My thanks to Elrod for creating this universe and for Miss E Dauber for creating the guidelines, I will try and do the Beach Justice, with the A E touch......

To the Moon,

Victor stood stooped over the eyepiece of the refracting telescope he had bought with the last of his money before being made redundant. At 40 he sighed as he stared at the moon, he wished to step foot on that alien surface. Tearing his gaze away he looked at the young student that stood next to him and smiled. The teenager was dressed in a preppy style and had a set of thick rimmed glasses perched on her nose and was holding out a small stack of 20’s.

“Sir I can’t thank you enough for the chance to buy the telescope from you” Jacqueline smiled.

“Honey it’s a case of needing the cash,” Victor replied “dreams don’t fill a stomach.”

He pulled away and accepted the bills and watched as the teenage girl packed up the telescope and tripod in its bag. He smiled as he saw the care she took most youngsters were more interested in a disposable lifestyle. Victor had struck up a friendship with Jacqueline’s family after they had moved in next door four months ago. It was just her and her mother and Victor had found both of them friendly and caring, he also was in awe of the teenage girl’s attitude and how driven she was towards her dream. All she would talk about was the space program and exploration wanting to be the first woman who would walk on the moon. To some that attitude would have been the mark of a tomboy but the girl was able to match science with being a girly girl.

Jacqueline looked at Mr Travis and could see the sorrow on his face in parting with the telescope. She could see there was something else wrong and she wondered what was really behind the decision. Victor watched the girl take the bags back to her yard and turned away his shoulders slumping and with a heavy step he returned to his house and the task of packing. He hadn’t told his neighbours that the bank had foreclosed on his mortgage and he was being evicted. He considered his actions and he did not relish the thought of living in a shelter and other options just didn’t exist.

Victor looked at the boxes that contained most of his life and he sighed as he also looked at some of the photographs that were all that remained of his failed marriage. His ex wife was right he was nothing but a loser and there was nothing that would change that reality as far as he was concerned. Even his drinking buddies and a few contacts with a few people on the internet had dried up since he could not afford the cable bills or nights at the bar. His life was now officially on the skids, he slumped to the floor at the sight of his life in boxes it overwhelmed him. The depression came crashing around his ears and without a second glance he stood up and left the house in his mind never to return.

Jacqueline watched as Mr Travis left his house and she was worried, she recognised the slump in his shoulders and she ran to get her mother. The two females watched as he walked down the road towards the centre of the city. Roberta Summers watched as Mr Travis walked out of their eye line and she looked at her daughter, she had a feeling and it was a bad one and her daughter seemed to share it. They both shuddered and Roberta wondered who she could call if her suspicions were correct.

“Mom I don’t think Mr Travis is coming back” Jacqueline looked at the road.

“I just pray we are wrong nugget but I think it is the last time we will see him” Roberta hugged her daughter close to her.

Victor trudged into the city and towards the coastal area and the tourist strip. As he walked down the strip he looked up and saw a sign for bikini beach. He walked past the parking lot of the water park and the sounds of some of the patrons coming out came to his ears. Two teenage girls were talking about their upcoming dates and one woman was trying to hurry along a toddler girl who just wanted to go back and play. He looked at this scene and his depression increased, that was until he heard a scream and he looked up and saw that the toddler had slipped her mother’s hand and dashed onto the main street around fifty yards in front of him straight into the path of a speeding car.

Victor started to sprint and reached the child before the car did and with a grunt picked the girl up and used his body to shield the smaller body. He felt something snap in his lower body and his spine impact the car’s hood. He held himself in check until he could feel the small child start to struggle and cry. The child’s mother rushed over and sobbing took her child from his arms and he slid like a rag doll to the tarmac. The mother then realised that the man who had saved her daughter was injured although he was not making a sound and her scream was even louder.

Jana was just coming into the parking lot her Volkswagen following the speeding driver, she slammed on her brakes and jumped out pulling out her cell phone and immediately dialled 911. Just as she was doing this Elizabeth Nelson was coming out of the park and heading towards her condo. She was glad of her first aid training as she knelt on the floor and looked at the man who it seems had sacrificed his life to save another. She checked for a pulse and found a weak one in the neck, and she looked at the rest of the damage to the body.

As Elizabeth worked she could feel the pulse getting weaker and she looked up at Jana with tears in her eyes. Jana nodded to her friend and was relaying information to the police dispatcher and getting updates on the arrival of the ambulance. The mother was shielding her child but refusing the help of the teenage girls as they were trying to move her and her child away. Elizabeth stopped trying to stem the bleeding from victor’s broken leg when he moaned as she touched the open wound where the bone was pointing through the flesh. The wails of the sirens could be heard and the two friends and the rest of the onlookers sighed in relief as the ambulance appeared.

The paramedics as soon as they arrived started working on victor and stabilised him and dressed his wounds before immobilising him. The medics loaded the stretcher containing their patient and sped off towards city hospital. The two friends watched as it sped away and Elizabeth checked over the toddler and found that the child was just winded and she sighed. She walked to her condo and nodded as she passed Anya in the lobby. Anya could see the distress on her friends face and she scanned Elizabeth and saw the blood marking her Bikini Beach uniform and hands and she turned back to the elevators to go to her friends’ aid.

In the back of the ambulance Victor had stopped feeling the pain in his leg and also lost sensation from the lower half of his body. He was also finding breathing difficult as there seemed to be damage to his chest also; the paramedic noticed this and started watching closely. The ambulance reached city hospital and the trauma team took over, they worked and got Victor stable enough to be admitted to the Intensive Care Unit. Through the night the senior nurse kept an eye on his monitors and she breathed a sigh of relief as he made it through the critical time. She had handed over his identification to the police officers that had attended to the accident report and told them she would call when he was able to answer questions.

The morning Jacqueline saw a police cruiser outside Mr Travis’s house and she and her mother went to talk to the officer stood by door. They were shocked but nodded when they were told how he had been injured. They told the officer a white lie that they were close friends and would get the things Victor needed at the hospital. The officer nodded and after making sure that the two would lock the house after them left to continue his days work and back on patrol. The two of them walked into the house and were shocked to see the house was packed, Roberta scanned the room and saw a letter on the dining table and she could not help but read it. Tears reached her eyes and she looked at her daughter, Jacqueline looked at the letter and her mother and they both looked closely at the boxes around them.

They walked through into the bathroom and bedroom and started sorting through the clothes there and they saw the swimming trophies. The other thing that took them back was the uniform in its dry cleaning bag. They saw the medal ribbons and Jacqueline wondered what they were, the one thing that stood out was the uniform as in air force blue and had pilot’s wings on the lapels. The two of them decided that they would keep hold of the dress blues and then continued to pack the essentials for Victor. Working their way through they were a little surprised to find two dresses in his closet and some new nightgowns.

Wondering if they were doing the right thing they packed one of the nightgowns into the wash bag and locked up the house. They drove slowly to the city hospital and after checking in with the front desk went to the Intensive care unit and Roberta and Jacqueline looked through the observation glass. Victor was laid out in the hospital cot connected to tubes and machines and already looked as though he had passed into the next world. His frame looked frail and broken surrounded by the arcane machines and tubes of modern medicine. Roberta looked at her daughter and considered the wisdom in bringing her into the hospital she knew that Jacqueline had become close to Victor. As they stood there one of the nurses approached them and waited for Roberta to turn to face her.

“Excuse me are you family?” The nurse asked.

“We are his next door neighbours, as to family I think he has none” Roberta replied sadly.

The nurse nodded sadly and then brightened slightly as if an idea had just struck her. She looked at the two of them and bit her lip almost as if she was embarrassed to ask. Taking a few minutes to look at some paperwork in Victors notes and then at Roberta her smile waivered slightly.

“Mrs Granger, well I shouldn’t really ask this, but Mr Travis is recovering well and when he is released he will need some care and well” The nurse paused.

“His medical insurance doesn’t cover convalescent care?” Roberta replied, “And you are trying to find the way to ask us if we could take the burden?”

If the nurse could show any more crimson than she already was she would of set off the heat sensors in the fire alarm system. Roberta laughed seeing the reaction and smiled to put the nurse’s mind at rest. She looked closely at the man that was her next door neighbour and realised to her he seemed so defenceless and needed someone to care for him. Then she thought on the eviction notice she had seen and it further hardened her resolve. She looked at her daughter and knew that she was also close to Victor and would relish the thought of him living with them.
They had a spare room and Roberta decided it was now or never and she turned away from the window. She took the paperwork that the nurse was holding and looking over it before she could complain smiled when it referred to Victor and she nodded. Jacqueline saw this and wondered what her mother was up to and what she had decided. She then followed her mother’s gaze through the glass to the bed nearest them and she saw Mr Travis laying there and she worked out what her mother had decided and she smiled too.

After a few more minutes after making sure that the nurse would keep Roberta informed on Victors progress and would deliver the essentials to him they left. They travelled back in silence both deep in their own thoughts. Jacqueline was thinking that Mr Travis would be like a replacement for her father and Roberta was thinking it would just be nice to have adult company. When they reached home they were surprised to see a pickup with the bikini beach park logo outside Mr Travis’s house. A red headed young woman was stood on the front lawn and was staring at the property. There was a mature well dressed business woman with her.

The old woman was in conversation with Jenny about the man who had saved the toddler by his actions and both were trying to find a way to help him. Jenny noticed the SUV pull up next door and she stopped her conversation to watch the two women who got out of it obviously a mother and her teenage daughter. The old woman also looked at them and she smiled, with her gift she could sense the caring and love in the mother’s aura and the almost brilliant white of the daughters showing that she had a bright future ahead of her.

Roberta and Jacqueline walked over to the two women outside of Victor’s house and stopped. They both seemed to size up the two women and Roberta thought that they were there possibly to purchase the house from the bank. The old woman turned to look directly at Roberta and she smiled a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry Roberta, I am not here to buy the house although it is a nice property and the area looks a good one” The old woman said gently.

“Then why are you here?, and how do you...” Roberta was cut off by a gentle wave of a hand.

“How do I know your name?, that’s obvious the mailbox had Roberta and Jacqueline Granger painted on the mail box”
This did not really answer the question but the old woman seemed to be able to give out an aura that they could trust her. Jacqueline looked at her mother and the old woman and bit her lip. She was more cautious about people but there was something that seemed to say she should trust this stranger. The red headed woman stood there quietly while this interchange was going on her smile seemed genuine also. The old woman and the red head did not really explain any further just went back to their vehicle and drove off.

This left the two members of the Granger family confused but they shook it off and went indoors to start preparing for when Victor was well enough to be discharged. They cast an eye over the spare room they had and thought on what they had found in Victor’s closet and how they thought they could make the room more welcoming for their future guest. The two of them wondered how badly Victor would be and the decided that maybe that some sort of hospital cot would be needed. Roberta sighed as it brought back memories of her deceased husband and his final years after a long battle with cancer. Jacqueline was fortunately too young to remember that time and the speed the cancer spread through Harry’s body and the shadow of the man he used to be.

Harry Granger had in fact been Colonel Granger and involved in the space program. Roberta wondered if this was where her daughter got her love of astronomy from. It was too painful for Roberta to keep memories of the man. The sight of Victor’s uniform brought back a lot of memories and the NASA liaison patch on the shoulder took her back to her memories of Kennedy and the press parties. She wondered if Victor had known her husband but judging by the cut of the uniform and the style he probably served a couple of years after her husband died.

Back at the Old woman’s office she was sitting in the darkness and looked up as Anya walked in. She sat across from her grandmother and waited for the old woman to talk. The old woman sat looking at her granddaughter; the two of them did not really need words. They both were thinking of the selfless act the stranger had made to save the life of a child, they were both worried that the man Victor would not survive. They were both adamant that it would not come to that, they both considered the powers that they had at their disposal.

Just as the two of them sat there in silence there came the ringing of the buzzer on the outer office door and after the old woman had let them in Chester Middleton MD stood in the office also. He made a rather dashing figure in his business suit although the cut was altered by his white doctor’s coat as he had come straight from the hospital. He settled into the second chair that had appeared at Anya’s gesture and sighed wearily.

“Well ladies your white night is going to pull through thankfully” Chester started.
“Thank you for telling us Chester, we were worried no one should lose a life for saving another” the old woman replied.
Anya also smiled at this news as it had affected Elizabeth deeply and her friend had been slightly depressed that she worked for no chance of the man surviving the impact. Chester could feel the relief from the two women who were her friends as well as employers and smiled. He knew that lost souls were a little of their business and sometimes righting wrongs. The fact that they were in a way involved in healing brought them and the park closer to Chester’s heart as medicine was his main passion. The old woman looked at him pensively and with a slight smile but whatever she was going to say was cut short by his pager going off.

Back across the city Roberta and Jacqueline were sat sharing an iced tea whilst considering what victor living with them would mean. So far neither of them could find any downsides to the situation and they both realised that he would need a lot of care at first. This did not dissuade Roberta as she still had memories of caring for her husband and realised that it was an important part of her to be caring for someone else. Jacqueline was also in a way looking forward to having someone to care for as she and her mother were very much alike and she knew if she did make the space program it would be in doing something in medicine.

Back at the hospital victor was coming to his senses but something felt off. He took stock and realised that he could not feel his lower body. He knew enough from his days in the air force and dealing with other pilots and also the space program that it was not a good sign. If his fears were correct then he would end up in some assisted living condo on government hand outs. He thought on this and although it would mean a roof over his head he felt he was not quite ready for the junk pile yet. He turned his head as much as the tubes etc would allow and saw a candy striper setting some flowers in a vase and he managed to croak enough to get her attention.

The candy striper gave a little squeal when she thought that the man in the bed was moaning in pain, she then noticed his eyes were open so she dashed out to get one of the medical staff. Darned kids, Victor thought to himself and a dry strangled chuckle escaped around the tube in his mouth. Dr Chester entered at that point and his gentle face was split by a grin, he did the usual observations all the time smiling at what he sensed was going on. Although intensive care wasn’t his usual duty station he felt he had an unspoken claim on this patient because of the location of his accident.

Victor’s eyes studied the doctor that seemed to be inappropriately happy that Victor was still with the land of the living. There were the lines of a caring medical professional around his face and also the mark of someone who was quick to laugh around his eyes and mouth. It allowed Victor to relax at the intrusions into his body by the machines that surrounded him. He moved his eyes around as the doctor was working, watching closely at what was done and frowned carefully as the doctor did something at his legs that he could not feel.

Chester saw the change in the patient’s expression and wondered what was going on in the head on the pillow. The worried expression was concerning to Chester as there was something he was doing that the patient knew about but was possibly unable to communicate. These reactions always concerned Chester as he always felt it was best to get reactions straight from a patient instead of all the machines that surrounded the medical arcane practices.

Victor tried to talk around the breathing tube in his throat but all that came out was a set of gargles and groans. The machine took stock of the fact that he was starting to breathe for himself and let out an electronic complaint. Chester watched the readouts for a short while and then got a small amount of anaesthesia and squirted it down Victor’s throat. As the drug took effect Chester gently removed the tube and Victor smiled and to Chester it was like the sun rising.
“Welcome to the land of living my friend” Chester quipped.
“th....thanks Doc” victor grinned as his voice came out as a low croak.

Chester wiped Victor’s parched lips with a damp tissue and his patient smiled at the gentle ministrations. He was rather surprised that a doctor would be carrying out these duties instead of a nurse. Chester seemed to read his thoughts and smiled a deeper smile as he continued in the job he was doing. Chester was fast but gentle as he worked on all the readings and tubes and he was soon finished with his work and leaned back against the wall and brushed off some invisible lint from his lab coat. Victor watched the doctor closely and found himself smiling at the behaviour of this slim middle aged man with gentle hands. As Chester returned to the bed and lifted some of his patient’s hair from his forehead, Victor gently reached a hand up and gently touched the finger moving the hair.

“Doc I don’t want you to lie but me back is bust isn’t it?” Victor said quietly.

“Well Victor I am not one to lie but you’re going to need go faster stripes on a wheelchair.” Chester replied with a grin.
Chester saw his patients face cloud over at his comments and he thought that he had overstepped the mark. Victor saw the look of worry on the doctors face and he knew that his expression were the cause of it. He smiled and nodded to relieve the medic and looked at his life and he thought on what he would need to arrange. Thinking over that the medications took over again and Victor gave way to sleep again. Chester saw Victor relax into sleep again and left the room to update the notes. He was cursing himself over his over easy manner until he left after completing his notes.

Back across the city, Roberta was battling with an old friend who ran a medical supply warehouse to try and get a suitable bed for Victor to use. She was close to pulling her hair out over the way her old school friend was behaving it was as if she was trying to make the salesperson of the year award. She worked her best to get a deal and sighed when the hospital bed came to $2000 and she arranged for the funds to be transferred. That was done and delivery was set up for two days time and Roberta talked with her daughter and they arranged the work for tomorrow in clearing the dining room into a bedroom.

The morning was a return to a normal routine and Jacqueline had to return to school and Roberta arranged for time off work to prepare the house. She buried herself into the work that needed doing and in no time had the dining room ready for the hospital cot that was being delivered in the following morning. She felt happy with the work but was disturbed by a knock on the door and she went to answer it with a heavy sigh.

Anya stood there looking rather sheepish and there was a pair of delivery men with a hospital cot boxed up. She looked on with a face that could only be described as having a slapped expression. Anya gently pushed the older woman to the side and motioned the two workmen to take the bed in and start setting it up. As Roberta realised what was going on she squeaked that the bed was to go into the dining room where a space had already been set up. The workmen nodded and Anya smiled and drew Roberta away from the door slightly. For some reason Roberta felt she could trust this stranger as she smiled and she felt a lot of warmth form her visitor.

“Please excuse my assumption I am Anya you met my grandmother the other day.” Anya started.

“Where are my manners I am Roberta and why did you deliver the bed? My friend said the funds would not clear for two days” Roberta replied her face still showing shock.

“Oh you may need to call your friend and cancel the order; I am not from the company. My grandmother and I saw your next door neighbour save that girl’s life and her mother and her were member at our water park. So we decided after checking with his doctor and hearing you were going to be taking care of him to come and provide the equipment he will need.”

Roberta was taken aback by this gesture and her jaw dropped, she was trying to understand why someone would do this for a stranger. She then realised what the woman had said and her face went white and the world started to spin slightly. Anya saw Roberta’s face turn ashen and she led the poor woman inside. She considered using her powers to ease the woman’s issues but then realised it would be a partial abuse of what she considered her morals. Anya eased Roberta to a seat and went to check on what the workmen were doing and she let them finish setting up the hospital cot and some other equipment and went back into the lounge.

Roberta looked as this young woman took charge and she felt she could not really put up a fight as Anya handed her the cell phone to call her friend and arrange the cancellation of the order she had placed. Roberta followed the implied suggestion and called her friend and cancelled and got the notification of when the money would be back in her account. Sighing now she did not have that expense she went to stand up and make a cup of tea for herself and her visitor. Taking solace in that regular part of her life Roberta relaxed and having got Anya sat at her table waited to form the questions she wanted to ask.

Anya watched the curiosity from Roberta and just smiled, the time was not right to allow some of the possible questions to be asked but that will come in time. She knew the time was not right as her heritage granted her some powers usually attributed to bad fiction. Anya realised that what the future held for this family would create frictions and needs in them. There was an importance in what was happening and Anya and grandmother had no real full knowledge of what was happening. The silence of the kitchen allowed her to prepare for any questions; she was surprised when there were no questions coming forth. As they both sat in silence over the cup of tea that Roberta had poured out a silent bond of friendship seemed to form between the two women.

Life settled into a routine for the next few weeks and Anya became a regular visitor to the house and Roberta looked forward to her company during the day. The two women became close in what they were planning for when Victor was allowed out of the hospital. Jacqueline also had become close to Anya and joined in with all the preparations and had even set up the telescope she had bought from Victor in the dining room window as it faced away from the city. The Granger’s did not allow Anya to know the fact they considered Victor’s secret, but on one evening when Anya was not around they placed some nightdresses and other feminine clothes in the stand up wardrobe they placed in the room.

Three weeks passed and Victor was becoming well enough to be discharged and he was starting to suffer from cabin fever. He had regular visits from the doctor and the Granger’s and Anya and grandmother. The candy stripers were formal towards him calling him Mr Travis and the doctor insisted Victor called him Chester. The strangest visitors were two women one called Anya and an older woman who insisted that he call her grandmother. Suddenly there was a commotion in the hallway outside his room and Victor saw a woman trying to push her way past two nurses.

End of part 1

Bikini Beach to the moon part 2

Author:

Allie Elle

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Transformations

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To The moon part 2.....

He looked watching the commotion and sighed it was his ex wife and she had that fire in her eyes. Two security officers tried to intercept her but were pushed aside roughly as she made like the following edge of a sonic boom. Following in her wake was a suit with a briefcase and a look of sheer fright on his face. Victor raised himself in the bed and looked at the approaching tempest. Chester was leaning against the nurses station and watching what was about to happen and frowned. He considered the wards and halls of the hospital to be a place of safety and no one should have the power to disturb the peace.

Vivian looked at her ex husband and there was a brief flash of compassion when she saw the state he was in. It was very brief and was replaced by her usual look of disdain and almost hatred as she looked at him. The suit was looking more and more uncomfortable and shuffled and held his briefcase in front of him like a shield.

“Well you managed it this time Victor, your perverted face all over the papers for touching a child and almost killing it” Her voice was shrill and Victor winced. Chester was starting to walk towards the room his face clouded in anger and the suit was getting paler by the minute. Victor decided that he would not reply to his ex wives vitriol and tuned her out and his gaze fell on the frame of the approaching doctor and security guards. The young candy striper that was standing in the hallway had a shocked expression on her face. Chester whispered to her as he passed and she hurried off.

The suit finally managed to get his briefcase open and walked towards the bed Victor was reclining on and held his card forward. The patient looked at the card and smiled as he realised that the suit was not here with his wife.

“Mr James please excuse my ex wife she is rather emotional,perhaps even unbalanced.” Victor chuckled gently.

Vivian looked daggers at Victor and the fury caused her to swallow her next words as the attorney laughed gently. Andrew James looked at the woman who he had followed in and his mild nature had caused him to shrink a little bit let alone follow in her wake. He was there at the bequest of a strange client whom had approached his firm over the phone and ordering them to ensure that Victors medical bills were taken care of and anything he needed. Victor was surprised at what the benefactor was offering and he decided that really he needed the help. Seeing the paperwork was all in order and his ex wife was still sputtering he smiled and added his signature to the agreement. Andrew smiled and filed the papers back in his briefcase and turned and left his gait a little lighter.

Vivian was shocked at what had just happened and her mouth dropped like a fish caught at the end of a line as she stared. Chester smiled as he stood in the doorway looking at the woman who had rolled on like a tempest and had the wind taken out of her sails. He looked at his patient and smiled at the look of triumph on the weathered face and it picked his heart up seeing it. The past few days Victor had been slightly withdrawn and seemed depressed, the fact that some of the nurses had taken the fact that their patient preferred a night gown to pyjamas with a veiled humour. Chester had taken some of the more experienced nurses aside and mentioned the fact that he was not pleased on this and things had changed slightly.

An hour later Jacqueline and her mother entered the hospital floor and headed to Victors room, they were both smiling as they knew that they could take their friend back with them today. The two of them believed that part of Victors depression was that he was suffering from cabin fever and they were partly right. Jacqueline rushed ahead her teenage energy almost trying to pull her mother along to get release paperwork and other boring adult things taken care of. Chester saw the two of them and knew where they were heading and he knew his patient would be in good hands to help them adjust to the fact they were disabled.

Roberta smiled when she saw that Victor was sat up already in a wheelchair but f4rowned that he was wearing surgical scrubs. Jacqueline also smiled as she knew that they were going to be giving their friend another chance at life and a better friendship than it seemed that he had had in his past. She also relished the fact that now Victor was going to live with them she would find out more about the stars and space. Also the fact that he had been involved with NASA made her think that she could get an advantage in getting into space.
Victor saw his neighbours enter his room and he smiled, he knew he was getting out of the hospital that day and it lifted his spirits. The walls over the past few days had been pressing in on him and getting out of them was the main thing to him. He also saw Roberta had rather a wicked grin on her face as though she was planning something. He usually had a problem when he saw a woman smiling like that but he trusted his friends and their intentions. He levered himself into the hospital issue wheelchair and not waiting for the orderly wheeled himself out to the nurses station to add his signature to the discharge papers.

The trio after all the legal niceties were taken care of took their leave of the hospital. Victor was pleased to be in less clinical surroundings and the car was a definite break from walls painted in that drab medical white. Jacqueline and Roberta were quietly talking in the front, Victor was just glad to be hearing conversation that was not revolving around medicine or his vitals. He overheard them talking about Anya and Grandmother and the fact that those two women were helping with the changes needed in the house to make Victor more comfortable. He wondered whether they meant his house or another one and he got concerned that the bank had already sold his house from under him.

His internal questions were answered when they pulled onto the street he had called home but pulled into their driveway and Roberta busied herself getting the wheelchair out of the trunk. He looked through the window at his former home and saw the realtor’s sign and his heart crashed and he worried that all his stuff was now somewhere safe. He was rather surprised as he shuffled himself off the bench seat into the wheelchair to see a ramp and a banner welcoming him home. He found himself touched by the sentiment and was rather shocked to see how many people were there, A lot were strangers to him but were wearing tee shirts all with the logo for the water park where he had saved the child.
There was a disturbance at the front of the group and a small blur rushed up to his wheelchair, when it came to a stop looking up wide eyed at him it was a small girl of around two years old. Her mother walked over and knelt down to look Victor straight in the eyes and he was surprised to see tears there.

“Sir you do not know me or my daughter but I have to thank you for saving her life.” With that the woman enfolded Victor in a deep hug and everyone including Victor had tears in their eyes.

Helen Kildaire looked at the man that had saved her main reason for carrying on with her life and she smiled to see the gentleness in his eyes. She realised that saving a life was important to this man who was now in a wheelchair. Susan Kildaire looked at the man in the strange chair and she held up her arms to be picked up because she wanted a ride. Victor looked own at the little munchkin and smiled seeing her with her arms wide open wanting to be picked up and asking a silent question of the mother leaned forwards to pick her up. Victor smiled at the huge grin that split the toddlers face and laughed at the childish joy that showed as he wheeled into the house.

Anya and her grandmother looked at each other knowingly seeing the longing in Victors eyes and the tender way he kept the child on his lap. He was not acting like a father in their eyes but they thought to themselves with their history they were slightly biased. Victor relished the fact that a small child was almost worshipping him and slipped into a fantasy of being a mother instead of a father figure. He started to force down as what he felt was his shame and the reason why his marriage failed. His obsession as he viewed it controlled his subconscious and a lot of his desires. The flicker on his face was visible to both Roberta and her daughter and they wondered if his cross dressing was more than just a part time thing. The group had moved into the house where the welcoming party was starting and Victor was slightly uncomfortable at the attention.

The hours and the closeness of people were creating a sense of closeness to Victor and he felt part of a group. That feeling was one that he had not felt for a long time, the last time he had felt that way was when he was with NASA and the flight groups. That was something he really missed and this group of women were making him feel part of the group and his loneliness started to fade. He found himself smiling at the gossip and jokes they were all sharing and his heart was melting at Susan's behaviour going from woman to woman getting hugs and treats. She finally ended up on victors lap again and was busy wrapping her arms around his neck in a huge hug.

“you pretties Mr Victor like mommy is” Her statement was so childlike and innocent and made Victor smile. The women saw that smile and it confirmed to them what Victors deepest wish was and Roberta finally put the jigsaw pieces into place. The look they all shared was intense in Roberta's eyes as she looked closer at Victor. Grandmother saw the looks that the women were exchanging and she realised that her and Anya's thoughts were right. The two of them considered their options and what their park could do to give Victor his dream. They knew that the transformation had to be his choice although in the past some had been in punishment but others to help them improve their lives.

Bikini Beach to the moon part 3

Author:

Allie Elle

Audience Rating:

General Audience (pg)

Publication:

Novel Chapter

Genre:

TG Universes & Series:

Bikini Beach by Elrod W

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To the moon part 3 …...

“you pretties Mr Victor like mommy is” Her statement was so childlike and innocent and made Victor smile.

The women saw that smile and it confirmed to them what Victors deepest wish was and Roberta finally put the jigsaw pieces into place. The look they all shared was intense in Roberta's eyes as she looked closer at Victor. Grandmother saw the looks that the women were exchanging and she realised that her and Anya's thoughts were right. The two of them considered their options and what their park could do to give Victor his dream. They knew that the transformation had to be his choice although in the past some had been in punishment but others to help them improve their lives.

Now the story continues.........

Victor tried to hide his blush at this comment and the looks the women were giving him. He tried to bluster the affects down but he thought to himself that he was failing badly at. Everywhere he looked the women were smiling at me and the woman known as grandmother was grinning the widest for some reason. He felt a little like the main dish on a buffet as the party progressed but he pushed those thoughts aside as people were congratulating him on being the hero. The little one on his lap in the wheelchair was yawning and her mother was pointedly looking at the clock. Roberta saw the look and hurried over to pick up Susan from Victors lap and slowly wind down the party.

As the guests started to leave Victor was starting to feel a little drained and on looking round found the hospital bed in what he assumed used to be the dining room. The bed was new but he was surprised to see that a night dress was laid on the pillow. He blushed and then remembered that Roberta had brought in one of his night dresses whilst he was in hospital. He realised that Roberta and Jacqueline were accepting of this side of him and it created a sense of safety. He smiled and moving himself over to the bed got himself sorted relishing the soft fabric against his skin. He was rather surprised when Jacqueline walked in dressed in her nightwear and hopped onto the bed and hugged him hard. Victor was surprised at how he reacted to the hug and folded the teenager in a gentle embrace almost maternal.

Roberta passed the door to the former dining room and saw her daughter being hugged by Victor and the smile on his face. She could see the start of healing on the care worn face and the hope her daughter had with this new person in their lives. After a short while Jacqueline left Victors room and headed to bed and Roberta watched from the lounge. She saw the look of longing and the gentle smile on his face as he slipped into a nightshirt and settled down. The house closed down for the night and all three settled into their separate realities of dreams.

Through the night Victor was disturbed by dreams that were not his own. The images were very strong and he remembered them from his youth and long periods of time in the past when the desires were too strong for him to fight. There were the memories of his father trying to educate the sissy what it was to be a man and his brothers teasing him. Then the dreams changed and his perspective changed to that of a young girl in her teenage years looking up at a man and he could feel her fear. As that man approached the perspective changed again, he was stood at the door by the perspective he was a very young child watching this and screaming for the man not to do it.

Victor could not understand why his dreams had gone from his desires to what could only be views of other peoples lives. He shook his head in his sleep and tried to fight the images and thoughts that were invading his consciousness. The images were getting more insistent and were moving from person to person and the perspective was constantly changing. There were many lives and thoughts fighting for a place in Victor's dreams and he started to toss and turn on the hospital bed.

Roberta after the many years of looking after her husband and child was a light sleeper so she was awake on hearing the muted commotion from where Victor was sleeping. She stepped lightly into the room and placed a gentle hand on the tormented man's shoulder and let her presence be felt. The muffled, muted comments eased off and he slipped into an easier sleep. The one thing Roberta noticed was as Victor had been moving his legs in his dreams and she wondered if the spinal damage was only temporary. With that thought she settled on the easy chair she had placed in the room for nights like this. She watched as he continued to relax into a deeper sleep and she settled for a long night.

This is a short chaper setting the scene for some other elements within the charectors my apologies

Bikini Beach to the moon part 4

Author:

Allie Elle

Audience Rating:

General Audience (pg)

Publication:

Serial Chapter

Genre:

Transgender

Character Age:

Mature / Thirty+

TG Universes & Series:

Bikini Beach by Elrod W

TG Themes:

Fresh Start

Permission:

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To the moon part 4

As the new day dawned Victor was feeling the night was far from restful and for some reason the images were stuck in his head. He could not remember any of his siblings being treated in the way he had seen in his dreams. The General his father had been rather a sensitive man and his mother caring also. His sister and older brother had followed his mother into the health profession but not in the American industrial medicine. With those thoughts he wondered if they were still doing well with the charities they worked for in Africa and the middle east. The images played on his mind as he pulled himself out of the bed and into the wheelchair.

Roberta started when she heard movement and opened her eyes to see her long term house guest pulling himself over to the wheelchair. There was no self consciousness in the fact he was wearing one of the nightgowns from his supply in front of his neighbour. She watched his mannerisms and to her it appeared he was more a girl than he realised. She mused on the fact his legs had been moving in the night and she watched closely and as he settled into the wheelchair stood up and walked over to lay a hand on victors knee gently.

Victor was slightly shocked by the actions of Roberta and then frowned. He had been told that his legs would not have any strong sensations but for some reason when he looked away he still felt the soft hand there. He knew little on paraplegia but to him any spinal damage was always permanent and would resign people to disability for life. He did not think that he would last if he could never walk again. With that thought the depression was starting to overwhelm him as he turned his chair to head towards the kitchen. His mood was lifted when his gaze swung to the other door of the kitchen and Jacqueline was stood there.

The teenager looked as though she needed a huge dose of caffeine or a strong hug. The look made Victor chuckle to himself as he rolled towards the coffee machine. Jacqueline smiled blearily waved a hand in greeting and sat at the kitchen table. There was one thing Victor thought was always the same teenagers were never really morning people. Roberta had known that fact for a few years and smiled at her daughter. Like her mother the first thing she really wanted was a strong coffee. Victor saw her heading for the coffee machine and frowned, he was not a fan of young people drinking coffee. Roberta was setting up the coffee pot and was surprised when Victor went to the small ceramic teapot next to it.

“Too much coffee is not good for a developing brain.” He stated.

Jacqueline Frowned and wondered what was going on and felt that the new house mate was trying to take too much control. Just then there came the sound of someone knocking gently on the front door and Roberta worrying motioned for Victor and Jacqueline to remain in the kitchen. She answered the door and was surprised to see the woman from the hospital standing there looking as though it took a lot of courage for her to be there. She could almost feel the fear radiating from the woman as she stood there.

Roberta stood her ground and waited for the woman to say what was on her mind, as she stood there she noticed that there was something out of place in the way the woman was dressed. There were signs that she had dressed in a hurry and without much thought on how she looked. It also looked as though she had spent a few days crying. This caused Roberta's heart to open a little bit and she motioned for the woman to enter in front of her. Jacqueline watched as her mother escorted the woman into the house and towards the lounge and Victor wheeled his chair through following slowly. The woman sat on the sofa looking from Victor to Roberta and then to Jacqueline as the three watched her closely.

“What can I do for you ?” Victor asked his voice emotionless.

“Victor you have every reason to hate me for how I behaved towards you.” Vivian replied softly.

“I just could not understand why you were driven to do what you do and then pastor Travis preached against those poor boys in the next street, the ones who were living together as two girls.”

“Tanner Travis has forgotten he is supposed to represent G-D's love to the world not launch a lynching party,” Victor growled, “ So what's made him fall off his perch with you Vivian?”

“Victor it was disgusting, he read out the article on your accident and then told the congregation that those poor children that were living as abominations to G-D would use so called acts of heroism to attack our children.”

Roberta listened on in horror as the woman continued to describe what had happened to the two residents as what could only be described as a mob descended on them. Jacqueline also listened in horror as the events were recounted as they were told about how the two young people were dragged out of their house and attacked. Victor could not help but let his emotions show as he had before his splitting with the church befriended the two young people in question. Roberta saw the pain in Victor's eyes and the fear in his ex wife's, she could see she still had feelings for him but also wondered where his dressing would lead.

Jacqueline looked at the adults and was slightly confused at the way they were behaving. She was not a sheltered child and knew attacks happened to people that were different from others nearly every day. What she could not understand is why her mother and Mr Victor acting as though the attacks were personal against them. Vivian was almost in tears as she looked at her ex husband and at that time appeared very vulnerable and lost. Victor looked at her and could see the pain and loss was very real within her. His heart began to melt and he could see the woman he loved in her eyes again not the harridan that the church and that man had made her. He wheeled over and leant forward and placed a gentle hand on his ex wife's knee, she was taken aback by the gesture and smiled wanly.

The hours progressed and Jacqueline headed for school and the three adults continued to talk mainly Victor and Vivian getting to know each other again. Around lunch time there was another knock on the door and Roberta opened it to find Anya and her Grandmother standing there. The two women smiled as they were invited in and settled on another sofa. They watched Victor with Vivian and how they were acting and Grandmother nodded and smiled.

As the conversation continued to flow Victor stopped talking mid sentence and his eyes became distant as if he was looking at something in the distance. In his head Victor was surprised when his awareness of the room disappeared to be replaced with the lounge of another home. His point of view was looking up at what appeared to be a giant of a woman, she was shouting something but he could not hear the words and he felt his body twitch in fear. The woman's shouting stopped and she knelt down and hugged the body Victor was residing in.

He realised that the woman had not been shouting at him but at someone else, and the reason why the words seemed unrecognisable was that he was the size of a very young preschooler. Another giant entered his vision and Victor was surprised to see it was Tanner Travis, what really rocked his mind was how Mr Travis was dressed. Denim Skirt, white cotton blouse, panty hose and what looked like high heeled boots. His face was also covered in make up all be it a bit too heavy for a woman and it gave him a comical appearance. After that little revelation whom ever was taking Victor on his little jaunts released him back to his body.

He came back to the room hearing Grandmother seeming to ask him a question and he blinked to get back on track.

“Victor please pay attention this is both important to you and your wife and the family that cares about you.” Grandmother said softly yet firmly and Anya smiled.

“I'm sorry Grandmother my mind seemed to of taken a journey, I must be more tired than I thought”. Victor replied chagrin in his voice. Vivian laughed softly knowing that tone all to well from her ex husband.

“Victor I really must know your Real name” Grandmother stressed the word real in the sentence. Victor heard it and blushed and looked at his ex wife then down at his knees and was surprised to see they were moving slightly and he could feel it. His mind then snapped back to what had been said and the heat seemed to build up around him.

“it's vi...vi...Victoria” The reply was in a cadence and softness of a young teenage girl yet to gain confidence in herself.

Vivian gasped hearing the name for the first time and the change that seemed to overcome Victor. Instead of the middle aged man in a wheel chair if she concentrated on the voice her minds eye saw a girl of around 13 just blossoming. The final stone in her heart melted and she leaned across and embraced the body in the wheel chair very much like a mother would her daughter. Grandmother saw this and smiled that smile of hers and knew a decision would have to be made. Anya saw her expression and knew that her Grandmother would be meddling again.

Vivian seemed to fall naturally into the role of a mother talking to her daughter and Anya wondered if Grandmother was doing some magic away from the park. She could see from her face that Grandmother was not actually meddling at that point. Vivian was getting Victoria to talk about herself and how she felt. The mannerisms coming from the body that housed the teenage girl were fully natural. The more she talked the more those around her could see that Victor was actually more like a shell that the child had used to be able to live for some parts.

Victoria was getting tired of being in the wheelchair and the way the grown-ups were almost grilling her. Roberta noticed the body language and motioned for the rest to ease up a bit and she wheeled the chair into converted dining room. Letting her friend rest Roberta returned to the lounge with a fresh pot of coffee and settled down her eyebrow raised as she waited for her visitors to speak. There was no conversation for a while as they just sat drinking coffee. Grandmother was the first to clear her throat as if she was going to say something.

Before the older woman could say anything Vivian held up her hand to forestall any comments. Her face was lined in concern and love for the man that she had married then divorced. There was also a feeling of protectiveness towards the personality that had emerged in him. They had never really managed to bond with the children they had during their marriage and over time it had been better to have them adopted. More so with Victor's work and the fact that for the early part of his career they had travelled from base to base. The NASA posting was a chance for the both of them to settle into something close to normality. When Victor had retired she had looked for something meaningful and had drifted to the church. Victor spent more time cross dressed and looking after the home and she had felt as though she had lost her husband.

Grandmother read Vivian's emotions on her face and at the surface of her mind. She was tempted to make a comment but a look from Anna stopped her. The two witches were considering what the meaning was of the fact that Victor had Victoria as a passenger for all these years. Yes to the two of them Victoria was a passenger not an extension of his personality. They exchanged glances and they then looked at Roberta but she was consumed with concern for her new friend. They both sat there with their coffee and they both let their senses stretch outward. Between the two of them, they tried to sense if something was possibly creating changes to reality but they could not feel any changes.

Time passed and the three others finished their coffee and made their excuses. Vivian slipped into her car and stared out of the windscreen and wondered why those two other women were involved in Victor's life. Neither of them had given an explanation apart from owning some water park or other where Victor had saved the child's life. That side of things seemed to make little sense to her and also this sudden emergence of what appeared to be some form of psychiatric disorder. There was also the change in her feelings and the re emergence of her love. It was not the love of a wife for a husband but that of a mother for her daughter.

Whilst all this was going on Jacqueline was fighting her way through her school day. There were the usual trial and tribulations that a young woman faced. The sharks of the cheer leading squad were doing their usual popular or not routine's and three of them giggled when she walked past. She shook her head and then turned to say something but her gave fell on a flier on the school noticeboard.

Flight School Pre Launch Training
The Presidential programme for sciences

We are inviting interested students that are looking for a career in space exploration and science. To attend a conference and briefing this Saturday at 10:00 AM. Subjects to be covered during the conference are the career paths and subjects needed.

Also sign ups for the junior flight officer programme will be taken as well as interviews.

Jacqueline could not believe what she was reading. Here was her ticket to her dream and her passport to working in the space exploration program. She controlled herself and knowing if she showed signs of being interested the queen bee's that were gathered round would use it against her. The head cheer leader looked at the rather nerdish looking girl and smiled gently, Samantha Coles was not the usual queen bee and encouraged the girls on the cheer squad to be the same. She had only taken the captaincy the last month and changes had been slow but the other girls were realising they got a lot more for the school with honey instead of vinegar.

“Hey if the NASA boffin' s are here girls we should welcome them to the area properly” Samantha said in her soft southern drawl. The other girls agreed and Samantha looked at the girl studying the poster and draped an arm over her shoulder. Jacqueline tensed slightly at the gesture but Samantha's smile was disarming. She lead her away from the group to a quiet corner and Jacqueline tensed up again. Samantha shook her head slightly and leaned down to whisper to the smaller girl.
“It would be super cool if one of the girls from this school got on the program.” She then let her arm slip from the smaller girls shoulders and walked away with a nod and a smile.

Later that day in the corridors one of the school bullies was slowly vectoring in on the geek crowd. Jacqueline was part of the group that was being targeted. This boy did not care if his targets were male or female he just wanted to mark his status. Just as he started to move forward to try and push his way through the small group four of the cheerleaders stood in his way. They shook their heads but he did not take the hint and tried to move around them. The four girls moved as one and the geeks were surprised at what was happening. Instead of becoming targets of the most popular group of girls at the school they were being protected.

This behaviour was noticed by the girls Phys Ed tutor and she smiled as there was a change going on in the school. There was the usual cliques but the new girl Samantha was changing things, she was encouraging the cheerleaders to be more protective to others and not be the usual queen bee's. There was something about how the girl created a positive force. As she continued down the hall Samantha was quickly going over some ideas for welcoming NASA to the school district. The girls were putting their hearts into it and started talking about getting the band and the football team involved. The group that the girls had protected moved on and chatted about the NASA presentation.

End of part 4