Family Matters

by

Linda de Burge

 1.

What it was that drew him to their bedroom he did not know but it was probably insecurity and perhaps, at ten years of age, he should not have been left alone. It was just that his parents thought he was old enough and he never complained. They went out at least twice a week to visit friends or to a party or dinner somewhere. They always made sure he was tucked up in bed before they left and they always left a light on and a telephone number. And sometimes he slept. But often he did not, not immediately anyway, and on those nights he would find himself out of bed, standing at the door. He would switch the light on and enter and stroll around. Mostly he found himself at his mother’s dressing table, fingering her lipsticks, opening the tubes, smelling the cosmetic perfume and taking the lid off a compact of powder and doing the same. And sometimes opening her top drawers and taking out a pair of her panties and holding them to his face, the soft silkiness soothing. Or her stockings, marvelling at the gauzy sheerness of the fabric. Or other little unmentionables, the purpose of which he knew not. Or the wardrobe where her dresses hung just to gaze at her considerable collection. And sometimes his father’s wardrobe which was not as appealing or interesting.

Except once his father’s wardrobe became interesting. Aimlessly he pulled out drawers which he had not done before. The top drawer contained underpants and vests, not as nice as his mother’s. The second drawer contained T shirts and the third a few pairs of folded cotton pants. The second bottom drawer contained...some things of his mother’s. How strange, he thought. He stood staring. He reached in and took a pair of panties, soft, silky and...larger in size. He let them unfold and stared. He took them across the room and liberated a pair of his mother’s panties and compared them. They were at least a size larger. He returned to his father’s drawer. Their were two pairs of panties in there, two folded silky slips, and two bras. He took out a bra. It was padded with some soft foam, built in. He took it to his mother’s drawer and compared sizes again. One was a 34A and the other a 36B. How strange. He replaced the bras and checked to see that the items appeared to be in the same place and opened the bottom drawer. It was full of stockings and a thing he knew to be a girdle, made of elastic, for holding up stockings. And a garter belt.

He wondered about these things. What were they doing in his father’s drawers separated from the rest? He thought of something then and went to the hanging space in his mother’s wardrobe where there were a number of dresses hanging at one end which were longer than the others. He took out one of the shorter dresses and checked the size. Size 10. Another. Size 10. He took out one of the longer dresses. Size 14. Another. Size 14. Someone wore these dresses, those underclothes, who was bigger than his mother.

On the floor of the wardrobe were rows of shoes and he began to compare; All his mother’s shoes were a size 8A. But at the back, six pairs, all size 10B. Whose clothes were these?

He closed the wardrobe door and turned out the light and returned to his bed. He was much too preoccupied now to be afraid. He began to suspect but the idea was too strange to contemplate except...He thought and thought. When his parents went out his father always went to the bedroom to change first. And only his mother kissed him goodnight later. He heard them leave but he never saw them. Could it be, he wondered? And why? Was it even possible?

The next time they were going out they were so long preparing he was asleep even before his mother came in to say goodnight. The time after he fought against sleep.

"Goodnight, baby," his mother cooed, her perfume heady, her lips cool on his cheek.

"Goodnight Mommy."

He waited. He strained and heard them at the front door and, heart pounding, he slipped quickly from his bed and barefooted silently to the window of his parent’s room which overlooked the driveway. His mother was at the front door of the car unlocking it. The other figure, back to him, was definitely a woman...or dressed as a woman and it simply had to be his father. He continued to watch as "she’ slid into the passenger’s seat and the car drove away.

If he needed confirmation he got it when he checked his father’s second bottom drawer. On his previous investigation one of the bras was pink and the other, white. Tonight the white bra was gone and, in its place, a black one. His father was not wearing black tonight because there was also a black of panties and a black slip in the drawer. And one of the dresses which he had seen was missing. And a black pair of high heels, not there previously, lay on the floor at the bottom of the wardrobe.

He went back to his bed to contemplate this strange turn of events. He found he was not really shocked or disgusted. His father was a nice man and a nice father and he loved him very much. He figured if he liked to do this it was okay. It was even interesting.

Over the next few weeks he spied upon his parent’s departure many times. Six times out of eight his father was wearing female clothes. His father wore dresses and high heels and pretty underwear just like his mother’s. It was astonishing but it was also...fascinating. In time he knew what his father was wearing that night by what was missing from the wardrobe. He always checked. Then one night he found the answer to a mystery which had not even occurred to him. On the top shelf of his father’s wardrobe were two cardboard boxes. He took one down and opened it and it contained a blonde wig. Of course. His father had short hair. He would have to wear a wig. It was no surprise that the second box was empty. Also on the top shelf was a smaller box which contained various items of jewellery.

He took the wig from its box and fitted it, very carefully, to his head and went to take a look in the mirror. The effect was startling. He could only see head and shoulders but he looked like a girl. He thought to go to the full length mirror inside the wardrobe door but he didn’t. He was not really keen to see a girl’s head on a boy’s body.

Over the weeks which became months, he began to feel left out of some family thing. Ostracised almost. Their secret made him feel alienated. He decided on a course of action which might rectify this, feeling sure his father could not really be angry with him. He wrote him a letter.

Dear Dad (he wrote),

I know you like to wear girl’s clothes. I found them and I’ve seen you. I don't mind. It’s okay with me. You could even do it at home, couldn’t you, if you knew I didn’t mind and wouldn’t tell anyone. Which I wont.

Your loving son,

Danny

 

He left the letter under his father’s breakfast plate when he went to school that morning.

 

 

2.

 Warren Marks read the letter when came in for breakfast. For a moment he was distressed and then, philosophical. When his wife came in from the kitchen to join his he passed her the letter.

"He knows," he said.

Patsy Marks read the letter and blushed a little at the knowledge that their son knew more about them than they had thus far cared to reveal.

"Well," she said, placing the letter on the table and sitting. "We planned to tell him someday didn’t we?"

"I’d rather we told him than he found out accidentally," his father said. "But there it is. We’ll have to have a little chat tonight."

"It opens the door for you doesn’t it. He even says so."

"That’ll be nice," Warren said with a smile.

"Yes it will...Wendy."

Danny arrived home from school around 4.30 and was a little taken aback when his mother made no mention of the letter. He wondered at first if his father had shown it to her. But later, when she was preparing their dinner and he had come down from doing his homework she said:

"Daddy will be home soon. He wants to have a little chat with you about your letter."

For a moment alarm bells sounded. "He’s not mad is he?"

"No, no not at all. I think he’s glad you know. He’s hated keeping it a secret."

"Oh okay," Danny said, relieved.

His father didn’t mention it either until after they had eaten.

"No television tonight Danny," he said. "We three need to talk. We’ll help your mother clear away and then go into the family room."

"I wont ask how you found out," Warren began later, "because it doesn’t matter. But you deserve an explanation. I’ve been wearing girl’s clothes since I was just a little older than you. I don’t completely know why I do it but it gives me great satisfaction and relief from the pressures of work and daily life. I love doing it. My parents knew because they caught me one day. They were very understanding and helpful. I told your mother about it soon after we met and she has been completely supportive right through. We’ve been keeping it a secret from you for the past few years because we thought we should wait until you were old enough to understand."

"I do understand I think," Danny said.

"There’s a lot of the feminine in all boys and men, Danny," his mother said. "Some like to express it outwardly."

"I can follow that," the boy said. "Girls wear pants and jeans and stuff."

"Yes exactly. Actually do you remember your Aunt Wendy? She used to come and visit with us quite often until you were about six. That was your dad.’

Danny looked at his father. "That was you?"

"Uh huh."

"I often wondered what happened to Aunt Wendy. I used to like her."

"Then I hope you’ll like her again."

"Oh I will. You shouldn’t have hidden her away from me."

"Perhaps not," his father said. "Perhaps Aunt Wendy should have just kept right on visiting all this time and not hidden away in the dark."

"Daddy where do you go when you go out at night?"

"We go to movies, to dinner, to a party sometimes, just like we told you. We have some friends who know. Other crossdressers like me."

"Oh," Danny was silent for a moment. He had picked up on the words ‘other crossdressers’. Now he had a word for it. "And when you go out, people don’t...know." He was looking at his father and seeing only the man.

"No sweetie," his father smiled. "I might be a bigger than average lady but I’m a lady I can assure you."

Sweetie? His father called him sweetie?

"No one would ever know, darling," Patsy added. "As I guess you will see." She looked at her husband. "Does the lovely Aunt Wendy plan to pay a visit tonight?"

"Oh well! I guess she should. If no one minds."

"Who’s to mind? Go and do it."

When he left the room Patsy asked; "How did you find out Danny?"

The boy blushed. "Well when you were out sometimes and I couldn’t sleep I used to go to your room and look at your stuff and smell your perfumes and things. It was like you were still here with me. And one night I found Daddy’s...underwear and then his dresses and things. I kind of figured it out. I used to watch you leaving from your window."

"You used to get into my underwear drawer too. I thought some things were moved around. Did you ever wear any of them Danny?

"No I swear."

"Did you think about it even?"

"Well...yes I did. After I found out about Dad I was interested in what it would be like." He lowered his eyes. "I guess I’m still interested."

"Danny you must never be afraid or ashamed. It’s not a sin. Look at your Dad. He’s a lovely man, caring and sensitive and quite feminine in many ways. If he was your role model you could do a lot worse. If you ever feel the urge or the need you just tell us. We can accommodate it."

Danny looked at her from beneath long, androgynous eye lashed. "Well..."he began and hesitated.

"You do want to don’t you?"

"Well, yes."

"Okay we’ll fix it. For an experiment some of my things will fit you. We’ll see this weekend. Find out how you feel."

At that moment his father re-entered the room and Danny looked at him and could scarcely believe his eyes. The clothes he knew well. The simple black dress and high heels and beneath it he assumed the black bra, garter belt, panties and slip. The dark blonde wig, the jewellery. Danny thought his father was probably beautiful and in that moment he knew why he did this thing and why he wanted to do it too. With extraordinary presence of mind for a young boy he stood up.

"Aunt Wendy! It’s so nice to see you again."

Wendy put her arms out and Danny was happy to be enfolded in them. "It was just beautiful of you to say that Danny." Danny took in the feminine perfume, the press of the breasts. This is as near as it gets to being a woman, he thought.

"Come and sit down you two," Patsy said. "There’s a little more to discuss yet."

Patsy told him then about the social group they attended. Other crossdressers, about 150 of them, who got together once a month and sometimes on other occasions. She explained in some detail the difference between crossdressers and transsexuals and about being gay or straight. Danny listened carefully, taking it all in.

"Are there any young ones?" He asked finally.

"Yes. You have to be fifteen to join but we have quite a few about that age." Aunt Wendy smiled. "They’re very pretty."

"Stop that Wendy," Patsy chided. "While you were changing Danny told me he’d like to try it. I’ve offered him the opportunity on the weekend and I’ll lend him some of my things."

Wendy leaned forward in the chair. "Darling you mustn’t do this just because I do. You have to want to do it and enjoy. It has to be a part of your life."

"I just want to fine out Da...Aunt Wendy." But in fact he already knew. In fact he could not wait until the weekend.

 

In bed that night Patsy and Wendy discussed the situation.

"How do you think he’ll react?" Patsy asked.

"I’m sure you know the answer to that question. He’s pretty enough. He’ll love it I’m sure. He’s very lucky to be surrounded by family who’ll support him."

"Would you tell your parents?"

"Sure. Why not? They handled me okay." He laughed. "I think my Mom would enjoy having an occasional grand daughter."

"I imagine," Patsy said with a wry grin, "we’ll see a lot more of Wendy - Aunt Wendy?"

"Is that a problem?"

"Of course not. You know that.’

"I know. And I love you for it. I saw a new dress in Beard’s today. I’m thinking of buying it."

"One for you, one for me you know."

"And maybe one for Danny."

"Probably."

 

Danny had been of the impression that his father became Aunt Wendy only once or twice a week. He was wrong. Aunt Wendy appeared for dinner on each night of the week following the "chat". And on Saturday morning, surprise, surprise, she turned up for breakfast. Clearly there were things Danny had not discovered in his wanderings because she was wearing a loose fitting white T shirt, a short denim skirt and low heeled sandals. At five feet nine and around 150 pounds she was a "big girl" but not so big as to attract undue attention. Danny knew his father was 34 years of age but as a woman he looked younger. This morning he was wearing the shorter of the two blonde wigs cut in a bob style. Danny thought he looked...cute.

Sitting at the breakfast table Danny thought his parents looked more like sisters, than husband and wife.

"Aunt Wendy," he began to ask, "if you could wear...those clothes all the time, would you?"

"I don’t know Danny. I have to work so I can’t even think..."

"Of course she would," Patsy interrupted. "Be truthful Wendy." She turned to Danny. "We’ve talked about it often enough. Aunt Wendy would love to be a full time lady."

"Would that be okay with you Mom?"

"Of course. You’re Aunt Wendy is a very nice lady Danny. I like her very much."

Wendy put her hand over Patsy’s and gave her a smile of gratitude. Danny noticed for the first time she was wearing nail polish. And rings. And bracelets.

"By the way Danny," Patsy went on, "we have to do the Saturday marketing this morning. We’ll get you...organised as soon as we get home."

His father was going to the supermarket dressed as a woman. How exciting, he thought. "Can I come?" He said.

Patsy shrugged. "Sure if you want. This’ll be a first."

Really, he was there to observe. He wanted to know how Aunt Wendy handled herself in public. But in the event it was just so routine. They were just another pair of women buying the weekly stores. He was impressed with how confident and comfortable his father was in this unusual scenario.

"I need some additional underwear," his father remarked at one point and Danny went with him while he casually picked out half a dozen pairs of panties, two bras and two nighties. It had never occurred to Danny that his father might sleep in female clothes. Now he knew.

When they paid at the checkout Danny noticed that the credit card his father used said: "Wendy Marks"

On the way home in the car he commented. "Aunt Wendy I see you have a credit card in your name."

"You’re very observant aren’t you? It’s a supplementary card to my main account. It’s not hard to arrange. I guess you’re ready for your big experiment Danny?"

"Oh yes," Danny said, quietly.

 

 

3.

When Danny saw himself for the first time as a girl he was very impressed and especially since the outfit was such a compromise. Even his mother’s clothes were still too big for him. He was wearing a short sleeved, flowered silk blouse and a short beige skirt with a bra which had to be pinned and padded, panties and flat sandals. On his head, his father’s second wig which was too old a style for him and with just a small amount of make up. Still, he looked like a girl and he was wise enough to know that with the right clothes he would look at least as good as the girls at school.

"What do you think?" Patsy asked.

"Oh I like it alright," he said.

"Yes we rather thought you might. Well we’d better go and show your fa...Aunt Wendy."

Patsy knew immediately that Wendy was a little disappointed. But she was full of compliments nonetheless. But as soon as she had Patsy alone for a moment she said, "Those clothes don’t quite work do they?"

"Not exactly. She’s still too small."

"I’ll have to buy her at least a dress and some hair."

"We can’t really afford much."

"I know. We can try the second hand clothing places."

"My son...daughter, is not wearing second hand clothes. You wouldn’t."

"We’ll find a way."

Even as they were discussing it ‘a way’ came to the front door. The bells chimed and Danny felt a pang of fear.

"It’s just Grandma," Wendy said, heading for the door.

"Will she mind?" Danny asked.

"Of course not."

"Oh Wendy," Pamela Marks said to her son. "Lovely to see you. You look cute and fresh."

"Thank you Mother," Wendy said. "Come in."

The older woman, fifty five, plumpish but still stylish, entered the living room and spied Danny.

"And who’s this? Don’t tell me. This is Dani with an ‘I’. Come and give Grandma a hug, darling."

A little coyly, Dani with an ‘I’, crossed the room and was enfolded to the ample bosom of his father’s mother. She held him back at arm’s length.

"My you look cute. Wendy told me I might meet you today." She turned to Wendy and in the manner of outspoken elders she said" "But Wendy, this hair style, darling. It’s hardly suitable for a twelve year old."

"She’s ten Mother. And we know that. We can’t afford..."

Pamela turned back to Dani. "Well I can. And anyway she looks older than ten. She doesn’t have to wear hand-me-downs." To Dani. "Darling I’ll buy you some things of your own. Lovely young teen fashions. Oh it’s so lovely to have a grand daughter to pamper."

"But Mother..." Wendy began.

"Don’t interfere Wendy," Pamela said. "This is between Dani and I. That’s what Grandmothers are for isn’t it, Honey?"

Dani nodded, totally perplexed.

"But Mother I was just going to say she’s not a teenager."

"She’s close enough. Little girl fashions are so boring."

All this time Patsy sat with an amused look on her face, taking in the conversation.

"I’m here too Mother," she said.

"Oh hi Patsy. I’m sorry. Don’t you agree with me though? Dani is tall enough to make a lovely young teen."

"But Mother..."

"Give up Wendy. It’s clear your mother intends to dress her grand daughter in the manner to which she will soon enough become accustomed."

"Well done Patsy," Pamela said. "We just need one nice dress and a pair of shoes so we can go shopping together. I’ll fix that." She put her arm around Dani’s shoulder. "Tomorrow, huh. We’ll have some fun, eh?"

Dani was speechless but he nodded.

"In fact I’ll go and buy those basic things right now. I’ll be back in about an hour or so."

With which she flounced out the door, leaving the family a little shell shocked.

"Well I guess that overcomes the immediate problem," Wendy said to Patsy.

"What problem?" Dani asked.

"Oh nothing honey," Patsy said. "Just earlier we were wondering how we could afford some...things for you. It seems to be taken care of."

"Is she for real?" Dani asked.

"Oh she’s for real alright. You’re a lucky girl Dani. Even before we know how serious you are about this it seems you are going to be fully attired."

"Don’t worry Aunt Wendy. I’ll wear them."

"Yes I think we know that."

Pamela was back inside the hour with three parcels. She insisted on taking Dani to his room to help him dress and there were no futile objections this time.

"Honey I now you’ll be a little shy in front of your old Grandma so I’ll just leave these things here and you undress and slip into the panties and I’ll be back to help."

When she left the room Dani stripped and took out the new crisp white bikini panties and put them on. His small penis was barely visible. He called to his Grandmother and she returned to the room. She helped him then, cooing away happily.

"The bra is padded, darling. Most young girls were padded bras during their formative years."

"Did you Grandma?"

She laughed. "Not that you’d know it now but yes. In my day that had foam rubber fillers called "falsies." Awful name. Now I know Wendy prefers to wear stockings rather than pantyhose for, er, convenience sake. So I guessed you’d prefer them too. So you’ll need this garter belt. It just goes around your waist." She fixed the clasp. "Stockings are lovely to wear. I’m sure you’ll love them. So sheer and silky." She showed him how to draw the stockings up his legs and attach them. "You don’t need a slip with this dress. It’s lined." She lowered the dress over his head. It was sleeveless, a soft cotton in pale pink, with a shortish skirt and a waist belt which she tied.

She opened a box on the bed and took out a wig. "If I were you I’d grow my hair so I didn’t have to wear one of these but it will do in the meantime." She placed it on his head. It was medium blonde, just short of shoulder length with a deep fringe, but otherwise simple cut into a soft, almost straight wave. "Oh that’s much better," she said, beaming. "Now just the shoes." They were very plain, white pumps with an inch and half heel and - how she’d done it he didn’t know - a perfect fit. She held him out at arm’s length again. "Oh you look just lovely. Take a look and tell me if you’d go shopping with me looking like that?"

I’d go anywhere on earth with you looking like this, he thought when he saw his reflected image. He looked older now, possibly even thirteen. And he was the perfect girl. No boy anywhere to be seen. It was so thrilling he was almost peeing his pants.

"I’d love to Grandma," he grinned. "And thank you."

She stood beside him and put her arm around his shoulders. "When your fa...Aunt Wendy first let on to us that he wanted to dress as a girl we had to work through it. His father was opposed to it at first but he soon got used to it. And it was no trouble really. He was a nice boy and a lovely girl."

"How often did he dress up Grandma?"

"Oh darling practically every day after school and on weekends. He was a darling daughter and a wonderful son. He had good grades at school and he played good tennis. And we knew he wasn’t gay because he just adored the girls. Not that it would have mattered if he was, we’d have loved him just the same. He met your mother while he was dressed as Wendy one night. He called himself Wendy, by the way, because he was a big fan of Peter Pan when he was young. Anyway, he met your mother at a Halloween party and she thought he was a real girl and they chatted away for hours. Later he asked her out, as a boy, and she thought it was the most amazing thing that he could be so convincing and she had no objections because he looked so good and was fun to be with. They used to go on dates as girlfriends. He had so much fun as a girl. With two of them they had no trouble with boys. They just used to give them the brush off. I know it’s only been four or five years waiting for you to grow up but it was hard for him to have to hide it from you."

She detached her arm from his shoulders and touched up her hair in the mirror. Then she leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I think you’ll be seeing a lot of your Aunt Wendy from now on."

"He told me he’d like to be a girl fulltime."

"And I think he’ll do it. But not yet a while. He has to get you through school first. I could help him, financially I mean, but he wont let me." She smiled. "But he can’t stop me spoiling my grand daughter. We can do things together you and I. You’re so pretty, I’ll be proud to show you off. Let’s go down and see what they think, eh?"

What they thought? They knew how she’d look. They had enough experience and enough imagination. He was gorgeous as they anticipated.

"I guess we have a son and a daughter," Patsy said.

"As I did," Pamela said. "Take care of her...and him. I’ll be by about ten in the morning to collect her. We’re going shopping."

"Well my girl," Wendy said when she’d gone. "It would appear you’re going to be a little spoiled."

Dani just smiled.

 

Danny went to bed in his boy’s pyjamas that night thinking and hoping he may have something different to wear by tomorrow night. His Aunt Wendy came in to say goodnight and she was still Aunt Wendy. She was wearing a nightie and a house gown and bedroom mules with heels and the bobbed wig. Danny noticed she still had boobs, not big boobs but boobs nonetheless. Unabashed he asked:

"Do you wear a bra to bed, Aunt Wendy?"

His father blushed. Danny had never seen that before. "Oh...no...sweetie. I guess you’re going to find out soon enough. They’re real, honey. I have breasts."

"But...how?"

"I have been taking girl hormones for a couple of years. Just small amounts yet. They’re only small yet but they’re growing."

"What are hormones?"

"I’ll explain that to you in due course. Be patient."

"Can I...see them?"

"Oh God...no...well...yes. I suppose so."

He untied the gown and lowered the front of the nightie. They were real alright, two perfect orbs, in his pale olive skin with prominent rosy nipples.

"Oh Daddy they’re beautiful," Danny said, forgetting for a moment the correct terminology for his female father. Wendy pulled the gown up again.

"How do you cover them up?"

"I wear a kind of tank top. It flattens them down under my shirts."

"It must be uncomfortable."

"A little,"

"Why don’t you do it now Daddy?"

"Do what?"

"Be my Aunt Wendy all the time."

"Of honey because I can’t afford..."

"No wait," he interrupted. "Grandma said she’d help. She will Aunt Wendy. You should let her."

"But..."

"No. Do it. You have breasts. You know you want to. You even said so. Please be Aunt Wendy."

"Darling I want you to do me favor. Just call me Wendy. I’m not sure about this Aunt business. You’re too old now."

"Okay but please do it. Do it, do it, do it."

"I’ll think about it. I promise."

 

Back in bed Wendy let out a ‘phew’

"Phew what?"

"Danny was on my back about changing over full time."

"How did that come up?"

"He noticed my boobs. I had to tell him."

"You chose to tell him you mean."

"Actually I chose to show him."

"And..."

"He said they were beautiful. That I should let Grandma help me. Apparently she told him she was happy to do so."

"Then you should let her."

"Are you serious?"

"I’ve never been more serious in my life. How long are you going to wait? Another ten, fifteen years. You’ll be a middle aged woman. Do it now while you’re still young....and pretty."

"Am I pretty?"

"You know you are." She leaned across him and took his penis in her hand and a boob in her lips. "How much will you need," she asked, between licks and sucks.

"About two hundred thousand. Oh God, don't stop."

"She’s got it. That much?"

"If you’re going to...do this...could you...do it...ane we’ll talk after?"

"Sure," she said and slid down the bed and took him in her mouth and worked him. It was taking more time these days since the hormones had begun taking effect. But she won and sucked him to orgasm.

"Still tastes nice," she said, back alongside him again. "I wont be able to do that for much longer."

"I guess not," he said a little guiltily.

"Don’t feel bad. But you might as well have it off if it doesn’t work."

"What will you do then?"

"I don't know. Buy a dildo. Use my vibrator. They wont be cutting of your tongue will they?"

He laughed. "Of course not."

She suckled again briefly. "I think your tits are beautiful too. They’ll be nice when they’re bigger. You could hurry that along. Increase the dosage."

"They’ll be harder to cover up."

"All the more reason to talk to your mother. What do you need all that money for?"

"Quit my job. Pay off the mortgage. Put some aside for Danny’s schooling. Sell the house. Move. Go somewhere where they only know me as a woman. And the operation of course."

"I guess." She snuggled close. "Talk to her Wendy."

"With both of you at me I guess I have to."

 

 

4.

In her new dress, panties, garter belt, stockings, bra, shoes, wig and light make up, Dani went shopping with her grandmother. It was mindlessly exciting. She was noticeable for the first time in his life. Boys noticed her; even men noticed her. Woman and girls smiled on eye contact. Sales assistants lavished her. She tried things on. She showed them off. She bought dresses, skirts, tops, underwear by the score, make up, nail polish, barettes and hair clips, a brush, jewellery items. She bought shoes. Flats, sandals, pumps with mid heels; she bought a dozen pairs of shoes.

"Try these, honey," Grandma said at one point. She was holding shoes with a three inch heel.

Dani stared at them.

"How old is she?" The sales attendant asked.

"She’s thirteen," Pamela lied.

"It’s time Missy," the attendant said and went down on her knees and fitted the shoes. Missy could see the girl’s panties. Missy could feel the girl’s hand on her leg. Missy was beginning to have a little problem.

"Stand up," the young woman said and Dani stood and she helped her, there in the shop, to learn to walk in high heels. The pretty young woman had her hand of Dani’s back, on her arm, on her buttock, on her leg again when she removed the shoes.

Grandma paid for the shoes. Outside she said; "What’s wrong, sweetie? You look all flushed.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Dani said.

Pamela wheeled her to the "Lady’s Room", told her there were cubicles. Dani found a cubicle, lowered her panties and found herself in such an ungirlish state. She knew, though. She’d had her lessons. Tentatively, she took her penis between her fingers and moved the skin. And she felt...she felt...she felt. Oh my God. The gush of her ejaculant spewed onto the floor, onto the seat, into the bowl and she felt...The total rush of pleasure was so overwhelming she felt weak. She sat for a few moments collecting herself. Her penis was slack again and she tucked it into the panties. She took some paper and cleaned up the floor and the seat and flushed. She also felt a rush of pride. She was a real girl now. No, no, she was a real boy...man?...now. No. Right now she was a girl with a dick. But it had felt so, so good. Oh God!

She left the toilet block and rejoined her grandmother.

"You were a long time. Are you okay?"

"I’m fine Grandma. Just fine."

"You look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"Do I? It’s because I’m happy."

"Well that’s good to hear. Perhaps we can go home now?"

"Yes please. That would be nice."

 

They showed off the collection at home and both Wendy and Patsy felt little pangs of envy. The high heels raised some eyebrows.

"You might have to wait a little while to wear those," Wendy said.

"Oh no," Pamela said. "She’s thirteen for heaven’s sake.

"Mother she’s only ten."

"No. She’s tall, she has boobs, she’s pretty. She’s thirteen. Take my word for it."

Wendy shook her head resignedly. "Okay she’s thirteen."

"You’ll know that when you’re out with her somewhere."

Dani put on the high heels and paraded them, confidently, assuredly, her pert buttocks wiggling.

"Oh God!" Wendy exclaimed. "Jail bait."

"So were you Wendy."

"I was fifteen Mother."

"Still jail bait," the older woman said defiantly.

"Honey," Patsy said. "Take all those things up to your room make some space for them."

"Yes Mommy," the pretty, young, jail bait said rather coquettishly.

When she’d sashayed up the stairs Wendy turned to her mother.

"Mom. I need to talk to you. Can we go into the family room for a few minutes?"

When they had departed Patsy smiled a satisfied smile. She knew her husband was about to get the approval to become her...what? Sister maybe. Then she would have no qualms about seeking some cock, some big cock, some ebony cock even. She was thirty years old and she needed to fuck. Perhaps she and her ‘sister’ could even share.

 

 

5

When Pamela and Wendy emerged from the family room an hour later Pamela approached Patsy. She raised her eyebrows high.

"It seems I’m about to become a mother again."

Patsy grinned. "That’s an interesting way of putting it."

She and Pamela and Wendy had a brief round table conference. Wendy would double her dose of hormones to the maximum allowable intake. She would give a month’s notice. She would make a booking to fly to Bangkok, where, for the right money, there was no waiting period. They would put the house on the market. They would pay out the mortgage. She would officially change her name and acquire the right social security card and re-issued birth certificate. And passport. All this beginning immediately. Pamela would pay the bills. It was Wendy’s inheritance, collected early.

Pamela kissed Wendy and Patsy goodbye. "Where’s my grand daughter?" She asked.

Patsy called Dani down and the pair embraced. "Thank you so much Grandma," Dani said.

Later Wendy and Patsy explained to Dani what had taken place. Dani embraced his father. "I’m so glad for you Wendy," she said.

Dani was, from this moment forward, not in the least reticent about dressing in his girl’s clothes. He came home from school every day and changed into one of his new outfits and did his homework and dined with Patsy and Wendy. Although his puberty was relatively early it was no less intense and dressing always aroused him and he had to masturbate to get his dick to stay decent under the dress.

In a month his father left his job with a modest redundancy check and from that day onwards Dani never saw him in male clothes again. Two weeks later he collected his new papers and a week after that Patsy and Dani saw him off from the airport on his way to Bangkok. In the meantime Wendy’s boobs had enlarged quite a bit and she showed them to Dani just once. Dani was impressed that the sight of his father’s boobs could get him hot.

The night after Wendy left Dani went, in her nightgown and house gown, to her mother’s room before bed. Patsy was sitting at the dressing table in her filmy nightgown.

"Hi darling."

"Hi Mommy."

"What can I do for you?"

"Wendy showed me her boobs before she left."

"Did she now. And what did you think?"

"They’re beautiful. Can I see yours?"

"Darling you’ve been staring at them since you came into to room. Haven’t you seen enough?"

"But outside the nightie."

Patsy sighed. "I suppose so." She lowered her top and Dani took in the view.

"They’re bigger than Wendy’s."

"Not for long I suspect." She covered herself again.

Dani sat down beside her on the bench seat. "Mom what will Wendy look like, you know, down there, when she comes back?"

"She’ll look like any woman I expect. Like me."

"I don’t know what that looks like."

"You’ve never seen a picture of a nude woman?"

"Not, like, close."

"What are you saying Dani?"

"Can I see?"

"No. Absolutely not. I’m your mother Dani. You can’t go looking at my...my vagina."

Dani stood up and moved behind her and leaned over her, his arms around her neck, crossed over. He cupped a boob in each hand. They looked at each other in the mirror and Patsy was flushed. My God, she thought, he’s pubescent already. She could feel his cock against her back.

"Dani! Move back. Please." He did not move back but played ever so gently with her nipples with his thumbs. "Dani! You’re not wearing any panties are you?"

"How did you know?"

"I can feel...you."

"Show me. Please."

"Dani I..."

He was now kissing her on the ear lobe, on the cheek, on the lips.

"Dani! Stop." Her juices were flowing. She could feel them. Jesus, she thought. What have we created? We’re a weird family. Even as she was thinking this he was kissing her again. Her nipples were erect. She stood up then, breaking his grip.

"Okay, okay. Just a peek. Okay."

She dropped off the nightie and stood naked before him.

"That’s just like a photograph," he said. "You’re very beautiful but I still cant see anything."

She rolled her eyes. "Jesus," she exclaimed but she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Danny moved in closer and dropped to his knees. She was glistening wet and embarrassed. And aroused.

"Is that where I put my penis?" He asked.

"Yes. No. I mean yes but no...not where you put...your pe....."

He had moved forward quite suddenly, unexpectedly, and was lapping at her, probing, thrusting. Oh dear God, she thought, she’s...he’s a monster. That head down there. A girl’s head. Her son’s head. Not quite eleven. With a cock. What am I doing? She was dizzy with desire. Mad with desire.

"Take your clothes off," she barked hoarsely. He did so very quickly and she moved onto the bed. "Come up here." She maneuvered him on top of her and located him and helped him enter her.

"Go slowly Danny. Very slowly," she whispered in his ear. He slowed down and found a rhythm. But she was already near her peak, feeling the rush of pure pleasure. "Okay," she said. "Go now. Go now. Oh yes. Come inside me Baby." And suddenly she was coming and he was coming and for a moment they were locked together for a moment in time. Oedipus and his mother. Mother and son. Mother and daughter. Husband and wife. Wife and sister. All fused. A single entity, one mind, one body neither male nor female but both...or neither. And then...

Mother and son. Mother and son. Oh God. She quickly pushed him off her and he lay, spent. She began to cry quietly.

"What’s wrong?’ Danny asked.

"Oh Danny that’s so wrong. We should not have done that."

"Why not? Didn’t you like it?"

She did not answer him but slid off the bed and went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and peed and wiped herself. She put her head in her hands. She sat for some time. Then she stood up and wrapped herself in Wendy’s housecoat which was behind the bathroom door. She returned to the bedroom where Danny still lay and he was watching her.

"Go to bed Danny."

"But Mom..."

"Go to bed Danny."

He knew she meant it and he picked up his nightgown and left the room.

 

 

6.

There was vert little to be said about the incident the next morning. It was Sunday and, of course, Dani was present and his mother called her into the family room soon after they arose.

"Dani," she said and it was clear she was angry, "what happened last night must never happen again. It’s not for discussion, ever. And you much never, ever mention it to a single soul. Understand?"

"Yes."

"It was my fault not yours and I’m angry with myself for letting it happen so I accept full responsibility. But that’s it. Clear?"

He said yes but really it was not clear at all and it would not become clear for a few years until he understood the full ramifications of the word ‘incest’. Then he would know. But nothing could take away the fact that he had had his first sexual intercourse a month short of his eleventh birthday and he would wonder, for some time after, how his father could allow his penis to be removed when it gave so much pleasure.

It was not something he was planning to do. And yet, dressing like a girl, being like a girl and specially going out like a girl was also something which filled him with pleasure. That he would not give up. Neither did he need to. Despite the incident with his mother she almost encouraged him in this behavior and his grandmother certainly did. He saw more of her as a girl than he ever did as a boy.

Six weeks after she had departed, Wendy came home and was met by Patsy, Dani and Pamela. She looked healthy and happy. She wore her own hair, still shortish but certainly cut and styled in a totally feminine manner. On the plane she had been wearing an ankle length skirt in some Asian style and a deep veed blouse top which showed ample breasts and plenty of cleavage. Her ears were pierced and she wore large gold hoops. Her nails were long and painted deep red. She may still have been a larger than average woman but she appeared to be all woman.

When Pamela had completed her greetings - a hug, a kiss, some complimentary words - she left them to make her way home. Patsy drove them home and there was not much said in Dani’s company which would have revealed anything new or interesting to her but she kept having visions of her mother’s ‘privates’ and imagining Wendy looking the same She shivered at the thought of having her dick cut off She turned eleven a week before Wendy’s return and she apologised to Dani for missing the date and gave her a gift of a set of rather sexy underwear, bought in Bangkok. The skimpy bra had no padding and Wendy added to the set with the very realistic silicone inserts she had been wearing before the hormones started their work. They were for a size 36B.

"Wendy," Patsy said. ‘She’s eleven, for God’s sake."

"No she’s not. She’s fourteen according to Pamela."

"It’s okay Mom. I’ll just wear them at home."

At home Dani went to her room to try them out. They jiggled when she walked. She liked that.

In the bedroom that night Patsy more or less demanded to see where all the money went and, in circumstances which were less than ideal for Wendy, she showed her.

"Very impressive," Patsy said with just a hint of sarcasm. "Have you had anything inside it yet?"

"What? Just the dilator. What do you mean?"

"Honey you’ve been wanting to get a man inside you for near enough to twenty years. I just thought you might have started already."

"That’s not true. I..."

"Yes it is Wendy, dear. You know that and I know that. It’s the main reason why you finally did it."

"Do you believe that?"

"Absolutely. You remember when we used to date as girls? I remember watching you kissing guys, the passion, the ardour. You wanted then and you want now to be accepted as the complete woman. The only way to complete fulfilment is to fuck a guy."

"Well maybe..."

"Maybe nothing. Admit it."

"Okay. I admit it. I didn’t want to upset me."

"Darling it’s not upsetting me. I resigned myself to it as soon as you started taking hormones. Now that it’s possible we can start dating again. Then you can loose your virginity and I can score a real fuck."

"That’s not very nice."

"I know. I’m sorry. But your ‘big bopper’ has not been working very well for a couple of years now. I’m a bit, um, in need."

"You really want to do that?"

"I really want to do that."

"Well...okay. I’m not sure I’m deep enough. I’m not sure."

"Well then you just have to take the guy with the smallest cock."

"And I can’t do it for another three weeks yet. It’s not quite...ready."

"Then you’ll have to fuck him with your tits. They’re certainly ready. I can’t wait that long."

"What’s got into you Patsy. You’re being very crass."

She was silent for a long moment. "I’m sorry. Yes I am. I’m still serious but I’ll curb my language."

"Do you want to..."

"No. There’s nothing to suck on and nothing to poke with. I love you Wendy and I’ll go on loving you. But you’re my sister now and girl’s don’t have sex with their sisters. At least I don’t."

Wendy turned over and prepared for sleep. Patsy leaned across and kissed her on the cheek. "We can still kiss," she said.

 

The house sale went through and the family moved. Not to another town however. The ties were too strong. Instead, into a neighborhood some distance from the old, where Wendy and Patsy were accepted as sisters - despite the fact they were not at all alike - and where the threesome began to get on with their lives.

 

Wendy’s eleven year old son, who wore dresses most of the time and sexy high heels and wiggled his tush and was jail bait, had a penis about four inches long fully erect. It was a busy little cock but it was busy in his hand and he really, really needed to stick it somewhere else, preferably alive and warm and wet. He’d had his fix and he needed more. But where? Who? When?

When Wendy, breaking the fifteen-year-old rule for her ‘fourteen’ year old crossdressing son, introduced him to the social group, he found his answer.

Tiffany Cross was sixteen, gorgeously sexy and as depraved a little monster as any young crossdresser could hope to meet. The first time they met she took him into the bathroom at the meeting rooms and sucked his cock and, of course, expected a return match. Dani had never done it but with Tiffany’s help he learned very fast and in no time, was swallowing her load. They repaired themselves and, as innocent as two young ‘girls’ could be, returned to the gathering.

And what a gathering. There were sixty or so ‘women’ there and one or two were actually female. They ranged in age from Dani to about sixty. Some were pretty and feminine, some were womanly and some were guys in drag. Alice was about eighteen, very tall but strikingly attractive. Gwen was short and dumpy, maybe twenty or so, but easily passed as a woman. Sally was about the same age and very elegant but rather masculine looking. Janice and Margie were tarty mid-twenty year olds and spent a lot of time holding hands and looked as if they were going off to fuck any minute. And probably were. The others were too old to interest Dani even though some of them were pretty sexy looking.

"Dani come and meet Tiffany," Wendy had said soon after they arrived. "She lives not far from us. Maybe you two could be friends."

Tiffany was a little taller than Dani, maybe five four. She was wearing a red tank top and a pale yellow mini skirt with stockings and high heels. Her dark blonde hair cascaded down below her shoulders in soft waves and she wore dark eye make up and red lipstick.

"Oh I hope we can be friends," she said with bright eyed feminine wonderment and Dani fell in love..or lust.

She eyed Wendy who had just begun a conversation about her op and was clearly pre-occupied. "Come with me," she said and took Dani by the hand. In the cubicle in the female toilets she said: "You’re so pretty. I want to kiss you." And she did. Following which she said; "Take down your panties." Which Dani did.

When they went back no one even noticed they had gone. Dani looked around for Wendy and found her talking with a ‘woman’ of about thirty, a good looking woman but too tall and with hands too big to be a..woman. The ‘woman’ smiled and nodded and left the room by the front door. Wendy came to find Dani.

"I’m just going out to the car honey," she said. "There are some things I left there. Are you okay?"

"Sure," she replied and watched her father, the woman, as she left the room, also by the front door. Dani smiled and went to find Tiffany and found her chatting with Alice. She excused in herself and took Dani to a quiet corned of the room. She whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you. Will you come to my place tomorrow afternoon?"

Dani did not hesitate to agree and she gave him the address. "I have to go now," Tiffany said and gave Dani a peck on the cheek. She flitted out the door and Dani found herself wondering what the circumstances of sex with a boy/girl in her own home might be.

"How I envy you." The voice behind him interrupted his reverie. It was Alice.

"Why?"

"Your height, darling. I wish I wasn’t so tall. It attracts too much attention."

Dani could understand that. Alice was probably six feet two.

"You’re very pretty though," Dani said graciously.

"Thank you dear. That’s a compensation."

Behind Alice, Dani saw Wendy return to the room, carrying nothing that she might have retrieved from the car. She caught Dani’s eye and motioned to her.

"I have to go," Dani said to Alice.

‘"Will you be coming again?"

"I think so."

Dani joined Wendy who suggested it was time to leave.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked in the car.

"It was fun," Dani replied.

"Did you have a chat with Tiffany?"

"Yes. She invited me to visit tomorrow afternoon."

"She lives with an elderly aunt I understand."

 

As they motored homewards, Patsy was being royally screwed in a female toilet cubicle of a local bar. One could say she was being raped but she put up no resistance. The roughness of the encounter with a man whose name she did not know was in stark contrast to the sex she had with Wendy - Warren really - in the past. To say she enjoyed it would be giving the event too much import but it was different and she did come.

Driving home later she thought it was not something she cared to repeat. Warren’s gentleness and patience was more to her taste, she realised. Conditioning maybe?

At home Wendy was already in bed reading. She out down the book when Patsy came in. She noticed Patsy avoided eye contact as she undressed.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Patsy said as she slid into bed.

"Did you?"

"Yes if you must know."

"How was it?"

"Do you want a running commentary? Not very nice actually. A bit like rape. I don’t really want to talk about it."

"Okay."

A pause and then; "Did you?"

"Yes."

"And?’

"It wasn’t very nice either. In the back seat of a car like teenagers. But..."

"What?"

"I liked having something inside me."

Patsy softened then. She moved closer and cuddled her. "I can put something inside you. It just wont be flesh."

"I think I’d like that. Do you plan to do it again?"

"I think not. I’ve changed my mind. It was sleazy and boring. I’d rather do it here with you, in bed, in my own home."

"Me too," Wendy said and they kissed. "We can find a way."

"Yes," Patsy said, "we can."

 

Dani found her way to Tiffany’s easily enough. She was dressed casually, like any girl on the weekend, in a white T and short denim skirt with flat sandals. She knocked on the door and Tiffany opened it, similarly attired.

"Hi. Come in."

She led Dani into the living room where an elderly woman sat, apparently snoozing, in a wheelchair. She wore thick eye glasses which suggested she was vision impaired to some degree.

"Gran!" The old woman opened her eyes. "This is my friend, Dani."

"Hello dear. Nice to meet you."

"We’re just going out the back to talk. Do you need anything?"

"No dear. You run along and enjoy yourself."

"Actually she’s my Aunt," Tiffany said as they entered a room at the back of the house, clearly Tiffany’s bedroom. It was a pretty room, nicely decorated and Dani had the impression there was money around somewhere. Tiffany sat on the bed and patted a place beside her. "Sit here. She thinks I’m her granddaughter. The real Tiffany split the scene about a year ago when she couldn’t be bothered anymore. She was eighteen. I just...sort of...took her place. The old girl doesn’t know any different." She smiled an angelic smile. "I make a pretty good Tiffany."

"But...who are you really?"

"We are actually related. I’m her grand nephew, Peter. I was living here at the time. My parents are dead. When Tiffany left, she left behind some clothes. I’d been wearing them secretly for a couple of years. I just adopted them. I told Gran that Peter had gone to live with another aunt. She was upset that he hadn’t said goodbye but she forgot after a while."

"She has some money?"

"Lots. She’s not a millionaire or anything but she’s not short. She gives me money for housekeeping and clothes and stuff and I look after her."

"Why do you go to the social group?"

Tiffany grinned. "To meet people like you, honey. How old are you really by the way? You’re sure as hell not fifteen."

"I’m...eleven."

"Oh how gorgeously divine. I want to kiss you again."

"Okay," Dani agreed, happily.

Tiffany pushed her gently back onto the bed and kissed her deeply using her tongue. At the same time she pushed up Dani’s skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties. Dani came up for her in moments.

"Perfect," Tiffany said, between kisses. "Alice was a little too big for me."

"You fucked Alice?"

"Sure. And...oh never mind. A few. But you’re the best yet." She kissed Dani’s earlobe and cooed. "Would you like to fuck me Dani?"

"Oh yes."

She jumped up quickly and enthusiastically removed her panties. She picked up a small tube from the bedside table. "You’ll need this." She lay on her tummy on the bed.

Dani looked at the tube of KY Jelly and got the message. She pulled of her panties and quickly lubricated herself and straddled Tiffany and slowly - remembering mother’s instructions - began to enter her. Tiffany raised her buttocks from the bed and pushed back against Dani.

"Oh you are perfect," she breathed. "Fuck me Dani."

Dani required no further invitation.

In time Dani would learn a few things about Tiffany. That she was, for all intents and purposes, the social group’s resident prostitute; that she had sucked or fucked at least thirty members - "but not the lovely Wendy" she was at pains to point out; that she charged twenty for a blow job and fifty for a fuck; that some of the members were just grossly indecent but that others were ‘sweethearts just looking for a good time’. She never charged Dani though.

"You’re my pet lover," she told her.

About once a week Dani and Tiffany got it on together in one or other of the many ways they found to do it.

Dani knew better than anyone, though, how Tiffany looked after the old woman. She bathed her and fed her, washed her clothes, kept house, did the shopping. She might have been a bit depraved but she was all heart.

So it came as a great shock to discover, two years later, when the old lady died, that Tiffany was left out in the cold. Naturally the old girl left everything to the real Tiffany who, equally naturally, claimed her inheritance.

In a sad and weepy parting, Tiffany and Dani, said goodbye and Tiffany left with the savings from her immoral earnings to live in another town. Dani had a letter about six months later in which Tiffany told that she had a job in a drag show in an eastern city and that she had a "proper" boy friend.

 

In the meantime Patsy and Wendy had ended their philandering as quickly as they had begun it. They found a way.

Dani passaged through twelve and thirteen, had a brief sexual fling with Alice and with Gwen and Margie together, and came slowly to the realisation that he wanted, needed a real girl.

He remained passionate about his female wardrobe, however, and, with the help of his doting grandmother, added to it regularly and ventured out with her and with his parents quite often.

Just short of his fourteenth birthday - he was five feet seven and still svelte and his hair was now his own although he wore it in a boy style pony tail when necessary - his grandmother introduced him, Danny that is, to the traditional girl next door . That is to say, she, Tanya, lived next door to his grandparents. She was the same age, also tall, rather gangly, wore braces on her teeth and had a body to die for. And golden blonde hair. She was a very feminine girl, always in dresses, usually even in stockings and heels. Unusual for the time. Almost a throwback to the fifties.

They hit it off famously. Both readers and avid movie goers they talked for hours. To be with her, Danny was actually prepared to forego his feminine attire...a little.

"I’ve never had a boy friend," Tanya told him one day.

"Am I your boyfriend?" Danny asked.

"I don’t know. Are you?"

"I hope so."

"Well then...you are. But...it has to be a secret. I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend until I’m eighteen."

Danny had wondered why they always met at his grandparent’s home.

A week later Pamela pulled him aside. "You should tell her," she whispered.

"Tell her?" Danny was shocked.

"No, no. Really. I think she’ll be most accommodating." She winked.

"You know something?"

"Maybe," she said, slyly.

On the back porch an afternoon soon after Danny cleared his throat.

"There’s something I have to tell you."

Tanya smiled, the braces glinting, her eyes sparkling. "I was wondering when you’d get around to it."

"What?"

"That you like to dress as a girl, that you’ve been doing it since you were about ten or so, that you’re very pretty."

"How...?" He began but he knew. Grandma.

"Grandma told you?"

"Yes. But don’t be mad at her. I kind of half guessed. I asked her...some things."

"What things?"

"Danny most people wouldn’t notice but I’m very close to you. Your hair is too shiny and too well groomed to be a boy’s hair. Boys with long hair like it to be ratty. You pluck your eyebrows. You shave your armpits. There’s no hair on your legs so I guess you shave them too, Your finger nails are just a smidgen too long and far too well looked after."

"You noticed all these things?"

"Sure. I like to look at you."

Danny, who had been on the defensive up until now, went soft and wobbly as jelly.

"You asked my grandmother?"

"Not exactly. I sort of told her. I said ‘Danny likes to wear dresses doesn’t he?’ and she told me the story. Most of he story anyway. I know about your fath...your Aunt Wendy?’

"Is nothing sacred?" Danny grinned. "And?"

"Danny I don’t care a hoot. I think what your daddy did is pretty weird but it’s his...her life. Is she happy?"

"Very."

"Well then, case closed."

"And it’s okay about...me?

"Danny I think you’re beautiful. I think everything about you is beautiful. Your mind, your body, your face. I don’t care what you wear. I’m sure your grandmother is right. I’m sure you are a lovely girl. She adores you, you know?"

"Yes I know."

"She takes you shopping. That must be thrilling."

"It is."

"And to movies and restaurants. You’ve probably been more places than I have."

"Oh no, I..."

Tanya leaned forward and placed a hand over his. "Dani - with an ‘I’ - I know I’m only fourteen but I think, no I know, I love you."

A little tear ran down Danny’s cheek and he wiped it away. "Oh God. I’m so lucky. I love you too Tanya."

She remained forward in the chair. Goody, that’s settled. Now there’s just one other thing".

"What’s that?"

She gazed into his eyes willing him to get the message. "I’m allowed to have a girlfriend Dani."

Slowly it sank in. "You mean...?"

"I mean I’d like you, you know, the other you, to meet my parents."

"Oh my God! How do we do that?"

"Easy. I’ve thought about it. You, Dani, Danielle I mean, visit your grandparents often don’t you?"

"Sure."

"Well I meet you there. After a week or so I invite you to my place. To easy."

Danielle, he thought. I’ve never been called Danielle. " I can do that," he said.

"Well then?"

"If you come over to Grandma’s house next Saturday about two I’ll..I mean Danielle, will be there."

Tanya clapped her hands. "Goody."

The time could not pass quickly enough for Dani..Danielle. Saturday was only two days hence but it seemed like forever. When Saturday came he dressed conservatively, not a sign of tartiness anywhere. He made up sparingly, tied his pony tail high instead of low, wore high heels because Tanya did. And stockings.

"My gosh," Wendy remarked. "You look...lovely. Not...jail bait."

"Thank you Wendy. That’s how I want to look."

"Where are you going?"

"Just over to Grandma’s."

He collected his purse and strolled in the warm sun the five blocks to the neat little house on the hill. His grandmother greeted him.

"My, my," she said. "Don’t you look special? This is the big day then?"

"I guess," he shrugged.

The door bell chimed less than a minute later and suddenly Dani was coy and very nervous. Pamela admitted Tanya who stopped at the entrance to the living room. Dani suffered her appraisal in agony.

"Turn around," she said, softly.

He did so.

"Gosh," she said. "I’d better get these bands off quick smart. Your beautiful Dani." She took two steps into the room and held her arms out. "Can I have a hug. Maybe a kiss."

Under the eyes of his beaming grandmother, Dani stepped up to her and hugged her and self consciously kissed her on the lips. It seemed immediately ironic that their first kiss should be as girls. Appropriate though under the circumstances. She took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You smell nice. What are you wearing?"

"It’s, uh, Dior. Passion."

"Yummy. Love the dress. Where did you get it?"

"Um, I can’t remember."

"We got it at Beard’s, darling," Pamela said.

"Oh yes."

"Great store. Do you buy a lot of your things there?"

She’s brilliant, Dani thought. Just brilliant.

"Some. A few."

"Why don’t you two go out and sit on the patio and chat," Pamela suggested.

"Come on."

Tanya almost dragged him out to the patio. She stopped him and spun him around. "Pissy little kiss," she said. "Why don’t you try that again."

He kissed her more firmly, meaningfully, holding her arms. When he let go she was flushed pink. "My, my," she said. "I never thought I’d be kissing another girl but I like it."

A week later Tanya took Danielle in to meet her parents. Her father, a big bluff, florid man, was remote but pleasant. Her mother fussed around trying to impress. Tanya took Dani to her room to "show her some things".

"Kiss me Dani," she demanded when the door was shut behind them.

He kissed her arms around her this time, using his tongue, tasting her, feeling their lipsticks mingling. They held the kiss for some time.

When they broke she sat heavily on the bed. "Oh Dani," she said. She appeared flustered.

"What?’

She waved her hands about distractedly. "Nothing."

He sat beside her on the bed. "Yes there is. What is it?"

"I...would you..." She picked up his hand. She guided it beneath her skirt. "Touch me. Just touch me, that’s all." He did so and she was very wet. In all fairness he did just move his fingers a little. She threw her head back and shivered and, for a moment, was rigid.

"Oh my God! Dani. Dani. I’ve never had an orgasm before but I have now. And all you did was touch me."

"The first one always comes quickly," he said.

She relaxed her body and straightened her skirt. "I’m sure you know that from experience." There was no malice in her voice.

"I guess you’d like us to be truthful with each other?"

"We must Dani."

"I’ve been having orgasms since I was ten Tanya."

"Have you ever, you know, had sex with a girl?....Or a boy?"

"Yes both. But please don't ever ask me for any details because I wont tell you. It’s in the past."

I wont I promise. I don’t really want to know anyway. But I guess you’ll be able t teach me then wont you? To make love."

"When the time comes making love to you will be the greatest pleasure of my life."

"Dani?"

"What?"

"I’m a lesbian."

"Nonsense. How do you know that?"

"Because I’ve only ever fancied girls. And I love you even more as a girl."

"That may or may not be the case. It doesn’t matter. But I’m glad you love me as a girl because I’m sure you’re going to be seeing a lot more me. As a girl."

As she did. For four years they were "best friends" and her parents never knew. Even when they started sleeping together which was not all that long after they met because Tanya was an eager little beaver.

When she was eighteen Tanya’s father died and after a period of mourning Tanya decided to tell her mother.

"I’m a lesbian Mother," she announced. "Danielle is my lover."

Tanya’s mother went into shock for three months but recovered in due course in time to give the couple her ‘blessing’ when they each moved out of home to live together, Tanya as a graphic designer and Danielle as a qualified beautician.

They celebrated with a small commitment ceremony. Patsy and Wendy were there as was Pamela who had bought them their apartment from the proceeds of her late husband’s will, and Tanya’s mom.

Two years later Tanya’s mom was very puzzled when Tanya announced she was pregnant. She dared not ask who the father was.

 

 

 

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