A spilled can of paint brings a man out of the closet to his closest friends

 

Paint

by

Jill Micayla Anglin

 

I was at my friend Carl's house, helping him and his wife pack for their big move. I was getting things down from the garret in the garage when I heard a can fall. I looked up in time to see a large can of paint fall over the lid fell of and the paint covered me from head to tow.

Jolene saw what was happening and cold only stand and watch. I was drenched in like green paint and my shirt, pants, shoes and underwear were also soaked by the paint. I got off the ladder and used my shirt to wipe up what little paint that had hit the floor.

"Michael are you all right?" Jolene asked with a caring voice.

"I need to get the paint off me. Can I Use your bathroom?"

"Michael, wait right here while I go and get some clothes for you to put on so you will not traipse paint through the house."

I stood away from the garage window and removed my tee shirt, pant, shoes and socks. I felt very vulnerable. Carl as about six inches taller than me and weighed about one hundred pounds more than me. I figured his clothes were going to make me look like a child. When Jolene came back she looked at me and smiled.

"I was hoping when I choose these clothes that you would not object to them being feminine, but from the color and fact they are women's panties you are not going to have any problem."

I was wearing pink french cut lace panties. I had managed to hide the matching bra in the soiled clothes. Jolene handed me a pink towel and told me to take off the panties and she would put the clothes into the garbage as they were definitely ruined. She said even the shoes were done for and that she was sure she had some shoes that I could wear.

I removed the panties after wrapping the towel around me. I headed for the kitchen door when Jolene hollered.

"Use the guest rooms bathroom. I can lay out some clothes for you to wear around as we finish the packing for the day." I was in the shower and scrubbing the paint off when I heard the bathroom door open. "The clothes are laid out on the bed, call me when you are dressed and I can help you finish getting ready. And uh well....are you a B cup or a C cup."

Without even thinking I replied "I am a full C-cup."

A hand came through the shower curtain and a voice directed me "remove all of your body hair from the neck down, so you body will be able to breathe with out paint being attached to you body." I complied and soon I was completely hairless. I stepped out of the shower and noticed a list on the mirror. I read the list it had me pat myself dry, apply a body lotion (provided on the sink counter, use the perfumed talc. Dry my hair briskly then wrap it in a towel on my head, ensure eye brows look arched when done plucking them.

I was still in the bathroom and had on a pink bathrobe when Jolene walked in. She was smiling and said that she was now glad that the paint had fallen on me.

"I think it is great, I finally get to see you as a girl. I have seen you over here many times and could see the panty lines as well as the bra lines. Your nails were covered in clear polish and your smelled very feminine. Come into the bedroom and see what I picked for you to wear. Carl thinks I am being a bit pushy."

On the bed were a periwinkle colored bra and panty set with a matching short length slip. There was a sun dress with no sleeves in periwinkle with a floral design, periwinkle sandals. I was told to sit at the vanity ad make up my face and apply nail polish.

I was teary eyed and Jolene noticed, she looked at me quizzically .

"Jolene, you do not know how many times I wanted to tell you and Carl. Now because of a can of paint you are going to see me as Jillian. I am a bit excited about coming out and I just feel like a great weight has been lifted.

As I did my makeup, Jolene used a blow dryer and brush to style my hair. She was a beautician so she knew exactly what to do, I sat as she fussed with my hair and when she was done she handed me a necklace and pierced earrings.

"Jillian, you are so pretty you need to come out and remain as a girl. Carl is going to pop his head when he sees you. He thinks you are too much of a man to be a beautiful woman."

I stood up and she saw we were the same height. She hugged me and I embraced her and kissed her on the cheek as I hugged her.

"Jolene, are you sure Carl won't get upset. I hear him always knocking gays and transgender folks."

"I think Jillian he is afraid he may loose his masculinity, so he does those stupid things as a defense mechanism."

"Are you sure you only went to beauticians school, you sound more like a psychologist."

"To be honest Jillian I have a PhD in Psychology. I just finished my thesis and will be going into practice with the Kingler Clinic."

We walked down to the in home office where Carl was busy sealing the last box.

"Sweetie, I want you to meet a girl you know but never met." Carl turned to the both of us, Sweetie, this is Jillian she has been a guest in our home, but we never knew her until today."

"WOW, I never even figured you to be one of them. Do you love being in bed with a guy? Do you have a steady boyfriend that we are going to meet. I like women, you can tell, Jolene is a real woman. I babbling aren't I? Forgive me, I guess Ill just shut up"

"First, no I do not have a boyfriend, at least not for the moment. Yes I enjoy being with a guy in bed, I should I am a female. Women are friend to me and do not appeal as a sexual thing for me.. Yes, I know Jolene is a real female. No, I am not going to seduce you. Yes, you are babbling and I will not be returning to be masculine any time soon."

Carl came over and reached out to hug me but just froze, I moved to him and hugged him and stood on my tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you." I told him.

It remained quiet for a while and before we could do anything else the packers arrived. I looked at Carl with a blank stair.

"I called them when the paint incident occurred. I figured that since Jolene was bringing you out of the closet that as a girl you may not enjoy doing mans work in a dress. I called my friend Chuck and asked if he had anyone who could professionally pack my house and be finished by five today cold pick up and deliver to my new address within two days would get a bonus."

Jolene looked at him and then hurried to him and hugged him and kissed him on the lips. She turned to me and smiled.

"Carl, you took this well, I think Jillian and I can change into more dressy dresses and you will be our guest at dinner at Matawkens. "

"I'll be happy to take you up on that."

We watched the packers do their thing meticulously. Soon everything was in proper boxes and the packers were gone. Jolene and I went to the closet where she had put some clothes to wear.

"Since we are the same size, you can wear my white dress and I'll wear the pink dress." The dresses were identical in design but not color. The dresses had a scoop neck and a tulip hem. We were in the bedroom getting dressed at the same time.

"Jillian, when did you get breast implants?"

"These are the real deal," I said as I held them up in the cups of my hands.

"Really, when did you go on hormones?"

"Right after I was diagnosed as an inter-sexed person, about ten to twelve months ago."

"Ohhh, intersexed, I learned a lot in school. I studied transgender and intersexed I feel that I would be a good therapist for a person seeking sexual reassignment"

"I am so glad for you, working with the Kingler Clinic. I know Leslie Kingler she is my therapist, she signed my letters for surgery a month ago but told me that she dated them for a year after we began therapy. I have been dressing as a female at work and when I am not around you or Carl for fear I would lose you as friends."

"Like I told you Carl is afraid he will lose his masculinity. I was surprised when he saw you at how he reacted. When we talked earlier he was so worried what his friends would think, even though we began talking about you he managed to make it all about him. Men! You open up to them about something like this and they turn it into being all about them and their position in life. Go figure."

We both finished dressing and headed to the living room. Carl smiled and took Jolenes' hand then mine.

"I am a lucky guy, two beautiful women with me. I'll turn heads tonight when they see me with two fantabulous women."

I told them I needed to go home and get my purse. I had walked over early in the morning and had left my purse home as I did not want to be discovered. My purse help my drivers licence and other pertinent identification. It took only a few minutes to get to my place. I hurried out of the car and as I opened the door I felt a tremendous blast the sent me flying.

I do not know how long I was unconscious, but it to be awhile as I woke up staring up at a large light that was either from an operating room or emergency room. I was only awake for a few seconds and then it got dark again.

When I was finally able to open my eyes things were blurry and I could feel the soreness throughout my body. I lay quiet as my vision began to focus and I could see an open door and next to the door was a man in uniform. The cleared my vision got I saw it was a policeman standing by the door and the room had no windows. I groped for an attendance button and found a wired remote. I thought to my self why call it a remote when it is attached to a wire. Pushed call and I heard running and scampering. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by many people.

"If you are not the attending physician or nurses you need to leave the room," a booming male voice announced.

"Are you okay, of course you are okay you pushed the button, you are awake. I am Nurse Julie Kearns, I am your attending nurse. Shake your head if you understand." I tried to tell her I understood but had no voice.

"Miss Houghland, I am going to listen to your chest heart then take your pulse. Then Doctor Viet is going to talk to you. All right?" I nodded my head. "Oh by the way here are some ice chips to suck on, they will help you lubricate your throat which in turn will help you talk."

I used my hand to indicate I wanted to write something. "Not now Miss Houghland, you have just come out of a long sleep and you will have to go through therapy to get all of your muscles working."

The stethoscope was cold when it rested on my breast. I wanted to scream but knew it would be senseless.

"Very good, you breathing is finally back to normal and you heart beat is also finally back to normal."

I looked up and saw a mans face peering down at me.

"Miss Houghland, its good to see you awake. You have been through a deep trauma, we did not think you were going to make it............."

Not going to make it, what happened that I would not make it. I began to search for an answer. The only thing I could come up with is the force that knocked me into my house and the screams that went along with the force. Was it me screaming or if not me who then and where were Carl and Jolene. I am sure they would have been waiting to hear I was awake and would be here by now

"............so it has been a long ordeal for you. You do understand we did what we needed to do to keep you alive."

"Are you ready to begin a long session of physical therapy to get you back to functioning as a real person?"

I nodded my head yes. I looked at him and motioned for a tablet and a writing utensil.

"When you get back from physical therapy your hand my be able to hold a pen or pencil , we will see."

I sucked on some more ice as they rolled me to physical therapy on the Gurney. I watched the ceiling go by and knew when we were turning. I did not know where in the hospital I was but I did know when we got to physical therapy.

"Miss Houghland is here for her first therapy. Work with her so she can rejoin society as soon as possible.

I saw a face, that was very feminine looking down at me.

"Hi, I'm Peggy, I'll be your therapist as you venture back into using your muscles."

I was rolled over and she began to message me. She explained that the message would make the physical part a bit less painful. I really think they use that phrase to make you feel more at ease. In reality as a patient, it hurt a lot. I could not scream but lo and behold when I got my vocal chords lubricated I was screaming and telling Nurse Pain Maker how full of it she was She started bending my fingers as if I was doing it. I could feel the fingers being bent and pulled, it was less painful then my legs or arms..

When she began to turn my head side from side and up and down I was shaking form the pain. I do not know how long she tortured me but when I thought I was done for the day I got the news.

"Ms Houghland, now that morning session is over, Ill see you after lunch. We made such good progress this morning that this afternoon should be a cinch."

My eyes were wide open This afternoon, not again. I needed my voice back. I sucked on ice chips as quick as one melted another was replacing it. I was soon back in my room.

"Jillian Houghland, I'm detective Clayton Reynolds from fifth precinct. I want you to know we have found out who did this to you and are searching for the perpetrator as you and I speak. I know you can not talk right now so I will talk to you again when you have your voice working properly."

I had a cold milk shake for lunch, followed by a glass of ice chips. When I finished the glass of ice ships I was taken back to physical therapy. Session two was worse than one. During the session I screamed and it came out. I scared Nurse Pain Maker. She in turn screamed which brought many people running.

"I'm okay the patient screamed which startled me and so I screamed." She looked down at me and asked me to see if I could talk.

Raspily and in short soft words "It hurts like hell!"

"Take it easy Ms Houghland, you could strain the vocal chords and never speak again."

Doctor Viet arrived and we sat with me repeating words. This was a lot of short sessions. I was given warm hone to drink as we went through a ritual. Dr Viet was then replaced by Peggy who did the same routine with me as did Dr. Viet. She told me to rest my voice and we would go through tomorrow what we did today.

I was back in my room and had a modified meal of warm soup and warm water with honey in it. I fell asleep after that grand feast. In the morning Peggy came to my room to do voice exercises before I would be taken to therapy. I was able to pronounce longer words and use a bit stronger voice. I was wheeled to therapy and as I waited for Peggy I tried to move my fingers, arms, legs, and head. The pain was worse then had I let Peggy do them. I still kept at it and when she came in she stood and watched. When I felt fatigued she did the message and then moved my body extremities.

Back in my room for lunch I had a pureed broth but a bit warmer than the night meal yesterday. I was given warm tea with honey. I could feel the differences as I practiced words and when I was ready for therapy I was speaking a bit more with less rasp. I was able to move my fingers and toes on my own. I was still in pain when I tried to move arms, legs and neck.

 

I was working hard each day to gain strength in my extremities and was succeeding. I was carrying on with full conversations. And then I began to concentrate on being able to walk and use my arms.

I was at it for a while and then one day when therapy was done as I entered the room to see Detective Reynolds sitting in the visitors chair.

"I heard you can hold a conversation, and you have full movement of you arms and fingers."

"You are a busy police officer."

"How long were you undercover as a female?"

"I think that is my business."

"Not really, the guy who blew up the car with a bazooka must have thought you were getting to close to his business secrets."

"He was the man who fired the bazooka?"

"No, he hired a hitter to get you. When you went male the first time he already had people watching you."

"What was he hiding, I had discovered his trafficking drugs and a prostitution ring, but he was keeping something very well hidden that only those real close to him knew and feared retribution if they told."

"He was sending the money to help the terrorist fight in Iraq and Afghanistan."

"For that he tried to take me out. Where are my two friends who were with me?"

"They did not make it, the first round hit the car and the explosion knocked you into the house where the second round shortly after was fired."

"Carl and Jolene both dead because of me. How bad was I when they brought me in?

"Well Michael, you have finished completion of male to female. You had complete surgery. Right now you are a test to see if fallopian tubes surgically inserted will be supported by hormonal release into your blood system. For the past eighteen months you have been monitored and you are capable of being inseminated and becoming pregnant."

 

"Who are you really, a precinct detective would not even begin to know what happened to me and what type of surgery was performed."

"Michael, should I say Jillian, I am Doctor David O'Dell. I was the head physician that implanted the tubes and ovaries. Since you were an inter-sexed person and in good health we chose you to be the person to do the operation with. The reason I know what happened is the news media. One of my closest friends told me as she was being told from a friend of hers on the police force."

"So how did you manage to be here? I understand the police will not let any one but the nurse and the doctor and my physical therapist near me."

"I have connections and I received and ID stating I was a police detective."

Just as he told me, a large group of police officers rushed into the room and tackled the man as he drew out a syringe and poked it towards me. He missed as he went flying and the needle fell to the floor.

As the man struggled, I was put into a wheel chair and moved out of the hospital. I was put into a police van and it headed away from the hospital.

I saw my two friends Carl and Jolene sitting on a bench. They smiled at me and moved to be next to the wheel chair.

I told them I thought they were dead. Carl told me he was to macho to die.

"When I saw that guy with the bazooka Jolene and I jumped out of the car and rolled towards the back and as missile hit the car we were behind your neighbors car. We both saw you get thrown into the house and then we heard a second shot. We remained where were and as police arrived we identified ourselves."

"Carl and I were in the same precinct, so he knew that no one even knew who was hurt or killed. The investigators decided to force the killers hand. He apologized for using me as bait but the room was bugged and monitored."

Jolene smiled at me. "Jillian, you did go through a lot. I feared you were going to die. I worried, you were finally out to us and in the same day we were sure we lost you."

We were transferred to several different vehicles before we arrived at a different hospital. Jill was assigned to my as my mental therapist and Carl was listed as a doctor so he could be near me at all times. I was not out of the woods as far as being a target was.

Peggy arrived at the hospital and said she had been assigned to keep working with me. I thought it unusual as no one knew where I was supposed to be. I let Carl know what I thought was suspicious.

Carl informed me Peggy was an undercover police officer, who was a physical therapist before becoming a police officer/

"Too many people in disguise, it is so that I do not trust anyone. " I was frustrated because I did not know who was who.

Peggy was better with me this time, she did not know I was also an officer of the law. I was able to start a walking regimen and improved.

"Jillian, can I ask you a question?

"As long as it is not hard to answer."

"Are you related to Officer Michael Jon Houghland whose house was blown up?

"Yes I am, I was in the house when it was hit by the bazooka."

"Were the two of you very close?"

"Yes we were, I often wore his clothes and he more than not seemed to wear mine more and more until he became me."

"HUH?"

"Peggy, I was Michael and had been getting ready for Sexual Reassignment Surgery. I went undercover as a female and waitressed for almost two years at The Fleeced Sheep restaurant. It was there that I discovered drug trafficking and prostitution were the main part of the business. What I did not know but was trying to find out what else the owner was involved in."

"You know, you are a very beautiful woman. I always saw you as a man I could fall in love with. Now I am going to try and be a good friend with you as Carl and Jolene are. Are you happier since you changed to being female?"

"I cannot answer that as I was out of it for the past eighteen months. I have just come out of a coma and I was close to being murdered. No one has a picture of me. Those that saw me are people in my life that I trust. The guy who tried to kill me at the last hospital died by being stabbed with a shiv while in city jail waiting to be processed. So my secret is safe the plastic surgeon did a wonderful job."

It was six more months after I woke up from the coma that I was released from the hospital. I share an apartment with Peggy McIntyre. She and I ride patrol together. My name Jillian Lynne Houghland has been official. I visit the grave of an empty casket once a month on the day Michael supposedly died. The owner of the fleeced sheep was arrested and tried. He is now in a federal prison in solitary confinement.

Carl and Jolene have three children a boy Michael Jon Viden, Jillian Lynne and Jolene Lacy Viden twin girls. I usually babysit them at least once a week.

The trip from the first day with my therapist until now has not been a typical real life test for a transgender person or inter-sexed person to go through. I survived because I had friends who were there for me and I gained a new friend that I trust immensely with my life as her partner in a police car.

The true road to happiness for a person going through surgery is a support ring of friends who are close to you. Those that mind do not matter, those that matter do not mind. With that adage it makes it easier to have support from people who matter.

  

  

  

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