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The Institute by Ruth White [3/3]
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for you... for us."
"You don't think I meant that literally, do you? I meant it as a
compliment. Besides, you know I'm married."
"So what? You told me that both of you have lovers and never
sleep together."
"So what! How would it look if it got around that I left my wife for
a gal who used to be a guy? I'd be laughed right out of the bar
association. I'd never work again, I'd be blackballed like you were.
Remember? Lawyers aren't expected to be perfect, but they sure as
hell had better be discreet."
Ed dressed and left the hotel just as soon as he could while Mike
sat and cried. He didn't remember going back to the Institute but
found himself in the lobby crying. His life was over. He'd thrown it
away for nothing and didn't know what to do.
He heard the sound of high heels on the floor and looked up to see
a tall gorgeous blonde woman looking at him.
"Hi, my name is Leslie."
"I'm Amanda."
"Can I help you, Amanda? You seem to be in some kind of
trouble."
"I don't think you can help me. I don't think anyone can help me."
"I don't want to be nosy, but is it man trouble?"
"Yes <sniff>."
"Well, maybe I can help."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Maybe I would. You see, I'm a man."
"So am I, or I was until..." Mike broke down and started bawling
loudly. Leslie sat down and pulled Mike's head to his breast.
"There, there. Don't worry; everything will turn out fine. Why
don't you come up to my apartment and we'll talk about it?" Leslie
helped Mike to the elevator and they went upstairs.
******
Mike sipped his drink. It had sure helped calm him down. "I'm not
sure now, how exactly I wound up like this. All I wanted to do was
dress like a woman once in a while. Now I am one."
"And the world's a better place for it," Leslie told him. Mike felt
drawn to Leslie. He looked at Leslie's long blonde hair, it was so
pretty, and his dress, wow! Mike didn't want to leave the comfort of
Leslie's presence. He found himself hoping secretly that Leslie
might want to kiss him.
******
Late that evening on a trans-oceanic phone line. "You were right,
Justine. It worked."
"I'm always right."
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11. Chapter
Time flew by for Mike and Leslie and in what seemed like no time
at all Mike, wearing a white satin peignoir set, found himself eating
breakfast with Leslie's sister Justine, who was helping him today.
They made small talk until Justine told him, "I think you'd better
start getting ready."
They went into Mike's dressing room. "So do you have something
old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue
picked out?" Justine asked her brother's fiance.
"Not really."
"Then let's see what we can come up with. For starters, I'll lend
you a pair of old blue panties."
"... And here's a new bra. I noticed that all of yours are C cups,
but when you were being measured for your trousseau I copied the
figures down and they say that you should be wearing D cups."
Mike had noticed that he was uncomfortable lately, but hadn't
been able to discover the problem.
"How could that be?" he asked Justine.
"I'm sure I don't know.
"These breasts of mine have gotten so big. Maybe I can have some
of the implant filler removed."
"Oh. Didn't Les tell you? The filler gradually gets absorbed and
replaced with body tissue."
"No. You mean... ?"
"Yes, dear. Those are all you by now and to be comfortable a girl
should always wear a properly fitted brassiere."
******
Mike sat alone in his intricate wedding gown, waiting for what
would come next, when the door opened and Justine walked in. She
had changed into wearing a masculine looking black tuxedo. There
was a man with her and Mike blushed deeply when he recognized
him; it was his old boss George Fisher. "At least he'll never
recognize me now," thought Mike, but he was proved wrong when
Justine introduced them.
"Mike this is Judge Fisher. Judge, may I present my brother's
fiance, Michael Taylor?"
Mike was crimson as George Fisher stuck his hand out. "We've met
before," said Fisher as he took Mike's feminine hand to his lips like
a gentleman, "although our last meeting was under slightly
different circumstances."
Mike tried to compose himself and for lack of anything better to
say, said, "So it's Judge Fisher now?"
"Yes, I was elevated to the bench about six months ago. In fact, I
am here today on official business."
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"Really?"
"Yes, I'm going to conduct this morning's ceremony, but there is a
little preliminary business to attend to."
The judge took out some documents. "I hope you understand
Michael, that what I did at the firm, I did as an officer of the firm
and not as an individual. Let's leave the past behind and pretend it
never happened."
"That's fine with me," replied Mike.
"Excellent. I'll get down to business, then. I have before me a
petition for a change of name from Michael Taylor. Raise your right
hand, Mike. Do you, Michael Taylor, swear that the information
contained in this petition is true to the best of your knowledge and
that it is not offered with intent to deceive?"
Mike was a little bewildered by the proceedings , but he answered
yes anyway.
"Sign here please, and will you sign as witness, Ms. van Damme?"
The legalities taken care of, Judge Fisher announced: "By the
power invested in me by the people of the State of New York, I
proclaim that, from this day forward, your name shall be Amanda
Michelle Taylor."
Judge Fisher straightened out the many documents. "Here is your
copy, Amanda. You should receive an amended birth certificate in
about three months. Now I'd better hurry or I'll be late for the
wedding." He left the room.
"Well, Amanda, I think it's time. Shall we go?" asked Justine.
"Just let me get my headpiece on."
Mike positioned the headpiece and arranged the veil so that it
covered his face, then picked up his bouquet. "I'm ready."
Justine took Mike's elbow and guided him to the door, from
beyond which could be heard the beginning strains of the Wedding
March from Lohengrin. Mike was relieved to have Justine's
assistance. Otherwise he would have had trouble with the
voluminous skirts of his gown. He mused for a minute, thinking
how peculiar it was that such an unconventional bride and groom
should wed in such a conventional ceremony.
Mike walked to the altar and, like every bride on her wedding day,
he looked radiant.
Leslie had wanted to wear a gown also, but Mike and Justine had
talked him out of it. Instead, he wore a white satin tuxedo which
only served to emphasized his curvaceous body. Long blonde curls
tumbled out from under his top hat and his feet were shod in white
satin high heeled pumps.
Dawn, Dan, and Henrietta were the bridesmaids, beautiful in their
long gowns.
Justine handed Mike over to Leslie and they all turned to face
Judge Stone.
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"Do you, Amanda Michelle Taylor take this man, Leslie Serge van
Damme, to be ..."
THE END
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