The Small Ad

by Samantha Michelle Davies

  

Part 3

  

It was three days after Christmas before I returned to London. I had pleaded that I needed to do some work for my exams (true) but I was in serious need of being milked and only Babs would do.

I called out to her when I arrived home. There was no reply so I thought she was probably out fundraising or something similar. I went up to my room to unpack. There was a uniform laid out for me on my bed. It was a maid's uniform complete with cap, short skirt and heels. The heels worried me, as I had never worn any before. Babs had apparently got some in my size before Christmas or was she the same size as me?

I put my things away and decided to surprise her by getting dressed. This was probably the thing's I needed for my first lesson so I might as well start now.

I undressed and put the knickers on. They were satin and felt nice against my skin. Then came the Bra. Babs had left some inserts on the bed so I fitted them inside the bra. Not bad I thought. Next I put on the suspender belt. There were six fasteners instead of the usual four. Nice touch I thought.

Next I sat down on the edge of the bed and started to put the stockings on. They looked awful. The stockings were great but the hairy legs were really bad. The hairs had to go so I undressed and found a twin bladed razor and headed for the shower.

I had done my legs when I realised there was lots of other hair that needed to go as well so, it was a well wrinkled Simon who emerged from the shower almost half an hour after going in.

This time my dressing was much more successful. I then put the heels on. They were at least 3 inches and so I was over 6ft tall at last. Next makeup. I was an almost amateur at this but I had a go anyway. I looked at the finished result. Not bad I thought. Ok Girl. Lets go and take on the world. Well not quite but you know what I mean.

Then I was lost for what to do next. I decided to clean the house as this would give me plenty of practice walking around in the heels.

It was dark by the time I had finished and there was still no sign of Babs. This must be a rich client. I fixed myself something to eat and sat down to take the weight off my aching feet. My first day in heels was something I would never forget. I went downstairs to wait for Babs to come home.

I must have dozed off as I was disturbed by the phone ringing. I got up and tottered into the hallway to answer it.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Is that the household of Barbara Daniels?" asked a female voice.

Barbara Daniels? I thought then it got into my thick head 'Babs'.

"Who is asking this question please?"

"This is Sister Carol Stephens calling from the Casualty Department of the West London Hospital."

"Yes this is her home" I said with some urgency.

"I think you had better come to the hospital straight away. She has been brought in to the Department and is refusing treatment until we contacted you."

"Are her injuries serious?" I asked even more concerned.

"I cannot give that information over the phone. If you would come to the department then I am sure she would be very pleased to see you. If you ask for me personally when you arrive. One last thing, I recognised that Barbara is a fellow member of the NSA so I will be taking personal care of her", said the nurse.

I was momentarily stunned at hearing the Babs had been 'spotted' but relieved that it was apparently someone like Babs.

"Ok I will be there as soon as possible" I muttered and hung up.

I raced up the stairs and promptly fell over my own feet. Bloody heels. I kicked them off and ran into my room. I had almost put my coat on when I realised I would look stupid going out like this. This was no time for my debut outside trip as a woman. I forced myself to sit down in front of the mirror and start removing the makeup. That done, I removed the dress and bra but left the stockings and other underwear. I pulled on a shirt, socks and trousers. Slid into some shoes and grabbing my winter coat I headed for the door. Stop. No money. I went back and picked up my wallet and keys from the table. I had everything so I left the house.

I had a good 5-minute walk to the main road. While I was walking as fast as I could I checked the wallet. I was short of cash so I stopped at the bank on the main road to use the ATM before hailing a Taxi to take me over to West London. I urged the driver to hurry.

"Sorry Mate! This is as fast as I dare to go round here. There's too many bloody speed cameras to risk losing my license by going faster" was his only comment.

At least the roads were fairly free of traffic due to the fact that it was after 1:00am by the time the Taxi pulled up at the hospital. 55quid it cost me. I raced into the Casualty Department and was immediately caught up in officialdom. They wanted to know if I was her next of kin. If not then they could not help me. I kept asking for Sister Carol. The receptionist would only say that the sister was busy and it would be highly unlikely for the sister to phone someone about a patient as that was her job.

I was really angry by now. I could see that the security guard had noticed the altercation between us and was coming over to sort it out.

At that moment, a nurse came out of the treatment area and called the name of a patient. I saw from her name tag that it was Sister Carol. I called out.

"Sister. You called up about one of your patients. This idiot behind the desk is refusing to let me speak to you about her"

"Are you Simon?" she said calmly.

"Yes" I pleaded.

"Come with me" she said as she took my arm and led me into the treatment area. She literally walked me into a side room where I saw Babs lying in bed. It was obvious that she had been severely beaten up.

"Babs!" I cried.

"Shhh. Simon. She is resting now but you can see that she is badly injured"

She sat me down and asked me bluntly.

"Ok what's the real story about her? Or should I say him?. I have seen some good drag queens in my time and some who have changed their sex but she is something else. To be frank I wouldn't mind having that in my bed on a regular basis"

She knew about Babs.

"How many know?" I asked.

"Just me and the Doctor. I intend to keep it that way especially, from that receptionist. She hates men and is a radical lesbian. Barbara would incur her complete loathing."

I relaxed a bit and told her that we lived together.

"Are you in training?" she said quietly.

She certainly was direct. I later learnt that this is a common thing amongst the NSA fraternity.

"Today was supposed to be my first day. My legs ache from wearing heels" I replied quietly.

She put her hand on my legs and smiled.

"I think your first lesson can be called a success if that is a stocking top I feel through your trousers"

I am sure I resembled a cooked beetroot after that but I felt relieved that we were not alone.

"Simon, I do have some bad news about Barbara though. The person who did this obviously knew the truth about her. He cut one of her balls off. He had a go at the other one but he got disturbed. I think he wanted to cut her dick off but gladly, he did not get that far. If I or any other NSA members get hold of him we will make him eat his own dick for dinner. He is an absolute Bastard."

I thought I had already received all the bad news for the evening but this really took the biscuit. I felt a huge amount of anger welling up inside me. I wanted to be part of the lynch mob.

The Sister recognized my anger. She took hold of my hand and said quietly.

"Leave the hunt for this Bastard to the NSA and the Police. Your job is to be a real sister and mother to Barbara. She is going to heed a lot of help from you in the coming weeks if not months"

"Months!" I gasped.

"Yes my girl it will probably take months before she is ready to commit herself to the next phase"

"What do you mean 'the next phase'?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious. Due to the damage she will probably be able to function as a man, I think she will have to become like me, have a vagina" she said in a matter of fact sort of way.

"Does she know?"

"Not the full extent of the damage but, in general terms yes. The doctor told her and then gave he a sedative."

"What's going to happen next?"

She looked at her watch.

"She will be coming round in a couple of hours. Then we will run some more tests and if all goes well, she will be going to theater at about 5:00am. The surgeon is going to try to save the one remaining testicle. If that goes well she should be able to converse with the police about 9:00am this morning."

I looked downhearted.

She held my hand and said "Look, I go off shift at six. I will stay until she comes round"

"Thank you for your help" I replied quietly.

"Its my job and also my life. It takes a lifetime of commitment to be one of us" she said reassuringly.

I smiled my thank you. Words were not needed.

We sat quietly for a while just being their for her.

A nurse stuck her head round the door and said

"Sister, Mr. Warren has arrived"

"He's the Consultant Surgeon. Barbara is going to be in good hands" said the sister as she got up to go and meet the new arrival.

I continued holding one of Barbara's hands and gently caressing it while my thoughts drifted off into planning some evil revenge of the person who had done this to her.

I was slowly aware that Barbara was now gripping my hand rather than me gripping her. I looked up and saw that she was semi conscious once more.

"Simon. I'm glad you came" she whispered.

"Don't say anything. It will only tire you more" I whispered back.

"Simon, there is something you have to do for me" she said ignoring my advice.

"I'll do anything I can to help you get better"

"There is a large envelope in the top drawer on my dressing table. You are to open it. The money is for you. You are going to need it to look after me. There also some photos. Give them to the police. They are of the man who did this"

"I will Barbara. Now get some rest"

"Promise me you will do this today!" she was persistent alright.

"Yes Barbara. I promise. I will do that for you when I get home"

"No!" there was more force in her voice but I could tell it was a strain.

"The sister told me the extent of my injuries and that I will be operated on soon. So there is nothing you can do then. So go home and get those pictures. Don't delay or the bastard could do it to someone else"

"I will do it for you. I promise. Now get some rest" she closed her eyes once more.

Some time later the Sister and a tall very well built man came into the room.

"This is Mr. Warren. He is going to operate on Barbara."

"Hello Simon. Sister has told me all about Barbara and please understand that I will do everything I can to repair the damage she has received. I intend to operate within the hour. Did Barbara ever discuss becoming like Sister Carol here?"

I was shocked at his question. The Sister came to my rescue.

"Don't worry Simon, he did my operation and is one of us!" she added in a matter of fact sort of way.

"Yes Simon I am a sissy to. I might not look like it but I live as a woman every weekend. I know that I can't easily pass as a woman in the street but I prefer to be in the background helping the NSA cause whenever I can"

I felt relieved at this news. Were there really sissies everywhere?

He went on to outline the operation and the choices he would face when he understood the full extent of the damage to Barbara. He then left to get the team prepared for the operation. Sister arranged to get Barbara moved to another ward in the hospital. I felt a little like a sore thumb so I told the sister that I was going home to get some things for Barbara.

"That's a good idea Simon. I will stay with her after the operation until you return"

I walked out of the hospital into a grey misty dawn and spent the last of my money on a taxi back to Tottenham.

When I got home I looked for the envelope. It was right where she said it would be. I opened it and took out the money. There was over a thousand pounds in it. I looked at the pictures. These had been taken on the day I first saw Barbara, when she was being attacked in London. The pictures had been captured from CCTV cameras. They were good enough so that I could recognize the man who was attacking her. I had seen the face before but I could not remember exactly where.

I went upstairs and took a long shower before getting dressed and having something to eat. I was probably going to be at the hospital all day so I wanted to be prepared. I was just about to leave when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Hello Simon." Said a man's voice.

"Who is it?"

"You don't know me or my organization but we don't like Sissies and what you represent. We did that to your friend last night. I'm sorry that we could not finish the job. We know all about you. You do look a sight in that maid's outfit. You could be next." Then he hung up.

I dialed '1471' to see if I could get the callers number.

"The caller withheld their number" said the BT voice. I noted the time of the call and sat down to think. One thing was certain, was that I needed help. I could not tackle this on my own. There was only one thing for it.

I took a deep breath and picked up the phone and dialed my parents number. Dad answered the phone.

"Hello Dad"

"Hello Simon, what wrong?" he asked.

"Why should there be something wrong?" I asked.

"You don't call your parents at this time in the morning without there being something wrong." He said bluntly.

"Dad. You know I told you about my Landlady Barbara"

"Yes. Go on"

I took another breath.

"She is not my Landlady but really my Landlord. She is really a man but has tits and lives like a woman. She got horribly beaten up last night and her testicles were almost cut off. She is being operated on right now. I am so worried about her."

"Phew son that is quite a story."

"Wait dad there's more. A few minutes ago, I got a phone call from someone who said that he and his friends did it and that I could be next."

"That is serious. What do you want me to do?" He asked. I could already hear his brain springing into action.

"These people need to be stopped."

"I agree." He paused and then carried on.

"Simon, I have to ask you one question?"

Oh God, here it comes.

"Your mother and I have known about your little secret for some time but we always knew that you would sort it out for yourself. Are you like Barbara?"

"Yes Dad I am like Barbara." There was no point in hiding it.

"I can tell that you are certain about this so then here is my plan" he replied.

I was mightily relieved that he seemed to accept is so easily. He went on to explain what he was going to do.

"And we will see you at the hospital later in the day. Which hospital was it again."

I told him and we said our goodbyes.

The feeling of relief that came over me was fantastic. Why had I not done it before? He was so understanding and sympathetic that for once, I actually looked forward to seeing him and my mother later in the day.

I put on my coat and left the house carrying some of Babs' things in a small bag. I took the tube over to the Hospital and went in search of Sister Carol. I found her sitting half asleep by the side of Barbara's bed. I gently woke her and asked her about the operation.

"It was not very good. Mr. Warren had to remove the other testicle. Now she has none poor girl"

I was very sad at this piece of news.

"Does she know yet?"

"No but she should be coming round shortly. I think we should wait until she is a bit more lucid before I get Mr. Warren to explain it to her."

"It will be a great shock"

"Yes and she will need someone to be strong for her"

"I hope I can be strong enough for the both of us"

She smiled

"I am sure you are. We Sissies have to be very resilient or we would have died out long ago"

I told her about the phone call. She looked very concerned and said that she had never heard anything like that before.

By now Barbara was showing signs of coming round. Sister went off to find the Surgeon. I held her hand and spoke nice comforting things to her. She soon was pretty awake.

"Did you get the money and the pictures?" she asked.

"Yes. But that's a lot of Money"

"You will need it if we are going to get through this. There is plenty more available if it is needed."

The Sister returned with Mr. Warren. He sat down and gently but in a matter of fact way told Barbara the results of the operation.

She tried to hold back the tears but could not for long. I comforted and consoled her.

There was one positive bit of news.

"One thing I was able to do Barbara and that was to save a sample of your sperm. It is now frozen and is yours to use as you see fit. I have some papers for you to sign later today to make if all formal. We can't have these Sissy Genes dying out now can we."

It was then that she realised that the Surgeon was a real friend. He added.

"If at sometime in the future you decide to go the whole way and get a vagina I will be honored to perform the operation for you. Due to the injuries you have received there will be no problem getting this paid for by the Health System. No get some rest and I will look in on you later in the day"

She managed a small smile and nodded at him. There was a lot of angst welling up inside her. I was sure a good old fashioned scream would have helped but you don't do that sort of thing in a British Hospital.

I sat there talking niceties until another Nurse came in and asked if she was ready to talk to the police about last night.

"Yes I am"

I got up to leave.

"Please Stay Simon. I need you here with me."

Two police officers in plain clothes were ushered in a Sergeant and an Inspector. After they introduced themselves, they started to ask Babs about the incident. I could tell that mentioning the injuries was proving a bit embarrassing to them. They were both men and by their awkwardness, they were not sissies. At the appropriate point I gave them the photographs. This was not all good news as this complicated their case greatly. I told them about the phone call I had received earlier in the day. This angered Barbara greatly.

Barbara was by now, feeling tired so I told them that they should probably come back later. As they left, I left the room with them. I caught them up in the corridor.

"Inspector, There is one further thing you should be aware of".

"What is that sir?"

I pulled out my wallet and showed him a business card.

"This is my Father. He will have no doubt been on the phone to the Comissioner already. What I am saying is, that this case will be visible throughout the Force and will not be brushed under the carpet. I'm sure you don't need me to say more"

"Thank you for that information. At least it won't be a surprise when our superior tells us that the Old-Boy network is alive and kicking"

With that they left. At least they would have some time to prepare a plan before they got back to their station.

I returned to Barbara.

"What did you say to the police?" she asked.

"I told them that this case could not be brushed under the carpet. I told them about my father"

"Who is your father?"

"He is a High Court Judge. I don't tell many people. Only two people at work know about him. I use my mother's maiden name to disguise the fact. It's not because I'm not proud of him but I needed to make my own way in the world"

"You are a sly person!" she said with a glimmer of a smile.

Babs shut her eyes and soon her deep breathing indicdated that she was asleep. I took the opportunity to get something to drink. As I returned to the ward, I saw my parents arriving.

I showed them into the room where Babs was lying. I told them everything about how we had met, her job and us. My Mother was shocked at first but then realized that I was really doing something that I wanted to do and was happy about. We discussed the interview with the police and dad just nodded. He agreed that I had carried out his instructions properly. He excused himself and went to make some phone calls.

My mother took this opportunity to speak to me.

"Simon, Why didn't you talk to us about your real desires?"

"Mum! I just couldn't. Until I met Babs I didn't know what I wanted. She opened my eyes to another way of life. One that I want to follow with all my heart. I love Babs and I want to care for her and importantly share my life with her."

"If you are sure my dear" she said.

"Yes mother I am sure. If I wasn't sure I would have walked away from this last night"

I felt Barbara squeeze my hand.

I turned and saw that she was awake and had a slight slime on her face.

I smile back and reached over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Hello" she said still somewhat sleepily.

"Hello yourself" I replied.

"Hello Barbara. I'm Susan, Simon's mother." Added my mother.

"Simon?" said Barbara

"It's all right Babs. She knows all about us. My father does as well. He is here somewhere" I replied gently and gripped her hand a bit tighter.

A faint not of understanding was her only reaction.

My Father came back a short time later. I introduced him to Babs. I could see his genuine concern for her condition in his face. This was a side to him that I had never seen before.

"I am going to make sure that the bastards who did this are put behind bars for a long long time my dear. I look forward to meeting you in better circumstances." He looked at my Mother.

"When you get out of here we would like to offer you a place to get well again. No strings but you will be made welcome" He smiled and continued.

"And your lady friend here is also most welcome but she will have to get something to wear before she does but, if our son wants for come he is welcome as well."

It took me a few seconds before what he had said to sink in. He was going to welcome me as a woman.

I then did something that I never thought possible. I got up and hugged my father. I almost kissed him but something in me said that would not really be appropriate.

I turned back to Babs and said

"What do you think Babs?"

"I think it is a good idea Simon but we need to give you a different name"

I smiled happily as at least this was temporarily getting her injuries off her mind.

"I don't know. I think I will let you give me one" I replied.

"I will need to think on that"

We talked some more before a nurse came in and said that the Consultant was coming to see Babs and that we would have to leave and that Barbara would need to take a knap after the visit as we were tiring her out.

I went over a kissed her on the lips for a few seconds. I told her that I would be back later on in the evening. My parents said their goodbyes as well and we all left the hospital.

My father drove us all over to Tottenham. While my mother prepared some food I went and got changed. She had hinted that she would like to see me dressed up. I tried to put her off but my mother was like all others in that when they get an idea in their head there is no shifting it.

I dressed in the Maid's outfit once more and applied my makeup. I had noticed that Babs had a few wigs in her bedroom so I put on one of them, slipped on the heels and went downstairs very nervously.

"Hello Mother. Hello Father" I said as I went into the sitting room.

My Fathers jaw dropped open. My mother was typically more reserved.

"I see what you mean about lacking something proper to wear but welcome to our family my daughter."

She got up and embraced me.

She took my hand and led me upstairs and sat me down in front of the dressing table. Without a word, she started working on my makeup. The result was pretty startling. I soon looked a different person.

She led me downstairs and properly presented me to my father. Then I got a shock.

"Come on Daughter of mine. We are going shopping!"

"I can't go like this!" I protested.

"Nonsense, put a coat on and no one will ever know"

We went out as mother and Daughter for the first time. She spent more on me that afternoon that she had ever done which led me to thinking 'Did she really want a daughter after all?' I didn't know but being taken out like that really broke the ice. We returned with a full set of clothes, top to bottom and inside out. I went upstairs and changed into something more suitable for hospital visiting.

The atmosphere between us that afternoon was like no other day I could remember. I spoke more to them than I think I had ever done. I was amazing. All too soon however it was time for us to return to the Hospital.

It was after 8:00pm when we got up to the ward. Babs was lying staring at the TV. I went in alone to greet her.

"Hello Babs" I said as I entered the room "How are you feeling now?"

"Simon! Is that you? Come here and let me look at you!" she said startled by my new appearance.

"I think it is time for you to give me a name. I can't very well be called Simon if I look like this not can I"

"I think so too." Replied Babs obviously cheered up no end by my appearance.

"Well what is it to be then?" I demanded.

"I name this person Joanna and god bless all who love her and are loved by her" she said jokingly.

"Its Jo not Joanna. And I will take the last bit as a compliment"

I held her hands and we just looked at each other. I signaled to my parents to come into the room.

"Mum, Dad, your daughter has been given a name. From now on I am Joanna or Jo for short."

"It suits you my dear" said my mother my father nodded his acceptance. His vote did not count as he was out numbered by the three women present.

We chatted noisily until I was time for us to leave.

I kissed Babs goodnight and said that I would be in tomorrow. Work would have to wait.

 

End of Part 3. Continued in part 4.

  

  

  

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