Walking in the forest Danni realized he could share his past life with Hazel. He had the feeling she would be free of judgement despite some of the extremely unpleasant even vicious past behavior he now wanted to reveal. Like someone in recovery with a genuine desire to become a better person years of balled up emotions poured out.
Surely the gift of estrogen from his HRT added to his desire to express authentic emotions. As they welled to the surface he started to cry and found he couldn’t stop. Hazel eased Danni to sit down on the large stone at the fork in the road.
Call it ironic yet it was as though the universe was offering him a choice as to which path he could take. The easy way out would be to stop crying and once more return to a stoic existence denying their presence locking his feelings away.
Danni chose the road less traveled that place where he was willing to face the truth and admit his faults to another human being and ask for forgiveness.
“I’ve been so wrong all these years Hazel…recklessly writing columns spewing out hatred for gay and trans people while spouting off half-truths and falsehoods caring little for who may be hurt by my rantings.”
The woman looked down at him.
“It’s part of the human condition….it comes from your male ego that tries to run one’s life. Lacking spiritual maturity people always want to think they are superior and better than another person. Remember dear Danni pride only works when you compare down not up….and there is always an up.”
Having first dismissed her as being shallow looking up he realized Hazel had a sage like quality about her as she spoke.
“All healing is a realize of the past, free of the path you will experience your true self.”
As so often happens being in nature with the load off his shoulders he felt a connection to other people and to all things great and small.
“Let’s walk Danni there is a berry bush up ahead if I remember correctly….we’ll select some to bring back and make a pie with….it’s so nice to see you have developed a flair for the domestic and learning how to bake delights in our kitchen.”
“Hazel I must tell you….lately I’ve had desires and feelings that……well I don’t know how else to say it…..that are feminine. I can feel my body changing and can see things on it that are different than before.’
Danni brushed his hair back with his delicate fingers.
“I mean I was sad when Tristan left yet this is different…a male body now has its appeal to me when I look at it…once I was turned gay I discovered that….. but now I want my body to be feminine while still enjoying being with males.”
Aware he was still heartbroken she knew better than to say ‘there will be others’ with Danni's likely response being ‘I don’t want others I want him’.
“Sweetie Mother universe has a way of delivering…Tilly told me when she first suggested you use the smoothie mixes for dieting that she planned on telling you what else was in the mix yet you didn’t care to hear it.”
Turning Hazel took both of his hands and looked him in the eye.
“You have been on estrogen for months…further more it’s quite likely your body is also producing its own to go along with your daily feminine regimen.”
“That explains so much Ms. Hazel….I mean my boobies are taking shape and growing…and there are other things too. I can feel a shift in my personality. I like being gay yet I want to tweak it even more. It’s time I throw away all the things that reminded me of my love affair with Tristan. I don’t want to be a gay boy I want to be something else…a different destiny…”
“Yes Carla and I have noticed. One must eradicate the person fate deems that they are…..in order to become the person they want to be....to fulfill their true destiny. You just needed to be given direction from superior beings…women…consider it to be the gift of femininity darling….there is nothing quite so powerful as the feminine energy of estrogen…..you know I’ve always liked the feminine name Destiny for a male turned trans-gurl.”
Hazel paused before adding to her comment.
“So does Ms. Tilly.”
Finishing the hot bath Danni wrapped the towel around his head turban style. Slipping into the bathroom a few minutes before Hazel removed his clothing leaving behind a pair of unusual looking panties and some 3” mules adorned with pink faux feathers across the toe band.
He slipped the panties up and realized he needed to tuck. Pushing an adjusting he soon saw the camel-toe look the thong produced between his legs. It was as though he’d never been born with a penis to begin with.
Talking the edge of the other towel he started to wrap it up just under his arms near his chest female style. A snug to tug on the bottom edge he saw that he had growth enough to keep it on the shelf of his breasts without it coming loose.
His hands lathered on the scented body lotion he’d grown so used to moisturizing with daily. He just started talking out loud to himself using the plural of the royal we…’me, myself and I’.
“We’ll just have to let go of Tristan, it’s time I cleaned out the things that remind me of him…he served a purpose yet he isn’t coming back…he taught me how to love…..perhaps I’ll meet someone one day that I can give my heart to that will value and protect it.”
Hazel knew it’s easy to talk about forgetting a lover yet a true catharsis required more tears to be shed likely to come later that night.
In his room Danni slipped to the floor and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser that had held so many BDSM items Tristan used on him.
He lifted the locking ‘wrist and ankle spreader bar’ it reminded Danni of the playful night he’d been put in it making him immobile as he first sucked Tristan off before he was turned over like a roasting chicken on a 'BBQ' rod leaving his rear entry way accessible.
He next pulled out the impact suede ‘cat-o-nine’ tails flogger Tristan’s brought with while wearing the English bulldog chest harness. His mind drifted to the night they went to the gay bar’s paddle and collar event held once a month at ‘the Glory hole’ club.
Knowing many there Tristan strutted in proudly wearing black leather pants and the leather-metal harness chest piece. Dangling hooked to the side on his belt was a studded paddle.
Danni felt so submissively gay a pair of leather shorts of baby blue covering his locked chastity cage peeking out below was the thigh cuffs with his wrist cuffed attached to each side. Being led by a leash attached to his BDSM silver necklace collar Danni had a bit of a wobble coming from the fact he had an inflatable anal plug to contend with when walking.
Without asking for permission to speak he turned to Tristan.
“Am I going to be brought on stage like those up there already and be spanked by you in public?”
Tristan merely smirked before locking the ball-gag onto his lover’s face.
“I think for tonight it’s best you be seen not heard Danni.”
The two watched ‘the parade of Twinks’ as it was called by all walking through the parting crowd.
Moving beyond conventional boundaries gay sexual expression comes in many forms. Danni gave a look at the two kept in puppy cages along either sides of the stage. A little too thick around the waist than he’d like the ‘Daddy-Bear’ beamed out a large smile proud he had his two ‘Twinks’ now in cages for everyone to see.
The “MC’ of the event looked at Tristan motioning for him to come out and secure Danni to the oblong shaped padded leather piece.
“What’s it to be tonight…the cat-o-nine tails or the leather paddle flogger?”
The crowd started shouting out competing with their selections…’flogger’…’cat-o-nine tails’…back and forth it went until Tristan lifted the paddle up for all to see.
Danni could feel the glares especially the ones close to the stage as his shorts were lowered. The plug lodged in his anal canal seemed to spread his butt cheeks wider as he lay bent over with arms secured and legs spread.
The first strike of the paddle brought out a yelp. It only served to have the cheering crowd want more. With a measured firm stroke Tristan brought the leather paddle with holes randomly placed down hard.
Trying his best not to cry in front of everyone Danni could feel himself slipping in to deep subspace. The public spanking went on until Tristan reached a hundred swats.
Whatever he was before had given way to a new Danni from then on he knew he would always be a submissive being however it played out. Being let up he clung to Tristan’s muscled chest. The Daddy-bear’ walked over looking at Tristan he complimented him on the flogging.
“That was a hell of a spanking…and I ought to know being as good as I am at it…Why you made your boy cream just from being paddled.”
Tristan and Danni looked down to see his latex thong drenched with wetness.
The knock on the door brought Danni back to the present slipping the towel off he used it to wipe away the tears. Seeing the array of bondage toys splayed out Hazel looked at her protégé she had taken under her wing and knew the time had come.
“Darling I want you to sip this tea I made special and listen to this recording…it’s Dolly Parton’s ‘Jolene’,,,she is such a beautiful blond ‘Barbie-doll’ of a country singer…hearts can be mended through the sadness of hearing a wonderful hillbilly of a woman like her singing through her soul until it touches your’s…..have one last good cry tonight and put it behind you knowing tomorrow is a new day and new life is awaiting you.”
Danni nodded his head silently vowing to take the sage woman’s advice.
“Come now let’s have you naked …under the covers while I tuck you in…slip the ear buds in.”
Creating an empire of 600 million Dolly Parton the highly successful female entertainer represented the best of what a country and western song can do when sung by the right woman.
‘Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene …I’m begging of you…please don’t take him just because you can’…as the 2nd verse ended Danni fell asleep.
The moment Danni lifted his eyes the next morning he sensed something was different. The tea spiked with an herb had kept him in a deep slumber.
The fresh flowers in the vase resting on top of the 3-shelf dresser were new. They looked like something a woman would have. Scanning the bedroom he saw the doors to the armoire were kept half open displaying the contents hanging on the single rod.
It dawned on him both the matching dresser and 17th century French Armoire hadn’t been there before. He gently lifted the comforter to the side a touch when he realized the softness his body felt was from the ‘Babydoll’ nightie caressing his skin. Pulling the cute nightie higher he saw the 3 panel of ruffles on the matching pink panties he wore.
The note on the undisturbed portion of the comforter was next to a small gift box. It read ‘To Destiny… for a beautiful T-girl ready to lead her new feminine life…your mentor Tilly.
Holding the note it dawned on him his nails had been lengthened and polished a deep crimson red. Opening the box Danni pulled out the name necklace ’DESTINY’. It took a moment to secure it around his neck before he adjusted it centered between his budding a-cups.
His hands went up to feel the covering keeping his hair in place. Scampering out of bed he leaned towards the dresser’s mirror only to see that his head was awash in curlers held in place by a chiffon scarf.
A surge of estrogen rolled through his body as he stared.
“I look so cute like this.”
The open Armoire grabbed Destiny’s attention. A selection of hanging tops, blouses and sweaters had him pulling the 1st drawer out half way to see bra and pantie sets neatly lined up with folded camisoles laid next to them. Seeing the other two drawers filled with a selection of intimate wear he looked in the closet feeling delighted at what was there.
The warm bath felt nice stepping out he padded dry an removed the curlers. Having been with Hazel enough to know the regimen Destiny easily applied his makeup.
Walking down to the kitchen Hazel turned on seeing the new look of shorts and sleeveless blouse as he walked in. It was as though ‘Destiny’ had shed the gay-boy cocoon and blossomed into a lovely t-girl comfortable in her skin.
“Good morning Ms. Hazel what can I do to help?”
“Hello Destiny….be a dear….some fresh flowers in a vase on the dining room table would be nice….you know how much our guests enjoy seeing them while having breakfast.”