Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 05:32:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Reid <carguy46218@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marcy's Story.. part 1

Let's see... We here a normal family, Dad worked at the Chevrolet truck
plant and Mom was a LPN. Life was pretty good. I had an older sister,
Cindy, she was one year older than me. When I was 9 years old she passed
away because of her appendix bursting. It was horrible, I just couldn't
believe that my big sister was gone. My dad was so close her, she was his
little girl. Well after a few months had passed thinks kind of got to a
normal, I guess. But they had left her room just as she had left it. I use
to go in there and listen to her records and read her diary and think about
her, it just made me feel closer to her. Then one day I decided to try on
one of her skirts. She was only a little bit bigger than me so it fit
pretty well. WOW, I can still remember how close I felt to her wearing it.
So it kind of became a regular thing for me to do. I dressed in her clothes
at least twice a week, sometimes more often. When my parents weren't home I
would go to her room and put on her clothes and listen to her records. Then
one day as I was lying on her bed wearing one of her night gowns and
listening to her record "Last Kiss" my mom walked in. She didn't act
surprised or anything, she said she hear the music as soon as she came in.
She then said she new that I had been wearing Cindy's things for a while
but wasn't sure how to talk to me about it. So we sat there and talked
about it, I told her how it made me feel closer and all, we cried together
but then mom said that she didn't think it was a good idea for me to do it
any longer. So my mom and I boxed up everything of Cindy's and put it in
the basement. I think I cried more that day than the day Cindy died.

Well about a year went by, mom and I kept talking about Cindy and how I
felt and how muck I missed her. Mom from time to time would asked me if I
missed wearing her things, and I would always tell her, yes, for it made me
feel so close to her.

Then one day Dad came home and said that he was offered a job transfer to
Indpls. Indian. Him and mom talked about it and decided it would be a good
idea, so we were going to move, 2 states away. We started packing and mom
asked me if I wanted to take all of Cindy's things also. I said of course I
do, so we packed them away better that we had before. The moving van cam
and took everything. It was going to take the van a week to get our stuff
to us, so we stayed in a motel on the east side of Indpls. Two days before
the furniture and the rest of our things wear to be there mom said she
wanted to have a long to talk with me.

She took me to a restaurant that we had found and liked. She then started
off by saying, Do you remember how you liked to wear Cindy's things? I said
yes I do, she asked would you like to wear them again, I can remember
smiling and says, "oh yes, could I?" She then told me that she had been
giving it a lot of thought and had even talk to dad about it and that they
had both decided that it would be ok, if I really wanted to, I was
gleaming, we then talked about how it made me feel and how I felt about my
self in general. You see I wasn't a very big boy, small for my age and Kind
looked feminine, I looked a lot like my sister.  Then mom asked me the
biggest question of all. She said, would you like to wear them all the
time? I remember saying, what do you mean all the time mom? She said IF I
wanted I could wear Cindy's clothes everyday and that she would even buy me
things of my own. Guess I was just stupid or something for I still didn't
understand her. She then said, if you want to be a girl, you can, and right
now is the best time to try it for we are in a new city. I said you mean,
if I want to be a girl, a real girl and wear Cindy's clothes I can, she
smiled and said Yes you can. I sat there for a moment and then asked her,
mom how did you know 5that I wanted to be a girl for a long time? She
smiled and said, Mark, you're my son, I know you, I know how you feel and
understand. She then reached across the table and kissed me on the
forehead. Right about then out food came. We sat there with out saying
anything and ate our food. Then finally mom said, well, what do you think
about it, do you need more time to think about it? I looked at her and
said, no I don't need more time, but I so scared. Mom reached over took my
had and said now don't be scared, just tell me what you feel inside and I
will help you through it. I then kinda of whispered, I would like to Marcy
for ever . She got up came over and sat next to me, put her arm around me
and said, then you will be. From this moment on you will be my daughter,
Marcy. She the hugged me and I started crying. She just held me with out
saying a word. After a short while the waitress came over a left out check
and we left. But instead of going back to the motel mom took me into a it
was called Blocks. She walked me right into the girls department. Guess I
had a scared look on my face. She said, now Marcy it will be ok, I started
to say something but all I got out was, but, she said I know I said you
could wear Cindy's things and you will, for now they are yours, but you
need a few new things that fit you correctly. So she bought me some
panties, shoes and 2 new dresses. She then said now those will hold you
over until we get unpacked.

We then headed back to the motel. She had me get out of all my clothes and
handed me a pair of panties and told me to put then on. Then she helped me
into the new dress. She then told me set on the bed. She messed around with
my hair for a long time, using a curling iron and al sorts of things. She
then told me to stand up and look in the mirror. I could not believe what I
saw, I saw a 10 year old girl looking back at me! I couldn't believes it
was me. I turned around and gave my mom the biggest hug I ever had. She
then said, not it is 5 weeks before you start your new school. You have
fours weeks to make sure that this is what you want. I said mom, I don't
need four minutes, for this is who I want to be, for it's who I am on the
inside. Mom smiled and said, that's what I thought. So let's gather up your
old things and put them away. I then asked, can we through then away
instead of just putting them away. Mom said if that's what you want. I
smiled and said it sure is. So we did, we through all of Marks clothes away
5that afternoon and I have been Marcy ever since When dad got back to the
motel that evening after work mom had me wait in the bathroom until she
told him. Then when I walked out his eyes got as large as silver dollars
and he walked right up to me with open arms and hugged me, say everything
will be fine. He ever told me just how much IO looked like Cindy. So then
we all sat down and talked about it. They said that if I was sure of this
that they would enter me in school as Marcy Ann Reed. They decided that
they would replace my school records with Cindy's and just change the first
name. Mom said she would put a letter in my file excusing me from any gym
classes, said she could come up with a medical reason for it. So 5 weeks
later I walked in the 6 grade in my new school as Marcy.  Over time mom has
taught me how to dress and act and just how to be a girl. I am now 28 years
old and have never regretted that decision, I am so happy and feel that
Cindy is always with me.

I can and will write more if everyone wants me to, take care, Marcy.