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| Category: || Mystery and Crime Fiction |
Posted:|| May 28, 2012 Views: 1085|
Hi, my name is Jet, and this is my story. It’s a normal everyday fairy story, boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy marries girl, and boy becomes girl. Ok, the last sentence not so much an everyday thing, but that’s life I guess.
Born John Albert Cooper and having English parents, I was brought up in a small village of the coast of England. One day, to everyone’s surprise, my father disappeared.
A week after my dad disappeared, my mother told us we had to emigrate to America.
My older brother and I were ushered into a taxi. We were driven to an airport, and put on an aeroplane. We arrived in America and were driven to the house I spent the rest of my teenage years in; until old enough to join the police academy.
It was there that I met Helen. We hit it off straight away and fell in love. We got married the next fall and that should have been the happily ever after and end of the story.
We were married a full year before I plucked up enough courage and told her my secret; about being a transsexual woman.
It wasn’t that deceiving her was ever part of the plan. Telling her had always been on my agenda. It was just she was so important to me, I didn’t want to lose her, convincing myself that the time wasn’t quite right. To be fair it’s not really a topic of conversation to have while at the breakfast table.
“Pass the toast darling, oh by the way I am a transsexual woman.”
Not unless you want your darling wife to choke on said bit of toast, so as you can see, timing was everything in a situation like this.
Helen meant the world to me and the thought of her hating me was too much for me to take. I had tried to bury it, get on with my life, and forget the woman buried in me. The trouble was, the woman was taking over and I couldn’t live a lie anymore, I’d had enough.
The opportunity arose, when my old captain put me in for my sergeant’s exam. I passed and was offered a post as desk sergeant in Manhattan and took it. Giving in my transfer papers, I discovered that there was a two week gap before my new job started. I decided to take Helen on holiday and break the news to her then.
We took our vacation in Las Vegas, at the hotel we had gone to for our honeymoon. I thought it would be better for Helen if I broke the news in a place where we shared happy memories. Ok in hind sight, not the best idea I ever had.
When we first arrived, the time just wasn’t right. She looked so ecstatic; how I could tell her, destroy her world. We went on long excursions in the day and night clubs and pubs at night time. She just looked so happy; I didn’t want to spoil her last moments of happiness. I would tell her tomorrow, but tomorrow never came.
It was the last day of the holiday; I knew it was now or never. Either she had to be told tonight, or not at all. Which meant going back home and living a lie for the rest of my life? It was my happiness versus hers.
We went out that night again, finally getting back to our room at midnight. We got into the room and closed the door, Helen collapsed on the bed. She had a big contented smile on her face. I looked at her and sighed, this was it, no more secrets.
Taking a deep breath I began….
“You know I love you and always have….”
She looked at me, her eyes stared into mine. The love and trust I saw in those wide eyes was too much to bear, I had to turn away.
“There is no easy way of saying this, so I’m just going to say it….” I faltered.
She got off the bed then and walked towards me. She stood right in front of me, and cupped my head in them. I had no choice but to look into her eyes. The kindness in her eyes, and the empathy that she showed was too much for me to take.
I broke down then, couldn’t help it.
“I’m a transsexual,” I blurted out, unable to control the emotion that had built up inside me for all these years of living a lie.
She looked at me, and dropped her hands by her side.
“A what?” she whispered.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried.
She looked at me for a moment, then turned away and walked to the bed.
“When did you find out?” she whispered.
“I’ve known it most of my life,” I said, looking at the floor.
She turned around then and stared at me.
“You knew BEFORE we got married,” She exclaimed.
What could I say? I looked up at her. The pain and hurt in her eyes was just too much to bear. I quickly looked away, shocked as the pain in her eyes turned to hate.
She was on me then, one minute she stood near the bed, and the next she had attacked me like a woman possessed. I put my hands up to my face to protect my eyes from being scratched out and backed towards the door. I needed to get out of here, let her calm down a little. In that minute I knew she would have killed me if she could.
I left the room, closing the door behind me, my heart broke in two. What had I just done? Walking along the corridor, all I could hear coming from the room was the sound of uncontrollable sobs from a woman who had just had her heart shattered.
Walking into the hotel bar and finding a table, I ordered a drink. When the drink came I swallowed it in one gulp, and then ordered another and another…
Eventually, I staggered back to the bedroom, tiptoed in so as not to wake Helen. I needn’t have worried, she had gone. I crawled into bed too drunk to care, the pain evaporating till the morning.
The next day dawned and with it a fresh pain and a hangover, both of which were well deserved. I booked out of the hotel and made my way home. When I arrived home however, Helen informed me that all my possessions were at my mothers and I didn’t live at that residence anymore. I knew from her reaction in the hotel room this would happen, so I don’t know why it was such a major shock, it just was.
My Mom put me up for a while, she was ok with me being a transsexual eventually, but it was only a stop gap until I got my own apartment. It was there that I changed my name to Jet Angel Cooper and started living my life the way I was always meant to live it, as a woman.
My new job started and I needed a place nearer to the job and Helen, I still hadn’t given up on the idea that we could still be friends. An apartment two blocks away from Helen came up. I had a look around, fell in love with it, and moved in
It took another six months for the divorce to come through. Helen blamed me for the marriage failure, and I never contested either the divorce or the house. That was her right, after everything I had put her through; she could have made it a lot worse than she did.
Every day I tried to talk to her, but to no avail. She wouldn’t answer my calls or the door when I called round.
The hope that one day Helen and I could be friends was always in the back of my mind. As weeks turned to months that hope was fading fast and I had resigned myself to the fact that we would never talk again, when one day I knocked on the door of her house and, to my surprise and delight, she opened the door wide and beckoned me in.
“You’d better come in,” she whispered, “we need to talk.”
That was the beginning; we talked every night after that. At first it was just her crying, and screaming at me. How could I do this to her? Did I ever love her? Was the whole marriage a lie? This went on and on, eventually she calmed down enough so we could really talk, try to salvage a friendship of sorts out of this mess.
In time we formed a bond and that bond grew into a sisterly love that was different from what we had but in a way a lot stronger.
The two year life test was over and my sex reassignment surgery was secluded for March. I went into the hospital, had the surgery, and came out my true gender, a woman. It was a tough two years, there were many obstacles I had to overcome to fulfil my dream and become the real me. Everything had worked out and above all my happiness was complete.
My colleague in the police force gave me a hard time, but even that began to settle down after a while. Things were going better than I could have ever hoped they would.
Helen was marvellous, she did everything for me. She nursed me back to health and the sisterly love I had for her grew even stronger. We had made it, and we were happy in our new formed relationship with each other. We were sisters forever or until death….
Time went by, work was going well, and everything was good. We met for a coffee now and then, whenever we were free really. Life was good.
That should have been it, the happy ever after ending I’d always dreamed about.
Life however, does have a habit of throwing one a curve ball, which is what happened on that cold winters day in February.
It was my day off, so we decided to meet for a coffee and possibly a bit of shopping.
We had arranged to meet up downtown and decide what the plan of action was then. I waited and waited.
The plan was to meet up at noon, but when 1:30 pm came and went, and still no sign of Helen I began to worry. I decided to drive to the house. Just to make sure she was all right, as this was so unlike her. If she was going to be late, she would have called. I knew Helen; she hated being late anywhere.
Getting out of the car, I strolled to the gate, and pushed it open. The gate creaked in protest. Helen was always moaning about that, she had nagged me, since we had moved in, to oil that gate. One day I might just oil the dam thing as a surprise, I walked up to the house and knocked. When there was no answer, I knocked again.
Something was wrong, my police instincts were yelling at me. I knocked again, with more force, this time; panic took over as still there was no reply.
The cop in me was in full alert mode by then. My gun was already out of its holster and in my hand. Pushing the door with my free hand, I exerted a little bit of force, the door swung open. The hairs at the back of my neck prickled with anticipation as I stepped through the doorway and into the house.
I crept from room to room, trusting the cop instinct that had kept me alive for so long, I was glad that even off duty my gun was always with me. I had been caught unawares once without a gun; and vowed that would never happen again.
My mind and body had jelled now, acting as one, ready for anything or anyone that might be lurking in the shadows of this dark, gloomy house.
Making my way upstairs; checking every room with great care, I searched the master bedroom. She was lying on the floor; her throat cut so deeply that her head was hanging on by a thread of skin; it was nearly decapitated from her body.
The way she looked, as white as a sheet, the blood seeping out of the gash in her throat told me that she had died instantly.
Looking around the room, making sure there was no one else in the shadows. My eyes came to rest on Helen again. She was covered in blood. All around the room there were spatters of blood and bits of skin; where the knife had sliced though her throat, causing the skin it made contact with to splatter with the blood.
It was at that moment in time that I broke down completely and wept for this sweet, wonderful, once beautiful girl who had once being my whole life and even after the divorce a very big part of it still.
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