Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 20:09:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming Becky Part 20

Becoming Becky (part 20)

It seems like a dream-come-true when a young gender dysphoric boy has
understanding parents who supports his transition.  When she gets engaged,
she faces the challenge of how to tell her fiancι!  I hope you enjoy
this work of fiction.

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Bob and Joanne awoke as the alarm clock went off at 3am.  "Why so early?"
demanded Joanne.

"Remember, I'm a farm boy, and the cows need to be milked," replied Bob, "I
promised my father I would be back by 5am to take care of them."

"I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to a farm schedule," Joanne
said.

"Go back to sleep," Bob said, "no need for you to get up now."

"I'll go back to sleep after you leave, farm boy," Joanne replied, smiling.

"What time do you have to be at work?" Bob asked.

"Any time after 8am is fine," said Joanne, "My first appointment isn't
until 9am.

Joanne was a licensed clinical psychologist, doing mainly counseling at a
local clinic.  She worked in a variety of areas, but her specialty was
gender expression and transgender issues.

Joanne made Bob some coffee for the road and bid him goodbye. "I'll see you
tonight – drive carefully."

Joanne kissed Bob as he left, thinking it was like a wife sending her
husband off to work – she really liked the way that felt, and hoped it
would be a reality one day.

Bob returned home and milked the cows.  Soon Jim showed up and greeted him.
"I wasn't sure you would be here this early," he said, "I wouldn't blame
you for taking a little more time for that angel of yours."

"It crossed my mind," Bob replied, "but the cows won't wait, and I'll be
seeing Joanne tonight."

"I wanted to talk with you about sleeping arrangements while she is here,"
Jim said.

"We aren't kids any more, Dad," Bob said.

"I know, and I hope you are having a wonderful time with her," Jim
continued, "but for the sake of your mother, we'll put Joanne in a separate
room.  If she goes to your room afterwards, just be discrete about it."

"And get her back to her room in the morning?" asked Bob.

"That would be a good idea," acknowledged Jim.

"Don't you think that Mom will figure it out? asked Bob.

"Of course she will!" said Jim, "but at least maintain the appearance of
propriety."

"Don't worry Dad," said Bob, "I'll be Mr. Propriety!"

After the milking they fed the cows and went in for breakfast.

Mary was eager to hear about how things were going with Joanne.  "Do you
think you want to marry her?" she asked.

"I'm sure of it," said Bob, "but am not ready to ask her yet – we need
time for our relationship to develop.

"That's a good idea – I really like Joanne," she said, "though I am a
little saddened that I won't have grandchildren."

"Mom?" asked Bob, "You knew that Joanne is transgendered?"

"Of course I knew," she said, "I'm not quite as clueless as you think I
am."

"I'm sorry," responded Bob, "I didn't mean it that way – I suppose that
you knew long before I did."

"Yes, I knew before you fell for her," Mary said, "Was it really tough for
you to accept her?"

Bob took a few deep breaths and continued, "It was awkward at first, and I
could sure appreciate how it must have been for Bill when he learned of
Becky, but just as Bill did, I realized that Joanne was a woman and I just
needed to be open to her.  I really regret how much of a jerk I was to
Becky.  I love my sister and want to make it up to her in any way I can."

"Wow!" said Mary, as Jim agreed, "You have come a very long way.  You may
not ever be able to make it up to Becky, but I don't think she expects
that.  Just become the brother you should have been and it will probably be
ok."

"About the grandchildren," Bob said, "We will need some time before
building a family, but we can adopt, and so can Bill and Becky.  Both
Joanne and Becky are legally female, so our marriages will be traditional
ones, and we should be able to adopt like any other couple."

Mary smiled, and said, "Ok, I won't pressure, but I will be really happy to
have grandchildren."

After breakfast Bob noticed that it was 8:30.  Joanne would probably be at
work but not in a meeting yet, so he called her.

"I just wanted you let you know how much I loved our date last night," Bob
said.

"I loved it as well," Joanne replied, "I can't wait to see you again
tonight."

"I want to meet your family," said Bob, "as soon as it's ok for you."

"That's complicated," said Joanne, "let's discuss it tonight."

"Are you ashamed to take a farm boy home with you?" asked Bob.

"NO!!!" exclaimed Joanne, "nothing like that at all – it's just that my
parents are kind of weird."

"Everybody's parents are kind of weird," said Bob.

"I don't mean it that way," said Joanne, "please try to understand – I'm
not really welcomed at home."

Then it hit Bob – like many transgendered people, Joanne was estranged
from her parents – that was so sad.

"I'm sorry," said Bob, "I just didn't get it – don't worry about it –
we'll talk about it tonight."

Bob wished Joanne a good day and hung up.  He worked the rest with farm
chores, trying to get ahead as much as possible to buy some extra time for
Joanne.

Bob saw his father and called out to him.

"What's up?" Jim asked.

"Joanne's parents don't really accept her," Bob said, "and I was wondering
how to fix that."

"Well son," replied Jim, "there are some things you just can't fix, but let
me tell you some things that I have learned that might help you convince
her parents, if you have the opportunity.  If you really do intend to marry
her, going to her parents to get their blessing might give you some
leverage to open their hearts."

They talked for over an hour and Bob thanked his father for his advice.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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