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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-6
Saturday Morning September 5^th

"Come on, sleepyhead, time to get up!" Jan sang to her child.

"Nnnuh." came the incoherent reply.

"Come on, Honey, time to get up!" she prodded.

"Mmmmrrrph!"

"Well, at least it's louder," she thought.

"Let's go, Sweetie, you don't have much time. You have to get up!" This time she almost yelled it.

"Huh? Wha-izzit? What?" came the almost incoherent reply through the fog of sleep.

"It's time to get up, silly. Come on! Get with the program! We have a lot of things to do today!" said Janice, much too brightly for Ernie.

"What time is it?" he asked numbly

"It's almost 7:30. Now get moving! We have a lot to do and there isn't all that much time to do it in. That is, if you were serious about what you said last night," his mother shot back.

"But it's Saturday! I can sleep in today. I don't have to go anywhere." The fog bank was still in, it seemed.

"I put a cup of coffee by your bed. Come on, sleepy head. We have a lot of things to do today. So get moving," his mother said.

"Okay… Okay… I'm up," he said, reaching for the coffee. Half the mug was gone in one gulp.

"Gods, what IS that?" he thought, swiping a hand at his thigh. The feel of the satin and lace was unmistakable. His morning hard-on seemed to double in intensity.

"It wasn't a dream... Boy, this room sure looks weird without all the computer stuff around," he thought.

At the moment, the room did look sort of bare. There were no posters or pictures on the walls; nothing on the dresser and the only things on the nightstand were his clock radio, a box of Kleenex and a lamp. Even the computer desk had been cleaned off.

"Mom's dream come true," he thought, "my room is clean."

It was only a partial truth, but he didn't know that.

Ernie got out of bed and headed into the shower. The satin against his skin forced him to make a change in his morning ritual. He got into the shower first today.

Ernie reached for the soap. "Hey! What the..."

Nothing seemed to be the same anymore. Even his soap was different.

"Oil of old lady," he thought with a sardonic smile. "At least it smells nice," he mused.

After he got out of the shower and towelled off, he reached for his robe. His robe was gone. In its place was a big soft, white satin, fleece-lined robe. Shaking his head, he put the robe on. Wiping the steam off the mirror, he took a good look at his face. And the panic started to set in again.

"What have I let them DO to me? I don't even come CLOSE to looking like a guy anymore!" his hands started to shake.

Just then, his mother walked into the room.

"Eeep!" he squeaked pulling the robe tighter about himself.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Honey, I guess I've been getting a little too caught up in all this," she said.

Ernie started to cry softly. Seeing the emotional roller coaster raging within her son, Janice pulled him to her and walked him out of the bathroom and to his bed.

"It's all right, Honey, go ahead and cry," she tried to sooth him.

"But I don't even look like a guy anymore, Ma," he hic-coughed. "Oh, Ma, now what am I gonna do?" he sobbed.

"You never really did look like a guy, Honey. I guess we just helped you to see it, that's all. Here, blow your nose," she said, handing him a tissue.

The noise he made was most unladylike. That out of the way, she just held on to her sobbing son, letting him cry softly into her shoulder.

When he was all cried out she held his face up to hers and asked, "Feel better?"

"No." he croaked, choking back a sob.

"Here, Honey," she said, handing him a pair of pink satin panties. "Why don't you get dressed and we can talk over some coffee in the kitchen."

He took the proffered garment and looked at it. His mind was in turmoil. He really wanted to put them on, but he was afraid to do so. It was almost as if he'd be saying goodbye to his masculinity forever if he did.

"Come on now, shake a leg. I'll see you downstairs in five minutes. Don't worry about your face or your hair for now. We'll take care of that later."

The way she said it, it was as if he really didn't have a choice.

It wasn't until his mother left the room that Ernie noticed she'd made his bed and laid out some clothes for him. Ernie put on the panties and tucked himself back as he'd done the day before.

On the bed were a pair of Mudd hipster, bell bottomed jeans and a powder blue sweater that looked to be three sizes too small. The sweater top seemed to be made of some sort of slinky, acrylic stretch-knit. A pair of pink cotton ankle socks, a pink satin bra and the breast forms he'd worn the day before were laid neatly on top of them.

Reluctantly, Ernie donned the clothes laid out for him. The sweater top almost didn't cover his tummy.

"I look like any one of the girls in my class," he thought, examining himself in the mirror on the back of his bathroom door. He bent to pick up the pink and powder-blue, chunky soled sneakers by his bed. After looking at them for a moment, he put them on and left the room.

Going down the back stairs to the kitchen, he moved slowly, almost as if he feared what would greet him in the room below.

"Good morning, sleepy head," his mother said with a smile. "I poured you another cup of coffee. Come on over and sit down."

Slowly, Ernie made his way across the room to his mother.

Janice was a morning person and was generally cheerful right out of bed. Ernie never could understand it. "How could anyone actually want to leave a nice warm bed to face a day of gods knew what?" was his usual quip. Today however, Janice was unusually bright and cheery.

"You act as if I'm going to bite you," she said jokingly.

"Bite wasn't exactly the word running through my mind right now. Look at me, Mom! I l-l-look like a girl!" was his emphatic reply.

"I know Honey, I've known that for quite some time. I'm just sorry it took something like yesterday to force you to see it. Come on over and sit down, we have lots of things to talk about. Many of them centre on how others see you and how you see yourself," she said sincerely as she motioned to the chair beside her.

Ernie sat primly on the antique side chair. He hadn't noticed, but the mannerisms his mother had drilled into him the day before were still holding up.

"Now then," began his mother, "we need to decide where we're going to go with this. Yes, I said we. Just because you are the one going through a difficult time right now doesn't mean that you're the only one affected by all of it.

It's become apparent to me that you like dressing this way. Does that mean you want to be a woman? That's something you're going to have to decide for yourself. We already know that Sam likes you looking like this and I'll be honest with you, I always wanted a daughter. Your father and I always wanted another child, but... Well, I never thought I would have one and now..."

"But then Dad died. And now, you have that daughter you always wanted. The only little problem with the whole thing is that your daughter is me, your son" Ernie finished for her in a sarcastic tone.

"Look Ma, I know I like looking like this, but I really don't know what to think about it. I mean…I was never much of a success as a guy. I know that. But I am a guy. But… I mean… look at me! I haven't done anything at all and I still look just like a hot babe! Why did I ever let you two near me? I can't go back to school like this!"

He was on the verge of tears. "I don't know what to do! I'm not sure I want to think about how it all makes me feel, either!" Tears started to form in his eyes. "I just want to be normal!"

That was it. The dam had burst for the second time that morning.

Janice went to her son and held him close. "I know, Honey, I know. That's what we're going to try and do today. Find out what's normal for you. I have an appointment for you with a friend of Linda's..."

With this, Ernie started to wail. He tried to pull away from his mother.

"NO! No more friends of yours. Please Ma... Look what they've done to me already! No. … Please... I..."

The fight went out of him as he collapsed into his mother's arms and sobs wracking his slight body.

After he was through crying, Janice took her feminised son upstairs and helped him cleanup. Afterwards she did his hair and makeup. Once the traces of the morning's tears had been washed away and hidden by makeup, Janice bundled her effete charge into the car. He was more like an automaton than a child at that point. She just pointed him in the direction she wanted him to walk, gave a little shove, and he walked. She was worried, had she pushed him too hard?

"I'll find out soon enough," she thought as she drove. Jan was unable to take any solace in this fact. She was deeply troubled over Ernie's reactions to the feminisation he underwent the previous day. The crying jags of this morning were extremely upsetting to witness.

"Could I have been wrong in trying to make him see what everyone else already knew? Is he afraid to admit he likes being in skirts, or is he unable to stand up to me and say no? Is he Gay? Is it possible he doesn't want a girlfriend? What about Samantha? Look at how he reacted to her kiss." Her mind was reeling from subject to subject. Janice drove to her destination on autopilot as she mulled the issues over. Each time she explored a question, two more sprang to mind. As she parked the car, she glanced at the zombie in the seat next to her.

"Oh god, please let him be all right," she prayed silently.

Janice was so deep in thought she almost missed the office door. It was located back in the corner of an L-shaped shopping centre. The way the office was located, there wasn't a window opening onto the parking lot at all. All you could see was a plain glass door, with the unimposing legend, Eugene Bennett M.D. PhD. and a phone number, (203) 555-1234, directly beneath the name. She made a mental note of the number.

Ernie was just coming out of his stupor as Janice led him into the doctor's office. The reception area was tiny, but comfortable. The receptionist either had not come in yet or was not due in at all seeing as it was a Saturday. She rang the ever-present bell on the counter by the receptionist's desk, and then they sat on the comfortable sofa in the waiting area. It was promising to be a very long day.

"Hello! You must be Mrs. Wilson," a tall, greying man, with the signs of more than one too many good meals showing prominently about his middle, said as he entered the room.

His face was almost completely hidden by a neatly trimmed, yet bushy beard and moustache. His eyebrows matched the bushy salt and pepper of his beard. He appeared to be a pleasant person, almost the personification of Santa Claus. It didn't take much imagination to see him in the red and white suit of the giving season. He was attired in a pair of dark slacks, worn-out oxford shoes, a striped white oxford shirt worn open at the collar, and a brown cardigan sweater. His smile was contagious.

"Ah… and this must be young Tina. Please, please come on back to my office. We can talk there."

He pointed with an open hand down the hall, while he motioned the two to precede him with the other.

Janice stood and motioned for 'Tina' to accompany her. She smiled at the doctor. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Dr. Bennett," she said, guiding 'Tina' down the hall ahead of her.

"The pleasure is all mine," said the jovial man. "According to Linda, we have an interesting situation that has developed over the past 24 hours."

"Umm, yes, I guess we do," Jan replied.

"Why don't the two of you have a seat," he said, indicating the red leather club chairs in front of his desk, "and tell me about it."

"It started like this," Jan began. She started in on the story, explaining all that she was aware of. Dr. Bennett interrupted for clarification of a point or two, but otherwise let her tell the tale, as she knew it, unimpeded.

"I see. Well now, that is an interesting turn of events, isn't it?" he asked. "I'd like to hear your, umm, daughter's version of it now. You don't mind if I ask you to leave the room, do you, Janice? Sometimes it's easier if the, umm, 'authority figure' isn't in the room."

"Umm... No! Not at all," she said, a bit flustered at the turn of the events. She had expected, well… at least hoped, to be able to listen to Ernie's take on things.

"I'll be in the waiting room." With that, she got unsteadily to her feet and left the office. The doctor's request shook her; she hadn't expected this.

"Why does this make me so uncomfortable?" she asked herself.

"Now, Tina, … Is it all right if I call you Tina? Or would you rather I call you Ernie?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter, I guess," He said resignedly. "I look like Tina, so you might as well address me that way."

"Well, Tina, I'd really like to hear your side of the story. Don't leave anything out, sometimes the smallest detail can be important. There's nothing for you to worry about, no-one's going to get in any trouble over this. All I'm here to do is help you to decide what's best for you. All right?"

"Well… yeah…I guess." he replied. "You see, it all started when I began doing some research for my paper at the University..."

Ernie related his side of the story. Once he started talking, it was almost impossible to get him to stop. Two and a half-hours later, there was a timid knock at the door.

"Oh! Please excuse me, Dear," the doctor said to Tina. "Please, do come in, Janice."

The door opened and Janice stepped into the room.

"I am sorry!" the doctor apologised. "We were having such a good chat that I completely forgot you were out there."

"Please don't apologise, Doctor, I'm happy to see you both getting along. I was wondering if either of you wanted to take a break or wanted me to get you some coffee." Janice explained.

"Well, I think Tina and I have come to some conclusions. We were just discussing the options available to her. Yes, I said Tina. She's decided to try life as a girl, at least for now," the doctor said.

Tina blushed deeply at this revelation.

Turning back to Tina, he continued, "Now you know, Tina, there are some problems that you're bound to face with this. First, there's no way for us to disguise who you once were. That will always follow you."

"I know, Doc," Tina interrupted, "but for the first time in my life, I feel a real chance to be somebody other than a bookworm and a geek. I guess I just thought that I was weird or something."

"Well, I wouldn't say you're weird, just different. Here," he said, taking a plastic bottle from his centre desk drawer. "I want you to take one of these three times a day. They're Oestradiol Valerate. That's a synthetic conjugated estrogen, or female hormones to the layperson. Take them at about the same time each day. I want you to space them out evenly. You see…your body normally releases hormones continually. What we're going to do with these is replace those hormones, and, hopefully, cause your body to stop manufacturing its own.

"Now then, take them with meals or milk. Not that they'll cause you an upset stomach, but, err…it seems to help with the mood swings and any cravings you might experience otherwise. After a few days, you may experience slight nausea in the mornings, but that will pass after a few weeks as your body gets used to the new hormones and their levels. Crackers and tea will help with that.

I'll write you a prescription for refills that your mother can have filled at any pharmacy. Okay? If you seem to be having any trouble with them, or with some of the things you may experience in this little experiment of ours, call me right away," he said, handing her a business card. "My service will know where and how to find me, just tell them it's an emergency.

"Now, I want to see you again in two weeks." The doctor started writing a prescription and filling out a form. "We can continue these talks on alternating Saturdays if that's all right with you.

I can honestly say that it has been a refreshing experience to talk with you. And it was a pleasant way to start my day."

Turning back to Janice, he said, "Janice, take this prescription to your druggist. I'll need some blood work done on Tina, as well. Take this," he said indicating the form, "to the address that's on it. It tells them what tests I need to have done. I'll let you know how they turn out in two weeks. If there are any problems, I'll call you.

"Now, there will be no charge to you for this session. I have some papers here for you and Tina to fill out and get back to me. In the meantime, she's to stay home from school. We'll have a determination on how she'll proceed there in a few days. I'll be in contact with her teachers and we'll work something out as to how she'll be continuing at school, if she's to continue there at all.

Is that okay with you, Mrs. Wilson?"

Jan was flabbergasted. You could have knocked her over with a feather.

"I… I don't see why it should be otherwise," Janice replied. "Thank you, Doctor. Would you like me to leave the room again?"

"No, I think we're done for today, don't you, Tina?" the doctor said with a wink.

Tina giggled. "I guess so, Doc," came a surprising reply for Janice.

"Good. Then I'll see you again in two weeks?"

"On Saturday," Tina replied.

"Great!" the doctor said as he stood up and walked around his desk.

"About your fee," said Janice.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the doctor. "I thought I made that clear. Linda will be taking care of the fees for Tina's visits. She's told me that you are Tina's mother and her primary care giver. With that, you, and not Linda, will get the progress reports. Will that be satisfactory?"

"Oh, um, yes. Thank you," Janice replied a bit off balance. "Is there anything I need to be aware of in this um... experiment?" she asked.

"No," chuckled the doctor, "just be there with lots of love like you always have been. Tina seems capable of telling us what she wants and needs.

"Now then, if there aren't any more questions?"

Both 'women' shook their heads.

"Good, thank you for coming in. It really has been an interesting and wonderful experience meeting you both," he continued as he escorted them out of the office. "Have a wonderful weekend. You can bring those papers back on Monday. If I'm with a client, just leave them with my receptionist. All right?"

"Thanks, Doc," smiled Tina.

"You're quite welcome, Dear. Have a great time learning who you are." With that, he closed the door.

"Well, I can see that's settled," Janice said. "What changed your mind?"

"Oh, I guess my mind was already made-up. I just didn't know that I wasn't a freak or anything. I mean, like um… A lot of those stories were really weird. Y'-know? But… like… some of them, like, struck a chord with me. I mean, like, I didn't even, like, know that, like, umm, things like this were possible. Anyway, I like… thought I had to be, like, all weird and strange if I was feeling like I wanted to be a girl and all… so like…"

"So the doctor showed you that, just because you want to experiment with being a girl, it doesn't mean you're a sexual pervert," her mother said.

"Well… yeah!" she said brightly.

"Okay," Janice laughed. "Would you mind talking like a human being instead of one of those bubble heads from the other coast?"

"Yes, Mom."

They both laughed heartily. It felt like it had been a long time since they'd done so.

"So, where to next?" Tina asked.

"I thought we'd get you ready to win one hell of a bet," Janice replied.

As the two walked to the car, and continuing as Jan drove them to their next destination, she told Tina about her conversation with Linda, and the bet she'd made. Tina's eyes lit up with the thought of all the things she could get. It sounded almost too good to be true. All she had to do was be a graceful, demure girl of eighteen, act as hostess and serve dinner.

"Let's do it!" she said with an enthusiasm she hadn't felt in a long time.

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Continued in Part-7

  

  

  

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