The New Fantasy 3

By

Paul G Jutras

 

The Characters From Halloween Hi-Jinx Story Return This Tale

 

Wilson and Pam were happily married for years. When Wilson’s business transferred him out of state, she ended up taking care of the kids herself. The same way her mother had taken care of her. The saying goes like father like son. In this case, it’s like mother like son.

"You’re doing very good, hon." Pam smiled. She walked out from behind in her navy blue dress with white specs and suntan hose. Pam enjoyed being a teacher at the very private girls school that she went to. Seeing her daughter in her pink dress and matching inch heels made her think how she missed the school uniforms that were enforced when she attended.

"Paula, you got problems 21 thru 24 wrong." She glanced at her son in a light blue dress and matching shoes that appeared almost identical to her daughters. "We’ll work on your weak areas at home."

As the bell rang, Pam walked behind her desk and stepped into her heels. The rest of the class took off while her kids waited for their mother at the classroom door. "You think dad will call tonight," asked Ann.

"He calls every night, dear." Pam smiled as she put her paper work in her purse and headed for the factuality parking lot. "I’m just glad that he understands that Paul has to be Paula if he wants this fine education that I got."

"I’ve seen how the guys are treated in the public school." Paul said with a girlish giggle. "Believe me when I say that I’m happy here."

"Watch you mouth, your dad went to that school." Pam snapped back. Though she couldn’t help but silently agree as much as her husband did how downhill the school had gone over the years with its gangs and drug pushers. Better to have a daughter in the private girl school than a son who would risk his life for an education.

Instead of going straight home, Pam drove into a strip mall and pulled up before the town’s local supermarket. Pam’s ‘girls’ skipped along behind their mother into the store as Pam ate up all the compliments on how cute her two daughters were.

As the three approached the check out lane, they were in for a big surprise. "Mom… Aunt Amy." Pam stood in shock to see her mother in a leopard print top with pink slacks that matched her nail polish and black loafers that matched her purse. Beside her, Amy was dressed in a black turtle neck, tan knee length skirt and black leather knee length boots with a three inch heels. Pam heard her kids shout behind her: Grandma.

"I thought you were still vacationing in California." Pam said to her mother.

"Your old ballet teacher, Phoebe was staying in the same hotel as us." Jane said as Pam looked to saw her old teacher in a red shirt with black slacks, hose and sneakers. "I decided to change our plane reservations so we could all come home together.

"I don’t believe it." Pam smiled as they hugged each other. "It’s been years."

"I see it’s like mother like son." Jane smiled as she looked over at a blushing Paul. "Takes after you I see."

"Shh," Pam said. "You were a lot better with my secret."

"Sorry." Jane chuckled softly. "You know the stewardess on the plane reminded me a lot of you, dear?"

"You mean the one on the way back in total purple?" Phoebe asked.

"That’s the one." Jane laughed. "We had a nice talk about you Pam, honey."

"What did you say about me?" Pam was afraid to ask.

"Don’t worry," Jane continued as Pam felt relief wash over her. "She just had the same habit of going in her stocking feet everywhere. When she was on the phone at the terminal check in and all through the flight."

"She did only wear them boarding and departing the plane." Phoebe laughed. "It always amazed me that we were able to keep those ballet shoes on you."

Feeling totally embarrassed, Pam was more than glad when she was checked out and unpacking the food with the help of her kids. "What did grandma mean, mom?" Paul asked. "You’re a girl. What’s wrong with you wearing dresses like me and Ann?"

"I wasn’t born a girl, hon." Pam said with her back to the wall on this question. "I was born a boy like you. I didn’t wear dresses just to get into a special school like you do, but because I wanted to grow up to be the mom I became."

"Can I be a mom too?" Paul asked.

"We’ll talk about it with you father when you’re older." Pam said as she fixed them dinner. After which she was glad to kick off her shoes and relax in her favorite chair while rubbing and flexing her nylon webbed toes. "Paul’s become more and more like me by the day," she sighed.

 

Pam could hear the kids pillow fighting in their shared bedroom as she changed into her black spaghetti strap nightgown that reached all her feet to the point that she’d almost trip when she walked.

"Tell us a story." The kids came running into her room. Ann was in her pink ankle length nightgown while Paul was in a similar blue one. "One from when you were a little kid."

"Okay...okay." Pam smiled as the kids climbed into bed with her. "One story from when I was in school, then it’s off to bed for the both of you."

"One of the best times of my life was when I was in the ballet play at the age of eight." Pam said as they laid with their heads against her upper torso. She slowly rubbed the back of her kids heads and looked back and fourth at each of them as she talked.

"How are things going?" Jane asked as she stepped into the dressing room Phoebe had set up for the girls wearing a white tee shirt with blue horizontal stripes, white shorts and black one inch sandals. Pam had checked his nails for chips and need for polish repair in his pink tutu and toe shoes. He loved how his hair looked in a bun and being treated as a daughter. Crystal and the other girls were all in brown leotards and toe shoes with green tights.

"It would be better if I had gotten to be the fairy instead of an elf." Janet complained as the other girls sighed. They were exhausted of Janet’s complaints that Pam had gotten the short straw to be the fairy.

"Are they descent?" A familiar voice said as the door suddenly shut. Pam listened to Wilson’s voice talking to his mothers.

"It doesn’t matter." Jane said. "Men aren’t allowed in their."

"Isn’t he dreamy?" Pam sighed as he thought to himself. "After my operation, I’m going to marry that man."

"It’s great how you talk Wilson into being Santa in our show." Crystal said as they couldn’t talk their boyfriends into it."

"Thanks, girlfriend." Pam smiled as he admired his fairy wings attached to the back of his outfit. "It’s great to have someone care for you as much as my mom and Wilson does for me."

"Everybody on stage for rehearsals." Phoebe said as the girls piled out in a straight line. Pam blushed at the sight of Wilson winking at him from behind his false Santa whiskers. Pam watched from off stage as Wilson got up on the thrown while the others got into place by work benches of toys.

"Are you ready?" Phoebe asked as she hooked up a wire to the back of Pam’s costume. "This will enable you to fly on cue."

"Ready whenever you are." Pam smiled as she watched the other girls singing Christmas songs while they pretended to build toys. As Wilson put down his list of good child names, he pretended to walk from one room of his imaginary castle to another.

"Ho-Ho-Ho." Santa Wilson cried. "I see we are ahead in our toy making this year my little elves."

"Hard at work, Santa." Joan said as the girls began their routine around Wilson’s padding made belly of jelly. When they were done the act it would be time for Pam to finish his solo. He only hoped that his movements on cue would be as good as his friends since they’ve been doing ballet for more than a few months, unlike him. They were joined in by some girls that Pam had first met in class. Playing dancing Christmas trees they were dressed in green and decorations.

The rehearsals were no problem. As the girls finished their routine on the night of the play; however, Pam felt the gentle hand of Phoebe touching his should. He took a deep breath as he felt himself raised on a cable into the air and moved out on stage as a flying fairy.

"Greetings Santa." Pam said with a smile. "Fear not, for my magic will keep the night clear for you sleigh ride."

"I’m so proud." Jane said in the audience with a tear as she sat in a green tea shirt and blue jeans with black open toe shoes with matching belt. She didn’t even notice Pam’s concern about having to be careful not to get tangle in his flight rope as he posed and dance on his toes with the elves.

The ride home from the ballet studio was pleasant to say the least. After all that had happened since Pam was first asked out to the Halloween party by Wilson, he truly knew he was doing the right thing. A mother and daughter bond that would last the two the rest of their lives.

"That’s a wonderful story." Ann yawn sleepily. Pam carried her children one at a time to their bedroom. She had just finished tucking them in when the sound of a ringing phone got her attention.

"Hello, dear." Pam said sweetly with a chuckle. "Yes… the ‘girls’ are both asleep in bed. I really miss my honey bear. I look forward to seeing you in the morning."

The next day the whole family went to the beach. The kids especially looked cute with Ann’s pink bikini going with her ruby nails and Paula’s yellow and blue polka dot bikini with his blue nails.

"Nice sandcastle you’re building." Pam smiled.

"It’s a sand church." Paula said. "When we grow up which one of us will get you’re wedding dress mom?"

"I think you’re father was planning on Ann wearing it," Pam replied.

"It doesn’t make a difference to me as seeing the old saying been re-written to be like mother like son." Wilson said as he rolled on his stomach on the beach towel.

"You know?" Pam asked.

"I knew when we were dating." Wilson said. "Didn’t you know that I knew?"

"I was always so afraid of you finding out and not liking me anymore that I guess I never did notice." Pam said as she felt ashamed of herself. She reached down and gave him a kiss.

"I just want our kids to live as happily as us." Wilson said before falling asleep in the sun.

"We all will, dear." Pam smiled. "We all will."

 

THE END

 

 

 

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