Galentine’s Day

By Patricia Allen

Valentine’s Day 2016 is just around the corner. But this story isn’t about Valentine’s Day, it’s about, if we were to follow other holiday’s example it would Valentine’s Eve, but again, we’re not. No, it’s Galentine’s Day. If you’re a Parks and Recreation fan, you know about Galentine’s Day.
If not, Galentine’s Day is February 13th. It's a day for women to party and celebrate being women. The typical invitation will specify “no boys allowed”.
In our tale, Conrad Johnson, Connie to his friends and family is an IT professional who works from home. He’s far from the typical urban husband. He doesn’t follow sports. Not the pro team; not the college teams. He doesn’t even know the names of most of the teams and couldn’t even tell you where they played. .
His wife is unusual as well. She’s a corporate vice president at 32. She has a circle of friends that are in well-paying jobs as well. Working from home, Connie cooks and does most of the domestic upkeep. When there are group events, he ends up with the women, exchanging recipes and talking about chick flicks they’ve seen. He’s the one to get the invite to a Tupperware party and he’s as likely to get a birthday card from one of them as his wife. One of her friends, their resident feminist, owns a party supply shop. She’s always sending out flyers to entice people to celebrate obscure holidays.
The latest mailing isn’t just a flyer; it’s an invitation a Galentine’s Day party... No Boys Allowed. Connie makes light of it and RSVPs.
Dear Trish,
I’m really sorry. I’ll have to decline your kind invitation to celebrate Galentine’s Day. I don’t have a thing to wear. LOL
XOXO
Connie
Connie thinks it’ll be funny to his wife and she is amused and teases him about it. A bet ensues as to whether or not the women in question will make an exception an allow him to attend if he can eschew masculinity for the day.
Well, if you read transgender fiction regularly it’ll come as no surprise that Connie loses the bet.
Come along as Connie navigates the troubled waters of transforming himself into a totally version of himself... the new Connie.
Then watch him struggle to overcome or accept what it’s done for him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patricia Allen
• Release date: Feb 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463662441

Patricia Allen

Far right wing Republican, fundamentalist Christian, cross-dresser, septuagenarian . I grew up in the Portland metro area. I've been a cross-dresser since age 9 and I'm happily married to the same woman for over 50 years who knows all about my cross-dressing.I write for me, as therapy. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I do writing them.

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Galentine’s Day

A Transgendered Novel

Galentine’s Day

By Patricia Marie Allen

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - An Invitation

Chapter 2 - Hoodwinked

Chapter 3 – Total Immersion

Chapter 4 – Training

Chapter 5 – Party Prep

Chapter 6 – Party Time

Chapter 7 – Morning After

Chapter 8 – The Talk

Chapter 9 – Back to Work

Chapter 10 – Additional Wardrobe

Chapter 11 – Root of the Problem

Chapter 12 – Time to Decide

Chapter 13 – Going Forward

Chapter 14 – Girl’s Night Out

Epilog – Life Goes On

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Galentine’s Day

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Chapter 1

An invitation

I guess you could say I’m not your typical suburban husband. I don’t follow sports. I don’t know but a few of the pro team names and I’m even less likely to know where they play; well with the exception of teams whose names include their city, like the Oakland A’s. Then the teams that are local. It’s not only the pro teams; I don’t follow college sports either. I know a few college names. After all, I was inundated with college flyers urging me to apply for admission. As far as mascots, I know the Oregon Ducks, my alma mater and their in state rivals OSU Beavers. But beyond those, I’m really fuzzy.

I’m in IT. I have an unusual job. I’m a Computer Security Specialist. I hack into protected computer systems. Mostly my own company’s equipment. You could say I’m in QA. But sometimes, while R & D is working on new stuff, I hack into our competitor’s customers so that I can relate the weaknesses to our sales staff. It’s a dangerous game. I’m skirting the computer crime laws. So I go through a series of VPN locations to hide where on the web I am, what country I’m in, and most of all just who I am. I’m kind of in a Mission Impossible catch 22. If I’m successful in exposing a weakness that we can capitalize on, I’m well rewarded. But if I’m caught, my company will disavow any knowledge of my activities.

I work from home. Our spare room is lined with computer toys for me. Some pretty powerful stuff. All of it is cutting edge and I’m always upgrading. Not all of it is mine. The newest of it belongs to the company. I get the right of first refusal on the used equipment when the company upgrades. Most of it I sell. There’s a reasonable market for used computers, especially of the caliber that we get. The average user can’t afford them new.

Another thing that makes me unusual is my name, Conrad, Connie to my friends and family. Yeah, I took a lot of crap in grade school and high school when they learned my nickname. Fortunately, by the time I reached college, it wasn’t such a big deal. The guys in my dorm got tired the girly jokes pretty quick, seeing as how I’d become pretty good at not letting it get to me by then. That and they discovered I could and would help with homework.

I married an unusual woman as well. She’s an over achiever working her way up the corporate ladder. A vice president at thirty-two; but don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not to the exception of her social life. She has several friends in the neighborhood. Women, who like her, contribute a major portion of the family income. They often get together on the weekends, sometimes in twos or threes, and sometimes as a group. Usually at one or the other’s homes. Another of my oddities is whenever it’s a couples’ event, I always end up chatting with the girls, sharing recipes and such while the other men talked sports and politics.

When Cathy hosts, I often end up included in the mix, because unlike the other husbands, I don’t have a man cave (unless you count my office; but that hardly qualifies as a man cave) nor do I commandeer the family room and turn on the current game. Instead, I’m quite willing to hang out on the deck or in our family room with the ladies. As a result, I’m as likely to get a birthday card from one of the women in the group as Cathy and I’m often invited along with Cathy for lunch engagements. If one of the women throws something like a Tupperware ® party, it’s me that gets the invite, since I’m the one who does most of the cooking.

Mostly, I wear shorts and polo shirts with sandals in the summer. In the cooler weather, I wear long pants and deck shoes. I only have one corporate uninform (suit) and only wear it when I have to do something formal. In the rare occasion I actually have to make an appearance in my employer’s brick and mortar, they all realize that us computer nerds don’t function well with a tie around our necks nor do we have the inclination worry about minor details like haircuts.

That brings me to the point of my little tale. Patricia Goldman is our resident feminist. She owns a party supply shop and when anyone has reason to throw a party, she’s our go to person. She sends all of us, me included, all sorts of fliers and ads on specials she runs. It’s really kind of a waste, because Cathy and I are both on her mailing list and we end up with two of everything. Ever reaching for new reasons for us to party, it comes as no surprise when we get mailings for holidays we’ve never heard of.

The latest made me laugh. Though this one wasn’t just a flyer, it was an invitation to