Becoming Becky (part 1)
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 fiancé! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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Becky is a girl who was born as a boy. It sounds simple, but it's amazing complex. Born as George, younger brother to Bob. Her parents were Jim and Mary. Both her parents were supportive, although Mary was reluctant at first but Jim almost seemed enthusiastic in his support of Becky. Brother Bob was quite another matter. From the very first, he picked on Becky and would often call her George just to piss her off.
That's a lot to take in, so let's go back to the beginning. George was born an apparently normal boy, but by age three he seemed like to play with the neighborhood girls more than with the boys. Mary was the first to notice this and brought her concern to Jim. Jim's initial response was, "Maybe George is becoming a lady's man a bit early."
Mary didn't see the humor in that, but soon Jim saw that there was something different about George. They took George to their family doctor, who said it was probably just a phase that George would grow out of. Mary accepted that at first, and let it go for now. Jim thought there might be something more to it, but said nothing for now.
As time went on it was clear that George's "condition" was not getting better. Jim did some research and found another doctor and discussed taking George to him. Dr. Fredericks had worked with a number of patients regarding gender issues. Mary was unsure at first, saying, "What's wrong with our own doctor?"
"He doesn't understand what's going on," Jim said.
"What do you mean?" asked Mary, "What's going on and why do you think you know more about this than our own doctor?"
"Because my brother was like that," said Jim, "and I want better for George."
"But you don't have a brother!" declared Mary.
"Not any more," said Jim, turning away as his voice broke, "he killed himself because he couldn't take it."
Mary was shocked and wanted to know more, but Jim said he couldn't talk about it now.
Later that day Mary kissed Jim and asked, "Ready to talk yet?"
Jim smiled and said, "yes, it's just tough to remember, but I need to share this with you."
"I'm listening," said Mary.
"My brother Sam was two years younger than me, and was like George. My parents took him to our doctor and was told the same as we heard for George. In time it didn't go away, and they took him to our pastor, and they enrolled him in a 'faith based' cure."
"Did it work?" asked Mary.
"Hell, it was all a bunch of crap!" replied Jim, "All they did was fill his mind with guilt, and really screwed him up."
"What happened then?" inquired Mary.
Nothing for awhile," Jim explained, "Sam realized that he had to keep it a secret, and so he tried to act like a boy while everyone was watching. He would borrow some of our sister's clothing and dressed in private."
"If he was so private about this," Mary asked, "how did you know about his secrets?"
"Sam and I were very close," Jim said, "he confided in me – I was the only one who accepted him – or her."
"So what happened?" Mary asked.
"One day my father came home early and caught Sam dressed," Jim said, "he just went crazy and really smacked Sam around – nearly put him in the hospital. He went through all of Sam's things and threw out all the girls stuff."
Jim continued, "Sam was really quiet after that and fell into depression. I talked with my father about it and he said it was far better for Sam to be an unhappy straight guy than a happy faggot."
"It was a confusing mess for a while. I tried to comfort Sam but nothing I said or did seemed to help. He said he wished he had never been born," explained Jim.
"So then what?" asked Mary.
Jim's eyes teared up and he turned away from Mary so she wouldn't see. After composing himself, he replied, "One day the police came to the house and told my parents that Sam was dead – he walked out in front of a truck and was killed instantly."
"My mother and I were really broken up about it," Jim explained, "but my father said it was probably for the best. My mother went ballistic about that and said my father had driven Sam to suicide."
Jim continued, "My father was indignant and claimed that Sam was better dead than a faggot. He said his only regret was that Sam was burning in hell, but he deserved it. Things got worse from there and soon they split up – that's all I can say now."
Jim walked out of the room, recalling all the painful details from years ago. Nothing more was said that night.
The next morning Mary said, "Jim, let's take George to that doctor you found."
Jim agreed and said he would call for an appointment.
It took three weeks to get an opportunity to see Dr. Fredericks – he was really in demand. He examined George and had some blood samples taken. He asked to speak with George alone and afterward brought Jim and Mary into his office.
He began, "I'm glad you brought George to me. George is suffering from gender dysphoria – essentially he is physically a boy, but with the mind of a girl."
"How can this be?" Mary asked.
"We don't know for sure why this happens – it might be partially genetic, but there is some evidence that hormonal conditions during gestation may contribute to the condition."
Mary returned, "You mean it could have happened while I was carrying George? What did I do wrong to cause this?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," replied the doctor, "there is no blame here, but you were wise to bring George to me. Society is not very understanding and there has been little research on this, so most doctors don't know how to handle this."
"What can be done for George?" Jim asked.
"This may be a little difficult for you to accept," said the doctor, "but let him be who he is, and if that means being girl, help him deal with it. When I get the blood test results back I'll let you know if there is any indication of other problems."
Jim and Mary had much to think about. They talked with George he told them that he really hated being a boy and wished he could be girl. They bought George some girl's clothes and he beamed with joy. He put them on and was happier than Jim or Mary had seen before.
Since George wasn't in school yet, he could be a girl full time without a problem. After about a week George asked if he could have a girl name – he wanted to be called Becky. Jim and Mary agreed, and cautioned Becky that she should never tell anyone that she was born a boy, and never to let anyone else to see her with her panties down.
Becky agreed, but didn't really understand why.
They lived on a 700 acre farm in eastern Iowa, raising some dairy cattle and growing corn, soybeans and other crops. Being a small family-owned farm, they couldn't hire a lot of help, so Becky and Bob helped as they could.
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