The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex Part 3

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Todd could hardly believe that he was standing in his father’s office, made up to perfection, with acrylic nails glued to his fingertips, flowing long hair extensions glued to his scalp and a padded bra and matching lace panties beneath a short skirt and a blouse which was unbuttoned just a hint so that the bodice of that white lacy bra showed. And the pantyhose of course. And the high heels that his mother had insisted he wear. His mother, who was looking triumphantly at his father, whom he had not seen in months and saying, “You no longer have a son! Meet your daughter, darling. Meet–TARA! She is transgender!”

She spat the word out with contempt. Through the mad blur Todd was able to perceive the look of shock and horror on his father’s face as he looked at him. “That,” said his mother, waving her elegant, perfectly French manicured hand toward Todd, “is what comes of you having the temerity to leave ME. ME of all women! And then you didn’t bother do be around for your son, did you? This is what comes from being absent from our lives. You have done this. Are you happy?”

His father certainly did not seem happy whatsoever. But his mother was obviously reveling in it all. Todd didn’t think he’d ever seen his usually glacial Mother so elated. Everyone in the office was watching. Most of them were laughing, some behind their hands, others more openly. They were laughing at Todd. He could feel the hot crimson blush of his humiliation throughout the whole of his body.

Just then, a woman from one of the other offices knocked on the open door of his father’s office. “Hello,” she said. “I hope you’ll excuse the interruption. I just wanted to say hello Mrs. Stanwick. It has been too long. And I didn’t know you had a daughter!”

“Hello Grace,” said his mother, her smile brittle. “Well, as it happens, I didn’t know I had a daughter either until a couple of days ago!” His mother laughed brightly, throwing her head back. Her white teeth looked carnivorous. It occurred to Todd, not for the first time, that his mother not quite sane. “This used to be my son Todd. But he wants to be a transgender. So–meet our daughter–TARA.”

Grace’s face fell for just a moment and then she plastered a smile back on and Todd could see the sympathy in her big brown eyes. She touched his arm kindly. “Ah well, lovely to meet you, Tara. And my, don’t you look pretty! Perhaps you and your mother would like to step into my office for a minute?”

“Certainly, Grace,” said Todd’s mother, grabbing him by the arm so hard that it hurt and throwing one more look of bitter triumph at his father who had remained completely silent throughout this entire ordeal.

Back in Grace’s office, his mother and she chit-chatted. His mother’s voice was rapid now, her laughter more and more animated.

“Well summer is coming up, isn’t it Todd–er–Tara. I suppose you will be looking for summer employment?”

Todd/Tara stood mutely. His humiliation and confusion were so complete that it seemed as though his tongue had been torn out at the root.

“Well, he was going to work at the gas bar,” he heard his mother saying. “But obviously THAT is not going to happen now that he is no longer a he!” Again she laughed and threw him a  look, her slanted green eyes intensely cruel.

Again Grace smiled kindly at him. Somehow her kindness and pity were worse than any mockery could have been.

“Well,” she said, “my receptionist just quit without proper notice as it happens. And I would absolutely love to have –Tara–take her place! Of course we do have a very strict dress code at this office.” She chuckled ruefully. “For the women, dresses and skirts and pantyhose and heels no less than two inches. And of course, good grooming is essential. But it seems like you already have that mastered, Tara.”

Through the tears that were pooling in his eyes, Todd saw the two women looking at him and smiling, the one kindly, supportively and his mother? Well, his mother’s smile was not really a smile at all. It was a unspoken message.

It seemed to be saying, “I have got you and there is no going back now.”

 

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