The New Fantasy 8

by

Paul G Jutras

 

"You plan to what?" Jack's dad screamed. "Are you out of your mind?"

Jack Staple stood before his dad in a thin, pink dress and white sweater. His face and hair was done up in a way that made him look like a pretty 21 year old girl rather than a man. Jack was lucky that even though he was 5' 8" he only weighed 145 lbs and had a rather good figure.

"Ever since I was little I knew I was meant to be a woman." Jack protested. "I let mom in on my secret when I was 18 and told her that for special occasions I would wear a skirt or dress, but would rather die than ever wear another three piece suit."

"Her response during such times as my sister's wedding and high school graduation," Jack added. "It made her sound like she would rather see me die than have a sex change operation."

"That's not true." Mrs. Staple said in tears as Jack took the knife she used to carve the Thanksgiving roast and sliced it across his arm.

"I tried for a couple years now to make mom love me for who I am." Jack said in a cold, dead tone. "From now on, your two choices are either a live daughter or a dead son. I want that to be understood."

"This is insane." Jack's dad pounded his fist into the wall and shook his head. "I can't believe what I'm hearing."

Tears filled Jack's eyes and he slipped into a pair of tongs that look normal enough when standing still but lit up when walking. He put the knife aside and headed out the door to give his parents time alone to talk and keep from cutting his own throat.

Heading down to the park, he sat down in one of the children's swings. As he began to pump he looked down at the pink polish on his toes. A tear ran down his face.

He looked up to see a large woman in a navy blue sweater pants and sandals wobble down. She was a friend of his parents and he couldn't help but think how she looked more like a man dressed as a woman than he did. He couldn't help but admire the pink dress with the puffy shoulders that her daughter wore with matching pink sandals.

He just sat there for awhile and watched men and women pass. Some were dressed up and others more simple clothes. As the sky filled with darken clouds; however, he got up and headed home.

 

By the time he got home, a downpour had already started. Since his parents had stepped out, he had to stand out in the rain until he remembered where the spare key was hidden.

A look of fear fell upon Jack's face about a hour later when he saw his parents car pull up into the drive way. His fear soon melted away when he saw the smiles on his folks' faces and packages wrapped in Barbie wrapping back in their hands.

"What's this?" Jack said in a confused state.

"Consider this day your new birthday." Jack's mom smiled as she elbowed her husband in the ribs. He just rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah," he said. "What she says."

"We had a long talk after you left." Jack's mother went on. "You've been the best child we could ask for and we can see how important and serious you truly are about this. What is important is that we're all a happy family."

"We may not understand or agree with your plans," His father added. "But we will support you if it means this much to you."

With the storm outside and the three of them staying warm inside, Janet had the most fem-tastic birthday ever. He especially like that one of the gifts was the paperwork to legally change his name.

The next day he and his mom were out shopping for a new wardrobe for Janet when a pay phone in a booth rang. Jack looked lovely in his white tee top, black shorts, brown hose and sandals. As he went into the booth and picked up the receiver he felt a surge of electricity pass through him.

"Are you okay?" Jack's mom asked as she ran over. As she grabbed hold of him, she noticed his breast forms felt different. She picked up the receiver and heard her brother's voice on the other side.

"I knew my nephew wanted to be my niece and so he made the perfect test subject." The guy sounded like a mad scientist. "There will be no more political problems in the world when the world leaders are all turned into women."

A quick inspection in the mall's ladies room proved that he was telling the truth. Janet was now a 100% real woman in every way. She was happy for both of them and the fact that her brother's plan would never work. Though the U.S. president and world leaders may find themselves with a few female secret service people and body guards.

THE END

   

  

  

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