Secret Lives Part 5

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It's pretty hard to keep a secret life hidden from your twin.

Secret Lives
Part 5

By Joanne Foxcourt, 2004

Homepage: Joanne Foxcourt

Synopsis:

Welcome to part 5 of my story about Melissa "Josh" Stevens. If you haven't read the first four parts (chapters 1-20), then you should because what happens here won't make a lot of sense otherwise. I know I said I was going to wait until it was complete, but it just came to a point that made sense for me to post. So here it is and I hope you like it. Now that summer has come and the work load at the office has lightened a little, I hope to be a bit more frequent. I apologize for the long delay.

This is a work of fiction so any resemblance to persons living or dead, in whole or in part, is purely coincidental. All of the usual copyright rules apply, but this story may be posted freely on any site that does not require a fee for accessing it. Also, the usual rules about legal restrictions on accessing stories like this apply according to where you hail from.

Chapter 21: Emancipation Proclamation

"Dr. Patel, you've been seeing Melissa for how long now?" Aaron Bosko asked Amy
after she had settled into the witness stand.

"Objection!" Michael Jones called. "The plaintiff's legal name is Joshua
Stevens."

"Your Honor," Aaron responded, "my client is currently in transition and has
applied for a legal name change to Melissa. It is generally considered courteous
to refer to such a person appropriately."

"Nevertheless," Michael countered, "his name is still Joshua."

"Overruled. Counselor, I understand your objection, but I don't see any problem
with applying some simple courtesy to the situation."

"Thank you, your Honor," Aaron noted. "Now, Dr. Patel, if you could answer the
question?"

"Almost a year," Amy replied.

"How would you characterize your client?"

"Melissa has what is clinically known as gender dysphoria. In a nutshell, it is
a condition by which the patient has ongoing and persistently strong beliefs
that their physical gender is not correct. A great many people experience this
to some degree or another but, for those whom the feelings are quite acute, the
treatments become more dramatic."

"Is this a mental condition?"

"Nobody really knows for certain," Amy admitted. "There is some evidence to
indicate that there may be some biological explanations for it, though much more
study is required. What we are certain of, however, is that for extreme cases,
the cure has invariably meant surgery and hormonal treatment."

"Is Melissa an extreme case?" Aaron asked.

"That is the purpose of the real life test, or RLT, to discover if that is true
or not."

"Describe this test."

"Basically, a patient undergoing the test spends a year living and working as a
member opposite to their current physical gender. During that time, they'll
hopefully learn a great deal about themselves and whether or not the change is
something they need to make permanent."

"It's my understanding that Denise Stevens attempted to halt this test, is that
true?"

"Yes sir, she even threatened legal action if I did not."

"What did you decide?" Aaron asked.

"I told Ms. Stevens that to halt the treatment at this time, against the wishes
of Melissa, would do irreparable harm to my patient and so I refused."

"Ms. Stevens is Melissa's legal guardian," Aaron noted.

"Yes sir, but my primary concern is my patient and I felt that Ms. Stevens was
reacting strictly to a situation that she had manufactured."

"Explain."

"Ms. Stevens had told me that she planned to send Melissa to military school and
that to accomplish this, she needed Melissa to halt the treatment. I asked if
Melissa was aware and had agreed to this plan and she told me that Melissa knew,
but was currently throwing a temper tantrum and would come around soon enough.
In my professional opinion, I felt that Ms. Stevens was acting contrary to the
continued good health of my patient and refused."

********

"Why are you seeking Emancipation?" Aaron asked Melissa.

"My mother has made several attempts to halt my treatment and every step of the
process has resulted in a battle," Melissa told him.

"Why do you suppose that is the case?"

"I don't know," Melissa shrugged. "I suppose that she is afraid of losing Josh."

"You refer to Josh as though he's another person."

"Josh is, in a way, another person. Part of who Josh is is someone that I made
up to hide who I was."

"Where are you living now, Melissa?" Aaron asked.

"I'm staying with my employer, Judy Burke."

"Tell us how that happened."

********

"Tell us, Josh, do you think you're mother has your best interests at heart?"
Michael Jones asked as he stood up to question Melissa. Melissa glared at him.

Lisa leaned over the rail and whispered at her mother, "You should tell your
lawyer to smarten up unless, of course, you never want to see Melissa again when
this is over." Denise shook her head.

"I believe I asked you a question," Michael asserted.

"I think it's clear, by the nature of your question," Melissa countered, "that
my mother does not have my best interest at heart."

"I beg your pardon?"

"If you can't even be bothered to address me appropriately then it is clear that
she didn't feel the need to consider my emotional state and the ongoing issues
that I face. Based on that, I can only conclude that she does not, in fact, have
my best interests at heart, merely her own selfish desire to hold on to her
vision of who I should be." Melissa ignored the wince Denise made at that
statement.

"Your Honor!" Michael protested.

"The answer appears quite reasonable to me counselor," the Judge responded. "In
fact, it's quite a sound argument."

"I told you," Lisa whispered to Denise again.

"Stop it," Denise said, suddenly as everyone turned to look at her. "Just stop
it."

********

Melissa hugged Judy and Aaron after they left the courtroom before bursting into
tears.

"I know, I know," Judy soothed as she held Melissa. Denise looked on from the
other side of the room, the pain evident in her eyes. Judy could see the deep
breath that Denise took before she made her way over.

Sensing her mother, Melissa looked up, her eyes red and tears still on her
lashes, and shook her head with a cautioning look. "Not now mother."

"But," Denise tried.

"No." Without looking back, Melissa left with Judy and Aaron.

"Say it," Denise cried as she whirled on Lisa.

Lisa stared as Denise grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Say it, damn
you!" Denise shouted.

"What more is there to say?" Lisa asked, shrugging herself loose. "You've
ignored everything I told you."

"This isn't over."

Lisa took a deep breath and sighed. "It is over mother, you just can't accept
it. You pushed Melissa away even after you had a chance because of that idiot
Turner."

"Josh was still going to do this," Denise insisted.

"That says it all."

********

"You're welcome to keep staying with me," Judy said as she and Melissa drove
towards Judy's house.

"I really appreciate it," Melissa said with a grateful smile. "I can't keep
freeloading though."

"You aren't freeloading, believe it or not. At the very least, you've given me

something that I haven't had in a great many years."

"What's that?"

"Something worth fighting for. I'll never be your mother Melissa, but you are so
much like the daughter I wish I could have had."

"You have no children?" Melissa asked, surprised. "I'm sorry, that's too
personal."

Judy favored her with a gentle smile. "No, it's quite alright. I was pregnant
once, but I nearly died the night I was giving birth. My child, my daughter, was
stillborn."

"I'm so sorry," Melissa started crying again. "You would have been a wonderful
mother."

"Hush child, there is no need to cry, life has moved on. My husband, rest his
soul, refused to even allow me to try again. He said that the biggest love of
his life was me and that he wouldn't risk that again."

"He sounds like a wonderful man."

"He was. I never dated after he died; no other man could live up to him in my
eyes. I would have loved to have had a child, but he was right. Still, since
you've come into my life, I've found that I fancy she would have been a lot like
you: warm, caring, friendly, honest, and courageous."

Melissa blushed. "I'm just an average kid," Melissa disagreed.

"I really don't think even you, as modest as you are, believes that either,"
Judy laughed. "Still, the point is that you are not freeloading. Oh no, by no
means are you doing that. Besides, my good customers love you to pieces."

Chapter 22: Vandals

Marie shook her head sadly at the spray painted messages scrawled onto the glass
of the store. "Fake girl" and "We don't want you girly-boy" were amongst the
nicer of the messages. She called Judy.

"Hello Marie, what's the problem?" Judy asked as she pointed her spoon at
Melissa's breakfast, urging her to eat.

"Vandals," Marie told her. "They've spray painted some nasty things on the
windows facing the lot. They must be aimed at Melissa."

"How so?" Judy asked as her face grew angry at the list of insults Marie read
off. "I see," she added. "Call the police and put up a sign that closes the
store for the day. Is Lisa there yet?"

"No, but she's probably already left home."

"That's unfortunate. Do your best, I'll be down shortly."

"With Melissa?" Marie asked.

"Hardly," Judy replied dryly.

********

"What is it Judy?" Melissa asked, concerned at the expression on Judy's face.
"You closed the store?"

"Some neanderthals thought it would be amusing to deface the store," Judy
replied. "So, why don't you relax and read today?"

"I can come down and help clean up," Melissa offered.

"Ordinarily, my dear, I would accept, but not this time."

"Why not?"

"These are things I don't think you need to see," Judy replied with a gentle
look.

"About me?"

Judy nodded.

"I've heard them all," Melissa asserted.

"Maybe, but I don't care. Let me put it differently: you have enough hurt in
your life right now; you don't need to have more. Put it out of your mind and
let the rest of us deal with this for you."

"I'm sorry for this," Melissa stated.

"Nonsense. This isn't you, this is idiots. Never, ever, think that I would blame
anything like this on you. You don't control the prejudice of others."

********

"Bastards!"

"Oh Lisa! I'm so sorry, I wanted to stop you from coming, but I was too late,"
Marie cried as she tried to turn Lisa's head away from the garish works on the
window.

"Stop Marie! I'm okay, I'm just pissed off."

"The cops are coming, so is Judy."

"Melissa?"

"No, Judy is making her stay home."

Lisa let out a sigh of relief. "The person that did this had better hope I don't
catch them," Lisa added.

"You and me both," Marie grinned. "I think I know who it is."

"Oh?"

"I can't prove it."

"Yeah, I know who it is too," Lisa agreed, thinking about Arlene Brown.

********

Marty and Arlene laughed as they watched the flurry of activity in front of the
mall. "Too bad that the drag queen didn't see it," Marty noted.

"He's probably heard," Arlene suggested, recovering her breath from laughing.

"I can't believe I'm actually agreeing with my mother though."

"You aren't," Arlene soothed, stroking her friend's shoulder. "You're mother is
going all religious on this, we're just having some fun."

"My mother is right, in a way, you know. It's not natural."

"What about being a lesbian?"

"It's natural," Marty insisted. "Even animals do it."

Arlene shrugged. "I don't care," she decided. "Men don't know what being a woman
is like. Pretending to be a woman insults those of us who had to live through
it."

"My mother plans to picket the store today," Marty noted, grinning at the spray
painted windows.

"It looks like it's closed."

"Yeah, well, she won't care as long as the press shows up."

"Will they?"

"My mother has influence, so they'll be there."

********

Melissa winced as she watched the noon news. The scenes of people picketing in
front of the store hurt her even more than the epithets scrawled in paint across
the windows. She recognized Andrea St. Laurant in the group, but the rest of
them were a mystery to her. "Why do they hate me so much," Melissa wondered out
loud.

"Bigotry doesn't really need a reason," Judy noted from the doorway as Melissa
turned in surprise. "Andrea, for example, has always been unreasoning on such
topics despite the fact that her daughter is gay. Others? Who knows? Religion
perhaps, maybe fears that they can't quite put their finger on, or maybe they
just learned hate at the knees of their parents."

"I don't understand it. Did you see that sign one man carried? It was so hateful
and yet he looked so kindly."

Judy sat beside Melissa on the couch. "He probably is kindly in many ways, but
he's been taught certain things and so reacts according to them," Judy
explained. "Even the most gentle of people can do surprisingly cruel things when
their beliefs are challenged."

"I'm not challenging his beliefs," Melissa stated as she stared in morbid
fascination at the unfolding newscast.

"He thinks you are. Do you remember Matthew Shepard?" Melissa shook her head.
"Matthew was a young gay man," Judy continued. "He was murdered because he was
gay and there were actually people who protested with similar signs outside his
funeral."

"That's awful!"

"Indeed. Yet, the people that did that thought that they were doing God's work.
Remarkable, isn't it? Some people seem to have selective memory when it comes to
the message that God represents."

"What do I do?" Melissa asked, sounding plaintive.

"What you are doing. Be yourself, live your life, and smile. We can beat this,
Melissa; you don't have to walk in fear."

"There are a lot of people against me."

"There are a lot that are with you too. We're stronger, you'll see."

********

"It would have been better if there wasn't the spray painted windows," Andrea
St. Laurant declared as she sipped her tea. "As it was, the press made it appear
that we were responsible for it."

"Now Andrea," Reverend Barrons cautioned. "This is only the first of many
protests and there won't always be such nonsense." The Reverend David Barrons
was the leader of The Family Council, an organization that focused on
fundamental values and strict moral codes. Reverend Barrons looked kindly, the
face of a much loved grandfather, but his eyes showed a piercing judgmental look
to those that looked closely.

"As you say Reverend," Andrea agreed. "You're aware that young Turner's trial is
a few days from now?"

"I'm aware and I've already begun making the preparations for it. We'll have a
full contingent out for this. I've also been asked to testify as Turner's
spiritual council."

"I hadn't heard that," Andrea told him.

"It's recent," Reverend Barron admitted. "I'm to testify to the emotional effect
that Joshua Steven's attempted masquerade had on the lad."

Chapter 23: First Date

"I'm a little nervous," Melissa said as Lisa sifted through the closet looking
for something suitable.

"I would be too," Lisa replied. "He's cute and really nice though."

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Why not?"

"He's a guy," Melissa said.

"You're a girl," Lisa asserted.

"We both know that's not entirely true."

"Sure it is! So what if your parts are still being sorted out, you're as much a
girl as I am. Don't let those bastards convince you that you're wrong. If you're
wrong, be wrong for your own reasons, not theirs. Are you wrong?"

Melissa shook her head and accepted the skirt that Lisa held out to her. "This
is a little short isn't it?" She asked.

"You have great legs sis, show 'em off."

"How's mom?" Melissa suddenly asked as she pulled the skirt on, the dark gray
creating a nice contrast with the black hosiery. "This looks good," she added as
she admired the effect.

"I told you," Lisa grinned. "Mom's okay, I guess. I don't really know 'cause we
aren't talking to each other lately."

"I'm sorry you have to be stuck in the middle of this."

Lisa waved it off. "I don't have any issues," she added. "Mom has been closeted
with her lawyer trying to figure out how to break the emancipation ruling."

"I'm not about to wish her luck," Melissa noted with a wry grin as she donned
the black sweater.

"You look hot. Mom loves you, you know," Lisa told her.

"She loves Josh, not me."

"She just needs help seeing that you're one and the same."

"Maybe, but I can't deal with her right now," Melissa decided.

"So, is Steve a good kisser?"

Melissa blushed.

********

"Wow!" Steve's eyes widened as he watched Melissa walk down the stairs, much to
the amusement of Judy and Lisa.

"You look good yourself," Melissa smiled happily as she adjusted his tie a
little and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I brought you these," Steve said as he pulled a bouquet of flowers held between
the arms of a small teddy bear.

"Oh Steve, they're so pretty and the bear is so cute!" Melissa surprised herself
by gushing.

"I'll put the flowers in water for you," Judy said. "Why don't you two go and
enjoy your evening?"

"Thank you Judy," Melissa replied as she picked up her wrap and purse. "We won't
be too late, I promise."

********

Steve escorted Melissa to the candle lit table he had reserved in the
restaurant. "I hope you like Italian, but they have other options here as well,"
Steve told her as he held her chair.

"I love Italian, who doesn't?"

"My dad, if you can believe it."

"That's so weird!"

"I'm glad you came out tonight," Steve told her seriously.

"I am too. Why did you ask me?" Melissa asked.

"Because I'm gay?" Steve questioned as Melissa nodded. "Remember, I told you
that you impressed me enough to actually consider going straight!" Steve smiled.

"You haven't really, though," Melissa pointed out.

"No, I guess that's true in a way. Still, despite it all, I can't help being
attracted to you."

"Me too."

"You're attracted to yourself too?" Steve asked with a sly smile and teasing
sound in his voice.

Melissa giggled. "Of course not, silly man, I'm attracted to you. I never really
thought about it before, you know? I was always struggling with who I was."

Steve nodded agreement.

********

"That was fabulous," Melissa sighed as she put down her fork and gazed at the
half-eaten lasagna in front of her.

"You barely ate," Steve protested.

"Barely? I'm stuffed! Besides, I do have a figure to take care of, you know."

Steve started laughing. "That's the most stereotypical girl thing to say that I
could possibly imagine," he grinned.

Melissa stuck her tongue out him.

"Cute tongue," Steve winked as Melissa hurriedly pulled it back into her mouth.
"Do you want to dance a little before desert?"

"It's pretty formal music," Melissa replied, looking at some of the dancing
couples nervously.

"That's okay, just follow my lead."

Melissa put her arms around Steve's neck as he held her close. Slowly they
circled their way around the dance floor, lost for a moment in the music until
Melissa's eyes caught an unexpected face sitting at a table near the dance
floor: Andrea St. Laurant. "That bitch is here," Melissa murmured into Steve's
ear.

"What bitch?"

"The one that was protesting against me down at the store today," Melissa
snarled.

"Ignore her," Steve suggested. "We're here to have a good time and not to have
it spoiled by the likes of her."

Melissa leaned backed slightly and smiled at Steve before reaching up to kiss
him. Without meaning to, the kiss progressed to the point that Melissa
momentarily forgot about Andrea. That is until she heard the hiss of Andrea's
voice in her ears. "I think decent society would prefer that you keep your
homosexual love affairs out of public view," Andrea said, standing a few feet
from the dancing couple.

"I don't recall asking your opinion," Melissa snarled as she turned to confront
Andrea.

"You're a mere child and a confused one at that. Young man," Andrea added,
addressing Steve. "You're aware that this child is actually a boy, I presume? Or
was he into fooling you as well."

Steve stiffened and glared at Andrea. "Frankly, madam, I find Melissa to be far
more of a lady than you could ever hope to be. Melissa, at least, wouldn't dream
of barging in on a private conversation and dance to espouse her unwelcome
opinions."

"How dare you!" Andrea gasped.

"Excuse me," the maitre d' said as he approached the scene. "You have disturbed
several other customers here and that is most inappropriate. You will need to
leave now."

Andrea turned to smile triumphantly at Melissa and Steve. "As I told you," she
said.

"You're mistaken madam, I meant yourself. The young couple here has done nothing
to disturb the patrons."

"Do you know who I am?" Andrea sputtered, sounding indignant as Melissa and
Steve shared a relieved look.

"Indeed. Mr. Barchelli, the owner, identified you and asked me to see that you
were escorted out." The maitre d' waved towards a couple of gentlemen before
turning to the young couple amidst the light applause coming from around the
restaurant. "I'm terribly sorry that you had to experience that situation," he
told them. "Mr. Barchelli has informed me that your meal is on the house."

"There is no need for that," Steve protested.

"Perhaps," the man smiled. "However, it is not my decision. Please enjoy the
rest of your evening."

Melissa turned to Steve as they made their way back to the table. "Did you mean
that?" She asked.

"Of course," Steve replied as he seated her.

"Thank you."

********

"Ah, you did not order dessert?" Anthony Barchelli asked as he approached the
table. "Please, don't get up. I'm Anthony Barchelli, the owner, and I wanted to
ensure that everything was alright after that unfortunate incident."

Steve stood and shook his hand anyways. "Thank you for the dinner, it wasn't
necessary, but thank you anyways. We didn't feel that we should impose further
on your generosity."

"Nonsense! You must try our tiramisu, it is to die for." Anthony waved over the
waiter and whispered. "Now then, I trust that you've otherwise enjoyed your
evening?"

"Very much," Melissa assured him. "You managed to make what could have been a
disaster into something entirely special."

"As ever, Judy is quite right," Anthony smiled. "You are delightful and quite
lovely."

Melissa blushed. "You know Judy?" She asked.

"Of course, she is a good friend. She thinks very highly of you and I can see
why."

"Thank you," Melissa replied, blushing again.

"Give her my regards," Anthony told her. "And enjoy dessert and dancing. The
night, and both of you, are young. Ah, to be young and in love again. It is a
beautiful thing." Anthony gripped their shoulders and favored them both with a
wide smile before turning back to the restaurant.

"Judy was right, there are allies everywhere," Melissa said, a genuine smile
appearing on her face.

********

Melissa broke the kiss as she sensed, rather than saw, a light come on from
behind her. "I had a wonderful time tonight," she whispered.

"Despite Andrea?" Steve added as he reluctantly let her go.

"In some ways because of her," Melissa grinned. "Not only did I spend an evening
with you, but I got to see that there are more people that support me."

Steve laughed gently. "I had a fabulous time too and I still have all that money
saved up to take you out again!"

"Name the date," Melissa told him.

"I'll call you," Steve promised and kissed her again.

********

"That was some kiss," Lisa remarked as Melissa leaned against the door.

Melissa jumped and turned to see Judy and Lisa behind her, both in robes. "Lisa!
I didn't think you would be here!"

"I couldn't miss my sister's first date," Lisa told her. "Now, come on, we have
milk and cookies in the kitchen just waiting to be eaten. You can tell us all
about it."

"I couldn't eat another bite," Melissa protested.

"Nonsense," Judy declared. "There is always room for milk and chocolate chip
cookies."

Melissa gave in and followed the two to the kitchen.

"So?" Lisa demanded.

"So what?"

"How was the date? Sheesh, girl, what do you think?"

"It was okay," Melissa admitted as she took a sip of milk.

"Okay? By the look on your face and that kiss at the door, I'd say it was more
than that," Judy noted as she dipped a cookie.

"Alright, alright. It was fabulous!" Melissa laughed and proceeded to tell them
of the events of the evening.

"Tony has the soul of romantic," Judy smiled as she heard the events surrounding
Andrea. "He wouldn't take too well to someone interfering like that."

"He's a very nice man," Melissa agreed.

"Amongst the nicest," Judy agreed. "Didn't I tell you that there were more of us
than you think?"

"I think I learned that for real today," Melissa admitted as she shifted in her
chair and yawned. "Sorry, I'm nearly worn out."

"I'm not surprised, it was a long day," Judy agreed. "Why don't the pair of you
head off to bed?"

Melissa gave Judy a hug and kiss. "Thanks for everything," she whispered.

"My pleasure child, now go sleep."

********

"Tony, you're a hero tonight," Judy said into the phone.

"It was nothing Judy," Tony replied, sounding pleased nevertheless.

"I don't know my friend; your actions tonight gave that young girl a lot of
hope."

"I can see why you think she is worth it," Tony agreed. "The look on Andrea's
face was priceless really, the stuck up bitch."

"Tony!" Judy laughed, pretending to be shocked.

"Ah Judy, I've heard worse from you!"

"She might start protesting at your restaurant."

"Let her, she'll be in for a surprise. You would be amazed at how many of my
guests thanked me and congratulated me on the events of this evening."

"That's a bit heartwarming," Judy admitted.

"Quite the young gentleman with your Melissa I might add."

"Oh?"

"You should have heard what he told Andrea," Tony laughed as he related the
confrontation.

"He's right, you know," Judy laughed.

"Oh, indeed."

"Tony, thank you."

"No need."

********

"Wow," Lisa said as she climbed into the gigantic bed beside Melissa. "That was
quite the date. Nobody ever took me to such a fancy place."

"Steve is something else, huh?" Melissa agreed as she punched a pillow.

"Yeah." Lisa silently stared at the ceiling for a few moments. "You're really
lucky, you know," she finally said.

"What?" Melissa turned onto her elbow. "What do you mean?"

"You're getting to be you."

"So are you," Melissa told her.

"I guess."

"Lisa, what are you trying to tell me? Spit it out!"

"I'm gay!" Lisa cried, turning away to muffle her tears.

"Is that all?" Melissa demanded as she placed her hand on Lisa's shoulder.

"All? We're pretty fucked up twins you know!"

Melissa shrugged as she sat up. "I don't know, apparently we're more alike than
I would have thought," Melissa grinned.

"What do you mean?"

"Apparently I should have been you and you should have been me."

"I like being a girl," Lisa protested.

"I didn't say otherwise, but I'd wager you would have been happier as me and
vice versa."

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Why didn't you say anything before?" Melissa demanded.

"I don't know. I guess it was because we needed only one crisis in the house at
the same time," Lisa suggested. "Mom was so bent out of shape and you were
starting to break out of your shell. I just didn't want to make matters worse."

"Lisa, I love you, you wouldn't have made it worse."

"You're not mom."

"Mom would probably deal with that better than she'd dealt with me," Melissa
disagreed.

"I doubt it."

"I'm sorry," Melissa whispered. "I've been so selfish."

"Huh?"

"I can't let you hide like this, it'll kill you."

"Don't be stupid," Lisa asserted. "You're not going to change back because of
this, I won't stand for it."

"Are you going to tell mom?"

"Should I?"

Melissa nodded.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. She may not like it, but you can't keep it from her. Do Carla and
Sue know?"

"Yeah. All three of us, well, um, experimented a little."

"Lisa!"

"So!"

"Uh, nothing. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Guys do nothing for me. Look at Steve, he's a good looking guy and
smart too. Does nothing for me. Girls, on the other hand, yummy."

"Yummy?"

Lisa blushed. "You know what I mean," she replied. "Sue swings both ways, but
Carla is like me."

"I never knew."

"We didn't tell you. Now you know, though."

"Thank you," Melissa saida seriously as she gathered Lisa into her arms and
rocked the gently crying girl.


 
To Be Continued...

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Sisters

I wish I had a sister I think my coming out would have been sooner and easier.

hugs :)
Michelle SidheElf Amaianna

I love Tony!!!!! Melissa is

Pamreed's picture

I love Tony!!!!! Melissa is so lucky to Have Lisa and Judy!!
I am lucky too as I have my sister Mary!!! She has been so wonderful!! I live in California and when I transitioned I had to call my brothers and sisters to tell as no lived in California. My sister Mary flew out from Ohio and we went on a walk on the beach talking about my new life. When we were walking back to the car Mary grabbed me by the shoulders and said "Well I guess I have a new sister now"!!! And she has been great every since then!!

Pamela

Lbgt is a community

Something I did not realize until I step forward and joined them.

Secret Lives 5

Hi,

Nice to see this one continue. I wonder if Lisa is going to have issues as complex as Melissa's. A nice interesting development.

Hugs

Karen

secret lives

great to see melissa got emancipation. i hope lisa doesnt have any problems with her mom. probably send her off to some camp somewhere. would be nice to see steve get into a more serious relationship with melissa. i wonder if judy is going to adopt melissa no she has emancipation. will have to wait and see.

thanks for the story

samantha

emancipation and proclamation :-)

Joanne,
Thanks so much for continuing this lovely story. I understand how hard it is to complete a work like this - I have completed a grand total of zero stories myself! I'm really enjoying the complexity of the situation, and I'm looking forward to the next installment.

Love,
Diane

Love,
Diane

Secret Lives

Hi Joanne
I'm glad that you wrote another part of this truelly amazing story. I'm glad that Mellisa got emancipated and I'm glad that Judy loves Mellisa like a daughter. You have opened another can of worms by telling us about Lisa being gay. I just wonder how it'll go with thier mother when she tells her. I guess that we'll find out in the chapters to come. You are trueely a talented writer so keep up the good work.

Sincerely,
John (dooey52)

Thank you

Joanne

For continuing the story, love it. The previous comments say it all.

Hugs, Fran

Hugs, Fran

Really REALLY good

Ok there may be some minor typos or such but your storyline and the way you have written so far it is almost life the way it is. I had never read it before your new post and have no idea how I could have missed one of the really REALLY good ones!! We all seem get caught up in the fantasy world then every once in a while someone comes along to tell a story just the way life sometimes works. You have a real HIT right here could be a classic at least in the way I read as close as possible to real life. PLEASE do not forget to continue. You have really started something here that begs to have a long continued run. Just do not make us all wait so long for continuation.

Thanks for the feedback!

Much appreciated, truly! No worries, this story will not lie forgotten and will continue. :)

Will Continue

To which I can only say . . . YAH ! ! ! !

Thank you, thank you, thank y

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I love the update, and I am so glad you haven't abandoned the story! Lisa's revelation will have dire consequeneces when it comes to her mother, I fear. I 'm afraid she'll blame Mellisa and Lisa for each other's 'abnormal behavior'. She reminds me of people I know in real life:(

Please, please,please, keep this story going! Great job!

Nothing beats a great pair of legs! Especially in hose and heels!

Secret Lives Part 5

Great chapter! I will have to say that I started reading this story because I was bored. I know..not the best way to say that I loved your story, but it is the truth. Yet after reading Secret Lives 1 I found myself drawn into the story of Josh/Melissa and as I read each new part the pull of the story grew stronger and stronger. I think it is the battle between the wealthy as well as Melissa's transformation that keeps my attention. It is a joy to see sweet Melissa act very lady-like to bigots in the tale and now with Lisa sudden coming out of the closet so to speak this tale is heating up! The up and coming trial I hope has as much raw emotion as all the other chapters and we see just how rich and powerful Judy can be.

I look forward to seeing how Lisa and Melissa's mother react to learning that her other daughter is gay. I can also see somehow Andrea confronting the girl's mother and Denise getting defensive when Andrea lets slip a comment about poor Lisa's sickness. Somehow I think Denise's motherly defense system will kick into overdrive allowing her to push aside what she is feeling about lossing Josh and see that she might also lose Lisa.

Here is to hoping that Secret Lives Six will be posting very soon.

A new and thankful fan!

-J-

I can relate

This story seriously made me cry! Melissa reminded me of myself in so many ways, and the constant battles I have with my parents each and every day. My mom never liked that I liked boys, and she tried to set me up with a girl, it didn't work. I didn't like her like that, she was my friend nothing more. My parents constantly fight me to no end each and every day. So does my brother and one of my friends. They wont ever call me Tiffany, but I don't care anymore. Maybe I WILL have to leave them all, like I don't want to. I love them, but they push me away... so very far away... I just want to cry right now! Anyway, sorry to go off on a rant, the story is beautiful. I'm curious to see how things end up!
Love,

Tiffany
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Just a normal tg girl in a cruel cruel world.

I know who I am, I am me, and I like me ^^
Transgender, Gamer, Little, Princess, Therian and proud :D

Thank you for the additional comments

I really do appreciate them, more than I can actually say.

Tiffany, I'm happy that I could provide some catharsis for you, or at least I hope I did. I guess I'm fortunate that I haven't experienced that pain directly, but I know it in the people that I am friends with so the writing of this story, as with others, helps to articulate how I feel about it. Believe it or not, there are people with you, more than you may realize.

Closets are safe and cozy, it take almost unimaginable courage to step out of them.

More Please

Joanne, thank you for an interesting story. I've enjoyed it very much and hope to see more. It's been almost a year, surely you have more chapters tucked away in your head. Please put more down on, well, I was going to say paper, but that's passe these days. So please, just write more. I want to see the good gals and guys win, and the bad 'uns get their just deserts.

Virtual Hugs!
Karen J.


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

Thanks for the Tears

Its not often that I find a story on the TG sites that realy REALY gets to me. This is definatly one of those. Right now as I write this, I have a few tears trickling down my cheeks.

Myself, I am fortunate anough that my parents have been very supportive of my transition, even to the extent of helping out financialy. But I have a Very close friend who has not been so fortunate.

Her mother is rejecting her and driving her away step by step. Every few weeks I find her in tears due to her mothers treatment. I see how much she loves her mother, and how that love is being soured by her mothers unwillingness to open her eyes and SEE.

Another aspect of the story that resonates with me is the support and acceptance melisa is begining to find from people. The restaurant owners reaction brought to mind a shop owner I know.

While shoping in the local conveniance store I was being heckled by some Neds (Glaswegian word meaning Non Educated Delinquant's. Usualy young men aged 14-20 with little education, inteligance, job, or real prospects in life. Neds are known for being highly agreasive and unpleasant, though usualy only when in groups.)

The Neds were hurling verbal ubuse of an obscene nature. Seeing this, the elderly asian shopkeeper became very angry and ordered them from his store. telling them not to bother coming back as they would not be served.

The shopkeeper earned a place in my heart when he smiled at me understandingly while handing me my change. Without words he expressed his sympathies for me, and his understanding the nature of prejudice.

Thank you for creating something that truly touches my heart. And thank you for my tears, both good and bad.

Natasha