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Now, onto the boring stuff
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar Pt 21
Anna had just finished preaching her message of Love to the group of
people who, day by day, were growing larger and larger. Although
many were worshipers, most just decided to stop in and listen. But
that was okay. Anna didn't mind nonbelievers listening. The message
of Love was all inclusive and non-denominational.
It was just as they wrapped up that one of these non-believers came
up to her. At first sight, it appeared to be a young lady in her
early twenties, but as soon as "she" got close to Anna, the High
Priestess of Love knew that wasn't the case. The stranger asked,
"Excuse me, priestess, my name is Chris Hall. May I talk to you?"
"Certainly, I've got some rooms in back for just such a purpose."
The two went in back to a room with a table and two chairs. Anna
offered Chris one and said, "Now what can I do for you, Miss Hall?
Or should we just be honest, Mister Hall?"
Chris seemed stunned. "How did you know? No one's made me in years.
Oh, that's not important. But that does allow me to segue to my
problem. It's my dad, Ray. Dad and I were never really close, less
so after I revealed I was gay, but at least dad accepted me. He even
accepted me when I got into crossdressing about ten years ago. But
then, a month and a half ago, mom died.
"Mom and I... We were always close. It's thanks to her that I'm as
passable as I am. But mom and dad were everything to each other.
They were best friends, intense lovers, and the perfect couple. And
when mom died, dad just fell apart. He entered an intense depression
where he'd barely move. It was a struggle just to get him to eat.
Then, one day, after I went out in drag with my boyfriend, I came
home and went in to check on dad. He looked up at me and said mom's
name, Lydia. Then he said, 'You've come back to me,' and, before I
knew what was going on, he had me in his arms and was kissing me
lavishly. With just a few moves of his hands upon my body, he had me
writhing in sexual need. We made love that night. I know we
probably shouldn't have, but I think we both needed an outlet for our
emotions.
"But now... If I'm dressed, dad doesn't see me. He just sees mom.
He refuses to admit she's dead. Don't get me wrong. I love dad and
will do anything for him, but I can't see this as being healthy. I
just don't know what to do."
Anna asked, "Have you tried just not crossdressing?"
"Yeah, I have. The problem is, if dad doesn't see "mom" at least
once a day, he slips back into that depression. I've talked to a few
doctors, and they all say that I should just stop dressing and let
dad work through his depression on his own. But when I see dad in
his room, just staring off into forever, I just can't stand by and do
nothing."
"I understand." Anna briefly consulted with Nicole (telepathically)
and then said, "Is your father here?"
"Yes, he's out socializing with some of the people out there while I
talk with you."
"Bring him in here, then go back out. I'd like to talk with him alone."
"Okay."
Chris left, then came back about five minutes later with another man.
The two were almost exactly the same height, Ray being about an inch
taller than his son. Chris gave him a quick kiss on the cheek like a
good wife, then left. After Chris was gone, Ray said, "My wife said
you wanted to see me?"
"Your wife is what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes, Mister Hall. Your wife... is deceased."
"What- What are you talking about? She just left here."
Anna felt Nicole's power at work and heard a feminine voice say, "No,
dear, I didn't." The air shimmered and a beautiful woman appeared in
mid-air. Despite the fact that she was translucent, and slightly
indistinct, Anna could tell the similarities between her and Chris,
and knew that this was the young man's deceased mother. Anna also
knew that this wasn't just Nicole shapeshifted into the dead woman's
form. This was the actual ghost of Lydia Hall, given a slight
physical manifestation through the power of Love.
Ray looked up at his wife and said, "Lydia? But you just left." And
he pointed back through the door where Chris had just left.
Lydia shook her head. "No, love. That was our son. He's been
pretending to be me because of your depression. But you need to let
him live his own life. And... you need to let me go. You need to
move on with your life."
Tears came to Ray's eyes. "I... I can't. I can't go on without you."
Anna could feel sorrow emanate from Lydia. "Love, you must. I wish
I could hold you, but that will never be possible again."
"No," Ray said, the tears flowing from his eyes.
Lydia started, "Dear-"
But Ray interrupted, "NO!" and leapt forward, grabbing for his wife.
As soon as he touched his wife, there was a flash of light. When the
light cleared, Lydia appeared to be gone.
Anna silently asked Nicole, "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Nicole replied, sounding as shocked as Anna felt.
"Whatever happened, it was all them."
"What did happen?"
Before Nicole replied, Ray lifted his hands, staring at them as if
they were foreign objects. Suddenly, he said, "Oh my god, what did
he do?" Anna noticed that there was a slight lilt to his voice that
hadn't been there before.
"What did who do?"
Ray turned to her and said, "My husband! It's me, Lydia." Ray
slapped his chest. "I'm in here."
Before Anna could say anything, Ray continued, "I couldn't let you
go, Lydia. I didn't know what I would do, or what I did do, but I
couldn't let you go."
"That's okay, dear. I understand."
Anna looked at Ray and couldn't help but think how weird this was.
To all appearances, Ray had had some kind of breakdown and was having
a conversation with himself, yet somehow she knew that his body now
housed two souls.
Ray said, "This is so weird. I feel more complete, but there's
something... wrong about the way I feel. Something wrong with my
clothes and face."
Then, with that feminine lilt, snorted and said, "You know I always
felt naked leaving the house without make-up. And you know I always
preferred dresses and skirts to pants. So unless you want to start
wearing women's stuff, you better just forget this."
A smile crossed Ray's face. "Your motives are transparent, dearie.
I'm sorry. I can't let you go. I won't let you go."
Ray shook his head. "Fine. But the consequences are on your head."
Ray turned to Anna and, in his male voice, said, "Thanks for everything."
Anna replied honestly. "I didn't do anything."
"Perhaps, but somehow I think being here started this going."
As Ray walked out of the room, Anna asked Nicole, "What's going to
happen to them?"
Nicole faded in, and said, "There's going to be a period of
adjustment as they get used to being two souls in one body. If they
can get past that, then they should be fine."
"Was she serious about him having to wear dresses?"
"She was serious about making him wear them. She thinks he'd be
better off if he got over her and moved on with his life. So for the
next week or two she's going to force him into being more like her,
thinking it will make him give her up."
"Will it?"
"It might. But if he can persevere, it will draw them closer together."
"I hope they make it."
Outside Ray saw his son (although he looked far more like a daughter
right now), and said, "Come on, Chris."
Tentatively, his son said, "Chris? As in...?"
"As in my child. You don't have to pretend to be Lydia anymore."
Chris threw his arms around his father's neck. After a few seconds,
Ray said, "I want to thank you for all you did for me, Chris. For
all you put up with. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I
would've done." Then Ray surprised Chris by giving him a small peck
on the corner of his mouth. It was something his dad had never done
before. Ray had never been a big fan of public displays of
affection. What's more, it was something his mother had done all the
time. But Chris didn't question it. He had his daddy back, as his
daddy, and that was all that really mattered.
They went home together, and Chris fixed his dad a celebratory
dinner. After they were finished, and were just sitting together
silently, Lydia, who had figured out how to speak mentally to Ray,
asked, "Love, would you give me control of our body for the evening?"
"Why?" he thought back.
"To prove you love me. And promise that you won't try to take
control back until morning."
"Well, okay."
Ray allowed himself to fade into the background, and Lydia, using his
voice, said, "Chris, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, dad, what do you want?"
"Teach me to cross dress. Dress me up as a woman."
Both Chris and Ray were shocked, and Ray almost took back possession
of the body, but Lydia stifled him by saying, "You promised!" Ray
grumbled a bit, but backed off.
Chris, who had heard none of that, asked, "You want me to dress you
up? But why?"
"Well, I've always been curious since I saw you first dressed, and
since your mom is gone, I figured this would give us a chance to get
closer."
"Are you sure? I don't want you thinking you have to do this because
you..." Chris let the rest of his thought taper off.
But Lydia finished the thought. "Because I used you as a replacement
for my dead wife?" Ray cringed at mention of what he had done, and
Lydia felt a bit guilty. But she persevered. She got up and sat
beside Chris on the couch. "Chris, I regret using you as I did. And
I regret taking advantage of the love you felt for me. But what I
don't regret is getting closer to you. You're my lifeline, Chris.
And I want to share this with you to strengthen that."
Chris seemed stunned, but finally said, "Okay," kissed his dad and
ran to his room.
Ray almost took back control, but Lydia said, "Either keep your
promise or let me go!" and he faded into the background. Then she
furthered the game and teased him, saying, "Besides, I think you'll
look cute as a girl."
Ray cringed a bit as Chris returned from his bedroom carrying a
dress, some frilly underthings, a wig, and some breastforms. "Okay,
I need to see you naked to see what I have to work with."
Ray wanted to take over and stop this, but Lydia just glowered at him
mentally and he kept back as she stripped him nude. If Chris noticed
any hesitancy on his dad's part, he chalked it up to first time
cross-dresser's jitters. After Ray got naked, Chris looked him over
and said, "Not too bad. Not too much body hair. And you're only a
little bigger than me and mom, so our stuff should fit. It'll be a
little tight, but you'll get by. It's not like we'll be going out on
the town. Or will we?"
"We'll see once you get me fully in drag."
"Okay, first thing. Although 'in drag' gets your point across, it's
kind of a dated term. It also brings up images of big, burly men
going out in dresses and making fun of those of us who are
transgendered. The proper phrase, at least around here, is 'en
femme'."
"En femme," Lydia repeated as Chris walked around his father's body.
After a bit, Chris said, "I think you're just hairy enough to need a
depilatory. Come on to the bathroom." The two went into the
bathroom together and after a quick shower, Chris took a bottle of
Nair and smeared it liberally over Ray's legs, arms, and chest.
After waiting for a while, Lydia showered "him"self off, and, content
with the result, got out of the shower and toweled off. Then "he"
walked back to the living room where Chris was waiting.
Ray (and even Lydia) was surprised to see Chris holding a corset,
saying "I dug this out. I don't use it much, but since you are a
little thicker than mom or me, I figured we'd need it." Lydia took
the corset and stepped into it. She had never been much into
corsets, not being fond of the constricted feeling of being in one.
She pulled the corset around Ray's torso and held it while Chris took
the breastforms, applied a layer of glue, then placed them against
his father's chest. Lydia pulled the corset into place and held it
while Chris cinched up the laces in back.
After he was finished, Lydia shot a thought at her husband. "Do you
like that? With the corset and breasts, you must be really curvy
now." Ray was strangely silent however, and since he wasn't rising
to the bait, Lydia returned her attention to the corset. She
muttered, "Comfortable."
She had intended it to be sub-audible, but Chris asked, "What was that?"
"Oh, this corset. It's more comfortable," Lydia almost slipped and
said, 'more comfortable than the last corset I wore,' but she caught
herself and said, "than your mother led me to believe when she got
herself out of the corset she wore on our wedding."
"Corsets have come a long way since then, dad." Chris then handed
Ray a pair of panties. "Put these on. Unless you want to go for
slutty."
Lydia started to put the panties on, and wasn't paying attention when
Ray took command of his voice long enough to ask, "What do you mean
'slutty'?"
Chris grinned. Lydia had wanted to bury that, and was about to say
not to explain when Chris said, "Mom explained it to me. Most of the
time, when wearing a corset, you're going for fashionable, so you
wear your panties on the inside of your garter straps. But if you
have reason to believe you're going to be slutty and want to get out
of your panties fast, then you wear them outside the garter straps."
Ray said, "Oh?" Even though he didn't say anything, Lydia knew he
was thinking about their wedding night, when she had chosen to go
'slutty'.
And Chris commented on it. "Does that smile mean you're remembering
your wedding night?" Ray nodded. "Yeah, mom confessed to me shortly
after she started helping me that she wanted you so badly that night,
that she almost went without panties." Inside Ray's head, it was
Lydia's turn to shrink down, embarrassed.
Ray took advantage of it and asked, "Do you know why your mom started
helping with your dressing? We both decided you were old enough to
make your own decisions, but... well, neither of us were particularly
happy about it."
"Yeah, and I want to tell you I appreciate your letting me control my
own life. Actually, the reason why mom and I got to working together
was my fault. I don't know if you'll remember, but when I started, I
made the mistake a lot of girls make and assumed that more
automatically meant better. So, one day I layered it on particularly
thickly, and came downstairs, telling mom I was going out, when she
suddenly she goes, 'No, you're not!' and grabs me by my arm and drags
me upstairs. Before I know what's happening, she's scrubbing my face
with cold cream, and saying, 'If you're going to do this, you're
going to learn to do it right.' Then she gives me my first lesson in
the application of make-up." Chris got a sad look on his face. "I
never got a chance to tell her, but that night was the first time I
ever really felt beautiful as a girl. I mean I always knew I was
pretty, but thanks to mom, that night I really felt beautiful."
"You really got close to your mom over the last years, didn't you?"
Chris nodded. "Oh, dad, I miss her so much. Why'd she leave us?"
Ray hugged his son. "She didn't leave us. She was taken from us in
that robbery. And somehow I think she's a lot closer than either of
us realizes. Maybe if we say really nice things about her we can
convince her soul to stay close and watch over us."
Chris thought his father was just speaking symbolically, but Lydia
knew Ray was making a play to convince her to stay, and due to her
own emotion over what Chris had confessed, she had almost forgotten
what she was trying to do. But she steeled herself, and though to
Ray, "You promised me control of the body. You promised not to take
control back."
Ray thought back, "I didn't TAKE control back. You gave it back and
ran away when Chris confessed about your telling him about our
wedding night." Chris didn't notice it, but Ray's face turned beet
red as Lydia's embarrassment resurfaced. "But control is yours
whenever you want it."
Lydia took control back, but was then confronted with the fact that
she was now holding her own son in her arms. She hugged him tighter,
and for a minute, just stayed that way, loathe to let go of her only
child. But finally, she loosened her grip and said, "Let's finish
getting me dressed now."
Chris let his father go and went over and got a pair of stockings.
When he returned he noticed that the corset's garters were now inside
the panties he was wearing. "Ray" shrugged and said, "I decided to
go for slutty."
Chris thought it a bit strange, but didn't question it. He gave the
stockings to his father and said, "Roll them up into doughnuts with
the toe sticking out, slide them onto your foot, then roll them up
your leg, straightening the seams as you go." Lydia took the
stockings, and with far more years of experience than Chris had,
quickly had the stockings in place. Chris said, "You do that awfully
well."
Lydia said, "I watched your mom an awful lot."
"You must've been paying attention." Lydia just smiled. Chris
brought over the dress and helped Ray into it, then zipped him up.
Then he sat him down and said, "Now it's time for the make-up."
Lydia teased him, saying, "Not too much now."
Chris smiled, thinking that his father really seemed to be getting
into this. "Never. I learned my lesson long ago." Chris took his
purse, sat down beside his father, got out a bunch of make-up and
started applying it to his father's face. After he was finished, he
took the wig he brought and carefully placed it on top of Ray's head.
Then he said, "All done."
Lydia got up and went over and looked in the wall mirror. All in
all, Chris hadn't done a bad job. The only mistake he made was that
Ray's skin tone was slightly darker, and required slightly different
color make-up to really look great, but she suspected that that was
more due to a lack of the proper colors than any lack of ability to
determine that.
She heard Chris ask, "Well?" and knew that Chris was worried that his
father might not like what he had done.
Although that was exactly what Lydia wanted, she didn't want to hurt
his feelings, and she said, "You made me look beautiful." Chris
beamed with pride.
Suddenly, Ray took command of his body. Lydia was worried at what he
was doing and was about to shout him down, when he surprised her and
said, "You did your mother proud," and quickly retreated back into
his head. Chris leapt forward and threw his arms around his father.
Lydia just held her son as she heard Ray say, "Sorry for breaking my
promise, but that did need to be said. He did do you proud."
Lydia almost cried, but was also disappointed. She wanted Ray upset
enough at what she had done to let her go and stop obsessing on her.
Instead he seemed to actually be accepting this and appreciating it.
But she had something else she could do that should get him to not
only let her go, but actually kick her out of his head. "Chris,
would you do me a favor?"
"Sure, dad."
"Would you fuck me? Service me like a girl?"
Inside his head, Ray said, "Now wait a minute-"
But Lydia angrily said, "Let me go or SHUT UP! I mean it, Ray! You
saddled me with this, so I'm going to handle it my way. Now back
off!" Ray meekly retreated.
Chris, who had been too stunned to speak, finally said, "You want me
to fuck you? But why?"
"After I used you like I did," Lydia felt Ray cringe inside his head,
"I've been feeling guilty. If you would be willing to make love to
me, then it would show me that you forgive me."
Chris surprised Lydia by saying, "Okay, dad." She had expected him
to say no and that would leave Ray with the awkwardness of the
proposition. But she had started this, now she had to see it through.
But Ray wasn't entirely cowed and said, "Are you sure of this? This
is our son, Lydia."
Lydia, with a snide tone, said, "Afraid of your son reaming your ass?
Why? Isn't that what you've been doing to him?"
"But I was sick with grief. What's your excuse?"
That almost stopped Lydia cold. The only thing that kept her going
was the fact that she could see that Chris really wanted this, and to
deny him now would hurt the boy more than she was willing to do.
Instead she let Chris lead them over to the couch, and she sat down.
Before he could sit beside them, she pushed the edge of his dress up,
saying, "Let me get you ready like your mom used to do for me."
She pulled Chris's panties down and took his dick into their mouth.
Chris moaned as Lydia slowly bobbed up and down on him, getting his
dick all slobbery wet. After just a little while Lydia pulled off of
him, then lay on their back and said, "Now it's your turn to service
me."
Chris almost ripped his panties off of his father's body. When he
did, he got between Ray's legs and put his dick to Ray's ass. He
then asked, "Ready?"
Lydia said, "Do it."
Chris shoved into his father, jamming all of his dick into Ray. He
took Ray's dick with one hand, and stroked his body with the other,
while pumping his hips against his father. The two moved together
until Ray moaned and started spurting into the air. Seeing his
father orgasm, Chris finally went over the edge and sprayed into his
father's ass. Then Chris fell atop his father, feeling Ray's arms
envelop him.
Afterwards, Chris tentatively asked, "Did you like that, dad? Tell
me the truth."
Inside, Lydia told Ray, "Yes, tell him the truth, Ray. Tell him how
you really feel," then turned control back over to Ray.
She expected Ray to stammer out an answer, but he surprised her by
saying, "I think the female of our species is missing out by you
only being interested in other guys. You're a kind, sensitive,
caring lover."
"You mean that?"
"I do."
"Dad... I've got a confession. I almost didn't try to get help for
you. ever since I was a teen, I've had a thing for you. I
actually... enjoyed being your wife. I just knew you were hurting
inside, and had to fix it."
"You made the right choice. And don't expect this regularly. You
should look for a full time lover outside the family. But if you're
feeling alone some night, just ask and I'll be there for you."
"Thanks, dad." The two then cuddled up and fell asleep.
In his dream, Ray was in a diner, the same diner where he had first
met Lydia, a waitress at the time. Lydia was behind the counter in
her old outfit. She looked at him and said, "So you like getting
fucked by your son? Wait'll I have you fucking an entire biker gang,
you sissy fag."
Ray ignored her barbs and asked, "Do you really hate being with me?"
Lydia said nothing for a few seconds before saying, "I think it'd be
best if you let me go."
"You're not answering my question and you know it. Do you hate being
with me? Do you WANT to go?" Ray stepped behind the counter so that
there was nothing physical (so to speak) between them. "If you can
look me in the eye, and honestly say you want to go, I'll release
you."
Lydia trembled in place before turning around and saying, "Of course
I don't want to leave you."
Ray stepped up and put his hands on her shoulders. "Then why are you
fighting this so hard?"
Lydia took a deep breath and said, "I'm dead, Ray. D. E. A. D. Dead.
Gunned down by an armed robber in a grocery store hold up. We'll
never be together again. Your holding on can't be good for you."
Ray wrapped his arms around her. "Lydia, we are together again. It
has never been about the physical with us. We were best friends long
before we were lovers. You want me to fuck men? You want me to sex
Chris. Fine. I'll do it to be with you. And if you really want me
to let you go, I will. But first, keep this in mind. Every time we
have put 'us' and the family first before profit or personal gain, we
have always come out ahead. We CAN make this work, as we have made
other things work before."
Lydia thought about it and finally said, "Alright. With one condition."
"Name it."
"I really, REALLY hate pants. I don't know why. I just always have.
So if I stick around, you have to spend... at least half of your at
home time in dresses and/or skirts."
"Hun, I'm going to surprise you. I'll spend all my at home time in
dresses if you agree to let me wear that corset."
"You like corsets?"
"You know I always liked tight fitting clothes. The corset? I don't
know. It just feels nice."
"Okay. We'll do this on a trial basis for... a month. But if it
causes more problems then it solves, you let me go, deal?"
"Deal."
The two kissed in their hearts as they kissed in their dreams.
************
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"This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure. I just like T.V. better."
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
ICQ#37222294
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