The New Fantasy 2

by

Paul G Jutras

 

Ever since Roger was a little kid he knew he was different. While other boys his age was playing cops & robbers, having fun with toy trucks and shooting bee-bee guns at targets, Roger was playing with his bake oven and asking his mother for fashion dolls for Christmas. "What a lovely daughter you have there." The neighbors would say when they look at Roger with his shoulder length blonde hair. His mom would just try to hide her embarrassment of the truth.

"Yes, I understand." Mrs. Fhilmore said as she put down the phone and went to the back door. "Roger…Robin, can I speak with you."

"What is it mom?" Roger asked as he got out of the pool in a women’s blue one piece bathing suit. His blue painted toe nails slapped along the cement that surrounding the in ground pool.

"I just finished talking to your dad on the phone, Roger." Mrs. Fhilmore said once her son was inside the house and out of hearing distance of the neighbors. "Seems he had an accident aboard the ship he works on. He’s force to come home on medical disability and he’s expecting to see a son when he gets home."

"But mom…" Roger said as he followed his mom in his room and saw all his pretty dresses were being stored in boxes. "I don’t want to be a boy."

"I never should of encouraged you." His mom sighed. "It’s not like I would ever let you become a real woman."

By the time Roger father came home, he found Roger standing before him in a crew cut and a blue three piece suit. "Hey big guy, looking good."

"It’s too short." Roger thought to himself as he ran his hand over his head and felt like he was going to cry at his hair length.

"The stress of the military has gotten to my nerves and I was force to retire." Roger’s dad said to Rogers shock as his plans to open up his own motel put any thought of returning to his true self as Robin on hold.

Mrs. Fhilmore carefully told her friends and those who knew Robin that her daughter was really a son. While it resulted in name calling such as sissy, Roger just took it as he could do nothing else.

 

Roger suffered over the next few years as his mother helped him as much as possible by buying him only tee shirts, shorts and neutral. Though whenever they went out of town, Roger snuck up to the attic and would wear his more feminine clothes. Things got so bad emotionally for Roger that while his parents were going on a gambling vacation out of state, Roger decided not to go anywhere when a reported category 4 hurricane was heading in the direction of his home. The perfect means for suicide. He went into even more sorrow when the hurricane missed his area.

Things didn’t get any better as he cut himself at work and had to go to the doctors for shots. "I don’t understand this." The doctor said.

"Don’t understand what?" Roger asked.

"How you’re still alive." The doctor replied. "You’re suffering from such high blood pleasure that if you don’t remove your stress, you’re as good as dead."

With graduation from school coming up, Roger approached his mother when she was alone. "Mom can I talk to you?"

"What is it, hon," she asked.

"As you know, ever since I was little I knew I meant to be a girl." Roger said nervously. "After I graduate, I plan to transition into a real woman. When it comes to any special occasions like your nephew’s wedding I’ll be in a skirt or dress or I’m not going. You’ll have to kill me before you see me in another suit and tie."

"I had plans for you to go to college, and you’re never wearing dresses in my house ever again." Mrs. Fhilmore declared. "That is final."

With tears in his eyes, Roger threw himself on his bear and cried himself to sleep. When he awoke; however, he heard his parents talking. "Seems my mother is selling her house, hubby. My brothers finished the new one but she won’t move until she sells her old one.

"Mom," Roger said as he walked out, scratching his hairy, itchy body. "If I go to work for Uncle Simon, I could take up house payments the way grandma did with you when you moved here."

"You want to move back up north?" Mrs. Fhilmore asked.

"I consider you wanting me to wear a suit under my graduation gown and to the wedding as your dare for me to committee suicide." Roger said after a deep breath. "I haven’t even told you that when I went to the doctors the other day that he said I had such high blood pressure that I could have a heart attack."

"What is he talking about?" Roger’s dad asked.

"The truth is that I’m transsexual." Roger said. "I’ve been saving my money in bank CD’s so that I can afford to become the woman I should have been born as, not for college or my own retirement."

"Is all this true, big guy?" He asked his wife who just stared with embarrassment. "I won’t pretend to understand all this, but if you’re so miserable that it’s becoming life threatening, I won’t stop you."

"Thanks dad," Roger said in tears as he gave his father a hug. "If you have to give me a nickname, can it be princess? I was going to use some Nair to remove my body hair and do some shopping for my own purse while you were at the wedding. Guess I can get the Wal- Mart $7.99 sale now."

"You should never fear to come to us." Roger’s dad smiled. "We’re your parents and we’ll always be there for you."

 

THE END

 

 

 

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