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The Last Word

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Paul G. Jutras

  

David knew he was suppose to be a since he was a little kid. His father was a traveling sale man that was always away. Raised almost entirely by his mother alone, he found himself preferring to play with the neighbor hood girls over the boys. His mother often aimed in his taste for birthday and Christmas gifts. His gifts included tea sets and toy shopping carts.

David crossed the line when his mother caught him out in public in one of her dresses and heels. She quickly dragged him inside screaming at him and giving his knuckles a wrapping with a wooden spoon.

David had no idea what he did wrong. He couldn't understand either why he couldn't wear a pretty dress to church like his friends. His mother would only make him feel bad about himself by shouting at him that girls do stuff like that and not good little boys.

When David was a teenager he was rebellious and fed up with his mother telling him what to wear and what not to wear. He had his own part time job and his own income. With his family putting in a pool, he bought himself a ladies one piece swim suit as well as some heels, a dress and a blouse and skirt set. He had gone to the store when it first opened so the dressed area wasn't at all crowded.

When his mother learned what he did, she took off her belt and pulled him across her knee to give him a wrapping with the belt until David was in tears. When his mother asked him if he learned his lesson, he only started shouted how his mother would rather have him dead than happy. That he was going to wear skirts and dresses for special occasions and that she would have to kill him if she wanted to stop him.

As his mother threatened to disown him, he told how he could wait till the new pool was ready so he could either drown himself or electrocute himself with it. His mother just stared in shock that he'd say such a thing.

The distressed young man's mind was in turmoil. With tears flowing down his face, he couldn't take being a man a minute later. He dropped his pants and with a Thanksgiving carving knife, hacked off his penis .

His mother screamed in horror and called for ambulance to rush him to the hospital with the proper medial aid to keep him alive during the trip. They took him immediately into surgery but the lost of blood and the time it took to get to the hospital was too late for David. Though the SRS operation was done, he soon died without ever recovering in post op.

David was soon buried in the family cemetery plot with the name Dorthey on his tombstone. His mother could only hope as she blamed herself that he somehow knew that he died a girl.

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