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The Boots  

Part – 9, Lawyer

When I got home Rebecca was already ready. I was floored how beautiful she was. Every time I would see her it seemed she became more beautiful to me. While her face and hair were perfect for the appointment, her clothes were not. She was wearing the jeans and a tee along with the pumps. She had also grabbed one of my purses, a gray one, and loaded Jim’s wallet and her makeup into it.

I took her to one of the upscale bouquets I know of in town and we shopped for a good hour. I would pick things out and she would go try them on. We settled on a couple outfits. One was a light cotton dress in a powder gray color; another thing we bought was a couple dressy pants and blouses. But for today’s meeting we decided on a light brown blazer with matching skirt, white silk blouse, and a drop pendant necklace.

Of course once we got that we had to buy matching shoes and a new purse. But hey I love shopping and it was no worry. It was funny Jim hated to window shop but Rebecca loved it. She had as much fun shopping as I did. We would have been late if I had not been keeping an eye out on the time.

At quarter to four we pulled up to the glass building. Even though it was your run of the mill office building it seemed imposing. We took the elevator to the seventh floor and to the offices of Sheller and Williams Associates. Before entering I squeezed Rebecca’s hand and asked if she wanted to do this.

“I do.” She said softly in reply before opening the door. I followed her into the waiting room. It seemed just like any other waiting room except the decor was a bit more upscale. Rebecca walked up to the receptionist and said silkily, “Rebecca Tucker to see Brad Sheller. I have an appointment.”

The woman didn’t give her a second glance, she replied “Please have a seat. I will inform Mr. Sheller that you are here.” As we moved to sit down she picked up the phone.

Having been in waiting rooms before I had expected to wait an hour or so but We had no more settled in then a middle-aged man came out to us. “Miss Tucker?” He asked looking between us.

Rebecca stood and said “I’m Rebecca Tucker” as she offered her hand. As I stood beside her she said, “This is Karen.”

As he shook my hand I smiled and said, “Pleased to meet you Mr. Sheller.”

“Let’s go into my office,” he said and led us into the lion’s den. His office was like any other imagined Lawyers office. A wall filled with law books and nick nacks. A huge oak desk with a pair of red leather wingback chairs sitting before it. He moved around behind the desk and sat down. Looking at Rebecca he said, “Now what can I do for you? You mentioned something about a legal name change when you made the appointment.”

Rebecca smiled slightly, “Yes Mr. Sheller.”

The lawyer broke in, “please call me Brad.”

“Of course Brad… As I was saying I would like to legally change my name.” She paused and then added, “From James Lee to Rebecca.”

The look on his face was priceless. I could see the dawning realization in his eyes. “What kind of joke is this?” He asked his face transforming from a look of shock to anger.

Rebecca dropped into using Jim’s voice, “No joke Brad. I wish to legally change my name to Rebecca to reflect my new lifestyle.” Rebecca opened her purse and pulled out Jim’s driver’s license and social security card. “I will need these changed as well as all my credit cards and bank accounts.”

“Do you have any idea the amount of work it takes?” Brad asked.

“Yes I do… and that is why we are here today.” Rebecca answered back in her voice.

The lawyer turned to me and said, “And what is your relationship to...” he paused before saying, “him.”

“I am his wife and stand behind his choice.” I stated calmly as I reached out and gave Rebecca’s hand a squeeze.

It took quite a while to convince him that we were serious and that if he did not take the case we would go else where. He even went as far as speaking to each of us alone to make sure the other was not being forced into anything. At last he agreed and had Rebecca sign some papers. He explained that with all probability our marriage would be annulled and that Rebecca would have to go before a judge. The marriage annulled part bothered me but I could live with it as long as Rebecca would stay with me.

He said that he would start the ball rolling and we would know something with in the next couple weeks. As we stood to leave he said, “Rebecca?”

When she turned he said, “You make a lovely woman.” The smile on my darlings face was something that I will always treasure. I had told her she is beautiful several times, but to hear it from someone else really helped.

The rest of the week was much calmer. After the last two weeks of ups and downs emotionally I was ready for some calmness. Rebecca and I still needed out talk but at least things were stable.

We fell into a stable routine, I would go to work while Rebecca spent the day cleaning and practicing her makeup and such. She would fix dinner and after we would spend the evening snuggling in front of the television. By Wednesday the packages started to arrive and we would play dress up in the evenings.

The corset did not arrive until Thursday evening. I have always believed that if you are going to get something get the best. Not the most expensive mind you but the best made. Each Ashfords corset was hand made to specifications. No one else came close to their level of quality.

Rebecca wanted me to put it on her and lace it up as tight as it would go, crushing her. But having worn corsets for quite a while I know that wearing one is like learning to walk in heels. You start little and work your way up. When I had placed it on her and had it laced to where it took in only a couple inches I stood back, “Let your body get used to this and then we can tighten it more,” I said with a smile.

Friday night on the way home from work I stopped and got a bottle of wine. After dinner Rebecca and I sat together on the couch sipping the wine. Instead of watching a movie I had put on some classical music and started a fire in the fireplace. Which I guess was better then starting a fire in the kitchen.

Rebecca knew something was up with the change in venue that night and once I was seated next to her asked “Is something is troubling you mistress?”

I looked into the fire and thought. It was time for us to have our talk but I was not sure how to start. “Rebecca, I have wanted to talk with you for a while and do not know how to start. So if I stumble a bit please forgive me.” I looked at her and saw her chin quiver and eyes misting up, “No love, nothing like that.” I took her hand in mine and squeezed it.

She squeezed in reply and nodded not saying anything.

“How long have you been alive?” I asked finally.

She looked at me, “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“You know the difference between a persona and a personality right? A persona is like a change of clothes, when I am here with you I am relaxed and myself. But, when I am at work I am professional and more distant from people. A personality does not change no matter where you are.” I said slowly as I worked out the thoughts. Looking into the fire as the sounds of Aaron Copeland swept over us I asked, “Are you a persona or a personality Rebecca?”

She squeezed my hand pulling my attention from the fire. When I looked at Rebecca she said, “I am who I am. There is nothing more to me then you see.”

“But I don’t understand, in two weeks time you have come from thin air to where you are now. You are everything that Jim was not.” I sipped my wine. “I made you. I know a fair amount of hypnosis and you are not possible. So it begs the question, how long have you been alive dear?” I was desperately afraid to find it was Jim running a game on me. I didn’t know how to test her. I had spent the week reading up on personas and personalities but did not find a “test” that would prove one or the other.

Rebecca stood and walked over towards the fireplace. Not looking at me she said softly, “My life has been a series of snapshots. A day here and a day there separated by darkness.” She turned and looked at me, “You asked how long I have been alive. I do not know, my earliest memories are of a bedroom in my late teens.” She walked over and gracefully kneeled on the floor before me, “I could read Jim’s memories but not control him. I could only come out when he allowed it, and stay till he pushed me back into the darkness.” She sipped her wine and then rested her leg against my legs.

“If he was so strong then my words would not have changed that. Why are you here now instead of him? And why are the two of you so different?” I asked wanting to understand as I stroked her hair.

She looked up, nuzzled my hand, and said with venom in her voice, “He is a vile self centered slug. I didn’t want to be anything like him.” She took a long breath and added, “I am here because of you.”

“How can that be? By your words Jim is much stronger then you are Rebecca.” I replied. She still had not answered my questions and I was starting to think seriously that Jim was running a game on me. Though for the life of me I could not imagine him ever dressing as she did and going in public.

“You gave me a name. Until then I was nameless. You made me, wanted me, and I found the strength to push Jim down. There was a weak point in his armor, he enjoyed dressing in silk and satin.” She looked up into my eyes, “Even knowing everything about how much Jim screwed you over. You still want me. ” A single tear rolled down her cheek, “For the love you show me, I would do anything for you. I would and did fight to banish Jim forever from inside my mind. I love you Karen. I want to be beside you forever.”

I leaned down and took Rebecca’s face in my hands. Kissing her tenderly I said, “I love you too Rebecca and want you with me forever also. I would ask you to marry me but we are already married, kind of.” I smiled at her and patted the couch beside me. “Come sit up here baby.”

Rebecca got up and snuggled next to me on the couch. I caressed her panties and said, “Have you thought about how far you want to go?”