The Start of Something New (Part 4)

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RJH

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Rating: G	Add Review	Added: 05/19/2007
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Synopsis:	elissa and Mark begin their new lives after the tragic events with their parents. They move to Arizona. I want to apologize for the lateness of this installment. I had some personal issues to deal with, but I'm now free to write for a while. I hope you all enjoy.
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV
Keywords:	Hormones

The Start of Something New (Part 4)
By
RJH

I started crying uncontrollably. Mark was crying too and Jackie came over and hugged Mark and I. How could this have happened? I didn't know what to think, I was so overcome with grief. I know I said my parents weren't the best parents in the world, but I still loved them. We cried for a long time. I went to my room and cried some more. It was hours later when Jackie came to my room and I was able to compose myself.

"I'm so sorry, honey," Jackie said.

"I know you are. Thank you," I said through sobbing.

"I wanted to let you know that I've been on the phone calling your parents lawyers and they are sending a copy of their will over to me. I'm so glad that they at least had a will made after the lottery win. I would have hated to think what would have happened to you both if they hadn't. I know you probably don't care about that stuff right now, but I thought I would tell you anyway."

"Thanks," was all I could say. Jackie left me alone for a while. It was a few hours later when I got up and realized I still had my bikini on. I felt really foolish now to be wearing girls clothes and I walked over to Mark's room and knocked. Mark let me in.

"How are you holding up?" Mark asked me.

"I'm better now. You?"

"I'm OK, I guess. What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know. Jackie said that the copy of Mom and Dad's will is on the way, so I guess we'll have to do what it says. I'm sure they added provisions on our welfare," I replied. "I do know one thing. I need to wear something a little more appropriate now. I need jeans and a t-shirt. My clothes. I don't feel right wearing your stuff right now."

"I understand," Mark said. I thought Mark would still wear the same stuff he always wore. He was a tomboy after all. I grabbed the clothes and went back to my room and changed. I forgot underwear and just decided to wear panties anyhow instead of going back for some. I then went downstairs and Jackie was looking over some papers.

"Hey," Jackie said, "I just got the will. I don't know how you feel about it, but do you want to know?"

"Yes," I said as Mark came down and sat at the table with us.

"Well, without getting into all the legal mumbo-jumbo, your parents left the money to both of you. They set up accounts that you can draw the money from. Your old house will be sold and the profits divided between the two of you."

"That's great and all," Mark said, "but where are we supposed to live?"

"It says," Jackie said "that you both can pick what relative you want to live with and if they agree, that is where you will live until you are legal adults."

I just looked at Mark and he looked at me. We then both looked at Jackie and she smiled at us.

"I would be happy to have you both."

We both went over and hugged Jackie. We were all crying for a long time.

"Now you know I'm moving to Arizona. The house is big enough for all of us, so that won't be a problem."

"I don't care where we live, Jackie," I said. "I'm just glad you want us."

"Well, as long as you do as I say!" Jackie said with sarcasm and we all laughed. "We'll take care of all the legal arrangements when we go back for the funeral. We actually have to leave in the morning; the funeral arrangements have all been arranged in the will. I've taken care of the airplane tickets. You'll both need to pack,"

I went upstairs and went to Mark's room, where I needed to pack a few things. I started to open a few drawers when Mark walked in.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be packing?" Mark asked.

"I am, Melissa," I told him. "We can't act like the way we've been acting. Get real. We're going back home for the funeral. We need to be ourselves."

"I am myself, and I'm not going back to being a girl," Mark yelled back at me and we got into a shouting match and Jackie ran in.

"What's going on?"

"Melissa is saying that she's going back to being a boy," Mark told her.

"Melissa," Jackie said looking at me, "let's talk."

We went back to my room. "Is this what you want?" Jackie asked me.

"It doesn't matter what I want, does it? We have to get back to reality. We're going to our parent's funeral. I'm not going to disrespect them by acting out this little game."

"I didn't realize you felt that way. I guess you're right. I just…"

"Just what?" I asked.

"I don't know. I got so used to you being Melissa. It's going to be weird now."

"How do you think I feel? I would give anything to be Melissa but I'm not. It makes me sick to think about going back."

"How sick?" Jackie asked me with genuine concern.

"I physically got sick thinking about a few night ago."

"I need to know. Have you ever thought about…killing yourself over it?"

I was shocked she asked that, but she was right.

"Yes," was all I said. Jackie gave me a hug.

"I need you to think about this, Melissa. In all seriousness, do you want to be a girl?"

"More that anything," I answered. "I have thought about this for a long time. I would give anything to be a girl. I just don't feel right about being a boy."

"If you can answer me, how far would you want to take this? Would you want to have a sex-change?"

"Yes," I said not having to think about it now. I have dreamt this for a long time.

"Once we get settled in Arizona, I want you to see a psychiatrist. If he or she concurs, we can begin your transition."

"What? Do you really mean it?" I said crying. I can't believe this is happening.

"Yes I do, Melissa. I've had this conversation with Mark a few weeks ago. He wants the same thing. I have worked with transsexual's cases. I want to help you be happy. You and Mark have a great way of doing this. You will really be Melissa. We won't even have to change anything legally. It will be real easy for you both to slip into each other's lives. No one outside of me really has even seen you two. Your parents kept you pretty isolated. You are moving to a new state where no one knows you. I'm going to be perfectly honest with you. You are totally passable now. No one will know you're a boy. Only Mark, myself, and your eventual doctors will know. Once in Arizona, we'll get you on hormones and by the time you're 18, you can get the surgery."

I started to cry again, only this time for joy. Jackie hugged me and was crying herself.

"Now, young lady, you need to get dressed and start packing. We need to go shopping to get your brother a suit and you a dress for the funeral."

I quickly put on a denim mini-skirt and blouse and some sandals. After packing a few things for the trip, I went downstairs where Jackie and Mark were standing.

"I'm glad you finally got some sense," Mark said to me. "Now you are being yourself, sis."

I walked over and gave him a hug, telling him I was sorry for the way I acted earlier. He apologized back. We all then got in the car and went to the mall. Mark ended up getting a black suit with a red tie, very nice for the occasion. He made the wisecrack about looking like a gangster. I just rolled my eyes and Jackie and I said "Men" at the same time. I got a nice little black dress, very conservative, and some black 3-inch heels and black hose. After that, Mark went to the arcade while Jackie and I went and got our hair done. I got mine styled like before, layered with the asymmetrical bangs. After that, we had dinner and went home to bed. I was mentally exhausted by that time and I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up early and got a shower and decided on some jeans (with a cute floral design stitched on the legs), a pink tunic and pink tennis shoes and belt. Mark was wearing jeans and a t-shirt (what a stretch!). Jackie hurried us to the car and we went to the airport. Once seated, me with the window seat this time, Jackie and I chatted about my parents. Mark had his I-Pod and was zoned out to us. I tried to tell Jackie all the good times we had with our parents, there weren't many. She told me about some of the happier times she had with them, again not many. I told her again how happy I was that she was going to be our guardian and everything she was going to do for Mark and I. Jackie smiled at that and told me that she always wanted to be a Mother. I told her, in all honesty, that she has been as good a mom to me as my own mother was. I still loved my mom, but she wasn't that good of a parent. I know her and dad would never have let Mark and I transition.

After the plane landed, we went to our old house where we were to meet with mom and dad's lawyers. I realized then that I was fitting into being a girl. I wasn't even nervous to meet the lawyers. When I did, they treated me like I was Melissa. They didn't know. We all sat down and worked out the legalities. The lawyers were more than happy to work everything out there. They told us that some of our other relatives were trying to get in on the money, and were upset that we chose Jackie as our guardian. I asked them if there was anything they could do about it and they said that Mark and I were old enough to choose who we want as our guardian. There would be a hearing, but we wouldn't have to attend, as long as we signed the paperwork and video taped our testimony. We were more than happy to do so. It was a little nerve racking sitting in front of the camera, telling it that I was Melissa Jeanette H. and I wanted my Aunt Jacqueline M. to be my legal guardian. I got through it fine, though and the lawyers left, telling us their condolences. Mark and I packed up the couple of things, mostly clothes that we wanted from the house and we went to the hotel. I just couldn't stay there anymore. I wanted to be out of that house ASAP. There really isn't much to tell of the funeral. I have to admit it was nice to wear a dress to it; much more comfortable than a suit. After the burial, I was introduced to some of my other relatives, most of whom I never met before and the ones I did were when Mark and I were really young and no one had the least bit of suspicion about us. I even overheard one of my fat cousins say that I was hot! Eeeewwwwww! Once that unpleasantness was over we went back to the hotel to change (me a white, floral print halter sundress and strappy sandals) and then it was back to the airport.

We landed back in Ohio and went home. Jackie and I made supper and then we all sat down to watch some TV. After a little while I got sleepy and went to bed. I woke up feeling better than I had for a long time. I still couldn't believe that I was going to be a girl full time now! I was floating.

So for the next couple of days, my routine was to get up, do some packing, and then lay out in my bikini for a couple of hours. My tan lines were coming in nice. I loved having tan lines on my chest. I giggled every time I saw them. My aunt Jackie would be on the phone for hours making all the arrangements for all of us to move to Arizona. I was bursting with excitement of starting my life as a female. Mark was feeling the same way, glad that he could actually be himself for now on. We were both nervous and anxious to begin our therapy and hormones. I couldn't wait to get to Arizona.

After eight days of this, the moving day had finally arrived! The movers had already got the big stuff out of the house. There was nothing left for us but the clothes and ourselves. My bags were packed. I wore a red pleated skirt and a white babydoll top, with knee-high socks and tennis shoes. The plane ride was nothing special, watched a movie, listened to the new Avril Lavigne CD on my new I-Pod, and ate a meal.

We arrived in Tucson and got our rental car and drove for around a half hour south to our new home. It was huge! I loved it the minute I saw it. Mark and I hurriedly ran inside to look it over. All the rooms were tastefully done with some stuff from Jackie's old home and some new stuff. There was an even bigger pool out back!

"You two ready to see your rooms?" Jackie said leading us up the main spiral stairway. Mark's room was the first room on the right. His room was painted in three tone white with a king size bed, large computer stand, a dresser and a closet. Very plain for the most part; just the way he liked it.

"I like it," Mark said. "Lots of wall space to hang my posters. Cool."

"You ready?" Jackie said to me. I nodded and we left Mark to his room and walked down to the third door on the right. Mark's private bathroom was between his room and mine. My room was beautiful! The walls were in light pink. I had a queen size bed with pink bedding. Some of the stuff from my old house was there, including my stuffed animals and my old dollhouse (it was actually Mark's, but I was the only one who had played with it). I had a computer stand, two dressers and a HUGE walk-in closet! Some of my clothes were already in and Jackie and I put the rest of my stuff in my dressers and closet.

"Wow, I still have so much room in this closet," I told Jackie.

"Well, we'll just have to take care of that, won't we?" Jackie said. I smiled at her and we went back downstairs. Mark was outside checking out the pool.

"I like this house a lot," Mark said. "It definitely has potential."

"I'm glad you approve," Jackie said with a hint of sarcasm. "Why don't we get cleaned up and take a drive around town," I agreed with that and after freshening my make-up, we were driving around the town. We found out where the local supermarket and shopping mall were located. We also located the hospital, police stations, and such were. Jackie pointed to an Outback Steakhouse and we pulled in for supper. I wasn't even nervous being waited on (by a super-cute waiter). We then went home for the evening.

After about a week of getting acquainted to our new surroundings, I was laying out in my bikini and Jackie called me in to the dining room. I put on a robe and went in. Mark was sitting at the table and when I sat down, Jackie started talking.

"I hope you have both made up your minds about your lives and where you want to take them. I have made some arrangements and I need to know now if either of you have changed your minds?"

"I know in my heart that I want to be a girl," I said. "I can't imagine going back to being a boy again. I am a girl."

"I want to be a guy," Mark said. "Period."

"OK then," Jackie went on. "I have made appointments for the both of you with Psychiatrists. Mark, you will see Dr. Jacobson and you'll see Dr. Clark, Melissa. They both deal with transgender issues and will determine if you both meet the criteria for change."

"That's great," Mark said. "I can't wait to get started."

"Thank you, Jackie," I said.

"You're welcome, but that's not all. I have enrolled you both in a private school, the Stanton Academy. It is a co-ed school, but only as a whole. One side is the girls' side, and the other is the boys…"

I didn't hear what else Jackie said. I never even thought about school. My god, how can I keep from being exposed! The other girls will see right through me. I was a nervous wreak, and Jackie could see it in my face.

"Is something wrong, sweetie?"

"Are you sure that is such a good idea? I don't think I can pass right now, specially around other real girls. They'll see right through me. I can't do it."

"You are passable, Melissa. You act so naturally feminine that even I sometimes find it hard to believe you are a boy. I don't know what else to do, honey. You have to go to school."

"Maybe we can be home schooled?" Mark said, surprising me and Jackie both. "Melissa has a point. I don't think I'm ready for it either. I think that maybe after a year with hormones hopefully, we'll be able to go to school."

"I'm so used to you both that I never even thought about this," Jackie replied. "You're probably right, Mark. I will make the arrangements. Don't worry about any of this. But I want you to promise to study hard. You both are bright kids and I don't want you slacking off because you'll be home. Understand?"

"Yes, Jackie," we both said at the same time. Jackie just smiled at us and we went back to what we were doing. One week later I had my first appointment with Dr. Clark.