Eve at the YTCA

 

[This story is written in epistolary manner; that is, it consists of a series of letters and/or emails the various characters have written to each other.]

Dear Adam:

Just a quick note to see how you’re doing. I worry about my boy living in the big city and in a way that seems so different, so odd. Are you sure you’re in a safe place? Do you have friends?

Your loving Mother.

Dear Mom:

I’m fine and very happy with my new life! I told you when I moved out it was time for me to be the person I have always wanted to be—a boy who dresses, acts and lives like a girl! I have a very safe place to stay, filled with boys like me. It’s called the YTCA—the Young Trsnny Counseling Association. They have a building on the East Side of Manhattan, not far from Grand Central Terminal, with apartments and lots of amenities, like a laundry, a gym and a pool.

Their employment service even found me a job! I work for Demanden Enterprises, where all the executives are beautiful women, and the clerical staff are all pretty femboys, like me! I go out on weekends with my neighbors and some of my co-workers. There are so many places here that welcome sissies and pansies that we never lack for entertainment and companionship. Some of the clubs have clientele that includes women like my superiors at Demanden, who prefer their romantic partners to be submissive crossdressers. I have to admit that is the kind of relationship I want to have.

Gotta go, now, Mom…my neighbor, Trixie, is here and we’re going to see the stage musical of Some Like It Hot (you remember watching the movie with me when I was 12, right?).

I’ll sign off with my new name—please use it in the future.

Love, Eve

Dear Eve:

First off, I’ll try to remember about the name—don’t be surprised if I slip in actual conversation.

I’m glad to hear things are going so well. I’d love to see a little of what you look like these days. If I have a pretty “daughter,” I want to help her be that way. That brings up a niggling question—I know you dress and act like a girl now, but do you identify as female? Do you introduce yourself as a boy or a girl? Do you use feminine pronouns?

I realize that’s a lot of questions, but I’m struggling to understand your new life and how, I, as your parent, fit into it.

Your loving Mother

Dear Mom:

Sorry, I should have included a photo in that last message!

As you can see, my daily attire is quite “normal”—I believe I fit in anywhere as an “office girl”. I do not identify as either male or female, though I use feminine pronouns to avoid confusion. Like most of my compatriots at YTCA, I call myself a “sissy,” defined as a male who prefers to appear female. Some of the YTCA members go a bit further in their styles—we  have a few drag queens among us (you know what those are, right?) and even a couple who dress as little girls, in lots of frills and petticoats. Any style of feminine dress is accepted among us.

For example, most of us wear cute one-piece swimsuits in the pool, but a few prefer to go with bikinis (they usually have gone through some form of breast enhancement). I’m actually thinking of getting a two-piece myself for the summer, so I can sunbathe and acquire a nice “girly” tan.

Almost bedtime, have to get into my babydolls.

Love, Eve

TO BE CONTINUED