My Parents Meet Colleen
Saturday, November 15th, 2008Throughout my first year of university, I had done everything I could to avoid my parents. With Linda’s help I happened to be studying at Christmas and could not come home. At Easter, the same thing. In order to keep them placated, Linda would go down more frequently than she wanted to and bring alonng my love which seemed to work just fine. Unfortunately, there would be no excuse at the end of the school year when exams were finished. Now, for most, it wouldn’t matter but it was my father’s wealth that was putting me through school and keeping Linda and I in a pretty nice apartment without having to worry about cost. We both got a fairly substantial monthly allowance so we could concentrate on our studies, so if I went home and my old man went bonkers over this, I was one really fucked shemale.
When I was a guy I was a pretty conservative dresser and, most of the time I was the same way when I was Colleen but this shemale loves to get all dressed up for parties and balls and theater so it was on those times that I literally let my hair down. By the end of the school year, I had virtually no facial hair left and thanks to some black market hormones, my boobs were beginning to look fuller all of which Linda praised. The time had come when I had no alternative than to introduce my father and his wife to their daughter and so, after worrying all night long, your shemale friend got out of bed, put on her makeup and clothes and left the apartment hand in hand with my step sister. The drive home felt as though it took a week and it could have taken longer because my nerves were completely shot. Linda and I had no idea how we were going to approach this. I figured they would recognize me straight off and the war would start in earnest with my old man telling me he had cut me off and to never “darken his doorstep again”. As Linda pulled into the driveway, my father and stepmother came out to greet us. The look on their faces was not recognition of their quirky son but disappointment that their son was not there. “Where’s David?” my dad asked. Of all the questions I had prepared for, strangely, that was not in the pile and rather than deal with it on the street, Linda introduced me as Colleen, her dearest friend, and immediately led the way into the house. Once inside, my parents said it was nice to meet me and we sat down. Once again my father asked, “Where’s David Linda? I thought he was coming home this time. What is it with that boy?”
There was no turning back now and it was time to face the music. “I’m here dad,” I said quietly losing my shemale voice. In all the years I had spent with my old man, I can honestly say I had never heard him swear in front of me except for that moment. “What the fuck!” he choked, “is this some kind of a sick joke?” he yelled leaping to his feet. “No dad,” I answered. “I am a shemale. All my life I have been this way.” The silence in that living room was absolutely deafening as the only audible sound was my father pacing back and forth on the thick carpet. “Bullshit! I don’t believe it. You don’t even look like my son.” He came up and put his nose to my face and studied me and said, “you aren’t David.”
When I was a kid, I had gashed my side pretty badly and needed 30 stitches to close the sucker up so I stood up, lifted my snugly fitted “t” and showed him the scar. “Do you remember this?” I asked as calmly as possible. His face went ashen white as the blood drained to his feet. He was speechless and dumbfounded and I so wished at that moment that I could have taken it all back. He sat down slowly as though he had just been defeated in a huge financial deal slowly shaking his head. One of the things he always taught me was that in any tense situation the first person to speak generally was the first to lose so I sat there quietly. “Son-of-a-bitch,” he sighed. “I always thought you might be gay but I never dreamt you would be this queer.” His words ricocheted in my brain as I attempted to control the anger he began to fuel. “This is who I am,” I said calmly and instantly decided that I was ready to leave his house and never return. It would be a struggle to live but I was determined to see this through. “So how do we introduce you to our friends then,” my stepmother asked softly as she reached over to hold my father’s hand. “Her name is Colleen,” Linda jumped in and suggested that they could refer to me as a close friend of the family.
“Never,” my father protested and he stood up to leave the room saying, “I think you should leave now!” So, I stood up and left leaving Linda there with my ex-parents, called a cab and went to the motel near the train station.
Three hours later, Linda called and said she was coming with me as dad had not reappeared from his office and her mother was all over her for keeping such a terrible secret. Half an hour later, she walked through the door of the motel and we sat on the bed and cried ourselves to sleep. The next morning, we packed up the car and returned to our apartment and I applied for a lab job at school to start paying for my education. Later, I found out that even though he cut me off, he continued to support Linda and that took a bit of strain off of us. We would survive and I, as a shemale, would definitely survive and not have to worry about my father again and, as it turned out, I would never have another word with him.
My life was now my own. I was my own woman … well at least my own shemale and I spent the rest of the summer working, dating and, dare I say it, I fucked a different guy just about every night including my hairdresser and all of his friends. I was on top of the world and even though many still saw me as an oddity, I was me and if they did not like it then tough shit. The most comforting part of this transition though was Linda. She stood beside me every step of the way and if it were not for her love and support, being a shemale would have been much harder. I will admit that even without her, I was destined to be a woman but she made it much easier even when we lay together in bed just holding each other. She once told me that I was her best girlfriend. We did all of the girl things and when we were out, we looked like two girls having a great time.
The hormones that I had been taking had a dramatic effect on my body. Just about all of my hair had disappeared from my face and my boobs were doing okay and every morning when I looked at my naked reflection I almost loved what I saw. The next thing I needed to do was to have my Adam’s apple shaved and then a boob job. I was planning on having these done during my second year at school but since my father cut me off, I had to do things differently. My neck would be flat before the end of the school year I vowed and the boobs would come the following year. Next time on The Shemale Diaries, I am going to tell you about my first lesbian and shemale sex party.
Do you want to play with me?
All my love
Colleen
