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I want to thank all the people that have helped me edit and critique this story. They are Angel O'Hare, Stacy Miller, Karen Page, Robi, Paula Dillon and especially Maddy Bell for allowing me to join her universe and giving me permission to write in it.

Based on the story Gaby, Book # 4 - Once Upon A Time In America By Maddy Bell

All Characters portrayed in the story are copywrited to Maddy Bell for her Gaby series found at Maddybell.com

Scene 14

New Equipment:

Thursday:

I went out to the car park and saw Sandy waiting for me. She looked excited about something. I got into the car and she turned to me saying. “What kept you? I can't wait to get to Ellen's shop and get my very own gaff.”

I smiled at her and gave her a hug. “Well, what are you waiting for girl, lets go.”

She grinned like I did this morning and we headed off for Ellen's dance shop.

“Don't you have to work?”

“Well I should, but I called in and said we had some important business to do today, so they let me off. They figured it had something to do with you.” Giggling.

“Well, it is, sort of.” as I laughed back at her.

We arrived at the shop. Sandy and I walked through the door, and we heard Ellen exclaim, “Sandy, Em how are you ladies?”

We both said, “Fine.”

We looked around the shop and noticed we were the only ones here.

“You couldn't have arrived at a better time. At the moment, no one is here, and I'm going to close the shop for a bit, so we can talk and get caught up to date. Is that ok with you girls?”

“Sure Ellen, that's no problem.” Sandy said.

Ellen locked the front entrance and turned the sign over that said closed.

“Come into my office. Would you girls like a drink?”

When we entered the office, I saw Sandy looking around at all of the pictures as her eyes landed on the portrait picture, on Ellen's desk.

I said, “Do you have some diet anything?”

“Sure Em. How about some Diet Sprite?”

“Sure that would be fine.”

“How about you Sandy? Would you like a diet Sprite?”

“Yes that does sound good.”

Ellen walked out of the office and I heard her open something out in the back room. She came back carrying three Diet Sprites.

“Here you go girls.” as she gave them to us and she kept one for herself.

“Thank you.” we both said.

“So what brings both of you here today?” I could tell she was teasing Sandy.

Sandy just looked at her with an open mouth, “Umm … ah … well … ah … you did say to come over here last night, … ah … I mean …”

Ellen started laughing. “The look on your face is priceless Sandy. I'm just kidding you.”

I saw Sandy look relieved, she looked like she was going to cry when Ellen did that to her. I started to giggle a little.

Ellen walked over to her and gave her a huge hug, and said, "I'm sorry Sandy that was cruel. I just couldn't help it. You left yourself open for that.” She gave Sandy a kiss on the cheek.

“You know, you really make a lovely girl Sandy. I always knew you were a girl, not a boy. I ‘m glad you found yourself.”

“Well I wish my mother would have that sentiment. She's really fighting this, maybe not as hard as my father. Last night we had an argument when we got home. I realized she was holding me back from being a true girl and she was not allowing me to date. She still thinks of me as her son, but she admitted that she no longer saw her son, but a very pretty girl. She's still hoping I'll change my mind about all of this. It isn't going to happen. This is who I am, and this is who I'll be the rest of my life. She hates the fact she can't gloat about me, because there is no personal history for Sandy, but there is a lot history for Adam, but she can't discuss it anymore without telling people who I am.”

Ellen gave Sandy a tighter hug. “I'll try to help you with that Sandy.”

“Is that your ex husband Ellen?” pointing at the picture on the desk.

“Yes it is Sandy. That's Valerie, isn't she beautiful?”

“Yes she is. If you wouldn't have told me your husband became a woman, I never would've guessed.”

Ellen gave a sad little smile. “Yes she IS very beautiful. He was a very loving and caring man, who was really in love with me, as I was with him. We were inseparable. I still love him. I love her too. Would you like to meet her sometime Sandy? I think she could help you in ways you haven't even considered yet.”

“I'd love to meet her. How do you feel about her transitioning?”

“Well at first I was really upset. I wanted her dead and out of my life. I didn't take it at all well. It was as if a woman was stealing my husband. If it had been another woman, then I could deal with it and fight to keep him, but when that woman is your husband, what can you do? She tried to tell me why she was this way, but I wouldn't listen to her and refused to read anything about it. I felt hurt and betrayed. I was humiliated, me a woman, living and having sex with another woman. He looked sexy as a man, and I had no idea he was this way. When he realized I wasn't handling it well, he got very depressed.” Ellen started to tear up.

I saw this and reached for the tissue box that was on the desk and handed it to her and she took one to dry her eyes.

“I came home one evening and I found him laying on the bed, in his male clothes with a letter laying next to him with an empty, open bottle of sleeping pills. He was hardly breathing. I thought he was dead. I screamed and ran for the phone to call nine-one-one the emergency hotline. While I was trying to revive him to keep him awake, the letter fell off the bed and slid under the night stand. I was crying my eyes out trying to revive him.” she sobbed harder. Sandy and I hugged her.

“I didn't know what to do. I felt so helpless. It seemed like hours before the emergency vehicles got there. I'm sure it was minutes, but to me, minutes seemed to slip by like hours. They came in the house and rushed him off to the hospital. They were able to pump his stomach and give him something to counteract the pills. They revived him and saved his life.”

“I realized that night how selfish I was. I didn't want to lose my husband, and he almost left me permanently. I realized I would love him regardless of how he was dressed or how he acted. He had always treated me well. I realized how much he meant to me.”

“I saw him in recovery later that night, and when he saw me he started crying and said he was sorry. I cried when I saw him and hugged him and told him never to do that again. We could work something out, that I loved him dearly, and he would've killed me had he succeeded.”

“While he was in recovery, I cleaned up the house for his return and ran across his note that he had written for his attempted suicide. In it he told me he couldn't stand to see me hurt by him. That he was sorry for the hurt he had caused so far, and ending it was his only solution to allow me to get on with my life and find a real man to love. He said he was sorry for not being the man that I thought he was. He loved me very much, and he was doing this out of love for me.”

“I was stunned. He was doing it for me, to keep me from being embarrassed by him. At that moment, I knew I loved him even more, and I vowed to myself I would help this kind, gentle, loving man become the person he wants to be. I read up on everything I could about Gender Dysphoria, and how it affected people. I started to understand, somewhat, how they felt about themselves. How they felt trapped in their own bodies, their own private hell. I realized how kind and loving most transsexuals were, that the male to females usually loved kids and wanted a family of their own. They loved to be loved, but knew it could never happen in our society because of the hatred from people who didn't understand, or the religious zealots that found it as an abomination towards God. All he wanted, was to be a woman, and be loved, and have others love him and have them accept HER as a true woman.”

“I wanted to stay married to her, but she would have none of it. She said I needed to be allowed to live a full life, and because she was a woman now, it wouldn't allow me to live it fully. The day I got the divorce I cried for hours. Actually, later I found out we both cried for hours. It was the second most horrible time in my life, the attempted suicide being the first. We found we couldn't live apart; we still needed each other. I could've hated him for what he did, to completely transition. I was hoping he wouldn't, that it was just a passing fancy, but it wasn't to be.”

“After he completed his journey to womanhood and became a complete she, or as close as she could. I found she was beautiful. I mean really beautiful, model material beautiful. She applied to a modeling agency; they liked what they saw. She now is one of the biggest and most popular clothing models on the circuit, and is making really big money. I miss her, but we still live together, not as husband and wife, but as sisters and good friends. She's out of town at the moment, but when she gets back into town, I promise I'll introduce you both to her.”

“I've gotten over my hostility towards her. I now love her so much better than before. We talk more, we go out and do things we never could've done as husband and wife. She's extremely happy, and so am I. I just wish we would've made arrangements to allow us to have his baby, but it's to late now. Hind sight is twenty-twenty.”

“This picture of her on the desk, was taken six months ago, she's one exotic woman. Who would've thought my life would've taken this turn. I guess us living together makes us lesbians, and we thought about having a commitment ceremony for each other, for I feel we are still life partners and she feels the same way. I may make arrangements with a sperm bank to be artificially inseminated, to allow us to have children. She would love to have at least two children, as do I.”

“Wow, what a story.” Both of us said as we gave Ellen a two way hug.

I never felt closer to Ellen, than right now.

Sandy said. “I can't wait to meet her. She sounds fabulous.”

“Oh she is Sandy, she truly is. I'm glad I stuck with her. We are financially independent, with what she makes and I make, we literally are very well off. That's why I chose to help Em, and you, Sandy. I love your mother very much, and she introduced me to my ex, now my sister. I've her to thank for all of this.” Waving her hand around the shop. “When we lost track of each other, I thought it was a blessing in disguise, for my then husband was transitioning. It was one last thing I didn't need to explain. Sort of what your mother went through last night. I didn't tell her about my husband, for I wasn't sure how she would take it. I'm sure it's the same reason why she really didn't want to talk about you.”

“I can see what you mean Ellen. I feel so bad about how this is effecting them.”

“Well don't despair Sandy, I know your mom loves you very much, and wants to protect you in anyway that she can. I guess her protection, kind of crimps your style, but she's doing it out of love for you.”

“I realize that now Ellen. Thank you for telling me your story, it has helped a lot already. I'm so lucky we ran into each other yesterday, and again I've Em to thank for that. If she wouldn't have come over, I never would've met you, and I never would've met the most vivacious creature that came from England that's making everything happen. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be oppressed by my dad and mom, with my baby brother being forced to call me his brother.”

“No way! Surly you're kidding me?”

“No Ellen, it's true.”

“How can that be?”

“My father hates what I've become, and he is still threatening my brother to call me his brother and refer to me as him, and he. It was Em, which got him to call me his sister, and she and her. My father was livid, but couldn't say anything because Em was there. She isn't supposed to know about me. That's why it's important you don't give it away to either of my parents; or else it could go bad for not only me, but Em as well. If my dad found out that Em is like me, he would go through the proverbial roof.”

“Well, I must say this. I'm definitely going to have a talk with your mother. Then I'm going to see if we can do something about your dad. If ever he gets to be too much and you need somebody to talk to Sandy, Please come to me. I feel like you're my daughter, and I would love for you to confide in me.”

I saw Sandy's eyes start to tear and she jumped at Ellen and sobbed into her shoulder, as she clamped her arms tightly around her neck and said between sobs, “Thank you from the bottom of my heart Ellen. I'd love to have you as my confidant.”

“Your welcome Sandy, anytime. Em, that goes for you too Hun, if you feel overwhelmed, please come talk with me, anytime of the day or night.”

I found myself tearing up and sprang at her also, and we had a group hug.

“Well, now that we got all of that out of the way.” she grabbed the tissue box and passed it to each of us, as we all took some to wipe the tears from our eyes, “I think it's time we made Sandy a true woman, don't you think Em? At least as close as we can make her, until she has her surgery.”

“I agree Ellen.” I said.

“Come with me Sandy, you can come along too, Em, if you wish, after all we are all women here, are we not?”

I smiled at her and said, “Definitely.”

We walked out of her office into her shop and she got another of the boxes, which she had with her yesterday. Then we walked to one of the larger changing rooms. “Sandy, please remove your slacks Hun and your panties. Do you want Em to wait outside for this?”

“No Ellen, she deserves to see me become a woman, as it's through her that I'm here.” she smiled at me.

“Are you ok with this Em?”

“If it's ok with Sandy, it's ok with me.” grinning back at her.

Sandy took her trousers and knickers off, and I could tell she wasn't embarrassed about it. I was surprised how small it was, her whole package was small. I can see how easy it was for her to hide all her bits.

“Wow Sandy, I can see you have been on hormones a long time. Let me attach this here, and get the skin adhesive sprayed on here. You probably should really shave down here while wearing this in the future; it will make removing it easier, I'm sure. There we go. Let me get this edge here. There, how is that Sandy?”

Looking in the mirror, Sandy beamed a smile that could probably light up the whole city. “I love it Ellen. I look like a real woman down there. I won't have to be as careful anymore. Um … you know what I mean.”

“Yes I do Sandy. Remember to follow the instructions that's here in the box, on the proper care and maintenance you need to do, so you don't damage it or get an infection. I recommend removing it at least once a week to allow your skin to breathe. Wash it regularly; otherwise you could be prone to nasty infections. Wash out the urethra to keep it clean. You can have sex with it Sandy, but I recommend you don't do it. I'm sure it's not like the real thing and probably would give you away if they were sober, if you know what I mean.”

Sandy smiled. “I know what you mean Ellen and I'll take that under advisement. Not having a boyfriend, it shouldn't be a problem.”

“Well who knows Sandy, that may change, now?” She was grinning at her.

I was happy for Sandy. I haven't seen her so happy, since I've been here. She looks like she's gained more confidence and feels better about herself.

I had a thought. “Ellen, this is kind of embarrassing to ask, but you stated that I could get some capsules that would make me look like I am having my period. Would you, by chance, have any of those?”

“No Em, I don't. Would you like me to get some?”

“Umm … well … if it wouldn't be to much trouble, yes. I'd like it if you could.”

“Why do you want them Em?”

“Well, this is weird, but I feel that I may have some future problems with a boy that used to be my exchange student from last summer. He discovered me as Em, and totally freaked and lost it. He really didn't take it very well. Matter of fact he got kicked of the exchange program because of it. He is here at the school, and I saw him in Gym class tonight. I don't know if he saw me or recognized me, but both Sandy and I feel he may start something to make things bad for me, or possibly ‘out me' to the school, which would cause a lot of problems for a few good teachers and our school at home, and me. Sandy thinks he may tell one of the girls in the cheer program about me and she could spy on me to confirm his story. If I am caught bleeding during my cycle, then she will think that he is lying and confirm to everyone else I am a true girl. I'm supposed to be starting my monthly this weekend according to Ally. She is my girlfriend you met last night, who is watching out for me. We are going to have our monthlies at the same time, and she even recommended carrying all the necessary supplies to make it look like I'm the genuine article.”

“Hmm, interesting, Em. Yes it probably wouldn't hurt. This could make everyone think you are a genetic girl. That would certainly throw everyone off. Ok dear, I will order you some capsules, I'm sure I can have them by Monday. Will that be ok?”

“Yes it is. Thank you very much. This was such an embarrassing question to ask. I don't know what I would've done without your help.”

“Em, don't ever feel embarrassed about periods and stuff we girls go through. It's a fact of life, and few men understand it. We girls all talk about it, we have to, we live with it and have to deal with it, so never feel embarrassed talking about it. This is really a good thing for you to experience, it will make you appreciate what we women really go through in our lives.”

“Thank you again Ellen. You are just so wonderful.” I hugged her tightly.

“I feel so good tonight. How would you girls like to join me for dinner at a restaurant, to celebrate Sandy's good fortune?”

We both smiled at her.

“I take that as a yes?”

We both nodded our heads. I really like this woman.

“Well then Sandy, I know you're enjoying looking at your new found equipment, but do you think you can pull yourself away from the mirror long enough, to pull your panties and slacks back up, so we can go?” Ellen was laughing at her.

I saw Sandy blush and shyly pulled up her knickers and trousers, giggling.

“Well then Ladies, where shall we go?”

“That is up to you Ellen, we are game for anything.” Sandy stated.

“How about we go to Grace House Sandy?”

“That sounds good, I haven't been there in a while.”

“What type of place is Grace House Sandy?” I asked.

“Oh you will like it Em, it's sort of a steak house.” Ellen stated.

“Umm … do they serve a vegetarian fare there?”

“Oh, sorry Em, I had no idea you were a vegetarian. I am sure they do. If they don't we will go elsewhere; is that ok with you?” Ellen stated.

Smiling. “Sure Ellen that's no problem.”

“Ok then ladies lets grab our coats and purses and be off.”

We followed Ellen to her car and she took us to Grace House. It was far more elegant then Jacks by far. We hung up our coats, and headed for the reservations desk.

“Can I help you ladies?” the maitre d' asked.

“Three to dine please?” Ellen stated.

“Smoking or non smoking?”

“Non smoking please.”

“Certainly, please follow me.”

We all followed him to a table and he pulled a seat out for each of us, and helped us sit. He then handed out the menus and said, “Please enjoy your meal and I hope you ladies have a pleasant evening.” as he walked off.

We opened our menus and looked silently at the fare. A waitress gracefully approached our table and said, “Good evening ladies. My name is Rachael and I'll be your waitress for this evening. Is there anything I can get you all to drink?”

“Could I have a hot chocolate please, with whip cream?” I asked.

“Certainly Miss. What could I get you Sandy?”

“Hi Rachael, umm … a hot chocolate sounds great, I'll have the same as Em.”

“Very good. Ms Burke, what can I get you?”

“Could I get a cup of decafe please, Rachael, with cream?”

“Certainly. I'll be back in a moment with your drinks.” as she walked off to get our drinks.

“Obviously she knows you two. Who is she?”

“Oh Rachael? She is one of the students I tutor on Fridays in Calculus, Em. Why do you ask?” Sandy said.

“Oh she is just so pretty.”

“Yes she is, isn't she?” Ellen stated, “She is also in a dance program I teach in the evenings over at the Elementary School. She is quite an accomplished Ballerina.”

“Wow, that's so neat. I wish I had her grace.”

“You actually do have grace Em, a natural grace. How would you like to join my classes while you are here? You already have your dance costume; all you would need to get is some Pointe and regular Ballet slippers.”

“Umm … I've never done ballet in my life Ellen, you think you can help me? Won't I hold the class back? I may make a fool of myself.”

Smiling, “Em, trust me, you will not make a fool of yourself. What have you got to lose? I can have my star pupil help you, while I work with the rest of the class.”

“Who is your star pupil?”

“Well speak of the devil, here she is.” as Rachael brought the drinks to us.

“You mean Rachael?”

“The very same.”

“Huh? What's going on Ms. Burke?”

“Rachael, how would you like to help a new student, at our dance class? She has absolutely no experience, and she thinks you have wonderful grace which she would love to have.”

“Sure who is she?”

“Rachael, meet Mfanwy Morgan from Warsop England, she is one of the foreign exchange students. She is staying with Sandy.”

“Please call me Em, Rachael.”

“Cool, that would be so neat. You are really beautiful Em; you have a natural beauty, and with your body shape and size, you would make a great ballerina.”

“You're not serious are you?”

“I most definitely am. Oh pardon me, I am Rachael Agar.”

“Pleased to meet you Rachael. When do you girls meet for practice?”

“Well we usually meet every Monday, Wednesday, Friday at seven PM and Saturday morning at ten AM. They are two hour classes. Are you interested?”

“Wow that is so cool. I'm just not sure if I can get any transportation to and from the school.”

“Don't worry about that Em, I can pick you up if you are interested.” Ellen stated.

“Wow that would be great. I'll do it.”

“Em, if you stick with it, I'll guarantee you'll have as much grace as Rachael before you are ready to return to England.”

Smiling, “I am looking forward to it Ellen. Thank you Rachael, I can't wait for my first dance class.”

“Your welcome Em, I can't wait to help you. Are you ladies ready to order?”

“Thanks Rachael. I don't think so, could you give us a few more minutes to scan the menu?”

“Sure Ms Burke, I'll return in a bit.” as she left us.

“So Em, it looks like you will become one of my dance students.”

“Thank you Ellen, this is so exciting.” Beaming again.

“Well we better look at the menu and decide on something.”

I scanned the menu and really couldn't find anything that implied a vegetarian meal. I guess I better ask Rachael what she recommends.

“Well are you ladies ready to order?”

“Em are you ready?”

“I guess so.”

“Why don't you start then?” Ellen stated.

“Umm … Rachael, I didn't really see any vegetarian dishes, do you have anything like that?”

“Oh yes, we have a vegetarian pizza, Lasagna, and a soy steak, mostly like a soy burger.”

“Oh I didn't notice them. Could I have the vegetarian Lasagna please?”

“That sounds good Em.”

“Do you have a vegetable variety I can get with that?”

“Yes we do have a vegetable medley. Would you like a serving of that?”

“Yes please.”

“What would you like on your salad? We have a house dressing that is raspberry vinaigrette.”

“Hmm sounds delicious, I'll try that.”

“Ok, that is one vegetarian Lasagna, with a vegetable medley, and house salad with raspberry vinaigrette. What would you like Sandy?”

After we all gave our orders. Ellen asked me, “So Em, when did you realize you were a girl? What made you decide to switch sides? I'm certainly having a hard time seeing you as a boy, I may add.”

I quietly started telling my story to Ellen, stopping only when Rachael came with the dinners, or if other people were walking by. We were sitting at a secluded table so we had some privacy. I told her everything while we ate.

“Wow that is quite some story Em. It looks like you have a very loving mother, and your step mom loves you too.”

“Originally I hated Cherys. She made me wear skirts and dresses all the time. She very seldom would let me wear trousers or shorts, unless they were ultra feminine. She taught me how to be a lady and a woman, and was always taking me shopping for the most feminine of clothes. She would teach me how to cook, sew, clean the house, and taught me how to keep my husband happy, if ever I'd get married.”

“Like that would happen.”

“I really hated it. I really did not appreciate what she was trying to teach me at the time.”

“I did appreciate how other people were treating me, even other boys. That was nice.”

“If it wasn't for Drew, and the girls, I wouldn't have had the nerve to attempt being Em here in the States. I knew I was taking a big risk, in doing this. But everyone is so supportive of us.”

“Who is us and why is Drew so special, Em?” Sandy asked. “She is just another girl isn't she? It sounded like she was different then the other girls by the way you said it?”

“Em are you ok? You turned white as a sheet?” Ellen asked

“Umm … ah …” oh crap, did I blow it this time.

To be continued:

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