ransvestia

"I can't believe this is happening to us, to our family," she sobbed. "We're... we're so ordinary - or I thought we were."

Jim looked at her thoughtfully, pulling her towards him. "We're not ordinary," he said huskily. "Now, just let it play itself out. Cathy'll soon bring her baby home to us when his daddy can't be any kind of father to him."

"You think so," said Kate, snuggling into his side of the bed.

"Of course," said Jim Porter. "They'll need a man to help raise our grandson. So, they'll come back to the Walk-to us, if we support them now. Just you see."

And if accepting his grandson meant accepting 'Ursula' too,, well, he would, but on his terms. His grandchild would need a man to look up to―Jim Porter junior-and 'Ursula', well, she'd just have to drop the Psychology, of course, and accept the role she'd designed for herself. Beautiful women were good for only one thing on the islands—and that would be the price-she'd have to stay a beautiful woman to remain close to Jim Porter's grandchild. She'd be a "Golden girl" again—just like Eleanor Porter, Kenneth's mother. Jim wondered if Eleanor had programmed her son to exact this excruciating revenge on the whole family. She'd been the only one to know the depths of Jim Porter's secret, transvestite longings in his youth and boyhood. Repressed for so long, it was now an exquisite torture for him just to look at 'Ursula', doing all the things with 'her' life that he had once confided to Eleanor he wanted to do with his.

As his wife slept, Jim rose and slipped off to the bathroom, silently closing the door after him. He had the photographs, years old now, taken by Eleanor, that he had never showed anyone, least of all Kate. he had to look at them again, to look over 'Sally', with her long golden hair and her exotic makeup and in that tight dress he remembered so well. He could almost feel the silk stockings, that he'd worn for the picture taking session, on his legs, again. He repressed the urges to try on Kate's nightdress on the back of the bathroom door. His transvestism lay solely in pictures now-the wonderful pictures of Sally'-the one Eleanor had always called the 'Golden Girl' of the Porter family.