CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Helen stared at herself in the mirror, admiring the perfectly round breasts and dark, rosy nipples. She was enjoying the appendage on her body but when she reached her waist, she knew her image would change.
The penis, although shrunken and lax, was still there surrounded by hair, the two testicles dangling below.
She’d put it off for so long, not wanting to give up everything. She referred to herself as ‘she’ because that’s what the doctors now classified her as. She had more estrogen in her body than testosterone. Technically, she was chemically a woman.
But why couldn’t she have both? Why couldn’t she have breasts and male appendage? She’d visited bordellos in Thailand and other countries where many of the men had kept their penises but added breasts to their bodies.
“You can’t stay that way,” said Butch standing in the doorway. She reached for the towel, covering her body. She wasn’t sure why. Her brother had seen her naked many times. “You have to transition fully.”
“Why? Just because you did doesn’t mean I have to as well. I like feeling as though I belong in both worlds,” she said wrapping the towel tightly around her breasts.
“But you don’t. You don’t belong in both worlds any longer. You’re far more female than male. Just like I’m more male than female now. It’s what we both wanted,” he said staring at her.
“It’s what dad wanted. Not us. We were forced into this.”
“No. I wanted this,” said Helen. “I hated being a man. I hated the clothes, I hated the body, I hated it all.”
“Then why keep your penis?”
“I-I don’t know. I like having both. Can’t I be both?”
“I don’t think so,” said Butch shaking his head. “I always knew I was meant to be a boy like you. Or like you were. We should have been identical twins. All the shit dad filled my body with, it sped up the process.”
“Well, it didn’t for me. It messed up my body.”
“That’s why we’re still working on the formulas, Helen. We’re the perfect example of how things aren’t always easy. I’m a man now. I was all woman and now I’m all man. You were a man, and now you’re half and half.”
“Don’t say that,” said Helen looking away. “I’m me. Just me.”
“Don’t fuck this up, Helen. This is our chance to make millions and do what we want to do. We can keep training or we can go away. We can live peacefully somewhere where no one will bother us.”
She walked toward her bedroom, the towel still draped around her body. As she opened the door, Butch noticed a figure lying face down in her bed. A male figure.
“That’s dangerous,” he whispered.
“He liked it. He liked me being both.” But shook his head.
“You are Helen. I am Butch. Don’t confuse the two.”
She stared at the beautifully round ass of the naked man in her bed. He’d been thrilled at the idea of making love to her as both man and woman. Helen stared at her brother.
“How could I forget. You remind me every day.”