Trinity: A Fictional Story

[dezdimona]

Please read this topic first if you haven't already

http://thenexusforums.com/index.php?showtopic=75167

As I stated earlier it is not my intention to cause controversy on this site. I respect all that Mr. Scott has accomplished.

 

This story will take you on a journey,a journey that I hope will open your eyes and give you a small insight into another type of lifestyle.

I began my fact and story gathering over a year ago,as I stated before, I had no idea where it would lead me nor what would happen. I posed as a transgender person, a she/male as street terms go,or a he/she.There is a difference between transexual and transgender.

 

My journey put me in contact with many people,those who cared not what I was, and those that did. I undertook this not to deceive,or hurt anyone,my intentions were to gain an insight into this lifestyle and eventually to write about it. I myself find these people amazing,and yes, they hold a sexual attraction for me as well (still a fantasy)

During that journey I made friends and enemies and to this day,there is a small group of people that swear I'm a transgender male. Well,believe what you want , I don't care.

 

Time on this planet is too short to deal with your type.

 

It is my sincerest hope that this story will show all who read it that it doesn't matter whether your hetro-sexual, homo-sexual, lesbian, trans-sexual or trans-gender, we all have hopes and fears,we all seek love and comfort and no one has the right to judge another human being on their sexual preference or on anything else,because their is no one and I mean no one on this planet,better than anyone else.

 

That being said, this story is pure fiction,but is based on fact and my experiences good and bad as the personna I portrayed.

 

I know this may not be a subject of reading for all,so leave now if your of the mindset that alternate lifestyles are wrong!

 

I've experienced much in that year,and yes,learned and seen the best and worst of mankind, but acceptance starts with you and you alone, and if I make one person stop and think before they say something or do something against someone whose 'different' for any reason,then I have accomplished what I set out to do.

It has to begin somewhere...so let it begin with me!

 

Trinity: The story begins......

 

 

 

She stepped from the shower, steam swirled and rivulets of water cascaded down her body. As she reached for a towel, her eyes were drawn to the full length mirror on the wall.

She stopped, looked at herself and smiled. Even without makeup she was beautiful. The combination of heritages had created a face that was a delight to look at. She looked at her body, ran her hands down her sides and then back up to her breasts. She caressed them, the nipples stiffened under her touch and a small moan escaped her lips.

 

She lifted each breast inspecting it carefully. She was glad she had opted for transaxillary breast implantation; no scars were visible under her rounded breasts. She was also glad she had spent the extra money to have the new silicone implants rather than the saline ones. She had balked at the idea that saline would cause ripple in her skin when the breast was in certain positions.

She turned and ran her hands over her buttocks, gave each a hard slap and laughed. Not a jiggle or bounce anywhere, she was pleased that the three day a week Pilates and work outs at the gym had made her lean and hard, but without the muscle definition of the "Iron heads" as she called them.

Her slightly brown skin tone and chocolate nipples only added to her already devastating looks.

 

Grabbing a towel, she dried herself, bent forward and then wrapped her coal black, shoulder length hair in the towel. The exhaust fan had removed most of the steam from her hot shower and she proceeded to brush and floss her teeth.

 

She left the bathroom and walked into the master suite, see eyed the surroundings. She was different than many like her; she didn't hustle or make porn to survive. She had worked her way into the modeling business and now commanded nice sums of money for her to pose and to model clothing.

 

The rewards of her sacrifices years ago had paid off, though the road had not been an easy one. She sat on her bed, ran her hands across the silk sheets that she always slept on. She loved the feel against her skin.

She lay back and her mind drifted back to an early age when she was little. See saw herself as a small child playing dress up with her sister, a sister who had shown her how to dress, to apply makeup, to walk and talk like a girl, and as she had grown, they had become inseparable.

 

She thought of the good times, the fun times, the love of her parents and older brother. She also remembered the dark times, the taunts, the threats, bullies who hit her and kicked her. She remembered the tears and the bruises and the time she had been raped by those three boys, sodomized and forced to perform oral sex on them also. She remembered the police who said they couldn't prove the boys had done it, how sorry they were. She remembered the look on her brothers face, first the disbelief and then the anger and she watched that anger turn to rage and then to hate.

She remembered the police coming back a week later, seems one of the boys had been severely beaten and some bones had been broken and where was my brother.

 

But like with her the police had no proof. A month later, they were at the door again. This time a second boy had been so badly beaten he was hospitalized. And again there was no proof, but she could see the gleam in her brothers eyes, and as he walked from the room. He looked at her, smiled and silently mouthed "one more". She remembered the other kids avoiding her like she had the plague and was glad that her hair had grown long as was the fashion, so now she felt more like herself. She found solace with her sister and the few friends that had stuck by her, and it was enough for her.

 

Months passed, the memory of the rape still lingered but had dimmed.

One night she remembered her brother coming home, his hands torn and bloodied, dirt and caked on blood covered his shirt and pants. She had watched her father take her brother aside, and a heated argument had erupted. She remembered the yelling, the cursing, and tears formed in her eyes even now. She remembered watching and listening as her brother told their father that the last boy had been punished, and that the three would never even look at her again, let alone lay hands on her, he yelled that he had sent a message to all the kids, that she was to be left alone or suffer the consequences. She remembered him smiling at her and saying that "now, the score was even".

 

And then the knock at the door came, the knock that changed her life forever.

 

She watched as her father opened the door and let the police in, she watched as they handcuffed her brother, and then she screamed and attacked one of the officers. Her blows did nothing and her wailing and tears made the officers just push her aside, she threw her arms around her brother and told him she loved him, he smiled and said "you too". Her father pulled her off and she remembered him picking her up and holding her tight and telling her all would be ok.......But it wasn't.

[Lisnpuppy]

What a wonderfully compelling story. What I find the most interesting...is not so much the obvious topic. But that the story concentrates on what is all of us..pain we suffer...love we have...loyalty. No matter the outside..which is so unimportant...the insides remain the same.

 

Well done Dezdimona...well done.

[dezdimona]

Thankyou Lisnpuppy.

[DracoRazgriz]

Like my mum says: It's who they are that counts.

 

Keep it up Dezi 'cause I want more!!! ;D

 

- Raz

[dezdimona]

Like my mum says: It's who they are that counts.

 

Keep it up Dezi 'cause I want more!!! ;D

 

- Raz

Your mother is a wise woman, and thankyou!

[DracoRazgriz]

Your welcome Dezi, and Yes she is.

 

And I Mean it I want more!!!....lol

[dezdimona]

Part two of Trinity

 

She remembered little of the trial, what she did remember was how devastated her mother was and how she cried and cried. She remembered the Judge sentencing her brother to Juvenile hall for three years and then to prison for three more. She remembered like it was yesterday, how her brother had looked at her and winked and how he stopped for a second in front of the three boys and said something she couldn't here, and then he was gone.

 

That night she snuck into the bathroom, and swallowed a handful of pills.

 

She awoke in the hospital tubes coming out of her nose and mouth, her mother and father on one side of the bed, her sister on the other. She felt awful and sick to her stomach, and was slightly confused as to what had happened.

 

Her Mother stood, leaned over and hugged her, tears soaking her face. "My baby, never, never do that again, it's not your fault, it was never your fault" her Father and sister hugged her too.

 

Trinity was never bothered at school or anywhere else again. She kept to her small group of friends, and life went on. One day her sister entered her room and told her she had great news for her. Her sister brought up a web site on her PC. Trinity looked in awe. It was a site for people just like her. She hugged her sister tightly, and both of them commenced to ask questions of some of the others on the site.

 

Every day they would log in and talk for hours and soon trinity had a group of friends on line as well. Satisfied that her younger sister was safe, she kissed her and wished her luck, but told her to be very careful. She soon learned about what not to do. She was told that many were glad she hadn't turned to drugs or alcohol as some did. Never turn "tricks" either. She was told horror stories of rape, beatings and even murder. Her close friends on line also warned her of "chicken hawks", older men that preyed on young boys and never agree to meetings with someone she met on line.

 

She was linked to plastic surgeons and checked into the cost of breast implantation. Happy that she had found people like her, she soon got employment in a local clothing store. She told the manager all about herself up front and the manager never told another soul. She worked as many hours as she could saving her money, and she never forgot about her brother. Every payday she sent money to be placed "on the books "for him, she wrote him weekly and learned he had gotten his diploma in "Juvie" and was doing ok. He’d had to knock a couple of heads at first, but the "bad boys" soon left him alone.

 

She also began Estrogen injections and taking estrogen in pill form with the consent of both her parents.

Her parents were amazed at the turn around in her, her grades actually went up, and they were happy that she now socialized a bit more.

 

Years past and she graduated, her brother had been moved to the state prison on his seventeenth birthday, and she continued to send him letters. During that time she grew very small breasts, her hips expanded and her body now had the shape she had longed for. She had put away money for those years of working and now she was ready to take the next step.

 

Her Mom and Dad went with her to the plastic surgeon and after discussing and understanding everything, Trinity got her implants. Upon awakening she lifted the sheet and a smile spread from ear to ear and an "oh my god, their beautiful", escaped her lips. She hugged her parents tightly and knew who she would see first thing!

 

She made the 5 hours trip to the state prison, filled out the forms, passed the security check and was escorted to the visitor’s area. She had matured into an extremely attractive woman and her make-up was flawless. Her blouse and her jeans accented her body. She was in body and spirit what she had know as a small child...a woman .

 

As she entered the room she saw her brother sitting at a table, she had never sent him any pictures of herself or their sister or parents. He had said he didn't need photographs to remember his family, and they had all honored his wishes.

Through lessons, she had learned to alter her voice, thereby avoiding dangerous surgery to her vocal cords. As she crossed the room and walked towards him she could feel the eyes upon her, and her spirit soared.

 

She watched her brother watch her as she approached his table, he had changed in those years, and he had "muscled up" from working out and looked every part as handsome as she had remembered him. His look was quizzical as she stopped at the table where he sat. "Hi" was all she said.

He stared at her for a few seconds dumbfounded, and then a look of surprise covered his face. "Oh my *ban* god" was all he could say. She wanted desperately to hug him, but knew contact of that sort was strictly prohibited. Her grin told him he was correct and another "oh my *ban* god" erupted from his lips. She sat down and he quickly grabbed her hands. This was all the bodily contact they were allowed. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity and soon both had tears running down their cheeks and splashing on the table.

 

They spent his time allotment catching up on what had happened to her in the past three years. He told her with his good time he would be out in a couple of months. "Why didn't you tell us" she said? "Well I wanted to surprise everybody". "Mom and dad will flip when I tell them" as the words choked up on her.

 

That night when she arrived home, she told them the good news. It had been a long time since she'd them both so happy. She also found an invitation to a party in the city from one of her friends from on line. Trinity thought to herself, things are looking up for her and her family....

End Part Two

[Necromancer G]

BRILLIANT!!!!

 

 

I LOVE ALL OF YOUR STORIES DEZ

[dezdimona]

Thankyou

[Aeryn333]

No words....what words are there...Keep it coming...write it sister...write it....Me dear Bard...to your bardic heart from mine..rainfall... words of pain turned into beauty.. night sky finds the moonlight... the moonlight warms the heart, sunlight often hides its light from..

 

just for you..in your tongue..

I hope I got this right..Dezi

Mahal ka sa akin.

 

I cannot reply in simple words..when something goes this deep, I cannot say it in English... accurately enough..if Google does you no justice., PM and I will translate..but it will lose something in the translation m'dear..Bard you are I am sure you'll feel its essence..

Is maith an scéalaí an aimsir...

Mo shiúr.. mo ghrá duitse....

Always

Aeryn