The New Fantasy 20

by

Paul G Jutras

 

It all started Friday afternoon. Tom walked out to find his mother enjoying her inflatable lounge chair in the pool. She was dressed in her new reversible bathing suit with a build in skirt. Tom didn't care for its color as much as he liked her old brown one. "Aren't you ever going swimming?" She asked. "We've had the pool for a month now."

Tom could only think to himself: "With you unknowingly telling me to kill myself since I was 8, I'd probably use my cat door stop as a weight to drown myself if I went in." What he said to her; however, was: "maybe sometime."

As he went to the computer to work on his newest web story, he thought how last Christmas his mother kept commenting the shorts she got him was from the men's department. A tear ran down his face. He thought about how last Christmas and how he felt when his mom kept saying what a deal she got on the shorts she bought him from the "men's department." He then checked a clothing one line site. He never could understand why all the shoes offered were fetish ones and had between a 5 inch heel and a 7 inch heel. He never once did see a pair with a sensible heel or pair of flats listed.

That night at the Japan anime club, Tom had just finished sitting through 100 minutes of a film where one jerk of a member kept screaming for the cartoon to show more female naked flesh. Tom didn't know what was worst with the guy, His comments on wanting to see more naked female bodies or his comments whenever a cross dressing or TG theme anime was shown.

"That was great!" Bruce shouted. "It could use some more naked girls."

"What a sexist." Tom thought as he looked at his feet in his sandals and though how lovely his toes would be if polished. "What you bring Tom?"

"This is one of the 3^rd season disks of that police comedy I've been bringing once in awhile." Tom said.

"The one with the cross dresser," laughed Bruce. He nudged Roger as he laughed loudly. "Remember when you walk in late on the first airing of the series? You said that she was one hot looking woman until you learned that she was really a he."

"At least his comments are not as bad as when I showed the one about the cross dressing teacher." Tom sighed to himself.

Could you hold me purse while I check the files see what new videos are on the self?" Karen asked as she handed Tom her sky blue with white cloud paten purse to him.

"That isn't your color." Bruce laughed at Tom.

"Do you think basic black would be better?" Tom said as Bruce just chuckled like it was a joke.

Having a restriction so he couldn't drive at night, his dad picked him up from the meeting. With a sad sigh, he got into the passenger seat and they drove off. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Hey, big guy." He said as he tried to keep his eye on both the road and his son. Tom felt a tightness in his chest. The same feeling he had when he was over weight and his mother kept saying his dad would never love him as a daughter. The doctor he visited during a check up at that time had said he was under so much stress he was capable of a heart attack. "Are you feeling okay?"

"No, I'm not fine." Tom finally said after a long silence. "My Mom has been telling me in her own way to kill myself since she first caught me playing dress up at the age of eight. Even after I told her I'd wear skirts and dresses for school graduation and when I was called for jury duty, but I'd kill myself before wearing another suit and tie, she told me to take my own life. Just as she told me in her own way when she bought male swim trunks for the family new pool over a woman's one piece. Telling you right now that you can either accept me as your daughter or you can want me try to kill myself every day until I succeed."

His dad watched in horror as he pulled out a carving knife from the bag he had his video in and stabbed himself just below the shoulder blade. He then cut down just past the elbow with the knife allowing the blood to run down. He quickly got Tom home to clean him up.

When he got home, Tom had a long talk with his parents. He reminded them how he would play the pregnant daughter when playing house with the neighborhood girls when growing up. How he'd pretend to be a mother shopping for her family when playing super market. How he had wanted to get a canopied bed with lace trimming the last time the family went bed shopping, but his mother insisted on bunk beds. Finally they both gave in. They didn't like it, but they accepted they had no choice.

The next day Tom was dress in a blue tee shirt with pink shorts and tong shoes. Around his neck was a necklace with a white rabbit pendant. Like Alice going through the rabbit hole, his life was going to change forever today. He had his toes polish pink too. He was ready to go shopping with his mother who was dressed in a red dress that barely covered her hips, white sweater and white flip flops.

Tom looked at some of the women walking in and out of the mall. Some of them were in nothing more than skimpy bathing bikinis. Others wearing shorts over the bottom half and some had tees over their top halves. Tom wonder if after being on hormones if he'd chest would be as big as heavy as theirs.

Tom's mother bought him some B cup size breast forms and he had his first bra fitting. He got a blue dress and a gray dress with pink specks. He also picked up three one piece bathing suits for now.

"I know you like pink, but the color looks better on blondes than brunettes." Tom's mother said full of embarrassment as other shoppers looked on at the young man with fake breasts holding a pink dress up before him.

Tom never felt embarrassed when it came to being himself. He bought himself some hose and slipped it over his smooth legs right there in the store. He liked how the seamless toes area squeezed his own polish toes together. He wasn't sure if he like the look of his plain pink fingers or his now nylon coated pink toes better.

When Tom approached work the next day, things did not turn out very well. Though the company didn't have any outright police against transsexuals working for them, they considered themselves a traditional family market and that didn't include gay relationships. So he was fired on the spot.

His mother with her orange painted finger and toes dressed in a black and orange sweater, black pants, nylons and sandals finished her shopping as Tom came out of the super market office. "What did your boss say?"

"I'm fired." Tom said in tears as they headed out to the car.

"We saw this possibility happening." Tom's mother said cheerfully. "You have to look at the bright side."

"What's that?" Tom asked

"While we're getting you name legally changed this week, you can start off fresh in a new job as the new you."

"That's right," sniffled Tom as he took out his compact. He made sure his tears didn't cause his make up to run and then gave his mother a hug. One that wasn't as close as it used to be as their breasts kept a distance between them.

The following Friday, Tom tried to decided between bringing in the anime about a boy who turn into a girl by magic when splash with water or the one about the male earth boy killed by mistake by a female space officer and merges their bodies into a gender morphing one to bring him back to life.

Bruce's jaw dropped a mile when he saw Tom come into the club with his hair perm and wearing a blue dress, light brown hose and sandals. His mother came in with him for support dressed in a white sweater, red pants and 3 inch red sandals. While his mother had a plain black leather purse, Tom had one with pictures on it.

One side of Tom's purse had a picture of a teen girl in a poodle skirt and saddle shoes wearing a hula hoop for a young man in leather. They stood before a malt shop. The other side had a woman in a thong bikini laid face down on her beach blanket. His mom thought it looked trashy but he thought it was cute.

"Is this some sort of joke like the 300 pound guy in the Japanese girl school uniform during the last convention?" Bruce asked.

"No," Tom said as he tried to find his voice. He handed a girl's aimed anime to put in the DVD player. "I have never pretended to be anything but myself in the past. This is who I am. Put this on."

"You no good, dirty cross-dresser!" shouted Bruce. He jumped Tom and started to wail on him with his fists. The girls in the group and Tom's mother pulled him off as Tom received a black eye from Bruce's fist.

"This sissy TG person you see in the movies is just a sterio-type." Tom said as he picked up his purse and whacked Bruce aside the head. He then kicked him between the legs followed by punching him into the wall with his fist. Bruce laid out cold while the others enjoyed the DVD and Tom left early. "Call me Tammy for now on." He said with a smile.

Tom had a long road ahead. But got a job as a bag boy in a local supermarket for one job and working at McDonalds as a second job. He would change from a red shirt and black slacks at the market to a white blouse and black skirt at McDonalds. With his real breasts and figure coming in nicely thanks to the hormones, his future looked bright.

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