Rent or forfeit 23

Friday evening Tammy stood alone in his room looking at his feminized image in the full-length mirror on the wall, he would have to get used to thinking of himself as Tammy from now on, as he had a piece of paper, in the top draw of his dresser making it official. He still didn’t know how it was possible to just sign a piece of paper and legally change your name but having looked it up on the government website, it seemed legit.

The words on the paper echoed through his mind as he stood in front of the mirror pouting, “I Thomas Edward Jenkins of Flat 7, Harker’s Close, London, SE16 7HT, have given up my old name and have adopted for all purposes the name Tamsin Emilia Jenkins”, it was signed and dated by Maddison and Monica who were more than happy to help, and having gone out the previous evening to get his picture taken, a new passport would be with him within a few days, identifying him as Tamsin Emilia Jenkins, the person in the picture would have girly lilac hair to match his new girly name.

“Was this to be his life from now on”? he thought, as he looked around his recently, pink decorated room, “could he live as Tamsin Emilia Jenkins? Who was she”? He looked back at the pretty girl in the mirror as Tamsin, not Tommy looked back at him.

Starting down at the towering pink pumps, he had worn all day, he scanning up past his smooth toned legs, that he had to admit looked rather sexy, encased in light pink tights. Continuing on up, he came to the silky pink dress, decorated with butterflies, the slightly flared hem of its skirt resting high on his thighs.

So much had changed in the last few months, it was hard to comprehend. He thought back to a time where he used to just hang around all day playing computer games. He thought about how the person, he was back then, would have reacted seeing what he could now see in the mirror, and imagined his reaction if someone had told him a few short months later, he would have the outward appearance of an extremely feminine girl and be looking at himself wearing a short pink dress and matching platform heels, having just returned from a day in the city working as a secretary, where he had endured the lustful stares of almost every man he met that day. The old Tommy would have freaked out but the strange thing was, the stares or even the outfit didn’t really bother Tammy that much anymore, he was now accustomed, if still not completely comfortable wearing short skirts and tottering around in high heels, but some part of him, he was still coming to terms with, quite liked the attention. He had always been a bit of a loner with no one really paying him much attention but as Tammy, it was the polar opposite, everyone wanted to talk to him and get to know him and it felt a little exciting.

Scanning up further, he paused for a moment as his eyes fell on his giant fake breasts, still shocked every time he saw them, that something like them actually existed, they looked so realistic as he had gathered from all the stares that day. Bringing up his right hand, he gently cupped his left breast, watching in the mirror as the girl with the long pink nails gave it a slight squeeze. He felt nothing of course, but for a moment he wondered, what it would feel like to actually have breasts, what would they feel like to touch?

“Am I interrupting something”? Sarah said grinning, stood in the bedroom doorway.

Tommy quickly removed his hand and looked down in embarrassment, “err… no, I was just… err… what do you want Sarah”? he asked annoyed.

“Still acting like a little bitch, I see? Or perhaps you’ve always been a little diva just waiting to get out”.

“Sorry, I’m just tired, it’s been a long week, and thanks to walking around on these stilts you insist I wear, I’m utterly exhausted”.

“Well, you got yourself into this situation, with your lazy mooching ways, to be honest, I didn’t think you’d turn out so beautiful, and if you think about it, although you may not like some of the changes, you have to admit, your future prospects look a lot rosier now, with that new job of yours”,

“You think I look beautiful”? Tammy asked, looking back towards the mirror, through his long thick lashes, his makeup still looking as perfect as when he painstakingly applied it that morning.

“Beautiful! Come on Tammy, you’re not blind, you’re an absolute knockout, hell I’m a little jealous, you could be a model”.

Tammy just continued to stare at himself in the mirror, a mixture of strange feeling washing over him, shame, pride, embarrassment, guilt, he looked back towards his older sister, “I’m so confused Sarah, why did you do this to me? Do you hate me that much”?

Sarah sighed, “come and sit with me on the bed for a moment Tammy”, she said.

The two made their way over, sat down on opposite sides of the pink satin covers, and after making themselves comfortable, Sarah began, “living with you back at mum’s was vile, you were a horrible brother, you know”? she stated.

“Horrible, that’s a bit strong isn’t it, I’m no saint, but I didn’t exactly have the best of childhoods, with mum coming and going, hell even when she was there, she was just mean and neglectful”.

“That doesn’t give you the right to take your anger out on me and Monica, we went through mum’s shit too, you know? why do you think I got out of that house as soon as I turned eighteen” Sarah said forcefully”, you know I could make you a list of all the awful things you said or did to me back then, but Monica, I guess she was an easy target, right? She got the worst of it, you might have been younger than her, but she’s a sensitive soul, you bullied her to the point of clinical depression, she’s still taking medication to this day, do you realise that”?

Tammy parted his thick lips and looked on at Sarah, stunned at what she was saying, had he really been that awful? sure he played a few pranks on her and called her a few name, but had he really made her life so miserable, he felt terrible, as a feeling of guilt and sadness washed over him, “I’m so sorry”, he mumbled as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, “I didn’t know any of that”.

“I’m not the one you should apologise to, and you, being oblivious to the feelings of people around you was always the problem, you never think about others or how your actions might affect them”, Sarah shouted.

“I’m sorry”, Tammy repeated”, I’m, going to change, try to be a better person”, he said sincerely.

Sarah’s looked him in the eyes, “I want to believe that’s true, but time will tell, the good news is, there will be no further forfeits, I doubt we could make you look any more precious if we tried, but starting tomorrow, you’re going to make amends for your deeds in the past, starting with the time you turned, what should have been one of the best nights of Monica life into her worst”.

Tammy suddenly felt a little nervous as his palms became sweaty, “what did I do”? He asked quietly.

“Let me jog your memory, we need to go back five years, to a time when an excited Monica, having just finished school was fantasising about attending her senior prom, for once, everything seemed to be working out for her, she had been invited by a boy she liked, and after working in that awful fish and chip shop, after school and weekends, for months on end to save up enough money, she bought her dream dress. Do I need to tell you how the story ends”? Sarah said glaring at him.

He remembered the night, having done many things in his life he was ashamed of, that day in particular, was one of his biggest regrets, as he sat there angry at himself, he desperately tried to remember, why he had done those things that day, and came up blank, he just felt awful about it.

That day he had spent the afternoon partaking in some underage drinking and playing computer games around at Henry’s house, along with the rest of their gang of friends. And it just so happened that Monica’s date that evening, for the prom, was none other than Henry’s older brother Harry.

He couldn’t remember who came up with the idea, but after logging on to the computer and discovering Harry had left one of his social media accounts logged on, the boys had decided to have a little fun.

They photoshopped a pigs head on to a picture of Monica and posted it on Harry’s profile, tagged. “Princess piggy, oink, oink. Can you believe this fat pig really thought we were going to the prom together, guess she’s somehow, even more stupid than she is ugly”.

It got worse from there, not content with just posting the picture online, the drunken teens proceeded to print out so many copies, the printer ran out of ink, they then went out and stuck them all around their neighbourhood, and to really rub it in, all over the inside of Monica’s bedroom.

As you can imagine, coming home excited, after an afternoon getting her hair and nails done only to see all the posters plastered around her bedroom, before going online and seeing Harry’s post, broke her heart.

Tammy remembered her running out of the house in tears, never making it to prom, and seeing her again for years after that night, as he found out a few days later, she had moved in with Sarah.

“No please stop, I remember the night, I’m not proud of it”, Tammy said, hanging his head in shame.

“Not proud of it, “Sarah spat”, do you know what little heartbroken Monica did when she left the house? She swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and washed them down with a bottle of vodka”, Sarah distressed and very emotional reliving the memories, “ if she hadn’t have called me, well I don’t want to think about it, luckily, I got her to the hospital in time and they saved her”, she paused again and looked Tammy straight in the eyes, “ you asked me earlier, why I hate you? Is it a bit clearer now”?

“Oh my god, I didn’t know any of that Sarah, why didn’t anyone tell me? Please, I have to do something to make this right, I’m not that person anymore, the person who did those awful things disgusts me, I’ve changed, please, I need to find Monica and apologise to her, where is she”?

“She’s out tonight having fun, so leave her be, but don’t worry little sis, you can make it up to her tomorrow, we’ve got a real special day planned for you”.

What does Sarah have planned? Vote in the poll.

1. Make Tammy, live out the night Monica never got to all them years ago, as a prom princess.

2. Humiliate him in front of his old gang of friends.