New Dream Come True 5

by

Paul G. Jutras

  

It was a cool September morning when Susan woke up in his white four posted bed with the pink canopied and comforter. In his white night gown, he got out of bed, walked into the bathroom and put the seat down to pee. He was glad that he remembered his father was home or he could of fallen into the toilet.

As he sat there and felt his bladder empty, he thought back of how the pain and fear had started a month back after graduation when his dad first retired from job in the military to open on his own motel. He was called Phil then and knew that it would be hard dealing with his dad, but if his father was going to be home from now on.

It was the first day of Phil's vacation from work. He climbed out of his twin bed in his stripped PJ's and gotten dressed in a blue T shirt, shorts and sneakers. He went out to his new red Honda and drove to the open all night drug store to buy the new type of razor he heard about than run while you're standing in the shower.

"Where did you go?" Donna asked when Phil drove back into the drive way, undid his seat belt and got out of the car. Since Phil had traded in his old car he had missed the automatic seatbelts of the old one.

"I got a razor for my legs," Phil replied as he glared at his mother in the eyes. "Later I'm going to buy a dress for my Uncle's wedding next month. As I told you a million times, I'll wear a dress for special occasions like the wedding but I'll slice my throat open and kill myself before I'll ever wear another suit again."

As long as you live under this room, you're following my rules." Donna said in anger. She knew he hadn't saved enough from work to maintain his own apartment. "You are never going to change your body."

"I've been listening to you screaming like you rather have me dead than embarrassing you since I was six." Phil shouted in tears as he unfolded a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. She read it aloud.

 

DEAR RAY,

If you got this letter in your E-mail it means that my parents
has disowned me and I most likely lost my current job. Since
the age of six my mom has screamed about how embarrassing I
am to her and over the last year I nearly had a heart attack whenever
I brought up the idea of buying a dress for a special occasion. If I
could not of gotten my diploma in the mail, I'd of been dead by now. I
hope not all members of the family are as bigoted about a transsexual
in the family as my parents and will give me job.

Sincerelty,
Phil Angel

PS: If you don't get a letter saying my parents have
either worked things out or a time where I'll be arriving at
the airport, then it means I am probably dead. I hope you
can made sure I'm buried in a dress with the name
Susan on the tombstone.

 

"Susan?" Donna asked.

"The name I'm going to change my name to when I get the paper work filled out and processed." Phil said as he turned to see his dad walk out of the bedroom.

"What's going on here?" He asked sleepily. "What's all the yelling about?"

"Go ahead and tell him." Donna said as she paced back and fourth. "Tell him what you just told me."

Phil just lowered his head and handed his dad the letter. He took a sip of his coffee and began reading. As he read, his hand tightened on the handle until his hand slipped and smashed the mug on the floor. "Shit!"

"You got to be shitting me." Steven said as he looked over at his son. "What kind of sick joke are you pulling here. Talk about a lack of graditude for all we've done for you."

"It's no joke." Phil tried to sound strong while holding back the tears. "I knew I was meant to be a girl since I was six. Mom here has always had trouble accepting it even with my playing house, tea party and super market shopping as a kid. The fact I never light baring my chest in public or how I want to slice my dick off every time you use my nick name of "BIG GUY" when all I ever wanted to be was "Your Little Princess. I don't care if I have to sell everything I own. I'm an adult now and like it or not you can't stop me from being myself. You said to my cousin when her father said he plan to re-marry that we stick my family choices or keep quiet. I hope you were telling the truth."

It took a lot more talking after everyone calmed down. After awhile love show through the bigoted hatred and Phil got the paperwork to live full time as Susan. The day in his red and black uniform at the register at work went by quickly.

In the ladies room he changed from his red shirt and black slacks green dress and black open toe sandals with a high four inch heels. He wiggled his toes with the shoes on and remained still until he got his balance. He checked his face in the mirror and adjusted his breast forms. He knew with the hormones he started he could loose them soon.

"Ready to go?" asked Amy in a pink blouse, black skirt and closed toe heels on her bare feet. She stood with Janet in her pink blouse with a short black skirt, jet black hose and beach flip flops and Jane in her gray top, black slacks, pumps and nude stockings.

"Now that my shift is over, you bet." Susan said with a smile. "Let's hit the bar for some guys. When I have my operation I hope that I've already met Mr. Right to take me in my white wedding gown down the isle."

THE END

  

  

  

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