The Story Game Conclusion!
It was spring again and the same old issue was rearing its ugly head. Why couldn't he just come to terms with the fact that she had been acquitted? Things happen for a reason. They could be together now. He had to trust her. He had to move forward and start this new journey his own way.
Maybe the past year in the mental institution had "fixed" her. Maybe she no longer wanted to steal every pair of shoes in the greater Rodeo Drive area. Maybe she didn't think she was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman anymore. Maybe it was him that needed institutionalizing. After all, she was stealing all of those shoes to feed his cross-dressing habit. Then again, maybe not.
He was really not a cross dresser, she saw him changing and surprise, he is a girl, and not just any girl. For he, or rather she, was actually eating all the cake she could gouge down her gullet. but funny thing, she always wanted to tell him that she (he) liked women better than men or was it men better than women - maybe that is why she had been institutionalized - but was she crazy or was she just seeking attention, or was she just... denying the fact that she had been hiding her true identity by donning woman's clothing. Would she ever be able to tell him/her that she had no interest in continuing their relationship. Instead, it was her desire to use "her" previous life as a man to become the tattooed bearded lady in the freak show, and travel the world!
A world that had so far and not so very long ago, left men wearing tights and powdered wigs. And they did this without the urge to follow a legal profession. This didn't upset her though, for she had a deep ancestral calling and needed to follow the old ways. So she went through her ancestral vault finding all the necessities of life. She grabbed the powdered wig, the thighs, the codpiece. She looked at the colorful codpiece and thought, "What sins will this be hiding." She then donned the apparel and went off into the crisp air of change and the prickling wind of an old man's fart.
Old men. Yes, old men was her calling card and a name change was in order so that past indiscretions and future excitements would not be swept away by calling cards gone astray (like into the hands of a twisted justice system). And all was going well, until that moment in the airport when she boarded the plane with Joan and Melissa Rivers. Melissa had just been fired from the Celebrity Apprentice and Joan had walked off the set as a result. Both women were still steaming mad. Just when our hero/heroine didn't think it could get any worse, Donald Trump himself stepped into the cabin and announced, "My place could do with a dose of insanity. I rely mainly on the cats rubbing up against the furniture to keep things dust free. It's amazing how many household chores they get done with only a strategic pinch of catnip here and there."
She quickly headed to the bathroom feeling rather ill as she suddenly realized the source of Donald's hair. She/he was disgusted to see that the source of Donald's hair was like a sporous algae, which fed off itself, and as it did, it spread forward, ever covering the scalp, as it fed off itself, that he could never go bald. She/he felt as if she/he were high, or something, as she/he wasn't really paying attention to it, but, suddenly noticed that it was moving... It was totally freaking her/him out!!!
She/he went into the bathroom, trying to make sense of everything which had occurred as of late, and suddenly missing the wrestler, even though she/he knew that it was not going to work out. She/he was just sitting in the bathroom, trying to shake free of the past hours, feeling lonely, alone, disgusted, disturbed, and ill, when the door flew open; standing there was Donald's bleached butt hole hair. As she made a dash to the porcelain throne she remembered that although Donald's hair made everyone sick, that the reason everyone really hated it was probably because it was pubic hair. What was he thinking? Just because you are extremely wealthy doesn't mean you can do anything you want. Or does it? With Donald we will never know.
Contributing Authors (in order of appearance):
who wouda thunk it?? of Another Day In Paradise
Rhonda of Led Beside Still Waters
Ana of Hella Heaven
Barb of WillThink4Wine
DrillerAA of Brain Freeze
Sarge Charlie of Sarge Charlie
Da Old Man of Crotchety Old Man Yells at Cars
Don of Beyond Left Field
Empress Bee (of the High Sea) of Muffin53
Hillbilly Willy of Hillbilly Willy -Fun, Food & Politics
Mike Golch of Rambling Stuff
Pam of Finding Pam
Carol G of A Letter To Me
Frank of Foxxfyrre's Honk'n'Holl'r
Megan of Imaginif
Sandy B of Traveling Bells
Best Online Stock Broker of Best Online Stock Broker
Beth of Drastic Measures
Lynda of The Loft of Love, By Lynda
Roger of Idaho Photo
A great big THANK YOU to everyone that contributed to The Cross-Dresser. You are all awesome!