I am Baaack! Part 5

Joan struggled to suppress her surprise. Robbie KNEW! A little panic arose, but she suppressed it; apparently he.she.didn't know EVERYTHING. She knew they were feminizing him, and she liked it! Well, whatever this Stephanie was doing for Robbie certainly seemed to be falling in with her plans, and she knew Lou and Ed would be overjoyed. They were, if anything, even greedier than she was. Maybe, though, she ought to find out a bit more about this Stephanie. "Well, Robbie, I would certainly say that this Stephanie is an excellent influence on you. Tell me about her."

Robbie leaned forward excitedly. "Oh, Joan, she was just what I needed. You know that I'm big for a girl, and my one worry was that I would make an ugly girl. Lou and Ed and you are all at least five inches shorter than me, and I outweigh all of you considerably, and my feet are large, and. Well, I was moping about that one day at the Wine Bar, seated by myself in a booth, when this incredibly beautiful BIG older woman came over. Not fat, big. She was even bigger than me, at least 6'5", and probably two hundred, fifty pounds, but there was nothing remotely masculine about her. She just slid right in opposite me. 'Hi', she said, 'my name's Stephanie, what's yours?' Well, of course, I said, 'Robert,' and then she knocked my socks off; she said, 'No, dear, I mean your femme name, your real name.'

"You could have knocked me over with a feather! She had seen right through my androgynous look; she saw my soul! My jaw must have hit the table, because she giggled, and put one of her perfectly manicured hands over mine which were folded on the table top. 'Takes one to know one, dear.' Double shock; Stephanie was a guy!? 'No way,' I'd thought, 'not her; she's gorgeous!' She must have read my expression. She smiled and told me she was a 'T-girl', transgendered. A pre-op transsexual. She said she had seen me come in, and had noted my size and also my androgynous look - she used the term sissy look, but she said it in a nice way, like there was nothing wrong with that. And somehow, she said, she had just known, been certain enough to come over and talk to me. She had seen that I looked like my dog had just died, bet herself that I didn't have a dog, and decided to see if she could help. 'We big girls have to stick together,' she told me.