While traveling recently I watched a beautiful Flight Attendant moving about the cabin of the Airbus and devised a plot to remember her by. All of the characters are fictional as is the action.
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The Flyer
The Airbus taxied to the small terminal with about thirty passengers aboard. I had completed the prelanding checks and was belted into the jump seat looking right at her. The only first class passenger had been flirting with me for the past three hours and though we'd spoken for several moments. I was attracted to her but I was working. She looked at me now and smiled but I'd looked away. The plane had developed what Captain Samuel said was a minor emergency and we'd been directed to this private landing strip in the middle of Iowa. I looked out the left window on the door and saw cornfields as far as I could see. As the plane rotated the fields continued in all directions.
The Captain had announced the delay to the cabin prior to descending. He'd said there was no other spot to address the repairs. He had estimated the delay would be about an hour. The sun was near the horizon and the corn tassels shimmered as I felt the soft stop.
I arose and looked below and I saw the mechanics standing at the ready. I had to prepare the exiting and settle these slightly miffed passengers in the private terminal. This was refueling spot for corporate jets but this evening it appeared quiet.
"Ladies and gentlemen please remain seated while I quickly review the terminal conditions. You may use for personal electronic devices. The airline has assured the Captain that the accommodations here are first class but we've never been re-routed to this airfield. A few moments please."
As I pulled the heavy door aside I had to turn and I smiled at her again. I saw her dress hem was higher and revealed those long legs, those beautiful legs again. She was discreet but clear in her desires but I had work to do.
The stairway had been pushed to the doorway and secured and the three mechanics watched me climb down the fifteen steel steps carefully. Their eyes were on my skirt as my heels banged on each step announcing my arrival.
The tallest man, unshaven with dirty hands, tilted his head indicating the door twenty yards away. He walked with me and opened the terminal door with a rag to prevent his soiling the knob.
"We turned on the systems for your group about twenty-five minutes ago Miss. It should be comfortable now. There is a private room for the first class passengers. It's marked VIP. The others will feel very comfortable with the open bar and the lounge seating. We'll do our best to get you back in the air."
Once we were inside I looked about and saw that the seats were first-class airline seats fully able to recline. Each of the three flat-screens were tuned to a different financial channel and a movie. The air was comfortable but the sunlight glared.
"The support person will be here in about, oh, here he is." The door had swung open again.
Seeing Jon caused me to relax. We had spoken while taxiing. I wouldn't have to be the sole caretaker over the next few hours.
"Hello Heather, my name is Jon. I'll pull the solar shades." He went to the windows as I checked the restrooms.
Jon returned and said, "You can escort the group to the Lounge now. I was told they can bring their overhead bags only since the repairs should be completed within ninety-minutes okay?"
I hoped he was properly informed but when I returned to the cabin I suggested that the duration could be as much as three hours.
"Can't I stay aboard?" one of the quiet male passengers requested.
"I'm certain that is not allowed due to insurance conditions sir. Please grab your bags everyone. Watch your step please."
She waited until the last of the others went ahead of her.
"You're coming with me correct Heather? I want you to show me the lounge the Captain mentioned." Her blouse appeared a bit looser when she stood near me and her lips were stained a deep red. She must have touched up her face while I was in the terminal.
Just then the cockpit door opened and Jason Samuel stood beside me.
"Ms. Heather will be happy to help you Ms. Norton."
He was a great pilot having nearly thirty-one hundred hours with this type of airframe. At twenty-nine he was young for the first chair. He was a beautiful man and I had been in lust with him since we'd met nine weeks ago. Fit and handsome I watched as he studied Ms. Norton's body and smiling eyes. I could tell he wanted this woman but he would have to remain on-board.
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When I'd returned from College a year ago I had surprised my mother Susan. I'd chosen to study in Oregon and we hadn't seen each other in nearly nine months since our home was outside Boston. While on my own I had finally found a way to acquire what I'd asked for several years ago. With the help of my student advisor I had changed my name. The medical advocate had supplied my hormones and I was becoming a woman.
Susan was aware of my goal but she'd felt I needed to remain a boy until I'd finished at least several years of college. She had allowed me to dress as a girl around the house since I was a teenager and several of her close girlfriends knew of my desire to live as a woman. Their support caused us to fight the last night before I'd flown west.
Missy, mom's lover had been trying to help, "Susan you really are an old school dike," she said the afternoon before my flight west.
"She looks lovely as a girl and the name Harold just does suit her." I was standing in the kitchen in a skirt and flats. My hair was down and my face clean with only a nude tone on my lips.
Mom and Missy lived together and Missy had been on my side for most of that year. She had, with Susan's approval, helped me with my poise and posture and taken me shopping to fill my wardrobe.
Mom wasn't moved, "He'll have to wait. My opinion still matters Missy."
Only after my graduation did mom allow me to dress fulltime. At the end of May though she'd taken me to have my ears pierced. Then I was surprised in mid-June when she had hired a voice coach for me.
The summer before I went west was sad and amazing. I could see the altered behavior and hear my voice changing each week yet mom resisted. I'd begun to wear a training bra though she thought I was silly. Missy had made the suggestion.
The day after graduation she'd dropped a bag on my desk, "I remember the affect putting my first one on had. I think you may find this comforting."
As the weeks past mom just dealt with my changes but was resolute.
"Harold you have been accepted as a male not as a transgender student."
We left it as a point of contention when we hugged at the airport. I'd decided to limit my telephone calls back home those first several months.
When we met again at the airport after my first year away she immediately noticed that my dress, breasts and hair were different. The hormones had taken time but my chest was now a thirty-four B cup. Well maybe between a B and an A. I had a new hairstyle since I hadn't chopped my hair like a boy in over two years. The blonde softly highlighted long locks were simply parted in the middle. I typically wore it up in a ponytail but I wanted to shock my mother so I'd had it done perfectly before the flight.
Missy had known of all of my changes but suggested that she would stay home and therefore she would allow my mother to see the woman I had become. I saw mom as I stepped off the ramp towing two small cases and walking toward her in my stacked three-inch heels. I stopped right in front of her before she recognized me.
"My gosh Harold this is a surprise," we kissed and she smelled my perfume. "I'll bet Missy has been sending you funds. The Chanel is not inexpensive."
