Becoming Becky (part 15)
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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Jim approached and said, "How did your date go?"
"Dad, I need to talk with you about that," replied Bob.
Jim sat down next to Bob and said, "go ahead."
"Joanne is a tranny!" blurted Bob.
"If you intend to continue with her, by better lose that phrase," said Jim
"Tranny?" asked Bob, "what's wrong with that – it's true"
"That word is highly offensive – it's like using the 'N' word with a black person."
"I guess I have a lot to learn," confessed Bob, "I had difficulty accepting Becky as she was and now I'm falling for Joanne, and I don't know what to do."
"Why does Joanne being a trans-woman such a bad thing?" asked Jim.
"It's not a bad thing," replied Bob, "just a surprise – she is so beautiful."
"Trans-women are some of the most beautiful women in the world," Jim said.
"Have you ever been with one?" Bob asked.
"Yes," Jim admitted, "before I met Mary – but please keep this between us."
"I dated a beautiful trans-woman for a couple of years and learned a lot in that time," explained Jim, "that, along with my brother Sam enabled me to recognize Becky's problem early in her life."
"Did you love her?" Bob asked.
"Yes, I did," Jim replied.
"What happened?" Bob asked.
"She moved to California," Jim explained, and later I met Mary."
"So it's okay for me to love a trans-woman?" Bob asked.
"Of course it is," he assured Jim, "if that's what you want."
"I think it is," Jim replied, "but not because she is a trans-woman, but because she is Joanne."
"That's a pretty good reason," said Jim.
"Thanks for helping me through this," said Bob, thankfully.
Jim went inside and Bob got up to look for Bill. In a few minutes he spotted Bill getting of a tractor, and approached him.
"How was your date?" Bill asked.
"Very memorable," said Bob, "she dropped a bomb on me, like Becky did to you."
Bill paused, and then realized what had happened and said, "That can be a tough thing to face – I know."
"Yes," said Bob, "which is why I really need to talk to you – I really like Joanne but don't know if I can handle this – you worked through it, and maybe you'll help me."
"You were a real prick to Becky," replied Bill, "but if you are sincere about this I'll help you – if you are just looking for a 'walk on the wild side' you can forget it."
"I'm sincere all right," assured Bob, "but don't even know the right words – how did you learn to deal with her dick – did you suck her?"
"You're right about the words – Becky doesn't have a dick – it's a clitty, though it used to be a dick." said Bill, "it will be a lot easier if you just think of it as a clitty. The way I see it, a man who really cares about his lady will go down on her and not fuss about what is between her legs."
"I've seen pictures of shemales online and they have huge dicks!" countered Bob.
"First of all," responded Bill, "Shemales are a product of the porn industry, and nothing like real trans-women. The hormones that trans-women take cause them to shrink considerably. Don't EVER think of Joanne or Becky as shemales!"
"Okay, I got that – but I'm straight!" protested Bob, "I can't be giving a blowjob, even if they are small."
"That won't get you very far," responded Bill, "thinking like that."
"I guess you're right," said Bob, "I don't know what to do."
"Do you want to make the relationship work?" asked Bill, "or do you want to bail out on it?"
"I really want Joanne," pleaded Bob, "I just need to work through this."
"Then go talk with her," Bill said, "the sooner the better."
Bob thanked Bill and went to find Joanne. He found her with Becky, crying.
"I'd really like to talk with you, Joanne," he said, "if you'll give me a chance."
Becky got up and left them alone, glaring at Bob as she left.
Bob reached out to touch Joanne, but she pulled away.
"Joanne, I really like you and I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you," said Bob, "I've got a lot on my mind as you may, and would like to make this work."
Joanne looked up, tears in her eyes, but said nothing.
"Please give me a chance," Bob continued, "I don't know what to say, but I honestly want to try."
Bob left Joanne and went off on his own, feeling very isolated.
Becky rejoined Joanne, who broke her silence, "I think Bob sincerely wants to make this work."
"Perhaps," agreed Becky, "but be cautious – I've forgiven him, but I'm not so sure I'm ready to trust him."
"What should I watch out for?" asked Joanne.
"Bob doesn't understand girls like us," said Becky, but he will learn if he is interested. My biggest concern is that I think he is homophobic."
"That could be a big deal," agreed Joanne, "while we are not gay, many people think we are, and Bob may also, and could have a tough time really accepting me as anything more than a novelty."
Joanne and Becky hugged, and Joanne went looking for Bob. She wasn't sure what she would say, but knew they had to talk. Finding Bob, they smiled at each other and Joanne said, "sorry I wasn't ready to talk before, but I am now."
They talked for a few minutes soon they were again kissing. Bob promised to keep an open mind and try to understand, and Joanne promised to try to give Bob some room, and not be critical of mistakes he might make.
"There is one thing that could be a problem," said Joanne.
"What's that?" asked Bob.
"Are you homophobic?" asked Joanne.
"Hell no! Why would you ask that?" Bob shot back.
After a long pause for both of them, he continued, "Well maybe I am – I just didn't think so."
"Here's why its important," said Joanne, "Becky and I are not gay, but a lot of people wrongly think we are. If you are even a little homophobic that will influence how you see me, and I want you to see me honestly, as I really am."
"If I am even a little homophobic," said Bob, "I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know what to do about it."
"I don't have an answer," replied Joanne, "but if you keep an open mind and try to understand me, it will probably help."
"I'll do my best," said Bob.
"So will I," agreed Joanne, smiling.
Mary caught them kissing as she told them that dinner was ready.
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