Paying Off the Mob II

by Jennifer Allison

  

Prelude

In the first part of this story we find out our hero has a gambling problem and owes a very big chunk of change to the mob.

Then they made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world the mob had come up with a by product of their drug production, a drug that can change a person's sex. There is one small catch. and that is the reason this drug is not on the open market. They can only produce enough for twenty-five transformations a year. So they offer our hero a deal. Become a woman, get pregnant and then give them the child. Then our hero's debt would be cleared plus a twenty thousand dollar bonus.

Our hero agrees to the deal and gives the mob not one baby but twins girls. As with most deals with the mob, there was a catch. They had another by product that reduces a person age. There is also very little of this drug available, a dose of which they gave to our hero. He was then adopted.

So I became Jennifer Wilkinson.

 

New Life

For the first two years of my new life I remember just a little, but I recall some of the fun and commotion I raised when my diaper was changed. I liked to take a leak right in the middle of the diaper change after the old one was taken off and the new one was being put on. I also remember my first birthday party, when I took a swipe at my birthday cake and ended up with a handful frosting. There is a picture in the photo album of me with my frosting covered hand in my mouth.

Once in a while memories of my old life would pop into my brain. I would remember everything and how I ended up where I am. These memories would come on important occasions, like my first tooth, or my first word, or walking for the first time.

The biggest problem I caused my new parents was when they decided it was time for me to start potty training and I didn't want to. At first they tried the easy way. After cleaning up one of the messes I made, I realized my parents knew the whole truth of how I became their daughter.

"I know you know how to go to the bathroom by yourself, Jennifer. So this is how this going to work. I am going to put you back into diapers, but I won't be changing them as much as you would like me to. So either start your potty training, Jennifer, or you can have fun with diaper rash and the smell?" Mom told me.

Remembering all the fun I had with diaper rash I decided it was time for me to start potty training.

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For the next three years, if you look in a raising a child book where they talk about the terrible threes, they would use me as an example. Remember that old card game 52 card pick up? I just didn't make a mess with cards, I made a mess with everything... cards, buttons, candy just so my mom had to pick it up.

One summer I pulled the worst bonehead play of all. Years later my backside still remembers the spanking afterwards. It started when my mother and grandmother decided to go out for lunch. I wanted to go, but I was told it was for big girls. I was left with a neighbor's teenage daughter who very much liked to talk on the telephone.

Ten minutes after my mom left and the babysitter was on the phone, so I slipped out the front and started walking down the street looking for my mom. Lucky for me a nice couple was coming down the street with their daughter. After realizing I was out alone the grown-ups started back down the street stopping at each house asking if anyone was missing a little girl. It's safe to say you have never seen anybody as mad as my babysitter when she met us on the sidewalk in front of my home. She was so mad she was still in her bare feet.

Like I said, it seems like my bottom is still hurting from the spanking I received from my mom a little bit later that day.

 

Elementary School was fun. On my very first day at kindergarten I became best friends with a girl who had the same birthday as I did. Her name was Shelly. I soon realized that this Shelly was the same Shelly that I had become friends with in my other life. Oh boy, did I have a gripe with the Board of Education. Shelly and I had the distinct pleasure of having to repeat Kindergarten. The school district changed the cut off date for starting to first grade. Shelly and I were the only ones in my class to be kept back.

So for a whole school year we had to look through a fence at our old classmates as they went to the first grade classroom. Some of the less friendly ones used to make rude comments as they passed.

So it ended up Shelly and I were always the oldest girls in my class. We did a lot of things that we were not supposed to do, then we blamed it on one the younger kids. We got away with it with our teachers, but never once did we get away with it with our parents.

The one area my old memories didn't help was in the education area. So I had relearn my math and English and all the other stuff a kid has to learn.

Then there was the stuff a girl learns that most boys don't… piano and dancing. My piano teacher was one of those who rapped their student's knuckles with a ruler if they didn't hold their hands just right.

Then came the girl's only class that boys are not allowed to attend. We learned about feminine personnel hygiene, our monthly visit from the period fairy. I listened to all of this since I never had a period in my earlier life as a man to a woman having a baby and finally becoming a baby myself. The girly secrets that girls and women know but boys and men are completely blank about were revealed.

Then came Shelly's big day, but not the one I was looking forward to. I didn't hear about it until the next day.

This is what happened. It was the last week before I started the 6th grade, I hadn't seen Shelly for the last couple days. . When I called her house her mom said "Shelly isn't feeling very well."

I offered, "I could come over and keep her company."

"It isn't that bad, and besides Shelly wouldn't want to ruin your last week of summer vacation," she informed me.

The next time I saw Shelly she told me what happened.

"Jennifer, I had my first period. A couple of days before I wasn't feeling that well. When I told my mom about it she knew exactly what was happening so she kept me home until it happened. So the next morning when I woke up I found blood on my sanitary napkin."

"So how was it? Was it like you thought it would be?" I asked as memories of my past life ran through my brain. I knew one of the things that Shelly looked forward to was when she would became a woman, which happened when a girl had her first period.

"The only thing that made the cramps and bloated feeling I was having bearable was the knowledge that I had taken the next step to womanhood," Shelly told me.

"Periods might be fun the first couple times but we will be having one every four weeks," I said. "Soon they won't be so much to look forward to."

Looking at Shelly I noticed something else - an outline of something underneath her shirt.

So I asked, "Shelly are you wearing a bra?"

"Yes I am. My mom said since I had my first period I should start wearing one."

I didn't wear my first bra until a while later. I had worn two piece bathing suits but not a bra. It was on the morning of my 11th birthday.

"Jennifer I want see you in my room before you get dressed for school," My mom told as she woke me up.

Upon entering the master bedroom I was told. "Please remove you pajama top."

I was then handed a training bra. "Please put this on."

"Mom, I don't need a bra yet. Besides I don't know how to put it on," I tried to tell her.

"Yes you do, to both of those statements. You have put on bikini tops with hooks on the back, you do the same thing with a bra," she informed me. "As for needing one. I have watched you for the last week scratching at your chest. I know that the itch you are scratching is caused by your breasts getting ready to start making their appearance."

"Moooommmm!" I whined.

"No daughter of mine will go braless."

That ended the argument.

 

Three weeks later on a Saturday night I had my first visit from the period fairy. I hadn't been feeling very good a couple days before this so-called great even in my life. When I started to show the first signs my mom insisted on me wearing a sanitary napkin which it turned out I didn't need for my first period. I was sitting in the bathtub taking my bath when I noticed blood in the water. I let out a scream. My mom came rushing into the room and I pointed towards the water.

"I see my little girl has turned into a young woman," was all she said for the moment.

"What is going on in there?" yelled my dad through the door.

"Jennifer has become a young woman," mom yelled back. "She just started her first period."

"MOMMMMM!!!!!!" I screamed at her.

"He is going to find out sooner or later." She then noticed something I had noticed a couple of weeks before… the size of my nipples. "I see that isn't the only sign of your approaching womanhood."

After a couple hits and misses my period settled down to once every four weeks. To my displeasure it always began on a Saturday. By the time I turned sixteen my breasts had grown out to the size they were the first time I ever saw them. My figure wasn't a perfect a ten, but I did cause a few poor boys wet dreams.

At the start of my junior year something happened that took me a while to convince people I was telling the truth. A new girl joined the student body at my high school. Stella wasn't part of my crowd, so I really didn't know her, but I heard a lot more than I needed to know. The word was, she like sleeping with any boy that paid even a little attention to her. She was a girl you wouldn't even think about bringing her home to meet the parents.

I had very little to do with her until girls' varsity basketball tryouts. Both of us had signed up, by sheer coincidence I happened to look at Stella's application and noticed her birth date. It was the same as mine.

Since we didn't have the same gym class I had never seen Stella naked until after the first tryout. As we were toweling off I noticed a birthmark on her back very near her left buttocks. It was of a shape that I had seen before but in a smaller version.

For three days I pondered. Where did I see that birthmark before? Where? Where? Then on the third night as I was just about to go asleep it finally hit me where I had seen that birthmark before. I let out a scream that could be heard throughout the house.

"MY DAUGHTER! STELLA IS MY DAUGHTER!!!!!"

My screams brought both of my parents rushing into my bedroom without knocking.

"What happened?" asked my dad almost breathlessly.

"Was it a nightmare?" asked my mom.

"It's much worse than a nightmare. I just realized who Stella is," I said.

"Who?" they both asked in unison.

"One of my daughters, that's who," I told them.

"Impossible," replied my dad. "The people that we got you from assured us that something like would never happen."

My having a daughter didn't shock my parents. The day after my thirteenth birthday they told me that they knew the whole story on how I came to be their daughter. They knew all about my gambling debts and what I did to pay them off. "We don't care how you became our daughter. You could be from Mars… we don't care. We will love you and always will for you are now our daughter… who you were doesn't matter." They told me that both together and separately.

"Are you sure?" asked mom.

I told them about the birthmark and the same birthday.

"What's wrong with that. Shelly and you have the same birthday." said my dad.

"I know something you don't know. Shelly and I went through the same program together. We were friends then and we are still friends now."

"We already knew about it. Both sets of parents were asked before the adoption if living in the same city would be a problem. We wanted a daughter so much it didn't matter to us and Shelly's parents were happy to have her back and happy."

"Did the mob assure you that my daughter wouldn't show up one day?" I was very close in my voice demanding an answer.

"The mob had nothing to do with the program. They just supplied some of the volunteers. The process was run by a private business. They assured us that mothers and daughters would never meet, or at least know that they have ever met." answered my dad.

"Are you certain that Stella is your daughter?" asked my mom. "It might be just a coincidence about the date and the birthmark."

"I want to do some checking and find out more about Stella." I turned to my dad. "Is there any way of contacting the business involved and see what they have to say?"

"I can try. I won't promise anything, but I will try to find out the truth," said my dad. Then he asked, "Jennifer, I don't want to say or do anything that would let the secret out of the bag. You can look and ask questions but please, do nothing that would cause trouble until I get an answer to this. OK."

"I won't let the cat out of bag, I promise."

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For the next week my dad said nothing to me. Since he had never broken a promise to me yet, I knew he was looking into the matter. I spent my time looking into the matter my way… by getting friendly with Stella.

The information I came up with was that Stella was also adopted. She had been adopted within days of her birth. She knew nothing of her birth parents but she really wanted to find her birth mother. To make sure I didn't sound like I was trying to dig up something on her I told her that I was adopted at a very young age, just as she was.

Seven days after realizing I was attending high school with my daughter I found out the truth. As I arrived home from school I noticed a strange car in the driveway. When I entered the house I found a stranger sitting in the living room having coffee with my parents.

"There is Jennifer now." I heard my mom say before she called me. "Jennifer come here I want you to meet someone."

"Jennifer, this is Ms. Abercombie." The woman was about eight years older than me.

"Hi," I said.

"Ms. Abercombie has come a great distance to talk to you," my dad informed me. "She was the one I talked to about your inquires about Stella."

"You are kind of young to be in the business you're in," I said not very politely.

"JENNIFER!!!" my mom was almost screaming.

"I understand Jennifer' feelings," said Ms. Abercombie.

"How can you understand what I am feeling, Ms. Abercombie," I asked

"Please call me Carol," she told me. "The reason I understand is that I went through the same thing you did, but eight years earlier."

"So you are here now to tell me to stop looking into things that are better left alone," I said.

"I don't work for the people who did this to us. I had the pleasure of shutting down the company and then arranging for the people involved to be arrested on other charges and sent to prison. Then I spent a few dollars more to help make their lives in prison a living hell."

"How could you do that?" I wanted to know.

"I was adopted into to a very rich, and I mean filthy rich, family. My parents died during my last year in college. I decided to do something to the people involved in this dirty business and make them pay." Carol told me.

"So how does this concern me?" I asked.

"For one thing, I was the one who arranged for Stella's family to move into this area," Carol told me. "The company kept almost no records of their transactions. My people found Stella's records, after which we contacted her without telling her the whole truth. She volunteered to help find you. She really wants to know her mother."

"How did you know to send Stella here?" asked dad.

"From the paperwork we did find we knew that the people who adopted Stella's mom lived here. It was just by chance that you recognized the birthmark."

"So what happens now?" I needed to know.

"We set up a meeting between the three girls and their parents and tell them the truth. Then we'll let the girls and their families go from there.:"

"Three girls, I thought it was just Stella and me?" I ask.

"I got word just yesterday that we've found your other daughter. She lives just outside of Santa Barbara, California. Her given name is Patricia."

"Does Stella or Patricia know anything about me or the program?" I really needed to know.

"No, all Stella was told was that her mom might be living in the area. As for Patricia, we just found out about her yesterday, so I know almost nothing about her. All I can tell, based upon the others I have found, is that 99% of the adopted children are happy and with loving parents."

"You can count me in that 99%. If I had been given a choice of parents I wouldn't change them for all the tea in China." From the proud looks on my parent's faces I just made them the happiest parents in the world.

"We feel the same way about you, Jennifer. We wouldn't change anything."

Then I asked a question I had no business asking. "What about my friend Shelly? She's a part the program too."

"We already know about Shelly. Her case is a different kettle of beans. If you remember, Shelly was taken back by the same parents who raised him as a boy," Carol answered. "We are just going leave Shelly be unless something happens to change our decision."

"Happens???" I asked.

"If Shelly expresses interest in finding her child or if we find the child and they want to find their mom," said Carol.

"Shelly had a boy," I remembered.

"That is one more piece of information we didn't know."

Carol looked at her watch. "I have to go, if I don't I will miss my plane to LA."

"You said something about getting us together. When will that be? Another thing, do I say anything to Stella?" I asked.

"I can't say how long it will be until I meet with Patricia and her family. I'd say 2 to 4 weeks, but don't carve it in stone. As for telling Stella, I wish you wouldn't. I also don't want you to say anything to Shelly. When the time comes ,let her make up her own mind if she wants to meet her son or not."

"Have you found the father of my children?" I asked Carol. "He volunteered for the program later on. He was in the group behind me."

"No, but you have given us more information than we had," said Carol. "If I find out anything I'll tell you at our next meeting."

Carol left before we talk any more.

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Six very long weeks later we got a call from Carol. "Jennifer, we spoke to your other daughter," Carol informed me.

"When I can meet her?" I wanted to know.

"You and Stella and your families will have to come Santa Barbara. Patricia's mom is in a wheelchair, so it would be better for all of you to come here," Carol told me.

"Did you tell her anything about me?" I asked. "What about their father?"

"No on both counts," replied Carol. "Patricia does want to meet her birth mother, but she doesn't know about her twin sister yet. Also Patricia is one of the 99% happy children. As for the father, we are still looking for her."

"So when do you want us in California?" my dad asked.

"Are there any weekends that any of you have a problem with?" asked Carol.

"I have a important business meeting next weekend I can't miss, everything is good after that." answered my dad.

"No problems here," replied my mom and I.

"I'll get with Stella and her parents and see what weekend is good for them," Carol then told us. "I should have everything set up within three or four days."

Four days later we received a letter in the mail from Carol. In the letter were three first class airline tickets and a note from Carol. The Note read.

Jennifer:

Here are you airline tickets for LA. Don't worry about them being first class, I have more money than I could spend in ten lifetimes. Stella and her parents will be on the same flight. A car will meet you at the airport and take you to your Hotel, where I have reserved suites for the three families and myself. See you then.

Carol

The flight was scheduled for nine very long days from now.

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We were seated together on the flight. "Jennifer, why are you and your parents going to LA?" asked Stella.

"I am meeting an old friend I haven't seen in a very long time," I replied. "What about you?"

"Would you believe I am hopefully meeting my birth mom. I hope she likes me."

"She will, all moms love their daughters," I said.

"If she loved me, why did she give me up?" asked Stella.

"May be she had no choice in the matter," I replied. "Are you a little nervous about meeting her?"

"You bet I am. You see this lady who helped me find my mom said she found something else and it's going to be a big surprise to me. I can't figure out what it is."

"Don't worry about it. If this lady is nice enough to help you find your birth mom, I'm sure she isn't going to do something that will ruin the whole thing."

We started talking about teenage girl things. Boys, school, boys, clothes and boys some more. Finally the pilot announced we were fifteen minutes from touchdown. A limo Driver was awaiting for each family and we were then taken the Beverly Hills Hilton.

"This can't be where we are staying," my dad said in disbelief."

"My instructions were to deliver you to the BH Hilton. You can go somewhere else if you want," said the limo driver.

"Could you wait until we double check to make sure this is where we belong?" asked my mom.

"No problem. I was given a flat retainer, which will more than cover the trip from the airport and the trip when you folks leave," said the driver.

Stella's limo pulled up behind us.

"Jennifer you are staying here too?" Stella asked.

"I guess we are," I replied.

Five minutes later my dad was back. "They have reservations for us, so I guess we are staying." He announced.

It took little while to check in and finally get to our room, or I should say two bedroom suite. There was a basket of fruit along with a note from Carol.

Jennifer:

Patricia and her parents can't get to the Beverly Hills Hilton until after seven. I have some good news. I'll tell you when I see you.

Carol

The phone rang. "Jennifer this is Stella, my meeting isn't 'till later… Did you bring a swim suit?… I'll meet you by the pool." Stella never let me have a word edgewise.

I certainly did buy a bikini when I found out we were going to LA. When I arrived at the pool area I found Stella wearing one of the smallest bikinis I have every seen. It was three very small pieces of material from indecent exposure. We never went in the water, we lounged around and got a suntan.

I finally asked Stella, "Why do you dress like you do? There isn't enough material to use as a tissue."

"I'm a tease. I like watching men and boys drool as I pass," Stella replied.

"I heard that you're more than just a tease," I said.

"You mean the rumors that I sleep around," said Stella. "To tell the truth, I am still a virgin and plan to be that way until my wedding night."

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Finally around 5 we headed for supper. Since our stomachs were still on Central time. We were quite hungry. After that we stayed in the room, awaiting Carol's call. Finally something happened that brought me to my senses. "How can I explain all of this to them, I don't even understand it myself," rang through my head, but I kept this to myself.

Finally I just up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going Jennifer?" asked my mom.

I started to cry and said, "I want to go home. I can't go through with this!"

My mom then came over and took me into her arms. Then she began rubbing her hand over my hair like she had a thousand times before when I had been upset about something, scraped my knee, hurt myself in some way or when I just needed someone to hug.

She then said. "You have to go through with this. You owe it to yourself and you owe it to Patricia and Stella. They need to meet you and know the truth. Besides your dad and I won't let you run away from this."

Before another word could be said the phone rang. It was Carol.

My dad answered. "Yes, we will right up." He then hung up the phone and said. "Carol wants us up in the Penthouse."

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When we arrived at the Penthouse Carol ushered us into another room. "Patricia, Stella and their parents will be here shortly. I would like to talk them first. You can watch what's going in the other room on the TV screen. I'll ask you to come in when I am ready for you."

The first group to arrive was Stella and her parents. Carol did the same as she had with us. She put them in a different room and asked them to wait until called. Five minutes after Stella arrived Patricia pushed her mom's wheelchair into the room.

Stella and Patricia must have been identical twins. They looked exactly the same, except for their hair style and clothes. Where Stella's hair and clothes were a little weird, Patricia's were more on the conservative side.

"Pat, last week I told you that you would meet your mother tonight," said Carol."

"Is she here?" asked an excited Patricia. "Where is she?"

"She is in another room," answered Carol. "But that isn't the only present for you."

"What else can you do? You've helped my daughter get together with her birth mom," Patricia's mom sounded a little disappointed.

"Are you afraid Patricia's birth mom will take her away? If you are, don't worry about it. I know for certain that she has no plans of taking Pat away from you."

There was no way I was taking Patricia or Stella away from their adopted parents. Even if Stella or Patricia wanted me to.

"So what other present do you have. Do you have news on my birth father?" ask Patricia.

"I have news about your father, but he isn't in the next room. But will your twin sister do in his place?" asked Carol

"Sister. You mean I have a sister?" Patricia was almost screaming.

"An identical twin sister, to boot."

Looking around Patricia asked, "Where is she? Does she know about me?"

"Yes to both questions." Carol said as she turned. "Stella could you come here?"

I will never forget the look on Patricia and Stella's faces when they saw each other for the first time. Each stood there looking each other with tears rolling down their faces. Finally Stella almost ran over and started hugging Patricia.

Carol and the parents didn't say or do anything while the two girls hugged, cried and whisperd between themselves.

After ten minutes of this, the two girls finally stopped and introduced the members of their families as we watched from another room. My mind was going crazy trying to figure out what their reaction would be when they find out their mom is the same age as they are.

"Ms. Abercombie, you did say that our mom is also here?" asked both girls in unison.

"She is here," answered Carol. "But there is a very big problem."

"What can there be?" asked Patricia. "Just her bring out, so we meet her."

"Getting the two of you together was no problem. But explaining your mother is a different matter." Carol then turned to the parents and asked. "Do know anything about how your daughter came to be your daughter?"

"No," answered the Bill Watson, Patricia's dad.

"We didn't get Stella through a regular adoption service, that's all I know. My lawyer handled all the paperwork."

Before Carol could say another word. I knocked on the door between the two room to get her attention, which I did.

"I'll be right back. I think your mom wants to talk to me a minute," Carol said as she walked through the door to my room.

My dad asked the question the three of them wanted to know. "What do you want, Jennifer?."

"My daughters deserve the right to hear the truth from me," I said. "Mom, dad could you go into the bathroom and wait? Carol could you bring Stella and Patricia in here?"

My mom then said. "You're right. They deserve to hear the truth from their mother."

Carol returned to the main room. "Stella, Pat your mother is in the other room. She would like to see the two of you alone." Carol told them. "I want to say one more thing. She is who she says she is. The DNA test I had taken proves it."

I had my back towards the door when they walked.

As I turned to face them I said, "Hi Stella, hi Patricia."

"Jennifer what are you doing here?" asked Stella.

Patricia asked. "Who are you, another sister?"

"No I'm not your sister," I said and then paused "I'm your mother."

You could have hit each one of them with a 2x4 and they wouldn't have felt a thing.

The silent pause was broken by a very loud and simultaneous. "WHAT!!!!!"

Before I could say another word. Stella's dad was knocking on the door and asking. "Are you girls okay in there?"

Stella answered, "Yeah, we're okay."

She then turned to me and said. "Jennifer are you crazy or something. You're the same age as I am. How in the world can you be my mother?"

Still somewhat confused Patricia asked Stella. "Do you know this crazy girl?"

"Yes I do. We go to the same high school, we a sat together on the flight out here," Stella answered Patricia.

"I'm telling you the truth. I am your mother. Didn't Ms. Abercombie tell you outside that I'm who I say I am?"

"How on Earth can you be our mother?" asked Patricia.

"That is truly something I would like to know, too," said Stella.

"My parents and Carol know the whole story, but yours don't. So I would like me to tell all of you at once? Could you go out and prepare your parents?"

"I think we had better prepare them. I don't know about Stella's parents, but mine will be very much surprised," said Patricia.

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I listened through the open door as my daughters tried to prepare their parents.

"Mom, dad, We need to prepare you for my mother. She isn't what you would consider a normal looking mother." Patricia told her parents

"We don't care if she's short or tall, of a different race. As long as she is your mother, that is all that matters," said Patricia's mom.

I called my parents out of the bathroom.

"Jennifer could you and your parents come here, please," asked Stella.

"Jennifer, not Jennifer Wilkinson. You mean Helen Wilkinson is your mother?" asked Betty Stone, Stella's mom.

"My mom isn't your daughter's mother, I am!" I announced as I walk through the door.

You could not have heard a bowling ball dropped, the noise in that room was so loud.

"Is this some kind of sick joke? This teenage girl cannot be my daughter's birth mother. They look like they're the same age," stormed a somewhat angry Myles Watson.

"This is no joke. Jennifer is Patricia and Stella's birth mother. I have the DNA test to prove it," said Carol.

"But how can that be?" asked a more calmer Andy Stone.

"That's the question we all want an answer to" exclaimed Stella.

"First off, you are not test tube babies or something like that. Your father and I had sex and I carried the two of you the full nine months. Then you were delivered like all babies are." I started my explanation.

"But how can that be? You are the same age as we are!" Patricia demanded to know.

"My body is that of a seventeen year-old girl. But my mind is that of thirty-eight year-old." Before I said anymore I asked them. "Are you ready for another surprise?"

"Nothing can surprise us today," Said Myles. The other shook their heads.

"Thirty-eight years ago I was born a boy," I announced.

"WHAT!!!!"

So much for not being able to be surprised. It could also be heard by the entire floor and the rooms below us.

"This joke is getter sicker by the moment," said the once calm Andy Stone.

"Let Jennifer explain. I know for a fact she is telling the truth," said Carol.

"How can you possibly know it's the truth," asked Betty. "There is no way I can believe what Jennifer is saying, how can you?"

"The reason why I know is the same thing happened to me," explained Carol. "Forty-six years ago I was born a boy. I ran into some big trouble with the mob. I was given a choice of being changed into a woman and having a child or a very slow and painful death. What I didn't know was that after I bore this child they would also turn me into a baby and put me up for adoption."

"How can that happen. I've never heard such a thing," said Myles Watson.

"The mob discovered the drugs to transform Jennifer and myself as a byproduct of their drug manufacturing. The amount they can make is so small that nothing ever came out in the media. They didn't advertise it's existence. You run the numbers through your head on how many transgendered or Adult Babies would want this drug. Miuch as they would love to make a bundle from this, there so little available the mob figured it would best to keep both drugs a secret. So they and a few other unscrupulous people went into the baby producing business."

"So, what is your story Jennifer?" asked Patricia.

"By the time I was twenty-one, I owed the mob almost a hundred thousand dollars. It wasn't death they offered me. It was accept the deal offered or they would get their money a different way. I chose not to let them castrate me and then sell me as a slave to someone in the Middle East with no way of coming back."

"There is one important thing I want to tell you, my daughters. During the last seventeen years of my life I couldn't remember much about my past life. But when I did remember, I asked myself one thing all the time. How are my daughters doing?" I told Stella and Patricia. "I have never forgotten you and I have loved you and always will."

"Since you're their birth mother, will want them to leave us and move in with you?" by the tone of Betty Stone's voice I knew she was very worried about losing her daughter.

"Mrs. Stone, Mrs. Watson. I want you say something and I want you to believe it comes straight from my heart," I said to them both. "I'm their birth mother, but I am not their mom, you are. You were there when they scraped their knees. You were there when you told them about the birds and the bees. You were there when their best friend stole their boyfriend. So you're their mom and always will be. I can't replace you and I don't want too. But what I would like to be is their friend."

Patricia stood up and said, "There is something I should have done in other room."

Stella then stood up, "I know what exactly you mean sis."

Without another word both girls rushed over and started to hug and kiss me. Our parents sat and watch the mother and daughters and didn't say a thing until we stopped.

"Jennifer could you come here?" asked Amanda Watson. When I did she hugged and kissed me and then said. "I would like to be your friend too."

Betty joined the embrace and said. "Put me on that list, too."

Then Andy Stone said something that all of the families wanted, mine included. "Jennifer. I think I speak for Watson's and my family. We would love for you to consider yourself part of our families too."

"Certainly, I know Amanda, Patricia and I love the idea," announced Myles Watson.

I started to cry followed by my two daughters, then three moms and finally the three dads. Carol couldn't help herself and started crying herself.

"Thank You, for not making my dream come true." I said.

A very loud, "WHAT?" was heard.

"Let me explain. When I used to dream of meeting my daughters. It always ended in a nightmare. I'm saying thank you for not making it a nightmare."

Fifteen minutes of small talk followed as we found out more of each other.

"Jennifer? How long have you known that I was your daughter?" asked Stella. "Or did you just find out?"

"I've known since the first basketball tryouts," I answered. "It took me a few days to realize who you were. I talked to my parents, who then asked me to say nothing until my dad checked it out. A week later Carol showed up and confirmed who you are. She also told me they just found Patricia and asked me not to say anything until she could arrange this meeting."

"How did you know?" asked Patricia. "Who is older, me or Stella?"

"You're older - by about ten minutes, Patricia. Stella has a birth mark on her right buttock. I also saw her application for the basketball team, which showed her date of birth was the same as mine."

"Do you know where our father is?" asked Stella.

"Carol is the one for that question." I said.

"I know where he is," replied Carol. "I think you had better tell the girls about their dad. Then I'ill them what's going on in that matter."

"After making me pregnant your father decided to join the same program I was in. She delivered her baby four months after you were born."

"You mean he's a seventeen year old girl, too?" asked Amanda.

"She will turn seventeen next week, and I did find her," said Carol.

"When can we meet her?" both girls asked.

"Not for a year, plus at least a week," replied Carol. "Let me explain what I mean by that. Jessica wants to meet the three of you and also the child she had. But her mom asked for one thing, so Jessica and I will respect her wishes. The meeting can't take place until after Jessica turns eighteen."

"That is an awful long wait," I said.

"To wait a year is good. It will give us time to find the boy that Jessica had," said Carol.

This get together lasted until 3 am. As we were heading back to our separate rooms Carol asked. "What's next for you girls?"

The three of us answered together.

"DISNEYLAND!!!"

  

  

  

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