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The Women's Job - Part 34 - The Final Part
🕑 Added 2021-05-23 06:12:48 +0000 UTCI slept late Saturday morning. I didn't want to get up and face the day. I still felt so terrible after fighting with Christy last night. It was very late when I got dressed and called the cab to come and take me home. I'd disappointed her in a way I never imagined I could. She'd disappointed me too. It wasn't until we fought that I learned that it wasn't really me that she cared about, but the novelty of having someone like me dress up and take to her bed. I cried for the longest time when I got home. I still loved her and really believed that she'd never speak to me again. We both said some awfully hateful things to each other. Something that neither of us would soon forget.
I moped around my room until almost noon, feeling sorry for myself.
"You want to tell me about it?" Connie asked, poking her head into the room.
I did, and I didn't. "Come in."
We plopped down beside each other on the side of the bed. I told her what happened. She'd heard me come in last night and knew I was upset, but I couldn't talk about it then. Now, after having some time to think, I told her about the fight.
"Don't be too hard on her, Sweetheart. It may take a little time before she's willing to accept you as a young woman."
Maybe she was right.
I had just about given up on Jack when he called, a little after three that afternoon.
"I feel terrible that I've ignored you all week. I finished the brief an hour ago. Can I take you out to dinner tonight?", He asked.
"Nothing would please me more," I replied without hesitation.
We spent almost the entire weekend together. We had dinner at a really nice restaurant Saturday night and then went back to his house after. We both just wanted time alone with each other. Nothing happened, other than our usual necking and petting. As much as I wanted him.
The four of us went to church together Sunday morning. Virginia thought Jack was a great guy, and Connie appreciated him too. I was so thrilled that they approved of him.
It was my idea to go visit Karen. I hadn't seen her in so long. It had been a month since Jack had visited his sister. He had other ideas for how we should spend the day, but I talked him into it. I really liked Karen. She was someone I wanted to be closer to.
Having Jack, made it easier for me to let Christy go. I still thought of her often, but that was in the past.
I felt guilty leaving Connie and Virginia alone on Thanksgiving Day, but they insisted I would spend it with Jack and his family. I agreed only when they offered an alternative. Virginia and Connie would prepare another special dinner on Sunday, and I'd bring Jack there with me. Those two women were more special to me than any family member I'd ever known. They were my family.
Thanksgiving had other significance for me besides being a holiday. It marked the end of my abstinence. I was so excited that I would finally be able to fulfill my greatest desire.
It was a very long day. I enjoyed meeting the rest of his family, his mother, and his father. I didn't know if it was Karen's influence or what, but they seemed to accept me without hesitation. His dad was a lot like Mr. Peterson, from church. He was an older man, older than I'd pictured he'd be, and he was such a tease. You had to like him the instant you met him.
His mom was really sweet. I didn't expect a hug as I walked in the door. She asked a lot of questions about me, but that was expected. Jack was her little boy. I learned a great deal about him from her that day.
As we were leaving that evening, she took me aside. "I just want you to know that I'm very pleased that my Jack found you. I really hope that you'll be part of our family one day."
Karen heard her and chastised her on the spot. "She already is, Mom." We hugged.
It was hard to contain myself on the way home. I was excited. I was nervous. And I was a little scared. I knew there was the possibility that I would disappoint Jack.
How many times had I imagined us finally making love? I'd pictured it in my mind, each time refining how I'd approach it, what I'd do and what Jack's reactions would be. Now that the moment was almost at hand, I prayed that I would please him. My future with Jack depended on what would happen this evening. I was convinced of that.
"I don't want to go home. Can we go to your house?" I replied when Jack asked me what I wanted to do. It was only eight o'clock as we passed the interstate loop, approaching Atlanta.
"That's fine." Jack agreed with a smile.
I looked at him and smiled back. He thought he knew what I was thinking. He thought I just wanted some intimate time with him.
I left my coat on the chair in the living room and went straight to the kitchen, and put together a small pot of coffee. I knew Jack liked a cup when we got home about this time. We'd spent quite a few evenings at his house, and making myself at home in his kitchen was only one of the many liberties I was used to in his place.
As always, while I made his coffee, he got comfortable and put on music. Next to each other on the couch, Jack sipped his coffee, and we talked. We usually eased into kissing and holding each other after he finished his coffee.
It was an awkward moment. We kissed innocently for a moment, then I drew back.
"Is something wrong?" Jack asked.
“No, Honey. Everything's great. I had a wonderful day.” I just wasn't sure how to tell him what I wanted. All the words I'd practiced, the speech I'd rehearsed, seemed so inappropriate now.
“Do you feel all right?”
He was so sensitive and caring. He was great. “I never felt better,” I told him with a loving smile. I stroked his cheek tenderly.
He had this puzzled look on his face like, 'then what's wrong?'
I took his strong masculine hand in both of mine. I looked down at it and stroked it. "I don't want to wait any longer," I said, looking up into his beautiful hazel eyes.
He was quiet for a minute. His fingertips touched my cheeks tenderly, touching me the way he knew I enjoyed. "Jen, I don't think we should."
I expected just that reaction. I would have been disappointed if he reacted any other way.
"I've been thinking a lot about it lately, and I want you to make love to me." I'd been thinking of little else. I knew he wanted me too. I'd seen it so many times in those passionate moments we shared.
He looked so worried. "There's nothing I like more," Jack admitted. "I'm just not sure it's right."
I stood up, still holding his hand. "It's right," I assured him, coaxing him to stand up.
Jack stood, still appearing reluctant.
"Take me to your bed," I said softly.
He picks me up, holding me in his hands like a baby. The moment of my life has finally come, he gently lay me down on the bed.
In no time we started kissing, the kiss was very soft and gentle, the best kiss I ever had. Smooching out our tongue, my nervous feeling was gone. Our kissing ended up with my lipstick on his lips which was looked so cute. Then he slowly started taking off my clothes; I was feeling like this all was happening in slow motion, taking off my dress, then very slowly removing my bra, and he gently started massaging my not-so-big boobs, kissing them, squeezing them. I was getting all hard.
Now it was time, he went downside, the mood was set, did he know I was a guy? Wiping out all my negative thoughts, Jack with his strong and muscular hands calmly started to pull down my panties.
"Wait! before we do this, I want you to tell you something which is very important for both of our futures."
“I just don't want to keep any secrets from you, Jack. Hiding my past will be like I am cheating on you. This is painful, but it is the damn truth. I was once a guy.”
“I know Jen. I was hoping you would tell me. I know everything about your past, but now it does not matter to me, I love you for the person you are, not your gender.”
“But how did you know about it?”
“Sorry, it's a secret. Now Jen, close your eyes.”
Wasting no time, Jack slowly removed my panties,
"Oh my God, Jen? I thought you have tucked in; what a surprise, honey,"
I couldn't tell by his reaction; How the heck did he know that I was a guy? I didn't care anymore, so I decided to tell him.
“I did this for you, Jack, and to feel like a real woman, as that thing would always be coming in between. The surgery was successful and I now have a vagina. It will work just like a woman’s vagina when we have sex, but unfortunately, science is not that advanced for me to become pregnant, I can never become a mother.”
“Oh, Jen, you really are an incredible woman; I love you, and I am very proud of your decision, thank you so much, you did this for me, that really means a lot, and about getting pregnant, it's ok, Jenni, we can adopt one, don't you worry, but tell me one thing Jen, when did you do your surgery?”
“It's a secret, Jack.”
“Ok, ok, but I got the idea.”
After that, we both started laughing; I knew how he must have known about my past from Connie and Virginia during their long talk. Thank God, the dark clouds are finally gone, and I am feeling utterly confident with Jack.
“I am a very lucky man in the world to have you, Jen. Can I ask you something?”
“Say it, Jack.”
Jack was on his knees and holding my hand asked, “Will you marry me, Jennifer?”
I was getting all emotional, wasting no further time, I said, “Yes, I will, Jack, I would love to be your wife for the rest of my life.”
Holding our hands, looking in deep into each other eyes, it was very romantic.
“We will marry this Christmas, Christmas day wedding ceremony, will it be ok Jen.”
“I can't ask for a better day, Jack, the best day of the year! I just can't wait.”
“I Love you, Jen!”
“I love you too Jack!” and we kissed.
And it was time to wide open my womanhood as Jack was slowly stroking me, the first time was excruciating, but Jack did his best not to hurt me; Jack applied some lubricant which made my life better. I was feeling very proud that I had done this surgery. My first-time lovemaking was great, it wasn't till that night that I really felt like a complete woman, and any regrets I had, just disappeared; I felt complete with Jack lying beside me.
The whole night I was thinking about my marriage and was very eager to tell Connie and Virginia about the wedding. We spent Friday and Saturday at Jack’s place, enjoying each other’s company. Around 2 pm on Sunday, Jack drove me back to my home. But I told him that he was invited by Connie and Virginia for the Sunday dinner.
As we entered inside, Connie and Virginia were preparing for dinner.
"Hey, Jack, Jennifer come in, have a seat, so how was your Thanksgiving," Connie said.
"It was the best day of my life, the whole day went by with Jack's lovely family, but I also missed you so much,"
"Sounds like you had fun.", Virginia asked with a big smile.
"Yes, very much Virginia."
"Looking at your faces, you seem like you are eager to say something; I am right, Jack," said Connie.
"Yes, Connie,"
"Don't say that Jennifer is pregnant?"
"Mom shut up, this was a bad joke, but I really would love to get pregnant!"
They both started laughing, and Jack was nervously looking at me. In my soft voice, I told him to say it.
In his cracking voice, as fast as he could say, "We are getting married this Christmas!"
"Pardon, what did you say, Jack?" said Virginia.
I think they may have heard him, but were in the mood to make fun, Jack this time with much more confidence replied,
"Connie, Virginia, On Thanksgiving night, Jennifer and I decided that we are getting married this Christmas."
"Oh really, that's wonderful, but first you have to promise us, Jack, that you will take care of our girl and protect her from everything and love her no matter what,"
"I love her so much and will protect her with my own life,"
"You know that we trust you, Jack, with our daughter. Do you want to say something, Jennifer?"
"I, too, trust him with my life; I really love him and can't wait to be married."
They seemed to be happy with his answer. With that, it was the end of the conversion. Connie and Virginia started preparing for the dinner with Jack and me helping them. The dining table was set; we had a nice dinner consisting of roast turkey with cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. After dinner, we watch a beautiful movie; it was getting late for Jack, as the next day was Monday; he thanked Connie and Virginia for a wonderful dinner; I went down with him to say goodbye, and then we kissed. Connie and Virginia were looking at us from the window smiling; it was very awkward, like kissing a guy in front of my mom and aunt.
As I went inside, they hugged me; Connie started crying as she was feeling very emotional as I would no longer live with her; I too will miss her all these months she has really taken care of me, more than my own mother. Sometimes she had been my boss, all the time had been my friend. That night I slept beside her.
Many days went by with the same routine.
After that incident with Christy, she was nowhere to found. But she left a small note for me on my desk, in that note was written,
"I never expected you would do this, but I know for whom you did this, so I am leaving you, so you can be with him; I hope you have made the right decision. God bless you! Goodbye, forever, my love!"
I broke her heart, I was crying, she really loved me, what I had done with her was unfair, but what should I have done? I had to choose between Jack and Christy. Keeping that thing in between or removing it from my life forever, I don't know if it sounds evil, but Christy was my friend with benefits. I will really miss her, I hope she will find someone, a much better person than me.
It was tough to concentrate on work after that. I was in the middle of the presentation.
Bobbie came into the conference room and whispered in my ear. "I have someone on the line that's looking for Jeffrey. It's her again."
So much for my good mood. Tina had called several times in the past few weeks. "Tell her I'll return her call a little later," I told Bobby. I really didn't want to talk to her, and I was busy.
"I'm afraid she insists," Bobbie said. She knew the calls from Tina upset me.
"All right." I would have to talk to her, "Give me a minute, then transfer her." I told Bobbie. I excused myself from the meeting, assuring our newest clients that I would return shortly, and went to my office.
I closed the door. I didn't want anyone to overhear the conversation.
"Tina?", I said hesitantly, answering the phone.
"Jeffrey, I'm at the airport, and I'm about to board my plane. I'm due in Atlanta at 12:35pm. I need you to come and pick me up." She was short and to the point with me.
I was confused. "You're getting on a plane. Tina, I don't think,"
She cut me off. "Jeffrey, I don't care what you say. I'm coming. Are you going to come to pick me up, or do I have to take a cab to your work?"
She had me flustered. "No! I'll come to get you," I assured her. She really sounded ticked. That was obvious. "Tina, this really isn't a good time." I had to try to convince her not to come. How could I see her now? How could I go get her? I needed time to think. "I'm in a meeting. I have clients waiting for me. I have a photoshoot to do for them today." It was the truth. I needed to think about what to do.
"I told you, Jeffrey, I'm coming."
"Ok, ok. I'll figure out something to do about the client. I'll be there to get you. Just wait for me in case I'm late." What was I going to do? The situation was a disaster.
"You better come if you still care anything about me, Jeffrey. I'm coming in on Delta flight #167." She was easing up on me a little.
"I'll be as quick as I can. Just wait for me." I put the phone down on the cradle. I was dumbfounded. How could I? What was I going to do?
"What's wrong?" Connie asked. She poked her head into my office. I hardly ever closed my office door. She knew something was wrong.
"It's Tina. She's on her way to Atlanta. She wants me to pick her up at the airport," I said, staring at my desk.
"Oh my God!", Connie was almost as stunned, "She's on her way, now!?"
"Yes!", I looked up at her from my chair. My heart had sunk in my chest.
Connie was silent, but I could hear the wheels turning.
"Connie!?", I said in desperation.
"Don't panic. Just let me think a minute." She paced for a few seconds. "What time is her flight due?"
"Twelve thirty-five," I said anxiously.
"Ok, ok, I think I've got it." She turned to me. "Go tell the Lassiter people that a family emergency has come up and you have to leave. Tell them I'll be there in a few minutes to oversee things. Then go around to the back stairs and go up to Pam's room. Don't let the clients or anyone else see you if you can avoid it."
"But what for?" I didn't understand where it was all going.
"Just do it. I'll be up to explain in a few minutes. I've got some things to arrange."
I did as she said. I made my excuses to the clients and made the loop up the back stairs to make up. A few of the girls, the models, saw me, but I cautioned them not to say they'd seen me to anyone. I promised I'd explain to them later.
Connie had obviously called Pam because she was expecting me. "We don't have much time, Jennifer." Pam was all business. Connie had obviously told her what was going on. "I hear you don't have much time, so let's get busy. What a mess." She looked me over. "You'll need to shower and wash your hair."
"You're not going to cut it." It was a statement, not a question.
"No, of course not." The way she said it, I knew she had thought about doing it. My hair was finally just the length I wanted it and looked so nice now. No way was anyone going to cut it off. I couldn't bear the thought. It was obvious that I was to be transformed back into Jeffrey. How else would I confront Tina?
"Your toenails have polish too?" Pam asked. Looking at my hands.
I nodded. Of course, I did my toenails too.
Stephanie came running into the room. She had her measuring tape in her hand. "I just hope I can find some things that will fit you." She obviously knew what was going on. Connie must have sent her. "We'll just have to make do with what I can find. I'm probably going to have to take something in for you."
I just stood there while she took my measurements quickly.
"I know I don't have any guys' underwear, so you'll just have to leave your regular underwear on." She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, checking me from head to toe. "Shoes are going to be a problem. What size do you wear?"
I was beginning to feel really uncomfortable about the whole idea. "I'm a size seven."
"I think I have a shirt that will fit you, and I know there are some ties around here somewhere. I hope I can find a pair of shoes that will fit." She hurried off.
"Come sit down." Pam was impatient. "Connie said you only had about an hour. I need all the time I can get."
"What are you going to do?" I asked. At first, I figured I'd just put my hair in a ponytail, low, the way guys wore it, the way I used to wear my hair.
"I sent Bobbie out to pick up a rinse for your hair. Those highlights will never do." Pam told me. "Connie sent Bobbie to find an ace bandage to wrap up your chest. She should be back by now."
"An ace bandage?" I asked, looking up at the clock on the wall. It was a little after ten-thirty.
"Connie said to bandage your chest. She said you can tell your friend that you broke a couple of ribs playing tennis. Besides, with broken ribs, she can't expect too much from you." Pam raised a playful eyebrow.
"Connie's pretty smart." That would take care of two problems at once.
Pam grabbed a bottle of nail polish remover from the table and handed me a cotton ball. "Here, you do your nails while I do your feet."
It occurred to me only then that I'd have to cut my beautiful long nails that I'd worked so hard to keep nice.
"Wait a minute!" I said, jumping out of Pam's chair. She looked at me, surprised. "What are we doing here?"
Pam must have thought I was crazy. "We're getting you ready to go get your friend from home?"
"No, I'm not going to do this!"
At just that moment, Connie walked in with Bobbie. "Here's the rinse and the ace bandage," Bobbie said, handing the rinse to Pam.
I made up my mind at that instant. "This is ridiculous. I'm tired of this nonsense!"
Connie didn't say anything, but I knew what that look on her face meant. Connie had been after me to tell my parents and Tina the truth for months. "It's time," I said to her with conviction.
The sparkle in her eye and her little grin said it all to me. "Yes, it is."
"I don't know what's going to happen, but I'll call you later," I told her. I put my jacket back on, grabbed my purse, and went back to my office for my coat.
I was so brave and full of conviction at the office, but driving to the airport, I was scared stiff.
The clock in the car said it was twenty after twelve. I had plenty of time to get to the airport.
I didn't take it as easy driving as I should have. I weaved my new red Grand Am through traffic like a maniac. I loved driving my little sports car. The thrill still hadn't worn off yet.
A month ago. Jack helped me pick out the car. It was mine, though, and I made the payments every month. I still remembered the fun I had going shopping for a car. Jack said that salesmen would try and take advantage of me, and he was right. After that first time looking, I didn't go without him.
Parking was the usual pain. The airport was a madhouse. I frequently picked up clients flying in, and I knew my way around, but finding a parking spot was another matter.
On the way down in the elevator, I checked my hair and makeup in the reflection of the polished steel elevator door. Both hair and makeup looked perfect. I was so glad that I'd worn my green, three-piece suit outfit that day. I always dressed for work because I never knew when I'd be meeting with clients, but that day I was meeting with the Lassiter people, and I wanted to really come across well. The short, double-breasted jacket with its wide lapels really showed off my figure nicely. I loved the way I looked in the long-sleeved cowl neck blouse that came with the suit. My skirt was short, but not too short, and fitted me perfectly. It was quite flattering. I always wore that suit with dark hose and my matching pumps. It was one of my ‘feel-good-about-myself’ outfits.
The elevator door opened, and I confidently walked over to the screens to check which gate Tina would be arriving at. I was early. I found an empty chair, away from the crowds, and waited. It probably would have been better if I was late. That way, I wouldn't have had time to think, to figure out what I would say to Tina. I had no idea how I was going to approach her. I didn't like the thought of her making a scene in a crowded airport.
By the time the plane pulled up to the gate, I had an upset stomach. What was I going to say to her? How would I break the ice? With all the people standing around, waiting for people on Tina's flight, I knew I couldn't confront her here. I stayed in the background, watching for her to disembark. Finally, I spotted her coming out of the gangway. Tina looked terrific. I'd almost forgotten how pretty and petite she was; it had been so long. Her dark brown hair was styled differently than she used to wear it. I liked it. She must have been rolling it these days.
She still dressed the same. Always in tight jeans. She had on a pretty blouse, a pale green camp shirt. I had one something like it, except mine was a Liz Clayborn. Hers was just an off-the-shelf brand. All in all, she looked great. As I looked at her, I realized that I'd missed her; I missed the way we used to talk, sharing everything.
She was looking around at the crowd. She was obviously looking for me. She looked right past me as I sat there watching her. As the crowd thinned, she appeared to get frustrated. I watched her pick up her flight bag and coat and start toward the terminal.
She said if I didn't meet her, she would come to the office to find me. She had to get her bags first. I got up and followed her. We both boarded the same shuttle back to the main terminal. Two or three times, she looked right at me without the slightest hint of recognition. I was definitely a different person from the one she remembered.
It was a short walk from the shuttle to the escalators down to baggage claim. I followed only six of seven people behind her. It wasn't hard to spot the baggage carousel that carried the baggage from her flight. It was even more crowded here. Again, I stayed back and waited while she retrieved her luggage. She still searched the crowd for Jeffrey as she waited.
It took a few minutes for her bag to come out. I spent the time trying to think of a way to approach her without her making a scene. I got an idea.
Tina approached one of the car rental desks and appeared to ask the girl behind the counter a question. The girl pointed to the exit where the cabs waited. Few people took cabs, and I knew that outside, I'd have the opportunity I'd been waiting for. She walked right past me on her way to the door. Again, she glanced at me but failed to recognize me. I followed close behind.
I was right about that section of the pickup area being nearly empty. I had to do something before she got the attention of one of the cabbies.
"Excuse me," I said, coming up behind her.
Tina turned and looked at me. "Were you talking to me?"
I was scared to death. As sweetly as I knew how, I replied, "Yes. I was just wondering? I couldn't help but notice you inside. Were you looking for someone?" It knew it had to seem like an unusual question for a complete stranger to ask, but what else could I say?
"Yes, a friend."
I just had to say it. She was about to turn and head for a cab. "Tina."
She looked shocked that I knew her name. "Did Jeffrey send you? "The expression on her face changed from surprise to shock. I don't know if it was my voice or if she finally just put two and two together, but she recognized me.
I smiled and simply said, "Yes, Tina, it's me."
She was dumbfounded. She just stared at me with her mouth open. "Jeffrey?"
I didn't like the idea that a guy standing close by could hear her. It made me feel really uncomfortable, the way he watched us. "It's me, but call me Jennifer, please."
She still just stood there staring at me. "Tina, why don't you let me take you to my car, and we can talk on the way?" I actually wondered if she was going to go with me. She set her bag down, and I reached over and picked it up. "Come on. The car's this way." I wanted to get away from there. I hoped she'd just follow. Looking back, she'd picked up her travel bag and was following. It bothered me the way she looked at me.
In the elevator, going up to the parking levels, she didn't say a word. She just stared. As we walked toward my car, I couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Please talk to me. Say something."
She shook her head. "I don't know what to say."
As we were putting her bags in the trunk, she did think of something. "Now I understand why you wouldn't come home."
She was only partially correct. "I was hesitant to tell you and Mom and Dad, but that's not the only reason. I've been happier here than I've ever been. I've started over here. I've got a great job and some of the dearest friends I've ever known." I told her as I backed out of the parking spot.
"So, you enjoy dressing up like a girl?" Tina asked in a somewhat judgmental tone.
Of course, she couldn't tell. "Is that all you think it is? Tina, I am a woman. I love who I am. I've never felt so at peace with myself." I told her in all sincerity.
Not a word was spoken for a while. I was very much aware of Tina watching me constantly. I was out on the interstate before Tina remarked, "You're beautiful." She said out of the blue.
It was not a remark I expected to hear. "Thank you," I replied with a smile. I felt as if the ice was broken. "I try."
I took Tina home. We talked the afternoon away until Connie came home. Tina seemed a little cold toward her at first, but that was almost understandable. I'd told her about my hormonal imbalance and how Connie, the woman I called Mom, helped me through it and adjust. It took a little while, but she warmed up to her as the three of us sat and talked.
I suppose she felt uncomfortable in front of Connie, asking more personal questions, so she waited till it was time for bed. Connie had said goodnight and was in her room. I was straightening up the spare room for her. I'd just set clean towels on the bed when she asked me. "I feel hilarious asking you this but does this mean you're gay?"
It wasn't the first time a friend asked that question. "I suppose it would if I were still a guy, but since I'm a woman, I have to say no."
"Have you and Jack, you know?"
I was happy to tell her. "If you mean do Jack and I make love? Absolutely!"
"You're that much, I mean, you're a woman down there too?"
She was really sweet. I didn't answer. I just nodded.
"Does he know? I mean about you?"
"Jack's known for some time. I really love him. I couldn't lie to him."
I'd noticed her staring at my hand throughout the evening. I'd been waiting for her to ask. "What's that on your finger?"
I knew what she meant. "Jack asked me to marry him at Christmas." I was very proud of the diamond on my finger. I couldn't have been happier.
I had to work the next morning, but I juggled my schedule to get the afternoon off. I took Tina around and showed her a little of Atlanta. We went out to dinner that evening, just the two of us, and had a really nice time.
The next day, Connie suggested that I should go with Tina to my parent's house and tell them the truth. I said yes, one day or another, I have to face this anyways. Connie did some calling; in no time, I had the tickets.
I decided to wear something simple. I wore black tight jeans, a boring plain short sleeves red t-shirt and back strap flats, nothing fancy to walk in. I tied my hair in a simple ponytail with small silver stud earrings. I was ready to go.
"Looking hot, Jennifer," Tina said. My cheeks become red.
We went to the airport, it was so strange, after all the months I'd spent agonizing about seeing her again, worrying what she'd think, it was such a relief to have seen her again and have that behind me. She still wasn't completely comfortable with the new me, with Jennifer, but we were still friends. Not in the way we used to be, but nothing was the way it used to be. While I was standing in the security line, I realized I had left my ID in another purse. I gulped when I handed my boarding pass to the TSA officer. He just looked at it, gave me a big smile, and let me through. That was such a relief.
During the flight we didn't talk too much, Tina was pleased about my wedding and told me she will help with shopping and the wedding dress.
As we reached my house, I asked Tina to go, as I wanted to face my mom and dad alone. She was ok with it and told me to call her. I didn't know what they will think about me. As I rang the doorbell, mom opened the door.
"Who are you? You are a beautiful woman."
She really did not recognize me?
"Hey, Mom, it's me, Jeffrey."
"Oh my God! Is that you, Jeffery? You are looking very, very beautiful, my daughter."
Then she hugged me, with that all my doubts vanished.
"Really, mother, you don't want to say anything, you don't seem to be surprised."
"Jennifer, my lovely daughter, what can I say? I know everything about you, every last detail of yours. You see, Connie was my best friend in high school."
"I have a question, mother."
"Ask me anything."
"Why Connie didn't tell me about her best friend Lily, which was you?"
"It is simple, Jennifer because I told her not to, as it can affect your mindset and can also ruin your relationship with Connie. Do you ever feel like you don't want to do this?"
"No, mother, it was the best thing that happened to me, and I never want to go back again; even if I wanted to, I can't, though,"
"I want to ask one more thing, mother, so it was all planned by you and Connie?"
"Trust me, Jen, Connie coming to your life was all coincidence; the truth is that after many months Connie called me telling me about you."
Then she told me everything about the past, what happened to Connie's boyfriend and how Connie and my Mom called each other to know about me. Told me how my life story was similar to Connie's boyfriend Karl, who I meet accidentally. She also knew about my surgery and was very proud of me.
"Does Dad know about me?"
"Yes, he knows."
"What? Really Mother?"
"Yes, Jennifer, I told him everything."
"What did he say, Mother?"
"You have nothing to worry about your dad; he is fine about you becoming a girl; he always knew you were not like other boys,"
"Where is he now?"
"As I told him, you are visiting home, your dad went somewhere else for the morning, I don't know when he can face you, he told me he will be coming with me to your wedding ceremony, he seems to be happy for you and Jack,"
"What a relief, Mom. I was worried; it seems to be going great; thank you, Mom, for everything,"
"Don't thank me; it was all Connie's idea to look after you as a mother, she has always been caring."
"Yes, she is, I too call her mother,"
We chatted for many hours like mother and daughter, we had our dinner, cleaning out dishes, I told mom, I'm too tired for the day and went to sleep, it was 12.30 am; maybe, I saw someone was checking on me, it was my dad, I acted like I am still in asleep.
He was watching me closely; in a soft voice, he whispered, "I am sorry, my daughter."
That sorry from my dad, and referring to me as her daughter was really a big thing for me. Like he has accepted me. As the morning arrived, I had a flight to catch. So, after the shower, as I was getting ready, I forgot I have nothing to wear in my closet. But on my bed, there was a green dress, white silk panties, and a bra was kept; mother came inside.
“Wear them, Jennifer; these are mine but will fit you well, as I know all your sizes from Connie.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Mother was right; they fit me perfectly. Applying some lipstick and foundation, I was ready to go; my mother also made me breakfast. All done eating, saying goodbyes to mom, but sadly there was no sign of dad. Mom hugged me. Then as I opened the front door. I got a pleasant surprise; my dad was standing in front of me.
“I just wanted to see you off.”
Then he hugged me, tapping my back, "You did good, and I am proud of you, my daughter."
He was not my everyday rude dad; I know, he had never said anything like this to me in the past and really, this made my day. With dad supporting me, I didn't want anything else. When I was a guy, he didn’t care about me, but now he had changed; maybe mom did some magic, I don't know. He had booked a cab for the airport.
“Thank you, Mom and Dad, for accepting me.”
As I was sitting inside the cab, ready to leave, from out of nowhere, a cop car pulled in front of the cab.
"Step out of the car; you are under arrest."
My mind went blank; the cop cuffed my hands behind my back and took me to his police car, and placed me into the back seat. For all this to happen, it took him maybe 30 seconds. As he closed the back door of the car, I was looking at my mother and dad.
Mother was crying, then she put her finger on her mouth. I got that it was a ‘keep quiet’ sign. I thought I had better stay quiet when they question me. I was feeling so depressed, this time for no reason. Looking at the world outside that cop car window, I was getting the same dark vibes when I was first arrested for car theft. I know why I got arrested, because I broke the rules of probation. Was it because I hadn’t checked in for so long, or was it from changing my identity? I think they will send me to prison. I could go back to a men's prison, it’s the worst thing that could happen! I started to shake; I was so nervous.
Why hadn't they arrested me before? Maybe they were waiting for me to return home and had kept watch on my parents’ place. Thinking about that, when I went to Mexico, who's passport was that? As it was not mine. Connie packed my bag, and she told me where she had placed my passport inside. When the Customs officer asked me to show my passport, while looking at it, he only asked me if I was going for a vacation to Mexico. And I said yes, and then he passed my passport to me, and I again kept my passport in my bag without the Customs officer asking me any further questions. I got the same smooth experience coming back to the States.
Now I was wondering whose passport was that? After checking my passport, the Customs officer told me, "Miss Jennifer, welcome to Mexico." The passport was not mine, but the name in it was "Jennifer Constance Sackett." But I never personally changed my name and gender on my passport. Who was Jennifer Constance Sackett? The profile image of Jennifer in the passport was very similar to mine, but it was not me.
Was my passport fake? Did Connie give me a phony passport? I don't know.
After a 15-minute ride, I was in front of a police station.
As we reached the police station. The first thing cops asked me, was to show them any of my IDs. I told them I don't have any. They started checking my purse, there was some money, and my return flight ticket, the name on the ticket was 'Jennifer Sackett.'
"Miss., we need to see and verify your ID. As you don't seem to have any, please call someone to bring them here to the police station."
“Am I under arrest Officer?”
“No Miss, we are detaining you at this point, as we need to verify your identity. We may have you confused with another person who is wanted for parole violation.”
So, I called my office number, and Bobby received the call. She told me that Connie was already on her way. I think Mom had called her.
"Until someone brings your IDs, you have to stay in the police station." After that, they locked me in a room. "Oh, my Lord, what's going on," I told God. In that dimly lit room, I was not scared at all. Then I started thinking. If the cops thought I was Jeffrey they would have sent me directly back to prison, without bringing me here. The cops are confused about my identity. They don’t know if I am really Jeffrey, or if have they caught the wrong person.
I had not committed any crime; if becoming a woman is a crime, then I am very happy to become a criminal. I was, again and again, wondering who this Jennifer was. Was she Connie’s daughter, or niece? I don't know; she never mentioned her to me. The worrying part was why she looked so similar to me, had she done any crime, and because of that, the cops arrested me?
So many questions with no answers. Was I overthinking it? I had to calm down. So, there was a cable tv in the room; diverting my mind from all this shit, I started watching tv. There was a Tom & Jeffrey movie on Cartoon Network that really freshened up my mind. After that, I don't know when I fell asleep on the chair. I awoke to the sound of the door unlocking to my room.
Opening the door, there was a female officer. "Miss Jennifer, we are incredibly sorry for today, it was a misunderstanding from us; you are free to go now, and before leaving, don't forget to collect your things. Sorry, once again. Your mother is waiting for you at the front of the station.
Did I hear that correctly? Did I really get lucky? I don't know. As I walked to the front of the station, Connie was waiting for me. I was very happy to see her, but at the same time very angry with her; I wanted to know the answers. As Connie was saying something, I ignored her, collected my things, and went outside the police station.
"What's going on honey, why are you ignoring me?"
"I want to know everything Connie, who is Jennifer Constance Sackett?"
"It is you, Jen,"
"Tell me the truth, Connie, it was not me, the girl in the passport looked similar but younger than me. Who is she, Connie? Who is she? Is she your daughter?"
Connie's expression changed after she heard the word daughter. Trying to control her emotions, she very calmly said,
"Oh dear, yes Jen, she was my daughter."
"Oh, my God, Connie, why didn't you tell me? Where is she now? and why do we look so similar?"
"It's time to tell you everything about you and your sister and mom and dad; let's go to your house."
"Did you say, sister? Jennifer Sackett is my sister? What the heck is going on, tell me everything, Connie!"
"Yes, I will, but first, let's go to your house,"
We were sitting in the cab; Connie was facing the window and was very quiet throughout the ride. I wanted to ask so many questions but decided to keep quiet too. How could Connie's daughter be my sister? The entire ride we were silent and I was wondering until we reached my house. I jumped out of the cab, ran to the door and rang the bell.
Inside the house, my mother tried to hug me, but I refused and told them I want to know everything; Connie, Mother, and Dad, just sit down and tell me the whole truth.
"I will tell you from the beginning," Connie said.
And she told me everything. The story really blew my mind.
My mother had an underlying medical condition, in which she could not get pregnant, or in simple words, she can't have babies. Due to that, she was in a deep depression because she always wanted to be a mother; as Connie was her best friend, she told my mother and dad about in vitro fertilization. With that technology, my mother could get pregnant. After the Doctor tried many times, they didn't have any success.
Connie was feeling the pain for my mother. She told my mother she would be her surrogate mother, and she would get pregnant on her behalf, with my dad's sperm by in vitro fertilization. My dad did not like this idea, but he agreed with my mom. And it was a success. The good news was that Connie got pregnant with twins who were us. Me, (Jeffrey) and my twin sister Jennifer.
And it was decided that Connie would be the mother for Jennifer and my mother for me. After our birth, my sister and I were separated forever. It was also agreed that Connie and my mother will not meet each other again. They used to call each other, but for all these years they did not meet, because of us. We looked very similar, it could cause confusion if we asked who is our real mother was, so it was kept secret.
Years passed by.
Connie got too busy with her work, sending my sister Jennifer to a boarding school. Because of that, the relationship between both of them deteriorated to the point that mother and daughter were not on speaking terms. Whenever Jennifer returned from school on vacation, she never stayed at home. She always would stay with some other friend. After finishing high school, when she came home for the last time, her passport was coming up for renewal. So, she had applied for a new passport. The next day without saying anything to Connie, she was gone. Ten days went by, no call, no message. Connie got worried. On the 15th day there was a call from a guy.
"Your daughter is dead."
That's it, nothing else. The person hung up. Connie later found out that the call was placed from a public phone booth in Lima, Peru. Connie didn’t know if her daughter was truly dead or just never wanted to have contact with her again. She never was able to find out. A private investigation found no trace of her. A day later, my mother called Connie and told her that I had been arrested and was in jail. Connie was heartbroken and became totally obsessed with her work to hide her pain. A month later, a new passport arrived in the mail, and Connie just placed it in her safe along with Jennifer’s birth certificate.
Six years passed by. After I was out of prison, and had my business school graduation, I was struggling to get any job, so Mom called Connie, to see if her company had any job openings for me. She did some checking and with her position was able to get a job for me. Connie and my mother planned it in a way that I never had any doubt that I got this job on my own. And the rest of my story unfolded as I knew.
Epilogue: -
Eighteen Months Later.
This is me, Jennifer Constance Sackett; This is my name for the rest of my life because all my IDs show that. For the record, Jeffery was nowhere to be found and was presumed dead.
I did marry Jack on Christmas day; shockingly, Christy came to my wedding ceremony. Tina was true to her word, and helped me pick out a wedding dress and was there too, along with all my parents and my wonderful Aunt Virginia. But sadly, our marriage didn't last long. I loved Jack with all my heart, but he seemed to lose interest in me, and once during an argument, he shouted at me that I wasn’t a real woman and could never have his children. So, he left me, and I returned to living with Connie. I was devastated but managed to pull through with Connie’s (and Virginia’s) loving care.
After the divorce settlement with Jack, I was left with lots of money. With help from Connie, we quit our jobs and started our own advertising agency, which was always Connie's dream. Virginia Castle was our first client. So many of our friends at the old agency quit there and came onboard with us, that we were successful in no time. When Christy started working for us. I was once again in a relationship with her and we rekindled our romance.
Now that our business was booming, I decided to move on to movie production. A year later, I was directing my first movie, while Connie and Christy were running the Sackett Advertising Agency.
My doctor later told me, that they found a genetic mutation after a DNA test. This had caused my hormone levels to change and since SRS, I would be on hormones for the rest of my life. Connie’s vitamins had nothing to do with it, as I had once suspected they may be the cause.
Christy and I did not get married, but we are living together as partners. I have to add that Christy is a far greater lover than Jack ever was. Recently we co-adapted a young boy, who was abandoned by his parents, simply because he wants to be a girl.
The End.
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