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Beauty is only skin deep (part six)
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Hello, Tina. Tinas mom was beautiful. She had blonde hair, just like her, blue eyes, soft pale skin – lightly freckled, and the best damn legs youve ever seen. Her red pumps screamed watch out. Hows my most favorite girl in the whole wide world?
Tina screeched with happiness. Bette stayed distant. Had she told her mother she was now a *****? Bette wasnt going to ask.
Mom, how did you find me? I havent talked to you in ages. Tina felt guilty when she said it. Why hadnt she kept in touch with her mother all these years? Then she remembered. Oh, right. Because her mother had chose her twenty – seven year old boy toy over her father and basically the entire family. Still, Tina had an undying love for her, and it seemed nothing could break that bond between them.
Oh, I have my ways of looking people up. I can find just about anybody when I really want to. She gave a wink. Then she turned to address Bette. And who might this lovely lady be? Such beautiful skin!
Bette accepted her compliment, feeling too out of place to say much of anything. Thank you, Ms.? She hadnt been formally introduced.
Oh, God. Where are my manners? Tina stood up and presented her mother. Bette, this is my mother, Lillian. Mom, this is Bettemy girlfriend. Tina waited for her mothers reaction. She didnt know that her little girl was now chasing tail on the same team. She wasnt sure how she would take it.
Lovely to meet you, Bette. Lillian gently shook Bettes hand. Im glad my girls got friends. She was starting to make me worry there for a while. She eyed Tina bleakly. I would always say, Tina, youve got to get out more, make new friends, go party, have a good time! Lillian pulled up a chair. So, ladieswhats on the menu for today?
Tina and Bette both looked at one another.
Well, mom, Bette and I already ate. By the way, where are you staying?
Lillian crossed her legs, exposing her silky pantyhose. The Beverly Hills Hotel. She batted her eyelashes with pride.
Wow, Bette replied, that is a fantastic place to stay. How do you like it?
Oh, its to die for! Everything is absolutely spotless, and ooh you should see the shower heads. She gave a shiver.
Mom, Bette and I were going to walk to the park. Would you care to join us, maybe you can explain to me what youre doing in Los Angeles all of a sudden?
Tina knew it was harsh, but why would her mother just show up unannounced like this? It wasnt like her to do such a thing.
What? I cant come visit my little girl? I mean, youre pregnant for Gods sake! Did you think I wasnt interested in seeing the birth? Being there with you, holding your hand?
You want to be there at the birth? Mom, you havent called me in three years! And now you expect me to just pretend like it never happened. I cant believe this.
It was a mistake to come, I knew it. I should have never come. I should have called.
Calling would have been nice, but Im still glad you came. We just have a lot to catch up on, is all. Tina rose from her chair, giving Bette the eye signal for lets make a break for it. Mom, were going to go. When we get back home well call you at the hotel and make arrangements to meet for dinner, okay? Tina hoped it would make her mother happy. She was upset with all the things she had done to the family, all the ties she severed. But she would always love her, and care for her dearly. She wanted her in her life, badly. She wanted her to stay in her life, though. That was the problem.
Okay, honey. Ill be waiting for your call. It was a pleasure meeting you, Bette. She extended her hand once more.
Likewise. Im looking forward to hearing more about you, Lillian. Bette smiled, then picked up her purse.
Tina and Bette left Lillian at the Planet to fend for herself. After all, she was an independent woman.
***
Jenny? God damn it! Jenny? Taylor was having issues.
What? Oh, *****. Here, let me help you – The coffee grinder was on the fritz. If she had left Taylor alone with it one more minute, it would have eaten both her hands.
Better? Jenny adjusted the speed on the machine.
Much. So, would you like sugar or crmeor both?
A little of both would be nice. Jenny set out two bowls for cereal. Taylor, maybe you should call your parents, just to let them know youre okay. Jenny poured the cinnamon life and milk. She grabbed two large spoons. You know, so they wont worry.
Taylor was quiet. She added the grinds to the coffee mate. They dont care.
Why dont they care? Jenny shoved a mound of life into her mouth.
They just dont, okay? She stopped what she was doing, then started staring out the window.
Taylor? Taylor? Jenny had lost her. She walked up behind her, wrapping both arms tightly around her waist. Sometimes parents go through this, it happens to the best of us. But you shouldnt let it ruin your life. Its not your fault.
Taylor turned around to kiss Jenny on the cheek. She put her forehead to hers, their eyes gleaming in one anothers reflection. It is my fault, Jenny. When I told them I was *****, thats when they started fighting. I brought out the worst in them.
Ive only known you a few days, and I already can tell what a wonderful person you are. Jenny kissed Taylors hand.
It goes deeper. Things have been fucked up for way too long. My mom always told me that I looked like a boy, and I would never wear the dresses and other girly things she bought for me. My dad liked playing baseball with me when I was younger, but after a while he started to act weird, like I wasnt changing the way the other girls were. One time, when I was thirteen, he told me after little league practice that if I kept acting the way I was and wearing jeans and t-shirts that I would get called a *****. It was like he wanted me to flaunt my body or something. What dad wants his daughter to do that? At the time I didnt know what ***** meant, I just assumed it was something bad. I didnt change the way I dressed, but I started to hate myself. Now I dont have any desire, no drive, no passion. My life is worthless, and so am I. At least thats the way I feel.
Jenny lifted Taylors head up just an inch to meet her gaze yet again. Your life is not worthless, and you are not worthless either. You have to start believing that, or youll end up regretting it for the rest of your life. Jenny needed to start believing it too, for herself.
Taylor ran her fingers through her own head of short brown hair. I dont know how to be happy, Jenny. I dont even think I want to be. Its like misery is all I know. Its what Ive become. I can hardly get myself to look in the mirror. Sometimes I wonder if I was just meant to be a boy. Sometimes I think I was meant to be in a male body, like Im in the wrong one now. But I dont want to have to change my body to feel whole. I want to accept it as it is. I want to like myself, but then I dont. Its this ***** game I play in my head. I want to change, but I just cant do it. Not by myself. My parents cant help me this time, and Ive never done anything by myself.
Youve got me, and I am going to help you through this. I have some problems too, and I think we could help each other. What do you say?
Taylor looked at Jenny once more. She saw a gorgeous woman with eyes of fire, who had the soul of a Goddess, and a heart of a thousand lovers. Could she be the one? The one woman she was meant to share the rest of her life with? She was barely eighteen, but all her life shed wished that she would find that special girl. The one who held her when she was sad, the one who loved her for who she was, despite her numerous flaws. Lets do it. Lets help each other.
Okay.
They both sat down and ate their cereal, while the blue birds out side sang their morning song.
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I hope Tina’s mom isn’t up to “no good”. It was too cute how she thought they were just friends. I can’t wait until she breaks the news to mom that Bette’s her woman. This line was great: “saw a gorgeous woman with eyes of fire, who had the soul of a Goddess, and a heart of a thousand lovers.”
Please continue.