by Paula Dillon
Buying stuff, merchandise, for a resale store and an antique store, sixteen year old Ricky finds an assortment of strange things in an abandoned storage locker. On a computer he finds a diary.
The Diary
By
Paula Dillon
Ricky Crawford pulled his big extended bed pickup to the storage rental office. He came there for an auction. His mom runs a resale store and an antique furniture store. Ricky and his mom go to many estate sales and auctions where the renter fails to pay for the storage locker. Ninety days after the renter goes into default the property in the locker is auctioned off, to pay the rentor.
He decided to come to this auction on his own, after school. He had a gut feeling; call it intuition, that there would be some good stuff here today. He knew the auctioneer and greeted him at the sign in table to get his number. The auctioneer called his mom on the phone to verify that she would be legally responsible for the bids. He was only sixteen and the auctioneer was required to get bids only from people eighteen or over. Ricky would look the stuff over and if he saw anything he was interested in he would hand the phone to one of the auctioneer’s assistants. The assistant would then confirm any bid Ricky wanted to make, with his mom.
Angela Crawford, Ricky’s mom, loved that her son showed interest in her business and did things, like help her find merchandise, make deliveries and work at the store. She let him use his own money to bid at auctions, like this one. She had taught him everything she knew about auctions and estate sales. She was very good at spotting diamonds in the rough, so to speak, but she knew that in a few years her son would be better than she was.
She had to start the resale shop after her husband, Tom, left her in a ransack house, with bills piling up and a worn out Mazda Miata. Ricky was just eleven at the time. Angela took the last of their money and went to several auctions. She took what she found to other resale stores and sold what was in good condition. She and her son would then repair and restore anything that needed it, before selling it. Money was slow coming in at first, but after they discovered some valuable antiques in one sale, that they bought way under market value, things began to change for them. They paid off all their old debts, moved to a nicer home and had a couple of thriving businesses.
The crowd moved from one locker to another. This particular sale had five lockers that were up for bid. The first three looked like junk to Ricky and he held off bidding. The bidding was by a blind auction, the owner’s lock would be cut off the locker and the door would be opened, but there was no inspection of the contents. Bidders could only stand outside the locker and look in.
Ricky called his mom and handed the phone to the assistant bidding two hundred.
“Two hundred is the bid, who will make it three… three hundred… three hundred.”
“Two fifty,” a bidder went…
“Three fifty,” Ricky bid.
“Three fifty is the bid, who will give me four…four… four,”
People just shook their heads as the auctioneer pointed at several of them.
“Three fifty once… three fifty twice… Sold for three fifty,” the auctioneer went. The gavel sounded, the locker was closed and one of the auctioneer’s locks went on the door.
They then went to the last locker. There was a commotion as the last locker was filled to the brim. Ricky began to get an itch as he looked in. He got his mom back on the phone, “Mom this is the one, I will lay my last penny out for it.”
“How much do you have on you?” she asked.
“Four thousand after that last locker.”
“Ricky what are you doing walking around with that kind of money?”
“I just had a feeling all day. I can’t explain it.”
“Be careful son, don’t jump in too soon or show too much interest. I can be there with more money in thirty minutes.”
The bidding for this last locker started at five hundred and worked its way up to one thousand dollars. When twelve hundred was bid, Ricky stepped in with fourteen.
“Fourteen… fifteen… sixteen,” the bidding went.
“Two thousand,” Billy told the assistant.
“Two thousand is the bid… Who will give me two five… two five…”
“Two three,” another bidder bid.
“Three five,” Billy told the assistant.
“Three thousand five hundred is the bid… Who will make it four… four… four…”
The auctioneer surveyed the crowd trying to dredge up more bids but only getting head shakes.
“Three five going once… three five going twice… Come on folks, there is a lot of stuff in that locker. The kid is robbing you blind… Sold for three thousand five hundred dollars.”
Ricky went to the sign in table and paid the money he owed. He and the assistant went to change the locks out on the lockers. He always carried spare locks when he went to an auction. He then wrote a check to the storage place for another thirty days on the two lockers.
Ricky decided to check the contents of the first locker and made notes on his blackberry as he entered the locker. He found boxes of ladies clothes size eight and some furniture, a bed, dresser, dinning room table and chairs. The clothes were mostly in good condition with two exceptions. There were two gowns that were in great condition. The furniture was mid market stuff, not anything to write home and tell momma about, but it was good solid furniture. He figured that his mom could sell everything for about a thousand dollars.
He finished his notes and emailed his list to his mom. He put off checking the second locker since that one would take a lot longer to go through; tomorrow was Friday and he had classes.
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At home, Ricky started a load of clothes in the washer and began to fix dinner. After his Dad had left home, he took a lion’s share of the responsibility of keeping the home clean and in order, so his mom could work on keeping them housed, clothed and fed.
Twelve-year old Ricky had surprised his Mom with his first effort at cooking. It hadn’t really been edible, it was too salty, way overcooked and not exactly a balanced meal, but his Mom hugged him, smiled and ate it anyway. She then made a real effort to teach him to plan a meal, make a shopping list and cook.
Ricky was quite a fair cook now. Tonight he was grilling two chicken breasts, after having marinated them over night and doing a California stir fry: broccoli, snow peas, carrot strips, bell peppers, banana peppers, squash and bean sprouts.
He had just started the chicken cooking, when he heard the garage door opening.
“Hi Ricky, how was your day?”
“Good Mom, the washer just stopped, can you put the clothes in the dryer?”
“I think I can do that, I still know a thing or two about laundry,” she said giggling, as she set her things down on the table. She then transferred the laundry from the washer to the dryer and started a second load.
“I got your email of the first storage locker, I will send Tom over to empty it.”
“He should drop off the clothes at the mission store, except for the two evening gowns. I set them aside in the locker, they look very expensive.”
“Versace?”
“Prada. Why would some woman put things like that in a storage locker and forget about them.”
“Divorce,”
“Oh yes, that could be it.”
“Were there any shoes in the locker?”
“Some.”
“I will have Tom bring them in so I can go through them. I can’t see Prada dresses with Pay Less shoes.”
“Right, I didn’t think about that.”
“What about the second locker?”
“I didn’t get a chance to look in it. It is a 15’x20’ locker and it was packed to the gills. I think we hit a gold mine there. I would like to get a chance to look at it first.”
“I have no problem with that, you bought it. It is your stuff to do whatever you want to do with it.”
“I know, but I want to help support us too.”
“I know you do and I love you for that, but if you ever walk around with nearly five thousand dollars without telling me again. Well, let’s say you aren’t too big to bend over my knee.”
It was an idle threat, as she had never had to spank him. She had been surprised at how good a boy he was. Sure he had some rough points, all kids do, but Ricky was a keeper. He studied and worked hard. He did more than his fair share of housework and stayed out of trouble.
“Sorry Mom, I just got this feeling that I would do good today. I am going to check out the second locker tomorrow after school with Jennifer.”
“Ok, call me when you get an idea of what you find.”
“I will,”
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Jennifer Singleton met up with Ricky after school. They went to her home so she could change into something grubby. She loved diving into storage lockers, auctions and estate sales, almost as much as Ricky, as long as they didn’t run into anything yucky. There were times they found yucky things like dirty pots and pans boxed up and placed into storage. They even found a dead cat in a storage locker.
Ricky unlocked the lock and pulled the garage type door up. Jennifer oohed when she saw how packed the locker was. The front of the locker was completely blocked by neatly stacked boxes. Some of the boxes were light, some were heavy. They moved a couple of rows out of the way so they could get into the locker.
“Woo, look at all that furniture,” Jennifer said.
“Yep, I had a good feeling that this was going to be a gold mine.”
“I can see a couple of trunks and some suitcases in the back too.”
“We still need to clear some more of this stuff, so we can get in the locker.”
They cleared the rest of the boxes out of the way. The first piece of furniture they found was an old looking vanity, which was possibly made of cherry wood with a large oval mirror and stool. The mirror had a couple of bad spots around the edges where the silver was blackened. The vanity had intricate detailing and molding. The kids looked it over and saw no major defects besides an oxidized finish. The five drawers were intact and opened easily. The stool was a match for the vanity and had a tapestry upholstering that looked old and only slightly worn.
“I love this vanity, it looks like an antique.”
Ricky looked on the bottom side of the vanity, “I don’t know, it might just be an antique reproduction.”
“Can I have it? I have all my makeup and jewelry on top of my dresser right now.”
“You’ll have to twist my arm to let you have it,” Ricky said, laughing.
Jennifer grabbed Ricky’s hand and turned it about half an inch. Ricky cried Uncle, Uncle still laughing, I give. You can have the vanity.
Jennifer jumped up and down and gave Ricky a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you Ricky, you’re the best.”
“Here, make notes on my blackberry as I dig into this locker, please,” Ricky said, handing her the device.
“Anything for you, sweety.”
Ricky then began his inventory of the contents: two leather couches, lazy boy, end tables, coffee tables, two lounge chairs, kitchen table and chairs, dinning room table, six chairs and two leaves, flat screen TV and entertainment center, two floor lamps, four table lamps, Queen Anne table, grandfather’s clock, wood bed frame, Simmons pillow top queen mattress with box springs, wide dresser, with mirror and a chest of drawers, two book shelves, brass fire place set, office desk and a sundry household items. All of the items were good to excellent. A decidedly feminine collection of furniture.
“Put a fifteen to twenty k value on those items and email my mom.”
“Got it.”
It wasn’t five minutes later that Angela called.
“Hey squirt, what you want to do with the stuff?”
“Can you send Tom over right now?”
“Yes, he just got back from making a delivery.”
“I would like to get a lot of this furniture out today. There is some luggage and a lot of packed boxes. I will take the luggage home tonight and try to open them tomorrow. The boxes will go back into the locker till I can sort them out.”
“Sounds good, Tom will be there with the delivery truck in fifteen minutes.”
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Tom and Ricky loaded all the furniture into the delivery truck and the luggage and vanity into the bed of Ricky’s pickup truck. They were able to see the quality of each piece as they got to it.
“Your Mom said fifteen to twenty, I saw twenty-five to thirty. Some of these pieces, like that Queen Anne table, are real antiques. That bedroom set might draw ten by itself,” Tom said.
“I can’t believe they got everything into that locker,” Jennifer said.
“That is just the meat, I will go through the boxes next week. There may be clothes, kitchen utensils, books and stuff in the boxes,” Ricky said. “Someone might have moved, or lost their home, to have packed all this stuff.”
“I sometimes wonder about the stories, that these things we buy, could tell us,” Tom said.
“I do too, I wish nothing bad on these people, but Mom and I have made a good living off their things. I can haul the rest of the stuff Tom, thanks.”
“Take care kiddo, you too Jennifer.”
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Ricky and James, Jennifer’s brother, took the vanity off the truck and into their house, while Jennifer carried the padded stool.
“It may not fit in your bed room Jen,” James said, kidding his sister.
“It should, but if it doesn’t, the bed has got to go.”
“She’s kidding, isn’t she James?” Ricky said laughing.
“I don’t think so, but it should fit. I think?”
It did fit, but the guys had to do a little rearranging to get it in. They had to move the bed to a different wall, move her dresser and a chest of drawers.
“James, can you come over to Ricky’s and help with those trunks. They are very heavy,” Jennifer begged.
“It will cost you sis, you already owe me for helping rearrange your bedroom, to fit the vanity in it.”
“Ah come on, Ricky gave me this vanity.”
“That is the key sis, he gave you the vanity. You’ll owe me for the work.”
“Ok, what is your price?”
“Help me get a date with Virginia Winston.”
“The head cheerleader? She is outta your league bucko. I don’t think you want to get in a tussle with Michael Martin either. She is dating him right now. How about thirty dollars?”
“Sold, to my brilliant sister.”
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Jennifer came over Saturday after breakfast. Ricky was in the garage inspecting the luggage. The two steamer trunks were vintage Louis Vuitton Steamer trunks, with new four-wheel combination padlocks on them.
“Are you going to cut those locks off Ricky?” Jennifer asked.
“Not unless I have to, those locks are worth fifteen to twenty dollars a piece.” Ricky said, as he began working on the locks.
“It will take forever for you to try out all the different combinations,”
“Maybe so… here hold this for me,” he said, handing her one lock.
“How did you…”
“If I told you, I would have to kill you,”
Janice started to throw the lock at Ricky, who ducked, but she didn’t.
“I can’t tell you how many locks I have opened. I picked up some tricks off the Internet and through experimenting. Keyed locks are harder for me, and since I don’t have a key, I don’t bother with trying to save them. Wheel locks I love, I can get them off, change the combination on most and have a good lock,”
“If you can unlock them, then others can too.”
“That is why I don’t use them on anything really important, but for most applications they are good.”
Jennifer opened the first locker, while Ricky worked on opening the rest of the suitcases. The trunk looked like a mini closet inside. She found some really nice ladies clothing when she opened the first. Half the trunk had a hangar bar with clothes hanging from the bar. The other half looked like a chest of drawers and shoeboxes.
She started checking labels. Most of the dresses were very expensive club wear and a few evening dresses.
“Damn, these ladies things wouldn’t be out of place in Miranda Kerr’s closet.”
“Who is she?”
“She is a top fashion model.”
In the top drawer she found about a dozen 34D bras and a bunch of nice panties size five. They were all top market lingerie. In the second drawer were corsets and shape wear. The next drawer had slips, camisoles, sleepwear and hosiery. The contents of the bottom drawer shocked her. The bottom drawer held two sets of breastforms and two other things made of silicone, along with a medical adhesive and solvent. Mentally she figured out what they were and the kind of person all this had belonged too. She didn’t say anything to Ricky about her last findings.
The next trunk had more ladies clothes, two furs, skirts, blouses, a Dolce & Gabbana handbag, a Gucci handbag, a Louis Vuitton handbag, leather pants, jeans, shorts, shoes, four wigs and more lingerie, some still in their packages. Jennifer took out a package of panties and looked at it. It actually had instructions on the back, which she found odd, till she read them. They were something called gaff’s, meant to hide a man’s penis.
Jennifer began to develop a wicked plan in her mind.
She found another case was a very large professional makeup kit, which was eighteen inches, by twelve, by twenty four inches. It had tons of makeup, hair care products and a hair dryer.
Ricky unlocked another case and went to the last case. It was a high security aluminum suitcase and very expensive. He could drill it open, but the case may be as valuable as any contents.
“This case is going to be a bugger to open I feel. I am just going to take it to my room and put it under my bed. I need to do some research before I try to open it.”
Ricky opened the last case he unlocked. Inside he found a laptop and a digital camera, lenses and such, in a foam bed, “This one is going to my room too.”
“Ok, I am just going to check out these trunks a little closer, Ricky. I’ll meet you in your room in a few minutes.”
Ricky took his booty to his room. He placed the aluminum case under his bed and connected the laptop and its power supply, to an outlet. He would let the laptop’s battery charge for a couple of hours, before turning it on.
He checked the camera to see what batteries it needed. Seeing it had a rechargeable battery pack and finding a charger for it, he set it charging. Ricky was checking out the camera equipment in the case, when Jennifer came into his room.
“Hey Ricky, would you do me a big favor.”
“Depends on what the favor is, I guess.”
“Well, I figured out the type of person all that stuff belonged too. I got this weird idea and I wanna see if I can do what I would like to do.” Jennifer said.
Jennifer can be confusing at the best of times, Ricky was perplexed to say the least, “Huh? Say what you want to say, don’t beat around the bush.”
“These things belonged to a cross dresser, or some guy that wanted to be a girl. Would you please let me dress you up as a girl? I would like to see if I can make you look like a girl.”
“What, are you crazy?” Ricky said, a little too emphatically. His voice was harsher than he meant it to be and if he had seen how he looked in a mirror, he would have scared himself. “Do you think that I am a sissy, or something?”
Jennifer recoiled a little; she had never seen Ricky like this. “No I don’t Ricky, I am sorry,” Jennifer said, starting to cry. “I just wanted to see if I could do it. I would never do anything to hurt you. I like you too much. I am sorry.”
Ricky felt like he was a heel, he hadn’t meant to hurt Jennifer. She was his best friend. They had known each other since the fourth grade, they had kissed a bit and cuddled together, but they hadn’t gone any further. He went over to her and hugged his friend.
“Look, I am sorry, Jennifer. You just caught me by surprise. I use to catch hell in middle school, from the guys that called me a sissy.
“I know, but I never did that to you.”
“I know, you were one of my best friends, Jen. You can’t possibly make me look like a girl, though.”
Jennifer gave Ricky a half smile and picked up the gauntlet of that challenge. “I think you would be very surprised at what I could do Ricky. You are a very cute boy,” She said, drying her eyes on Ricky’s shirt. “I think I could make you look like a very pretty girl.”
“I can’t see you doing that to me.”
“Please Ricky, let me try it one time. Either way, if I make you look good or you come out looking like a drag queen, I will make it worth your while.”
“You’re kidding me!”
“No I’m not kidding you. Let me do it just once.” Jennifer asked, as she turned on all her womanly charm and looked at him with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. She hugged him tightly, molding her body to his.
Ricky didn’t know what to do. He didn’t really want to look like a clown, he also didn’t want to look like a sissy, or a drag queen, but he also didn’t want to see Jennifer cry again. Also, if she held him like this to much longer, his friend would rise to make his presence known.
“You swear that this is just between the two of us. You won’t say a word to anybody else.”
“I swear, or you can come over and take back my vanity back and sell it.”
“Oh crud,” Ricky hemmed and hawed. “Ok, if it is just between us two.”
“What time will your Mom get home, Ricky?”
“She is closing today, at the antique shop, and then she has to do her books and such, after she closes. She will get home somewhere between eight and eight thirty. I guess. What time do you have to go home?”
“I have to be home by five. My parents have this business dinner to go to. Go shower, and shave your armpits.”
“I don’t have to shave my face and yet you want me to cut off all six of my underarm hair? Do you want me to shave my legs too?”
“You hardly have any leg hair and you have more than six underarm hairs. You have at least twelve, in each armpit. I think armpit hair is just so gross. I don’t know how guys can stand it. Just wrap a towel around your waist when you get out of the shower.”
Ricky went to the bathroom and got into the shower. His Mom had bought him some disposable razors, anticipating him needing them. He had practiced with them a couple of times, a couple bloody times, and now he could shave them without nicking himself to death, but he never really needed to. Ricky wondered what his mother would think of him, when his first real use of his razors was shaving his armpits.
In Ricky’s room, Jennifer brought in the stuff she had found in the trunk. She then took off her own clothes, except for her bra and panties. She would have loved trying on one of the bras, they were the right band size, but she couldn’t hope to fill the cups. She was just a 34 A+. Jennifer also couldn’t use the breastforms either; they were made for a flat chest. She also loved the panties, a lot of the bras and panties were La Perla, but she didn’t know how clean they were, so she skipped them too. She then dressed in a garter belt and a pair of real silk stockings. The shoes she had selected were two sizes larger than her own, but she found some strappy sandals, that she could wear.
Ricky nearly choked, when he saw Jennifer standing in his room, in just her underwear. He had never seen her like this before, sure he had seen her in her bikinis before and they didn’t cover as much as her underwear now covered, but underwear wasn’t made to be seen either.
“Oh good,” Jennifer said, as she came over to give Ricky a hug. “You smell so nice and clean. Hold your arms out straight, like this,” she demonstrated. Jennifer pulled the towel causing Ricky to blush beet red. She then measured his chest, waist and hip, with a measuring tape she found in his mothers sewing kit.
Jennifer then wrapped an above the bust corset around him and began fastening the hooks, on the busk.
“What are you putting on me?”
“A corset. It is made to reduce the size of the waist and give a woman a nice figure.”
Over the next hour, Jennifer corseted Ricky and put in a set of D cup breast forms into the cups. She rolled up real silk stockings up his legs, got him into a gaff and a pair of La Perla panties. She then crowned him with a long, curly, dark auburn wig and did his makeup. On his feet went a shiny black pair of pumps, with a four inch heel. Jennifer was surprised that the shoes actually fit his feet quite nicely.
During all this time, Ricky had remained strangely silent, but observant. He couldn’t believe what he had gotten himself into and was trying to make sense out of everything.
When she finished with the makeup, she helped him stand and walk in front of his dresser. That was a chore. The breastforms had radically changed his center of balance and the four inch heels made him very wobbly on his feet. Jennifer had to hold him by both of his arms, to get him to walk without falling.
Ricky’s stood there, with a fish face, staring in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what a gorgeous girl he saw, standing next to Jennifer. The girl bore a strong resemblance to Ricky. She looked like an older sister or cousin. He also saw that Jennifer had a feral grin on her face as she looked at him.
“Oh my God. Is that really me?”
“Yes Ricky, that is really you. I knew that you would look really good.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“You are a beautiful person, Ricky. To top it off, you are a really great person. You care about me and what others feel.”
Jennifer led Ricky over to the bed and pushed him back onto it. She spent the next hour messing up what she had so carefully done to him. They kissed and cuddled and groped each other. Jennifer’s breasts were out of their cups and Ricky gently kissed and sucked on her nipples. They had never done that before and Jennifer was going crazy. She was almost choking Ricky, trying to force her breast deeper into his mouth.
After they had a chance to clean up a bit, Jennifer redid the makeup on both of their faces. She then spent an hour teaching Ricky to walk in the heels. Ricky was still a little wobbly at the end of the hour, but he wasn’t likely to do a face plant.
Jennifer then put on one of the clubbing dresses she had found in the steamer trunks and dressed Ricky in one too. Jennifer wore a gray, flapper style, dress, with all of those short strings on it, in layers and Ricky wore a strapless, blue tube dress. The dresses covered their underwear, but were inches above their stocking tops.
The last things they dressed in were a pair of furs. Jennifer helped Ricky into a mink jacket and Ricky helped Jennifer into a Chinchilla.
Ricky had never felt a fur before. He couldn’t help but run his hands over it, the sensation was intoxicating.
They headed into the living room and sat down to talk. Ricky was walking a little better, but he was still wobbly. Jennifer turned on the stereo, in the entertainment center and started an easy listening CD. It was a favorite of Angela’s, but Jennifer liked it too.
Ricky also found it hard to find a comfortable position to sit in. He was most comfortable sitting up straight and away from the back of the couch.
“How do you girls get used to these things?” Ricky asked, pointing to his heels. “They are hard to walk in and hurt like hell.”
“With a lot of practice, just like you are doing. If we spend hours in our heels, we can get used to them, but our feet still hurt. We just look so damn good in them. That is the reason we wear them, Ricky.”
“Why did we do this?”
“When I saw all the stuff in the lockers, I realized that it belonged to a transsexual, or cross dresser. Since I had everything a cross dresser would need, I just wanted to see what you would look like all dressed up. I thought that it might be fun for you too. Has it?”
“I guess it’s been fun, it is not like I thought it would be.” Ricky said, a little doubtful.
“You’re not mad about it, are you?”
“No, I’m not mad about it. I am in shock right now. I can’t believe I let you do this and how good a job you did.”
Jennifer gave Ricky a big hug, “Thank you for doing this for me. I won’t say that I will not ask you to do this again, but I will try not to pressure you to do it.”
“I don’t know about you Jen, but I am getting hungry, how about you.”
“I could use a bite to eat, why don’t you fix us something.”
“Sure.”
Ricky took off the fur and carefully walked to the kitchen, with Jennifer following him. Ricky made two salads and two steak sandwiches. Jennifer had him put his jacket back on, before he ate. They both ate more carefully than they usually did, trying hard not to get anything on their clothes or the furs. Being early May, the furs were a little warm, but at least the AC made things more comfortable.
Ricky found that he couldn’t eat half of what he had fixed. Jennifer just giggled and said, “I should have warned you about that, Ricky. The corset keeps you from eating too much, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, I see that now.” Ricky said.
The two of them began talking about things. It was another thing Jennifer liked about Ricky. She could talk to him about things that would send most boys running.
While they talked, the back door opened and Angela came in. She saw Jen and a strange girl talking.
“Hey Jennifer, how are you doing?” Angela said, setting her things on the table. “Who is your friend?”
Both girls noticeably paled, which caused her to look more closely at the stranger. After a pregnant pause she said. “Oh my. Is that you Ricky?”
“Mom, I ah…”
“Ricky got the trunks and suitcases opened, Mrs. Crawford. I think they belonged to a transsexual or cross dresser. There were things like breastforms, corsets, wigs and other things. I talked Ricky into dressing up.”
“Oh my… Is that a mink and a chinchilla?” Angela asked, rubbing her hand across the fur.
“Yes it is Mrs. Crawford.”
“They feel so scrumptious. I just love them.”
“Stand up Ricky, let me look at you. You too Jennifer.”
Ricky stood and said, “You’re not mad at me Mom.”
“No, why would I be mad? Getting mad over something so petty would make me less of a person. You are still my child and I love you. It was just a bit of a shock to see you dressed like this. I would be mad if you two went out in those dresses, though, they are way too short for girls your age.”
“No way would I go out dressed like this anyway,” Ricky said. “Do you think you could sell these coats?”
“In a heart beat. I won’t sell them at my shop, but I can sell them to a fur dealer. Most women don’t wear furs this far south, it just isn’t cold enough, long enough, to justify spending the kind of money they cost. They are worn mostly as status symbols, or for image.”
“What do you have on under your dresses?” Angela asked, looking at how big Ricky’s chest looked.
“Ricky is wearing a corset, a gaff, La Perla panties and real silk stockings. He also has some breastforms I found in the locker. I have my own lingerie on, except for a garter belt and silk stockings.”
“I have never worn real silk stockings, they are just to expensive, probably forty to fifty dollars a pair. What is a gaff?” Angela asked.
“It’s like a thong that hides his ah… You know ah…”
“Penis. We are all big girls here, we can use words like penis when it is appropriate. Excuse me girls, I need to call in to work.”
Angela took out her cell phone and called her shops. After she made sure her people would take care of closing her stores for the day. She said, “Jennifer, did you do the makeup on both of you?”
“Yes Ma’am, there was a makeup kit in the stuff too.”
“I hope you didn’t use the makeup that is already used?”
“No, I didn’t, I threw away the makeup that had been previously use. The kit looks like a professional beauticians makeup kit, with disposable applicators and stuff.”
“Really, let me see and I will give you some tips. You used way too much makeup. Girls tend to do that when they are just learning, Ricky.”
They headed back to Ricky’s room. She saw the laptop and camera, and asked about them. Ricky told her that they were part of the booty.
“You really did hit a gold mine. Vintage Louis Vuitton trunks, furs, high class lingerie, human hair wigs, twenty to thirty thousand in furniture, a laptop, digital camera system and no telling what else. You still have those boxes to check out. Seeing everything else, I suppose you will find some nice jewelry too.”
“This is the makeup kit, Mrs. Crawford.”
Angela went through every drawer in the kit, “This is a beautician’s makeup kit. A nice one too.”
Angela had some fun. She cleaned off the makeup that Jennifer had used and showed the kids a better way to apply makeup. The three of them had fun doing it. Ricky even tried his hand at makeup. He did pretty good except for the eyeliner and mascara. His hand was way too heavy applying it. This was one thing that Angela felt that she would never be doing, teaching her daughter to do her makeup, because she never had a daughter.
“Are there any normal everyday dresses in all that stuff Jennifer?”
“Of course there is. These just caught my eye.”
“I can see why. They are lovely for someone over twenty. Go pick out a couple and some flats or short heels.”
After Jennifer left, Angela turned to her son, “Are you alright with this Ricky? If not we can stop?”
“I guess it’s alright, I did it because I accidentally made Jennifer cry. I raised my voice when she first asked me. I didn’t say anything bad, but I did make her cry. It’s been sort of fun, but not something I am going to do everyday. Is that alright?”
“What ever you want is alright by me.” Angela said, hugging Ricky. “Let me help you out of this dress. I can’t believe these breastforms are so big on you,” Angela said, helping Ricky with the zipper.
“I guess they are made for a thirty-four D, which is what Jennifer said the bras were.”
Ricky knew his mom was a thirty-six C from doing the laundry.
“Thirty-four D and thirty six C are about the same size, it's just that the chest is larger beneath the breasts. Well, you should be a thirty something, A or B at the most. I will check you later. This is a very nice corset and Jennifer has it tightened almost all the way. It can only be tightened about another inch. How tight is it at your chest?”
“Not too bad really, it is very tight at the waist, but it doesn’t feel as bad now. It took me a little while to get use to it.”
Jennifer came back in with several dresses, some skirts and blouses, shoes and four handbags. Angela, seeing the logos on the handbags, picked up the Gucci and the Louis Vuitton. After looking at them she said, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, everything from this locker has been top line, these handbags are genuine too.”
“You and Jennifer should take them,” Ricky said.
“I don’t think so Ricky,” Angela said. “I don’t need a thousand dollar handbag and Jennifer shouldn’t carry one either. They tend to attract attention from purse snatchers.”
“As much as I would like to have one, I have to agree with your Mom. I wouldn’t wear diamonds, or a Rolex, to school either for those reasons.”
Jennifer and Ricky tried on several of the outfits that Jennifer brought up. Ricky settled for a blue/white print silk blouse, a black tweed jacket and a black leather slim skirt. Jennifer chose a little black dress with spaghetti straps.
“Jennifer, that dress is you, I think you should keep it. You just need to change to a strapless bra. Every girl needs a little black dress,” Angela said. “Just tell your Mom I gave it to you.”
“Really?”
“What do you think, Ricky?”
“I think she looks awesome in it. I have no problem with you giving it to her.”
“Can you stay for dinner, Jennifer?”
“Not tonight, Mom and Dad want me and James to go with them. They have some kind of business dinner,” Jennifer said, checking her watch. “In fact, I need to be leaving soon.”
“Then you can wear that dress tonight.” Angela said. “Let me give you a lift home. Ricky, you can change if you want to.”
Angela gave Jennifer a ride to her home.
Ricky thought about changing, but put it off. He didn’t know how the corset was tied off. Instead, he set about hanging the clothes that were laying on his bed. He went ahead and put them in his closet. He then went to the garage, got some more of the clothes and took them to his room. He went through them. He made two piles. The first pile were clothes like what he first wore, Club wear, sexy stuff his mother would object to and eveningwear. The second was for what he was wearing now, everyday dresses, business wear, and casual wear. The second pile went into his closet, or into his bottom drawer.
He didn’t know why, he just didn’t want to get rid of that stuff yet. His Mom came back into the house as Rick was getting a second armful of stuff.
“You didn’t change?”
“I’m not sure I could get out of the corset, Mom. I didn’t see how Jen tied it off.”
“What are you doing with the rest of these clothes?”
“I’m going through them, anything like those two dresses we first wore, I am putting into a pile to sell.”
“Good, they can go to the shop. They are too nice to just give away. Let me help you.”
They got all the clothes into Ricky’s room, in one trip. Together they made short work of the clothes. When she saw her son put some of the clothes away she asked, “Why are you keeping some of the clothes?”
“I don’t know, I can’t explain it, but if it is alright with you, I plan on keeping them for now.”
“Almost anything you do is alright by me, Ricky. I trust you son and I want you to be able to talk freely with me. I don’t care how you dress, just think about things and try to be safe. Females and cross dressers are at a higher risk of being assaulted, Ricky. I just want you to be safe and happy.”
“I know Mom, I love you.”
“I love you too. Let’s order a pizza and watch some movies together.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
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Ricky woke very early Sunday. He was disoriented, because he was sitting on the couch, his mother’s arms holding him. He was in serious need of the bathroom. He wiggled out of her grasp, without waking her and made tracks to the bathroom. He pulled the skirt up and his panties and gaff down, before sitting to relieve himself. After using the restroom, he washed his hands and the makeup off his face.
Back in his room, he took and hung up the jacket. He couldn’t believe he was still dressed. He hunted for and found the zipper of the skirt and unzipped it. He undressed as much as he could. He took off the silk stockings and removed the garter tabs from the corset. He couldn’t figure how to get out of the corset. Looking over his shoulders into a mirror, he could see the laces, but not how they were tied off. He was afraid of pulling something and making it worse. So he decided to leaving it on and got dressed . He chose a pair of black leather pants; that Jennifer had brought up. He had to put them on twice, as he found that they zipped up the back.
He had to choose a blouse to wear, because he couldn’t get his faux breasts inside one of his shirts. Lastly he tried on a pair of calf high boots. They didn’t feel right bare footed and his socks would make the shoes incredibly tight, so he took a few seconds to think. He then went to his mom’s room and borrowed a pair of knee-highs, which did the trick.
He checked his watch; it was a little after six-fifteen in the morning. In his room he hit the power switch on the computer and then headed back to the garage.
He had gotten all the hanging clothes and some of the stuff in the drawers, but wanted to completely empty the trunks. He wasn’t surprised until he found the second set of breast forms and what he could only describe as padded silicone panties, that had their own pubic hair. He took them back to his room, along with the last of the things he had brought home with him. He left the empty trunks and suitcases in the garage. He stashed everything in his drawers and closet.
Returning to the laptop, the screensaver was already up. It was in banner mode and it said read --read me, please--. He touched the touch pad and the screen went to the desktop. There were about a twelve ’.doc’ files on there. The one in the center read ‘read me first’.
Ricky opened the ‘read me’.
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Hi, my name is Sandra Metcalf. If this is being read, then I must not have come back from Thailand before the locker lease expired. If that is the case, would you please email my friend in Thailand and find out why. Just log on, my home page is my online email client. The account password is saved but is sandram061885.
If I just missed coming back, you can just erase everything on the computer, with my blessings. If that is not the case, I beg you to please read the ‘read me second file’. I know it is up to you whether you do it or not, but I hope you will.
If you have gone through my locker, you probably know a little about me already. If you want to find out more about me, I have left a diary where you can read it; if you want to. It is on the desktop.
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Hugs Sandra :-)
Ricky fiddled with the laptop. It was Wifi capable, so he just had to log it onto their home network and then on to the Internet. Once he started up the browser, the email site came up. In the draft folder was an email, Ricky opened up the file and read it
Dear Khamchanaka;
This email is being sent to you from a friend of mine in the states. I told you to expect it if I didn’t make it back and obviously, I didn’t make it back to the states. My friend needs to know what happened. You can be entirely candid with them and tell them what you know.
If it is bad, know that I began to care about you from our chats on the net. I valued the time I spent chatting with you; you are a dear. I want to thank you for letting me stay with you, while I was healing up. If it is really bad, my friend needs to take care of my estate for me.
I composed this email, because I just had a feeling, it might be needed. I had hoped that I would be wrong. You can just reply to this email, my friend has access to my email account.
Again, I just want to thank you again, Khamchanaka, for all the kindness you have shown to me. May you find your path to enlightenment, and don’t let the bastards get you down.
Sandra Metcalf.
P.S. My name is Ricky C. and I will do what ever it is that Sandra needs me to do.
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Ricky hesitated; he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt that the worst had happened, but even though he didn’t know this Sandra, he wanted to know what happened to her. After adding the post script, he clicked send.
Ricky continues to dress on his own. He opens the diary and begins to learn what life was like for Sandra.
The Diary chapter 2
By
Paula Dillon
Ricky sat at the laptop having just sent “the” email. He wondered if he had done the right thing. He was glad he couldn’t recall the email, in a way. He just hoped that Sandra Metcalf was alright. He got up and left his room, as he heard his mother moving about.
“Good morning Mom, how are you?”
“I am doing alright, I have a slight crick in my neck from sleeping in an upright position, but that isn’t anything. You are still dressed up.”
“I couldn’t figure how to get out of the corset.”
“Come to my room. I will show you how to get into and out of a corset.”
Ricky followed his mom into her room.
“Undress and I will help you, after I visit the little girl’s room.”
Ricky took off the boots and knee high’s, took the leather pants and blouse off and sat on the bed waiting.
“Ok Ricky, stand with your back to my long mirror,” Angela said, when she came back into her room.
She showed Ricky which ties to pull, to slip the knot and showed him how to loosen the corset, working the slack up and down. “Ok, this is the start point. After you put a corset on, this is what it should look like. Do you see?”
“Yes Mom.”
She then spent about ten minutes showing him how to re-tighten and tie off the corset. This time Ricky, by himself, had pulled the back together all the way. The corset couldn’t possibly be tightened any more. She had Ricky go through the process again, until he was comfortable with it.
“Ok, take it off. We need to clean it. Hopefully it is hand washable.”
Angela took the breastforms from Ricky and set them on her bed. He then took the corset off. The smell wasn't really horrible, but after fifteen hours in the corset, it really needed to be cleaned. Luckily the label read ‘hand wash in cool water, mild soap, hang dry”.
“Come with me, Ricky.”
He followed his mom into her bathroom, dressed only in panties and his gaff. She had one of those two sink lavatories. She began filling one with cool water and Woolite, which she kept in the cabinet beneath the sink.
“Any of the expensive lingerie should be hand washed, Ricky. That will help them to last longer. Washing machines and dryers can rip them to shreds.”
She gently washed and rinsed the corset, until the water, that came out of the corset, was clear.
“Do this as soon as you take it off. Don’t give it time to mildew. Then hang it over your bath tub, like this, do dry.” She said, demonstrating. “Now go hang it in your bathroom and take a shower. You smell a bit ripe.”
Ricky got all of his stuff and went to his room. He had a smaller bathroom all to himself. He looked at himself, after hanging the corset. His waist was still pulled in and he could see where the corset had been.
The shower felt good; he didn’t like to smell sweaty and the water felt wonderful; after being tortured by the corset for so long. Drying himself, he found that his waist had expanded a little. In his room, he thought for a few seconds and then started to get another gaff out, but stopped and got the faux vagina panty thing out. The leather pants had been loose across the butt, with this padding, he figured it would be tight as most girls wear their pants. He saw how it could work as a gaff itself and so he tried it on. It was a little tight as he pulled them over his hip, but it stretched nicely. He got himself situated before he pulled it all the way up.
He then tried out going to the bathroom, without taking the garment off and found that it was feasible. He just had to dry himself off down there, after peeing. He put on a fresh pair of panties that fit snugly. He got out another corset that didn’t have cups on it. He followed his mom’s instructions and found it wasn’t that hard to lace oneself into a corset. This corset was smaller and had about three inches to go, when he got it tightened. He took out a bra and hooked it up it in front. The band of the bra was a little loose, so he used the last eyes to hook it up, before turning it and running his arms through the straps. He looked at the breastforms and saw that they weren’t symmetrical and figure out which form went into which cup.
He looked in the mirror, after he got his bra and breastforms on. Maybe he should have been a girl, because even with his short hair and no makeup on, he could still see a girl in the mirror. He finished dressing in the kneehighs, pants, blouse and boots. He started to put the wig back on, but decided to check out the other three wigs. One wig was a very long black straight hair wig. The hair was about three feet long and the label stated that it was an oriental hair wig. Another wig was about a fourteen-inch blonde hair wig, the label stated it was a page boy wig. The last was a shoulder length, medium golden brown, curly hair wig.
The last wig was closest to his natural hair and he chose this one to wear. It took just a bit of tugging and fiddling to get it in position. The hairstyle was a little mature and made him look older, especially with his chest, waist and hips, but he liked it.
He then did a little makeup, just powder, mascara and lipstick. He had seen Jennifer and his mom do just that before they went out. He then went to the kitchen, where he smelled his mom’s cooking. She wasn’t surprised to see Ricky in girl mode, as she heard him come in, “Are you going to dress like this today?” She asked.
“I guess.”
“You look good, Ricky,” she said, noting the makeup.
“Thank you, breakfast smells good.”
“It will be ready in a moment. Coffee is ready.”
“How many corsets did you find?”
“I have four.”
“Rotate them if you are going to keep doing this and keep them clean.”
Angela also noted Ricky’s backside after he passed by her to get a cup of coffee. He looked bigger through the hips and entirely too comfortable dressing like this.
“You want to come with me today dressed like this. I need to do my paperwork at the shop and a few things. The store will be closed, so it will be just you and I there.”
“I don’t know…” Ricky said, thinking. “I guess it would be alright, if it’s just you and I there.”
“I like that wig on you.”
“I like it too, but it is just way too curly and adult looking for my tastes. I also have a blonde page boy and a really long black oriental hair wig. I might like to try that black wig on sometime, but only as a novelty.”
“Oriental hair is cheaper, is usually coarser and almost always straight haired.”
Angela went to her room and changed out of her bed-clothes into a pair of jeans and a blouse, did her makeup and got her purse. On a second thought she got another purse.
Back in the kitchen, she handed the purse to Ricky, “Those pants don’t have any pockets, so put your stuff in this. Also, include a powder compact, lipstick, and mascara. If you are going to look the part, you need to do it right.”
Ricky went to his room and put his wallet and keys in, along with the items his mom told him to add to it.
“Ok Ricky,” Angela said, on their way to his truck. “You drive. In the unlikely hood that we run into anyone, you are Michelle Long, got it.”
“Got it, my name is Michelle Long.”
“I am just letting you look over some new antiques. We did get some in, by the way, that you haven’t seen and Tom has cleaned up and put your last buy on the floor already.”
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Angela retired to her office and Ricky/Michelle went exploring in the store. He first picked up a PDA, in which they had logged all the merchandise in the store and the listed price. They also included an in house symbol, if the price was negotiable with the wiggle room, or the price was firm. He knew almost every piece of furniture there and after a short while, he had spotted and inspected the things that were new to him. When he found items he hadn’t seen, he would check prices, condition and appearance, making notes on each item. He would take that information and research it on the Internet, and trade magazines, comparing what they had, with what was available there. Then he would recheck the items, if there was any ambiguity in his mind
This was how he learned the antique business. He knew what to look for, how to spot counterfeits and frauds, how to price antiques, and how to make a pitch and close a sale. He wasn’t ready to work for a major auction house yet, but he knew more than many so called experts.
While he was lying on the floor, looking for a makers mark on a table, he heard a knock on their door. He got up and went to the door. A smartly, but casually dressed lady, was waving to him. “We are closed,” he shouted through the door and pointed at the closed sign.
“Please,” the lady said, loud enough to be heard through the glass.
“Just a second,” Ricky said, realizing that he didn’t have his keys with him. He got his purse and returned. Unlocking the door, he stepped out. “We are closed on Sundays and Mondays,” Ricky said.
“Hi, I am Linda Groveston,” she said, handing him her business card.
“Oh, sorry for being so short with you. I am Michelle Long.”
“No problem, I know you’re closed and I am sorry for bothering you, but I really need to talk with you, or the proprietor. I am an interior decorator and an antique buyer for my clients. I have been checking out the local antique stores and such, in the area. I know I am intruding on your work, but I have some major clients moving into the area and they are going to be buying a lot of stuff.”
“Just a Second, let me get Angela Crawford, on my phone.” Ricky got out his cell phone and called his mother. “Angela, (his Mom had him call her by her name, when they were at the store) I have an interior decorator and antique buyer, by the name of Linda Groveston, she wants to come in and check out the store… Yes… I can take care of her. Come on in and let’s talk, Ms Groveston.”
“Please call me Linda, Ms Groveston is my Mom.”
“Ok Linda, please call me Michelle. Now tell me, what are you interested in. I know everything we have.”
For the next two hours, Ricky/Michelle took Linda on a grand tour of the store, showing her the best that the store had in stock. Ricky liked Linda, she knew what she wanted and had a good eye. He didn’t have to explain why some things were very high priced. She had a list and made copious notes of her finds.
Angela poked her head out of the office several times and watched the two interact. Ricky was too busy to be self-conscious, he just acted naturally.
When Linda had seen all that she had wanted to see, she said, “I can see that I will be doing a lot of business with your store.”
“Would you like to talk to the Boss?”
“That is a great Idea.”
Ricky led Linda back into the office.
“Angela, this is Linda Groveston, Linda, this is Angela Crawford, the boss lady.”
“Hello Ms Groveston, has Michelle been helpful to you.”
“She has been very helpful and quite knowledgeable. That is surprising, in one so young.”
“Yes, she really is surprising.” Angela said giggling.
“It is so good to see businesses run by women. Like I told Michelle, I have some major clients that are moving into this area, who just love antique furniture. They have commissioned me to decorate their home and I am going to be buying a lot of antiques. I like your selection and plan to shop here quite a bit.”
“Thank you. We try our best to maintain a good selection. They aren’t always easy to come by, you know.”
“Tell me about it, anyway here is my business information, in case you want to check me out and call the Better Business Bureau, or the credit bureaus.”
“We are usually a cash business, but we can make arrangements for credit.”
“I am sure we can both profit from our businesses. Why don’t you let me take you ladies out to eat, I am hungry.”
“What do you think Michelle, are you hungry?”
“Sure Mom.” Ricky said, before thinking.
“I thought you two were related.” Linda said.
Ricky panicked and his feelings were mirrored in his face.
“Don’t worry, I made you a long time ago. I won’t say anything.”
“Made me? What do you mean?”
“You are a boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes ma’am. My girl friend dressed me up this weekend. I bought a locker that had a lot of cross dressers stuff in it and she wanted to see how I would look in it. Don’t hold it against my Mom.”
“I won’t, I think it is delightful, more boys should experience the fairer side, I think. You have been so natural all day; it has just been bits and pieces that gave you away.”
“Then you won’t mind eating somewhere a little further away from here?” Angela asked.
“Of course not. Michelle needs her comfort and safety.”
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Over lunch they talked about lots of things. Angela told Linda how she had come to open the business. She talked about how Ricky was her big help and how she was teaching him the business and such. Ricky talked about Jennifer his girlfriend, about buying a locker full of stuff and how he ended up dressed like this.
“It is good seeing more women owned businesses Angela and it is very good to see you teaching Michelle the business.”
“I didn’t set out to teach her this business, Linda, but she so wanted to help make us succeed, that she learned a lot by watching me. It was amazing how much she just absorbed. She almost took over keeping the home, so I could work.”
“You really are a delightful person, Michelle.”
“Thank you.”
The three of them then talked business. Linda told them of her new clients, and what they were looking for in the way of furniture and antiques.
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Back home, Ricky checked Sandra’s email, before calling Jennifer. There was no reply yet. He called Jen and found that she was busy and couldn’t come over. So he sat in front of the laptop and opened the diary.
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This is the diary of Sandra Metcalf
I am writing this because my therapist suggested that I write a diary.
When I was born I wasn’t named Sandra Metcalf, I was named William Trent. My family consisted of my father, Wesley, my mother Barbra and my two sisters, Wanda and Amanda. Wanda was three years older than me, and Amanda was five years older.
We lived in suburbia, what can I say. We had the classic two-car garage home, the two and three quarters kids (I guess we took a quarter from someone else, who only had two kids to make me) and a dog.
For the first five years of my life, I guess life was good for us kids. We were kids, what do you expect kids to worry about. We were happy, as long as we had friends, parents that seemed to care, a place where we were warm and safe, and we were fed. I knew other kids back then who had less and I felt so sad for them.
My sisters and I got along well and we often played together. Children under six, or seven, don’t understand gender. Oh, they may know the few differences boys and girls at that age have, but gender is a complex concept to them. Boys knew that girls had cooties and girls knew that boys were just yucky. My sisters were no exception. So at some point, for me to play with them, they convinced me that I had to dress like they dressed.
We really had some fun times playing together. They taught me all about their dolls, their names, what type of dolls they were and how to dress them. Looking back, these were the happiest days of my childhood.
Then one day, Mom caught us. We didn’t think we had done anything wrong. We were just playing together as kids normally do, but Mom just went spastic on me. She tore the dress I was wearing, off of me. It had been one of Wanda’s best party dresses; that got her mad at me. She blamed me, not our Mom, who had actually torn the dress.
To this day, I can’t remember all the bad things Mom said about me that day, but I do remember the shouting, being spanked for such a long time and her railing at my sisters about how bad a boy I was.
My mom and sisters all treated me differently after that point. It was like I was less human to them and didn’t deserve to be loved at the same level as them.
My life wasn’t bad all the time; don’t get me wrong. There were times when we enjoyed being together, but we were never as carefree as before. There was a wall between us, a wall I couldn’t climb over, or walk around, or crawl under, to get to the other side. There were also the lessons; where Momma laid down the law. This was what boys were and this is what girls were. Boys who tried to be girls, were as evil, as girls that tried to be boys, maybe more so.
Where was daddy in all this? Daddy just kept mom happy. She ruled the roost. Dad went to work and brought home the bacon. He and mom never seemed to argue, especially around us kids. Years later, I found out what a myth that was.
Then school came, I didn’t fit in at grade school. I disliked all the rough sports, like football and the girls avoided me, because boys were still yucky to them.
All that I knew was, that things didn’t feel like they should have. I just didn’t understand it back then.
People say that time heals all wounds and in a way I knew that that was partly true. But there are some wounds that just never seem to heal.
I really didn’t have any friends till middle school. Lisa Carmichael, what can I say about her. She was wonderful, she is an angel and she was the first person to really understand me. I was basically a wallflower and Lisa was the kind of girl that cultivated flowers, rather than picking them. I can say that Lisa was responsible for me living as long as I have.
Lisa introduced herself to me the first week of October. I generally sat alone during lunch. Lisa came over and asked if she could sit at the same table, in the lunchroom. I was shocked to say the least. Lisa wasn’t the most beautiful girl in school, but she wasn’t far from it and here she was, sitting with me. I still don’t know how she did it, but she made me talk with her.
The one thing that really stood out about Lisa, was the way she dressed. Girls today would say she had impeccable tastes. She didn’t go into fad dressing, or preppie dressing, she loved sophisticated chic. You would hardly ever catch her dressed down in jeans and such. I think she enjoyed being a girl. Her mom was the same way; I think she may have been a model. I envied her.
Seeing her, awakened things in me long suppressed. It made me both sad and happy. I came to remember the happy times, with my sisters.
She was also the first person who recognized me for who I was.
From that first day, she went out of her way to greet me and see how I was doing. We became very good friends. She loved to talk; she could probably talk a Senator, practicing for a filibuster, into the ground. She also liked to hear other people talking too. I know, that is a contradiction, but that was Lisa.
She came to this realization a week before Halloween. She was keen on dressing in costumes for Halloween. She invited me over to her home after school. We went up to her room. Her room was a vision. It was everything a girl could want. I sat on the stool in front of her vanity and she sat on her bed. She told me about her ideas for her costume. She even had some drawings that she had made. I was amazed at her artistry. She could be a very good artist. I so wished that I could look like those pictures.
One costume pictured her like Galadriel, of Tolkien fame, should look like. The picture was much better than the one in the movie. The second picture had her looking like a Russian Princess; like Anastasia in the cartoon. She looked regal and beautiful. The last picture had her looking like Jessica Rabbit, of ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’, wearing that strapless Red dress.
It was while I was looking at the pictures, when she made her serendipitous discovery. She said, it was the way that I was looking at her drawings. I still don’t know what she saw.
Things got very uncomfortable for me, as she asked some very probing questions. The next hour was a blur, with me ending up wearing one of those costumes for her. I couldn’t believe she got me into her Jessica Rabbit costume.
She had a good laugh, but I had to cry. She was worried that she had hurt me, but I spilled my guts about how right this costume felt. She held on to me for a long time, before I told her about the first time I dressed as a girl, and about my mom and sisters.
I remember her words to this day. “Well, if they won’t let you be who you should be, then I shall have to do it.”
For the next three years, I became Sandra, (She chose the name for me) once or twice a week. I cried for days, when she and her mom had to move away.
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Ricky read a few more pages, he found something intriguing about Sandra and would have loved knowing her. He turned off the laptop and set about returning to Ricky, before doing his homework and the reading for class.
(to be continued)
Ricky discovers Sandra’s fate and reads the contents of the 'read me second' file.
The Diary -chapter 3
By
Paula Dillon
Monday, Ricky went to school after picking up Jennifer. Jen talked about the dinner with her parents on Saturday and what she had done on Sunday. She was surprised though, when Ricky spoke of what he and Angela had done on Sunday.
“I am surprised you dressed up again on Sunday.”
“I don’t know, it was kind of fun to be with Mom dressed. It’s not something I want to do everyday, but for you and her it’s okay.”
“I was surprised that your Mom took it so well. Thank her for me again. My Mom just loved that dress. I am only lucky that it is too small for her,” Jennifer said, giggling.
After school, they stopped by Ricky’s home. They loaded the luggage and the steamer trunks into the bed of Ricky’s pickup and took them to the antique shop. His Mom was at the resale shop, so he left the stuff with Cindy. Cindy was the assistant manager of the store and ran things when Angela was out. She logged in the items and set them aside for pricing.
Ricky and Jennifer then headed back to the locker. Jennifer again made notes on Ricky’s blackberry, as Ricky carefully opened the cartons that were there. He found several boxes of books, there didn’t seem to be any extremely expensive first editions, but there were a lot of current fiction. He loaded them into the truck to take by the library, to see if they wanted them. Another box had some nice crystal and china, he marked that box for the antique shop. A box of everyday dishes was destined for the resale shop, along with some nice cookware.
He found a box, marked toys, and was embarrassed when he opened it.
“I guess you could call that stuff toys,” he said. “I think this box is destined for the dumps.”
“Let me see,” Jennifer said. She blushed a bit when she saw the contents. “You don’t have to throw them away, but they will need a very thorough cleaning and disinfecting before they are used again. It might be fun using some of those things, take that box home and we will talk about what to do with it.”
The biggest find he made that day, was the box marked silver. It held a tea service, silver ware and silver table service. There were also several boxes that held casual clothes. Ricky would keep some and send some to the mission store.
Everything was loaded into the truck, before Ricky cleaned both lockers. He turned them back over to the proprietor, as they were leaving.
In his room, Ricky showed Jennifer the diary, which she started reading. Ricky began messing with the camera then. He attached a normal lens to the body and began fiddling with it till it turned on. It was a nice professional digital camera system. He began taking pictures of Jen. She posed for a few, as she read, till she began to get a little annoyed. Ricky then reviewed the shots he had taken. He also found a few of a girl still in the camera’s memory, along with a lot of other pictures.
“Say Jennifer, do you think that this could be Sandra Metcalf,” Ricky said, turning the back of the camera toward her.
“Let me see. Oh she is pretty, but I can see some masculine features to her face; nothing too bad though. Did she have any photo galleries on her laptop.”
“I didn’t check yet.”
Jennifer then began to explore what was on the laptop. They found that the computer included Photoshop. She clicked on it and found that there were ten or twelve photo galleries listed. They found that Sandra was quite the photographer. She had thousands of art quality pictures of everyday things, flowers, landscapes, people having fun, children playing, buildings and the minutia of life. One of Ricky’s favorite was of two old men playing chess in the park. Words fall short of quantifying that shot, it was just priceless. Ricky set it as the desktop background. There was a couple of galleries marked ‘me and friends’.
There were a couple of hundred pictures in those files. The labels the pictures had, listed names and dates. The pictures went back nineteen years to when William was four or five. Then there were pictures of Lisa and William and Lisa and Sandra, but there were no pictures of William and his real family.
“Make me a memory stick of those pictures and that diary, Ricky. I need to get on home,” Jennifer said, checking her watch.
“Right and I need to fix dinner.”
They kissed and parted.
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Tuesday, Ricky didn’t have Phys Ed. He only had to dress out for P.E. on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays. So when he dressed in the morning he wore a gaff and a pair of panties underneath his own jeans. He wanted to see what it was like for someone like Sandra, he reasoned.
The gaff didn’t hurt, but was a little uncomfortable; it served as a constant reminder that things were different. His jeans were loose enough that it wasn’t obvious that Ricky’s penis was tucked back and that he was wearing panties instead of his usual tidy whities.
When he sat in the lunchroom, he spent a lot of time scanning the students, trying to identify students that might be like Sandra, at least when he wasn’t talking with Jennifer. She would get upset if he ignored her.
He realized that it might not be easy. People like Sandra would probably develop defenses against detection. This was an average high school and he could only imagine what would happen to an effeminate boy, or a girl that was overly masculine. There were a handful of students that were pretty well in the middle. He thought for a second and came up with the word androgynous. He made a mental note to observe those students.
When school let out, he dropped Jennifer off at her house and then drove home. He loaded the boxes that he wasn’t going to keep, into the truck. His first stop was the resale shop. Candace helped him unload the things he had for her store and logged them in.
He then drove to the antique shop, to drop off the high dollar items. Cindy was excited by the crystal, china and the silver services.
“I am going to have to ask your Mom to price these, I would like to buy some of this.”
“Just take what you want Cindy.”
“Nope, I don’t think so. These things are just too valuable. I will take my employee’s discount, but I know that you spent your own money to buy this kiddo. I don’t want to cheat you.”
“I will probably make my money back on the furs alone.”
“Furs, I didn’t hear about any furs. What kind?”
“I found a mink jacket and a chinchilla jacket in the steamer trunks.”
“Even so, you still need to make a profit Ricky, and you will have to pay for college soon. What about the rest of that stuff?” Cindy said, pointing to the remaining boxes.
“Those are books, current fiction mostly, hard covers. I was going to see if the library wanted them. Where is Angela today?”
“We got a call from an auctioneer in Ennis, today. They had a rush auction, that was suppose to include some nice antiques. She went down to check things out.”
“I know, today Ennis, tomorrow Decatur, Friday Comanche.”
“You got it kiddo. Oh by the way, a Linda Groveston came by and made a big purchase today. She told me to say hi to you and give you a big hug, Ricky.” Cindy said, hugging the boy to her.
“Yeah, Mom talked to her on Sunday and I showed her around the store. How big?”
“A really big hug, I guess.”
“No the purchase, silly,”
“I know, don’t get your panties in your crack. I was just teasing you. She spent thirty thousand and put a hold on another twenty-five. I already texted your Mom. Tom is out making the delivery.”
“Ok, guess I will see you later.” Ricky said, giving Cindy a hug.
Ricky dropped the books off at the library. The Librarian was excited and gladly accepted the donation, as funds for new books was tight.
“We have been needing some new fiction, these books are all well respected authors,” She said looking through the boxes.
Back home, Ricky went to his room. He stripped off his school clothes and placed them in the hamper. He looked at himself in the mirror. His waist was back to normal, despite the fact that he was wearing panties, he was surprised that he could still see a lot of Michelle looking back at him in the mirror.
His Mom was going to be late today, so he decided to dress as Michelle. He got out a pair of pantyhose, a bra, his breastforms and a below the bust corset. He first dressed in the pantyhose. He had seen how his Mom had done it, and with the directions on the package, he found that it wasn’t hard. He tightened the corset as much as he could stand, before he put on a bra and his breastforms. He chose a white blouse, a gray skirt and black pumps.
He did his makeup and chose the long black wig, this time. It felt strange having hair all the way to his butt, but it did look nice in the mirror. He was amazed at how shiny the hair was.
He had to move his hair to the side, as he sat in front of the laptop and turned it on. After it booted up, he opened the browser. There was an email from Khamchanaka. He opened the file
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Hello Ricky,
My name is Courtney. I am another trans girl that Khamchanaka is helping. She asked me to help write this letter so she could get it right and because this issue is still just too emotional for her right now. Also, her English is pretty good, but when dealing with medical terms, she was afraid of saying the wrong things.
Sandra arrived in Thailand ok, on the twenty third of November. She and Kham did a lot of sightseeing and clubbing at night, for the two weeks before her surgery. They became fast friends and had a lot of fun. We have attached a file with pictures they had taken.
She went in for surgery on the eighth of December. She had some facial feminization and breast augmentation, that day. Then on the fifteenth, she went in for Vaginoplasty. The surgery was a success. She had a very good surgeon. She stayed in the hospital a week before coming back to Kham’s home, where she was to recuperate, before heading back to the states.
It was a week after being discharged from the hospital, that things went badly. Kham found her one morning, her face was red and she was clutching her left arm. Kham is a nurse and so she took her blood pressure. She was 210 over 105. Sandra was having a Hypertensive Crisis. Sandra screamed and went into arrest. She was taken to the hospital, but they failed to revive her.
She was pronounced dead, December thirtieth at 9:05 A.M. local time.
They did an autopsy on Sandra. The Pathologist found that Sandra had an undiagnosed Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm. He said the spike in blood pressure had caused the rupture of the aneurysm and caused Sandra to bleed out internally, causing her death. He also said that it wouldn’t have mattered one bit, if she had been in the hospital, unless they had done something about the aneurysm before the Hypertensive Crisis. What had caused the Hypertensive Crisis was undetermined.
I researched it on the Net with Kham’s help, Aortic aneurysms are very hard to detect and they would have needed to suspect them, to find it. They can be asymptomatic, meaning that the patient may have no symptoms that would aid in their detection and may never know they had one. Sandra had a time bomb inside of her and didn’t know it.
Khamchanaka said that, Sandra was very joyous after surgery. We have included a file with her diary entries for the days after her surgery. She was finally the girl that she felt she should have been born as. Non-transsexuals don’t know what it is like to feel like they are trapped in the wrong bodies. Sandra truly had a feminine spirit and the body of a male. We are very sad that she only felt her joy for such a short time.
Her death certificate has been filed with the US Embassy, here in Bangkok, Thailand.
Please Ricky, if you can, keep Khamchanaka in your heart and mind. If you have time, email her. She was pretty broken up by Sandra’s loss. She was encouraged, to have somebody enquire about her friend. It has also been good that there are others like us to help keep her busy. She had thought about not helping anymore. Kham is such a treasure to those of us having surgery. We need to let her know that we love her dearly. I know that I am going to keep up with her and encourage her.
With love,
Courtney
Ps: My email addy is included, if you need to talk to somebody about this. We transgendered need as many friends as we can find. I would really love to hear from you when I get home.
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Ricky laid down on his bed and cried for a little while. He hadn’t known Sandra alive, but he still felt her loss, none the less. After a little while he felt better, but put off reading the ‘read me second’ file, till the next day. He felt that he was just so wrung out inside.
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Wednesday, Ricky helped out in the antique shop after school. His Mom had made a big purchase the day before and Ricky was helping to get it ready for display. The job consisted of cleaning the antiques without damaging its finish.
Many people make the mistake of trying to make an old table look like new. That’s ok, if the table was well taken care of and just needed to be cleaned a bit. If the item had seen better days, some people try to remove the signs of aging. Also, if there is heavy grime, you have to be careful you don’t remove the original finish, while cleaning it. People think if the table looks better, it is worth more, but refinishing can greatly reduce the value of an antique. It should be a crime to sand the finish off of a Joseph Meeks and Sons table and refinish it.
Ricky worked about two hours, before heading home. He knew that he was going to read the ‘read me second’ file today.
He changed out of his school clothes and into Sandra’s jeans and blouse, the long auburn wig, a touch of makeup and heels. He felt more in touch with her dressed like that. He was falling in love with lipstick, he often had dry lips and he found that lipsticks were very good at softening them.
He opened the file after booting up the laptop.
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If someone is reading this, then I am gone. Don’t feel too bad for me. I know I was becoming what I always should have been and I just didn’t make it all the way through.
I know I don’t have any right to impose on a stranger, but please finish reading this.
I am not wealthy, but I am well off. When my grandmother passed away, I inherited much of her estate. My inheritance is worth about one point five million. My diary will tell you more of my story about this.
If you are game, here is what I would like you to do. First my friends online need to be told about what has happened. I left them in suspense, I don’t know why, but I just did. I told them that I was going for SRS surgery, but not where and I didn’t intend to email any of them till I returned back home as a complete woman. In case you didn’t know, SRS is sexual reassignment surgery, sometimes also called gender reassignment surgery. It basically amounts to correcting the mistake made of birth. It was to make me as much of a woman as I could be.
My friends must be going crazy by this time. So if you could, break the news to them. I would ask that you first go online using my IRC client and chat with them. When you log into the chat room, I imagine that you will be inundated with private chat requests. Don’t worry their chats won’t be of a sexual nature. We do discuss sex sometimes, but it isn’t a sex chat room per se. My best suggestion is to get in a private chat with The-Boss-Lady. She is the site admin, a real nice lady. She will help find a way to break the news to the others.
Then if you would, you can compose an email and include as many details as you are comfortable with and send it to all my close friends on my contact list. I thought about composing it for you, but I thought it would be best if someone else did it for me.
Lastly, I have my will in my aluminum suitcase. The combination is 4562-8731, take my will to my attorney and he will explain a profitable proposal for you. If you chose not to, I want to thank you for coming this far with me.
Love
Sandra
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Ricky thought he could wait till tomorrow to notify Sandra’s friends. He pulled the suitcase out from under his bed and tried the combination. The two locks gave a satisfying click. Upon opening the case, Ricky was surprised. The suitcase was a veritable pharmacy. He found the will and closed the case. He would explore the contents later.
Ricky begins to do the things Sandra asked him to do for her.
The Diary -chapter 4
By
Paula Dillon
Ricky checked the time, he found that he probably had an hour or two before he needed to start dinner. He returned to the laptop and began reading some more of the diary.
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As bright as middle school had been, high school was dark. I kept my eyes open for another Lisa, but that wasn’t going to happen. The urges to dress as Sandra never went away, but I did find an outlet. Amanda went away to college, Wanda hung out with her friends most days after school, and Mom got a job outside of the house. The good thing about Amanda going to college was that she left about half her clothes in her room. We each had our own bedroom, Wanda and Amanda shared a bath and I had to use the common bathroom that only had a shower, sink and toilet.
Anyway, I took some of Amanda’s older clothes that she left at home. She never threw away anything at all and since she was bigger than I am, much of her clothes fit me just fine.
I found a couple of innovative ways of making breastforms, using old pantyhose and birdseed, instead of water balloons. Both methods have their ups and downs, but I liked the bird seed a little better than water balloons.
I also created a place to hide my stash, the space behind my closet the walls were about ten inches deep, instead of five inches. This space in the wall, was used to run the plumbing from the hot water heater to the various bathrooms and kitchen. I cut a square out of the sheet rock and created a small nook to hide my things in.
This lasted for all of three months. I should have paid more attention to Murphy’s Law, because that smelly stuff that always rolls down hill rolled right over me. A water pipe, which went through my hiding place burst, Mom had to call a plumber. Mom was with the plumber when they found out about my proclivities.
I think Mom was more upset that the plumber found the clothes, than if she had found them. I don’t know, she never talked about it. She just screamed at me for embarrassing her and being a perverted boy.
Things between Mom and I got worse after that. I wasn’t physically abused, like some transgendered kids, for that I was eternally grateful, but it was the verbal abuse and name calling that made things painful for me. Where Mom left off, Wanda took up the gauntlet and Amanda, when she was home from college. I just had to get out of that house.
I ran away from home. I didn’t know where else to go, so I went to Grandmother Kate’s (my Mom’s Mom) home. I left the week after Thanksgiving. I packed my backpack and took a Greyhound Bus. I just had enough money for the ticket and one meal, a quarter-pounder, fries and a bottle of water.
I rode that bus for two days almost, reaching my destination city well after noon. I then walked from the bus station to her home, a sixteen-mile walk. Most of the walk was along the service road for the interstate. Still it was nearly a seven-hour walk, with some very precarious intersections along the way.
I arrived at her home a little after ten PM. I hesitated knocking for about ten minutes, I didn’t know if I was going to be facing more of the same thing I had found at home. Amid all the warring in my soul, the front door opened and there stood my Grandma.
“William, is that you? What are you doing here? Where is the rest of the family? You’re not here by yourself are you?”
All that spilled out of my grandmother, before I could respond to question one.
Grandma Kate pulled me into her house. After looking at me, she led me to her kitchen.
“Sit, I will make a pot of tea and then we can talk. Are you hungry?”
I just nodded, and after eyeing me over, she began to cook just about everything in her kitchen, it seemed. We didn’t begin to talk, until I was about halfway through eating. I don’t think I could have talked with my mouth so full. I don’t remember what was said, or how long we talked. I only remember waking up the next morning on the couch, in the living room.
Grandmother Kate sitting in her chair, was the first thing I saw the next morning.
“Good morning William, how are you doing?”
“I am OK and you?”
“I am doing well. You know, your Mom still hasn’t called me and told me that you are missing yet. Did you tell her where you were going, when you left.”
“No ma’am, I just grabbed a bunch of stuff and left about three days ago, three days this evening. I think she is happy that I am gone.”
“I want to see just how long she will wait. I will give her a week. If she doesn’t call, I will call her. I don’t think that you will be going home.”
“Go take a bath if you are going to live in my house. You smell like a vagabond. Leave your clothes outside the door; there are a couple of robes hanging on the door. Go to the bedroom you use when you come here. I’ll find something for you to wear.”
I hadn’t noticed how much I stank till she told me and I was glad to have a chance to clean myself up. When I came out of the shower there were some girl’s clothes on the bed, jeans, panties and a blouse. I tried not to think about them belonging to my Mom, as I dressed in them. I never wore boy’s clothes again.
Anyways, Mom never called, Grandmother had to call her. After some hemming and hawing Mother admitted that I had run away. Sparks flew between them, till Grandmother Kate told her I was there, and they went through a second round of arguing. When all was said and done, I was to stay with my grandmother. Mom and Grandmother Kate made it official, they both went to a lawyer and had some paperwork drawn up.
Mom never came to see her mother again. I could tell that it was tearing my Grandmother up inside, but she made it clear, that I was just too precious to abandon. If my mother was too much of an ass to see that, then that was her problem.
Things brightened up a bit for me as I stayed with Grandmother Kate. She insisted that I see a psychologist about my wanting to be a girl.
I went to see my psychologist, and after four weekly sessions, she suggested that I live full time as a girl. I was happy and afraid at the same time. How would I be able to go to school?
Grandmother Kate had an answer to that problem, I home schooled for a year, with my Grandmother as my teacher. Boy can she be a harsh taskmaster. In many ways she was harder on me than my regular teachers were. Her lessons not only included the three R’s, but I had separate lessons on how to be a girl. In many ways those were harder than the regular schoolwork.
By the time the next school year started, I had learned a lot about being a girl and I was well ahead of the average student in my grade.
This is the end of the prologue to my diary and I switched to a more day by day diary.
Hugs
Sandra
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After closing the file, Ricky called Jennifer up and asked if she wanted to go with him to a coffee shop, which was a Wi-Fi hotspot tomorrow, as he didn’t want his IP address to go out to everybody. After listening to what Ricky said, she agreed, and convinced Ricky that he should dress as Michelle. Ricky then printed out the ‘read me first’ and ‘read me second’ files. He attached a USB flash drive and copied the files that Jennifer had wanted.
Ricky then spent a little time playing with the makeup. He had seen Jennifer do that at her home, when he had gone over there to study. When they took a break, she would experiment with her makeup and ask Ricky what he thought of this or that. He found that putting his pinky on his cheek helped quite a bit when he worked with the eye liner. He also was getting better with applying mascara to his lower lashes.
He went back to the computer and found help for using the myriad of shades of eye shadows he had. He had pallets and pallets of different shades and colors of eyeshadows. You Tube surprised him, with all the tutorials on makeup available. He bookmarked them all.
Ricky stopped what he was doing and did his housework. He had let it slip a little and he didn’t want his mom to comment on that. He did a couple of loads of clothes, dusted and vacuumed the floors.
He took the wig, the blouse and bra off, the breastforms came off with the bra. He then put on a loose sweatshirt over the corset. The sweatshirt hid the corset and the top of the jeans. He cleaned the makeup off and cleansed his face.
He then fixed dinner for his Mom.
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Ricky and Jennifer sat together in the lunchroom. Ricky saw one of the guys he had been keeping an eye on. The boys name was Timothy. Tim was always smartly dressed, usually in a button up shirt, pullover sweater and chinos or jeans. His appearance couldn’t be called feminine, but it wasn’t masculine either. The boy’s hair came to the top of his shoulders and was neatly cut.
After checking the space around them, Ricky asked Jennifer, “Do you think that Timothy West could be like Sandra?”
“Um… He could be, I don’t know. He is cute though. He has beautiful hazel eyes. His eyebrows aren’t bushy like a lot of guys. He keeps them neat, but they aren’t arched. His eyelashes are longer than mine. I would trade eyelashes with him any day. His face is always smooth and clean. He has nice cheekbones and a nice head of hair. We see him checking out girls, but doesn’t leer or make rude comments, like the Neanderthal group. He dresses nicely and is very polite too. I don’t know if you could call him effeminate or not. I would date him in a heartbeat, if I didn’t have you. He seems like a very nice boy.”
Ricky was surprised by the amount of information that Jennifer had gleaned.
“Do girls always gather as much detail?”
“Girls notice more than boys do, especially people that are cute or people that are slobs. You ought to hear what girls say about you?”
“Tell me.”
“I can’t, it’s against the girl code, to reveal what one girl tells another, about a boy. It’s like doctor/patient confidentiality.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope, honest injun.”
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After school, Jennifer went with Ricky to his home. She had Ricky change into Michelle, while she changed into one of Sandra’s outfits. Jennifer put on a wig cap and donned the blonde wig. She always wondered what she would look like, without her mousey brown hair. Ricky chose to wear the auburn wig; the style fit his age better.
Jennifer dressed in a white silk/linen blouse and a gray wool/linen mini skirt, with black heels. Ricky dressed in a green silk blouse and a high waisted, royal blue, silk/linen mini, with a pair of strappy sandals. The skirt started about two inches below the bust and ended mid thigh.
Jennifer did the makeup for both of them. As they looked at each other in the mirror, it would be hard to identify either of them, without close inspection.
“Are you ready to do this?” Jennifer asked.
“As ready as I can be.”
They grabbed their purses and the laptop, checking that the battery was at full power and headed out. The coffee house was one they both knew of, but on the far side of town from them. It was a twenty-five minute drive from where Ricky lived.
As they entered the coffee shop, they saw that the corner booth was open. Ricky sent Jennifer to grab it, while he would order their coffees and biscotti. Jennifer began setting up the laptop, after she had taken her seat.
Ricky joined Jennifer; they sat side by side with their backs to the wall. The laptop found the Wi-Fi signal and soon they were on the Internet. Ricky launched the IRC client he found in the start menu and soon they had logged into a transgendered chat room.
It only took about eight seconds, before the name Sandragurl was noticed. It was like an avalanche that started off slowly and built up to a tempest. Ricky didn’t see the-boss-lady in the list of chatters there, but he did see a name with an ampersand by it. He double clicked that name, which sent a private chat request.
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@JolieB: OMG it’s sooo good 2 c u Sandra. How r u?
Sandragurl: I am not Sandra, but I know what happened.
@Jolie: That doesn’t sound good, so how is Sandra.
Sandragurl: It’s not good Jolie. I was told to contact The-Boss-Lady.
@JolieB: She isn’t here right now, let me skype her.
Things were quiet in the chat window for about five minutes. The-Boss-Lady then came on line and joined them in the private chat.
@The-Boss-Lady: Hi my name is CindyP. I hear that you have information about Sandragurl.
Sandragurl: Yes, my name is Michelle and I am with my girlfriend Jen. I came upon Sandra’s laptop. She had left some directions on it and a way to contact her. I was able to find out what happened with her.
@JolieB: So tell us, what happened Michelle?
Sandra: Can I do a copy/paste in this window?
@The-Boss-Lady: Go ahead.
Ricky called up the email that Courtney had sent and he copied the text of the message. He then pasted the text and sent the chat. It was five minutes before either girl replied.
@The-Boss-Lady: We were afraid something bad had happened. Sandra just told us that she was going to be gone for about four months. She was going for her SRS and didn’t give us any details or any way to contact her. Please do keep up with Khamchanaka. I know many health care people and a loss like that can be devastating.
Sandragurl: I will. Sandra said that you would find a way to break it to the chat room.
@The-Boss-Lady: I will, type /nick (name you want to go by) to change from Sandragurl to your nickname.
Ricky typed /nick MichelleL and hit enter. Sandragurl disappeared and MichelleL was listed.
@The-Boss-Lady: Good, now let me get the attention of the chat room and I will introduce you. Don’t do the cut paste in the open chat room. But tell them in your own words what happened to Sandragurl.
Sandragurl: Ok
@The-Boss-Lady: Alright, go ahead and close this chat window and return to the main chat room.
Ricky closed the private chat and waited for a few seconds. People were still trying to get Sandra’s attention, even after the nick changed from Sandragurl to MichelleL. The number of people in the main chat room had jumped from about eight to over twenty.
@The-Boss-Lady: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> NOW HEAR THIS <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The chat room went silent for several seconds.
@The-Boss-Lady: MichelleL has joined us today. No, she isn’t Sandragurl, but she brings us news about Sandragurl. Give the girl a chance to speak. We all need to hear what she is saying. I have given her voice and I am only allowing one person at a time to speak. If you have a question, PM me, requesting voice. She doesn’t have all the answers, so please be patient. She will answer what she can.
MichelleL: Hi, I am Michelle and I bring news about Sandragurl. I didn’t know Sandra before this. It was a little over a week ago that I bought, at auction, the contents of a storage locker. One of the items I recovered was this laptop. Sandra had left certain files on the desktop and asked that I do certain things for her. One of the things involved finding out what had happened with her. She had written an email to a friend in Thailand requesting her to inform me. I went ahead and sent this email and I have received a reply.
The essence of the reply was that Sandra had made it to Thailand. She spent a couple of weeks having fun with a friend she had made there, before she had gone in for surgery. Early December, she received some facial surgery and breast augmentation, and on the fifteenth, she went in for SRS.
She was recovering at the home of her friend, when things went badly. Sandra had an undiagnosed Aortic Aneurysm and during a hypertensive crisis she had, the aneurysm burst. She died in the arms of her friend. Her death wasn’t related to the surgery, except I guess, that any major surgery can be dangerous, even if routine.
She left a dairy on the laptop and asked that I read it. I am doing this. I would have loved to have known Sandra before she died. She seemed like a very nice person.
Her friend in Thailand said that she was very happy after her surgery. She had finally become the girl she had been on the inside.
That is all that I know.
Some of the people there asked questions and Ricky tried to answer as best he could. It amounted to just restating what he had already said. He put off some personal questions, where they were asking about who he was. The-Boss-Lady put her foot down on the personal questions. Clearly some of the people there didn’t want to believe what Michelle was saying, but they had no basis to their doubts.
@The-Boss-Lady: Now Michelle has no reason to be lying. What she is saying has to be true. If you look into your hearts, you have to see the truth. Sandra is gone. The best that could be said is that Sandra finally made it into the body she should have been born in. Just like many of you have done or hope to do one day.
ScreamingCindy: Sounds like something that she would do. Sandra was always a bit of a drama Queen. She read too much Le Carre, Ludlum and Ian Fleming.
BrntoBfem: Yeah, she was a Bob Lee Swagger fan too, but she was our drama queen.
CalebtoCandace: Bob Lee Swagger was just a character, Stephen Hunter was the author Fem.
MichelleL: As soon as I finish reading her diary, would you like to read it. I don’t think she would mind others knowing what her life was like.
@JolieB: That is a great idea Michelle. You could post it on one of the many TG story sites.
@The-Boss-Lady: Also Sandra was in the care of a friend in Thailand. The girl was a nurse who helped others like us, going there for surgery. How about we each write her a bit, thanking her for caring for our sister? Michelle, if I collected all these letters could you forward them for us.
MichelleL: I guess I could. That might make her feel better. Sandra’s loss really hurt her bad.
Ricky’s cell phone began to ring.
MichelleL: Afk my GF Jen will be chatting with you.
Jennifer took over the keyboard and Ricky answered his phone.
“Hi Mom,” Ricky said.
“Hi Ricky, how are you doing?”
“Good and you?”
“Comanche was a bust, I am coming home early. Where are you?”
“Jen and I are at the coffee shop on North Main.”
“Oh, is Michelle stepping out again?”
“Ah… sort of.”
“Ok, I will be there in about ten minutes.”
“Ok, bye.”
“Mom will be here in ten, Jen.”
Jennifer and Ricky chatted with the people in the chat room. The-Boss-Lady changed the TOD (topic of the day) to show that Sandra had passed away in December. Some people left the room others came in which started a new chat on Sandra.
They looked up when they heard someone call out for Michelle. Angela was scanning the shop and waved when she saw them. Michelle and Jen scooted closer together and made room for Angela.
“So what are you two up too today?” Angela asked.
“We are chatting with some of Sandra’s friends, Mrs. Crawford.” Jennifer said.
“Who is Sandra?”
“Sandra Metcalf, is the person’s name who once owned the stuff in the locker I bought, Mom.”
“So why are you chatting with her friends?”
“Well, she left some files on this laptop. I opened one that gave me some instructions to contact another friend of hers. I did and found out that Sandra had died of an Aortic Aneurysm. I was then asked to tell her friends.”
“Whoa, start again.”
Ricky felt it would be easier to show his Mom.
MicehelleL: AFK need to talk to parental unit.
@The-Boss-Lady: How old are you, sister?
MichelleL: Sixteen.
@The-Boss-Lady: Ok sweetie, if you need an alibi, I will explain and give her a chat log, if you don’t have one. We want to thank you for telling us about our sister. Hugs :-)
MichelleL: Thank you.
Logging off the chat room, Ricky then opened up the first Read me file, the email he sent, the email he received, the second Read me file, and the chat room log, his computer had made, letting his mother read them. He had changed the ‘second read’ me file the day before and indicated that the will was hidden in the camera/computer case.
“And when were you going to tell me all about this?”
“This weekend Mom. I want to take her will to her Lawyer and I would need you with me. Mom, she was all alone and had no one she could depend on. I am reading her diary right now. Her Mom and sisters ran her out of their home. She lived with her Grandmother till she died.”
“How do you know she died?” Jennifer asked.
“Because Sandra inherited most of her estate.”
“You found this will?” Angela asked.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Have you read it?”
“No ma’am, it is in a sealed envelope with a lawyer’s name on it.” Ricky said, showing it to his Mom.
“At least he is local. Let me check on him, before you go see him. I want to find out if this is legit. Ricky, I don’t watch over your shoulder all the time, because I know you are a good kid. You still need to tell me things like this, before you act. I still worry about you.”
“I know Mom, I am sorry. I just felt that this was something I needed to do.”
“I would have probably let you do it, but I would have wanted to know about this beforehand. Now, on to other business. Do you two want to go with me to Austin for an auction this weekend?”
“You bet Mom.”
“Let me call my mother, Mrs. Crawford,” Jennifer said, getting out her cell phone.
Angela talked to Lisa Singleton, Jennifer’s Mom, and assured her that she would keep both kids on a leash.
“Well, she said OK. So if we are going, we need to go shopping.”
“For what Mom?”
“I am not going to have my daughter, looking more mature than she is.”
“What?” Ricky asked.
Angela leaned closet to the kids and whispered, “Your chest is too big. This is apparently something you like doing. If that is the case, we are going to buy you some breastforms more fitting your age.
(to be continued)
Ricky and Jennifer go to the auction. Linda Groveston meets them there and makes Ricky/Michelle an offer. Ricky gets some surprises and turns the will over to Sandra's attorney.
The Diary -chapter 5
By
Paula Dillon
Things happened fast after Mom made up her mind that something needed doing. We packed up the laptop and headed out the door. Jennifer and I rode with mom to a prosthetics shop. Mom explained to the shopkeeper, that I was curious about the transgendered and had ordered the breastforms that I was wearing. Inez, the lady at the shop, just accepted this at face value. Mom told her that I needed smaller breastforms.
“The transsexuals that I have known,” Inez said. “Want to have larger breasts. The reason being, I am told, is that it minimizes their larger waists and a lot of them just like big breasts. That won’t be a problem for Michelle, I don’t think?”
“Well, I don’t like the way that they make Michelle look more mature than she is.”
“Follow me girls,” the shop keeper said.
She led us into the back and asked Michelle to take her blouse and bra off. Inez then measured and fitted Michelle with a set of forms that were significantly smaller.
“These breastforms will give you an average B cup, Michelle. The breastforms you were wearing are closer to a double D on you.”
“That is much better,” Angela said.
“Do you want me to adhere them to her, we have a medical adhesive the will hold them on for about two weeks?”
“I have to wear them for two weeks? What about school, Mom?”
“No, of course not. You just use the solvent to peel them off,” Inez said. “They will be more natural this way. You will avoid having your bra twisting around you and wind up with a breast in your underarm. We have some bras too, not as nice as what you were wearing, but you can’t wear that bra now anyway.”
Inez attached the breastforms onto Michelle and got her into one of their bras. Angela bought another set of breastforms, a couple of bras, some adhesive and solvent. At the mall, they stopped and got a half dozen more panty and bra sets.
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The next two hours were a blur. Ricky/Michelle got his truck and headed home. Ricky changed into the faux vagina, clean panties one of his new bras. He decided to dress for comfort, so he selected a T-shirt, jeans and heels. Jennifer took off her wig, and skirt before dressing in her own jeans. Then Angela took her home to pack, while Ricky packed for Michelle and Angela. He selected casual and business clothes. Ricky was surprised to see what he thought he would need. He packed two large suitcases, make up kit and a garment bag, just for him for the two days, instead of his usual carry on bag and small duffle.
Ten minutes after Jennifer and Angela returned, they headed off. Ricky/Michelle started off driving, with Angela sitting next to him and Jennifer in the back. Angela began reading Sandra’s Diary, on Ricky’s laptop. Jennifer showed her the pictures that were stored on the laptop.
Angela took over driving duty after about two hours.
“Sandra does seem to be a nice person. After all she went through; I could see where she could have become bitter and angry.”
“I agree Mom; she just wanted to be herself and everyone else she loved, turned against her, except her Grandmother.”
“Ok, let’s talk about tomorrow. There is an open inspection from nine to noon. The auction will run from one to seven, Saturday and Sunday. They have a large warehouse full of various items. I will get two catalogues and we will split up. I will work from the front of the catalogue to the middle and you Ricky, will work from the back to the middle.”
“How much money do we have?”
“You can spend ten grand; we have fifty grand in cash and letters of credit up to three hundred grand.”
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Everyone was up at six to shower and get dressed. Angela did Michelle’s makeup. They all dressed in jeans and sneakers.
They had checked into a motel near the warehouse the night before. They took two adjoining rooms. Ricky/Michelle and Angela took one, while Jennifer took the other. They were so tired they just kissed and crashed in separate beds.
After they ate breakfast, they headed to the auction house. Angela Crawford registered, turned in her letters of credit and bought two catalogues.
Jennifer was excited, she had never been to an auction this size before. There were hundreds of people just wandering around. She and Ricky were going through the isles checking out the various lots as Angela went on her own, so that they could cover more of the in the three hours.
Ricky/Michelle took this time to teach Jennifer more about antiques. She showed her where makers are usually placed their marks on the furniture, which makers made more desirable furniture and such. Ricky and Angela would call each other to talk about this item or that item and they would make notes on which stuff they wanted and which they would avoid. Angela even called Linda Groveston about certain things they found. She was excited to hear about them and told Angela that she might come down for the auction Sunday. They each found questionable items, that may be old furniture, but wasn’t what the item was being advertised as.
At major auction houses, the auctioneers would vet the items that were up for sale. If Christie’s said an item was a genuine antique, it usually was. They have been wrong before and when proven wrong, they usually make it right. It’s their good name at stake, after all.
“Not everything that looks good is valuable, Jennifer and not everything that looks bad is junk. You just have to know what you are looking at,” Ricky said.
“It’s like people then.”
Ricky/Michelle had to stop and think a bit about what she said, “Yes I guess it is. So where does that put me.”
“You are a pretty diamond amongst rhinestones, Michelle.”
“Thank you Jen. I think you are a treasure more valuable than gold too.”
The two of them also took time to measure the other people who were at the auction. It wasn’t hard to tell which people were looking at the lots with a precise eye and which people were just going through the motions of looking at them. Sometimes you had to look very close at the people. Ricky/Michelle saw one lady that most people would dismiss as an air head. She was dressed in a sophisticated gaudy outfit that might have been in fashion fifty years ago on Hedda Hopper and would fawn over a piece of fluff while eyeing the piece next to it.
At auctions it was never a good idea to give away your intent to bid on certain items. Other people would pick up on it and if they thought you were a competent bidder, they would go after the item too. This is what an auctioneer hopes for. Auctioneers get paid a percentage of the sale price. The higher the price the more they make.
They met up in the middle just before twelve. They would have loved to check the things out more closely, but they needed to eat and went out to grab a quick bite.
They sat around and compared notes as they ate. There were quite a few lots that they were interested in and some they wanted to stay away from. They weren’t a big fish in this pond. Together they developed a plan to get what they wanted and what they could at a price that would provide a profit for them. They wrote their limits on certain items, into their catalogues.
The auction began right at one pm. Bidding was aggressive and short. Most lots moved in three to five minutes, with some of the better antiques drawing out the bidding to seven or eight minutes.
Angela and Ricky/Michelle got a few of the items they really wanted. Jennifer kept notes on what they had spent so far and kept them apprised. Where the bidding got hot and heavy, the excitement level of the crowd increased.
The “good stuff” didn’t come up till about three thirty. A 19 th century armoire that came with a provenance and was in excellent condition, was the first of the best. Bidding started slow, at about a third of its value. Angela jumped in with a bid, made to reduce the number of people bidding on the item and bring it to over half of it’s value. A couple of serious bidders came in. The bidding went back and forth till Angela made her limit bid. The bid held through going once and someone overbid her by five hundred. Angela gritted her teeth and bid a thousand over the last bidder and that bid held out.
Jennifer saw a bed, which was a close match to the vanity Ricky had given her. Angela told her, she would get it for her, if she worked at the resale shop over the summer. Jen called her Mom, who agreed to it. The bed went for a little more than they expected, but it already had a good home to go to.
Angela did well on the first day. She had spent about a third of her allotment for this auction, but had a lot to show for her efforts.
They met up with Linda, at the motel they were staying at. She had gotten a room there also. She wasn’t a bit surprised at seeing Michelle. They all changed clothes and met up, to go to a nice restaurant.
At the restaurant, they made their orders and then began to chat about the merchandise that was on auction. Angela went over what was sold, what she bought and what was left for the auction on Sunday.
“So, what are you girls going to do this summer,” Linda asked, as they finished talking about their auction business.
“I am going to work for Mrs. Crawford, at her resale shop,” Jennifer said. “I have to pay her for a bed she bought me at this auction.”
“Really, what is it like?”
Jennifer went on to describe the bed. She had learned from Ricky about how to accurately describe furniture and she liked showing off what she had learned.
“What I like about it most is, that it goes well with the antique vanity that Rick gave me.”
“Really, what is the vanity like?” Linda said, with some excitement in her voice.
Jennifer went on to describe it, in detail.
“That is really nice to have such friends like these. What are you doing Michelle?”
“Ricky will probably be working with his Mom, at her antique shop.”
“How would Michelle like to come to work with me? It might be nice to learn something about Interior Decorating and being an antique buyer for me.”
“You want me,” Ricky/Michelle said, showing that she understood the implications. “Working for you this summer?”
“Yes, I would like Michelle working with me this summer. Michelle can look more mature than a boy her age, and with what she knows about the antiques business, it can only help me. I have a lot of new clients coming here this summer. I really could use some help.”
Ricky felt trapped, he would like to work with Mrs. Groveston, but he didn’t know if he wanted to be Michelle all summer.
“Mom?”
“It is up to you kiddo. You know what it would mean, don’t you?”
“Yes, I would be here all summer.”
“It might help you to appreciate women better and you will get to understand the other side of the business, putting things together that work right and well together. It will also help you to understand what people want better.”
“How would we do this?”
“You can come live with me, if that helps,” Linda said. “I have a home a few miles away from your shop. You will still be in town and be able to see your Mom and Jennifer.”
“Can I think about it for a few days?”
“If you can let me know by Wednesday, Friday I would like to take you shopping for work clothes. I like to dress well for my business, suits, heels and such. You would need to dress for success.”
“Ok, I will let you know by Wednesday.”
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Sunday, Angela had Michelle and Jennifer dress in nice skirts and blouses. There would be no crawling around taking close looks at antiques today. Angela wanted them to look more professional. Michelle looked very nice in one of Sandra’s suits. She wore a blue/gray skirted suit, over a white chiffon blouse. The skirt was a little too short for business but looked good on Michelle. Jennifer wore a light rose skirt, and a tapestry vest with a lot of roses over a white blouse. Angela wore one of her business suits, a deep burgundy skirted suit with a matching vest, over a white silk blouse. They all wore pantyhose and heels.
They met Linda for breakfast. She too was attired for work. She wore an azure blazer and a black skirt, over an ash gray silk blouse.
“Hi everyone,” Linda said. “Now, that is how I would like you to dress, Michelle, if you come to work for me. You just need a little longer skirt.”
Things went hot and heavy at the auction. There were more buyers there and many were more savvy buyers. The bids were getting higher by the end of the auction for two reasons. First, some of the best stuff didn’t come up till then. Secondly the bidders didn’t want to go home empty handed.
Angela didn’t get everything she wanted, but due to all their preparation they didn’t get hosed and she did get many of the things she wanted for her antique shop. Linda also selected a few lots to bid on. She had Angela bid on them for her and then bought them from her.
Angela was lost in thought as they got back to the motel.
“Linda, I am a little torn right now. The kids need to get back so they can go to school tomorrow and I want to stay so I can arrange shipment. We are going to need more than my two and a half ton truck to get all this back home.”
“I can take them home for you.”
“Would you, that would be so nice. Michelle, do you have your key?”
“Yes Mom, I have my key.”
“Ok, you kids be good. I will see you all tomorrow.”
The kids packed up and met Linda in the lobby. On the drive home, Linda described what she had in store, if Michelle took her job.
“If you choose to take my offer, you will be working with me, as my assistant and with a few of my other people, learning what we do and working closely with my clients. I want you to meet and greet, and make them feel comfortable. I expect to hear your thoughts and ideas, as much as you will listen to the other people. I expect you to ask questions and help work on solutions. I expect you to read up on interior design in our trade magazines.”
“How much do you do? Do you start from bare floors and an empty house?”
“We do as much or as little as the client wants. We do empty houses, offices, and entire buildings. We help pick out flooring and wall colors, furniture, kitchens and accessories. I have also done accessibility make overs, for the physically challenged. You know ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) compliance, ramps, doors, bathrooms and such. We’ve child-proofed homes, made houses safer and easier to keep up with, for the elderly. The elderly can be a pain to work with. You have to be patient and diplomatic. Often their homes are overflowing with clutter and they don’t want anything to go out the door. It may be good clutter, but even too much of a good thing can be bad.”
“Those things are their memories, they are afraid of losing them. Each item means something to them,” Michelle said.
“Even at the risk of a fall, from too much stuff in their rooms? The elderly sometimes need a lot of room and a safe path to get around their homes. We try to reduce the number of trip hazards and sharp edges, to reduce the danger of injury. A less cluttered home is safer and easier for them to keep clean,” Linda said.
It was well after eleven when Ricky/Michelle got home. Linda just dropped him off, after allowing him to kiss Jen good night.
Ricky undressed and removed the breastforms and placed them back in their box. Cleaned the makeup off his face, making sure there was no trace left and then went to bed.
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Monday was a busy day at school, all the teachers were shifting gears and going over all the things that would be on the final exams, which would take place the next week. Students were given a plethora of study material that they would be covering in class this week.
At lunch, Jen and Ricky talked about Linda’s job offer.
“Do you think I should take the job, Jen?”
“It sounds like a good job. It is strange that she wants Michelle for the job, but she seems like a nice woman. I think she may think you act and look more mature as Michelle.”
“Do I?”
“I like you a lot Ricky, but I think Michelle does act seem older, more mature. I know that she isn’t more mature or trust worthy, she gets her maturity and responsibility from you. Everything considered, I think you should take the job. It will be a good experience, learning to decorate a home or an office.”
“What do you think about Michelle?”
“If I didn’t have you, I might have to become a lesbian and seduce Michelle. I love her as much as I love you. There is one benefit I get from having Michelle in my life, I can borrow her clothes and she has some really nice clothes.” Jennifer said, giggling.
Ricky and Jennifer both went to their own homes after school to study. Jennifer’s Mom was the one to insist on that. Ricky studied for an hour and a half, he was pretty well ready for his finals. He possessed the ability to retain and understand much of what the teacher taught and more of what he read. So just going over the study material brought him up to date.
Closing his last book, he pulled the suitcase from beneath his bed and opened it. He picked up one prescription and read it. The first script was for Spironolacetone. He wasn’t familiar with it, so he looked it up. Spironolacetone was a diuretic and an anti-androgen. The next one was Estrace. Estrace was a form of estrogen, a female sex hormone. The next medicine he looked at was Lisinopril. Lisinopril is an ACE inhibitor used for high blood pressure. The next medicine was medroxyprogesterone. That was another female hormone. Lastly, there were many vials of Estradiol Valerate, an injectable form of estrogen and a bunch of syringes. He also found a chart that showed the course of treatment. It showed what Sandra took and when.
Ricky had a stray thought about the hormones, wondering what it would be like to take them. He had everything to start becoming more like Sandra, but did he really want to do that. He went to the phone and called the family doctor.
“Hello, this is Doctor Amanda Parker’s office, how may I help you?”
“Hello, this is Ricky Crawford, I was wondering if I could speak with Doctor Parker.”
“Oh hello Ricky, this is Cynthia, what do you need to talk to the Doc about.”
“I bought a suitcase at auction and it has a bunch of drugs in it.”
“Illegal drugs or prescriptions?” Cynthia asked with concern.
“They are all prescriptions, I think.”
“Hold on a minute!” she said.
“Hello Ricky, this is Amanda, tell me what you have.”
“Well I bought a suitcase loaded with a bunch of drugs, prescription drugs, cartons of prescription drugs and syringes.”
“Please bring them by my office, if you could.”
“Ok, I can be there in about twenty five minutes.”
“Ok, I will see you then. Bye.”
It only took Ricky about twenty minutes to close the suitcase and drive to the doctor’s office. He only had to wait about ten minutes to be called back to the doctor’s office.
Dr. Parker smiled when she saw Ricky and hugged him as he came into her office pulling his suitcase.
“Hello Ricky, how are you doing?”
“I am doing alright.”
“You could stand to put on a little weight, you seem a bit underweight to me, but tell me what you have and how you came to possess these drugs.”
“Well, I went to an auction at a storage locker rental establishment. They were auctioning off the contents of the lockers. This case was in the locker.” He said, placing the case on the doctor’s desk and opening it.
“Ok, let me see what you got,” Amanda said, putting on her glasses.
Dr. Parker took out one box and read the label to identify the patient, the medication and the prescribed dosage.
“So, do you know this Sandra Metcalf?”
“Sort of, but not really. I have learned a bit about her, but I never have met her.
Dr. Parker nodded, as she opened one of the bottles and took out a pill. She then took out her PDR (Physician’s Desk Reference) and compared it with what it was suppose to be and with what it was.
“What do you know about her?” Amanda asked.
“Well I know that she was born, William Trent.”
“That answers a lot of questions. Do you know what these are?”
“They are hormones and blood pressure medications.”
“Can you get them back to Sandra Metcalf?”
“No, I can’t… She passed away in Thailand. She had gone there for SRS surgery.”
“Oh, I am so sorry to hear that,” Amanda said, showing real concern. “Do you know what happened to her?”
Ricky pulled out the email that he received from Thailand and gave it to the doctor. Amanda read the email and said, “Oh, that is so sad.” as she read it.
“Can you tell me what it was like for her? Dying that is.”
“Well, I don’t know if I would trust what you have been told, but if this is right…” Amanda said, and she explained what had happened. She used a chart of the human body to explain where the aneurysm might have been. She also speculated on what may have caused the hypertensive crisis.
“All of these pills were Sandra’s HRT meds, except for the blood pressure meds. She was taking them to transition from a male to a female. Well, I guess I will dispose of the pills and syringes for you. You haven’t taken any of this medication have you?”
“No ma’am, I haven’t.”
“You won’t mind if I check do you? This is like Detante, trust but verify.”
“I guess its ok.”
Dr. Parker pressed a button and her nurse Mary came in. “Mary, please take Ricky’s weight, temp, blood pressure and order these blood tests,” She said writing on an orders sheet.
Ricky went with Mary as Amanda was removing all the medicines and syringes from the case. She then searched the case to make sure she got them all. There were papers in the lid, but she found that there was a false bottom in the bottom. She opened the bottom up and found many velvet bags. She opened up one bag and found a bunch of pearls. She pulled out a twenty six inch strand of ten or eleven mm pearls and rubbed a couple of the pearls together. “Oh, my. These things feel real.” She said to herself. Looking at the clasp she said, “If this clasp is real and the pearls are real, these are worth a small fortune.” She found three more necklaces, an eighteen inch, a sixteen inch and a three strand pearl chocker, along with several sets of pearl earrings.
Amanda pressed the button again. “Mary, make sure Ricky comes back to my office.”
She opened another bag and found a bunch of smaller bags. Inside the smaller bags she found what looked like diamonds. She took a ring with a multi-carat marquis cut stone and breathed on it and watched her breath quickly fade away. She took the ring and made a short scratch on her glass desktop. She put the ring on one of her fingers and admired it. She would love to own this ring. She quickly took it off, as much as she wanted it, it wasn’t hers. She quickly checked all the bags and just found more jewelry.
A knock at the door preceded Ricky’s entrance. He saw all the jewelry set out on her desk.
“Ricky, it had to have been an exceptional day for you to win the bid on that locker. This is what I found under all the medications.”
“Are those REAL,” Ricky gasped.
“I don’t know sweety, but if I were a betting woman, I would guess that at least most are real. If they are, you might have a half million or more in bling here.”
“Take what you want Dr. Parker.”
“Oh Ricky, I love you,” She said, batting her eyelids at Ricky. “But no I can’t take any of this from you. It’s just too much. I suppose they are yours or your Mom’s now,” she said giggling, holding up the pearl chocker. “This would look so divine on you Ricky,” she teased.
Ricky blushed a bit and said, “I might give Jennifer a piece or two.”
“Jennifer Singleton, right.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“That would be too much in my opinion. At least for right now, wait till graduation time to give her some of the pearls and maybe if you two get engaged you can give her more. How are you two doing?”
“We are doing great; we both went to an auction in Austin with my Mom, this last weekend.”
“You two haven’t had sex yet, have you? You can trust me, I won’t tell your Mom, and I am only concerned about your health.”
“Not yet, we haven’t.”
“But it’s a close thing, right?”
Ricky nodded.
“That’s good, hold off as long as you can and use protection if you do. You don’t want to be a teenage poppa do you? Now get this stuff off my desk before I am tempted to snatch a piece or two and without fail be sure you let Angela know about this stuff.”
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At home, Ricky laid out all the bling on the kitchen table. He got his laptop and began making an inventory of the items. He just kept a few items off the inventory: two pair of diamond and pearl earrings, the 16 and 18 inch strands of pearls, most of the gold and silver bangles, a couple of, gold and silver necklaces, and a bracelet that had some pretty colored stones of green, blue and red. He figured that they were emeralds, sapphires and rubies, but he wasn’t an expert. He took those to his room.
The whole top of the dinning room table looked like a jewelry store, when Angela came in.
“What jewelry store did you rob, Ricky?”
“I finally got the last case open from the storage locker, Mom. Inside there was a bunch of … prescription drugs. I immediately called Dr. Parker and took all of them to her, in the case.”
“What kind of drugs were they?”
“Something called Spironolacetone, an injectable estrogen, Estrace, medroxyprogesterone and Lisinopril. Amanda said they were Sandra’s HRT meds and a high blood pressure drug. She said something about detante and trust, but verify, so even though she trusted me about not taking any of the medicine, she had her nurse check me out and took some blood.”
“Trust but verify, Ronald Regan used that term. I learned that it was an old Russian proverb "doveryai, no proveryai" It was good that you called her and I don’t blame her for wanting to verify that you weren’t taking those drugs. They are powerful hormones and they could be dangerous to your health, but where did this treasure come from.”
“Well, beneath all the drugs, there was a secret compartment in the case. She found all these velvet bags and this stuff was in the bags.”
“This makes sense now. I wondered about finding all those high fashion clothes and no jewelry,” She said, picking up a necklace with about, what appeared to be, fifty or so diamonds, from about one eighth of an inch, to a half inch drop. The large stone was cool to her touch, she breathed on it to fog it up, but the fog quickly dissipated. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass jelly jar and scratched it deeply. “Oh my, I think this stuff is real. So what are you doing with all of it, sitting out on the table?”
“I am making a list of it, so you know what we have, in case you take it to someone to appraise.”
“Smart kid, let’s see what you got?”
Ricky went down the list and Angela read over his shoulder. He had done a pretty good job. Angela corrected some of the item descriptions and expanded others. They carefully bagged up everything and took it to her room. Angela had a floor safe hidden beneath her nightstand and under the carpet, in her room. Ricky knew where it was and he also knew the combination, although he didn’t know what she kept there. Ricky printed out a half dozen copies of the inventory. Two copies went in the safe and the rest were secreted around the house.
Over dinner, Angela talked to Ricky about what she had found out.
“That lawyer we are supposed to go to, is legit. I found that he is held in high esteem by some lawyers I know. I called and made an appointment for two pm on Wednesday. I called your principal and told her we had some legal issues to work out. She said you would just miss P.E. and Chemistry that day, coupled with your perfect attendance and A’s in those classes, she approved you missing those classes. Have you thought about Linda’s offer?”
“Yes I have, I just wanted to talk with you alone first. What do you think about it?”
“Well, it would be good for you to learn about interior design. It ties in with antiques business, but it also encompasses so much more. I just worry about you portraying a girl all summer.”
“That worries me and at the same time, intrigues me too. I almost want to do it for the experience alone. I see how learning about interior design could help me later. I think I could hack being a girl all summer.”
“Aren’t you afraid of losing yourself in all that lace and satin?”
“I wouldn’t be losing myself, I would still be me, just in a different package. I would still love you Mom.”
“You have never been a macho manly man, Ricky, but that has allowed you to be a better man than most of the men I know. I will still love you, no matter what package you wear. So what is your decision?”
“I like Linda, I am going to accept her offer.”
“Ok, I will call her tomorrow, if you want?” Angela said, proud of her son. She would have been proud of him no matter what he had decided.
“Go ahead and call her Mom.”
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The next day, Ricky walked Jennifer in the front door at school. They talked till the one minute bell rang. Ricky gave Jennifer a quick peck on her cheek and pressed a small velvet bag in her hand, before making a quick get away, as they both had to hurry to get to classes.
At lunch, Ricky saw Jennifer heading his way, with her tray. He couldn’t read her expression, as she kept he face neutral. She would be terrific at poker, Ricky thought, as she sat next to him and moved a little closer than necessary.
“Well?” Ricky asked.
“Well what, Ricky?” Jennifer replied.
“Did you check out the bag?”
“What bag?”
“Stop playing, Jen. Did you look in the bag I gave you this morning?”
“You mean that black velvet bag, you pressed in my palm before home room?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, I thought you gave it to me to throw away. I dumped it in the trash can in Mr. Johnston’s room.” Jennifer said, in a non-plussed manner.
“What!!!” Ricky said, almost jumping out of his seat.
“Sit down Ricky, you’re starting to draw attention,” Jennifer said calmly, as she pushed her hair back a bit, revealing a diamond and pearl drop earrings she was wearing. “I just had to get you. You almost cost me an hour of detention today. Mr. Johnston didn’t like me disturbing his class when I opened up the bag. I gave out a whoop, when I poured out the earrings into my palm.”
“I could always take them back,” Ricky whispered into Jennifer’s ear.
“I am afraid that I would have to hurt you, if your tried that.” Jennifer said, calmly almost aloof, giving a certain body part a squeeze. She turned her head as if to whisper in his ear. She kissed it and said, “Thank you, Ricky. I love them dearly.”
The earrings had oblong pearls, that were almost teardrop in shape, about a quarter inch long and had a .5 carat, princess cut diamond, surrounded by a cluster of two to three point diamonds, in a flower petal pattern, for a t.w. of 1.3 carats, set in white gold.
After school, the two teens changed in to some of Michelle’s more stylish clothes, Jennifer put her hair up in a twist to show off her earrings. They did their makeup for a sophisticated look and headed to the coffee shop with the laptop. Once they got their cappuccinos and biscotti, they settled down and began chatting with some of Sandra’s friends.
@Thebosslady: Hey Micelle, it’s good to see u
MichelleC: Yeah, it’s good being here.
ScreamingCindy: hey girl, where u been
MichelleC: went to an auction with my Mom and also school. Final exams are coming up and I am spending a lot of time studying.
@JolieB: Yeah people, Michelle is still in high school, hint hint. You need to keep your grades up, so we understand.
@Thebosslady: I have a bunch of messages ready for you to send to Khamchanaka.
Michelle: sure, let’s go private. brb people.
Michelle double clicked on the boss lady’s name and opened up the chat window.
@Thebosslady: Hey Michelle, give me an email addy.
MichelleC: Sure, this is one that Sandra used with me.
Michelle typed out the address of Sandra’s account.
@Thebosslady: that one is different than the one I have for her. Can I keep up with you at this address?
MichelleC: Sure, that will be ok. I still need to finish reading Sandra’s diary, before I will put it out to post.
@Thebosslady: When you finish it, send it to me and I will edit it for you and then we will post it on a TG web site I know.
MichelleC: Sounds good. I have been really busy this last week and will be so the next 2 weeks. I will be taking Sandra’s will in to her lawyer tomorrow, finals coming up, helping my Mom buy and sell antiques and getting ready for a summer job as an interior decorator’s assistant.
@Thebosslady: Wow you really are busy. Going back to main chat room.
MichelleC: going to compose and send Khamchanaka the email as soon as I get yours.
They both closed the private window. Michelle opened up Sandra’s email account; she saw three emails there, two from Khamchanaka and one from Thebosslady. She opened and read the two from Kham. In both of them she was wondering if Michelle had gotten the email.
Michelle then began to compose the email she was going to send.
Dear Khamchanaka:
I am so sorry that I didn’t reply sooner. I have been very busy. I am still in school and am having to study real hard for my finals.
I got the email you sent me. I am sorry to hear that Sandra has passed away, but happy that she is finally whole. Please Kham, take courage that what you are doing is important to many girls like Sandra. Although this had a bad ending, please don’t stop doing what you do. I am attaching some messages from a lot of Sandra’s sisters thanking you for taking care of her. I am sure that many would like to keep corresponding with you. I believe that many of them are good people like you are. I will write when I can, so smile for me Kham and thank you so much.
Michelle
Attachements: Sandra.doc
Michelle attached the .doc thebosslady sent her and then sent the email off.
Back in the chat room, Michelle found that she was the topic of conversation. Thebosslady was telling everyone about what Michelle had to say. For the next forty or fifty minutes Michelle and Jen talked about who they were (rather loosely, never giving out detailed information that could identify them or where they were), how they came to know Sandra and what they hoped to do in life. They also listened to the people gathered there and got to know a few of them.
It was getting late, so the kids logged off after saying goodbye and headed home.
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The next day, Ricky dressed with panties and pantyhose under his clothes, since he was headed to the lawyer’s office after lunch. He wore a white, button up, long sleeve shirt, a burgundy cashmere sleeveless pullover, that had been Sandra’s, yet wasn’t too feminine, socks to hide the pantyhose, slacks and a pair of loafers. He loved the feel of the pantyhose, even if he had to wear socks to hide them from everyone else.
Ricky picked up Jennifer before school, she was dressed very nicely. She took more care about her looks, since Ricky also strove to dress better. He was never a slob, but then, he didn’t dress like a preppie either. Ricky was beginning to understand what a commitment it was and just how much time it takes, for a girl to dress up nicely. It was more than just slap on nice clothes. Jennifer found it easy to dress up for Ricky now.
At school, there were a lot more girls who looked fondly at Ricky and guys who looked strangely at him. The girls thought that he looked cute, while the guys thought he was a wimp. They all knew that he and Jennifer were an item. He heard not just once a girl saying, “Now why can’t you look that nice for me?” to their boyfriends.
Ricky had a nice lunch with Jennifer and then was met by his mother at the office. Together they headed over to the offices of Brian James Prescott, attorney at Law.
Brian Prescott’s office was ornate, but not overstated. A receptionist sat behind a long desk that had a computer, monitor and an office phone. Angela thought it was strange, as the receptionist looked to be typing on her desk without a keyboard. Ricky pointed out that she was using a virtual keyboard.
The receptionist turned to them and smiled, as they approached her desk.
“Hello, I am Beverly. Welcome to the Law offices of Brian James Prescott. How may I help you?”
“Hello, it is nice meeting you Beverly. I am Angela Crawford and this is my son Ricky Crawford. We are here to see Mr. Prescott about the will of Sandra Metcalf.”
“Please take a seat, while I notify Mr. Prescott that you are here.”
They only waited about five minutes, till two women came out and called their names. They stood and approached the ladies.”
“Hello, I am Angela Crawford and this is my son Ricky.”
Hello Mrs. Crawford, I am Pamela James, I am Mr. Prescott’s legal assistant and this is Cindy Jones, She is his personal assistant. Will you come with us, Mr. Prescott is waiting to see you.”
Pamela led them to a room that looked more like a sitting room, or a living room. The décor was meant to put the people there in comfort and at ease. Pamela had Angela and Ricky sit on a very plush, ornately embroidered couch. She sat in a chair, that was next to a nice leather high back chair.
“May I get you something to drink?” Cindy asked. “Coffee, Tea or Soda?”
“I’ll have a coffee,” Angela said.
“Me too,” Ricky said.
“Just one moment please.”
Cindy Jones was gone for a little over a minute and she returned with their drinks. She had just served them and taken her seat, when a man in his early thirties and a three thousand dollar Italian suit, entered.
He smiled and looked at Ricky and Angela. He extended his hand to Angela first and said. “Hello, I am Brian Prescott, attorney at Law.”
“Hello Mr. Prescott, I am Angela Crawford and this is my son Ricky.” Angela said, shaking Mr. Prescott’s hand in a lady like manner.
“It is good to meet you Mrs. Crawford, you too Ricky,” Mr. Prescott said, shaking Ricky’s hand.
“Now, from our previous conversation, Mrs. Crawford, I understand that you are here in relation to a client of mine, a one Sandra Metcalf, is that correct?” he said, as he took a seat opposite of the pair.
“Yes sir, Mr. Prescott. My son Ricky, bought at auction, the contents of a storage locker. Inside the locker were things belonging to Sandra Metcalf.”
“Please, call me Brian. Mr. Prescott is my distinguished father and sir makes me sound old. Yes, I recall that you claimed that Sandra Metcalf is now dead and that you are in possession of her will. Is that right? Mrs. Crawford.”
“Please call me Angela, if I have to call you Brian. Yes, Ricky emailed a lady in Thailand and she sent back a response that Sandra had died from a ruptured aortic aneurism. She stated that a death certificate was on file with the American Embassy, in Bangkok.”
“Yes, after your call on Monday. I made a call to the Embassy. They verified what you have said and faxed me a copy of the death certificate and copies of Sandra’s identification. I need to wait till I have the originals in hand, before I can execute the will, but I can get some of the preliminaries out of the way. Now which of you was the one that found this will and do you now have it in your possession?”
“I found it, Mr. Prescott,” Ricky said.
“Do you have some official identification, Ricky?”
“Yes sir, I have my driver’s license.”
“May I see it, please?”
Ricky took out his wallet and handed his driver’s license to Mr. Prescott.
“Cindy, please make a copy of it and return it to Mr. Crawford.”
“I know this is unusual, but Sandra was an unusual Lady. I greatly admired her courage and gumption. She made some unusual requests in her will, and being her attorney I complied with her requests. May I now have the will?”
Ricky took the will out of his backpack and handed it over to the attorney. Mr. Prescott opened and inspected the document.
“This is indeed a copy of her will, minus a few codicils. I am still in possession of the original will. It was Sandra’s desire that whoever brought in this will, watch a short video she made. I must ask you though, if you are aware of just how special Sandra was.”
“I know about Sandra having once been a male named William Trent,” Ricky said.
“Good, you know then and this doesn’t offend either of you?”
“No it doesn’t,” they both replied.
“Good, would you two look over to your right. Beverly if you will.”
Ricky and Angela turned to their right. On the wall was the largest flat screen TV they had ever seen. It was well over seventy inches. Beverly clicked a remote and the screen came alive. After a few seconds, the image of a pretty, blonde hair, blue eyed young lady, in her early twenties, appeared. She was dressed in one of the business suits, which Ricky had already worn.
Sandra then begins to speak.
Is this thing on? Of course it is, I see the red light thingy is on now. Hello, I know I sound headspacey, but just bear with me, this is fun. I have never talked to a camcorder before this. Ok, now for the not so fun stuff.
(Sandra then sat up straight and took on a more solemn countenance.)
Hello, I am Sandra Metcalf, aka William Trent. I have always wanted to work aka into a sentence before, I just never got the chance. Anyway, I have legally changed my name to Sandra Metcalf. Metcalf just happens to be my maternal grandmother’s last name. It is also my mother’s maiden name, but I don’t want to think of it that way. Yes, it is better for me to honor my grandmother.
My mother (Sandra’s voice was filled with disdain and sadness), father and sisters have disowned me. At least as long as I am called by and am dressed as Sandra, I am returning the favor. I am disowning them. There, I said it.
If this is being watched by anybody except me for my pleasure, then I guess I am gone. I guess I should be sad, but then I am not around at the time this is being watched, am I and that is not the point of this little video anyway.
Brian, he is such a dear person, is taping this for me. I suppose if he has done his job, or if whoever had the copy of my will, has already read my diary, you should by now already know that I am a pre-op transsexual. Transsexual doesn’t mean any reference to the actual sex act, but that I am a girl trapped inside the body of a boy. I hope that doesn’t shock you too badly. If you haven’t read my diary, I invite you to please read it. Brian has spare copies of it. It will explain a lot to you.
Anyway, that isn’t why I wanted you to see this, but it is background information.
You see, Uncle Frank passed away in 2006, about a year after I left home. He was pissed at my mother by the way treated me. I won’t call her mom, but she did give birth to me. He had no children or family, except his sister, my grandmother. He left all his money to her and stipulated that nothing go to my mother or my family, unless I had reconciled with them.
I called mother and asked if she was reconciled with me. I didn’t get past that point, as she slammed her phone down. So, I guess we aren’t. So, she, my father and sisters are on the out, on this money. Grandmother, God rest her soul, passed away about a year ago, and had a similar request in her will. (“They didn’t know how much money was involved in the will,” Sandra whispered conspiratorially into the camera. “And don’t tell them, if they haven’t already come to terms with me. Brian will tell you if they have.”)
I’ll admit that I went a little crazy with the money, once it was mine. If you could have seen my closet and my jewelry, you would know what I mean. About one third of the jewelry is some really nice paste stuff; the rest is the real McCoy.
Again, that isn’t really the real reason for this video. Getting back to my will, I have one bequest and one request. My bequest is… are you sitting down… of course you are, Brian wouldn’t have you standing and watching this.
Half of everything I have is yours. That should be a little over a million dollars in value. Brian is a very thorough and righteous dude. He will give you a better account of the monies and properties I have left.
Now for my request. I made a lot of friends online. Most are just like me. They are somewhere in their journey to become complete. Many have problems. You see, I am for the most part an exception to the rule. I can walk down the street and people would see what they think they see, a fairly attractive young lady. Only two or three, maybe four, out of ten, are as lucky as I am. One friend, God bless her soul, is about as feminine as Mike Ditka in a dress, but she is such a sweet person. Don’t you dare tease her; I will come back and haunt you. These people find it hard to get jobs that they are qualified for. Some don’t have enough money for food or rent, much less for the medications they need to feel right. Some of them are just barely surviving.
I would like to hire you. I want you to take care of my friends. I have included a list of friends in a letter, which Brian will give you. I want you, or him, to give them some money. I didn’t include them in the will for several reasons. First, it would make the will more open for attack, I believe, from my ex family. Secondly, they might take the money and spend it all, just trying to get right and forget about food or rent. SRS and hormones can drain a bank account. Brian knows what I mean. Many of them don’t want charity and some will take a lot of convincing to accept some money. All of this will take about a third of my remaining money. I would like you to be a life line to many of the girls online. I know they all can’t be saved, I don’t have enough money for that. This will take some wisdom on your part. Not everyone online are what they seem to be. You will be fooled, but use your heart. Also, The-Boss-Lady and a few of my friends will help, if you tell them what you are doing.
So, if Shirley412 needs money for rent, or if LuckyLucy knows that SuzyQ2 doesn’t have money for food, then contact Brian and give him as much information as possible. He will try to find a way to help. He just can’t spend the hours online, and then do the research and such, to help them full time. It will take someone who cares and can get to know the people, and gain their trust, to help them.
If you will keep up with the time you spend online and give Brian a list, then he will pay you thirty dollars an hour for your work. He will make seventy five dollars an hour himself. I tried to insist that he take more, he tried to take less, but I insist. Getting back to you, if you could only spend an hour or two a week, you could mean so much to my friends. I know it is a lot to ask of you and I hope that what I offer is enough for you to do what I ask. If not, let Brian know and he can hire someone to help them, but I would rather you do it. I can’t explain it, but I just feel it in my soul, that you are a good person. Anyway, just think on it and let Brian know after the will has been probated. If you hear about a need before then, let him know too, he will help.
Thank you.
Sandra blew the camera a kiss and winked.
Ricky and Angela were in shock.
“That was the Sandra I know and love. I am going to miss her wit and humor. She was quite a lady.
I don’t have the time to do everything she wants done, I am a busy lawyer, but I can spare a few hours a month to her cause. I do have some damn good researchers though. I can hand off things to them.
Sandra just had this damn crazy idea, in which this will thing would work out the way she dreamed it would. I complained it wouldn’t, but she insisted. If you decide to take up her cause, just tell me whenever you can.
She was wrong about the estate; half will be about one point eight million, not one million.”
“I will do it, Mr. Prescott,” Ricky said, surprising him and Angela. “I have already started chatting with her friends. They seem like they are a really nice bunch of people. I will help them if I can.”
(to be continued)
Ricky finishes school and prepares to spend the summer working as Michelle. He also talks with Sandra’s mother and sisters for the first time, feeling the friction that existed between them.
The Diary - chapter 6
By
Paula Dillon
Friday was a busy day in all of their classes. Finals were to start on Tuesday and the teachers were working their hardest to prepare all of their students for their tests. Ricky and Jennifer were glad when the last bell rang. They practically ran from the schools front door to Ricky’s truck. Together they headed to Ricky’s home. Jennifer had gotten permission to go shopping with Ricky and his Mom.
Ms Groveston had called the day before and had told Ricky how Michelle should dress for the shopping trip. She wanted Michelle to dress as business like as he could. Linda suggested that she wear one of the business suits he had, except she wanted him to wear the larger breastforms. She explained that larger breasts would make him look older, more mature, and that would help in how he would be accepted by her clients.
Ricky then called Jennifer after getting off the phone with Linda and talked about what they would each wear. He had only worn three of the five ‘Business Suits’ that had belonged to Sandra. They talked for about half an hour, before his Mom put the kibosh on their conversation, so he could go to bed.
Once they got to his home, from school on Friday they hurried up to his room.
“I want to take a quick shower before we dress, you can shower in Mom’s bathroom or wait for me to finish,” Ricky said, as they both began to undress in his room.
Ricky grabbed a gaff, one of Sandra’s nice bra and panty sets, and a pair of his large breastforms, before he headed into his bathroom. He turned on the shower and let it get up to temperature before stepping in. He wasn’t in the shower long, when Jennifer opened the door and stepped in with him. She had taken the time to put her hair up before she had joined him.
Ricky’s mouth hung open, as he looked at Jennifer. He had seen her in her bra and panties before, but this was the first time he had seen her completely naked. She looked incredibly beautiful to him. Jennifer reached her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies close together and kissed. Ricky’s body started to react. The kiss seamed to last forever, but only lasted a little over ten seconds. Ricky began to react physically, but Jennifer took his problem in hand.
Their shower lasted only a few minutes longer, than Ricky’s would have, if he would have been alone. They had precious little time to change; before they would be having company. Ricky hurriedly dried off and got his gaff on, before Jennifer caused his body to react to her again.
Ricky then cleaned and dried the larger breastforms, before attaching a double sided adhesive pad to the backside of them. Jennifer, standing there in only her panties, helped him to accurately place the breastforms. She placed them a little closer together, rather than centered over his nipples.
“Why did you put them so close together, Jennifer?”
“Your chest is broader than mine, If I centered the forms over your nipples your breasts would be too far apart. Girls with boobs that big, have a lot of cleavage. You should see Mandy’s chest, her boobs are not quite as big, but they are close together. I should know, I have seen her in the shower. She has the biggest tits in our school. If I centered them over your nipples, your cleavage wouldn’t look right.”
“Nobody is going to see my cleavage.”
“I will, and besides, they will look correct when you dress. Put your bra on and start on your makeup. Be sure you use more than a casual makeup, but not as much as you would for an elegant evening.”
Ricky thought he knew what to do, but he wasn’t entirely sure, but a few comments from Jennifer, helped him create a nice look.
“Why did you join me in the shower?” Ricky asked, as he blended the foundation on his face.
“I just wanted to see if you were still attracted to girls and that I could do “IT” for you. I was afraid I was losing you to your femininity. I also wanted to thank you for the earrings and besides, it was fun to see your expression.”
“It could have gone farther than either of us wanted.”
“No you wouldn’t, we didn’t have the time and you would never have forced yourself on me.”
Jennifer did her makeup, while Ricky loosened up the laces on the corset he selected. He needed it to get into Sandra’s skirts. He wrapped it around his waist and hooked up the busk. Jennifer had finished her face and helped tighten the laces on the corset. Together they brought his waist down to twenty-five inches, to where the halves were only about half an inch apart. Ricky surprised Jennifer, when he pulled out a second corset and began trapping her in it. Her corset didn’t get as tight on her body as his, but he did manage to take an inch and a half off her waist.
They then helped each other with their stockings, attaching them to the straps that hung off the corsets. Ricky remembered to snake the garter strap through Jennifer’s panties, before attaching it to the stocking. Jennifer just giggled, as he tickled her.
Ricky chose the long curly auburn wig. Jennifer shook it out a little and combed it with her fingers, before placing it on his head. She fiddled with its placement, till she was satisfied.
“I have some jewelry for us,” Ricky said, as he opened the drawer where he hid the stash of his jewelry and selected several bangles, earrings, and pearl necklaces for both of them.
“I am just loaning these to you right now. You can have them later if we get married.”
“You mean when, don’t you?” Jennifer teased, nibbling on his ear.
“Okay, when, but it will seem like a long time to us.”
“I know we should graduate high school and college first,” Jennifer said.
They hurriedly fixed their faces after dressing and filled their purses. Jennifer took pictures of Michelle’s suits, that they weren’t wearing, with her cell phone, so they could find matching skirts. They just made it into the living room, when Angela and Linda came in the kitchen door.
Linda smiled when she saw Michelle and Jennifer, “Hello kids, you both look so good,” she said, hugging the two kids.
“I agree with you Linda,” Angela said, “They are both so beautiful.”
“Well, I see you kids are ready, so let’s go,” Linda said. “We’ve got lots to do.”
On the way to the mall, they discussed what they needed. Jennifer convinced Linda, that they really didn’t need any more suits, just skirts, that were long enough and the right color to match the jackets Michelle already had.
At the mall, they headed to the high end ladies stores. Together they hit the racks. There were several racks of just suit skirts. It took a while, but they found eight skirts and four blouses that went well with the jackets Michelle had. Of course, Michelle had to try them all on. Jennifer and Angela helped Michelle change. She was also handed two more suits to try on. All of the skirts were within an inch above, or below the knee. Linda purchased six skirts, four blouses and a suit in black, because that was the one color Michelle didn’t have. They also picked up the accessories, to make the suits look like business suits.
They then went to the shoe store. Where Linda insisted they get some three-inch heels to replace the four-inch + heels Michelle had inherited from Susan. The shoes they bought weren’t Prada, Versace, Jimmy Choo or Vera Lang but they did match up with the suits.
“How are you for lingerie?” Linda asked.
“I have at least eight bra and panty sets and a few odds and ends. I have four corsets that I can change between, I have four or five camisoles, but I will need some more stockings or pantyhose, if I am to wear them everyday.”
“There are some women in the business sector, who don’t wear stockings or hose. I am not one of them, I think if you are going to look sharp, that includes the legs too. So, we will get you a couple dozen sets of stockings. Stockings will be cooler for you, when it starts to get hotter outside.”
At the lingerie store, Linda selected another couple bra and panty sets for Michelle, some camisoles, another two corsets, which fit Michelle better, and a couple of dozen stockings, in a variety of shades.
Lastly, they stopped at a wig shop, where Linda selected two wigs that they could put up in a French twist, or a bun for work.
“I can show you how to put them up in a French twist and bun, Michelle. Having your hair and makeup look good, is just as important as having the right clothes. Business frowns on big hairdos, or hair that isn’t kept neat and clean.”
After they left the wig shop, Linda took the group out to eat. She picked a nice restaurant and led them inside. She did a lot of business at this restaurant and the hostess led them to a table that Linda favored.
After ordering drinks and their dinners, Michelle said, “Tell me Linda, why are you doing all of this and why do you want me to work for you?”
“I have several reasons. First, since I first saw you dressed as Michelle, you seemed so comfortable being Michelle. I wanted to give you an opportunity to see what it was like to be a woman, in a safe environment. I have known several transgendered people and they can’t pass as easily as you can. They suffer from prejudice and ridicule, from people who hate what they represent.
Secondly, I hired you because I really need someone who has the knowledge base that you have. I feel like I can teach you a lot of things that will become valuable to you. I want to see how you see things also. People in Interior Decorating are always looking for new fresh ideas. They are always trying to reinvent the apple so to speak. People’s tastes are varied and eclectic. We are often called in to meld one person’s vision of what they like, with careful consideration to what the people they interact with, will find acceptable.
What I mean by that is, you may love Salvador Dali and may want your office to scream Dali, but your clientele may believe that a Dali inspired workspace is disturbing and repugnant. We have to work with the client to help them create a workspace that they can work in and that their clients can feel comfortable in. A psychiatrist might like Dali, but I would never create a Dali like workspace for him, to treat disturbed patients in.
Thirdly, I really need the help this summer. I have many new customers, younger customers at that. Most of them are female customers, who come to me because they don’t feel threatened coming to another woman to help them.
Fourthly, I like you. You seem like you are a hard worker and that you are self motivated and confidant.”
“I have some other reasons, but I think that that will answer your question. If at any time you feel threatened, abused, or that you aren’t being used to the best of your ability, talk to me. Let’s try to work it out between us, or if you feel it is necessary, we can terminate our association without any consequences for you, or your Mom.”
“I can live with that, I guess,” Michelle said.
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At home, Ricky put all her new things away, before logging into the chat room to talk with the people there. He liked talking to them and was well received. He had sent thebosslady the email that Khamchanaka had sent Michelle, thanking her for that encouraging email. Ricky found out that Kham had responded to everyone who had included an email address. He had thought about talking with thebosslady about what the lawyer had told him, but decided to wait till he was more certain about things.
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The next Wednesday, three things happened. First, the students finished all of their tests that day, although all of the students were required to attend school for half a day, on Thursday. Ricky and Jennifer had both done well in taking their tests. Secondly, the students who had purchased annuals, received their yearbooks just before lunch. Thursday was to be their signing day. Lastly, Ricky heard back from Brian Prescott. He told them that he had gotten Sandra Metcalf’s death certificate and had filed for Probate. He would need both Ricky and Angela, to come in, to sign some papers.
Thursday was a blast. The students brought their yearbooks to school and had fun signing them. Each class only lasted half an hour, as the students said goodbye for the summer, signing each others yearbooks.
The stampede after the final bell, was more frightening than any of the previous days, as the students only had one thing on their minds, ‘Summer Vacation.’
Jennifer had Ricky drive them straight to his home. She hustled him straight to his room, where they got undressed and showered. Jennifer then started getting Ricky into girl mode. She had him attach the smaller breast forms, bra, garter belts and stockings, where she stopped him. Jennifer also got dressed similarly. They both did their makeup and Jennifer selected a wig for Michelle.
Michelle hadn’t stopped to question Jennifer, till Jennifer pushed Michelle back on the bed.
“What are we doing, Jenn?”
“What do you think we are going to do?”
“But why?” Ricky asked.
“I made up my mind after we showered together Friday. I am afraid I am losing Ricky, but gaining Michelle. I wanted to rock Ricky’s and Michelle’s world. I will take either for life. I hope Ricky never goes all the way with Michelle, but I couldn’t take the chance to never have known what it would be like,” Jennifer said, smiling as she pulled out row of connected condom wrappers from her purse. “I won’t force you to do this, but I hope you will.”
“You didn’t have to do this,” Ricky said, taking the condoms from Jennifer. “I don’t think you will ever lose Ricky or Michelle, but you never really know, do you Jenn?”
“No you don’t, Michelle,” Jennifer said, as she took a condom from Ricky.
Jennifer had read about an interesting way of applying a condom. It got two jobs done, protection and stimulation.
Over the next three hours, the kids used four of the six condoms and Jennifer even brought in some of the toys, which had belonged to Sandra. They then used a fifth condom, as they showered together.
After they showered and dressed, Michelle saw that she had to change sheets.
“Geez, where did that blood come from?”
Jennifer giggled and said, “From me you idgit, you were my first.”
“Huh?”
“You broke my hymen, the first time we made love.”
“Hymen?”
“Geez, you need a biology lesson or sumpin. You popped my cherry. Girls have this membrane just inside their vaginas called a hymen. They hymen is torn the first time they have sex, although a girl can break hers in other ways, due to sports, accidents and such.”
“I ah… didn’t hurt you… ah did I.”
“It hurt a little, but it quickly passed. Over all, you were great. Was I your first too?”
“Yes, you were.”
“How was I?”
“Like wow! How do I put this? I admit that I have ah… jacked off. I suppose most guys do, but this was like WOW! I ah… just can’t compare it. You were wonderful, fantastic, stupendous, I just can’t put it in words.”
Jennifer smiled and giggled, “I think you put it into words just fine.”
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Angela stopped, as she walked past Ricky’s room. It was something she smelled, stale sex. It wasn’t just her son’s masturbation this time. She knew that this would happen sooner or later. The two kids had been inseparable for a while and had been getting a lot closer recently. Angela suspected that it had to do with all this gender bending. Maybe Jennifer was the type of girl who liked girls and found the best of both worlds in Ricky.
Whatever, Angela really loved Jennifer and she knew her Ricky did too. She hoped that the kids weren’t taking things too fast.
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Friday, Ricky and Angela went to Mr. Prescott’s office. They were led to the same cozy room where they had met Mr. Prescott before. Pamela and Cindy were there as before and Cindy fetched them some coffee.
“Hello Mrs. Crawford and Ricky,” Mr. Prescott said as he entered the room. “How are you two doing?”
“We are doing very well, and you,” Angela said.
“I am doing very well too. The reason I asked that you come in today is that I have confirmed everything that Ricky has told me and I am prepared to file probate. I have made arrangements to have Sandra Metcalf returned from Thailand and I will make final arrangements. That will take about four weeks. I will let you know if you wish to have some type of memorial service, although you wouldn’t be required to have one.”
“I think I would like to have one for her. I didn’t know her when she was alive, but after everything I have read and found out about her, wish I would have. She has blessed me so much, I feel it would be right and I would hate to have her passing go by unnoticed.”
“Excellent, then I shall let you know. Also, I have a bit of a formality. I need to notify Mrs. Barbra Trent and her two daughters, Wanda Draper and Amanda Trent of Sandy’s death.”
“I would like to do that.”
“Are you sure, it may not be pretty.”
“Yes, I am sure.”
Brian Prescott touched a device on the coffee table and asked Barbra to place the first of three calls.
“We will do this over the speaker phone.”
Everyone heard a phone ring once, twice and after the third ring a female voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Barbra Trent?”
“Yes it is.”
“Hello, I am Ricky Crawford, how are you today?”
“Fine, do I know you?”
“No, I am at the law office of Brian Prescott and we are calling today in reference to Sandra Metcalf.”
“Who?” Barbra said, with a touch of annoyance in her voice.
“You would know her by William Trent,” Mr. Prescott said.
“I told William the last time he called to never call me back again till he got over that foolishness. If you call me back, I will turn the matter over to my attorney. Now GOODBYE!!!” followed by a SLAM of the phone.
The call to Wanda went a little better, but the same result. Amanda did hang on long enough to find out that Sandra Metcalf had died, but her response was, “Good, it fits that pervert.”
“Sorry Ricky, I will send them a registered letter informing them of Sandra’s death. I will tell them only what is required by law. You could face a challenge of the will, but it won’t prevail, I wrote this will and I am very good.”
“Why do they hate her so?”
“I can’t say Ricky. What excuse is there for bigotry?”
“The sisters helped create Sandra and then they turned against her.”
“It was the mother’s fault, I think,” Mr. Prescott said, “She taught her bigotry to her innocent daughters. I don’t believe the sisters created Sandra, but they just had a hand in molding her.”
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Saturday, Linda came over and took Michelle and Jennifer to a salon. The salon knew of the special circumstances and worked with several customers that were like Michelle. They were careful to conceal her secret, although that wasn’t hard, as she passed better than most, if not all, of their special customers.
Michelle and Jennifer got the works; Michelle was given a cute pixie cut, and they taught her how to work with her wigs, so she could create the looks she wanted with them. They created a sexy arch with their eyebrows, gave them both exfoliating facials and attached acrylic nails to their fingernails, filing them back to three quarters of an inch. They waxed their legs, did pedicures, massages, had them spend some time in a Jacuzzi and gave them both a professional makeover.
Angela was surprised to see how beautiful both kids were. Michelle was positively radiant and Jennifer looked so sexy. Both kids could pass for twenty one looking as they did. She wondered if she would ever get her son back, Michelle just looked too comfortable, but she loved her daughter just as much.
The four of them went out to diner and a movie. Sunday afternoon, Michelle would move in with Linda for the summer. Angela would be alone for three months. At least she knew she would still get to see Michelle from time to time.
(to be continued)