Chrysalis Part 1
This story is about a young man's quest to fix a major birth defect--he was born without a penis. On his quest he meets his soul mate and many other soon to be friends.
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Chapter 13--Lose Ends
"Hi boys," Helga chirped from her desk, Henry Mancini was playing in the background. Chris recognized Windmills of your Mind; his mother was a big fan of Mancini and soft pop. "Glad you are here. Got papers for you to sign Chris, and Stu wants to see you, Tom, in his office, pronto." Tom headed back to Stu's domain while Helga motions Chris to join her at a small table tucked into a corner of the room. "So how is it going, Chris? Has Tom been ...attentive?"
"We have been on the go continually since I last saw you. More eating in restaurants and more food than I have seen in years."
"Good, need to fatten you a little--not chubby--but definitely not anorexic. The things between you and Tom? Good?"
"Better," Chris gave Helga an enigmatic smile. "We finally discussed us last night. We're by no means done, but it is a start."
"I want you to be assured you were hired for your talent and not your relationship with Tom. Whatever transpires between you and Tom has no relationship to your work for us. Understand?"
Chris nodded, "I want you to know that this decision is mine, and Tom is not making my decisions." Chris emitted a small chuckle, "We set that straight this week too."
"Good boy, never give up yourself for anyone else." Helga shoved some papers in front of Chris. "The first is allowing us to direct deposit money into your bank account."
Chris looked at the paper and the x marking where to sign. "I don't have a bank account," Chris said, embarrassed by the lack.
"I figured not so I set one up for you." Chris looked confused. "When you were here on Monday and signed the initial contract, it allowed me limited Power of Attorney to set up financial and other necessary services for your employment." Helga smiled reassuringly, "It is with Chase." She then slid two small envelopes to Chris. "One is your credit card with Chase, this is for your personal use. Right now, it has a $5,000 limit. The second is an American Express, which is for work expenses--meals, travel, lodging, etc., which are not covered by the client. You have a $150 per diem when you work in the states, $250 for Europe, Africa and South America, and $350 for China and Japan. All receipts come to me." Helga face solidified into stone. "I watch all expenses closely. If I feel it is not work related, I will deny payment and you will reimburse the company. Understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, The next piece of paper is authorization to obtain your passport. I don't guess that you have a birth certificate handy?"
"My parents might have one, but good luck asking them." The tone was bitter resignation.
"I thought not, so the next form is authorization to obtain a birth certificate. You are requesting it for yourself, but it will come here. Then I can use it to obtain the passport. I also need the name of the doctor who is handling your transition."
"Why?" Chris asked at this odd request.
"The physician will certify that you have started gender reassignment and then I can have the passport identify you as male."
"Cool, I had not thought about any of that." Chris paused "what about social security and driver's license?"
"It is easier to have the passport changed and then change the others. Fortuitously, when your parents requested your Social Security card, they listed your name as Chris and not Christina, which I assume is on the birth certificate." Helga waited for Chris to process the information. "This will make everything easier because there does not need to be any name changes."
"I actually think my birth certificate says Chris. My mother wanted me to have a gender neutral first name--a blow to sexism." Chris's eyes light with amusement, "My dad started calling me Christina after I hit puberty and my breakdown, but before I was always Chris to everyone. An unintended consequence of women's lib."
"Give her a thanks for doing something smart. Just a few more signatures: Employee handbook, sexual harassment, insurance."
"Get insurance!" Chris bounded upright with an eager look at Helga.
"Yes full insurance: medical, dental, eye, everything. I have the names of a couple of doctors in New York that can guide you in your transition." Helga smiled affectionately at Chris. "And you have a 401 K and profit sharing after two years."
"I won't need to sell my ass?" Chris asked with a broad grin.
"Honey, you will still need to sell your ass and everything else. You work for us now. But we keep it mostly clean and no, I repeat, no sex as part of the job." Helga returned the smile, "See Section 2:b of the employee handbook."
Chris leaned over and kissed Helga on the cheek, "Thanks for everything."
She blushed and fumbled for words, which she had not done in at least a decade. "We are very pleased to have you as part of our company. We consider everyone as family." The warmth in Helga's eyes reduced Chris to tears, Helga stood and so did Chris. She pulled Chris into an embrace that he had not had in years; it felt so loving and accepting and protective. "Now go see Stu. He wants to discuss Milan and other projects for you. You are suddenly a hot commodity."
Chris wiped a couple of tears from under his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. "Thank you, thank you for everything." Chris headed toward the door to Stu's office.
Helga yelled back to him, "You forgot your cards" Chris rushed back to the table and picked up the two envelopes with the credit cards. Chris picked up the cards and as he was almost to the door, he turned, waved the cards. "Thanks, love ya."
"Love you too" Helga replied as she picked up the phone at the desk. Chris suddenly realized that she meant those words. He had family.
"Chris, my boy," Stu bounded from the sofa where he was talking to Tom, grabbed Chris from the door and dragged him over to the sofa to sit with Tom. "Did Helga got everything taken care of. Any questions?"
"Helga is amazing," Stu nodded vigorous assent. "She is the most efficient secretary. I hope you pay her very well." Chris smiled but he was met with Stu's frozen face when playing red light/green light.
Panicked Chris looked to Tom who also had a "you just farted" look. Then Tom broke out into a loud laugh, "Chris, honey, Helga is not a secretary, she is a partner in the firm and COO. She handles the business end."
"Ooh," the faux pas dawning on Chris, "but she is staffing the front desk?"
Stu relaxed, "I can see the confusion. Our administrative assistant, as they are referred to now, is on leave for six months to have a baby. We are interviewing temps and should have Shelby start on Monday." Stu motioned Chris to sit and Stu wedged himself between Chris and Tom. "I need to explain the organizational structure." Chris looked at Stu with a glance to Tom, who smiled reassuringly back. "Gorky, Miriam, Helga and I are all partners in this business. I handle talent and booking, Gorky manages marketing, promotions and events, Miriam is artistic director" Stu said the last with a wave of his hands that indicated the term was a loose term. "and Helga is responsible for everything else."
Chris emitted a small laugh, "I just kissed the COO of one of the major modeling firms in the country."
Stu eyes widened and he started to laugh loud and bold, "You kissed Helga?"
"Only on the cheek,"
"Still, you kissed her. She hasn't even let Tom kiss anything but her hand, and that was a concession. She must like you."
"When we leave, I will scold her for kissing my boyfriend," Tom added with mirth.
"Kissed Helga," Stu shook his head in disbelief, "Did she kiss you back?" Stu's eyes crinkled.
"I don't know that I should tattle on a lady." Chris's smile was teasing.
"She did, damn. Who knew the old gal had it in her." Stu looked at Tom and then at Chris. "To business. First, I want you, Chris, to know how excited we are to have you as part of the company. I sent some of your pictures to my contacts in Italy and France and had a bidding war for you at Milan Fashion Week. Versace, Bottega Veneta, Moschino and even staid Valentino showed interest. Even Tom, when he was a fresh face did not generate such interest. Versace offered the most money but I think Moschino is a better entry into the business. Their line is more edgy. I will let you look at the lines and get to me next week. I also have interest in your working London and Paris the weeks before, but I need to get firmer information. Once you are in New York, I have several fashion shots for Calvin Klein, yes underwear but it pays very well, and a few magazines. I will be sending you a schedule next week. I have you very busy starting the end of April until just before New York's Fashion Week. I know this is a lot suddenly, but we need to establish you while you are a hot commodity. Once you start hormone treatments your appearance will change." Chris looked concerned that his physical changes will destroy his career and then he will be back on the street. "I'm not too concerned about the change in your physical appearance, because you will still be handsome, only more masculine. What will not change is the inner you that is projected. The photo of you in the leather is the new jack-off picture on the fashion circuit." Stu smiled; it was one of glee.
"Shit," Tom broke in, "I finally find myself a boyfriend and he is suddenly everyone's wet dream. Stu? Do you have a cattle prod so I can keep all the pervs off."
"I will be able to handle myself quite well, thank you," Chris scolded Tom, then evil smile. "Who says I want to fight them off?"
"Believe me all that sex is exhausting and soon meaningless."
"You were a slut then, whoring any dick that had a good face?"
"Yeah, guilty," Tom looked down ashamed, but a small thin smile split his lips.
"So, you are going to protect me from being you?"
"Yeah," quiet voice.
"Like fucking hell, you will." Chris's voice was not loud but it was firm. "I am over 18 and will decide whom I bed, where I bed them, and how I bed them. And maybe I even will do orgies." Chris wished he had a camera for the look on Tom's face: mouth open, eyes wide, breath held. Chris smiled gently, "If you keep me happy and love me but don't try to control me, I will be only yours. I will be the one carrying the cattle prod."
Stu gave a small chuckle, "Guess you've been told."
"Got it Chris." Tom leaned over Stu and met Chris's lips about Stu's navel.
"This is awkward," Stu said, "but cute. ... You fly out today?"
"We should arrive at LaGuardia about 7:30 and be home by 9," Tom said.
"Tickets?"
"Helga has them"
"Good, plans for the rest of the day."
"Need to finish up at Macy's, some final approvals and then an early supper with Cedrick and Ariel in their suite at the hotel."
"Got a busy day too, so I won't keep you." Stu rose, as did Chris and Tom. "I'll walk you out."
"He dudes, didn't want you sneaking off without saying goodbye," Gorky's voice hit them as they entered the lobby; Miriam was standing next to Gorky smiling. Hugs and kisses went around. Chris was mildly shocked when Gorky kissed him on the lips, which earn a wink from Gorky. "Miriam and I have a small gift for each of you." Miriam hand a small box with a ribbon and bow on them. She gave both Tom and Chris kisses on the cheek as she extended the boxes in her hands. Tom and Chris both said thanks, "Dudes, open them." Tom and Chris looked at each other. "Nothing too obscene, we promise."
"I know you, and Miriam is even worse. You are both very perverted and twisted," Tom said.
"Thanks, dude, we appreciate the compliment." Gorky pulled Miriam into a close side hug. "So open, open, open." Gorky chanted.
Chris shrugged the ribbon off the box and opened it. He gasped. He took out a T-shirt, but it was unlike anything he had seen. He was holding the back of the shirt and it had the print of a forest; dark brown trunks and vining branches. As he looked closer, he saw a couple of deer, birds and other forest creatures hidden in the patterns of the trees. And the feel, soft, thick and pliant. "It's beautiful," Chris whispered."
"Turn it around and look at the front." Yelled Miriam.
Chris turned the shirt around and could say nothing. The front had the trees like the back, but they opened into a sunlight glade with rocks and wild flowers. The picture of Tom, about age seventeen, was not a transfer photo but colored as part of the garment. He was standing in front of a large rock, the master of the forest, hands on hip and proudly naked, except for an embroidered cloth over his essentials. Chris looked more closely at the embroidered cloth. It was an exquisite basket with small blue stones and two pastel colored eggs in the basket. Chris laughed, "A basket and eggs covering his basket and eggs."
"Look closer," barked Miriam.
Chris looked and saw the patch was loose at the bottom. He smirked at Miriam and pulled the embroidered basket off. There was Tom full glory, nothing to the imagination.
"That dude, never was shy." Gorky nodded toward Tom, who was not the least embarrassed by the shirt. "Of course, he has no reason to be shy with that stunning cut tool."
"It is amazing, the art is exceptional." Chris looked at the short sleeves, which looked to be braided leather. "I just not sure where I can wear it in public without being arrested."
"Wear it Sunday when we have Easter at Zoe's and Slim's place. They've wanted to see me naked for years. Of course, that is in bed with them." Tom emitted a lyrical laugh.
"This is just too beautiful to wear. It is so soft; what is it made of?"
"A blend of silk and cotton. The images were died in in a manner similar to silk screen mixed with batik." Miriam explained. "There is one other gift in the box, that's from Helga and Stu."
He pulled out another shirt, silk in a pink like mother of pearl. It was more of a tunic Chris realized the shirt the buttoned up the side and at the shoulder, which could be left down as a flap against the body of the shirt. The flap of the shirt was embroidered with a profusion of wildflowers; the sleeves had more flowers emerging from under the cuff and again along the hem of the tunic. "This is amazing; I am overwhelmed by the beauty and the thought and love behind both gifts. I cannot say how appreciative and thankful I am. I am thinking of places I can wear the T-shirt in public. But then Tom would enjoy that flattering comments. The other shirt is special and I will wear it only for special occasions." Chris was on the edge of tears, as was Miriam. "Tom your turn, although I am a bit leery of some of it."
"Should be dude," Gorky laughed.
Tom quickly opened his box and took out a T-shirt similar to Chris's except the pattern was of a meadow filled with wildflowers, butterflies with wings that shifted color, and other meadow animals and birds. Tom had the front of the shirt facing him facing him, "Oh, I like this, I really like this. I may wear it on the plane today." Tom gave Chris a grin like a snake in front of a rat. Tom slowly turned the shirt around and showed a still pond silvered by moonlight and Chris lying languidly aside the pond reminiscent of Delacroix's Odalisque. Small animals lay around him and one green serpent peeked over a bent knee. Best of all Chris was nude except for a hare sleeping on his groin. It was one of the most erotic things Tom had ever seen. Chris oozed masculine sex appeal while still feeling vulnerable. It was a "come fuck me look if you dare." Tom pulled the shirt to his face so his lips were at Chris's crotch, "Smells like spring. Is the rabbit removable too?" Chris winced as Tom pulled the rabbit off to reveal Chris with an uncut penis and sack that lay waiting for endearments.
"I know dude," Gorky said, "you don't have one yet, but when you do, it will be every bit as luscious." Chris gave Gorky a solid punch on the shoulder. "He dude that hurt," Gorky rubbed the spot. "Tom, dude, need to watch your step, he can pack a punch."
Tom took his second gift out. It was a shirt like Chris's except it was a deep forest green, almost black, with vines and small flowers in a pattern like Chris's. "This is beautiful." Tom held it close to his eyes. "The workmanship is stunning. And it is so me." He smiled and looked at Chris. "I will wear this when I marry that man." He pointed at Chris and Chris blushed.
"Only five days and I have him proposing, what can I do after six months?" Chris laughed as did everybody else.
"I hate to leave, but I need to be at Macy's in 45 minutes. These gifts are amazing, and we thank you, but what is even more amazing is the wonderful people in this room. I appreciate every one of you." Miriam was starting to cry, so Gorky handed her a handkerchief embroidered with little blue flowers. "Thanks," she snuffled.
Gorky grabbed Chris and gave him a big kiss on the lips and then smiled at Tom. He did the same to Tom. Miriam pecked Chris and Tom on the cheek while wiping her eyes.
Chris gave Helga a big hug which she returned with a kiss on the cheek, "Take care, my little chickadee" she whispered in Chris's ear. She offered her hand for Tom to kiss, "Now you are to take very good care of that young man there. If you don't." She smiled, showing teeth
"You heard me say I wanted to marry him. I am not about to abuse my fiancé, particularly when he has a mean left hook."
Helga modified her smile, "I know you will." She gently kissed Tom on the cheek.
"Now off with you boys, I've work to do. I'll send the schedule over the weekend. I expect a report, Tom, each week on how Chris is doing. He needs to be ready for major fashion shows in a few months. I trust you both." Stu shook hands with both Tom and Chris while pulling them into a hug. "Now off you go."
After the door closed behind Chris and Tom, Chris asked, "Do they give presents like that all the time?"
"No, never, maybe small things like picture frames, pens, occasionally a watch. You are special to then Chris. I mean all their employees are special and treated very well. But you, you seem so vulnerable and need protecting that you elicit generosity in people."
"Thanks," Chris said sarcastically. He did not like being thought of as weak. "people may see me as vulnerable and needing coddling." Chris glared at Tom. "I survived the streets quite well."
"True, but you found Hank and Dion. They protected you, more than you know. Do not feel hurt that people are drawn to you like that. It is your gift."