Carol, The Saga Continues

It's very late Monday night as Carol returns from the date that J C had forced her to keep, she places her purse on the hall table, throws her jacket over a chair and walks toward her bedroom. She can't wait to shed this clothing that J C demanded she wear. As she walks, her feet, clad in the five inch ankle strap heels, feel like they weigh ten pounds apiece. Her hair, which was done attractively in a French Twist when she left, is now a mess. Her stockings both have runs, her blouse is torn with two buttons missing and her bra and panties are missing entirely. She feels cheap, she feels used, she feels helpless, but most of all, she feels alone.

Loneliness was not an uncommon emotion for Carol, ever since she had decided to reveal to her family that she was going to change her appearance to reflect the gender shift she yearned for. Oh sure, her mother tried to be supportive but she could only do so much. Mom had always known, even when Carol was very young, that her third son was different. Her mother was an "old school" mother and housewife, she had supper on the table every night at the same time, she did what she was told, she kept her mouth shut and took all the abuse that the old school women had to endure.

Carol had been christened as Carl, forty two years ago and up until her thirtieth birthday had been reasonably satisfied with opportunity cross-dressing. It was then that she decided to dress and live 24/7 as a female. Growing up as the son of a German Vintner in Hermann Missouri was not an easy life. She and her five brothers, along with her father managed to grow the grapes, make the wine and then deliver it to the market. Hermann had been the winery capitol for many years before the big California wineries had taken away most of its market share. Her father was also from the old school, and she thought back to the fateful day that she had decided to tell her family about Carol. Tears streamed down her face as she looked into the mirror and saw only a shadow, where once there had been substance. She wiped away the tears and with it the heavy eye makeup that J C had insisted she wear for her date.