A story of fiction from my imagination.

 

Then She Made Four 2

by

Paul G Jutras

 

"Paula, will you come up to the front desk." Becky's voice came over the store intercom. Paul (a) walked up to the front of the store in a work uniform that included a red shirt, black skirt and hose along with black sneakers. Paul (a) always felt sorry for Becky for being born female yet being large enough that one would expect the word Good Year Blimp across her chest, while he was born male and looked lovely as a girl.

"Would you help Brandon shop?" Becky asked. "He broke his leg on the ski slopes over Christmas and we've help him shop while he wait to get of his crotches.

"Sure." Paul (a) felt his heart beat in his chest. As Brandon got out his list, he started off in one of the electronic shopping carts while Paul (a) pushed a regular shopping class pass many male and female shoppers. While some of the older women were in dresses and heels, must of the younger ones were in jeans or tee shirts and shorts. A few had their sons or daughters shopping with them.

Paul (a) heart sank as Brandon picked out a box of chocolates. He wondered who Brandon would give them to. To his surprise Brandon stopped Paul (a) from setting it into the shopping cart. "They're for you. Sort of a happy Valentine Day a day early for you."

"You know my cast comes off tomorrow." Brandon said sweetly. "If the fridge at the dorm wasn't bare, I wouldn't be out today doing this. Now I'm glad I did."

"Thanks." Paul (a) smiled. Sure he was four years older than him. But that cute face of his was something that would make women in Hollywood go crazy. He couldn't help but blush as he helped Brandon to the car.

"Here you go." Brandon smile.

"I can't take a tip." Paul (a) protested.

"Then take my phone number and keep in touch." He said as he gave Paul (a) a kiss on the side of the face that made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. Brandon had already left when he realized he accepted the phone number.

"How was work today?" Sydney asked as Paul (a) seeing that her daughter had an expression of feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Dreamy." Paul (a) smiled.

"Sound great." Sydney said in a blue dress and stepping her bare feet into a pair of matching pumps. "Glad it was… dreamy."

"Sorry mom." Paul (a) blushed. "There was this guy and he's really cute."

"Sounds like how I described your father." Sydney said as she slung her purse over her shoulder. "I forgot dessert and will be back with ice cream shortly. "You get to your home work young lady and maybe I'll see about inviting him to your birthday."

"Thanks, mom," Paul (a) said, not sure if he should feel happy, embarrassed or a little of both. He went up stairs, kicked off his shoes and laid on his stomach on them bed. With his knees bent he rubbed his nylon coated feet together and felt the soreness flow out of his tired feet.

He got his homework out of his American Princess blue and pink bag with flowers all over it; opened his pink princess notebook and sharpen his Barbie pencil to work with.

With his homework done, Paul (a) stood before a full length wall mirror and held up blouses and skirts to see what he wanted to wear on his big cast off date with Brandon. He had been on hormones for some time now and his natural breasts and figure had made him quite the looker. With the hormones costing him $100 a month he needed the job he got to help with his transformation.

"How are you doing, Brandon?" Paul (a) said the next day as he knocked on the hospital room door.

"You're just in time for my checking out." Brandon said as he eyed Paul (a) 's curves in a green short sleeve dress than reached almost his ankles and zipped up the back, black hose; which darken the shade of his pink toe polish, and black open toe heels with ankle straps. "You're so good at driving my wheelchair, would you do the honors?"

"I'd love to dear." Paul (a) smiled.

"Good to see you again, Paula." A tall black man in a white coat said as Paul (a) ran into him in the hall. "I see the HRT has worked well with you."

"Thank you Dr. Dave." Paul (a) smiled. "This here is Brandon. He just got the cast off his broken leg today."

"And a lovely couple you make too." Dr. Dave said as he got a hug from Paul (a) and proceeded to push Brandon out to the parking lot.

"I'll help you into my car, Brandon." Paul (a) smiled with embarrassment.

"What's this about HRT?" Brandon asked. "You're not sick are you?"

"It's like this." Paul (a) sighed and told his new friend his whole life story. Brandon sat quietly and listened Paul (a) even reached into his purse and pulled put the refill bottle he picked up before Brandon. That he had his last one that morning after he got up.

Much to Paul (a) surprise, he still wanted to go have lunch with him. He just preferred to wait to touch him from the waist down until after the operation. With Brandon leg still tender only slow dancing was allowed so Paul (a) could support him.

When Paul (a) got home with Brandon he was surprise to see Barbie paper plates, party hats, napkins and balloons. Even the gifts were in Barbie wrapping paper. "Surprise Sydney and Paul (a) childhood friends cheered.

"It's the Barbie birthday you always dreamed of, dear." Sydney said as Paul (a) blushed with embarrassment and joy.

"Thanks, mother." Paul (a) hugged her and offered Brandon the first piece of strawberry pink frosted cake.

 

THE END

 

 

 

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