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My Husband, My DaughterMy Husband, My Daughter.By Betty Noone”Paul, I wish you could be a little happier,” JoAnn his wife of two yearssaid to him.”I have been out of work for over three months now, and it seems that no-one wants to hire me.” Paul replied.JoAnn Crawford was thirty years old. Six years older than her husband.He was in real estate sales, but the recession caused lay-offs, and itseems no-one is hiring. He tried to get a job in other fields but in atight job market, the employers were looking for experienced people andhe could not qualify.JoAnn loved her husband and it took her a little time to decide that shewould marry him because she was concerned about the age differencebetween them. But when dating they always had such fun, always had lotsto talk about, and since it wasn’t a vast difference in their ages, sheconsented to marry him. And so far she hasn’t been disappointed.For his part, Paul adored his wife. She was pretty, smart, and theyseemed to complement each other perfectly. But being unemployed, and fornow, seemingly unemployable, was taking its toll on Paul’s usual sunnypersonality.It is not like they needed the money. JoAnn’s parents owned the largestwomen’s store in town. When JoAnn graduated from college with herbachelor’s degree in fashion design, she began to work at her parent’sestablishment. They taught her well, and she was a quick learner. Sothat now, her parents put her in charge of running the business, made hera partner, and went into early retirement. JoAnn’s parents loved totravel and when running your own business seemed it that it was neverthe right time to get away from the store. But now that JoAnn is incharge they are indulging their dream and are away someplace almost ninemonths out of the year.JoAnn was not only a partner, but now was in charge of the entire storeoperation and was being paid quite well.The store catered to women of all sizes. They had apparel such asdresses, skirts, blouses, suits. They also had a full line of lingerieand sleepwear. There was one section where cosmetics and fragrances weresold. Coats, rain gear, and costume jewelry rounded out the line. Whatthey didn’t sell was shoes. Nor did they offer any salon services. Thestore was located in a corner of the nicest mall downtown.JoAnn continued, “I know you have been trying, honey. Be patient,something will turn up.” But secretly she was concerned about herhusband’s mental health. She saw him getting more despondent by the day,and she thought she ought to try to do something about it. It was on hermind quite a bit for the next several days, and finally she thought of apossible solution, but would Paul go for it? There is only one way tofind out, she thought to herself, and that is to discuss it with him atdinner tonight.Paul always helped JoAnn in the kitchen, and they found it fun to preparetheir meals together. He was also good about clearing the table, andwiping the dishes as JoAnn washed them. So the kitchen chores were donetogether. While Paul was preparing the salad, Jo Ann took a deep breathand went for it.”Paul, honey.””What, dear?”I have thought of a plan where you could get a job. A good job. A jobthat could pay well. But it is sort of complicated.””What are you talking about, JoAnn?””Come work for me.””What?””I said, come work for me. You know, in the store.””What could I possibly do there? I don’t know bookkeeping, and I dont’want to be a stock boy.””No, No. Nothing like that, lover. Come work as a salesperson. I thinkyou could do well at it. You were always comfortable around women.””Well, I don’t think that the average woman would be comfortable buyingdresses from a man.””That’s just it, dear. I want you to come work as a female.””Are you nuts?””No, dear. I mean it. I have been looking at you carefully the past fewdays and I think that I can make you into a nice looking woman. Youwould have to learn a lot about how women act, but you are a quicklearner, and I think that you could find it fun, too.””JoAnn honey, you know I would do anything you wanted me to do, but thisis way out of the box. I never have worn women’ clothes. I wouldn’tknow how to act like a woman. People would see through me in aninstant.””If all that concerns you is that people will know you are a man, whynot lets try it at home and see what happens?””Where will I get the clothes. You don’t expect me to go shopping, doyou?”JoAnn mentally smiled to herself, she knew she was bringing him around,and said,”Did you forget that I own the store? We can go there after it is closedand make selections of what we will need and then bring them home for youto try on.””OK. But promise that no one will see me, and that you don’t tellanybody about this. I would crawl into a hole if anyone found out.””It will be fine, dear, you’ll see.”The store closes at six on Sundays, and at six thirty the next Sundaynight JoAnn let herself and her husband into the store. She turned offthe alarm, notified mall security that the lights would be turned on andthat she would be in the place, and that it was not being burlarized.It took several hours for JoAnn to select three dresses, several skirtsand blouses, panties, bras, all of which she first had to measure Pauland then to his embarrassment hold them up to him to see how they wouldlook. He was unaware that JoAnn also selected some sleepwear, such asnight gowns and penoirs for home wear. She also selected severalhousedresses for around the house. Picking up cosmetics that she thoughtwould be appropriate and a bag full of costume jewelry, they were done.After they put the shopping bags in the car’s trunk, they went back tothe mall and went to the Payless shoe store, that was open until ten P.M.There were no customers in the store, and JoAnn told the clerk that theywould find what they need by themselves. They went to the women’sdepartment and JoAnn, after having Paul take off his shoes and socks, andthen had him put on the nylon ankle length hose, found several pair ofpumps that fit him. They were size 10 with a two inch stacked heel. Shealso found a pair of house slippers with a 1″ heel to wear with thesleepwear. JoAnn took the shoes to the front and the clerk checked themout, and JoAnn paid for them with a card, while Paul stayed to theside,too embarrassed to say anything. This night was boggling his mind.He had never seen JoAnn in such a frenzy as tonight. It was if she wason a mission. Several times, while in the store he thought about callingthe whole thing off but thought better of it when her realized howexcited his wife was about the whole idea.By the time they got home and the packages brought in from the car, itwas getting quite late, and they both were tired and they went to bed.In bed he clung to his wife, realizing that he was to embark on a newadventure, one that he was not sure he wanted to take. JoAnn, sensitiveto his moods, held him tightly, until they both fell into anuninterrupted sleep.After breakfast, JoAnn asked, “Are you ready?””I guess so.””C’mon. Be a sport. We are home together. Let’s have some enthusiasm. Maybe it wont work out, but let us at least give it a try. What do yousay?””You’re right, honey. I will try to be a better sport about this.””Good girl.””What did you say?”I said, ‘good girl’. If you are going to look and act like a girl, youwill have to get used to being called a girl.””Yeah. I guess you’re right.”With that, JoAnn took Paul’s hand and led him upstairs where there wereshopping bags full of clothes. She walked him into the bathroom whereshe already had a tub full of hot soapy water waiting for him.”Get in, soak for about fifteen minutes, then shave all of your body hairoff. When you are done call me. I will be in our bedroom waiting foryou.””Do I have…” He was going to say ‘have to’ but JoAnn looked at himsternly, and without another word took the razor from her hand and wentin to soak. He did as he was told and the warm, soapy water, softenedhis body hair and it came off easily. Not that he had that much to startwith. He also shaved his face as close as he could. He deposited thehair from the razor into a paper plate that JoAnn supplied otherwise itwould have clogged the drain. When he was finished, he called out to hiswife, who came into the bath room and poured about a few drops of perfumein the water, swished it, and said, “Women always smell nice. This isWhite Shoulders. You have always liked it when I wore it. It will beyour scent. You will see how nice it makes you feel.”He got out of the tub, towel dried, and JoAnn corrected him as to howwomen pat themselves dry instead of rubbing the towel against their skin.Paul paid attention. He decided that he would be a good sport and thathe really did not want to disappoint his wonderful wife. He will do thevery best he can, and listen to her instructions without furthercomplaint. JoAnn showed him how to wrap the bath towel against his chestas women do, and then he followed her into the bedroom. Having his bodyclean shaven, caused him to be sensitive to the air moving around hisbody. He was surprised at how sensuous it felt.He donned panties, JoAnn helped him into his bra, and then put insertsinto the cups to fill them out. She held a terrycloth robe for him toslip into, which he did. JoAnn then sat him in front of the vanity, andsaid for Paul to pay attention as he would have to learn to do thesethings by himself. She proceeded to thin his eyebrows and shape them abit, but not too much. She commented that she didn’t realize how smallhis shoulders were and how lovely his long neck looked. She also saidshe didn’t realize that he did not have a huge skull. Fascinated withwhat JoAnn was doing to his face, he made no return comment. She appliedfoundation to his face. Then eyeliner and mascara. She thought Paullooked a little pale, and applied a small amount of blusher to hischeeks. She brought out an auburn wig. It was not too long. It wasparted down the middle and came down just short of his shoulders. Allthe while JoAnn is talking to him, telling him what she is doing, and howshe is doing it. And Paul was paying attention to everything she said.Paul did not see much difference until the wig was put on. Then JoAnnapplied lipstick to his lips and shaped them into a cupid’s bow. Assoon as the wig and lipstick were on him, he knew he could no longer backout. Looking back at him was a female.A plumpish, but not obese, young girl Paul did not realize it, but hiseyes were shining with excitement and JoAnn realized that she was reallygoing to be able to pull this off.A pretty one at that. To confirm his thoughts, JoAnn exclaimed, “My God.Your are prettier than I am.” Strangely, Paul was pleased. It was as ifone inserted a key into a lock, turning it for the first time, andsurprised that it fit. Paul was yet not aware of it, but something just’clicked’.A dress with a scoop neckline, short sleeves and full skirt was thendonned. Finally, he was shown how to put on his nylon hose, and slipinto the pumps. He stood up, at first, a little wobbly because of theheels. But they were not too high, and the shoes not only fit but werecomfortable.”Try walking in the room, back and forth, a couple of times. Let me lookat you.” JoAnn instructed. Paul walked and by the third round found thathe no longer teetered in the heels. He was surprised how he looked, andcouldn’t take his eyes away from the mirror, looking at himself. He wasfascinated with what he saw.”What did I tell you?” JoAnn said. “Just look at you. You are darling.””Yes. Yes, I guess I am sort of pretty, aren’t I?””Oh, Cheryl, this is going to be a great experiment. You’ll see, it isgoing to work out fine.”Cheryl?,” he asked.”Yes. Your name is going to be Cheryl. I found a name tag from asalesgirl who is no longer with us in my desk. I think Cheryl is a cutename for you. What do you think?””Cheryl. Cheryl,” he repeated. “Yeah, Cheryl sounds good to me.”JoAnn instructed. “Now say, ‘Cheryl. Cheryl. Yes. I love it.’ and sayit slowly and softly.He did as JoAnn asked, and she continued. “With women, and girls, it isnot so much the tone of your voice, but how you say it. Don’t say’yeah’ when you mean to say ‘yes’.And women don’t just ‘like’ things, they ‘love’ them. Try to rememberto speak as a woman would. Listen to how I speak and then try it foryourself. I will correct you whenever I feel I need to. How do youfeel, now that you are dressed up?””Well, I can’t get over how light the clothes feel on me. And that theyfit about my body is sensual. I can see why women wear heels. My legslook so much nicer in them.””Yes, Cheryl dear, you have killer legs.””Do I have to be called Cheryl while we are together with no-one elsearound?””Sweetheart, you have to become accustomed to being a woman. By the way,I really can’t call you a woman. You look more like a girl. A girl noolder than nineteen.”Pleased he said, “I do look younger, don’t I?””Yes you do. You look like a college girl. Sweet, too. I think weselected the wrong clothes for you. We are going to have to go back andreturn all this stuff. it is too old for you. We will have to shop inthe girl’s department. But this time we won’t have to go in after thestore is closed. We can shop with you dressed as you are.””Oh, God. Do you think so? I don’t think I am ready to go outside ofthe house.””Trust me, Cheryl dear, you are going to be a natural.”He was puzzled as to why this pleased him so.JoAnn sat on the bed, and patted the bed next to her, indicating thatCheryl should sit beside her.JoAnn then said. “This brings me to a problem that I haven’t consideredbefore. You obviously cannot be my husband, and everyone knows I don’thave a sister, but you have the same last name as mine. What can you beto me?”Cheryl sat quietly, thinking about it, but nothing came to mind.”Of course,” JoAnn exclaimed! “You will be my niece from out of town.The story will be that you re-located to this area and are temporarilyliving with me.””I will be your niece?””Yes. Of course. Starting now, you must call me either Aunt Jo orAuntie. The more we do it the more comfortable we will be with it and itwill reduce the possibility of a slipup. When you are working at thestore, if I am in your presence as the owner, you must address me as theother employees do, and that is, either Mrs. Crawford, or ma-am. Butother than that, and you won’t see me often during business hours, youmust address me as Aunt Jo.””Can I call you Auntie-Jo?””Of course, dear.”JoAnn spent the next four days tutoring Cheryl in how to comport himselfas a girl. She told him that there was only one other person that had tobe let in on the secret, and that was her friend who ran her salon.Cheryl had no choice by now but to agree to whatever JoAnn wanted.JoAnn was unrelenting in her tutoring.Sit straightHead held highSmooth your skirt when you sit.Keep your legs together or cross them.Eat slowly.Talk slowly.Sit when you pee, and wipe yourself with a bit of toilet paper before youpull your panties back up.Use feminine terminology when you speak.Sit on the edge of a chair, titties out, spine straight and head high.Keep your toes pointed straight when you walk. Walk in a straight line.Keep your body shaved.Don’t put on too much perfume. Just a hint.Tilt your head when you put the phone to your ear, so that your hairdoesn’t obscure your hearing.Smile. Women always smile. And when you smile, show your teeth. Smileall of the time!Shave your body as soon as there is stubble. Girls have smooth skin notscratchy.For four days, over and over again. Cheryl listened and tried. By theend of the fourth day, while there will always be something new to learn,she got it down pat. casino siteleri Auntie Jo was satisfied.The only thing that concerned Cheryl was that during all this time shedid not get an erection, nor did she have the urge for sex. It was as ifshe became asexual. This did not occur to JoAnn as her husband did nothave a strong libido anyway and having sex was usually no more than twicea month. Most of the time it was JoAnn that instigated it. Not that herhusband was unable to perform, it was just that he relied upon JoAnn tobe the initiator. That was his nature. He was a passive person, but noone realized it not even him. He just thought of himself as a guy whogot along with everyone, not realizing that by doing so, he was thepassive one.Robin, the owner of the salon, came over the following day, and humanhair wigs were tried on. The style selected was typical of what theyoung girls are wearing…parted in the middle and then falling down thesides and back. The hair usually fell to the front of the shoulders. Thehair color selected was a little lighter than Cheryl’s natural hair, andthe entire effect was perfect. The length and style of the hair meantthat hair was constantly falling into Cheryl’s face and Cheryl found thatshe (we can’t call him.’him’ anymore, can we?) was constantly putting herhair back in place. Young girls are constantly fussing with their hair,and Cheryl found that she did too. Robin then attached nail extensions,but not too long and then filed them into ovals and painted them coral.She also gave Cheryl a pedicure, which was a new experience, but sheliked it. The toenails were painted to match the fingernails. Robinthen spent an hour teaching Cheryl in the care and styling of the wig,and left a spare wig for emergencies. She also left a lipstick tube thecolor matching the color of the nails.After Robin left, a thought occurred to Cheryl. He asked JoAnn, “You arespending a fortune on me. Is this all to just be your salesgirl?””Cheryl, my dear. It is worth every penny to see you happy. Your eyesare shining. You look beautiful. A little plump, but that’s O.K. You’renot fat. Are you happy?””You know I didn’t want to do this. But now that I am into it. I loveit. I love the way I look, I love the way women’s clothes feel on me.I cannot explain it, but yes, I am happy. Happier than I have been in along time. I am really starting to look forward to my new adventure,Auntie.”JoAnn was really pleasantly surprised when she realized that Cherylcalled her ‘auntie’ without thinking about it.”Let’s have some lunch and then let’s take all of this stuff back to thestore, return it, and select clothes more in keeping with the age youlook. But before we go, please take off your wedding band, Cheryl dear.””Why Auntie. Aren’t we still married?””Of course we are, honey, but at nineteen you are too young to bemarried. Besides, the ring is masculine and doesn’t go with how you nowlook. I will lend you some of my costume jewelry to wear until you canpurchase some of your own.”JoAnn took Cheryl by the hand and walked her to where her jewelry boxwas. Several rings were selected, one for each hand. A ladies’ watch,bracelets, clip on ear-rings, and a gold necklace finished off the look. With every item Cheryl put on, she found that she loved it.At the store JoAnn, being the boss, assigned one of the clerks to takethe returned clothes and return them to inventory. Everything wasreturned except the nightclothes and cosmetics. Then Auntie and niecewent to the girl’s department and this time Cheryl participated in theselection of the clothes. Rifling through the racks, putting skirts,blouses or dresses up against her to see how they look. JoAnn wasconstantly amazed at how femmy her husband had become in so short a time.In their excitement neither one of them considered the long term effectsof what they were doing. After shopping, they had the selections sent tobe stored in the trunk of the car, and JoAnn, holding Cheryl’s handwalked into the mall. The first stop was an ear-ring kiosk. Cherylsubmitted to having her ears pierced without complaint, and small pearlstuds were inserted. Instructions were given as to the care of thepuncture until healing in about six weeks. Then they walked hand in handto an upscale shoe store. Two pairs of medium heels for wearing all dayat work, and a black patent leather pump with a three inch stiletto heel,(Cheryl found it difficult to walk in them at the store, but was assuredwith practice they would feel comfortable.) a strappy sandal with a 2 1/2inch stacked heal, a pair of wedgies, and a pair of heeled houseslippers.Occasionally, Cheryl pulled out her face powder from her purse, (Oh yes,several purses were also purchased) and checked her makeup. From time totime she pulled out her lipstick and refreshed her lips. JoAnn smiled insatisfaction.They drove home and JoAnn directed Cheryl to put all the new purchases inthe guest room. They needed the closet space and when they came to it,JoAnn announced, “This is Cheryl’s room”. Cheryl understood, that theguest bedroom would now be hers, and while disappointed at being movedfrom sleeping with JoAnn, she didn’t comment, except to say, “Yes,Auntie Jo.”It took several hours for all of the stuff to be put on hangars, labelsremoved and hung up. Cheryl was surprised to be told that girls hangtheir clothes facing left, and did so.The dresser drawers were filled with hose, white cotton ankle socks, andbikini style underwear. The bras were slightly padded, and there weresoft plastic inserts to insert in the cups to fill them out. The effectwas for small breasts, no larger than a B cup which was fitting with thelook that JoAnn wanted for Cheryl. When all the paper was stuffed ingarbage bags and put in the trash, Jo Ann bade Cheryl to undress and getinto her nightie and to lay on her bed. JoAnn turned off the lights sothat the room was darkened, and pressed ‘play’ on the TV remote. On thelarge flat screen of the TV there came movies of Cheryl, in all manner ofdress and activities that JoAnn had secretly taken with her Iphone. Theclip was a little over 1/2 hour long. Cheryl was watching himself on thescreen, admiring himself. Seeing herself on the TV screen reinforced hisacceptance of what she has become. It must have been latent, but as soonas he was dressed as a female and took the name of Cheryl, she becameCheryl. Who knows what lurks in the recesses of the mind? When it wasover, JoAnn pulled the covers over Cheryl, tucked her in as if she were asmall c***d, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “Goodnight, my sweetniece. You have done well. I am so proud of you.” She turned , leftthe room, shutting the door behind her. The day’s events left Cherylcompletely exhausted. She turned over, hugged her pillow, and soon fellsound asleep. She forgot to take off her wig, or remove her makeup.During the night, Cheryl dreamed but when she awoke she could rememberthat she had dreams, but could not remember what they were about.In the morning, Cheryl got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Sittingto pee was second nature by now. She looked at herself in the mirror andshe was a mess. The wig was askew, and the makeup smeared. She washedthe makeup off, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. She then slippedon the robe which was part of the nightgown set, slipped her feet intothe mules and went downstairs where Auntie Jo was waiting for her.”Good morning, Cheryl, dear. Juice?”Cheryl nodded and JoAnn set a large glass of orange juice at Cheryl’splace as she sat down. Carefully smoothing the skirt as she sat, andsitting straight in her chair, spine straight, head high, titties out.Observing this, JoAnn thought, ‘Perfect!'”sleep well?” JoAnn asked.”Yes, Auntie. I did. I dreamed a lot during the night, but I can’tremember any of it.””Well, there is a lot going on in your head now. Your brain is sortingit out, I think.””Yes, Auntie, I suppose so.”Auntie then served French Toast with coffee and when finished they putthe dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wiped the table clean.”I thought tonight we would go out to eat. You have to get out into thereal world now Cheryl, dear.””Oh, Auntie. I don’t think I am ready for that.””It has to be sometime and tonight is the night. Trust me, you will dojust fine. Have I steered you wrong so far?””No Auntie, you haven’t.””Well, then that is settled isn’t it?”Cheryl nodded in assent.Cheryl went upstairs to get dressed. She took her bath, re-shaved herbody, added a few drops of her perfume into the bath water so that shewould faintly smell of it. She changed her bra and panties, and thenproceeded to make herself up. When done she went to her closet and tooka little time trying to decide which outfit to wear for this day.She selected a plaid jumper with a white blouse. The skirts of her newclothes came down to just above her knees as is the style for one herage. The only exception was the dress she wore when they went back tothe store. That hem was about two inches below her knees. Cheryl lovedthe feel of the shorter skirts and they showed off her killer legs.Cheryl did not realize it but she was no longer acting. She wasperforming her feminine actions naturally now. She didn’t realize thatit was no longer a role that she was going to play. She was becomingCheryl. More so with every passing day.She slipped on her medium heels without putting stockings on, andproceeded to make her bed. Then she picked up the dirty clothes, andgrabbed the long skirted dress from the closet and went downstairs. Allthis time she did not see JoAnn. She placed the dirty clothes in thehamper in the laundry room and went to find her Auntie.She found JoAnn in the kitchen mixing a batter for chocolate chipcookies, and said.”Auntie Jo, this is the dress I wore to buy my new clothes. My newclothes all drop above the knee except this one. Do you think you couldhave the seamstress fix it for me?” The store maintained an alterationdepartment with a seamstress on duty at all times the store is open.”No, dear. What I will do is show you how to shorten it yourself. It issomething you should learn to do. Just let me finish this batch and getit in the oven and I will be with you shortly. By the way, you look solovely today, dear. I just love that outfit on you. You look just likea high school girl.”Cheryl beamed and said, “Thank you, Auntie.”Later, JoAnn schooled Cheryl in the art of sewing. First, cautioning herthat sewing takes time and must never be rushed. Mistakes are alwaysmade when you try to sew too fast for your abilities. She showed Cherylhow to pin the hem to the proper length, iron it so that it has a crease.Then to slowly cut the excess material from the dress and to then fold itinto a hem for sewing. Cheryl then took the dress and walked over to thesewing machine located in the laundry room.”What are you doing, Cheryl?””I am going to sew the hem,Auntie.””No. Not on the sewing machine. To do it right you have to do it byhand. And there is a special way to do it. Come into the den and I willshow you. With matching thread in the needle, JoAnn showed Cheryl how topick up just one strand of thread in the dress material and bring thethreaded needle through it. This will create a hem that will not showany sewing marks. Cheryl took the needle and thread from her Aunt, andbegan to sew the hem. It was slow work, and JoAnn stayed in the roomwith her, while reading a book.After a while, with the hem about one half completed, Cheryl said.”Auntie?””Yes dear?””Does this mean I am not your husband anymore?””Tell me, how do you feel about it?””I have come to realize that you are now my Aunt and that I am nowCheryl. But what happened to Paul? Is he ever coming back?””Would you want him to?””I don’t know. I have been Cheryl for only about two weeks, and it seemsthat I have been Cheryl for always. I confess that I love being Cherylbut I never really thought that what we have done would be, for me atleast, a life-changing experience.””Does that bother you?””I haven’t really had the time to think about it. But if I were toremain Cheryl, how would you feel about that?”Each one was trying to gauge the feelings of the other, without makingany commitments, yet. After a few minutes thinking about it, JoAnn said,”You know I loved you as Paul. I also love you as Cheryl. I was sickseeing you deteriorate when you were without a job. You becamewithdrawn, uncommunicative, and your normally sunny dispositiondisappeared. I will admit that I didn’t foresee some of the decisionsthat we are now talking about. But you have come back out of your shell.You are a sunny, vibrant, human being, except that you are now a younggirl instead of my young husband. Wow. Thinking about it is making myhead whirl. Are you saying that you want to become Cheryl for always?””Auntie, I don’t know what I am saying at this time. For a person whonever thought about being a member of the opposite sex, I find that Ienjoy being a girl. At least, so far. I seem to love everything thatgirls do. Would it surprise you if I told you that I don’t think ofPaul, or myself as Paul anymore? I really love being pretty. Maybe if Iwas ugly it wouldn’t work, but even you told me that I was really pretty.Also, calling you Auntie all of the time has made me feel more like yourniece than your husband.””Yes, my darling Cheryl. You are indeed pretty. You need to lose someweight. Would you mind if I talk to my gynecologist to see about puttingyou on hormones?””Hormones? What would hormones do?””I am not sure about everything that they would do to you. But Iunderstand that your skin would get softer, your hair softer and shinier,and your body hair thinner and softer. You would begin to develop somebreast tissue, but I understand that in most cases you would not developenough breasts tissue to give you full breasts. To get that you wouldstill need to go for implants. Your waistline would become smaller andyour butt would get fuller. In other words you would develop some femalefat distribution about your body.””What about sex?””What about it?””Would I still be able to have erections?””My question to you is, why would you want to?”After a pause and thinking about it, Cheryl said.”Call the doctor.””We have to let my parents know what is happening, honey. Also what areyou going to tell your parents?”Cheryl’s parents moved to Florida and rarely came in to visit. Althoughthey frequently kept in touch by Email. JoAnn’s parents were someplacein Colorado on some dude ranch, but available by Email as well.”Let’s hold off calling anybody until we talk to the doctor.”With that JoAnn left the room to call her doctor while Cheryl continuedto sew the hem of her dress. In a few moments JoAnn came back into theroom saying,”She can see us in 45 minutes. We have no time to spare. Get your purseand let’s go.”They were silent in the car, each lost in their own thoughts.Finally, JoAnn said, “if we continue down this road, you realize that wehave to get a divorce.””I am not ready to think about that yet,”They remained quiet until they got to the doctor’s office. JoAnnannounced herself to the girl at the reception desk and it was but a fewminutes later that they were ushered into the doctor’s office. Dr.Jimunek greeted JoAnn warmly, nodded to Cheryl and JoAnn and Cheryl satdown in front of the doctor’s desk. JoAnn glanced at Cheryl who wassitting on the edge of her seat, head high, back straight, and chest out.Knees together, every inch a proper girl. At the doctor’s prompting,JoAnn related the events of the past several weeks, and said they starteddiscussing female hormone treatment and that is why they are here.”Are you telling me canlı casino that this girl has only been dressing and acting as afemale for only two weeks?””Yes, doctor. That is exactly what I am saying.””Stand up dear, let me look at you.”Cheryl rose from her seat, twirled, and gave a slight curtsy, smilingsweetly all the time.”Where did she learn to do that?” JoAnn thought to herself. She toofound that she could not identify this person other than how shepresented herself. She too found that in her excitement as a Svengali,creating a new human being, she no longer thought about having ahusband. But that she suddenly was living with her niece, who was notonly pretty, but a nice person.The doctor said, ” I cannot believe it.” And to Cheryl she said, have youever dressed as a female before?””No ma-am. Never. I never even thought about it. But we are herebecause in the past two weeks I know that this is who I am, and this iswho I must be.”Looking at JoAnn, the doctor said, “She even sounds like a girl.”The doctor then explained what taking female hormones would do to thebody. Most of it was the same or similar to what JoAnn said to Cherylearlier. What wasn’t discussed was that the doctor also recommended thattestosterone blockers be given. This would eliminate all sexual urgesand eliminate the production of semen in the body. The doctor thoughtthat it would take about three months before any physical signs ofchanges would be noticed. But after that, it being different with eachindividual, the changes could then be rapid. When she was through withher explanations, she said,”Do you want to think about it?”Cheryl looked at JoAnn and said,”what do you think Auntie?”JoAnn said, “it’s not up to me,honey, it is up to you. The changes willbe permanent. The doctor may be right in having you wait to make such adecision. After all, you have been Cheryl for such a short time.””No. I don’t want to wait. Doctor, can you start me on therapy rightaway?”With that the doctor pressed a buzzer and the nurse entered the room.The doctor told the nurse what medications to bring into the room as wellas release forms. In a short time Cheryl received a shot in the buttocksas well as a shot in the forearm. She also got two prescriptions, pillsto be taken daily. There were the usual possible side-effects, rashes,itchiness, constipation, nausea, were among them. The doctor showedJoAnn and Cheryl how to give Cheryl the two weekly injections withouthaving to come to the doctor’s office to receive them. She gave them thevials of chemicals, and cautioned them both to make sure that they do notexceed the doses recommended on the lbottle.As they were leaving the office, Cheryl impulsively hugged the doctor.The doctor smelled the faint scent of White Shoulders.”She even smells like a girl,” she mused.The next day, Cheryl was instructed to dress in a white blouse and blackskirt which was the uniform for the sales girls. They drove to the storeand Cheryl was introduced to the human resources person and all of theapplications for employment were filled out. She could not hand over hersocial security number as it would show the name of ‘Paul ‘ on it, so sherecited it instead. Afterwards she was led to the lingerie section whereKelly an experienced salesgirl was waiting for her. She was shown how tofind the inventory, how to fold the items carefully, how to enter thesale into the register/computer. The entire day was spent learning indifferent departments, and Cheryl was accepted for what she appeared tobe. At 5:30 JoAnn came by to pick her up and drive her home.On the way home Cheryl excitedly recounted the day’s activities and allthat she learned. Her eyes were bright with excitement and she didn’tstop talking. By the time they got home JoAnn wished she would shut upalready. Cheryl carefully hung up her uniform and slipped into a dusterand wore her heeled mules. She washed her face, removing all of themakeup, and just kept on her earrings, watch, two finger rings and theplastic pearl necklace, which matched the earrings. She just put a dabof lipstick on and went downstairs. They prepared dinner together, andafterwards went to the family room to watch TV.”Did you take your pills this morning?” JoAnn asked.”Of course, Auntie.” Cheryl now looked upon JoAnn as her aunt and thememory of her as a wife has faded from memory. Her responses toquestions were not faked, but came naturally.Cheryl brought her dress to be hemmed in with her, and completed thesewing. Afterwards she pressed the hem and was pleased that it was nowthe shorter length she wanted but also, what a nice job she had done withit. You could not see any needlework at the base of the skirt. Shebrought the dress to her room and hung it in the closet, being careful toface it towards the left when hung.When she rejoined JoAnn, JoAnn said, “Well, tomorrow is your big day.Your first day at work. I know that you will do just fine.””I no longer am concerned that people will read me. It feels so naturalto be me. Can you understand what I am saying, Auntie dear?””Yes. I think I do. You know, now that you have committed to hormones,we have to again talk about telling our parents, and I really think thatwe ought to consult my attorney and start the proceedings.””You mean, divorce?””Yes, that, and I think we ought to have your name legally changed.””Yes. You are right. I feel a little sad about it, but there is noother option, is there?””No, dear. None that I can see.”JoAnn and Cheryl drove to the store the next morning and Cheryl wasassigned to the lingerie department. JoAnn went into her office. Shehad her own things to do, and meetings to take. Running a large storewas a real job, and JoAnn had already spent a lot of time away from thestore tutoring her now niece.The shift ended at 5:30. At lunch time Cheryl was invited to join some ofthe other sales girls who took their lunch at the same time and theywalked to the food court in the mall Cheryl ordered a salad and an icedtea which she sweetened with Equal instead of real sugar. At 5:00 JoAnnbuzzed for her store manager and asked her how Cheryl did this first day.The manager was very enthusiastic. On her first day Cheryl outsold theother girls. It seems that Cheryl was expert in suggesting other itemsto go with the customers’ selections, increasing the dollar volume of thesale. This pleased JoAnn very much, and at 5:30 came by to pick Cherylup and drive home. Cheryl’s work day would be from Monday throughFriday, with Friday’s closing time at 8PM instead of 5:30 as on the otherdays. On the way home again Cheryl again told about her exciting day,and how she had the customers make additional purchases through hersuggestions. She also said that she gave each customer a store businesscard with her name written on it, and asked them to ask for her, and thatshe would could continue to give them her personalized service. JoAnnthought that was such a good idea that she made a mental note to bring itup to the store manager and have the other girls begin to use it. WhenJoAnn drove the car into the garage, Cheryl was still talking about herexciting day.It was evident that Cheryl was a natural saleswoman and she almost alwaysmade the most sales each day. If this kept up, JoAnn would have no otheroption than to make Cheryl a department manager, something she wasreluctant to do, as she did not want to be involved with nepotism. It isone thing to give your niece a job, it is another to promote her to amanagerial position in too short a period of time.The following Saturday, JoAnn and Cheryl drove downtown to the lawyer’soffice. He was waiting for them. Cheryl was a little miffed, becausefrom the promise of no-one knowing, this is the third person now let inon the secret. JoAnn explained that those in the know had a reason toknow and that for the most part no one else will be let in on the secret.The lawyer was waiting for them in the outer office. JoAnn through herstore was an important client and he responded accordingly. He hadalready been told what the meeting was about, and the papers necessaryfor signing were ready and waiting on his office desk. But when Cherylcame in with JoAnn he was unprepared for what he saw. This cute, no,pretty, little teen-ager, who confidently extended her hand to him ingreeting and gave him a pretty smile. He had met Paul once before whenthey first married, and could not believe that this was the same person. Every action was natural. There was no hint of anything not feminineabout this person.”You are not fooling around with me, are you JoAnn?” he asked.”What do you mean?”Is this really Paul?””No. This is Cheryl. She used to be Paul.””Well, she will be Cheryl as soon as she signs the papers for name changeand I file it with the court on Monday. It should be approved by Mondayafternoon and I will pick up the judge’s order on Tuesday morning. I’llfax you a copy of it right away. Then she will be Cheryl, legally. So,let’s get that bit out of the way.”He pushed the papers and showed Cheryl where to sign. In her new smallerletter and slower handwriting she signed ‘Paul Crawford’ for the lasttime in her life. Next to it she signed “Cheryl Crawford” and pushed thedocuments back to the attorney.Clearing his throat, the attorney said, “The next order of business isthe divorce decree. I can now see the reason for it, so I won’t go intomy usual spiel of reconciliation. This is what you both want isn’t it?”Both women nodded their heads.”You have to say it out loud, please. Is this what you want?”Each responded by saying ‘yes’ out loud.With that he handed each of them a pen and had them sign where heindicated.”Since this is not a contested divorce and I can see that either of youare requesting anything from the other, it should go through the courtseasily. I expect that neither of you will have to appear before thejudge. It will take about 30 days, and I will let you know when it hasbeen finalized by the courts.”He continued, and directed his conversation to JoAnn.”At your request I researched your desire to make Cheryl here your nieceliegally. I cannot find anything in the law that permits that. You canadopt her to be your c***d and you the mother, but you cannot adopt heras a niece””I would consider that if there was a greater age difference between us. I’m 30 and Cheryl is really 24 even though she looks nineteen. I am tooyoung to be her mother.””When it comes to adoption, age is not a factor. There have beeninstances where the adopted c***d is even older than the adoptive parent.Although that is not the usual case. If you want to adopt Cheryl, Ithink I can arrange that, especially since she is an adult and can giveher consent. By the way, is she planning to go all the way? You know, Imean, surgery and all.””Jack, let me think about the mother thing. As for the surgery, while ithasn’t been set in stone, it looks like it. By the way, Cheryl’s parentsare still alive. How can she be adopted when she is not an orphan?””Oh, she can sign a declaration of independence which is like a divorceaction but against the parents. It is usually because of difficultiesbetween the c***d and the parents, but that is not a requirement.””I’ll let you know.”They said their goodbyes and left for home.”We accomplished a lot today, didn’t we honey?” JoAnn asked.”So on Monday, I will really be Cheryl. I will have to have my driver’slicense changed won’t I?””Well, you certainly don’t want to have someone drive you wherever yougo. So you will have to get your license changed. Also we have tonotify the bank and the social security administration. There has to beothers but my mind is in a whirl, and I can’t think about it anymoretoday.””With the excitement of the day, and having stopped off for lunch at arestaurant, they prepared a light supper, watched a little TV and eachretired to their own room after saying ‘good night’.By the next morning, JoAnn was thinking more clearly. At breakfast sheasked Cheryl, “Would it bother you if I became your mother? Come tothink of it, I mothered you from the day we were married. It wouldn’t betoo different from what I used to do for you””I think my mother and dad would be furious if I filed for independence. By the way, what are we going to do about telling them?””Well, they can’t become any madder then when they find out they now havea daughter instead of a son.”Cheryl said out loud, “Mother, mom. I didn’t have any trouble acceptingyou as my auntie but my mother?””If you recall, ‘Auntie’ was foreign to you at the beginning, as well.””Well, would you be telling me what to do?””Honey, you are 24 years old, even if you now look like a darling 18 yearold. You are an adult. But I have been thinking about it. As mypretend niece, you have no legal standing. If you are part of my familyyou will be part of the estate, that is basically the store. And I cantell you that it is worth a lot. I know that when my folks pass on, Iwill be the sole owner of the store, and while I am not complaining aboutthe money I get and make now, what I will get in the future is much,much, more. As my c***d, my daughter, you will be part of my family andshare. It is worth thinking about.”Cheryl then got on her knees in front of JoAnn and looking up, said.”Will you accept me as your daughter?”JoAnn bent down, and kissed her, then pulled Cheryl up from the floor,hugged her and they both began to cry.Copies of the video of Cheryl was sent to each parent with a long letterof explanation. It provoked an immediate response and within a week bothsets of parents were back in town. Neither side was thrilled about it.They both marveled however, at how cute Cheryl was and how ladylike shehad become.Cheryl’s parents when they had an opportunity to be alone with Cheryl intheir hotel room, at first accused JoAnn of manipulating the entirething. Cheryl explained that feeling girly was her experience, notJoAnn’s. Now that she was accepted as Cheryl by the outside world, sheintended to continue with the hormones, and have whatever surgery wasnecessary to complete the transition. It was difficult, even for theparents that raised her, to look at Cheryl and not accept that this wasindeed a young lady. It didn’t take long before both sets of parentsaccepted her for what she appeared to be and reacted with heraccordingly.When JoAnn’s parents were informed of the possibility of adopting Cherylas her daughter, they both thought it was crazy. But when JoAnnexplained the reasons, and that she felt she could really love Cheryl tobe the daughter she would probably never have otherwise, they reluctantlyagreed that it was probably the right thing to do.By the time Cheryl’s parents left to return to Florida, they accepted heras a young girl, and the thoughts of having a son, soon faded frommemory. They did notice that there were no pictures of the old Paul inthe house. JoAnn had taken them down and replaced them with 8×10 picturesof Cheryl.Adopting in their state, even with an older c***d, takes a long time.Six months at least.In the meantime, JoAnn took Cheryl to the Drivers License Bureau and hada new license issue in her new name. JoAnn first had a conference withthe Bureau manager, and discussed the possibility of a mistake being madeand that F instead of M be inserted in the box labeled ‘sex’. It didn’thurt that when they discussed the matter, JoAnn placed three $100.00 giftcertificates to her store on the desk, without saying anything out loud. She let the certificates do the talking. Also without any conversation,the bureau manage picked up the certificates, walked back to her desk andplopped them into her purse.And so, Cheryl had a new drivers license, showing kaçak casino her new picture, nameand sex.The months went by. There were no apparent side effects from either thedaily pills or the weekly injections. Once each month, Cheryl went tothe doctor for an examination. By the third month it was becomingevident that changes were taking place. Cheryl’s butt increased by 11/2 inches and correspondingly her waist reduced by the same amount.There was puffiness around the breast area. If you pushed the breaststogether you could create the illusion of cleavage , but full breastswere not yet forthcoming. The nipples did increase in size as well asthe aureoles. She had not desire to ejaculate as a result of thetestosterone blockers, and her ‘thingy’ as she called it remained flaccidall of the time. Her own hair was growing out, and while not yet as longas the wigs, JoAnn brought her to the salon where her natural hair waslightened and a springy bob was cut. The wigs were put away. Cherylstill looked cute but intended to let her hair grow out past hershoulders. She loved her hair. And like most young girls was constantlyplaying with it.Even though it would be months before the final papers for adoption wereapproved, they began to talk to each other as mother and c***d. Cherylnow called her ‘mother’ instead of auntie, and JoAnn began to developmaternal feelings towards this c***d. They began to spend most of theirfree time together. They talked and gossiped about girl things, andwithout any shame Cheryl talked about wanting to fall in love with a boyand get married someday. They held hands when they walked together andbonded. Because Cheryl looked no more than nineteen most of her friendswere that age and Cheryl took on the role of a nineteen year old. It wasthe greatest time of her life. There were girl friends that one couldtalk to about the most intimate things, there was giggling, and laughing.There was the thrill of being checked out by the boys. Cheryl likedthat. She liked it a lot.JoAnn had a standing appointment for a weekly manicure, pedicure andcomb-out at the salon, and she brought Cheryl with her to have the samedone. Cheryl was taught and knew how to give herself a manicure, but itis so fun to have it done professionally. One can gossip with the otherwomen and experience the luxury of it.Cheryl made many friends with the other salesgirls, and she was popular. She began to read books by Danielle Steele as well as other women’sromance novels, and soon found herself sympathizing with the heroine’srole. In her fantasies she took on the woman’s role when the sex scenesdeveloped in the books. She found herself thinking about boys…anddates. Sometimes she went to clubs with the other girls where she wasasked to dance. She did, hesitantly at first, but soon found she likeddancing with a boy. When she began to date, her new mother handed her apackage which contained three pairs of specially made panties.They were made of a skin-like material, although they were porous so thatthe skin can breathe while wearing them. One threaded the penis into ashaft built into the panties, and two special clips held the testiclesinto the body where one would push them. But the front of the pantiesresembled a vagina, and there was even an opening where a man couldinsert his penis while making sex. With Cheryl’s penis brought backbetween the legs there was an opening in the end allowing one to urinatewhile sitting down. If it was dark, and especially if the man had acouple of drinks, he would have intercourse with the wearer and wouldnever know that he had not been with a real female.”They are terribly expensive,” JoAnn said, so take care of them Wearthem when you are going out with the girls or if you are with a date. Bythis time Cheryl was into boys as a girl her age should. She no longerfelt strange with her focus on boys. Calling JoAnn, ‘mother’ and actinglike her daughter, soon became second nature. After a few weeks itseemed that JoAnn has been ‘mother’ all of her life.As the seasons changed, Cheryl was into the new fashions. She was ableto wear her new bikini swim suits as long as she wore the special pantiesher mother purchased for her. And she was having a wonderful time. Sheloved the summer fashions. She was now confident in her looks. Like theother girls, she wore jeans a lot. Sometimes cut-offs as well. She wasthe prettiest and the most popular of her friends due to her looks andvivacious personality.By the sixth month, she had developed a nice, rounded butt, which pleasedher/ She lost a lot of weight due to the combination of hormones andcareful dieting,and she looked like a lovely slim girl, wearing a size10. Her waist came down another two inches and her breasts were not onlysensitive but about an ‘A’ cup in size. The doctor thought that thatwould be as far as they would go without getting implant surgery. Atabout the same time the application for adoption was approved, and Cherylofficially became the adopted daughter of her former wife. Anannouncement was made at the store, and everyone of her friends gatheredaround to congratulate her. Both parents were notified and by now wereacclimated to its acceptance. Cheryl’s parents especially, still feltthat she was still their own daughter regardless what the legal documentsaid. They long ago stopped thinking of her as anything but herdaughter. They were please to find that Cheryl took much greater painsto remain in contact with her parents than the son they had before. Shewas kinder, sweeter, and more considerate and they liked that.The surgery to remove the testicles went well. The scrotum healed quicklybut the breast implantation surgery took almost three months before thesoreness completely went away. But she was thrilled with the results ofher breasts. It took some extra effort, but at her request the surgeonmade sure not to cut the lactate ducts, so that at some time in thefuture , if it was to be, she would be able to nurse. In the past theAdam’s apple would be removed by making an incision in the neck. Butwith the advent of micro-surgery it can now be done from inside themouth, and that was removed at the same time. It wasn’t that Cheryl hada prominent Adam’s apple, you could not tell, but any medicalprofessional, even a dentist would notice it as soon as the mouth wouldbe inspected.Cheryl absolutely loved her new breasts. They were not humongous butperky. They fit her body. She touched herself often when she was alone.They were sensitive to the touch, and gave a sensation of pleasure thatshe never had as a male. She loved the way they looked when she woretight dresses. And she loved to push her chest out, spine straight, headerect. And loved the attention she got.Cheryl no longer had to take the anti-testosterone shots, and found thattucking her ‘thingie’ underneath was now easier without the testiclesgetting in the way.Cheryl was a good girl. Many of her teen-age friends were into wildstuff. Smoking, alcohol, d**gs, tattoos and indiscriminate sex. Alsomany exhibited what Cheryl thought was un-ladylike behavior. She beganto cultivate her friends and those that were not up to her standards shedropped. Cheryl didn’t think of herself as a ‘goody-goody’ but she had ahigh standard of morals that she was determined to keep to. This pleasedher mother greatly.Mother didn’t want to do it, but at the insistence of her store managerpromoted Cheryl to manager of the lingerie department. By this time shehad a large following of loyal customers. As a manager she no longerwould qualify for commissions on sales, but as the daughter of the ownershe need not worry on that account. Whenever Cheryl would personallymake a sale to her regular customers she made sure to put one of thesalesgirl’s name on the sales slip, thus entitling them to credit for thesale. This endeared Cheryl to them, and any animosity to her promotionwas soon gone. Cheryl really was a nice, sweet and thoughtful girl.Cheryl began dating a lot, and her mother worried about it all of thetime. She would have that worry until the final surgery. Getting foundout, could mean getting beat up by an angry date, or even worse. JoAnnas mother was always cautioning Cheryl to be careful in that regard.It soon came to pass that there was one boy who was more to her than theothers. He dated often. They went to movies, had hamburgers and maltsat McDonald’s, or just went for walks holding hands. They kissed andpetted, and Cheryl soon found that inside of her was stirring strongemotions for this boy. She knew that she could not give in to him ‘allthe way’ at this time but she wanted to do more for him than she was nowdoing. And of course it came to pass, that one night they are parkedlate at night, in a remote and dasrk area, Cheryl, after getting hotand bothered from being kissed and fondled, unzipped his fly, pulled outhis rapidly hardening penis, and went down on him. She knew what to do,and he soon bucked and spurted. Cheryl caught as much as she could inher mouth, but she couldn’t swallow it fast enough and a lot spilled onhis trousers and the front of her dress. This was the first time she hadsemen in her mouth. She loved this boy so much, that she wanted totaste him.”Whew,” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t expecting that.””Didn’t you like it?””Oh, yeah. It’s just that it came as a surprise.””Well, I told you that I would not have real sex until my marriage night,but I wanted to do something special for you.””You did that, for sure.”He zipped himself up, took out his handkerchief from his back pocket andhanded it to Cheryl who used it to wipe the stuff off of her dress front.She handed him the kerchief and he did the same to his trousers. Bothwould have to be sent to the cleaners in the morning.Cheryl was now really 25 years of age, having had a birthday in themeantime, but her new adopted mother worried about her when she was outon a date. Even when she was with what seemed to be a really nice boy.So,when Cheryl was out on a date, she always stayed downstairs, fallingasleep on the sofa but awakening when she heard the key in the front doorlock. Even before Cheryl entered the room, JoAnn smelled it. Thespecial, slightly acrid odor of cum. A panic struck JoAnn with the worrythat her daughter was found out and harmed. But when she saw Cheryl’sface when she entered the house, she knew that for tonight at least, shewas safe. She had Cheryl go upstairs to shower and change to a nightie,and as the time was late, JoAnn came in to tuck her daughter into bed forthe night, kissed her, and whispered that they would talk in the morning.And so the months went by. When Cheryl received the drivers license inher new name and photo, they transferred Paul’s Prius which was parked inthe garage to Cheryl. This freed JoAnn from having to take and returnCheryl from work, or anyplace else for that matter. As owner of thestore JoAnn’s hours varied and she had many meetings that took place inthe early evenings. No longer having to drive Cheryl back and forthallowed her to return to her regular work requirements.It also gave Cheryl freedom. She no longer was dependent upon beingdriven here and there. When on a date she preferred that the boy do thedriving, but otherwise she took the Prius…which by the way was theperfect car for a young girl.And so another six months flew by. The requirement of living as a girlhad been met and having the surgery was now available. JoAnn and Cherylmet with the surgeon to discuss the procedure and set a date. The doctordid not sugar coat what would be happening during and after the surgery. He told them that there would be a lot of pain the first seven to tendays after the surgery, but it would be dampened with narcotics. For atleast three and possibly up to six months, depending upon the patient,sexual intercourse would not be allowed to allow the tissues to heal andthe skin to bond within her. He explained how the skin from the penis isturned inside out and placed inside her to form a vagina. That parts ofthe scrotum will be used to make the vulva.That for the rest of her life, every day she would have to use a plasticdildo that she would be given, for at least fifteen minutes to preventthe opening from closing. That in at least fifty percent of the cases,there was no or little sexual feeling while having intercourse. Andfinally, in his experience, he found that the majority of transsexualswho have the procedure get involved in a lesbian relationship. Manytimes with their former wives. That any hair that is growing on thepenis and scrotum must be removed by electrolysis before the surgery.Hair must not be allowed to grow inside the vagina. This requirement cameas a surprised to both mother and daughter. Cheryl listened, and when thedoctor was finished with his lecture, she said.”Look at me doctor. What do you see? Do you see a man or do you see agirl? I can tell you that I am dating, dating a lot. Right now I am notthat serious with any one boy, but I hope to fall in love and marry a mansomeday. I know that I won’t menstruate, and that I cannot get pregnant,but in all other respects I am a woman. Whatever it takes, I must ridmyself of that thing between my legs, and have a vagina. If I have topush a piece of plastic in it to keep it healthy, then, that is what Iwill do.”In his years of doing this type of surgery, he had never met a young oneso forceful. She knows what she wants and knows what she is gettinginto. And he approved the surgery and would wait to be called when theelectrolyses was completed.It took an additional two weeks to complete the task and the doctor wascalled to make an appointment for the procedure.Male to female surgery takes a long time. And the time is even longerwhen one is in the waiting room during the surgery. JoAnn read all ofthe magazines there, none of which were less than three years old. Shewent to the hospital cafeteria and had a lousy lunch. She went outsideand took a walk around the block several times. And when she got back tothe waiting room, still no news. This experience made JoAnn realize howmuch she has come to love this girl. She wasn’t sure if her feelingswere maternal, but it was probably as close as one could get withouthaving given birth to her. After what seemed like an eternity, thesurgeon came into the room, and said the over-used and trite phrase,”It’s a girl!”Impulsively, JoAnn rushed into the surgeon’s arms thanked him, and beganto sob. It wasn’t tears of sorrow, but just a release of the tension shehad endured.Cheryl would be in the recovery room for another four hours, after whichJoAnn would be able to visit her. So she left the hospital and went tofind a restaurant. JoAnn wasn’t a big drinker, hardly ever touchedalcohol, but today she needed a drink before dinner. While she wasenjoying her cocktail, she whipped out her IPhone and texted both sets ofparents that the surgery was done, it was successful, and they now had agrand-daughter. She knew that phrase would not set well with Cheryl’sparents, who still considered her their c***d regardless of what the lawsays, but it was the truth, legally at least. They will have to get overit. JoAnn now realized that this vivacious teen-ager was her daughterand she was so pleased about that.What could be more bizarre than your husband becoming your daughter? Oryour son becoming (legally at least) your grand-daughter?I wish I could tell you what happened after that. I don’t know if Cherylever finds the right boy. And if she did, would she tell him her secret?And would it matter to the boy? What kind of promotion will Cheryl getnow that she is the daughter of the owner? Was she able to fully enjoysex after she healed, or did she have to fake it, like so many women doanyway? But this is where the story ends, for now at least. I only canhope that everything turns out for the best and that this is a fairystory come true.

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