Family Values

Chris led her over to the sofa and sat down beside her. “Kit, this isn’t about you,” she said softly. “If you weren’t such an amazing girl, I never would have been able to give up being Chrissy, if only for a little while. You made a man out of me, and I’ll always be grateful for that.”

“Then why do this to yourself? Think about what you’re giving up.”

“Believe me, I know what I’m giving up, and what I’m going to get in return. It’s worth it to me.”

“What’s so great about being a woman, anyway?” she sniffed.

“If you only knew how many times I looked at you and dreamed that I could be you.”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I’d want to trade places with you? You’ve been so caught up in your own fantasies, I’ll bet that never even occurred to you.”

“You mean you like me this way?”

Kit stood up and towered over Chrissy, her voice deep and commanding. “This isn’t about you. Somebody has to wear the pants around here. Help me change, and I’ll show you what it’s like to be treated like a lady. And when we get home, I’ll make a woman out of you.”

Kit took Chrissy by the hand and led her into the bedroom which they used to share. She discovered that all of Chris’s clothes were piled up in boxes on the floor.

“I just came back to pick up my stuff,” Chrissy explained. “I never expected you to…”

Kit cut her off. “The trouble with you, Missy, is that you’re too wrapped up in yourself. You never even thought about how I might feel about your little secret. Well, there are two people in this relationship, and one of them loves you too much to let you get away. Even if that requires some drastic changes on my part.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Kit.”

“Dammit! You’re not doing the asking! I’m doing the telling! Now make yourself useful by finding me some clothes that will fit me,” she said, pointing to the boxes on the floor. “A turtleneck and some khakis, for starters. And that pair of brown loafers I used to dig on you. Oh, and don’t forget some underwear and sox.”