One Boy's Journey Chapter 3

Written by Brianna Demonet

It was a short drive to the airport. I've lived next to the airport my whole life and haven't laid eyes on it in a couple of years. I loved the planes flying overhead. At one time I wanted to be a pilot and fly away from here. Now, thanks to my plight, I'm going on a flight to Las Vegas.

Cathy drove us to the rental car returns. We took the shuttle back to the terminal, walked through the terminal, and came up to two corridors. Cathy stops and turns; This is where we part ways for now. V it was great seeing you again.

Ree, we'll talk soon; I meant what I said about you coming out for a visit soon. I hugged Cathy tightly, kissed her cheek, and thanked her for everything.

It was my pleasure, Ree. Travel safe, ladies!

You too, Cathy, we said.

I studied her movements as she walked down the corridor. Aunt V saw me studying her movements. You're really studying her, aren't you? Aunt V asked.

Yes, Aunt V, how can I not?

Cathy is grace, beauty, and power. I want to be like her, Aunt V.

You will be, sweetheart. Just like her and more.

Will you help me, Aunt V? Of course, Ree, I'll help you; you made an excellent choice as a role model.

We checked in for our flight almost two hours early. We went and got frozen yogurt while we waited. We freshened in the ladies room. It was my first time in the ladies room.

I was very nervous. When I finished in the stall, I studied what the other women did. I opened my purse, freshened my makeup, and brushed my hair. I redid my lipstick last.

I paced up and down the terminal trying to walk with a nice sway in my hips like Cathy did. The gate flight attendant called our flight. They boarded disabled and first-class passengers first. We sat in first-class seats; they were huge, leather, and very comfortable. Aunt V gave me the window seat. We stowed our purses and buckled up.

The jet began to taxi, I was getting excited about takeoff. The jet lined up on the runway. I hear the engines revving up. All of a sudden my back gets pushed in the seat. We start speeding down the runway, and all at once, the nose of the jet pops up, and before I know it, we're in the air.

I see the ground fall away beneath us. The jet circles and I watch as the only home I ever known fades in the distance. I tear up as I sit back in my seat. Aunt V holds my hand. She says, it's a new adventure for you Rianna, enjoy it. As we climbed above clouds I started fading away.

Aunt V woke me about 30 minutes before landing. I touched up my makeup in the bathroom. We walk to baggage claim. Aunt V whispered, one foot directly in front of the other, trying to sway your hips, dear.

I made a conscious effort to do as she said. I could feel different muscles working for the first time. I could feel my butt jiggle a bit. It was a lot of work, concentrating on walking. I could feel my breasts jiggle a bit.

I saw a couple of boys staring at me as I walked past them. They were my age, not brutish looking but cute. Wow did I just think that? I glanced back at Aunt V as a way to see if they were watching me, they were.

They were kinda cute said Aunt V. I blushed.

We hailed a cab, and 30 minutes later, we pulled into this country club-styled subdivision. The cab pulled into a huge house. Light brown brick, Spanish styled, it had a 4 car garage. A circular driveway leads to the front door.

This is beautiful, Aunt V!

Do You like it?

I love it!

I bought it about two months after your last visit.

We walked inside; the foyer ceiling had to be at least 20 to 22 feet high. There was a staircase with a small bridge overlooking the kitchen and hearth living room. The other side of the bridge was open to the front door and the staircase.

The fireplace was open on the other side with a den. It had 5 bedrooms upstairs and a maid's suite on the first floor. All the bedrooms had their very own bathroom and there was a half bath off the kitchen. Outside off the Kitchen, hearth, and den was a large pool with a hot tub.

Aunt V, your home is so beautiful.


Thank you, Ree! Now let me show you your room.

We walked upstairs, she opened the door and switched on the light. The room was painted light pink and white trim with dark pink carpet My room overlooked the pool.

There's a queen-sized canopy bed with pink sheets adorned with pink, purple, white, and blue pillows. In the middle was my favorite teddy bear from my house. I saw Teddy and hugged him. The furniture was all white with gold edge trim. I had a separate makeup table and work desk.

Aunt V showed me the bathroom, It was very beautiful, with a separate shower and jacuzzi tub. Next to the toilet was the bidet. The bathroom mirror is framed with lights all around it.

The ceramic tile floor is heated. In the closet was an enema kit with a medical stand. I asked her about it, but Aunt V said she would show me how to use it later.

She showed me the walk-in closet, I was blown away. The closet itself was bigger than my whole room at home. It had a couple of dresses and a cute pink blazer dress. The dressers were filled with panties and bras.

There was a one-piece Speedo swimsuit in one of the drawers. I had baby doll nighties in light blue, pink, yellow, and green with matching mules. Each nightie had matching panties and robes. They were very pretty.

Aunt V this is way too much, I said.

Nonsense honey, you're my niece and goddaughter.

My head got a bit dizzy taking it all in. Aunt V saw it and sat me on the bed.

You alright Ree?

Yes, Aunt V, I guess I'm still adjusting to everything.

Take your time, Ree; you have plenty of time to adjust and adapt. It took time for me to adjust.

You, adjust to what? I asked.

Honey we need to talk!

Before you were born I used to be a boy. I was depressed, confused, and lost. Your Mom has always been my best friend, even when I was a boy. My family wasn't very understanding. If it had not been for your Mom I may have committed suicide.

When I left for college, I went to a therapist and was diagnosed with gender dysphoria. I was given hormones and therapy and slowly transitioned to the woman before you. I still have my male bits. After 6 months on HRT and in transition, I was feeling better and happier. I was able to start enjoying school and life in general.

Your mom is my rock. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you two. Your mother is a strong, caring, and open-minded woman.

So that's why you can't have children?

Yes, sweetie. But I don't need children, I've always had you. You're my goddaughter and niece.

I will always be here for you.

Do you date Auntie?

A little but only girls like myself. Men are okay, but most have hang-ups with women like me. Most women do not like women like me.

When I tell you I know what you are going through, I do. The only difference is you weren't given a choice. But I always saw a beautiful girl within you.

We put away my clothes and bags. We set up my makeup table. Aunt V saw I was getting tired.

Ree, take a short nap and I will wake you when it's time for dinner.

Thanks, Aunt V.

Here, sleep in this. She hands me the blue baby doll nightie. These are very comfortable. She was right it's very comfy. I laid down, closed my eyes and I was out.

Aunt Vanessa woke me two hours later. I put on my pink skater dress and white blouse. I love these styles of dresses. I put on my lacey ankle socks and my 3"pink pumps. I added some pink eye shadow and pink lipstick. I walked downstairs, one hand always on the railing especially with my heels.

Ohh my!!! That looks adorable on you! Your makeup is perfect.

Thanks, Aunt V.

Aunt V smiled at me.

It's not too much, is it?

Darling, it's beautiful;

I love the shoes. They are a bit uncomfortable but I love the way they look. Besides, I'm a girl now; girls wear heels, I said.

Yes, we do, said Aunt V.

Aunt V takes me to the garage. It has 4 stalls, 2 are empty. The first stall has a White Cadillac Escalade, the second one has a light Purple Porsche 911 GT-3 Turbo. I'm in awe as I gaze upon the cars.

Do you like my toy? Asked Aunt V.,

It's beautiful, I exclaimed.

Work hard in school, get yourself a law degree and you can have one too.

I will, Aunt V, I will.

It's far better than Mom's beat-up Camry. We jump in the big SUV and head towards the outskirts of the city. We stopped at this Oriental restaurant in the strip mall. They have both Korean and Chinese food.

I followed my Aunt V inside. She's greeted warmly by a very nice, pretty Asian woman.

Vanessa, how are you?

Very well thank you. Rianna, meet Mrs Park. She and her husband own the restaurant and the martial arts studio next door. Mr and Mrs Park are former Olympic Gold medalists and Hap-ki-do masters.

Mrs Park had long black hair, it was braided up like a rope and tied tight on top of her head. Her flat Asian heart-shaped face had a small, straight, narrow nose with high cheekbones and full lips. She was very beautiful even with very little makeup.

Very nice to meet you, Mrs Park, I curtsey.

Nice to meet you Rianna.

Please call me Ree.

Will you be signing up? Asked Mrs Park.

I want to. However, I am still recovering from surgery.

That's right, I remember that. How are you feeling Ree?

Stronger every day, the pain is tolerable without medicine now. I'm just waiting for the doctor to clear me to start dance class. Aunt V says I can try out for the cheerleader at my new school.

That's great; hap-ki-do will help you with that, too, said Mrs Park.

We have Classes on Saturday too.

That sounds great, I said.

We collected our dinner and said goodbye. As we drove home Aunt V said there is your dance studio as we drove by. We'll stop by there soon and get you signed up.

I keep thinking to myself, I am going to be very busy out here. Dance, gymnastics, Hap-ki-do, and yoga. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it all. How's Mom going to pay for it all? I just hope Cathy can get us a great settlement from the Newhouse's.

Back in Ohio

It's only been a few days since my son, who is now my daughter left for Vegas. My home is so quiet. Ree calls me almost every night. But it's not the same.

My sweet innocent child is gone and adjusting to a whole identity as a teenage girl. Everyone at my salon has been supportive. The incident is all anyone wants to talk about.

I say as little as possible about the incident. In this town, everything gets blown out of proportion. The business has increased, which helps. I opened the salon the following Monday and in walks, Isabella Newhouse.

I think, what's next? Maybe she's going to try and close me down.

Hello Brenda.

Hello Isabella, how may I help you?

I'd like to make an appointment for a wash, cut, and blowout.

I smiled and checked my appointment book.

When and who would you like it to be with?

You and your next available time, please.

I have a cancellation. Will noon be fine?

Yes, thank you. Isabella said.

She smiled and walked out. Over the next few weeks, the town elite filtered in and out of my salon. My girls were as busy as they have ever been. Every new client was fishing for inside information on Rianna's incident.

I tell my stylist to keep the chit-chat in check about the incident. Everything is a public record. As far as I'm concerned, if people want to know they can look up the court's records. I can't help but think, is there more behind all this interest in our little salon?

I called Cathy and told her everything that was going on. Cathy said to just stay quiet about it. Cathy said she has a plan and just stay cool enjoy the extra business and save your money. So for now that's what I am doing. I started making a few improvements to the salon. While saving most of the extra money.

My girls and I started booking more appointments and working more hours than ever. We even booked a few last-minute big wedding parties. It was almost too much work.

I missed Ree terribly. But with her in Vegas with Vanessa, I knew she was in good hands. He was always a good, gentle, and polite boy. I know she'll be a darling and charming young woman.

Meanwhile in Vegas.

Aunt V had me seeing the therapist and cosmetic surgeon down the hall from her office. They are very nice. They both consulted Doctor Yung back home. Martina, my Aunt V's housekeeper, kept an eye on me.

Martina has been great. She taught me how to cook and bake, I still have a long way to go. She taught me how to clean. Martina made sure I exercised without overdoing it. She was very insistent about my dilation therapy.

Aunt V taught me how to use the bidet and how to administer my enemas. She said a clean girl is a happy girl. I had a routine of therapy, enemas twice a day, and walking and laps in the pool.

I grew an inch at my last check-up and was a trim 107 lbs and 5' 5". My pain was almost nil now. I have my check-up tomorrow. I am hoping to start ballet and hap-ki-do very soon. I've been cleared to start doing yoga at night with my Aunt V. While I miss Mom, it's been great here with Aunt V.

One night she and I drove up and down the strip where all the casinos are. The lights and people and all the events were incredible. She said she would take me to a showgirls chorus line show soon. I can't wait.

So far things are getting better. I'm beginning to get used to the HRT. I'm napping less. My night terrors are still there. Therapy is helping me control them. My therapist wanted to prescribe me some medication, but I don't like drugs, so I said no.

My check-up went well. My Vegas doctor, Doctor Katrina Mitchell brought in a specialist for my visit. Doctor Sophia Channel from San Francisco California. She agreed with Dr Mitchell that I was healing nicely and was ready for regular exercise and dance practice. They both complimented me on my dilation therapy. They adjusted my HRT medication and said to come back in a month for more blood work.

Aunt V and I were excited to hear the news. We immediately hightailed it to the Hap-ki-do studio and the dance studio for scheduling. Finally, I was going to get out and about. While still nervous about being around people, especially kids my age, I keep reminding myself I'm a girl now.

My trachea was shaved, and I have only girl bits and breasts. My voice never changed, my skin never got rough, and my body hair was nil. Thanks to Aunt V, I'd never get body hair. Aunt V paid for full-body hair laser removal and used her home laser hair removal kit. All that's left now is to make a friend or two before school starts.

Mrs Park was at the Hap-ki-do studio when we arrived. She greeted us with a smile.

Ree, Are you ready to sign up?

Yes Ma'am.

Very well.

She gave us an application to fill out and a list of everything I'd need for class. We thanked her and went to the dance studio.

We walked into the dance studio. We were met by the Head Mistress, Mistress Walker. Again, Aunt V knew her well. Mistress Walker was a very beautiful woman, she had golden brown hair and a sculpted body, a true dancer's body. She looked a lot like Cheryl Ladd from the TV show Charlie's Angels.

We were given the forms and a list of everything I would need. My after-school times were going to be very busy. The last stop was the gymnastics gym.

This looked to be the most fun of the 3. We met with Coach Ivana Karpov. I saw her on TV years ago at the Olympics. She won a bronze medal for floor exercises and a silver medal for the vault.

I was very proud just to meet her. When I mentioned I remember her competing 8 years ago she smiled and asked how old were you? 6 years old. I told her my mom was a huge fan of gymnastics.

Coach Karpov smiled, do you have any gymnastics training she asked.

Yes, I do. Vault, Parallel bars. I have also been trained in men's floor exercises. Oops! I thought to myself.

Men's floor exercises? She asked.

Yes Coach Karpov, said Aunt V to my rescue.

Rianna was severely beaten a few months ago. So badly that she had to become a girl.

Ohhh, my dear, how awful for you said Coach Karpov. Are you the victim from Ohio? She asked.

Yes, Ma'am, I said, bowing my head sadly.

Coach Karpov gently raised my chin with her finger. I looked at her and asked how did you know?

Sweetheart, we do have the internet here. You don't need to worry honey, you're safe here.

What are your goals for gymnastics, Ree?

I want to be a cheerleader. I said.

Well, then, you came to the right place; I train many cheerleaders. Almost all of them have zero gymnastics experience. I just started coaching the Las Vegas Raider Cheerleaders this season.

If you work hard and behave yourself, maybe I can introduce you both to them.

Really?! I perked right up.

Yes, Ree. Those girls train as hard as the football players. A Good part of their routines are gymnastics.

I hugged Coach Karpov; I looked up and said thank you with teared-up eyes.

We headed home; I made Chicken Quesadillas and Spanish rice for dinner. Aunt V was impressed. This is Martina's recipe! Aunt V stated.

Yes, Aunt V, she's been teaching me all kinds of domestic skills.

When I asked her to look after you, I'd never thought she'd teach you to cook. Cook, bake, laundry, and clean. Ree you don't have to do all that. Sure I do, I said. A girl's gotta earn her keep, I smiled.

Aunt V smiled that approving smile I love!

Aunt V, you've given me everything since I've been here, mom's buried in work by herself. You work full-time; it just doesn't seem fair for me to not contribute. Besides I am learning so much.

Well, it all makes sense now. Aunt V said.

What's that? I asked.

The house! Martina is an excellent housekeeper, but I've noticed how much more organized everything is lately.

Martina was wondering when you'd notice. When she gives me little chores, she does other things she's always wanted to do here.

Like? Aunt V asked.

I organized our Bras by color and material for starters, I said.

And my suits and skirts by color and designer? Aunt V asked.

Guilty, I smiled. Martina showed me. Mine is set up the same way.

Martina helped me organize my closet. So when I was done I started on yours. It took me 3 days to get it done.

Aunt V hugged me tightly. I hugged back as tightly.

Oh, Ree, I missed these hugs, she said, tearing up. So do I Auntie!

We finished eating, and I was led to my room.

Okay, sweetie, show me.

I showed her my dressers and closet with pride. My bed is always made. She was just smiling widely with impressed pleasure. It made me feel good.

Ree this is amazing. Keep this up and you'll have designer clothes to go next to these.

Thank you for everything, Aunt V! I really, mean it. There's no way I'd be where I am without you, Mom, and Cathy.

She hugged me tightly again and kissed my cheek. We both teared up.

We watched ”Suits" on Netflix. I love watching this show. The women are so confident, graceful, and intelligent. I want to be just like that one day.

Just like Cathy, she's gorgeous, confident, graceful, and powerful. With all that, Cathy still has a great heart, just like Mom and my Aunt V., I vow to become them, to learn everything I can.

Things move so fast here; this week, I started Hap-ki-do, and next week, ballet, and gymnastics. I love Hap-ki-do. It's the soft style of Korean Karate.

It teaches you to use the opponent's energy against them. We have a mix of boys and girls. The girls seem nice enough, but I'm pegged as the new kid because everyone knows everyone else.

I stay quiet. I listened to Mrs Park and her son John and tried my best. It's all concentration and focus. We are doing forms, each step a different movement of striking or defense. It's only a few movements and boring but I focus on each one.

We do pushups, crunches, and lots of stretching. Stretching is easy for me, yoga helped me a lot here. Mr Park was impressed. The class was always intense, and it helped me clear my head. I enjoyed the class despite the other kids ignoring me. All things in time, I'd say to myself.

Aunt V picked me up and we headed home. We have an appointment with the dance supply store, she said. We walked into the store together.

I was immediately immersed in girlland! Leotards, Unitards, leggings, and tutus are everywhere. All at once, I was excited; I wanted everything. Aunt V handed the list of things I'd need to the lady helping us.

I see you are Mistress Walker's student.

Yes Ma'am, I said.

Right this way, she waved her hand toward the changing rooms. Strip to your bra and panties and I'll be right back to measure you. She came back with a measuring tape. She measured me in more areas than ever.

You're a tiny thing. She said. But you're toned nicely.

Thank you, I swim and do yoga.

It shows.

I proceed to try on leggings, leotards, Unitards, ballet shoes, and tutus. Aunt V, Loved it so much she was tearing up.