Last Chance          by: Karen Elizabeth L.

 

It’s just too bizarre," I told my wife Heather. "We don’t need anything that drastic, we can work out our problems ourselves."

"How," She asked. "What’s going to be different? What will we do this time that we haven’t done the last ten times?"

"I don’t know that yet," I responded glumly. "But I’m sure that we can think of something, anything but this."

"Do you think that little of our marriage, our family?" Heather shot back. "We’ve tried it all before, this is the fifth counselor we’ve been to and I’m through. It’s this or nothing John," She told me point blank. "You decide if your wife and kids are worth this last shot at staying together."

"Of course you and the family are worth working for honey," I protested. "But for God’s sake don’t you think this is all a little odd?"

"Odd?" Heather fired right back. "Our kids hate each other, our marriage is ready to blow up, and you’re worried about odd?"

"It’s not that bad, you’re exaggerating." I tried to insist but Heather was becoming furious to say the least.

"Exaggerating?" She shouted. "There hasn’t been peace in our house in years. You’ve turned the boys against their sisters and me with your drivel about men’s rights. They can’t look at each other without fighting, they refuse to do anything around the house since both the boys and the girls feel picked on!"

"You can’t deny that it’s true," I countered. "Women get all the breaks but still complain about how bad they have it. They’re given jobs they can’t do causing men to have to do both jobs!"

Heather wasn’t buying my argument, she never did. "I’ve had it!" She shot back. "Put up or shut up John, either we go through with this or I’m taking the girls and leaving. Let’s see how well you and your precious sons manage on your own!"

"Calm down Heather," I pleaded. "You know I don’t want to lose you. Let’s be reasonable about…"

"Do we do it John? Do we try to save our family?"
"But Heather, what about my job?"

"For God’s sake John, you’re a salesman in a department store. That’s not much of a career!"

"But I’ve been trying to get back into Accounting, I may find a job any day."

" No buts John, say yes and I stay, no and I leave."

"Let’s think about this, please?" I begged. I couldn’t imagine going through with the counselor’s suggestion, yet I knew that I couldn’t live without Heather.

"Answer me now John," Heather insisted. "Right now, yes or no?"

"Yes," I muttered under my breath.

"Louder John, I want to know that you’re really serious."

"Yes," I shouted, almost in tears. "You know I’d do anything for you."

"I only know what you’ve demonstrated, now I’ll see for sure."

"What about the kids though, how will they react?"

"They’re young, they’ll adapt well." The counselor told us. "They’ll also have you and your wife as an example to keep them from being worried."

"When do we start?" Heather asked. "I want to get started as soon as we can."

"Next month," The counselor stated calmly as if discussing a dental appointment. "I’ll set everything up."

"Lovely," I thought to myself. "Heather and I have a whole month to prepare our children to change sexes, good thing we weren’t going to be rushed!"

Heather was right; our home was just short of an armed camp but why did it have to be my fault? And why was this the only solution? Sure, we had been to ten counselors before with no change. True, our kids nearly hated each other and my relationship with the woman I loved was shot, but a family sex change to fix it all?"

I nearly fell out of my seat when the counselor made his suggestion, it was ludicrous, it was absurd, yet something deep within me said do it. No, I couldn’t give in to Heather when I heard the suggestion; that would have been too easy. I don’t care how much of me thought it was a good idea; I just couldn’t go along with it.

We were given every assurance that the idea would work without fail. No one would ever know that we were not what we appeared to be, the change would be total. It would also, fortunately, be reversible. We would be relocated, given a fresh start, new jobs, school for the kids, everything. An added incentive was that the endowment that funded the program would provide the family with enough money to get us started on our new lives.

The counselor had laid out all of the details for us. Our family would be enrolled in a program designed to show how the other half lived. A major university medical center was the home of the program, funded by an endowment from an extremely wealthy man who felt that he lost the love of his life because he had been too pig headed to accept her as an equal. He had insisted that she remain a homemaker, refused to permit her to use the education she had spent years acquiring. In all matters he considered her second class and treated her that way until the day she left.

He pleaded with her to return, promised to change, but in the end he couldn’t bring himself to consider her as his equal. She left, never to return and he never got over the heartbreak. He made a very sizeable gift to the university to set up a last chance program to teach men and women to see the other’s viewpoint. Oddly enough, his one stipulation was that any participants must undergo sexual reassignment to truly appreciate what their partner lived with day after day.

Heather and I called a family conference that evening to break the news to them.

Kathy, our thirteen-year-old, was the first to speak up. "No way, I’m not going to be a stupid boy!" She insisted.

Frank, her twin, was just as adamant. "You’re not serious are you? You can’t really expect me to pretend that I’m a girl!"

"There’s no pretending Frank," Heather said calmly. "You, George, and your father will be the women in the family. Kathy, Gail, and I will be the men. It’s going to take a few months to make all the changes but when they’re done it will be as though we all swapped bodies."

Gail, at eleven years old seemed to be taking it the best. "Wow," She giggled excitedly. "Am I gonna have a pee- pee like a boy?"

"Yes honey, you, Kathy, and mommy will all have pee-pee’s." I tried to stay calm but it wasn’t easy to tell my daughters that they were going to be boys.

George, the other half of our two sets of twins, was dumbstruck "Then we’ll have…"

"Everything females have at our ages," I told him. "It would take some extremely close checking to determine our true sexes."

"It’s our last chance to stay together as a family." Heather explained in a soft voice. "Your dad and I love each other but we can’t seem to get along. We’ve been through all kinds of therapy but nothing helped. There’s no choice for any of us; it’s going to happen. This is going to involve a major change for me too you know," She sighed as she looked at the small breasts that she would have to lose.

"How will it help if I’m a boy?" Kathy whined. "I don’t know the first thing about being a boy, people will laugh and point. I’ll be humiliated."

"Same here," Frank joined in on Kathy’s side for a change. "I’ve been a boy all of my life, I can’t just become a girl overnight!"

"There will be classes to help us adjust," I explained. "But we’ll need to depend on each other to get through this. I don’t know anything about what women like, but mom and the girls do. They’ll help us guys become girls, we’ll help them become guys."

Heather and I answered the kids’ questions as best we could but when we were done there was no doubt. The plan would move forward starting one week later with hormone blocking injections. The boys and I would no longer produce male hormones; our bodies would soften, and change. We’d start getting fat on our butts and hips just like girls have when they grow up. Without male hormones, George’s puberty would come to a screeching halt. Since his puberty hadn’t had much time to work on him he’d probably notice the changes faster than Frank and I would, especially after the female hormones began to take over his body. The girl’s breasts would stop developing due to a lack of female hormones; their chest would fill out slightly and overcome the limited breast development they now had, and due to a special drug, their ovarian development would become dormant and they would not begin menstruation. Once we stopped producing our normal hormones we would be started on a course of hormones to start changing us in anticipation of the surgery.

Our families thought we were kidding at first but then, to my surprise, accepted it completely.

"You and the boys were being such jerks," My dad told me. "This should certainly calm you guys down."

"If I weren’t so set in my ways, I’d drag your dad into the program." Heather’s mom said. "I think it’s wonderful to have men experience what we women have to put up with!"

"Sounds like fun," Her dad laughed. "I’m tired of being the breadwinner and the spider killer anyway. I could use a break."

My sister was thrilled with the news. "I can’t wait to see my macho jerk brother in a pretty dress," She

laughed. Then she turned to Heather. "You’ll have to let me know what it’s like when you screw his pretty little brains out!"

"I’m looking forward to it actually," Heather confided with a grin. "I plan on keeping my pretty little wife here in the frilliest, sexiest, things I can buy her. Nothing but Victoria’s Secret for my pretty one!"

I was flushed with embarrassment imagining myself in a frilly nightgown while Heather proceeded to have her way with me. What was most embarrassing was that I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be fun to wear the same skimpy outfits that Heather wore.

While the arrangements were being made Heather decided that it would be best if we began making the switch right away. She and I swapped sides of the bed, not a major change I’ll grant you, but still very symbolic with her closet and vanity now on my side. She handed me a blue, nylon nightgown with matching panties for me to wear while she put on a pair of briefs and a Tee shirt which were all I ever wore to bed.

"Where did these come from?" I asked since we weren’t the same size. "They look new."

Heather kissed me and laughed. "I sort of expected you to agree so I picked up a few things for us."

I had just slipped on the panties and slid the nightgown over my head when Heather pushed me back onto the bed. She began caressing my nipples through the silky nightgown while pushing her tongue into my mouth. After a couple of minutes she stopped kissing me long enough to ask how I liked being the woman.

"I’m not a woman," I shrugged. "Just a guy feeling silly in a nightgown and panties."

"That’ll change," She said with a devilish smile. "Then we’ll really have some fun."

Heather kissed me again before rolling over. "Aren’t you going to finish what you started?" I pointed to my tented nightgown.

"I’m done," She said with a yawn. "Just like you always were with me. You’ll understand when you’re a woman."

The next day, a Saturday, Heather decided it was time to begin the switch. The kids were stunned after Heather and I announced that they were to select a complete outfit for their twin to wear. "We still have a month yet dad," Frank protested. "What’s the rush?"

"The rush is that we need to start getting used to our new roles, so that we’re ready to begin treatments. Everyone meet back here in twenty minutes with an outfit for your twin to dress in from the skin out.

The kids all moaned and complained but they did as they were told and soon we had selected and exchanged outfits.

I took the boys to my room with me to change while Heather and the girls went to the guest bedroom. I handed Frank a bottle of hair remover and told him to shower.

"You’re not serious," He exclaimed. "You can’t be!"

"Your dad and I have talked this all out, Frank. There’s no other way. I gave your mother my word that we’d go along now please do what I ask."

"I don’t believe it," He moaned aloud as he closed the bathroom door. "This can’t be happening."

While we waited for our turn in the shower George and I began trying on our new clothes.

"No, like this," I took George’s bra from him and placed it backwards against his chest. "Now fasten it and pull it up your arms."

"How come you know so much about this stuff?" He asked as he adjusted the padded, lace-covered cups against his chest.

"Watching your mom, of course." I said as I adjusted my own bra. "Here, put these in," I told him as I tossed him a box containing breast forms.

"Falsies?" He said in horror, letting the forms drop to the floor.

"You’ll have your own soon enough," I laughed. "Now pick them up, they cost mom a lot of money."

George picked up the forms but still held them as if holding a dangerous snake.

"They won’t bite, now put them into your bra." I insisted. "Unless you’d prefer I glue them to your chest?"

That was all the incentive that George seemed to need. He quickly inserted the forms into the cups of his bra and dropped his hands to his sides.

"Very nice," I commented. "Your mom was right, Gail’s things should fit you nicely."

"You weren’t kidding when you said that you and mom have everything planned, were you?" Frank asked as he stepped out of the bathroom wearing a pair of peach colored panties.

"Not at all." I answered as I handed him a padded satin bra that matched his panties. He shook his head then fastened the bra like a pro.

"Been practicing?" George asked as Frank reached for his breast forms.

"Been listening, you little moron."

"That’s enough from both of you," I shouted. "That’s exactly the kind of bickering that got us into this mess! George, get in there and shower." I ordered. "And make sure your legs are smooth from top to bottom."

I handed Frank a pair of pantyhose. "Be careful with them," I advised. "It ‘s easy to get runs in them."

"I know," Frank laughed. "I’ve heard mom and the girls complain before."

I watched as Frank carefully inserted his right foot into the pantyhose and drew them up to his ankle before inserting his left foot. Once he had them up to both ankles he carefully pulled them completely up and over his hips. He caught sight of me staring as he adjusted the waistband and smoothed the wrinkles from the legs.

"Mom made me wear them for Halloween two years ago, remember?" He grinned. "They’re not that tough once you get used to them."

"You look pretty good as a girl, do you know that?" I asked hesitantly, afraid that he’d be upset.

"Yeah, that’s what mom said when I wore her prom dress for Halloween. I never thought I’d wear these things again though." He motioned towards his bra and stockings. Running his hands along his hips he seemed to be lost in thought. "I did sort of miss them."

"Miss what?"

"Don’t get all worked up dad, but mom made me wear panties that night too. She said they’d fit better under my pantyhose and I’d like the way they felt."

I rubbed my butt through the silky, satin panties I wore. "I understand Frank," I smiled. "Believe me, I understand."

I wasn’t sure it was such a good thing but I realized that for all of his griping it wouldn’t take too much to get Frank into girl’s clothes. I watched as he lowered a full slip over his head then adjusted the straps until he was satisfied with it’s length.

"Can’t have it too long," He said as he examined himself in the mirror. "Otherwise it shows under your dress."

"Uh huh," I nodded as I stepped into a half-slip that matched my bra and panties. "That wouldn’t look right at all."

"Aren’t you going to take a shower dad, I mean mom?" Frank asked George walked out of the bathroom. "Dad’s not going to appreciate hairy legs under your nylons."

"Little Suzy homemaker are we?" I jibed as I headed into the bathroom. "Yes mother dear, I’ll make sure my legs are nice and smooth."

"Good girl," Frank called out just before I shut the door.

I wet myself down thoroughly then spread the lotion to my legs and chest just as the bottle instructed. I had to wait for ten minutes so I lathered up my armpits and with great caution, shaved them clean. I then lathered my crotch and with even greater caution I shaved my pubic hair until it matched the way I knew Heather’s looked. I hoped she’d be happy with all that I was doing, I felt silly but I loved her more than anything in the world and I had promised to try to please her.

When my wait was finally over I carefully directed the shower head against my chest and watched sadly as the hair I had taken twenty two years to develop washed down the drain. I ran a razor over the remaining hairs then washed off my legs. Running my hands along my chest and legs I was sure Heather would approve of the silky smoothness of my now bare skin. I toweled dry then stepped into my panties and fastened my bra, making sure the forms were seated properly.

I glanced at myself in the mirror. "God, I hope the counselor knows what he’s talking about," I thought as I ran my hands along my panty covered butt. Heather kept her word about making me wear sexy lingerie; I was wearing a pair of while satin panties with a lace waistband and trim at the leg openings. My bra matched my panties; the cups were smooth and silky with a delicate looking pink flower accenting the center where the cups came together. My half-slip had several inches of lace trim along the bottom along with delicate white lace edging along the side slit. Heather told me that she was determined to make me feel like a sexy, feminine, lady and the lingerie I wore was doing a job on my mind. I couldn’t pretend to be macho and in charge dressed this way, the best I could do was to fight off the helpless, weak, feelings that were trying to take over my mind. How would I be able to revert back to feeling like a man after spending two years in satin and frills? I fixed the waistband on my slip then stepped out to se how my new daughters were coming along.

Frank was completely dressed in a simple green and white patterned sheath dress that showed off a great pair of legs and a figure even he never knew he had. He was busy playing the role of big sister to George who was having trouble getting his pantyhose on straight.

"Just relax and pull them up gently," He advised his little sister. "You can’t be too rough on them or you’ll get runs in them and ruin them."

I watched in fascination as George finished pulling on his pantyhose then put on his bra the way that I had taught him then let Frank help him adjust the full slip that so nicely matched the panties and bra that he wore. Heather had insisted on sets of matching lingerie, going on and on about how nice it would feel to know that our slips matched our bras and panties. I’m sure she and the girls felt good about it but the boys and I were just not sharing their elation, to put it bluntly, we felt damned silly!

George pulled on the pink dress Gail had selected for him and once again waited patiently as Frank did the back buttons and tied the belt that was attached to the waist of the dress. I’m certain that Gail loved the pretty dress with it’s scooped neckline and full skirt and they would have looked like an angel in it but to George dress was an ego killer. He bravely held back his tears as he stared at the sweetly dressed girl in the mirror.

"Please don’t let anyone see me like this," He begged. "I’ll be laughed out of school if anyone finds out that I dressed like this.

"Don’t worry George," Frank said softly. "A little work with a hairbrush and no one would ever believe that you’re a boy."

That was the final straw for George who burst into tears. "But I don’t want to be a girl Frank, please don’t make me look like a sissy, please?"

I quickly stepped over to George and held him tight to my chest. "It’s going to be okay, you’ll see." I said in a soft, reassuring voice. "We’re going to get to do something very few people ever get to do, we’re going to become other people for a while."

"But why can’t we be boys?" George asked in a voice that broke my heart.

"We talked about this all last night," I gently reminded him. "It was either this or dad would leave us."

"Mom," Frank interrupted. "Am I really going to have breasts?"

"We all will Frank," I said softly. "Once the hormones are in our bodies we’ll start to change into females. The hospital will finish what the hormones start, we’ll be almost as female as mom and the girls are now."

George began grilling me. "Gail said she was going to be able to pee standing up, is that true? Will I have to sit down to pee? What about boys? Will I have to kiss them?"

"Didn’t you understand it when I said the family was going to switch sexes?" I was starting to get exasperated. "Yes, Gail, Kathy, and dad will be able to pee standing up, we won’t. You’re too young to date so don’t worry about kissing boys. You might as well get used to wearing pretty dresses, it’s what women wear when they want to look nice and we will be women!"

George looked at Frank for support but got a shrug instead. "We’re stuck," Frank told him. "All of us, the girls too."

"But it’s not my fault." George protested.

"It was my fault," I volunteered. "I started it and you two followed. We should have paid closer attention to the feelings of the ladies but we didn’t. This is the price we’re going to have to pay for being stupid."

"It’s going to be okay," Frank assured him. "We’ll be here to help, no one’s going through this alone."

"After it’s all over and you grow up and get married, you’ll be better husbands and fathers than I’ve been." I told them. "Now let me finish dressing, we have to meet your new dad and brothers."

George nodded his acceptance and slipped on the white shoes that Gail had provided him with. He sat quietly while Frank worked on his hair with a brush and curling iron he had borrowed from Kathy. "You might not think it’s much but after mom did my hair for Halloween, I looked a lot better. Maybe it would make you feel better to look more like a girl?"

"I can’t look worse than I already do," George sighed. "Go ahead, make me beautiful."

I went back to getting dressed and found that Heather had left me a little present. Instead of pantyhose like the boys got, she had provided me with a lace garter belt and white nylons with a delicate floral pattern sewn into them. Needless to say, the garter belt was part of a set that included my slip, bra, and panties. I had always begged her to wear garter belts and nylons, now it would be my turn. Hopefully the sex would still be as fantastic as when she wore them!

I slipped a royal blue dress with a plunging neckline, and a flared skirt over my head then gently pulled it over my hips letting it come to rest at mid thigh. Frank and George were staring at me with silly grins plastered on their faces.

"That dress makes you into one hot looking lady," George laughed. "I get the feeling you’re going to be a great looking woman!"

"Thank you George," I smiled and kissed him on his cheek. "That’s a very pretty dress you have on, it really suits you."

George frantically wiped his cheek where I had kissed him. "Did you have to do that dad?"

"It’s mom now," I reminded him. "What’s wrong with a mother giving her pretty daughter a kiss?"

"I’m not your daughter and it makes me feel stupid."

"You’ll get used to it, we all will." I promised. "Now let’s go see what your new dad and brothers look like."

Kathy and Gail looked pretty good in their brother’s suits with their hair slicked down. A bit on the effeminate side but what could you expect from three females in guy’s suits. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but except for Heather, I couldn’t help feel that Frank, George, and I made better looking girls than they did guys.

Heather had pulled out all the stops in her quest to become my husband. She normally wore her hair short but styled in a very feminine and attractive manner. Now, however, she had it slicked down and restyled to present a very masculine image. Her thin, arched, eyebrows were filled in somehow and were now the normal eyebrows of a man and she now sported a full mustache above her lip.

The six of us stood staring at each other, much like the boys and girls at a grade school dance, each afraid to cross the line to the other side.

Heather broke the stalemate in a dramatic way by walking over to me, putting her arms around me and pulling me close. "Have I ever mentioned that you’re beautiful?" She asked before kissing me. "I’m such a lucky guy to have such a pretty wife."

She caught me by surprise but I wasn’t about to let her intimidate me. I placed my hands in back of her neck, locked my fingers together then in a soft voice I cooed, "I’m a lucky woman to have such a handsome husband as you sweetheart."

Heather didn’t miss a beat; he put her arms around my waist and pulled me tight. She forcefully pressed her lips against mine then began probing with her tongue. When I opened my mouth to accept her tongue her hands dropped down on my back and began rubbing my butt. It felt so good to have her rub the silky fabric of my slip and panties against my skin that I melted into her arms.

"Would you two save that for later please?" Kathy asked.

I reluctantly released my grip on Heather’s tongue but when she tried to move her hands off my butt I whispered to her to leave them there.

I smiled and turned to Kathy. "I couldn’t help myself, your father is such a hunk!"

"Can I help it your mom turns me on?" Heather shrugged. "She’s a very pretty, sexy, lady!"

"I can’t believe you picked out suits and ties for us to wear dad," Kathy said, trying to ignore Heather’s rubbing of my butt. "Couldn’t you guys have picked something more casual?"

"What about this dress?" George asked as he fluffed out his skirt. "What am I, a princess?"

"I picked that out George," Gail admitted. "I thought you’d look pretty in it, I didn’t mean to upset you."

"Relax George," Kathy spoke up. "If we can wear these suits and ties you can wear a dress like that. It used to be Gail’s favorite that’s why she picked it out for you. "

"You really do look nice," Gail said softly. "Really you do."

"Who did your hair?" Kathy asked. "It’s a cute style."

George started to relax. "Frank did, he said it would make me feel better if I looked more like a girl."

"You did a great job Frank," Heather told him. "By the way, you look very attractive in that outfit."

Frank seemed thrilled with the compliments. "Thanks dad, I remembered how you fixed my hair for Halloween that time."

I didn’t think it would hurt to add to Frank’s list of good deeds and it would help get George’s mind off his problems. "Frank helped get George ready so that I could get dressed. He seemed to remember his lessons well."

"You’ll make a wonderful mother some day," Kathy quipped.

"Stop it right now!" Mom ordered. "This whole thing is an attempt to resolve the type of fighting you’re doing now."

"Sorry mom," Kathy said contritely. "I didn’t mean any harm."
"You’re supposed to be calling me dad, remember?" Heather barked. "And you did mean to hurt your brother’s feelings. It had better not happen again, do you understand?"

"Yes dad," Kathy replied. "I won’t do it again."

"Now, with that understood by all we can get down to business" Heather said with a smile. "How does everyone like their outfits?"

"I think it’s really neat dad," Gail spoke up. "Boy’s clothes are a lot different. I wish they were prettier though."

"Sorry honey, pretty is reserved for girl’s clothes," I told her. "But don’t worry, before long you won’t want to wear pretty clothes."

"Do I have to wear a mustache like mom, I mean dad’s wearing?" Kathy asked. "It looks itchy to me."

"Once you start taking male hormones," Heather laughed. "You could grow your own."

Kathy didn’t seem happy with the prospect of being able to have a mustache but she kept quiet, afraid of upsetting her new dad.

"Do we have to wear dresses all the time?" George asked. "Are we ever allowed to wear pants like the girls do?"

"You can wear anything you like sweetie, dresses, skirts, shorts, anything you like." Heather promised. "Girls actually have a lot more variety in clothes than boys do. Personally, I’m going to miss being stuck in pants all the time but it’s the only way left for us."

"Do we have to wear girl’s clothes to school?" Frank asked hesitantly, afraid of what answer he might be given.

"No, only at home for now." Heather assured him. "No one’s going to wear anything that might embarrass them. When you’re a girl you’ll dress like a girl, but not until then."

"Whew, that’s a relief." Frank sighed. "I was worried that you might make me wear a dress to school."

"Since you and George only have two more weeks of school left and no more gym classes, it would be a good idea to start wearing panties all of the time." I suggested.

George’s face went ashen. "I can’t wear girl’s underwear to school, what if someone see them?"
"I already thought about that," Heather spoke up. "I’ll get you two several sets of pretty bikini panties and hip huggers, they’re low cut so they won’t show above your pants."

"I’ll wear boy’s underwear if you want me to George," Gail offered.

"Great idea Gail," I told her. "Kathy, you should do the same as the boys will be doing."

George and Kathy both looked a reprieve but found none. "It’s all settled then, you kids wear your new underwear all of the time from now on, then evenings and weekends it’s complete outfits. Agreed?" I asked.

Four heads nodded slowly.

"Your mom and I will be doing the same thing," Heather assured them. "We’re all in this together remember."

"What about stuff like makeup?" Frank asked. "Should we be wearing it?"

"Shut up frank!" George hissed. "Quit giving mom ideas."

"I think it would be a good idea Frank," Heather agreed. "I’ll be happy to show you three ladies a few things if you like. Some women never bother with it but I’ll leave that up to you."

"Do either of you boys have any questions that your sisters may be able to answer for you?" I asked Kathy and Gail. "We’ll all be taking classes on how to act like men and women but until then ask each other anything you want, okay?" Turning to George and Frank I said. "The same goes for you girls."

Kathy was the first to speak up. "Would someone please show me how to tie a real necktie?" this clip on is bugging me!"

"Come on," Frank said. "I have a few in my room."

"Thanks for the dress Gail," George smiled. "I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t like it. It’s going to be hard getting used to being a girl."

"I’ll bet," Gail laughed. "It’s fun though. You’ll b able to wear all kinds of pretty clothes, and play around with makeup and nail polish, and if you’re sad, you’re allowed to cry without anyone making fun of you. I’m going to miss it I think, but being a boy sounds like fun too."

"It will be, you’ll see." George told her. "You can yell, fight, climb trees, and all kinds of other stuff. Most of the time people won’t yell at you, they just say that you’re being a boy. Of course your teachers will like the girls more than the boys, but it’s still fun being a boy."

"Mom said that you and Frank will start to act like girls soon, did you know that?"

"I don’t think I’ll ever act like a girl," George said emphatically. "Sometimes I think girl’s are silly."

"Mom said it won’t matter," Gail insisted. "You and Frank will act like girls, me and Kathy will act like boys."

"Mom, is that true?" George asked. "What if I don’t want to act like a girl?"

"I’m afraid you won’t be able to help yourself George," I told him. "The hormones we’re going to take are going to make girls out of us, like it or not."

Throughout it all Heather kept rubbing and squeezing my butt, driving me crazy with lust. She gave me a gentle squeeze. "Gail, why don’t you take George and show him the makeup kit you got for Christmas. "He’ll need to learn how to use it.

"But I wanted to use it," She pouted. "You let Kathy wear makeup."

"None of us are going to be wearing any for a little while honey." Heather told her as she gently pushed her to her room. "I’ll get you a better one when we become girls again, okay?"

Gail wasn’t happy but she finally agreed and led George off to his first makeup lesson.

"I wanted to get you alone pretty lady," Heather whispered seductively as she led me off to our bedroom. "You make me horny."

"Have you been taking hormones already?" I asked. "You’ve been acting awfully funny since we saw that counselor.

"If I’m going to be a man," She told me as she pulled me close. "I plan on getting started now. From now on you’re a woman and my pretty wife. I’m going to turn you into a sexy lady and then I’m going to show you exactly what a woman wants a man to do to her in bed. You may not think much of it right now, but when you get the proper equipment you’re going to love it!"

Heather helped me out of my dress, slip, and bra but insisted that I keep my panties, garter belt and nylons on. She took off her suit and before I could laugh at seeing her in a pair of briefs she had me on the bed and was rubbing my nipples between her fingertips. I never thought of my nipples as being very sensitive before but she was really starting to make me horny. I tried to roll over on her but she pushed me back.

"No, you’re the woman now. You never let me on top so now you have to stay on the bottom."

With that she was on top of me rubbing her BVD covered crotch against my Victoria’s Secret covered one. She began kissing my forehead, my cheeks, neck, chest, and a few other interesting places along her way to my ankles. She gently slid off me and slowly removed my panties and began to lick every part of my crotch with one exception.

"Please suck on it," I begged. "Please, you’re driving me crazy, you have to help me."

"I’ll help you, you pretty little thing, but it’s going to be my way. Now just be a good little girl and lay there, you’ll have your relief soon."

Minutes later I erupted like a volcano! I would have never believed I could climax the way she was doing it but I was so very, very, wrong!

"Oh God Heather," I moaned. "That was fantastic. Can we do it again sometime?"

"How about right now?" She teased. "Can you handle it?"

"No, I can’t go again right away." I groaned. "Give me a few minutes at least."

"Fine," She said with a wicked smile as she went to her drawer. "While we’re waiting let’s fix something."

She produced a tube of glue and before I could protest she glued my breast forms to my chest. "Keep holding them until I say to let go." She ordered. "Lay still and do what I say."

She removed my garter belt and nylons then dressed me in a sheer, white, baby doll nightie with matching panties. Next came some powder, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick along with a spritz of her favorite perfume.

"You are a very sexy woman Beth, do you know that?" She whispered as she began to nibble on my ear. "Very sexy."

"Beth?" I moaned as she worked her way to my neck. "Is that my new name?"

"Elizabeth Ann," She told me while licking my neck. "A pretty name for a pretty lady. Do you like it?"

"I love it," I moaned. "I’ll love anything, just don’t stop, please!"

"Good, now say "My name is Beth and I am a sexy woman".

"My name is Beth and I am a sexy woman," I repeated mindlessly as she began working on my crotch with her tongue.

"Tell me that you love being a woman, a sexy woman," She urged. "Tell me or no relief."

"I love it!" I moaned. "I love being a sexy woman."

Heather smiled. "I can’t wait until you do this for me," She said as she took me in her mouth. Seconds later it was all over.

"We’d better get back," I said reluctantly. "The kids will be wondering."

"All right, there’s always later Beth." She teased as I pulled my panties back on. I thought about later, much later, when I would be the one being penetrated. It had a certain appeal to it, in a kinky sort of way, but no matter how much I tried to put it out of my mind, I still wondered if we were doing the right thing.

"Where did this dress come from?" I asked as I Heather zipped me up. "I don’t remember you’re wearing it before."

"I didn’t," She snickered. "I bought it just for you, along with a few other things of course. You’re two sizes bigger than I am so I picked up a few things in your size."

"You planned this whole thing for some time, didn’t you?"

"Almost a month, I would have been really upset if you hadn’t agreed. I’d have hated to return all the pretty clothes and stuff I got for you."

"This isn’t right Heather, you’re tricking me! You’re turning me and the boys into females for some silly game."

"It’s not a game," She said firmly. "It really is our last chance. I took a gamble that you’d go along and bought some things to help you. You said you liked it, remember?"

"I would have said anything at that time and you know it!"

Heather sighed deeply. "Fine, if you don’t trust me, if you really want to back out, go ahead. I won’t stop you."

"You’ll forget this whole idea and stay with me?"

"No. I promised that I’d take the girls and leave and that’s exactly what will happen. It’s your choice, be a woman, or be alone."

I thought about it for maybe ten seconds. "This dress is just a little tight, you wouldn’t happen to have something more comfortable for me, would you?" I smiled.

Heather brought out a silky pink shell top and a long, cream colored, pleated skirt with pink flowers on it, "A little more feminine, do you mind?"

"It’s very pretty," I said as I stepped out of my dress. "Do you think I’ll look good in it?"

"I could make you beautiful if you’ll let me," She teased.

A thought suddenly popped into my head and I started to laugh. "I suppose I’m Elizabeth Doolittle, you’re Henry Higggins, and I’m about to become your fair lady?"

"You certainly are my love," Heather told me with a leer. "But Henry sounds so nerd like, I want a better, more masculine name."

"How about Sean?" I asked. "As in Sean Connery? You can’t get more masculine than James Bond, right?"

"Sean it is!" Heather exclaimed. "But we’ll make Henry my middle name, I like the My Fair Lady angle.

I exchanged my short half slip for a longer one and a camisole to keep my sheer top from being a little too sexy then sat and let Heather do me over with her makeup and a shoulder length brown wig that she just happened to have lying around. She wouldn’t let me see myself until she was completely done and I had my skirt and top on.

"What do you think Beth?" She asked as she uncovered the mirror. "Woman enough to pull it off?"

I stared in amazement at the lovely woman in the mirror. Her makeup and hair were perfect and her outfit was very feminine without being at all flashy.

"If I wasn’t already married, I’d take her in a second." I said in awe. "I can’t believe it’s really me."

"It’s you all right, and you’re all mine." With that she planted a kiss on my lips that made my spine tingle. "I’m going to make you a very happy woman Beth."

"I can’t wait," Were the only words that seemed appropriate.

The kids were impressed with the way their new mom looked, both the boys and the girls complimented me on how pretty I looked. They had obviously been experimenting too. George was sporting a pink bow clipped into his hair and a touch of lipstick. Kathy and Gail had ditched their suits and ties for more comfortable jeans and jerseys compliments of their brothers and Frank wore a touch of lipstick, eyeshadow and blush along with a faint scent of Kathy’s cologne.

The rest of the evening found the family experimenting with different looks, for the boys and me it was miniskirts versus long skirts versus slacks. Mixing and matching different tops, slacks, and skirts to come up with different looks.

The girls felt a little left out since all they could do was to change different shirts or jerseys with slacks, shorts, or jeans. They did seem to appreciate that they would no longer have to shave their legs or worry about their hair or makeup though.

"I’ll be able to get an extra hour of sleep in the mornings if I don’t have to do my hair or put makeup on, " Kathy commented. "I hated getting up early just to do that, it always bugged me that Frank didn’t have to do it."

"I think that the girls got away with murder in school," George complained. "The teachers always yelled at the boys but never yelled at the girls."

"Girls have it made when it comes to dating," Frank added. "Boys have to get up the guts to ask a girl out and then she tells him no, no reason, just no. If she says yes then we have to pay for everything!"

"You won’t worry about that much longer," Heather said with a warm smile. "Soon you’ll be the pretty girl that boys are dying to date."

"I guess another good thing about being a boy is that I won’t have to worry about how I sit cause I won’t be wearing dresses anymore!" Kathy laughed. "You’re going to love having to keep your legs together so boys won’t look up your skirt," She told Frank. "Not to mention that they’ll stare at your chest when they talk to you!"

"We’ll manage, won’t we girls?" I asked. "Frank and George looked at me for several long seconds then gave an enthusiastic reply. "We sure will mom!"

The kids swapped rooms that night. Frank and George spent their first night in nightgowns while the girls wore their old PJ’s. I’m sure that we all felt self conscious, the boys ended up in harem girl style PJ’s, while the girls got stuck with the boy’s old baseball uniform style PJ’s. I had on my blue nightgown with the lace trim at the sleeves and neck while Heather made do with a pair of my jogging pants and a Tee shirt. We watched TV in our new sleepwear but no one said a word, afraid that laughing at someone would bring the same laughter and ridicule down on him or her.

The next morning’s breakfast was quiet one with none of the bickering or name calling of the past. The boys were clearly uncomfortable in their girlish outfits, as were the girls in their brothers PJ’s. I noticed that the boys were much calmer than usual though. Could it be that just being dressed so girlishly had a calming effect on them? Did their behavior correspond to their clothing?

Everyone looks very nice this morning," Heather told them. "How do you like your new PJ’s?"

"They’re okay I guess," Kathy shrugged. "They’re comfortable, a little heavier than what I’m used to though."

"Are we going to be stuck wearing matching outfits as boys too?" Gail groaned. "I hated wearing the same things as Kathy."

"I’m not wearing anything he wears!" Frank pointed to George. "It’s bad enough to have to dress like a girl but I’m not going to wear cute matching outfits."

"Same here," George added. "If he wears it, I won’t."

"I’ll try to keep the matching outfits to the bare minimum girls," I agreed. "How about just one or two mother daughter sets for special occasions?"

"I wouldn’t mind!" Kathy cheerfully volunteered.

"No son of mine is going to run around in dresses." Heather reminded her. "When we go full time it’s all day, every day."

"Just thought I’d ask." Kathy said meekly.

"Monday’s the day isn’t it?" George asked. "We’ll start changing after that huh?"

"It will be gradual at first," Heather told him as though talking about the weather. "You won’t notice the changes for a couple of weeks."

"When do Kathy and I get our pee-pees?" Gail asked excitedly. "I can’t wait!"

"Probably in a month dear, your mom and I will get changed first, then Kathy and Frank, you and George will be last." Heather could have been talking about haircuts for all the emotion she displayed. The kids naturally seemed worried but to Heather it was just a small adjustment.

I couldn’t believe it when Gail started to complain. "It’s not fair," She cried. "Kathy gets to do everything first, can’t I be the first to get a pee-pee?"

"Do you understand what’s going to happen to you honey?" I asked. "This isn’t a game."

"Sure," Gail replied happily. "Mommy, I mean daddy, told me and Kathy all about it. We’re going to be boys and have Pee-pee’s. George and Frank are going to be the girls and me and Kathy will be the boys."

I looked at Heather who shrugged. "Why not let her?"

"I don’t mind waiting," Kathy added. "I’ve done without one this long, I’m sure that I can wait a little longer."

I gave up; I never could win an argument with Heather. I had already agreed to her harebrained scheme, what difference would it make who went first?

"Fine, if you want to be first, go right ahead."

"Care to join Gail in going first George?" Heather asked as though it was some sort of privilege.

"Please say yes, George." Gail urged. "It would be so cool to switch at the same time!"

"But I really don’t want to be a girl," George said sadly.

"But we have to switch," Gail insisted. "Please, please, please, be my sister?"

George had his share of arguments with the girls but he’d always been close to Gail and had never been able to turn her down if she really wanted something. This time was no different.

"All right," George finally relented. "Can I become a girl when Gail becomes a boy?" He asked.

"Certainly," Heather told him as she kissed him on the head. "Don’t worry, you’re going to be so cute as a girl!"

George took the odd comment as a compliment. "I hope so," He said sadly. "It’s still so weird though."

Heather seemed satisfied that all was proceeding on course. "After we clean up the dishes I want you kids to spend time trying on the clothes in your new rooms. Let me know how everything fits, if there are any problems we’ll get you new things that fit right."

"Kathy’s outfits are a little big in the chest," Frank spoke up. "Her pants are a little baggy in the butt too."

"Your pants are tight on my butt," Kathy shot back. "Don’t you have any butt?"

"That’s enough," Heather told them. "Kathy’s built a little differently than you are right now Frank. Her things will fit you well enough in about a month when you start filling out like a girl. For now though, we’ll get you padded bras which will give you a bigger bust."

"Frank’s things will fit you better then too Kathy," I told her. "Your butt won’t be quite as big then."

Kathy seemed horrified and I felt bad having to remind her that her brother’s clothes would eventually fit her but she held her comments. The kids all finished, then excused themselves to follow Heather’s directions and try on their newly acquired wardrobes.

I caught sight of the kids throughout the day as we all went through our new closets and helped each other with zippers and ties. Frank seemed comfortable in a white denim skirt, yellow sleeveless top, and sandals while Kathy seemed to be doing well enough in a pair of cargo pants and a Tee shirt. Gail had gotten to George though and managed to get him decked out in a pink sundress with spaghetti strap ties and a band of lace across the chest. He wore glossy pink lipstick, a pink ribbon had been clipped into his hair, which had been brushed into a girlish style with bangs, and Gail’s bright pink sneakers covered a pair of her white, lace cuffed socks. I couldn’t begin to imagine how she had talked him into wearing all of those things let alone let her paint his nails to match his lipstick!

As he passed Kathy she stopped and stared at him. "Except for your hair you look just like Gail!" She exclaimed. "I see she’s been practicing with her makeup kit?"

"Yeah, she bet me that I wouldn’t wear this dress," He nodded. "She said I was too chicken. Once I got the dress and underwear on the makeup didn’t seem like such a big deal."

"You’re very pretty," Kathy said. "I don’t mean to upset you but I can’t believe you’re not my little sister. I wonder if Frank is going to look like me?"

"Let’s find out," George chuckled. "Hey Frank, come here please." He called.

Heather came into the room just as Frank was refusing to go along with the makeover that had been planned for him.

"Don’t be a spoilsport Frank," She chided. "It’s all in fun and you’re going to have to get used to it sooner or later anyhow. Just pretend it’s Halloween again, okay?"

Frank hesitated then nodded acceptance.

"This is going to be so cool!" Kathy told him as she led him off to her old room. "I’m going to make you so pretty!"

Heather smiled and turned to me as the kids walked off. "That only leaves you,"

"Why not," I said. "I’ve been wondering what I’ll look like."

"You’ll be beautiful, trust me. Men will go weak at the sight of you but you’re my girl!"

"I can’t imagine myself as a beautiful woman. Just as long as I look like a woman, I can do without the beautiful part."

"No, I work hard to look good for you and I’m not going to accept anything but the best from my wife." She insisted. "I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being a sexy woman and I expect you to use what you’re taught!"

That was the end of what little discussion there was about my becoming beautiful. Heather went to the closet and brought out another dress that just happened to fit me. It was incredible, stunning; creamy white with a softly pleated skirt, sheer from the bust to the shoulders, with sheer sleeves and a white silk jacket, it was sure to turn the head of any man the wearer passed. She had me change into white satin lingerie which she said would help set my mood then handed me a pair of the sheerest nylons I’d ever seen to attach to my garters.

"Let yourself go Beth," She whispered as she zipped the back of my new dress. "Feel the sensuous tug of your garters against your silky nylons, let yourself be overcome by the satiny lingerie as it caresses your smooth body. You’re more than beautiful," She told me. "You’re the most attractive, desirable woman that ever lived. If you entered the Mrs. America contest the other women would quit, they’d know that they couldn’t possibly hope to compete with a woman like you."

"I’m flattered, believe me, but I can’t seem to imagine myself as a beautiful woman. I’m sorry."

"It’s okay Beth, it’s hard to do now but once you start on hormones you’ll find it will get easier and easier to forget that you were ever a man."

"But I don’t want to feel like that," I tried to explain. "I understand that I have to fit in as a woman but I don’t ever want to forget that I’m a man. When this is all over I want to be your husband again."

"I think that you have the potential to be a beautiful woman," Heather insisted. "It would be a waste to be ordinary when you could be beautiful. Imagine a beautiful woman, men seek her out, women envy her. You could be that woman."

"I’d rather be your husband."

"I’ll be your husband, I’ll take care of you and I’ll love you. It’s an experience you’ll never forget and you’ll be a better person for it."

"A better man?" I had to ask.

"That will be up to you," Heather kissed me and held me tight. "But I promise that I’ll always be right there with you."

As I sat and worried Heather busied herself applying cosmetics to my face. "Try to remember what I’m doing," She ordered. "You’ll learn all about this in class but it will help if you know a little before hand."

She calmly told me all about lipstick, lip-liner, eyeshadow, blush, powder, foundation, and a myriad of other concoctions that she said I’d need to know about. She couldn’t have been more at ease if it had been our daughter Kathy sitting here rather than her husband. To her I was just another girl who needed to learn the mechanics of making herself beautiful.

"Once we change does that mean I’ll have to scratch my crotch every morning?" She joked.

"It comes with being a guy," I teased. "You’ll also find that you’re sense of direction will improve to the point where it will no longer be necessary to stop and ask for directions. I’m going to miss that."

"I’ll miss the ability to think with my brain." Heather shot right back. "Men think with other parts of their bodies."

"I still can’t believe this is all happening to us, it’s surprising that the kids are going along with the idea."

"None of us really wanted to split up so we’re all going along." Heather said. "Still, it was awfully sweet of George to let Gail pretty him up like she did."

"What about me?" I pouted. "I’m letting you pretty me up, don’t I get an atta boy?"

"No, you get an atta girl," Heather corrected. "You have to stop thinking of yourself as a man Beth."

"But I am still a man, for now at least."

"Give it up Beth," She laughed. "Tomorrow we get the first of the shots that will change us. Quit trying to hold onto something that’s gone."

"I’m sorry," I laughed. "It’s just that it’s so strange. I mean if someone came in right now, how would we explain that a woman dressed like a man is putting makeup on a man dressed like a woman?"

"No one will ever see us until you’re a woman putting on your own makeup dear. It will all seem perfectly natural then."

No matter how I tried to show her that we were doing something odd, Heather always had a logical reason to justify it. I guess she was right, I was trying to hold onto my manhood. It was time to let it go and become the woman I seemed destined to be. I could smell the perfume I was wearing, it was a scent that had always turned m eon when Heather wore it and now she was using it to tease me. She was telling me that she was taking over my role, she would be the family breadwinner and I would be the sweet little housewife. In the past I had worried about bills, getting the car fixed, and who was likely to win on Monday Night Football. They would all be Heather’s problems from now on, all I would have to worry about would be driving the kids to whatever activities they were involved in, getting dinner on the table, and pleasing my husband.

Heather had made it very clear that she planned on being an aggressive lover and expected me to submit to her sexual demands as she had done to mine over the years. She told me that she expected me to keep myself in shape and look pretty for her but she would leave the means up to me. She suggested that I might enjoy spending hours at the beauty parlor, or soaking in luxurious scented bath oils to keep my skin soft, or joining an aerobics class to keep my figure looking young and desirable. If I relaxed and put my fears out of my head, it all seemed so wonderful and I couldn’t help but feel anxious to become her lovely wife!

"Will you do that for me Beth," She asked as she clipped pearl earrings to my ears. "Will you be my wife and let me take care of you?"

I forced all my fears and doubts from my mind. "Yes Sean," I promised. "I’ll be a woman, a beautiful woman, your wife. I’ll make you proud of me, I promise." I could suddenly feel the sensuous tug of my nylons against my garters, the erotic feeling of my slip and panties rubbing against my bare flesh, I could feel it all now and I loved what I felt! Heather leaned forward and kissed me with more passion than she had done in years. Our lips locked together and our tongues met as I pulled her onto my lap.

"I don’t want to mess up your lipstick," She muttered as she broke off the kiss.

"I’ll redo it," I promised as I pulled her close. "I love you Sean." I whispered just before our lips met again.

The kids were stunned when they saw the new me.

"You look great mom," Kathy gushed as she gave me an inspection only a female could give. "Is that dress new?"

I swished the hem of my skirt back and forth in as feminine a manner as I could. "Yes it is," I said proudly. "Your dad bought it for me, do you like it?"

"It’s perfect for you mom," Gail said. "That was very sweet of daddy."

I felt Heather put her arm around my waist so I snuggled closer to her. "Yes, he is such a sweetheart. That’s why I’m such a lucky woman!"

"Where are Frank and George?" I asked. "I thought you and Gail were fixing them up?"

"We made a switch," Kathy laughed. "We decided that since we were twins, it would be simpler if we became each other. I’m now Frank and this is my little brother George."

"The girls will be out in a minute mom," My new youngest son told me. "Kathy wanted to fix their makeup herself."

Just then a door opened and two pretty girls walked out of a bedroom. Kathy, formerly Frank, looked perfect in a sleeveless, pink dress, white stockings, pink pumps, and a white jacket. His hair was fixed in a unisex style with bangs that helped push it to the girl side of the fence. His makeup was tastefully applied with eyeshadow to match his outfit, light pink blush on his cheeks, and a coral lipstick that offset the pale outfit.

George made a sweet girl in a sleeveless white sundress with ruffled trim around the armholes and hem. He wore just a touch of blush on his cheeks and a lip-gloss that was perfect for his age. His tan nylons and low heeled white pumps gave the impression of a young girl who would most certainly develop into a very lovely young woman in a few short years.

"You girls look very nice," I said with a smile. "Kathy, you’re going to have to beat the boys back with a club and Gail is certainly going to break many a junior high school boys heart!"

The new Gail shook her head. "Thanks mom, that’s all I need, boy’s drooling over me."

"It might not be that bad," I smiled at Sean. "It feels nice to have someone think that you’re pretty."

"I hope I never have to find that out," Kathy said. "I think I’d freak if a boy came on to me!"

"You’re not going to freak, as you put it," Sean reminded her. "You’ll almost certainly respond the way any other girl your age would. If he’s cute or you think there’s something special about him, you’ll smile and probably even flirt a little to encourage him. From what I’ve been able to find out about the effects of the hormones I’d be very surprised if you didn’t."

"I’ll never flirt with a boy!" Kathy shouted indignantly.

"Me either!" Gail added.

"Don’t get upset over it now," I advised them. "Daddy said we’ll have plenty of time to ask questions and get used to our new feelings." I kissed Sean on the cheek. "So far I think I’m going to like it!"

"I guess George and I will fill the same way about girls?" Frank asked. "I mean we’ll want to do things like let them hold us and kiss us like you and daddy are doing?"

"It’s all going to be up to you boys," Sean said while wrapping his arms around my waist. "But from what I’ve seen, being a boy is going to be so much better than being a girl!"

Kathy turned to her new brother. "I think we should talk about this Frank, you know a lot more about guys than I do. Maybe you can tell me what to expect.

"Okay, and you can tell me everything you know about girls." Frank agreed. "Hey, I’ve got some fake nails that would look great with that outfit, wanna try them?"

"Sure, I’m a girl now right?"

Kathy and Frank went off to talk about dating. Gail wanted to follow but George had other plans for his new sister. "Come on," He told her. "Their gonna talk about mushy stuff, let’s go back to your room, I’ve got some really neat outfits for you to wear!"

While the kids were playing Sean and I snuggled together on the sofa to watch a movie. His hands were all over me, driving me wild with desire.

"This is what I’m going to do to you whenever I get you alone Beth." He promised as he nibbled on my earlobe. "I’m going to get you all hot and bothered and then I’m going to screw your pretty little brains out!
Maybe we’ll go on one of those second honeymoon getaways for a little kinky sex, what do you think?"

The idea of a second honeymoon suddenly triggered another thought in my head. "Sean, will you marry me?" I asked in the softest, sexiest voice I could manage. "Please?"

"We’re already married, sweet thing," My lover whispered as he rubbed my butt through my dress. "We can skip the preliminaries and get right to the main event, fantastic sex!"

"No Sean," I said petulantly. "I’m serious. I want to get married all over again. I want to wear a beautiful gown and sexy lingerie and say "I do" to the man I love. After that I want you to make a woman out of me. I want to scream in delight as you give me one orgasm after another. Can we do that? Please?"

Sean just smiled at me as though I were a little girl. I didn’t care though; I was willing to do whatever it took to get him to agree.

"All right baby," He nodded. "I’ll marry you and it will be my pleasure to make you my woman!"

"Oh goody!" I giggled in delight as I snuggled into his arms. I gave him a quick kiss then settled down to watch the movie. It was tough to concentrate though, Sean kept running his hand under my dress and toying with my garters. He was driving me mad, I wish I had thought to do that to him when he was still Heather, I’m sure we could have had some great sex!

That night I had strange dreams of being at work in the department store dressed as Beth. My coworkers pointed, laughed, and derided me. I tried to buy a man’s suit from another department but I didn’t have any money or credit card. I lost several sales as soon as customers realized that I was a man and my boss called me in and fired me. When I went to leave I discovered that my car was missing and had to walk home. I was so humiliated that when I finally got home I cried for hours.

The next morning I confided my fears to my wife. "I don’t know if I can do this," I told her as she I pulled a pair of slacks over my panties. "I could be ruined if anyone finds out that I’m really a man. Think of the kids, they’ll be harassed every day in school, they’ll have no friends, it will be a disaster."

"You’re absolutely right." She agreed to my surprise.

"I am?"

"Yes if anyone were to find out you probably would be ruined, the kids would certainly be harassed, our lives would be pure hell."

"Then you’re willing to reconsider?"

"No, absolutely not."

"But you said…"

She smiled as though dealing with a child. "I said, "If anyone found out", they won’t, now get dressed Beth."

I knew better then to argue; all I could do was trust that she knew what she was doing.

We were all given physicals and then met with the counselor. He was very nice, explaining to the kids what was going to happen and what they could expect.

No, he explained, the boys could not possibly get pregnant even though they would have functional external female genitals. No, the girls could not impregnate another girl either. He calmly explained the expected breast development to the boys and the lack of menstrual periods to the girls. We would all go to classes to help us fit in to our new worlds and when we were done no one would be able to tell that we weren’t what we appeared to be.

Having the kids take on their twin’s identities was considered an excellent idea; it would involve far less paperwork and adjustment for the kids themselves. All of our old records would quietly be changed to Sean’s maiden name of Adams and I would become the former Elizabeth Ann Connors or Mrs. Sean Adams. He would look for work in the computer operations field which he had studied in college, I would, at least temporarily, be a housewife. Our house would be rented out for the two-year period, if we decided to return it would be available and we would be assisted in finding jobs and resuming our old lives. If we decided not to return to our old lives the house would then be sold and we would remain as we were for the rest of our lives.

A small, time released capsule would be inserted into us that would block our natural hormone production. The boys and I would have our testosterone levels reduced to what a woman has while the girls would experience the same reduction in estrogen. In a short while another capsule containing our new hormones would be inserted and then we would undergo the operations to change our physical sex. In less than a month any so us would be able to undergo a physical exam without worry of discovery.

"But I thought it would take at least two months?" I asked wondering what the rush was. Maybe with another month I could get the whole thing dropped.

"Your physical exams show that you’ll all be receptive to the procedure," I was told. "A few weeks of hormone therapy will be enough before your surgeries so there’s no need to wait. Once the children are out of school we can safely schedule their surgeries."

We signed papers to transfer our records then were led one by one back to the exam room where we dropped our pants and had the hormone suppressant inserted.

"See how easy that was," Sean chattered as we drove home. "We’ll be starting our new lives in two weeks"

I just sat silently. My last hope of stopping this nonsense had evaporated before my eyes; I was going to be Mrs. Sean Adams in two short weeks.

The next few weeks were a blur, we were busy packing and meeting with a realtor to put our current house up for rent and decide on a new home in Illinois, where we would soon be living. I turned in my notice at work, the kids and Sean said their farewells and we were off to Illinois where we were met at the airport and escorted to a hotel where we would stay until our hospital stay, after we recovered we would move into our new home.

We got the call on a Tuesday; two of us should be ready in the morning to make the big change.

George was thrilled with the news. "Remember, we’re going to be first!"

"Great," Gail responded with a quick look at his crotch. "Just great."

It took a full week before the entire family was healed and headed home.

We were still a little sore but far less than I had expected we’d be. Sean looked good in a short sleeved shirt and slacks; his shirt lay flat against his chest and his arms were beginning to develop more muscle tone, the result of daily workouts with weights. His hair had been trimmed into a masculine style and there was already some evidence of facial hair. I couldn’t help but think that he made a very cute guy and had definite "Hunk" potential!

Frank and George both sported very trendy boy’s hairstyles and their bodies, although still a little on the soft side, were no longer round and curvy. Their voices were still a little high but we would all be working with a voice coach to train our voices to hit just the right pitch for our new genders.

Kathy and Gail of course had obviously changed after weeks of female hormones. They looked much softer, with fuller butts and somewhat wider hips. They had been given permanents and hairstyles that, though short, still clearly identified them as girls. Kathy had small breast implants bringing her to a well-rounded thirty-two B cup bra which to his chagrin were quite sensitive.

"How come she’s got boobs and I don’t?" Gail asked one day.

"Yours will grow," George piped in. "Mine were already starting."

"Trust me, they’re nothing to write home about." Kathy told him. "I can’t sleep on my stomach anymore and I have to wear a bra all the time."

"I wear a bra too you know," Gail pouted. "It’s a training bra but it’s still a bra."

"The doctor said you’d start developing in a couple of weeks Gail," I told her. "By this time next year you’ll need to wear a bra too."

"What size are yours mom?" Kathy asked as Sean and the boys left the room. "What do you think of them?"

I’m only a thirty four B," I said as I looked down at my bustline. "They tell me that I’ll end up as a thirty six C soon though."

"Are they sensitive?" She asked. "I mean when you take a shower?"

"Very, sensitive," I giggled. "I try not to let the water hit them directly when I’m showering."

"I’ll have to remember that," She promised with a smile.

I looked in her eyes and knew she understood my meaning. It wouldn’t be long before she found the pleasures of her new breasts. I had a feeling that she’d be taking longer showers from now on.

The hormones had exactly the effect on me that Sean hoped they would. As he showered the first night in our new home I quickly undressed and joined him.

I soaped his back with one hand while rubbing his chest with my other. "When are you going to get some hairs for me to run my fingers through?" I teased. "I’ll bet George has more chest hair than you do!"

Sean grabbed my hand and quickly put it right where he wanted it, on a rock hard erection. "Do you think George can match this?" He asked as he turned to face me.

It was my first look at him fully erect. "Oh my God," I gasped in surprise and I admit, some measure of delight. "You’re bigger than I was! Are you sure that monster is going to fit into little me?"

"Only one way to know for sure," He laughed as he pinned me against the opposite wall of the shower. Using his added strength he lifted me s few inches off the floor and gently lowered me onto his erection.

There was a slight, very slight, moment of discomfort as he took my virginity then I was overcome with waves of pleasure that seemed to radiate to all parts of my body as he slowly pumped away.

"Why on earth would you give up something this wonderful?" I moaned as he kissed my neck. "I’ve never had anything that could compare to this!"

"I gave it up for us honey," He whispered in a low sexy voice. "I wanted you to know what it was like to be me."

"You are without a doubt the sweetest man in the whole world." I moaned in delight.

"It’s not going to be all great sex my love," He smiled. "But I’ll give you all that I can."

"I’ll take all that I can get," I said as I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming as my first orgasm washed over me. Seconds later I felt something throbbing inside of me. I looked at Sean. His eyes seemed unfocused, and he was shaking.

"Are you okay honey?"

"I’m terrific!" He whispered. "That was unreal, we should have done this years ago!"

"There’s more to being a guy than sex, you know." I pointed out as he nibbled on my breasts. "We both have a lot to learn, don’t we."

"One thing at a time," He whispered as he stuck his tongue in my mouth and began to rub my crotch with his fingers. "I’m going to concentrate on learning how to please my sexy wife first."

I was in Heaven, completely overwhelmed, out of my mind with lust! "That’s important," I gasped as I had another orgasm. "Very important, now be a good boy and continue your lessons."

Sean continued as instructed and the wonderful boy gave me two more orgasms before I had to reluctantly beg him to stop. As a reward for learning so well I gave him the best oral sex he’d ever had as soon as we got to bed.

"I may not want to switch back," He groaned as I bobbed up and down on his newly created organ. "I can understand why you enjoyed this so much before."

Between Sean’s loving touches and the hormones coursing through my body I was thankful that I had become a woman and didn’t care if we ever changed back. I was experiencing totally new emotions and feeling more in love than ever before.

I woke Sean the next morning by licking his organ and was rewarded with an instant erection. Just as his eyes were starting to open I pulled my nightgown up, my panties off, and lowered myself onto his erection.

"I love you Sean Adams" I giggled as he woke up. He realized what was going on and quickly pulled me down to his chest.

"I love you too Beth," He whispered softly in my ear. I felt an incredible sense of security and happiness while being held in Sean’s arms. I had no cares in the world as long as my husband was holding me.

"I can’t get over how strong and powerful I feel when I’m with you," He confided.

"Just a normal part of being a man," I said sweetly. "I feel all weak and helpless when I’m with you but somehow it doesn’t matter. I never expected the hormones to make me feel this way."

"It’s quite a change," He said just before he climaxed. "Women have no idea what they mean to men."

"I do now honey," I cooed. "And I promise to be the best wife I can for you."

Sean rolled me onto my back without slipping out of me then began pushing me to another mind-blowing orgasm. "I decide what position we use, okay. Your job is to be sweet and submissive."

I felt like arguing with him for a brief second but instead I smiled and agreed. "Yes dear," I told him. "After all, you’re the man."

After making love I selected a pretty set of lingerie to wear under my dress. I steered away from the sexy things I had in favor of some plainer items.

"I think you should wear something more feminine." Sean told me. "Those things are too plain."

"I’m sorry dear," I apologized. "I’ll change."

I had done it to Heather many times in the past so now that the panties were on me, it was my turn to adapt, to submit to my husband as I insisted on my wife doing. I chose a pair of all lace panties with a satin bra. "Will this be okay?" I asked. "I was thinking of wearing slacks today."

"That’s fine," Sean smiled. "I love checking out your pretty little butt when you wear slacks."

"That’s so sweet of you Sean," I said coyly. "I’m joining an aerobics class to keep in shape."

Sean put his arms around me and pulled me close. "I love the shape you have sweetheart," He said. "I love everything about you."

How could I hope to resist a man who could make me feel thankful that I was a woman? Sean knew all the right things to say, all the right times to say them, and all the right places to touch me. I wondered if they had accidentally overdosed me on estrogen. Of course, even if they had, all I would do would be to thank them profusely.

A short time ago I would have been holding Heather and telling her how much I loved her. Now I was standing in a bra and panties hoping my husband would find a little time to make love to me again. The boys my wife and I had raised were now pretty girls and their sisters were handsome young men. Any other man would have run screaming from this crazy situation but I just wanted to run into my husband’s arms and tell him that I loved him.

Our classes lasted all day and were extremely thorough. I couldn’t wait to get home and compare notes with Sean to see what he had learned. It surprised me that there were close to twenty of us in my class. All, like me, had been married men but had thought their marriages were important enough to save that they were willing to become wives and mothers.

The instructors assumed that we were complete novices and started us off with basic skills such as how to fasten a bra, what lingerie to wear when, makeup skills, and how to put together a wardrobe. Once we mastered the basic skills they promised us that we would advance to housekeeping, cooking and baking lessons. Only when we were thoroughly skilled in the traditional feminine arts would we advance to lessons in lovemaking, how to please our husbands and how to help them please us as women. I was determined to get through the basics as fast as possible, I couldn’t wait to learn more ways to sexually please Sean.

I practiced my cooking lessons on the family that evening and things went well for my first time. Everything was perfectly done, the table was nicely set by the girls and best of all, no one got sick. I was so proud of myself that evening.

We all had a wonderful time discussing our classes over dinner. The girls were learning basic wardrobe and makeup skills, along with voice lessons. I had already demonstrated my cooking skills so Sean and the boys launched into a discussion of sports.

"This is boring girls," I said to my daughters. "How about we girls talk about interesting things like clothes and boys while we do dishes?"

While the guys talked about sports my daughters and I chatted away about class. Kathy was amazed at how much girls had to know about fashion. "There’s so much to learn mom." She sighed. "We have to learn how to cook, bake, sew, and keep house before they’ll teach us the good stuff."

"What’s the good stuff?" I asked wondering if the course would deal much with boys.

Kathy started to blush. "Boys." She said with a smile. "How to get their attention, how to get them to ask you out, what to do on a date. Stuff like that."

"I thought you weren’t going to date?" I teased. "You were going to remain chaste until we switched back, weren’t you?"

"I can’t help it mom," She confessed. "I feel different anymore, not like a boy in a dress but like a girl. Know what I mean?"

"You are a girl now Kathy, that’s why you feel that way. We can’t help ourselves, I want your dad to think of me as the most beautiful woman on earth just as I think he’s the sexiest man alive."

"So you two have, well, you’ve been intimate?" Kathy raised her eyebrows. "Have you?"

"Of course we have," I told her. "He is my husband and we do love each other."

"Did it feel funny?" Gail asked. "Did you like being a woman?"

"It felt wonderful Gail, and yes I love being a woman as long as I can be married to a great man like your father."

"How do you feel Gail?" Kathy asked. "Have you noticed anything different?"

Gail shook her head. "I guess so, I really like my new clothes a lot more lately. I have some really pretty dresses and so many shoes." She hesitated briefly. "And I can’t wait to wear a real bra instead of these Tee shirt things."

"Maybe we can go shopping soon and buy you some pretty bras in your size." I offered. "How does that sound?"

"Oh mommy, I’d love it!" She screamed as she threw her arms around my neck. "I’ll never take them off, I promise."

"While we’re out do you think we could pick up some makeup for me?" Kathy asked. "Let’s face it, I didn’t have much to begin with."

"Makeup and new bras it will be!" I agreed. "I could use some new clothes myself."

We paid attention in class and we adjusted to our new lives reasonably well. It took a good bit of prodding to get Kathy to wear her first bikini but the more often she wore it the more she loved the way she looked in it. The boys didn’t mind going topless at all, Frank was proud to show off his new muscles and George was thrilled not to have to wear a frilly suit with straps that kept falling down.

Sean’s workout program combined with the infusion of hormones was really making a difference in his looks. Where he once had soft breasts he now had hard, well-defined, chest muscles. His formerly thin forearms were now thick and strong, a fact he loved to demonstrate by lifting me off my feet when he wanted a kiss. I loved the way my hunk of a husband looked and felt so proud when women stared as he walked along the beach.

While I enjoyed seeing other women drool as my husband walked by it was nothing compared to how I felt as men watched me walk by in my bikini. Kathy had a cute shape, small breasts and a cute butt, but my shape was anything but cute. I was a hot looking woman and I knew it! I had full firm breasts that strained against my top while the bottom of my suit could just contain my firm butt.

I loved the attention I got from men but I never, ever tried to flirt with them or show any interest. The love of my life was Sean Adams, a strong, sexy man who knew how to make me glad to be a woman. No other man could possibly be as caring, affectionate, and sexy as my guy could!

Sean landed a job in computer operations, making a great deal more than I ever made as a salesman, the kids made new friends and I settled into a comfortable life as a wife and mother. I cooked, cleaned the house, did the shopping, played chauffeur for the kids, and took very good care of my husband.

I’ll never forget the day Sean asked me what I had learned in class. I smiled, looked at the kids and promised to talk to him about it later. That night, as we prepared for bed he asked me again.

"If you must know," I teased. "Today’s class could be summed up as "So many positions, so little time.""

"Sounds fascinating," He laughed. "Did you learn anything useful?"

"Many things, my love, many useful things." I said seductively as I started to strip. "For example, did you know that your breasts can be an erogenous zone?"

"Sorry, those days are gone." He laughed. "Must have been a wrong chapter in the book."

Instead of replying I pushed him back onto the bed and began to show him just how wrong he was. Minutes later he was rock hard and begging for relief.

"Oh nom, my sweet," I whispered. "Not just yet. I still have several more things to show you."

I took his erection in my hand and began stroking him, slowly at first then faster and faster until he was ready to climax.

"Not yet baby," I told him with an evil grin as I clamped down on him with all my strength. "You can come when I say it’s okay."

I held him tight for several minutes until his erection began to subside then began to stroke him again. Once again, as soon as he was ready I clamped down.

"Imagine my doing that with my vaginal muscles sweetie," I teased. "You slide this monster into my slippery little hole, pump to your hearts content then just as you’re about to come I clamp down on you. With this little trick I can keep you hard for hours!"

"You wouldn’t dare!" He said with a look of horror on his face. "I couldn’t stand it."

"Let’s see if you can stand this," I suggested as I began to lick the tip of his organ. No touching but my tongue, "It’s supposed to be very erotic."

His back arched as he began to scream, "Yes, yes, very erotic, yes!"

"Calm down or you’ll wake the kids up." I said as calmly as if he had stubbed his toe. "Now, last but not least." I started to lick and tickle him under the sack which held his fake testicles, in reality, small, time release, hormone pods.

Sean went wild, thrashing all about, arms and legs quivering; shaking like he’d just grabbed onto a power line.

"Please Beth, relief," He begged and cried. "Please!"

"If you insist," I shrugged. "But I’m not about to let this go to waste."

I climbed on top and slowly lowered and raised myself on his rigid member.

"Beth please!" He begged.

I didn’t want to hurt my lover in any way so I quickened the pace until we both got our relief. He lay there on my shoulder staring into my eyes.

"You are one hell of a woman." He said before dropping off to sleep exhausted. I was sure he’d still have that smile on his face when he went to work in the morning.

I took good care of my family if I do say so myself. The house was always very neat, dinner was ready when Sean came home and it was always a delicious dinner. I joined an aerobics class and last five pounds, helped the kids with any problems they were having, and kept my husband satisfied. I really got into the role of being a wife and mother; it felt good to look around and see a well kept home, happy children, and to know that my husband was in love with me. I couldn’t remember being quite this happy and content as John.

School started and the kids made the adjustment without a hitch. My lovely daughters were very popular and even the junior high crowd considered my handsome sons as hunks. There were many times we would be walking through the mall and a girl would smile and say hi to Frank or George and boys went out of their way to pass us whenever Kathy or Gail went shopping.

This popularity became one of the elements that brought my family closer together than ever before. Kathy and Gail were a little self-conscious about their newfound popularity and sought out help from their brothers in how to react to girls. They, well Kathy for the most part, had been used to being the aggressors, they determined if a girl was attractive and sought her out. Now the tables were reversed, they were being appraised by boys as potential girlfriends and were having a lot of problems dealing with it.

"They look at me like I was something they can own," Kathy complained. "Every time I walk up the aisle in school I can feel their eyes on me."

"I hated when they did that to me," Frank laughed. "Tell me you never did it when you were a guy?"

"You’re being awfully quiet Kathy." Her dad said with a knowing grin. "It seems to me I remember a boy who couldn’t keep his head from swiveling as we walked through the mall."

"I didn’t know the girls didn’t like it," Kathy finally admitted. "I thought that they enjoyed being looked at. Can you honestly tell me that you didn’t like it when a guy checked you out?"

"I don’t like it, but it was something I had to put up with." Frank snapped. "But I think you really like it, don’t you Kathy?"

"No, I just told you that I didn’t." Kathy answered.

"Then why are your skirts shorter than the ones I used to wear?"

Kathy thought for a moment. "Because I like the way my legs look?" She laughed.

"Because you want boys to like the way your legs look?" Frank asked.

"Well of course I want boys to like the way my legs look. But they don’t have to be so obvious about it!"

"Girls," Frank sighed loudly. "Who can figure them?"

"We like keeping you poor boys in suspense," Kathy laughed. "It makes life more interesting."

"Then why come to me for advice on boys?"

"That’s a good question," Kathy gave him a peck on the cheek. "Just another way to keep you guessing. But there is one little thing you can do for me," She said with a voice no boy could resist. "Stay right here and give m a boy’s opinion on a new outfit I just bought, okay?"

Without even waiting for an answer Kathy dashed off to change. She returned a few minutes later wearing a short leather skirt and a silky white blouse. She had touched up her makeup to draw attention to her eyes and lips. She was perched on a pair of white pumps that immediately drew your gaze to a pair of gorgeous legs.

She put her hands on her hips and did a slow turn. "Do you like it?" She asked in an innocent voice.

"You can’t dress like that for school!" Frank exclaimed.

"I wasn’t planning on it, dear brother. This is for the dance next Friday."

"You’re going to upset a lot of girls," Frank warned. "They’re not going to like having their boyfriends looking at you all evening."

"Hey, if they can’t keep their boyfriends on a short leash, I can’t be responsible." She said with a toss of her pretty head.

"You wouldn’t be shopping for one of your own, would you?" I asked.

"Nothing steady mom," She said. "Just trying out the new equipment, seeing how it all works."

"It works fine from where I’m sitting Kathy," Frank told her. "Honestly, if you weren’t my sister I’d beg for a date."

Kathy’s smile broadened across her face. "Thanks Frank, you are so sweet. I’ll have to mention that to my girlfriend Katey. You do know that she has the hots for you, don’t you? You should hear some of the things she says about you."

"Katey, as in Katey Lynch?" Frank asked. "She has the hots for me?"

"That’s the girl, are you interested?"

"I’d kill for a date with her, any guy I know would."

"She doesn’t want any guy Frank." Kathy smiled. "She wants you. Would you like me to set things up for you?"

Frank thought for a moment. "No," He said in a firm voice. "I’ll do it. Doesn’t she have fourth period with you?"

"She sure does, but she’s got to get to the other side of the building for her next class."

"Can you slow her down tomorrow, please?"

Kathy kissed him on his forehead. "Anything for the world’s sweetest brother." She said with a smile.

Sean nudged me. "Did you ever think you’d see that happening?"

I took his hand and squeezed it. "No, I never did." I said as I choked back my tears. "You were right all along."

"It was a chance we had to take," He said as he kissed me. "I’m glad to se that it’s working."
"You weren’t sure?" I asked suddenly feeling very upset. "I became a woman because you were so sure. What if you had been wrong?"

"You weren’t the only one who made sacrifices Beth," Sean said sternly. "We all did. I thought it was our only hope. I started counseling without you when you refused to go. When the counselor first suggested the idea I told him he was nuts. As the weeks went on though I saw the family I loved disintegrating before my eyes. I had to do something."

"But if it didn’t work?"

"We would have reversed everything and gone our separate ways." He said sadly. "That would be a tragedy that I’m not going to let happen. I love you very much but if the only way to reach you is to become a man and your husband, it’s worth it. The kids seem happy, and I think we’re happy too. Let’s just stay calm and see how things work out, all right?"

As I stared into his eyes I was overcome with a sense of security. Somehow I just knew that if only I trusted him everything would work out. My husband could set the world right, I was sure of that.

I squeezed his hand tightly. "I trust you." I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes.

That night Sean took back the role of aggressor in our lovemaking. It had been fun teasing him the way I did but truthfully, I wanted him in charge, it made me feel strange to have my strong husband begging me for relief. I loved him and it was my job to take care of him, not to tease him. I almost lost everything that mattered to me once; I wouldn’t risk it twice.

"I shouldn’t have teased you the way I did" I apologized as we undressed. "I don’t know what got into me."

Sean grabbed me and held me tight. "Don’t apologize honey, I loved it."

"But you’re the guy, I want you to be the one deciding on how we make love."

"No Beth," He said as he hugged me. "We’re a couple. We can make decisions together. If you have something to suggest, I want to hear it no matter what it is. You’re every bit as important to this family as I am."

There it was again, that incredible feeling of security. I was loved and cared for and he even wanted to know my opinions. The things I had denied to him as Heather he would now give to me as Beth. I had treated his opinions as insignificant, unworthy of discussion simply because of his sex. Now, this wonderful human being wanted to show me how wrong I had been, he wanted me as an active participant in our marriage and family. I had been such a fool in the past.

We had a fantastic session of love making that night with each of us suggesting different things to try. With Sean’s help I experienced new levels of orgasmic delight and taught him that climaxing does not have to be the end of lovemaking for a man. Even during the times on top I never once felt myself to be anything but a woman, a woman who was married to the most wonderful man on earth, a man that brought me fulfillment as a woman. I didn’t need to wear satin and lace to reinforce my femininity, I wore it because I could and because I loved the way it set me apart. I was female, and I never stopped being thankful that I was!

Several months later, one afternoon while I was shopping in the mall, I had an urge to do something for myself. I saw the prettiest earrings on display and knew that they’d be perfect with a dress in my closet. Sean had been promising to take me out to dinner so that I could wear the dress which seemed so pretty when I bought it but now needed a little something to restore it’s grandeur. The earrings and the dress would be an unbeatable combination, anyone could see that.

I dashed into the shop and asked the saleswoman to see the earrings. To my disappointment they were for pierced ears. In the months since I’d been Beth, I never thought to have mine pierced. I was ready to cry!

"I’ve got this dress at home that just cries out for these," I sighed as I described the dress and how Sean was going to take me out to dinner. "Now what am I going to do?"

"I could pierce them for you now if you’d like." The woman offered. "You’d have to wear a starter set for two weeks but after that you could wear whatever you like. There’s no point in wasting a dress like that or missing a romantic dinner."

"I could wait two weeks, the dress is worth it."

"So is a romantic evening with your husband," The clerk said with a wink.

"I’ll have to keep his motor running till then," I smiled and nodded. We both knew what I meant; women don’t have to communicate verbally.

I sat down and the woman marked my ears while we got to know each other. By the time I was done getting them pierced and selecting a few more pairs of earrings we were nearly best friends. My new friend did one more favor before I left; she convinced me to change my hairstyle to best show off my earrings and even recommend her favorite shop.

"Ask for Sue," She told me. "She always does mine and I love her work."

"She does very good work from the looks of your hair, I’ll make it a point to look her up." I told her. "Thanks for all of your help!"

I marveled at the ease in which I had bonded with a total stranger. I needed a pair of earrings and got a new friend with them. That sort of thing had never happened to me before. As John I was always reserved when meeting other men. There was a wall that men kept between them no matter how close of a friend they were.

The next day after finishing my housework I called the hair salon and was lucky enough to schedule an appointment with Sue for the next afternoon. I couldn’t wait to surprise Sean with my new hairstyle.

Sue and I hit it off right away, we talked about our families and anything else that came to mind during the time she washed, trimmed, and set my hair. I was thrilled with the way she fussed over me and gave me her undivided attention so when she asked if I’d be interested in the their special package of a facial, manicure, and massage, I quickly agreed.

I was a little unsure of lying there in only my panties but realized that even without my panties there would be nothing to worry about. If I was woman enough to satisfy my husband, I was certainly woman enough for this.

I was rubbed and pampered for two wonderful hours. When I left I felt like a new woman and this woman couldn’t wait to drive her husband insane with desire then get him between the sheets and let him have his way with her.

I didn’t have to wait long for Sean’s response. His eyes opened wider than I’ve ever seen them and his grin stretched from the top of one ear to the top of the other.

"You look great Beth!" He told me when he finally found his voice. "A new hairstyle?"

"New style, new earrings, massage, facial, pretty much a whole new me. Do you like it?"

Sean rushed over, grabbed me in his arms and tried to mold our lips together.

"I’ll take that as a yes," I laughed when I was able to breathe again. "But save yourself for later, the kids will be home any minute now."

"Lock the door and pretend we’re not home," He laughed as he began to rub my butt.

"They have keys," I reminded him as he focused his attention on my breasts. It took every ounce of will power I had to move his hands. "I’ll be all yours later, I promise."

I really think the only thing that stopped us from making love right there in the doorway was George’s coming home.

"You look extra pretty today mom." He said, as he looked me over. "What’s the occasion?"

"No occasion honey, can’t I look pretty once in awhile?"

"You’re always pretty mom, just extra pretty today."

"No wonder the girls all like you," I told him as I tossed his wild looking hair. "You are such a sweet talker."

"Hey, looking hot mom!" Kathy called as she walked in. "Got a hot date tonight?"

"If you get lost she will," Sean joked.

"Put it in neutral, will ya dad." Kathy laughed. She turned to me and smiled. "Men, all they think of is sex!"

"Yeah," I laughed. "Men!"

"How can I think of anything else when I have a sexy lady like you for a wife?" Sean asked as he kissed my neck. "Have I mentioned that I love you?"

"Several times today, I believe."

"Wait till later," He whispered. "I’ll prove it."

"Are you two at it again?" Frank asked as he walked past us. "You’re going to embarrass me in front of my friends if you keep acting like that."

"Don’t you have some studying to do?" I teased as I gave him a playful swat. Reluctantly breaking away from Sean I returned to fixing dinner. It was never easy for me to leave Sean’s side but he promised to make it up to me later and he never broke his promises.

Kathy offered to help with dinner saying that she needed to talk to me.

"What’s wrong Kathy? School getting you down?" I asked hoping to be some help.

"Yeah, sort of." She replied. "I want to be a cheerleader."

"That’s wonderful Kathy, I’m sure you’ll be great!"

"You don’t understand mom," She groaned. "Cheerleading is for girls."

I guess I was momentarily confused, still reeling from my husband’s attention and promise of intimacy later. "What am I missing here?" I asked the pretty girl in the short skirt.

"I’m actually Frank, your son, remember? You’re really John Connors, my father, and that guy that was busy feeling you up was my mother and your wife at one time."

Suddenly it all came back to me. I was a man pretending to be a woman, my sweet daughters were really my sons, their brothers were actually their sisters, and my husband was my wife. I tried sorting things out quickly in my head but they wouldn’t sort.

If I was a man, then why was I wearing ladies slacks and a blouse? I felt like a woman, I dressed like a woman, and my husband had no question when we made love. Yet the memories were still there, distant and fading more every day, but still present. The ultimatum from Heather, the hormones, the operation, I was still a man somewhere deep inside.

"Sorry, I guess I got too caught up in this whole charade," I admitted sheepishly, staring at my breasts.

Kathy shook her head in agreement. "Me too, that’s the problem! I forgot that I was a boy and signed up for cheerleading tryouts."

"Signing up isn’t so bad," I said thinking I saw a way out. "You can always back out."

Kathy reached into her backpack that she had left near the door when she came home. "No, I can’t." She shrugged as she pulled out a skirt and sweater in the school colors. "I made the squad."

"I don’t know if I should congratulate you or offer my sympathies." I told her. "I assume you’re going to stay on the squad?"

"I beat fifteen other girls for the spot mom," Kathy laughed. "You can bet I’m staying!"

"What about being a boy?"

Kathy’s face screwed up as she thought over the question. "I’m going to be a girl for almost two more years, right?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Then I might as well enjoy myself, right?"

"But a cheerleader?" I asked. "Isn’t that taking things a bit far?"

Kathy expertly returned my serve. "What about all the new hairstyle, and the closet you’ve been filling up with pretty outfits?"

"I have to look nice, don’t I? What about you, your skirts are shorter than any that Frank wore, what’s that all about?"

"That’s called "If you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em"," She laughed. "Besides, I’m prettier than Frank was and I look better in a miniskirt than he ever did!"

"Sounds like a girl talking to me," I told her feeling confident of winning the mock argument.

Kathy looked at me with an eerie smile. "Speaking of sounds, what about the moaning I hear coming from your room at night? Sounds like a woman to me!"

"A very happy woman with a wonderful husband." I blushed. "I’ll try not to moan too loudly in the future but I can’t help it. Your father is one hell of a lover!"

"Oh mom," Kathy laughed and hugged me. "I’m just happy that you and daddy are so much in love, that’s what’s really important. I can put up with being a girl for a while longer if you two are happy."

I checked to see where the rest of the family was, I didn’t want anyone but Kathy to hear what I was about to say. "How about forever Kathy? Could you put up with being a girl forever?’

"You’re serious aren’t you mom?" Kathy asked quietly. "You’d rather be a woman than a man?"

"I can’t imagine ever being a man again Kathy," I explained. "I’ve never been this happy before and your dad and I are closer than ever. I couldn’t give up the pretty clothes, the makeup, the way your dad treats me."

"Or the sex, right?"

"Especially not the sex," I blushed.

"I don’t know anything about the sex part mom," Kathy smiled. "But I’m with you. I’d rather be a girl. When a boy smile s at me I feel all funny inside. When a cute boy holds me real close during the slow songs at dances I feel different, like nothing can hurt me."

"I feel the same way with your dad honey," I confided. "I know it’s just because of the hormones but I love the way it feels when he holds me."

"Then it’s settled?" She asked. "We’re girls forever?"

"Forever!" I told her before hugging her tightly.

"That means daddy and Frank can never change back either though." Kathy mentioned.

"I’ll make sure your father will never want to be a woman, we’ll have to think of something for Frank though."

"We’ll work it out somehow." Kathy grinned. "Girl power!"

"Girl power." I answered.

At dinner Sean was anxious to know what was so important that Kathy needed to talk to me.

"Kathy has an announcement to make, and she just wanted me to know first." I told him. "Maybe you should ask her?"

Kathy didn’t bother to wait to be asked I doubt that she could have contained her excitement a moment more.

"I’m a cheerleader!" She said proudly. "I beat out fifteen other girls and made the squad!"

"That’s great Kathy!" Frank spoke out unexpectedly. "Really weird, but still great!"

"What’s so weird about my being a cheerleader?" Kathy asked defensively. "Don’t you think I’m pretty enough?"

"Of course you’re pretty enough," Frank told her. "It’s just that I finally got a spot on the football team! You’ll be cheering for me sometimes."

"That’s fantastic!" Kathy squealed in delight. "Maybe you can hook me up with some of the cute guys on the team?"

"I think we could work out a trade, a player for you, a cheerleader for me?"

"Deal!" Kathy yelped. "How about Carly McMann for Mike Dower?"

"That shouldn’t be too hard to swing for me," Frank nodded. "He’s been wanting to ask you out anyway."

"What’s he waiting for?" Kathy asked in surprise. "I’d say yes the second I looked into those sexy green eyes of his."

"You won’t believe this," Frank laughed. "Mike’s shy, he’s afraid you’d turn him down. He figures that any girl as pretty as you already has a boyfriend."

"You have to straighten him out Frank," Kathy pleaded. "You have to!"

"I tried already Kath, he doesn’t believe me."

"Why would a pretty girl like you need her brother’s help landing a boy?" Sean asked. "If you want him, go get him. Didn’t you learn anything in your classes?" He asked. "Find out what he likes, arrange to accidentally bump into him after classes, smile at him whenever you see him."

"He’s going to be at the dance on Friday, maybe you can get some of your girlfriends to go along." Frank suggested.

"But I want him all for myself," Kathy pouted. "I don’t want to set my girlfriends up with my guy."

"You won’t" Frank explained. "Mile’s going stag with a couple of other guys, your friends can distract his friends."

"I get it, they distract his friends leaving me alone with him! Now, what should I wear?"

"How about that green dress with the thin straps?" I suggested. "You look really good in it."

Kathy didn’t look just good in that dress, she looked like it was made for her. It was a perfect fit; tight enough to show her sexy curves but loose enough to be comfortable. It was also cut low enough to show off just a little cleavage. The boy would never have a chance with her in that dress.

"Please mom, I don’t want to scare him off. I was thinking of wearing my dark green velvet dress or maybe those leather slacks that I just bought."

"Either way he won’t be able to take his eyes off you honey," I told her. "You’re going to knock his socks off."

"I hope so mom, he’s just so cute."

Gail was sitting there with a strange look on her face. "What’s so special about a boy that you have to get all dressed up?" She asked.

"He’s the cutest boy in the whole school," Kathy sighed. "He’s cute, he’s tall, every girl thinks he’s a great catch."

"But he’s a boy," Gail said with a puzzled look.

"Did I mention a cute boy? The cutest in the school?"

"I still don’t get it," Gail shook her head.

Kathy smiled and kissed her head. "Maybe someday little sister, maybe someday."

"How about you and I go shopping together this weekend Gail?" I asked. "You might see something you like."

Gail shook her head. "I don’t know mom, I don’t like shopping."

"Please, just us girls out for a day in the mall? I’ve got a couple of surprises for you."

Gail’s interest suddenly increased. "Surprises? Like what?"

"Like you’ll see when we go shopping." I told her. "Still not interested?"

Gail thought about it then smiled. "Okay, for the surprises I guess I can put up with it."
Gail had been going through somewhat of a tomboy stage; preferring jeans to dresses or anything dressy, shunning the makeup kit I bought her to practice with, and turning her nose up at the nail care kit I had given her. Since Kathy and I were having such a great time as girls I thought it would be a good idea to take her out with me for a "Girly girl" day so that she could see experience the wonders of being a girl. I had set up a session at the beauty shop for a new hairstyle for her along with a manicure and pedicure to pick up her spirits a little

I was concerned about Gail becoming a tomboy. When we first switched she was enthusiastic about the change, even asking for regular training bras rather than the Tee shirt style she had inherited. It seems though that going through puberty as a girl had her upset; now that she was starting to really develop breasts she seemed to be getting worried. I hoped that our "Girly-Girl" day would ease her mind and let her enjoy becoming a young woman.

When the big day arrived I decided to get dressed with Gail to sort of feel her out on what was bothering her. She watched me closely as I slipped out of my nightgown and put on a bra.

She took a long, hard look at my breasts. "They’re awfully big."

"No, not really." I smiled. "Actually they’re about average for a woman my age."

"Don’t they bother you, like when you’re trying to sleep?"

"Not anymore, they used to but now I’m used to them." I shrugged and carefully nestled them into the cups of a lace-covered bra.

"Do yours bother you?" I asked, hoping to open her up.

"They sort of itch a little," Gail said as she slipped a training bra up her arms. "I guess it’s not a big deal."

"You seem a little upset lately sweetheart, would you like to talk about it?"

Gail shifted from one foot to the other, staring at the floor, the wall, anything but me.

"You know you can tell me anything and I’ll try to understand."

"No, it’s okay." She said softly. "I’m okay."

I decided to take a big gamble. "Are you upset about being a girl, is that it?"

Once again, the shifting, avoiding my eyes.

"We’ve come a long way honey," I said softly. "It won’t be too much longer before you can be George again."

"George doesn’t want to switch!" She finally blurted out. "He said he wants to be a boy forever!"

"You’re afraid of being stuck as Gail?" I dabbed her tears away with a tissue.

"Uh huh," She sobbed. "George said I’m cute and should have always been a girl anyway."

I brushed his hair from his face. "The next time he tells you that tell him that he’s just jealous because you’re prettier than he was."

Gail sniffled for a moment then looked up at me. "Do you really think so mom? Am I really prettier than he was?"

Was being considered pretty important to her, I wondered. I didn’t want to upset Gail with the Girly-Girl day but if she really wanted to be pretty this would be a big boost to her ego.

"Of course you are Gail," I said soothingly. "Why else would he tease you like that?"

Her face seemed to brighten up as she thought it over. "You’re right mom, he’s just jealous."

"He’s just trying to upset you, that’s all. I’ll talk to him later, okay?"

"Thanks mom," She smiled. "But that’s okay, I’ll just tell him what you told me."

"Good girl."

"You’re sure I’m pretty?" She asked as she brushed her hair.

"Positive," I told her. "Are you sure you want to be pretty though? I mean, what if George wants to stay as a boy, would we have to get you a new name?"

"I don’t know mom," She stopped brushing her hair and sat silently staring into the mirror. "It’s kind of neat to be a girl. I don’t have to jump out of trees to prove that I’m not chicken and I haven’t had to fight anyone in a long time."

Tests of bravery and fighting, all the elements of growing up as a boy, I thought to myself. I did it but never really liked it. It scared me to jump out of trees and I got hurt in several fights. Why do boys have to be so goofy, I wondered? Couldn’t they talk to each other and reason things out like girls? No, boys have to prove that they’re the bravest and the strongest. If I hadn’t been trying to prove my superiority over Heather I wouldn’t be standing here in a bra and panties now. Then again, I would have missed so much.

"How would you like to see what it’s like if you stayed as Gail?"

"I thought that’s what we were doing mom, seeing what it’s like to be someone else?"

"Let’s just say that you haven’t seen half of what it’s like yet," I told her with a smile. "But if you really want to, I’ll let you see more of it today."

Gail thought for a little bit then smiled. "Can I wear something really pretty?"

"Sure, I want everyone to see how pretty my daughter is!"

"Do you think George will be upset?"

"I think George will be thrilled to see how pretty his twin really is." I said as Gail pulled on a pair of pantyhose. "He and Frank are actually proud of you girls, did you know that?"

"Really mom, how come?"

"Because they know how hard it is to have to behave yourself when you’d like to climb a tree. They know it’s tough to have to sit like a lady so the boys won’t be able to look up your dress. They see how well you and Kathy are getting along as girls and they’re proud of you!"

"Kathy and I are proud of them too mom," She confided. "Kathy told me she would never have had the guts to go out for the football team and all of my girlfriends think that George is so cute!"

I slid my slip over my head and pulled it over my broad hips while Gail stepped into a pretty half-slip.

"If I tell you a secret, will you promise not to tell?" I giggled like a little girl.

"I promise, if I’m lying then Jimmy Cotts can kiss me."

"Now I know you won’t tell!" I laughed. Jimmy Cotts was considered the yuckiest boy in the junior high. No girl wanted him to kiss her.

"I’m going to be your mom forever," I whispered. "What do you think of that?"

I received a big kiss and hug along with an "I love you mom!"

"We can’t tell daddy though, it’s going to be a surprise."

"I’m sure he’ll love your surprise mom," Gail winked. "This is the happiest I can ever remember daddy being."

Gail stepped into a pretty white linen skirt with a pink floral pattern then pulled on a long sleeved pink top with a tiny bow in the center.

"Is this pretty enough?" She asked as she smoothed out her skirt in front of the mirror.

"Sweetheart, it’s not the clothes that make the girl pretty," I told her as I hugged her and kissed her cheek. "It’s the pretty girl that makes the clothes."

"You are the nicest mom in the world," Gail told me. "All my friends wish their moms were as cool as you are."

"I’m sure their moms are nice too," I said beaming with pride. "I’m just lucky to have a daughter like you."

I slipped a dark brown dress over my head and let Gail zip me up. I never though of it much when I used to zip up Heather’s dresses but now I got a shiver of delight every time someone zipped me up. I felt delightfully trapped in a dress and lingerie, unable to get out on my own. What would my old friends think if they saw me wearing a dress? I hoped they’d think I looked as pretty as I felt!

I did my makeup and put a little on Gail to make her feel more grown up then helped her find a pair of clip ons to match her outfit.

"When will I be old enough to get my ears pierced like Kathy did?" Gail sighed as she adjusted the earrings to relieve the pinching.

"Will today be too soon?"

"I’m going to get them pierced today?" She yelped. "Oh mom, that’s great, I can’t wait to show my girlfriends. Some of their moms think they’re too young yet."

"You’re not a little girl Gail, you’re a young lady and it’s time you started to look like one."

All dressed and made up my daughter and I headed off to the mall for our first Girly-Girl day.

Our first stop was the beauty shop where Gail cried tears of joy when Sue the stylist told her all that was going to be done to her.

"Your mom said you were getting to be too much of a tomboy," Sue told her. "It doesn’t look that way to me but still I have to do what she says and turn you into a young lady. Are you ready for that?"

"I can’t wait," Gail giggled nervously. "Are you really going to do my hair and everything?"

"Yes ma’am," Sue told her as she led her off to change into a smock. "Your hair and your nails. I’m going to make you so pretty that boys will forget about baseball when they see you."
"Wow," Gail exclaimed. "Forgetting baseball would be tough for a boy."

"Not when they see you honey," I told her. "Who needs baseball when they can have a girl as pretty as you?"

"The boys I know do!" Gail laughed. "I think they like baseball better than girls."

"Give them a year or two honey," Sue advised as she began to shampoo her hair. "They’ll change."

For now though, Gail was the one changing. Sue worked her magic giving her a style that was very popular among girls her age and while they waited for the perm to set Sue filed and shaped Gail’s finger and toe nails before applying a very light shade of pink polish. When the perm was done Sue held out a mirror for Gail to decide if she liked the way she looked.

"Thank you mommy," Gail cried. "I look so pretty now, I don’t have to look like Kathy anymore!"

I paid Sue for the wonderful job while Gail hurried back to dress. We still had lunch, shopping, and a movie planned before the end of our girly-Girl day.

Gail and I grew closer than we’d ever been before that day, we tried on all sorts of pretty outfits, had lunch in a nice restaurant where the waiter made a big fuss over the young lady, holding her chair, and paying attention to her as he would an adult. Gail was in heaven, she’d never seen that side of life before and it was easy to see that she thrived on the attention she got as a young woman.

At home Sean and the boys whistled as their new daughter and sister walked through the room. "Who is that beautiful lady?" Sean joked. "I may just leave my wife for her!"

"You’re looking so hot!" Kathy exclaimed. "New hairstyle, manicure and pedicure. Those eight grade boys better watch out. There’s a new honey in town!"

"You never did that for us dad," Frank told his dad. "I could have been the most popular girl in school if I looked that good."

"You’re pretty popular now judging from the number of girls calling for you." Sean reminded him. "Girls never called boys when I was young."

"How could they dad, the telephone hadn’t been invented when you were young?" Frank asked.

"Keep it up young man, you’re not too big to spank." Sean laughed. It was good to see him and the boys bond the way they had. The only rough spot was Franks incessant challenging of his dad for domination, as though we were some sort of herd and there could be only one male in charge. I mentioned it in a counseling session once but we were assured that it was a natural part of growing up for a boy. Now that our former daughters had become boys they too would experience the need to dominate. It would be up to Sean and I to channel that urge into a more productive area to prevent the boys from growing up to be the moron I had been.

I had a very devoted daughter after our little outing. She became more interested in helping around the house, learning to cook and bake, as well as taking a greater interest in looking pretty. My little girl was growing up to be a woman.

Several weeks later I got a call from my sister one afternoon; she and my parents wanted to come for a visit to see how well we were adjusting.

"That would be great Lori," I told her. "I really miss you guys and the kids do too."

"How is everything?" She asked. "Are you doing okay?"

"I told you the last time you called that everything was fine Lori, don’t you believe me?"

"I do," My sister said. "But mom and dad remember you’re saying the same thing about you and Heather. They want to see for themselves." She laughed nervously. "And actually so do I."

"We’d be happy to have you," I said happily. "Sean and I will meet you at the airport."

"You’re serious about this aren’t you?" She asked. "I mean this Sean and Beth stuff. It’s really happening."

"We’ve never been more in love," I told her. "I’m married to the most wonderful man on earth and couldn’t be happier."

"This I have to see."

We met my folks at the airport and brought them back to the house. Lori couldn’t contain her glee at seeing her once macho jerk of a brother as a sweet housewife in a skirt and top hanging onto her husband like a newlywed.

"Hi Aunt Lori, Hi Grandma and Grandpa, the kids called out as they rushed to greet them. We missed you!"

The girls looked great in their outfits, Kathy in a short leather skirt and forest green pullover which gave a glimpse of her cleavage and Gail in a pretty rust colored dress that skimmed her thighs. Kathy had done both of their faces, making sure not to go overboard with Gail, keeping that cute little girl look she liked.

The boys wore Dockers and pullover shirts that clung nicely to Frank’s well-defined chest.

"Are you sure you switched?" My dad asked Frank. "You’re one hell of a good looking young man."

"And you, young lady, were you really my little grandson George?" Mom asked as she gave Gail a kiss.

"Positive, Grandma," Karen laughed. "It’s been a long time since we saw you last."

"Frank?" Lori asked in shock. "Are you really Frank?"

"No way Aunt Lori," Kathy pouted and turned smartly on her heels. "Frank is a boy, do I look like a boy to you?"

"No," My sister shook her head. "Not like any boy I ever knew."

"You had me worried Aunt Lori," Kathy let out an exaggerated sigh.

Frank burst into applause. "A fine performance Kathy, worthy of an Academy Award no doubt! Too bad that the only thing you ever worry about is getting a new outfit for an upcoming date."

"You’re jealous Frank, admit it." Kathy objected. "I’m prettier and more popular that you!

"You are prettier," Frank laughingly admitted. But I don’t mind, really I don’t. As for more popular though, that ‘s up for debate."

"Watch it brother dear, I’m still the source of many of the girls you date. If I tell my friends nasty things about you, your popularity may dry up overnight."

"You let them date?" My mother stood there with her mouth hanging open. "Aren’t you taking a chance?
"On what, mom?" I shrugged. "They’re old enough and Sean and I think they’re responsible enough."

"Chill mom," Lori interrupted. "You still have two grandsons and two granddaughters, they’re just not the ones you started with, that’s all. Everything’s okay, Sean and Beth are happy."

Throughout it all dad hadn’t said a word, he just stood and stared at me.

"Beth," He finally asked. "Are you Sean happy now, really happy?"

Without even a glance at Sean I replied, "Dad, I’ve never been happier in my life. I love Sean and he loves me. Our children are happy, there’s no more fighting or bickering, I now have the perfect marriage."

Dad turned to mom. "That settles it for me. They’re happy and that’s all that’s important. I never thought I’d see my son like this but I was sure I’d see him divorced and miserable. If this is what it takes, that’s up to Beth and Sean."

"It may settle it for you dad," Lori laughed as she grabbed me by the hand. "But I’ve got tons of questions for my little sister. Come on mom," She ordered. "We’re going to have some coffee while Dad gets to know his new son-in-law."

Lori wasn’t shy when she wanted answers. "Tell me the truth Beth, what’s it like?"

"I’ll assume you’re talking about the sex?"

"No dummy, the coffee, of course I mean the sex!"

"I don’t think mom really wants to hear…"

"The hell I don’t," Mom scoffed. "I want every last detail. I’ve never known anyone who’s had sex as both a man and a woman, and you’re going to spill your guts young lady!"

"It’s better as a woman," I said with a silly grin. "No comparison at all! I could only climax once or twice as John, my record as Beth though is six in a row."

"Good grief," Mom tut-tutted. "Only twice as John, your dad does better than that at his age! Of course, I never did better than four in a row at my best."

"Was it hard to get used to sex as a woman?" Lori asked with a glint in her eyes. To her, this was better than those morning talk shows, this was live!

"The harder the better," I joked. "But yes, it was hard to get used to, at least until he had that monster all the way in. Then I never wanted him to take it out again."

It was mom’s turn to continue the inquisition. "Do you two make love often?"

"Several times a night mom, several nights a week." I let out a sigh. "He’s wonderful mom, he loves me so much and I’d do anything for him."

"He loves you too dear, I can see that in his eyes," Mom took my hand in hers. "He had that look on his face that you never seem to have. He loves you more than anything in this world."

"What are you going to do when it’s time to go back to being John and Heather?" Lori asked. "How could you ever give up the kind of love you’re talking about?"

I wanted to take time to think. How could I answer that question honestly? What would my family think of me if I did?

I decided that telling them the truth wouldn’t be the best thing. "We don’t have to give up our love, this is just a way for us to really see how much we love each other. I guess we’ll have to figure that out when the time comes though."

"Are you having any trouble adjusting?" Mom asked. "Does it bother you at all to have to go through this?"

"I have my doubts from time to time," I answered after a sip of coffee. "That first night was pretty rough, I had no idea what to expect. Half of me wanted to fight him off, to keep him away from me. Once Sean started making love to me though I begged him not to stop."

"Slut!"

I suddenly became very defensive. Who did my sister think she was to question my love for Sean? "He’s my husband Lori, what should I do, tell him to get lost?"

"It was just a joke Beth," Lori said with a grin. "I just never figured you to be the sweet little housewife you’ve become. Hell, I expected to see you in a pair of jeans and a ratty old sweatshirt."

"Sean likes me dressed this way," I answered without thinking.

"So now you dress for your hubby?" Lori teased. "I’ll bet you’ve got some really sexy lingerie on, don’t you?"

"It’s possible," I acknowledged, trying to remain calm.

"You probably don’t even own a pair of white cotton panties, do you?"

To hell with what my sister thought. I was a grown woman and could wear whatever I liked! "No, as a matter of fact I don’t!" I said through clenched teeth. "I prefer wearing satin panties, they feel great and my husband loves the way I look in them. I probably pay more for a single pair of panties than you paid for that top."

"You’ve gone over the edge John," Lori snickered. "From a macho pig to a princess."

"And how are things between you and your husband?" I asked aiming right for my unwed sister’s sore spot.

"Even if I were married I’d never become the submissive little wife you’ve become." Lori replied angrily. "Get with it Beth, women can have a life of their own, they’re not dependent on their husbands anymore."

I didn’t want to argue with Lori. My day had started out so well with the chance to see my family again, I didn’t want to have it ruined with a silly argument. "People change Lori. I really want things to work out for my family and I’ll do anything to make them work out. If I have to be a submissive little housewife in satin and lace, so be it. My family is worth it to me."

There was dead silence in the room for several very long minutes before Lori spoke up. "Beth, I’m sorry for teasing you like that. It’s hard for me to understand what you did, but now I realize why you did it. I guess I was never really sure that you truly loved Heather. I’m convinced now, I don’t think that I would have the courage to put my self through what you went through."

"I hope it never comes to that Lori, but don’t see yourself short, love can be a very powerful force."

Lori shook her head and smiled at me. "You’ll never change back Beth."

"Of all the things to say to someone, what in the world made you say that?" I asked after I recovered from the shock of having my mind.

"You’ve become a woman." She said as though it was the most obvious conclusion. "More than just your body has changed, you’ve fallen in love."

"I’ve always been in love with Sean," I protested vigorously. "Always!"

Lori and I used to have arguments that went like tennis matches, she’d lob shots at me and I’d have to run all over the court to return her serves. "You just said that you’ve always been in love with Sean. Weren’t you once in love with a woman named Heather?"

"Nice try Lori, but it was unavoidable. I haven’t used the name Heather in months."

"Why deny it Beth?" Lori kept on the offensive, apparently smelling a kill. "You’ve become a woman, a very pretty woman with a wonderful husband and family. No one will ever blame you for wanting to take care of the ones you love."

"I can take care of them as John you know."

"Have you told Sean yet?"

"I tell him I love him several times a day," I rocketed that one right back at her, feeling pretty glib.

"But have you told him that you want to be Beth forever?"

"But I never said that I wanted to be." I was going to have to be very quick witted to avoid getting pummeled under her fast, powerful serves.

"Are you worried that he won’t want to be Sean forever?" Wham, another shot right at my weak side.

"Why would it matter if I’m not going to be Beth?" A close one, but still over the net.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you?" A weak shot right to me, what was she up to?

"I have nothing to be afraid of." Why didn’t this feel right?

"I’ll bet he already knows." Another easy shot, something was fishy.

"There’s nothing to know!" I smacked that one with everything I had.

"I’ll bet he’s thinking the same thing, he doesn’t want to go back to being Heather." I never saw that one coming.

"I hope so, I don’t know what I’d do without him!" I couldn’t believe it; I had stood there and watched Lori’s shot go right past me.

"Are you serious?" Mom was taken completely by surprise.

It was all over now; the smug look on my sister’s face said so. The words came pouring out like a lovesick girl talking about her latest boyfriend. "Yes mom, I’m dead serious. Without Sean my life wouldn’t be worth living. He’s made me so happy these last few months. I know we were meant for each other, just not the way we were. I was meant to be his wife and I don’t mind at all."

"When were you planning to tell Sean?" Lori asked in total seriousness. "I don’t think you need to be afraid, I’ve never seen a man so totally devoted to and in love with his wife as he is."

"What about the kids?" Mom the worrier, always ready to rain on a parade.

"I’m with her," Kathy’s voice rang out from the doorway. "I’m staying too."

"Congratulations Kathy," Lori swept her up in her arms. "You’re going to be a beautiful woman someday."

"Like my mother?" Kathy asked as she stood by my side. "She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, just ask my dad!"

"Just like your mother," My mom said before the tears began to roll down her cheek. "I’m lucky to have such a pretty daughter and granddaughter."

"What about the other kids, have any of them told you they don’t want to go back?" Lori wondered. "Kathy’s decision will obviously affect Frank, but what a bout Gail and George?"

I racked my brain trying to remember but nothing came to me. "I don’t honestly know, they’ve never talked about it."

"I don’t think that Daddy or Frank will want to go back to being women mom." Kathy opined. "You know how hot dad looks from all of his working out but trust me, I could make a fortune out of selling pictures of Frank without a shirt on. There isn’t a girl at school who wouldn’t buy one at any price."

"That good?" Lori joked. "Sounds like he’s come a long way in a few months."

"Good?" Kathy whistled. "If he wasn’t my brother I’d jump his bones in a second! He’s one of the hottest looking guys I’ve ever seen and believe me," She smiled. "I’ve been checking them out!"

"He could just be having some fun with being a boy, isn’t that possible?"

Kathy looked at me as though I’d lost all of my marbles. "Mom, don’t you get it? He could never be a girl again; he’s got muscles in places where I never even had the places when I was a boy! Think about it, he and dad had to know what they were doing. They have a big mirror in the basement where they work out, and a chart showing how much their muscles have developed. That sounds to me as if they wanted to make it impossible to become female again!"

"What size is Sean’s chest now?" Lori asked. "He looks to be about forty inches."

"Forty two the last time I measured him."

"How about his biceps?"
"Twelve inches."

"What sizes were you before the switch?"

"Thirty four chest and eight inch biceps."

Lori smiled her game-winning smile again. "Heather and I used to go to aerobics classes together remember? She had a thirty four inch chest then and her biceps were less that six inches."

Suddenly I realized what my sister was driving at. "Oh my God, you’re right. "He’d have to lose eight inches from that magnificent chest and six from his biceps. He could never do that, it’s taken me months to drop four inches from my waist alone and he wears a size thirty-four waist!

Lori nodded. "Not bad, Heather wore a size six slacks. That’s almost four sizes bigger."

"He must have been planning this for some time." Then it hit me. "But if he was planning to stay a guy then he must also have been planning to…"

There was that grin on Lori’s face again. "To keep you as a woman. He loves you far too much to get a divorce so obviously he meant for you to stay as his sweet little wife."

"Wait until I get my hands on him!" I told them. "I’ve got a few things to tell him."

Mom tried to calm me down. "Don’t get upset Beth, you don’t want to change so it doesn’t matter."

I looked at her and laughed. "Upset? No mom, I’m not going to yell and start a fight. I’m going to drag him off to bed and screw his brains out to show him how much I appreciate him!"

"Beth, watch you’re language. A lady doesn’t talk that way!" Mom reprimanded me.

"Sorry mom," I sad with a grin. "But I’m still going to do it, I love that man!

Mom shook her head and laughed. "In that case give your hunk of a husband one for me too!"

I made everyone promise not to say a word; I had a few things to straighten out before any announcements would be made. Kathy and I would wait to pull our ambush; we’d take our time and set it all up perfectly. There would be no wiggle room.

It was exactly one year to the day when we all switched. We were having pizza and popcorn one Saturday evening while watching some videos we rented. Everything was so peaceful, so perfect. I snuggled close to Sean and let him put his arm around me.

"You’re so strong," I whispered sexily. "I just love your sexy arms and chest." I rubbed my hand across his chest. Feeling his taut muscles turned me on but I couldn’t give in, Kathy was counting on me. "You’ve turned into such a hunk from all that weight lifting."

I could feel his chest swelling with pride and his heartbeat speeding up. He was hooked; I’d play him awhile before reeling him in.

"How’d you like to make some money Frank?" Kathy cast her line into the water next to mine. "And make some girl’s very happy?"

"Money and girls? My two favorite things, what would I need to do, become a gigolo?" Kathy smiled sweetly as he sniffed the bait.

She flashed frank a bright smile and turned on the twinkle in her eyes that drove boys mad. "Nothing that tough, just a few pictures." She jiggled the line a bit to keep him interested.

"I’m flattered but I don’t think mom and dad would let you sell nude pictures of me."

"You’re silly, they wouldn’t mind if my girlfriends had pictures of you without a shirt on. I know several girls who’d be happy to pay if they could take them." Just a little more jiggling.

Frank’s buttons nearly popped off his shirt. "Really? They think I’m that good looking?" A nibble on the bait.

"Even I noticed how good you look in a tee shirt," Kathy turned on the charm. "You’ve got a sexy chest, what size is it now?" One last jiggle of the bait.

"I’ve got a thirty six inch chest!" He announced proudly as he bit down on the baited hook.

"Wow, you’re never going to fit my bras when we change back next year. What are you going to do?" Kathy was all sweetness as she ruthlessly pulled the line tight and set the hook. Now we’d reel them in.

"What are you going to do Sean?" I asked innocently. "You’ve got a forty two inch chest. That’s going to need a big bra!"

Frank was staring at his dad, silently asking, pleading for help.

I reluctantly pushed away from Sean. "I think you gentlemen have some explaining to do, don’t you?" I asked icily.

Gail and George looked puzzled. "What’s going on?" Gail asked, dividing her attention between Kathy and I and Sean and Frank. "What’s to explain?"

I glared menacingly at Sean. "It seems that your dad and brother have trapped Kathy and I into staying female."

"How?" George asked, his face showing confusion and fear. "How could they trap you?"

"Haven’t you noticed that Frank has changed? He’s much better built than I ever was; so much better that he could never look like a girl ever again. He was busy lifting weights and doing all kinds of exercises to make himself stronger and bigger."

"Yeah," Gail said. "He’s got lots more muscles than you ever did."

"How do you think he’d look in a dress now?" Kathy asked rhetorically.

Gail studied Frank carefully. "He’d look silly," She laughed. "Like a boy!"

Not wanting to let Sean relax and regroup I turned on him. "And you Sean, how do you think you’d look in a size twenty dress? You used to be a size ten."
"I get it," George announced. "Since they can’t look like girls anymore they have to stay as the boys. That means that you and Kathy can’t go back to being Mom and Frank, you have to stay as girls, right?"

"Please let me explain Beth," Sean pleaded. "I never meant to hurt you, I guess we just got carried away. You and Kathy seemed so happy as girls so Frank and I didn’t think you’d mind."

Frank turned to Kathy. "Dad’s right Kath, you’re a cheerleader now, you’ve got guys begging to date you, and you’re actually prettier than I was. You seem so happy."

"Why didn’t you ask what we thought?" I turned back on Sean to keep him off balance. So far Kathy and I had them feeling very guilty which was exactly what we wanted. "I thought you cared about me, about our family Sean. How could you do this?"

Sean stared at me. I could see that he was worried that he had thrown away everything we had gained in the past year. "Don’t hold it against Frank, please Beth," He said in a soft voice. "He was just trying to be like me. I realize I screwed up everything we had together but I’m begging you to forgive me. Please, there must be something I can do to keep us together."

I wasn’t going to let him off the hook just yet. I put on he best broken heart look I could muster. "Why didn’t you come to me Sean? I thought we finally had something special."

"Forgive me, please Beth." He begged. "I was selfish, I should have asked but I just assumed you’d want to go back to being in charge again. We’ve changed so much in the past year and I couldn’t bear to lose it all."

"You really thought we’d go back to the way things were?" I asked in mock astonishment. "Don’t you think I’ve learned anything in this past year? I know that would spell disaster for us. I love you Sean, I’d never allow that to happen."

"Please Beth," He pleaded, his voice beginning to break. "How can I make this up to you? There has t o be some way to show you that I’m truly sorry and that I still love you."

"There’s only one way for you to make up for all of this Sean." I told him firmly. "I won’t accept anything else so think carefully before you answer me."

"Anything Beth," He promised. "I can’t promise that I’ll succeed but I’ll never stop trying. Just promise me that you’ll stay."

I locked onto his eyes and held his gaze. "Marry me."

He shook his head and blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Marry me!" I repeated in a firmer voice. "Those are my terms."

The poor boy was so bewildered that he couldn’t seem to remember how I had once before asked to repeat our marriage vows as Sean and Beth.

"Marry you?" He asked. "Was that what you said?"

"That’s right, I want to get married. What’s so tough to understand about that?"

"But…" He stammered in confusion.

"I want what every other woman wants Sean. I want to walk down the aisle on my father’s arm, wearing a beautiful gown. I want a honeymoon too; a weekend should do nicely. In short, in plain English, I want to be your wife!"

Sean caught Kathy grinning and began to realize that he’d been set up.

"You put me though hell!" He complained. "Why?"

"Because you didn’t have the decency to ask if I would be willing to be your wife for the rest of my life." I nodded in Kathy’s direction. "You should have asked your son over there if he would minded being a pretty girl, a cheerleader, and if he would mind growing up as a woman."

You wouldn’t, he wouldn’t?" Sean shook his head. "You mean that you two don’t mind?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss that I hoped would show how much he meant to me.

"Remember the night when Kathy told us she’d become a cheerleader? That’s when she decided she wanted to be a girl forever. I made the decision after a month earlier. She loves being a girl Sean, every bit as much as Frank loves being a boy. I realized very quickly that I was hopelessly in love with you as Sean and never wanted to be anything but your wife."

"You don’t mind Kathy?" Frank asked hopefully. "You’ll really be a girl forever?"

"Forever brother dear," She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Have a great life, you deserve it."

"What about me?" George asked. "Am I going to lose my Pee-Pee next year?"

"I don’t want mine back!" Gail quickly spoke up. "I like wearing pretty clothes and having Girly-girl days with mom. I want to be a lady when I grow up."

"If you’re really sure Gail I’ll fix it for you."

"But if he’s Gail, what about me?" George asked.

"You can change back George. We’ll have to pick a new name for you and we’ll have to live somewhere else but we won’t force you to be a boy. Next year you can have your pretty dresses back and I’ll let you start wearing a little makeup, just like Gail’s been doing."

"I don’t want to!"

"What did you say?" Gail asked. "Don’t you want to be a girl again? What about all of your pretty dresses?"

George shrugged. "Keep ‘em."

"But you’ll be allowed to wear makeup."

"You can have it!"

"It’s a deal!" Gail announced with glee. "You can keep your Pee-Pee, I don’t want one. It wouldn’t look good in my pretty panties or swim suits."

That was how the great experiment in seeing life from each other’s eyes ended. To paraphrase Julius Caesar, We came, we saw, we stayed!"

One year later we gathered in church on the day we would have gone back to the hospital. I wore a traditional, white lace gown with sheer sleeves, a sheer lace insert at the bodice that showed enough cleavage to be sexy for my sweetie. Dad looked great in his tux as did Frank and George, Sean’s groomsmen. The music began and I took my father’s arm. Kathy and Gail, my bridesmaids, looked adorable in their dark green gowns. Gail was going to be a heartbreaker just like her big sister, it was obvious to anyone who saw the graceful and charming, young ladies who followed my sister, my Maid of Honor up the aisle. Nothing could have been more wonderful, I thought as I watched the two young gentlemen who were my sons escort their sisters.

Finally, it was my turn. My father smiled and we stepped forward. We passed our friends who had come to wish us well, mom who was crying tears of joy as her daughter renewed her wedding vows, and Sean’s family who were thrilled to have us finally work out our differences.

The walk was over and I was standing at the end of the aisle. Daddy gave my hand to Sean who thanked him and walked with me to where the minister waited. Sean and I pledged our love to each other and promised to remain faithful to the end of our days. The minister smiled and pronounced us man and wife. Sean gently lifted my veil and kissed me as our friends and families cheered.

Our families took whichever kids wanted to go with them so that Sean and I could enjoy our weekend honeymoon that they had given to us as a wedding gift. Back at the house I changed into a white linen dress with a light blue jacket while Sean switched from his tux to a pair of slacks and a polo jersey which I insisted he wear. I loved the way that shirt clung to his muscular chest, the same chest that I would fall asleep on after we made love later.

After unpacking I slipped into a slinky white nightgown and peignoir set that Lori had given me as a wedding gift and set about seducing my husband. Sean quickly rose to the challenge and soon had his tongue buried deep within my well-moistened slit. After providing me with several orgasms courtesy of his tongue, Sean entered me and we climaxed together. Minutes later he was back in the saddle again, thanks to skillful manipulation of his organ by my mouth and we had another wonderful mutual climax.

"I’m afraid that’s it Beth," He gasped after our third climax. "I’ve got nothing left."

"Well I do," I told him with a smile. "Here’s a trick I learned at school that I never showed you. They said it was guaranteed to turn any man into a screamer". With no further warning I flipped around and took his organ in my mouth, sucking on it as though it was the tastiest treat I’d ever had.

"That’s good Beth, but not enough to make me… Oh my God, what are you doing?" He yelled in delight.

I couldn’t answer and suck on my treat at the same time so I just continued to suck away while probing his prostate with the index finger of my right hand. I took my time and made him scream just before he began to pulsate in my mouth.

I swallowed everything he gave me then licked my lips as I looked up at his glazed over eyes. "Got any more?"

I asked as I tickled his prostate again. Lucky me, he did have more! Two more loads in fact before he finally begged for mercy. I slipped my panties back on and curled up on my lover’s chest to spend my first real night as Mrs. Sean Adams.

Shortly afterwards, Sean took on a sales job with the company where he had been working since the switch. He soon found that he had a natural talent for sales, men were in awe of his fantastic body and women would buy anything just to spend a few minutes gazing into his deep blue eyes. He quickly rose through the ranks, becoming the top salesman in only two years.

Sean was the honoree at an awards banquet one night when someone asked him what he considered to be the best pitch he’d ever made.

My darling husband looked at me and smiled. "The best pitch, bar none, was the one I made to convince this lady to become my wife."

The audience rose to their feet in thunderous applause.

If only they knew!

 

 

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