(So, I'm not trans but I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible. I do understand that many trans individuals don't prefer or even tolerate using their "dead name." I totally respect that. For this story I am using the "dead name" and their preferred name mainly to identify when they change how they look, meaning their clothes and hairstyle. I will use the "dead name"a lot in the beginning, but will transfer over the the preferred name later on. If there is anything I get wrong please tell me. I will be editing this story, if given a good reason. Grammar is not one of them.)
Love is a splendid thing. It lifts us up where we belong. It give you life and purpose. That's what it did for Chris or now know as Cindy. By the time Cindy was twenty five she was married and surrounded by love ones. For the first fifteen years of her life Cindy was a smart young man. He loved his mother and father. He would read and cook all day long. He helped his father when he could and made friends with a few town folk. Chris had a loving home.
Chris spent his days with his mother. They had spent many hours reading to each other. At night when Chris's father was on business trips, his mother would sing him to sleep.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart
Can't you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Seasos may change
Winter to spring
But I love you
Until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high no river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide
But I love you
Until the end
Of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day
Oh, come what may
Come what may
I will love you
I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day
That love though changed the day his mother fell ill. She was told that she would have only a few months. In those months the bond between parent and child grew. When the last good byes were said Chris was not the same. He wanted his mother to stay and sing to him. He wanted his fathers eyes to sparkle once more.
Over the next year Chris clung to his mother's belongings for dear life. He could always be seen in his mother's clothes and jewelry. Through that year Chris had sparked a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. In his mother's clothes he felt alive. Not just because they were his mother's, but because they felt like he was meant to wear them.
Chris's father had seen the change in his son. He saw his son find strength in his late wife's ashes. He was proud. When his son came to him, two year later, telling him he wanted to dress like a woman, he had no objections. Chris's father had had many "odd" family members. So his son dressing "odd" did not affect really.
Chris got his own clothes and put away his mother's, but he still kept her jewelry. In the end Chris had fully became Cindy. Cindy was a lovely lady who loved the colors pink and blue. She was a wonderful baker and could sing just as beautifully as her mother.
