Dr. Levi Levi's Memoir: Part 4

After a week spent digesting and preparing for the seminar, the time came. The dilapidated girls’ camp I had seen in my dream was now a beautiful boys’ camp, not that the campers knew this. Miss Fisher was there to assist me. I still did not know her first name. I had tried asking, but she remarked it was odd a German would want to know her Christian name, given the Teutonic reputation for formality, and I dropped the matter. Even though I looked at her paperwork, I still could not remember her first name. As well, in her notes she never recorded what she had said in these meetings and when I asked other people they could not recall what she had said or even what she looked like. Yet, I still considered her the best secretary at the Central Intelligence Agency since she was so trustworthy and discreet. She was very valuable to me.

On the morning of June 11, 1953, a Sabbath day, I arrived in the hallowed cul-de-sac with Miss Fisher and a rented bus. My pantheon of Spartan Housewives, from One to Twelve, got on the vehicle with their luggage, ready to depart for a month. Six, already an accomplished butch before I helped him bridge the gap between butch and man, insisted on chauffeuring us, since he was a driver during his time in the Women’s Auxiliary Corp and before that as a taxi car driver in Reno. He did an excellent job, though Five kept wanting us to stop so they could take pictures. We arrived at the camp in the evening, having stopped for lunch and various other breaks. I gathered the Housewives around the campfire and told them all to tell me one sentence to describe themselves, along with their favorite color. Miss Fisher recorded these conversations.

The next morning was Sunday, and I did matters in the Christian way, and told them they could all rest on this day of the week. Sundays would also be the days when I would give a lecture on their mental hygiene. My first lecture was a personal best. I have lost the notes to the other three lectures. I continued the practice from Saturday night, where every morning, I asked the Housewives to tell me one truth in answer to my question. Monday is when our week began.

I interviewed each Housewife, two per day, six days a week for two weeks. I closed the gaps in my general knowledge of their background and I asked pointed questions about their psycho-sexual development. I did not use hypnosis, drugs, or magic, I just let them tell me what they wanted me to know. For the next two week I used hypnosis on them and asked them the same questions. In the first interview, they told me what they wanted to tell me, in the second interview they told me the truth. In cases where the truth was buried too deeply, I could only reach what they thought was the truth. When I finished gathering the information I needed, I conditioned them to see the masculinizing effects of testosterone as beneficial and not alarming at all. Eventually, as they became more masculine in body, they would present more masculine in the social sphere; though as gradually as the effects of testosterone and not all at once.

I learned many things about each Housewife during these two weeks, and I could write pages upon pages on their fascinating background, but I will instead summarize what I learned in my first set of interviews in the following twelve paragraphs.

One was born on a dairy farm near Milwaukee on September 21, 1915. His father was a second generation Swedish-American dairy farmer who married One’s mother, a newly-arrived German immigrant who worked in a downtown Milwaukee bakery. One’s father was a Lutheran before he married, but he was convinced to convert to Catholicism after the mother told him the Catholics acknowledged as truth that some people were better than others. As well, One’s mother claimed that Martin Luther only started the church in order to “carry on” with a nun.^[1] During our time together, One has made many attempts to convert me to Catholicism, but failed. One had a sister named Mary, who was ten years older than her. When One was thirteen years old and had just played Peter Pan in the Catholic girls’ school play, his sister escorted him home when they were attacked by a werewolf. One escaped, but a week later he had to shoot his sister. After that, the family moved to Los Angeles, where they started up an ice cream parlor. Along with the dead sister, the subject had a younger brother named Edward, who was deemed an idiot and sent to an institution. One had no clue to his ultimate fate and has barely discussed Edward with me. I have learned more about Edward from my own research than I ever learned from One. One is entirely obsessed with his dead sister Mary.

Two was born in a caravan in Sarasota, in the last minutes of Halloween in 1922, with her twin Paul being born in the first minutes of November 1. His father was the ringmaster for The Double LL Circus and his mother was a former Bearded Lady. He has two older brothers and two older sisters, all who were much older than the twins. Two has never been close to his siblings other than his twin, who he considers to be his Second Banana.^[2] Since Two was both a Clown and a Gypsy (or Romani, as they are also known), he was obligated not to be sincere and truthful in his answers. However, I did get the truth out of him.

Three was born in Rhode Island on Armistice Day, 1923. His mother ran a boarding house and his father was a sailor, and they had five children, with Three being the eldest. They were Irish Catholic, and Three grew up with the stories of all the martyred saints along with his beloved uncle’s tales of the Great War. When Three was thirteen, his father died at sea to a sea serpent. His mother then married an Elder in the Jellied Watchers, that strange faith that believes in the Ancient Gods from H.P. Lovecraft, hated by Hitler as he hated the Jews.^[3] Three’s family moved to Boston. There, Three’s mother ran a small hotel. Three later got a scholarship to Radcliffe, where he had a concentration in English. After he ended up in trouble with his teaching fellow in a Political Science class, he dropped out of college, re-converted to Catholicism, and married that teaching fellow. The teaching fellow went on to become a full professor.

Four was born to a Kansas City police officer in 1924, seventeen years before the attack on Pearl Harbor. His father became the police commissioner and Four spoke highly of his father’s honor and integrity. Though, by all accounts, he was a corrupt Pendergast Machine patron.^[4] Four has no siblings. As a child, Four was fascinated by Greek and Roman history. This changed when he was sixteen years old, and according to him, she saw a production of Madam Butterfly and was moved by the beauty of Japanese culture. It had been ages since he saw it and he described the plot of that opera to me as Pinkerton was condemned to death for flirting with every woman in Nagasaki, but he could escape if he marries Cio-Cio-San, so I think he was confused. Nevertheless, from then on, Four was obsessed with Japan. Though he majored in the Classics in college, he took many classes on Oriental history and culture too. When the United States occupied Japan, he went over to serve as a secretary. He confessed to me that he fell in love with a Japanese man and consummated his attraction. Soon afterward, members of a far-right nationalist cell approached Four and blackmailed him with the evidence of this affair into giving them the intelligence that the U.S. Army had collected on them. Four’s boss discovered this, but had pity on the young girl and suggested Four marry him and, in return, he would cover up the matter. Four trusted me with this information, since he saw I was an honorable man.

Five was born on the same day as the Battle of Gallipoli, in Connecticut, to a wealthy doctor and his feminist wife. Five’s family had been members of the Society of Friends ever since the sect was founded. How fitting that he joined my experiment, given that Public Universal Friend was a Quaker too. ^[5] Five has one older brother, two younger brother, and two younger sisters, and most precious to Five was his twin brother Jimmy. When the two were thirteen years old and visiting New York City, Jimmy died from self-induced blood loss after slitting his wrists with what Five claims was a ceremonial knife. Five argued with his mother over whether it was suicide or not. They were on the out by the time I met Five, though Five claimed he had a great relationship with her. In the Second World War, Five worked as a photo-journalist. It was there he met his future husband, who served in the Australian Army. They vowed to marry each other if they survived the war. And so, in 1946, they married.

Six was born on Valentine’s Day in 1913, on a horse and carrot farm in Colorado. His father was a member of the mainstream Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.^[6] They lived in a community that included many Japanese farmers, though Six’s father hated them. When Six was fourteen, he was forcibly married to a friend of his father. When he was nineteen years old, his friend Loretta “Lou” Sims helped him escape and divorce his older husband. Six worked as a taxi car driver. And when the Women’s Auxiliary Corp was created, he immediately signed up. He met his husband while working on the Manhattan Project as a base driver. After WWII, they started a divorce ranch in Reno. During our conversations, Six tried to hide that he was a Butch lesbian, but it was obvious even before I used hypnosis.

Seven was born on the Feast of the Annunciation in Rome, Italy, to an Italkim (Roman Jewish) family. He suffered an illness as an infant, so the family’s Catholic maid baptized him. When he recovered, the maid revealed this, so the Catholic Church took the baby out of this Jewish home and arranged for the maid’s childless sister to adopt him. The sister’s husband was not happy about this, but he did not reveal the secret to his new adoptive daughter. When Seven was sixteen, he entered a convent to become a nun. It was then he discovered his heritage and befriended one of his male Jewish cousins. When the Nazis took over Italy, Seven barely escaped the Holocaust, but his cousin was not so lucky.^[7] The Allies liberated Italy, and when Seven’s future husband was injured in the war, he ended up in the hospital where Seven worked. Seven’s husband fell in love and Seven decided to leave the convent to marry this American. They moved to America and the husband started an auto repair shop. Unfortunately, Seven developed a gambling addiction. Fortunately, he was looking to me for a cure, which I provided.

Eight was born on what would become National Beer Day, in 1922, in Galveston, Texas. He was the only child of a speakeasy owner of mixed white, black, and Indian heritage and her white, married oil baron lover. Eight learned he was considered black by society when he took ballet classes in Houston and his half-sister recognized him and outed him to the rest of the class. When Eight was sixteen years old, his mother died in what was ruled an accidental overdose of heroin, but he suspected she was murdered by the Mafia. The Mafia soon took over the bar and all of his mother’s assets, leaving Eight with only enough to pay for the funeral and buy a bus ticket to Florida, with nothing from his also recently-deceased biological father to help him. Eight worked at Hidden Cove Inn as a white woman, befriending another “passing” black bartender. It was there he met his future husband, a stern Naval officer. Eight was quite open about his heritage and his sexuality to me. I considered telling him the truth about my own heritage, but I believed it was not yet time. I did not inform him until an entire year had passed.

Nine was born in a coal-mining town in West Virginia on what would become Malcolm X Day, 1923. He was the only child of a Satanist preacher, with his mother being sacrificed when he was young.^[8] His father had big goals for his only child, but Nine rebelled at every turn, preferring the company of black people to white people. When Nine could, he moved from West Virginia to Washington DC to live with his disinherited aunt and the failed Afro-American writer she married. Nine worked as a waitress in many black-owned restaurants, however his presence as a white woman caused trouble. Eventually, he gained work at his future husband’s Greek diner. Nine married his boss and settled down to have his children. Yet inside, he was a wild child who could not be contained. I helped open his cage.

Ten was born on June 26, 1920, in Washington DC. He was the youngest child after his seven older brothers. His mother ran away from home when he was a toddler. When he was sixteen, his father and seven brothers died of carbon monoxide poisoning while Ten was away from their apartment. He then went to live with a widowed aunt. He had no memory of his life until that point and hypnosis would not reveal it to me. I knew I needed to do more extensive hypnosis to figure out the truth, but I did not have the time and energy at that moment. When I did find the truth, it was very shocking; but that is a story for later.

Eleven was born on July 8, 1919, to an Ashkenazi family that perished in the Russian Civil War. At age six, he was adopted, along with his future husband and spy partner, by a young Russian widow who worked as an agricultural official in the Ukraine. He was a chess prodigy, while his brother/future husband was a ballet prodigy. When the war came, Eleven wanted to be a sniper. But he did not have the skills for it, since his adoptive mother loved him too much.^[9] After the war, he tried to make it as a professional chess player, but could not stand the sexism. It was then that Erzsébet Erzsébetzy, or Vörös Betti as she is more commonly known, recruited Eleven into the KGB. I did not know any of this until I used hypnosis, though I already suspected her Anne of Green Gables stories were false.

Twelve was born August 21, 1928, a day that forever should have great importance, in New York City. Prior to their marriage, his father was an actor and his mother was a Finnish immigrant who was pretending to be Jewish to get a seamstress position at the Yiddish theater. She then converted to Judaism for real when she married Twelve’s father. Twelve has two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. Twelve’s father tried to start a Jewish deli several times during the 1930s, but the Great Depression got in the way. Twelve’s father had a powerful grandfather, but that man refused to help his grandson. Since Twelve’s father was disillusioned with Judaism, Twelve’s family converted to Lutheranism. As an adolescent, Twelve had problems in school after he admitted to his new popular best friend that he participated in mutual masturbation with her ex-boyfriend. The friendship soured and she turned on him and he ended up in a psychiatric hospital with depression for a time. It was then the Asperger Army contacted him, though I did not learn this until later, nor the identity of his famous Zayde.

The two weeks I spent learning about these twelve mensches was so fulfilling. Though some have suspected that I used this occasion to take criminal advantage of these beautiful Housewives, I assure you I never did. ^[10]