Dream Fantasy 2                       by: Paul G Jutras

 

"Hello? Hello?" Jason said into the phone. "Can you hear me?"

In a pink sailor top, pink ankle length skirt, white bobby socks and black Mary Janes; Paul sat on the floor, on his knees. Tears ran down his face as he cradled the phone in his pink polished hands. He closed his eyes as he listened to Jason’s voice.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Jason asked to the sound of silence.

"Don’t ask." Paul said, crossing his arms under her breasts forms. "mom and me just had another fight over my being transsexual. I never heard such talk come one of someone mouth since the last time I watched Archie Bunker on All In The Family."

"You’re not doing anything foolish, are you?" Jason asked.

"No," Paul replied as he twirled his hair between two fingers. "If mom prefers a dead son over a live daughter, she’ll have to do the deed herself. I... I just felt like I needed someone to talk to."

"You know I’ll be there for that." Jason said with a sigh of relief.

"After I went to my room crying, I decided to bug you a little," Paul chuckled with a tremble in his voice. "This have just been crazy at home lately and I thought..."

"You have exams tomorrow right?" Jason asked. "You should get some rest."

"That’s what I needed." Paul thought as he hung up and sighed. Laying sideways on the floor, Paul used his arms as a pillow and drifted off to sleep. "I felt so empty inside before now."

As Paul slowly cracked his eyes open, he looked up and saw his mother smiling down at him. "Good morning."

"Mom!" Paul shouted as he pushed his skirt down to keep his panties from being show. "I meant to change..."

"You slept in those clothes?" Paul’s mom said as she crouched down in her white Tee-shirt with the Pepsi symbol on it and a pair of blue denim shorts.

"Leave me alone.." Paul said, breaking into tears. His mom grabbed him before he could get up and run off like he did the night before. "You must hate me."

"I don’t hate you." His mom said as he whipped the tears from his eyes. "You make up is starting to run. I... I guess I didn’t realize how much this meant to you."

"You... You mean that?" Paul asked as she slipped the sailor blouse and skirt off of Paul. Taking Paul to the bathroom, in a bra and panties, she fixed his make up for him.

"You have you Jenny Craig Sunshine Breakfast sandwich and I’ll iron you school clothes for you." She smiled and picked up his stuff.

"Missy, What’s up girlfriend?" Paul asked later as he walked to the bus stop. Missy came walking up in a purple turtle neck, blue jeans and carry a pair of black three heels in her hands. Her suntan hose covered feet walked along the tar road to the stop. "You’ll ruin your socks like that."

"My new shoes were killing me we I left the house." Missy said as she leaned again the lamp post and rubbed her foot. "A small price to pay for fashion. I’ll be sitting and showing off my shoes most of the day anyway."

"If it isn’t the sissy and his sissy friends," Paul heard as he turned to see Nick coming out of his house. "I hope the weather doesn’t fizz your new hair due."

"Cut it out," Jason snapped back. "Paul’s a good kid. A lot better than the way you and your gang, and the way they throw kids in the dumpster."

"If a kid’s arm isn’t long enough to reach their school bag, it isn’t my fault they fall in," Nick grinned.

"You’re upset because Paul is the only one to stand up to you." Jason said in a nervous tone. "He said it was worth the detention to flatten you for all your bullying."

As the bus pulled up the group gathered up their book bags and Missy gathered up her shoes until she got off the bus at school. She wanted to make sure to make an appearance as she walked into its hallow halls.

Paul loved the feeling of cool air on his bare legs and up his skirt. As he went into the girls bathroom, he heard some girls talking and going through their purses. The conversation made him glance at a waste basket filled with bloody tissues and used tampons.

"I forgot my pads." Sandra muttered as she went through her purse. "You got one I can borrow?"

"My period won’t start again for a couple of weeks." Crystal said as she went through her purse when Paul flushed and stepped out of the stall with his panties down below the knees.

"I think I can help." Paul reached in his purse and pulled out a pad. "I may not know the uncomfortable feeling first hand, but I like being their for my friends in their time of pain."

"Thanks," Crystal said as she and the other girls saw Paul as harmless and didn’t mind him being in the ladies room. The day proceeded without a problem. Several classes, Paul took his shoes off and saw yoga style at his desk as he did his work.

He had arranged gym to be the final class so that he could change from his tee shirt and shorts that rode up on his ass to his regular clothes while the girls showered. He’d shower at home himself, afterwards. When Paul got home, he found his mom had set up appointments to start his transformation into a woman with mixed blessings. She hated loosing a son, but it was better than the depression she knew he felt. All she wanted as for him to be happy.

 

THE END

 

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