Welcome to pt.2- I thought I might clarify a couple of points from pt.1- getting caught and the consequence while working were made up. I am now actually in a career of my choice and living at home as a woman and exploring and getting to know the real me.

 

Do Over

by Tanya Lynn

 

I was very scared as I walked down the stairs to talk to my mom and dad. I was convinced that in a few minutes I would be out on my ass or locked up in a nuthouse. As I entered the living room, my dad asked me, "are you ready to tell us what the hell is going on?" I said, "yes, but I know you will hate me for it". My mom said, "there is nothing you could do to make us not love you". I said, "it isn't about what I have done, but who I am." Mom said, "ok, tell us who you are". I said, "when I dress up, my name is Tanya. She is the real me. I believe I should have been a girl and have known it for as long as I can remember". I waited for the screaming to start and for them to disown me. Instead, I heard my dad say to my mom, "just as I was afraid of, it sounds like Carol". I must have shown the shock on my face because my Dad quickly explained. "You had an uncle, or I guess an aunt, that we have never told you about. She was ten years younger than I was and we never suspected until I came home one day and found her fully dressed. I immediately called her a freak, and ran and told the rest of the family. She tried to tell us that she was really a girl, but mom and dad beat her and then sent her to a shrink who specialized in 'fixing' guys like him. When he hung himself, he was fully dressed and begged to be buried as a girl in a note he left. I was the one who found her and cried by myself for a long time. Mom and Dad didn't do it of course. But, someday, I plan on changing her headstone to read Carol after mom and dad are dead. That is why I hit you- I was scared, but also mad when you wouldn't tell me what was happening". Well, I don't know how someone else would react, but me, I keeled over in a dead faint.

I awoke in my bed, with a headache. Mom was sitting next to the bed and said she was sorry that she or dad hadn't caught me, but they weren't ready for my reaction. I had hit my head when I fell, but only knocked myself out, no damage. She was stroking my hair, and said, "now I know why you like it so long, but it wont do in that style. We'll have to do something about that in a couple of weeks when school lets out." She kissed me goodnight and said we would talk in the morning. It was then that the strange feelings on my body finally got through my scrambled brains. I pulled down the sheet that was covering me and saw I was wearing an older nightgown of hers, and could feel a pair of panties on under that. I looked and saw that it was a pair I thought she had thrown out of mine. I looked at mom, and she smiled and said, "this isn't going to be easy, but for now, sweet dreams, Tanya". I suddenly realized that I was very sleepy again, and went off to sleep.

In the morning, I got dressed in clothes for school, but wore a pair of panties like I normally did on a non-gym day. I had on a pair of shorts that rode too low, though, and mom said, "Tanya, you are not going to wear panties with your boy's clothes if we are going to help you. Go up and change to your old underwear." I was kind of shocked at being addressed that way, but said, "cmon, Mom, I've never been caught". But she said, "you probably just think that no one has never seen- I'm sure that you will find out differently soon enough". I was mystified, but did as I was told. I went up and changed, and came back down to see my dad sitting at the table reading the paper. He said, "good morning David-uh, Tanya". I could see he wasn't totally pissed about this- just very unsure of himself. I went with the female instinct and walked over and kissed him on the cheek and said, "good morning daddy". He simply blushed and said, "I think that I like that, but it will be easier to handle when you are fully dressed as you". What on earth were they talking about? I had a kind of hope and fantasy as to what it was, but didn't dare to dream too much.

I walked out to the school bus stop and got on. We lived in a house out in the country, so those who rode the bus together were pretty close knit. When I got on, my best friend Tammy had saved me a seat. Some people found it odd that we were best friends, although she was two years younger, but we never dated or anything. I had always wanted to tell her about me, but never had the courage. Like most girls, she was mature for her age, and I think she sensed something. The day at school seemed to drag on, and I both wanted to hurry home, and at the same time, was afraid what I would find. Finally, the day was over and I got on the bus. As usual, I sat with Tammy. Several times, I started to tell her what happened, but I was afraid of her reaction and there were too many people around. When we reached my stop, she got up to get off with me. I asked her, "what are you doing"? She said, "your mom called last night and asked me to come by and visit. So, I am going home with you." Just what the hell was going on?

We got up the drive to the house and I went in and called, "mom, I'm home". She stuck her head out of the kitchen and said, "hi Tanya, hi Tammy". It didn't really register that she had called me Tanya in front of Tammy. She told me to go up and get changed and offered Tammy a soda and they sat at the table together. I went up to my room and shut the door. Then, I saw the bed. On it was one of the outfits my mom seemed to have thrown out. It was a jumper with a white T-shirt, and one of my bras and panties. I picked them up with tears streaming down my face when the door opened behind me. Mom and Tammy came in. I tried to come up with an explanation for Tammy when Mom said, "who do you think first alerted us to look for your clothing stash? Tammy noticed you wearing panties, and even a bra during the winter when you thought you had on a heavy enough shirt. I told you people would notice. Plus, when you have fleshy breasts, wearing a bra affects them as well. Now why don't you get changed and come downstairs". I told her, "but mom, although I can brush my hair to look feminine, I've never worn makeup! I'm afraid I will look silly"! She asked me, "do you look silly to yourself?" I said, "no, I look like the real me, but I know I need some makeup". Mom said, "well, you will just be in the yard and the house with Tammy, and with the trees blocking the road, no one will see you. Now hurry up".

They left and I quickly got undressed. I had always had soft skin, and little hair, but I was aware that I still would've liked to shave. I dressed slowly, because I was afraid of their reaction. Finally, I went to the door and opened it. I went to the stairs and started down, flashing to the same scene last night, but with all of the differences. I had put on some sandals and could hear them on the stairs as I went down to face them.

To be continued

  

  

  

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