Sunday, July 24, 2011

Too much to ask...

Daddies home! Daddies home!
For Angela, those were the two sweetest words in the whole wide world! "Daddies home!" It meant she would have a brief reprieve from her brothers, the twins, Tommy and Tim... While they really were two separate boys, she knew it to be the case having seen them more than once on either side of her. It still seemed they were really one hateful and dirty creature rather than two, Two years younger than her they seemed to be a thing made up of four arms, four legs and two of the dirtiest heads god ever put on this earth! All rolling around in a cloud of dust like a cartoon animal... And their favorite pastime? Other than tormenting each other? Was in thinking up new ways to torment her! She'd found her favorite doll Sherry headless behind the Camillas a larger than doll sized wooden stake in her little doll chest.!She's found her pretty new pink top with the sparkles on it that she had gotten for her birthday lying in the driveway wet and ruined by that big ol mud puddle and the car tires.... Oh, sure, she loved her brothers, well she sorta loved them sometimes, like when they were sound asleep or when they were not at home and she was, but she loved them the most when the bestest part of the day rolled round and she heard them cry out Daddies home!

Angela would run shrieking from where ever she had been hiding from the twin menaces. and with a quick hop and a jump she would be nestled high off the ground in her daddies outstretched arms out of their reach! His face rough with his five O'clock shadow, his hands equally rough from his work. He would gently cradle his daughter into his arms and with her giving him her usual quick peck on his cheek he would reply with a peck on the top of her head and a big long squeeze, Then they would start the "Whadda ya get me" game. A game they never tired of!

"Wadda ya get me daddy?" She would ask with her face screwed up on a fake pout! "Whadda ya get me? Wadda ya get me?" Of course he would reply "noooothing!" She would squeal "Nuhh Uhh!" Her fake pout breaking into a broad grin and a few giggles... "Wadda ya get me daddy?"She would ask again! "Noooothing" came the reply! She would beat on his chest with her tiny hands! "Wadda ya get me daddy?" They would continue this back and forth for far longer than the twin menaces attention span would allow... bored, as they were with anything that was not in immediate risk of catching fire or exploding they would wander off in search of new mischief, or the cat. Which ever came first was just fine with them!. 

All the while Angela would be there sitting in his strong arms. Her asking "Wadda ya get me daddy?"and laughing. Him replying "nooooothing" and shis eeming to be more and more cross with her as she made each new request, Cross that is if you were to ignore the edges of a smile that flickered at the corners of his mouth. Which of course  she saw and it prompted even more squeals from Angela!

Finally he would make a big show of his "anger!" Set her gently down on the ground, and from one of his deep and mysterious pockets would emerge some little trinket that had been just that second been turned into the most valuable of jewels by  the magic of it  being drawn from those pockets by his broad strong hands!

He would leave her there standing in wonder. He would then wander into the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner. They would have their little smooch and hug and he would lovingly pat his wife on the fanny before he went upstairs to the bath to wash up. Her mother would call out. "TIm! Tom! Dinners ready... Angela? Would you set the table?" Angela reluctantly would set down her new treasure, out of reach of the menace of course. Go in and do her one evening chore. Which was to set the table while her mother was  getting the dinner out and trying her best to get the twins separated and at least clean enough to say she had tried...

Daddy would come back down stairs, his face clean and wet, His hands clean too, even though there was always a faint line of dirt under the nails that seemed to resist even the most harshest of scrubbings... She would sit down to Daddy's left. Her Mother to the right where Mother could could serve the dinner and keep the twins within arms reach. After Daddy said the prayer. Mom would pass Daddy the huge bowls from which he would spoon some onto Angela's plate, his own, and then the twins in that order as Mom hopped up again and again for the things she had forgotten or for a towel to clean up the milk the twins would spill at every meal

To the outsider this might seem like a scene of total chaos, but to Angela it was heaven as she and her Daddy sat there in the eye of this hurricane and talked together about their days... She would relate to him all the events of school... Who was in trouble and who wasn't and who she liked and who she didn't... He would listen raptly to her as she rambled on and on... and all the while she prattled she was basking in the glow of her Daddies love!

All too soon for her, dinner would end, She would get up to help mom to clear the table, they would watch the twins all arms and legs and new energy from dinner pile out the door into the growing twilight with the unspoken hope that they would come back alive, and daddy? Well he would make a big show of pushing back from the table with a groan. He would slowly get up and with a burp or two, amble off to the living room where he would retire to his easy chair to read the evenings paper and watch his program... It was their families evening routine, it never change,m  and she loved every bit of it... Especially at the very end of the night. After Mom had won her nightly battle  with the twins and had gotten them clean and corralled into bed and the door to their room closed. She would come tuck Angelina in for the night. Then it was Daddies turn. He would come to her room, this giant of  man and with way more animation than he displayed anywhere else in his life. He would sit on the side of her protesting bed and read her a bed time story...
He had been doing this with her ever since she could remember. Sitting there on the right side of her bed, reading her all sorts of stories about magical kingdoms, lovely princesses and brave knights in shining armor!  She would lay there all snug  under the covers, listening to his deep voice rumble through the springs of the bed. As sleep was drawing close she would lean into his hard thigh while in her minds eye. Each and every one of these knights and kings he read about would become him! Each of which would be filled with the task of rescuing her from the highest tower or the meanest dragon. Which usually looked remarkably like the twins! Right down to the two heads! At last sleep would come, he would turn out the light and with a peck on her forehead and a final pull at the bed covers he would turn and leave...

This was their daily routine right up into high school when she discovered boys and they discovered her. With that, her and daddy's game became slightly different... Now it was him doing his level best to keep her chaste with her virtue intact, and her pretending she neither wanted, nor needed either of those pesky things! Of course they fought about it... "Daddy! I'm almost grown now!" She would whine... He would say that she was not to date any boys until she was older,  "like 90" would be his usual starting age and she would run to her room and slam the door! From the bottom of the stairs he would shout up at her. "Don't slam the door!" Usually after she had  gotten up from her bed and slammed it twice more just for the effect... They would repeat this new version of the game at least once a day if not twice for good measure... Oh sure she knew she was way older  and so much smarter than he ever gave her credit for... Why she was almost a grown woman wasn't she? So why did he still treat her like his little princess? "Humph!" Oh yes she was oh so worldly and wise, at least she thought so and as chafing as it was to have him holding her back. She still loved her Daddy dearly and she even loved that he was still her protector... her knight in shining armor! Though she would have died rather than to say something so mortifying to his face!

She survived adolescence as did he, and college time came for her as it did for all her her peers. So with great excitement and more than a little trepidation she left home for school. Ready to face the great wide world as a woman! These days, what with Daddy not really having much to say and him not liking to talk on the phone much. Most of her familial conversations were with her mother . Though she still thought of her Daddy when she fell asleep at night. So she would ask Mom how he was and what he was doing... Mom would tell her that all was well and that he was still just the same.. Well that is what she would tell Angela about him, after she had recanted the most recent tale of woe about the twins and their most recent brush with trouble...

Life was good for Angela. Her classes were going well, She was surrounded by new friends and she was semi serious about her newest love, Henry.  He was that brown eyed tall dark haired boy she had met in chemistry and she had been immediately drawn to him! So, during one of her bi weekly talks with Mom she broached the subject of her bringing Henry home to meet her and Daddy.... Mom stopped talking about the weather and the twins getting detention! In fact she stopped saying anything at all, then to Angela, behind the noise in the hall and the static on the line she thought she heard her mother crying! Mom! She exclaimed!" Are you all right? Is Daddy OK? Henry really is a nice boy and I know you and Daddy will like him as much as I do!" Mom got out a few staccato bits, it was clear she was crying and hard, then at last found her voice... She said, "Angela, Things are not going well here between your father and me and I think it best if you don't bring Henry home just yet. I'm sure he is a very nice boy but  right now is not a good time!" Angela was shocked! "Are you and Daddy getting a divorce? Is he sick?" Her mind was racing and none of the questions flooding her were thoughts were anything she wanted answered to the positive!

"No... Angela... I... Your father..." Mom dissolved into tears again... Angela waited and held onto the receiver with all her might! Trying to will something good to come down from the aether to change what ever it was that was so dire! At last Mom got her sobbing under control and resumed... "Angela, I really don't know how to say this, so I am going to say it straight out... Your father has lost his mind! He came to me about two weeks after you left and said "he was a woman!"

Of all the horrible things that had crossed her mind in the last five minutes. THAT one certainly wasn't among the lot!  "He what?" Angela exclaimed! "Daddy thinks he is a WHAT?" "Mom, you're kidding, right? It's something else, What are you not telling me, did he cheat on you? Is he sick?" Trying to fit the image of that lumbering bear who was her father into one of her mothers house dresses was just not working for her! Daddy, a woman? it was like trying to imagine the twins dressed in suit and tie and staying that way for more than five minutes... It just wasn't going to happen... "Mom, really! What is going on?" She asked again.

"I know how hard it is Angela!" Mother said. "He came to me and broke down in tears and said he had been fighting this all his life, that he was a woman inside and now that the twins were about to leave home and as you were gone he couldn't fight it any more!" Mom got all that out in one big rush and then resumed her crying... Angela was leaning against the wall, the pay phone now limp in her hand, her mouth agape... Daddy?

Henry went home to his folks that holiday, and she went home to her's. Mom met her at the station and neither said a thing about why Daddy wasn't there to greet her... Neither of them wanting to broach that subject. To put that unspeakable weirdness into the car with them... So they drove off in silence to the house... and as they pulled into the driveway. Mother turned to Angela and said " Try to be nice Honey... I know it's going to be a shock but he is still your father! I know it will be strange but he still looks like the same as he did, but I want you to be prepared because when I left to pick you up he was wearing that wig of his and he and putting on woman's clothing as he has been doing at home now for the past two months..." Angela's heart was in her throat! She had been trying to put this day out of her mind ever since Mom had broken the news about Daddy, but the day she dreaded had still came anyway... She and mom went round to the rerf or the car and together they struggled with her luggage, which as was expected was filled to overflowing with her dirty laundry and hard as it was to move, neither said a word more.. They entered the house. The house that not too long ago had been her life long haven and her refuge and her home, but which now felt alien and cold...Thank god he wasn't there in the front room... She jsut wasn't ready for this yet... Daddy? Daddy in drag? Her Daddy?

He came out of the guest bedroom just as they were struggling to get the laundry into the basement...  There he was, just as Mother had said he would be! Her Daddy... He beloved Daddy! He was dressed in a way that to her made him like a fool. his long hard legs wrapped in stockings and heels, sticking out of from an obviously second hand skirt which did them nothing good for them at all. He was wearing some sort of frilly blouse on top of that which made his shoulders seem all the larger and more ridiculous... and that wig... Oh My God.. That wig! It looked like he had parked a dead cat he had found on the road on the top of his balding head!  When he made a move to reach out and to hug her, she tried to move away but there was no room in the cramped hallway to escape his huge arms. So she closed her eyes and mumbled "Hi" as he pulled her tight against the fake breasts moving around in "His Blouse..." she shuddered, a clod chill going down her spine and she said nothing more...

That dear ones was the high point of their holiday which went down hill from there and quickly! Daddy kept on trying to be the man of the house as if nothing had happend but he did it while looking like a rummage sale Milton Berle in drag and she wanted no part  in this horrible charade of his. And she said as much in the most cutting way she could. Mom said little to either of them. Other than to make a bit of small talk now and again. Thought it seemed she had a coffee cup always in her hands that week and on occasion there was even a bit of coffee mixed in with the alcohol. The twins had only shown their still dirty and just starting to get hairy faces for the holiday meal. Then they departed as fast as they could. Laughing as they ran out the door to go stay the week with friends about what a freak their dad had become. For the first time ever Angela truly wanted to join them. To flee from this unnameable weirdness that filled their home and to never look back... So she and Mom spent most of the time hiding in the basement or out shopping... Doing anything to keep from hearing the tick tick tick of Daddy's high heels on the floor above them when he got up to adjust the TV...

Thankfully, after what seemed an eternity and longer, this Holiday ended.  It was Mom who drove Angela back to the station and as they had for a week, They talked of little things...The weather, her school work, Mom's garden, they talked not knowing or caring what was said really just to keep at bay the horrible silence that neither wanted to hear...At the station, Angela got her ticket, gave her mother a peck on the cheek and as the tears began to fall down her cheeks she rushed into her mothers open arms and gave her a deep long hug... Both of them were in tears by now. Both knowing but not saying that this is would be the last time either would be who they were where they were... Neither wanting to break their hold on the other until her train was announced and she had pull away or be left behind...

Angela went back to school that day in silence and shock..  The weather had finally turned cold and there was a light snow on the ground when her mother wrote to her two weeks later to say that Daddy was leaving and  they were getting a divorce. She couldn't take it anymore... What with the constant pull on her as she tried to hold onto the husband she had married. The constant fights they had when it became clear she couldn't. She wrote about how much she was missing the strong man she married. What an embarrassment he had become, and she even admitted that she was drinking now just to make the pain go away... None of it was a surprise to Angela. She felt pretty much the same as her mother... She too was in morning for the father who was no more. Her grades slid for the rest of the semester. To the point where she was called into admissions and told she was at risk of loosing her scholarship... She and Henry of course had broken up right after she had gotten back to campus. Allegedly for him being a jerk with a wandering eye for that co-ed down the hall, as she could not find it in her to say what really was the problem...and with this weighing on her shoulders, for the next six months she coldly spurned the advances of any other male that came within twenty feet of her! She wanted nothing to do with their species right now! If her beloved Daddy could do that to her, then what could or would any other male do... How could she ever trust one again?

Nor did she want to return to the scene of the crime either. So come the next holiday, she wrangled an invite to a friends house for skiing she said, though it was really just so she would not have to go back home... She just couldn't face her Mother alone in that house full of ghosts. The twins having dropped out of school and having taken jobs... And as for Daddy, he'd moved to an efficiency apartment on the south side of town, or so Mom said.. Not like Angela would ever find out in person! She was just too hurt and too shocked. So Daddy's letters to her went unopened straight to the trash and she hung up the phone every time she heard his voice on the other side trying to not sound like the man he was...

It took her a few semesters to work out her anger toward him, and toward men in general, Which was followed by a few fiery and disastrous flings with baddest of the bad boys, as she tried with sex to excise the image of her father and that horrible holiday week from her head. Finally, during her last semester at college she met and fell in deeply in love with John. He was tall and good looking, with broad shoulders and a wry smile. He was a gentle soul who gave her space and  who loved her so much he tolerated her random testing out bursts... but when he held her close and when kissed her hard upon her lips she knew him to be a man she could trust and so she would melt into him like she had melted with no other man before him... 

They were married a year later as she started work teaching and John began his graduate school... They had their first child followed two years later. A lovely little girl with golden curls, who would be followed by a boy and then another girl in quick succession... Her mother was there for each of the births and the two of them became close as the years went by and she found her mother to be a source of great strength and knowledge as Angela was sorely tested by three children so close in age... Of what became of her father she had no idea and frankly? She didn't want to know! He was not invited to the wedding nor were any announcements of the children's births sent his way. He was dead to her. In fact if anyone inquired of him she that is what she would say "he was dead." The story as she told was a truncated version of the truth. That after 20 years of marriage, her mother and father had a falling out, they had separated and he died quietly shortly there after. Then she would let the subject drop... Even John had no idea that he might have a father-in-law out there still be alive somewhere... Which was exactly as she wanted it to be!

Still, Angela feels a little pang of longing for her father now and again... She longs for who he was and for what might have been had he not lost his mind so.. Particularly when her daughter, who now at six, runs to her beloved father when he walks in the door, shrieking "Daddies home! Daddies home!"

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Morning Kiddies!
Just came across this little gem and felt the need to share it with all of you! Well actually, I felt a rather overpowering need to be quite ill first, but the feeling passed, along with most of my lunch, so sharing came to mind... among other things...

What our customers are saying about this Transgender/Fetish Prosthetic
"FemSkin has changed my life! I will never be the same."
"Not only do I look like A Real Woman, I feel like A Real Woman."
"When I touch myself, I can't believe. It feels so lifelike."
"I leave home with Confidence!"
"At last, I am curvy. Protruding breasts and full hips. Such a pleasure."
"Finally a product that does not require me putting on 4 or 5 devices to look shapely."
"This is the best purchase I have made in my life."
"I went out to a bar for the first time in years and looked & felt like a million dollars. Thanks for the free wigs too."
"Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!"

So there! I guess all  the inclusive folks were right to be so darn insistent. It's clear to me at last that you were right! It is all the same! CD, TV, TG, TS Early or Late, Why it's all just a matter of degree! This "gender issue" is NEVER about some masculine sexual fetish in wanting to play girl cause sexual fetishes NEVER enters the Trans-Picture ! Frankly I don't know why I have resisted so!  Isn't it obvious? We are all REAL WOMEN!

To all those who were so right to be so adamant about this... May I present a terribly underrepresented side to your lovely all inclusive umbrella and say; In the name of sisterhood, lets give em a big ol hearty welcome shall we? Why heck, I bet even Ol' Stick-in-the-Mud Uncle Al is going to want one of these to wear for the holidays once they all see "how it changes your life!"

Now, if you would be so kind as to excuse me, I'm feeling a little ill again...

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Too much to ask...

Brothers from a different mother, Buddies to the bitter end... or so they liked to say and it wasn't far from the truth! They met at one of those free-form parties which neither had been invited to... A party where they were both come already lightly toasted and both trying, quite unsuccessfully, to pick up the same woman! They always said the other "cock blocked" him and that but for the other, he would have had her but truthfully she thought them both a little drunk and not at all her type. So when neither got the girl...who left early with that good looking guitarist they both hated, they would wind up spending the rest of the night commiserating on the loss, and from that a new friendship was sparked.

They were friends!

At first it was one of those "what-are-you-doing-tonight" friend things that guys do... If one or the other was bored, he would call the other and they would be off to a bar or one of their homes and a few beers later they would simply talk. They talked about their jobs, their favorite sports teams their favorite sports, which actress had the best tits and who had the best ass and which one they would like to fuck! And of course they also lied to each other about their sexual conquests and they lied about their being rejected by women and they lied about all the things that men wish were better than they are, and as men will sometimes do, the talk and the lies drew them closer!

They were friends in need

Still they were young and foolish and neither had a clue what they were doing with themselves and the future, that was until Frank got that a letter from the President cordially inviting him to come play with the US Army in South Vietnam... Henry did everything he could think of that night to cheer his scared and depressed friend up... and so, after a case or two of beer, why it seemed perfectly logical to both of them that they should enlist in the US Air Force right that very moment, after all thats the kind of things that buddies like them did!

They were friends indeed!

They managed to make it into and through Basic Training together but when they got their MOS they found themselves stationed on different sides of the country but friends to the end. They stayed in touch and they found ways to get together when they could... That's why they have the same funny looking tattoo on their shoulder... Gotten that one drunken night Mexico when they were both on leave...  Their tattoo is a silly little thing, kinda blurry and splotchy looking but they both sport it proudly because they both have one. Even if they never tell the rest of the story about their also getting clap from that one-legged dollar whore, or their spending the rest of the night in jail together after that drunken brawl they started...

They were the best of friends

Still, the service did give them some modicum of guidance and they, eventually, as men will sometimes do, matured, well as much as men ever mature, and in time, both found love and both were married... First Frank found his Deborah, and with Henry by his side, both terribly hungover from the night before, he was married. Then Henry followed a year later when he found Alice and with Frank by his side. again both sporting the mother of all headaches! After all boys will be boys and so, Henry was married too.

They were friends to the end

Out of the service at last, they both found good work in the same town and of course, they settled in the same suburb, a block apart, where they went about their serious new careers as business men, as husbands and as fathers and through it all, their friendship deepened... They saw each other through the thick and the thin of it and there was a lot of both. Henry was there when Franks father died and Frank was there when Henry's mother died... They commiserated each other on the births of their children, and they of course commiserated with each other deeply about the lack of sex and sleep that comes with having kids! They were the kind of friend who helps the other to move without complaining more than necessary and of course, they helped each other with their cars... though Henry was always the one with more mechanical aptitude even if Frank made up for it by buying better tools!... Their wives were also close and their kids grew up as siblings, staying in one house or the other so often that it seemed some days Frank and Henry each had about twice as many kids as they could account for...

They were friends for life!

But something was changing and what it was, Henry couldn't quite lay his finger on.. Something was up with Frank! He looked pale and softer than normal and it almost looked like he had lost weight and it worried Henry! Oh sure they didn't spend as much time together as they had. What with their work and their families and so many places to be with them And sure, they had both grown a little portly, their hair thinning, their jowls a bit more "jowly." But they were still in pretty good shape for men their age, so The changed in Frank meant only one thing to Henry... Frank was bad sick, and worse, he was avoiding Henry and having to talk about it! Well that pissed Henry off big time! After all they had been through together! To think that Frank thought that Henry wasn't going to be there for him now! Henry would be there come hell or high water and if Frank lost his hair to chemo then Henry would shave his even before Frank had to!

They were friends to the death

So Henry did what only another man this close could have done... He asked him over on the context of needing help and once in the garage he confronted Frank! Henry was ready for anything and everything he could think of... But, he was not at all ready for what came next... Frank stammered and stuttered, Henry shoved another beer into his hands and pushed him harder and harder to fess up, and with that, the flood gates opened... Oh yes, Frank spilled his guts, which is what Henry had wanted but what he said left Henry stunned! His jaw on the floor...

They were friends in limbo

Frank was saying that he was a woman? At least that was what Henry thought he heard him say! No wait! Can't be! That doesn't make sense! What the heck is transgendered? You want to do what? You want to cut off your WHAT? Between men, the automatic response to a friend clearly going insane right in front of you was to make fun of it and try to get more beer into the insane one and Henry was trying his best with both but Frank was having none of it! It's real he said! I've been hiding it all my life! Henry though of his friend and all they had been through and then thought.  You old fool, if you were hiding it, you were hiding it pretty darn good!

They were friends apart

It was obvious to Henry that Frank had clearly lost his fricking mind and his friend was not going to let him go there without a fight! He tried every tack he could! What about your wife? What about your kids? What about your job and the plant? What about your home? What about sex? What about your Mother? He went down the list and of course the big unspoken question was... what about us? The beers he opened went undrunk and the questions only generated more questions~!

They were friends who are lost

Henry went home that night feeling as lost as he did when his mother had died, maybe more so! He tossed all night and was in a foul mood the next day at work. Screaming first a his wife and then at work at some poor kid about a stupid mistake and later having to find and apologize to both when he realized what he had done and why.. Hey, Frank was his friend and he was obviously delusional but he was obviously in pain too and nothing in their lives had prepared Henry for this! He was lost with out a map but he would try to find a way to help his friend!

They were friends estranged

A week went by and then another... They had not been apart this long since the service but Henry wasn't pushing it right now! Maybe if he left it alone he thought, Frank would come to his senses! Oh but it was not to be! Right smack at the two week mark on a cloudy Saturday afternoon Frank came over... Well it looked sorta like Frank if Frank was trying to be funny and dress in drag but it wasn't funny and Frank being like this made Henry feel terribly uncomfortable!   Henry was thankful he had been the one who had heard the knock in the hub-bub of the house and so it was he who met Frank at the door and invited him in, shocked but still managing to say, "Hey, Do you want a beer buddy?" To which Frank said no and my name is Helen not Frank or buddy... That sadly dear ones was the high point of their visit, which thankfully for both of them was short! What with all the kids, despite being yelled at constantly, finding reasons to run into the room and then back out giggling and Frank/Helen was not making it any easier with his wanting to talk, not about what this was doing to his family but about gender this and that and how his underwear now fit better and how hard it was to have to stand in line for the ladies room! All of which got a polite but very stunned "uh huh" and an "I bet" from Henry who wished with all his might that his friend would come to his senses then and there so they could laugh about this together! After all hadn't Franksuddnely turned into that same silly fop in a dress that they had both laughed about so many times before whenever a comedian on TV would do it?

They were friends we remember

Oh, the friendship didn't end suddenly or quickly... Henry, after all loved his friend or had loved his friend for most of their lives, so he tried... he tried to call him Helen, he tried to call him she and her but it was so stilted and so hard to do and he slipped often and "Helen"  every time it happened would snap back that she was a her and her name was Helen and he did it so often, that Henry woke one night in a cold sweat with those words of Helen's ringing in his ears!  Henry and Alice tried their best to help as best they could, first with the kids and Alice had been there for Deborah to cry on her shoulder more than once, but it was just not the same... Frank was not Frank, and this new person in his body called Helen was no one they would have sought out to befriend... So other than a bit of the sympathy they extended the night Deborah finally called it quits  and took the kids and left him. Henry and Alice seemed to always find a reason to be busy when Helen would call. Oh it was not mean and they really did want to try and understand but life was busy and it was so hard to be around "Helen" these days as he was all bitter and he wanted to talk for hours on end about trans this and gender that and all of it making no sense to them.,.. They wanted their friend back and it was clear that was never going to happen...

They were friends we forgot

He did mean a lot to them once and so Frank is still there in their photo albums and he and his family still hold a place in their hearts. So they send card with cash and small gifts to his kids at their mile stone moments and they even went to Ben's graduation. Deborah, despite her having been a good friend those many years was said to moved to the east coast where she had family and they heard that she has since remarried but they don't really know. Besides it's been more than a year since they heard from "Helen" and he never really wanted to talk about her even then! So, all in all. they chalk it all up as a lost cause. Sure, every-so-often... like when they see some one on the telly or a magazine who is turning themselves into a woman or a man. They are known to say "we knew a bloke like that once" and they say we aught to call Helen but they never do and when the conversations always peters out once the prurient factor is satisfied, the subject changes. After all, conversations about the dead, even if they do walk the earth, have a way of getting lost in the more important business of the living...

They were friends no more...