Fem Firm 3: The Return Of Frankie

"Ben, are you ok?" Debra asked.

"Yea, it's just a lot to digest in a short period of time."

At that point, Isabella rose from her chair and displayed her almost 6'5"
inches in heels. She and I were almost the same height when we were 14
year old kids but she'd obviously grown to a much bigger height since
then. She went behind me and stooped next to me as I sat in the chair. Her
eyes bore a motherly look as she softly ran her fingers through my hair.
As I looked at her close up I could "see" Frankie for the first time. We'd
kissed so many times as kids that I knew almost every nuance of her face,
and although she'd made many changes there were still things that were the
same. Like her eyes. They were still the same beautiful cornflower blue.

"I know how you feel, baby. I fought it for a long time too. Both Debra
and I both did, to the point where we both joined the Marines in an
attempt to deny and purge our women hood forever."

"You were in the Marines!?"

"She and I both were. That's how we met," Debra said. "After we
transitioned, we joined a support group called "Leathernecks to Ladies."
Formed by two transgender exMarines about 25 years ago to help fellow
girly jarheads accept their woman hood. I'm still chairwoman of the local
chapter. Isabella or should I say Frankie, came to us about four years ago
and we helped her to become the beauty you see before you. But she had to
accept herself first, just as you need to do."

"You've always been a bottom anyway, Britney,dear," Isabella said as she
brushed her hand along my cheek. "You were never really much of a man
anyway. There's a girl inside you. Let her out before it's too late. Let
her out while she's still a young woman and can enjoy her life. Somewhere
down the road you know you'll eventually do it. Do you really want to wait
until you're like 50 something? Remember you once told me you wanted a
husband. You'd make such a beautiful bride."