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The Legacy
by Sarah Miller
The erie bluish white light flickered across the walls, the thunder cracking and
booming through the house. Sheets of water pounding on the roof provided
the background music. This was just great. I come home from work to be
greeted by another load of crap from Janice, and now we had a 45 mile drive
through what appeared to be the lightening storm of the century. It was the first
Friday of the month and, as usual, we were on the way to my maternal
grandmother's house for dinner. She lived alone in an old Victorian mansion.
We both enjoyed her company, and she seemed to appreciate the visits.
Unfortunately she lived in the next county.
"Are you ready yet?", I shouted back into the bedroom.
"Just about," she replied, a bit icily. "Make sure the house is locked up."
This was sure gonna be fun, I thought as a checked all the outside doors. We'd
been arguing more and more. We'd been married over seven years, and no
sign of kids. We both wanted them, but nothing seemed to produce results.
Janice blamed me, and of course I thought it was her. Neither of us would go
see a doctor until the other one did. Stalemate, and probably an upcoming
divorce.
She was finally ready, and I opened the garage door as she got in the car.
Sheets of water blew in, getting me a bit damp before I could get into the car. I
backed out, clicked the opener, and when the door was shut took off down the
street. I had to work to avoid a lot of standing water. August in Florida. What
a great place to be.
An hour later we were pulling up in her drive. We'd outrun the line of storms,
and it was just warm and humid here. But as we got out of the car, I could see
the flashes and here the low rumbling that told us we were in for it again. With
any luck, they'd be gone by the time we left. I hated driving in that sort of
driving rain.
Grandma greeted us warmly at the door. I thought I caught a slight frown as
she glanced at both of us. If so, it disappeared quickly, and everyone was all
smiles. Grandma brought out the best in people, even Janice.
"Come on in, come on in, kids. My, it looks nasty out there. Have any trouble
getting here?" she asked.
"No," I replied, "we got socked as we left the house, but most of the drive was
dry."
"Good, good. Janice, how have you been?"
"Just fine, Thelma. Things are a little hectic at work, but that comes and goes.
How have you been."
And so the visit went. Conversation at these events wer typically banal as hell.
Not that any of led overly exciting lives. Grandma lived here alone, and we
weren't sure what she did to fill her time. There was a lot of needlework in
evidence around the house, and the garden and yard were always in top shape.
Pretty ordinary. Janice and I both enjoyed our work. She was an illustrator of
children's books and I was a software engineer working on generally cutting
edge stuff. Interesting to us, and seemingly to my grandmother, but hardly the
stuff of grand literature.
The initial pleasantries over, we went to the kitchen to help get dinner on the
table. Fetuccini with shrimp and green chile cream sauce, one of my favorites.
I know it sounds weird, but shrimp and green chile are both common in
Mexican cuisine, and fetuccini - well, lets just say I'm a cosmopolitan eater.
We washed it down with a nice honey wheat beer. It is easy to see why I'm
always fighting my waistline. Grandma knows how to cook.
As usual, after relaxing a bit after finishing, we got up to clean the place up. I
was last into the kitchen, and as I was approaching the stove to help Grandma
with a large pot of stock she'd just made this afternoon, she picked it up and
swung around. Unfortunately I was right in the path of her arms, and ended up
with five quarts of chicken stock and vegetables decorating my body from the
chest down. I went down backwards, and the empty pot went flying. Grandma
(and me) nearly had a heart attack. Janice screamed. Luckily the stuff wasn't
hot anymore. Everyone was frozen for an instant, and if I hadn't been the one
disguised as chicken stew, I would have found it somewhat hilarious.
I sat up and looked myself over. I had no spare clothes, and Grandma lived
alone (I mentioned that, didn't I?) She was highly apologetic, of course.
"Accidents happen," I told her. "But now what? I certainly can't stay like this."
"Now, just don't worry about it," she said. "I'll just throw your clothes in the
wash, and they'll be dry by the time you're ready to leave."
"I'm sure they will be, but I have nothing else to wear. I'm certainly not going
to parade around naked, especially in front of my own grandmother."
"I'm tellin' ya," she drawled. She tended to do that if she wasn't careful.
"Don't worry about it. I got somethin' fer ya to wear. Got get in the shower
and get that mess off ya."
I slogged over to the bathroom, stripped, and turned on the shower. Soon I
heard a faint knock, then the door opened and my clothes disappeared. I used a
lot of soap getting the oily stock out of all the nooks and crannies, and finally
turned the water off. When I got out and dried off, I found no clothes, so I
wrapped a towel around my waist and went out.
"Come on up, Al," I heard Grandma shout. I trudged up the stairs looking for
them, and I found them in a spare bedroom.
"I don't have much you can wear, but I found this." She held up an old
dressing gown. It looked big enough, but it was pink, and had a bit of lace. I
balked, until she reminded me that I was naked under this wet towel, and my
clothes wouldn't be done for a bit over an hour. And it would have been
uncivilized to just stay hidden up here. So I nodded and they left. I put the
thing on and headed downstairs, where I found them sitting in front of the fire.
They'd sure gotten it started fast, I thought. But I was grateful, as the storms
had hit in force about five minutes before, and the house was drafty and a bit
damp. It was really strange having a fire in August, especially in the middle of
Florida, but it was nice. We listened to the wind whip the trees around, the rain
pounding on windows. There was even a short burst if hail, and I got worried
about the car. The lightening increased in intensity, the thunder rolled in, and
the inevitable happened. The lights flickered once and went out. There went
my dry clothes. At least the phones were still working, so Janice called the
power company. They'd lost a lot of lines and a substation in the storm. It
could be many hours before they got everything restored.
Grabbing a flashlight, Grandma went out to the laundry room to check on the
state of my clothes. They were still in the middle of the first wash cycle, still
full of soap and chicken broth. I couldn't even hang them in front of the fire.
We'd have to spend the night. At least the storm had cooled things off enough
to make it through the lack of air conditioning. After another hour of chat we
decided to go to bed. Janice borrowed a nightgown. Then, giggling, the two of
them decided I needed underwear before getting into bed. The found a pair of
cotton briefs, and made me put them on. Janice was having fun, and I wanted
to keep it that way instead of descending into another argument, so I went
along. They actually were quite comfortable. Then I pulled the dressing gown
off to get into bed, and got stopped by a stereo shout, "Wait!" Grandma then
produced a nightgown for me. It was a conspiracy, apparantly born while I
was in the shower. I shrugged and put it on. Janice had hinted at wanting me
to do this sort of thing before, but I really had no interest. Tonight I was
exhausted, and decided to avoid a prolonged discussion. It had been a rough
day, and I fell asleep pretty quickly.
********
I woke up feeling a bit off. Groggy, raspy throat. Great, a summer cold. That
would probably cost me a couple of days of work later in the week (after I
went in and gave it to everyone else, of course.) I though chicken soup was
supposed to cure a cold, not cause one. But this bug had been going around,
and I guess it finally caught up to me. Janice must have felt me move, because
she rolled over, looked at me, gasped, and did a double take.
"What?" I asked.
"I... you...uh, just go look in the mirror."
I slowly got up, joints a bit sore, and ambled over to the dresser mirror. I
looked at my reflection, which didn't seem to actually be me. My receeding
hairline was no longer receeding. My dark brown hair was a shade lighter, and
a little longer. My facial hair was more like peach fuzz, and my face looked
thinner and somewhat feminine. It was distinctly different. I backed up a few
steps for a longer view. It looked like I'd lost maybe 20 pounds. Now fully
awake, I felt something unusual, only hinted at under the gown. Pressing my
hands to my chest, I found I was right, there were small breasts hanging there.
Heart pounding, I headed for the bathroom. Lifting up the gown, I was
relieved to see eveything there, although it seemed smaller. I did my business,
and went back to the bedroom and stared in the mirror. Janice walked up
behind me, and I noted that I'd probably lost an inch in height. I didn't feel like
screaming, but I was beginning to panic. What was going on? This was well
beyond my experience.
A soft rap on the door interrupted my thoughts, and Janice opened it.
"Oh, good," Grandma said, "You're up. Come on down for some breakfast,
dear." I didn't much like being called pet names like that, but at least the drawl
was gone this morning. She turned around and walked back downstairs.
I was flabbergasted. She had to have noticed, but didn't say a word. Janice
and I looked at each other for a moment, I shook my head to clear it, and we
went down for breakfast.
"Sit down, sit down. Waffles coming right up. Another minute or so. Drink
your juice. I guess you want to know what's going on?"
"Yes."
"To cut to the chase, I put some stuff in your dinner last night. There was a
reason for the very spicy food - it hid the taste. Your changes will continue
through the weekend. In about 36 hours you'll be a woman."
I sat down, slowly, stunned. The evidence was there, of course, but to hear
her say that was a shock.
"Let me tell you a story, and why I did this," she continued. "You know our
family has been pretty matriarchal, as there have been few men born into the
family. This goes back hundreds of years, when your maternal ancestors lived
in a remote valley in eastern Romania, an area now known as Transylvania.
Now, don't give me those looks. It's just a coincidence. We're not vampires,
and I don't believe in that nonsense anyway. Anyway, one of your ancestors,
a man, was what is today called gender dysphoric. He went to the village
healer, who practiced a bit of magic. The result was that he became a woman,
married, and had kids. But there was a problem. Through subsequent
generations, it was found that most of the men in the family could not produce
children. The solution was always the little packet of herbs and a call on the
Goddess. The wives always followed along and became the husbands. And
more generations were produced. Now it is your turn. That is your legacy."
"Herbs? Godess? I thought this Godess thing was Wiccan, or Druid, or
something else Celtic. I thought we came from Eastern Europe, " I stated. This
was disconcerting, to say the least, and I wanted to assert some kind of
knowledge based authority. The effort was futile.
"Yes, there is a Wiccan Godess, at least to some practitioners. The ancient
Romanian version has an unpronounceable name, at least for you. Godess will
do, at least as long as I know how to call to her. And you'll know yourself
before too many years. The art is always passed from grandmother to
granddaughter. Your mother only had you. That makes you the granddaughter.
At least it will after this weekend."
"But why now? And why didn't you ask me if I was willing to do this? What
if I want you to turn me back?"
"To answer the last question first, the transformation is not reversible. For all
practical purposes, you are now a woman. As for the rest? If you declined, that
was the end of our line. But I also sensed you needed this. You and Janice are
not getting along, I could tell that the moment you walked in the door. You are
fighting about kids, I've heard you before. You both want them, and you each
blame the other. But my dear Benjamin, it is _your_ problem, not Janice's. As
I said, it is your legacy, poor as it may be. The only way you two can have
kids is for Janice to become your husband."
Janice had been following this conversation intently, head following the
speaker like a dog watching a bouncing ball. But this caused a large double
take. It wasn't enough that her husband was going to become a woman, but
now she was supposed to be the husband. She was utterly silent, just staring at
Grandma like some deranged lunatic.
"Then who will we be?" I asked. "Assuming Janice participates. Things have
changed since the 12th century. They changed since mid 20th centrury. I have
to have a job. Or at least Janice does, if she goes along with this. We have no
identity. By the way, she seems a bit taken aback. Janice, are you all right?"
"Uhmm, sure, Ben, just peachy. This is insane. At least it would be if I wasn't
looking at you. You look even more feminine than you did when we woke up.
Crazy. You want me to turn into a man, be your husband? I was hoping to be a
mother, trained all my life for it, like most girls. Now you want me to be the
father of _your_ children. Can you handle that? You have no idea.. Hell, I
don't even know if I could handle motherhood and childbirth, and I was born
for it. You can't do this."
"Like I have a choice? You think I'm looking forward to childbirth? I'm not
sure I even want to be in the same room when it happens."
"Now, children," Grandma scolded. "Ben, you have no choice. Janice, you
do. You two started out deeply in love, and if you go with this, I think you can
bring it back. Otherwise, it would have been divorce court by this time next
year. I've been watching it build. Your new identities are already in place. All
you need to do is get some pictures taken and go. I can even help you on the
job front. Janice, you have to decide."
"Now?" Janice asked a bit defiantly. "Can I think about it for a bit? This is
hard to swallow. I need to absorb it."
"Tomorrow morning I need an answer. I won't hate you if you chose to stay
as you are. I know it's a difficult decision, hit with it suddenly like this. But
I'm hoping you'll stay with Benjamin. Actually it's Elizabeth now. That's
what his mother wanted to name him if he'd been born a girl. Please try to
come to terms with that. I like you, and I still want you in the family."
Grandma went back upstairs, leaving me and Janice to figure this out. I was
scared to death, and I think Janice was just wacked out. I poured us some
more coffee, and we began to recover our wits. It was obvious she was telling
the truth. Here I sat in a nightgown, small but now distinctive breasts hanging
out where they shouldn't, face smooth, obviously not the man I was last night.
There was no reasonable explanation, so her's could be the truth. I faced
Janice and told her I wanted her as my husband. I know we loved each other,
the fights were just from the stress of not being able to have kids. Now we
could, although _that_ part really scared me. I'd never had any inclination
toward wanting this, and not being a man frightened me. But I'd have to deal
with it. One more thing in life to deal with. I practically begged Janice to feel
the same way. She'd have to give it some serious thought.
We went back upstairs to get dressed. Janice put on the stuff she'd worn
yesterday. Mine was still in the wash, but they probably didn't fit me now.
Grandma came to the rescue. Panties, bra, t-shirt, and some stretch jeans,
currently a little tight. I was a strange sight, more man than woman, but not
looking utterly ridiculous in these clothes. At least she didn't push things. No
dresses, at least yet. I went down and found an interesting looking book in the
library, and spent the afternoon reading.
It was close to five when I got called in to help with dinner. Ah, the life of a
woman. Tonight it was broiled flounder with a white sauce, with mashed
potatoes and steamed brocoli. Grandma always ate healthy stuff. This wasn't
hard - I wasn't a bad cook to start with, and this was nothing fancy. I helped
clean up (which was unusual, for me), and we took some coffee out on the
porch. We watched the thunderheads towering in the distance, thinking we'd
been spared for tonight. We discussed what was going to happen. Janice
agreed to go through with this. She was very scared. I don't blame her. I
wasn't quite as scared, but I'd been thrown into it headfirst, with no warning
or chance to refuse. I had to deal with it, and I was determined to do so
without tears and fits. And as we sat there talking, we heard the rumble of
thunder. Not unusual, random evening storms roamed casually around this
part of the country on a daily basis during the summer. It was coming from the
other direction, so we ignored it. Soon the wind whipped up, and we watched
the sheets of water driving into the darkening woods. We were in the lee, so
we stayed dry. But it soon ended, and things got muggy, so we went back
inside, continuing the discussion. Grandma gave Janice a cup of tea to drink,
and went upstairs to invoke the spell, or whatever. She wouldn't let us see that
part, I'd be taught it on my own in a few years.
It was bedtime. I was in the bathroom, getting ready. I looked myself over, of
course. My hair was getting longer, almost enough for a feminine style. My
face had become much more delicate. I'd gotten much smaller, losing probably
another 20 pounds. All my facial and body hair was gone. I had definite adult
female breasts, although they were still on the small side. My male appendages
were gone, although I still had no vagina. My body shape was taking on
female proportions, with somewhat narrower shoulders and a little padding on
the backside. I was excited, but sad. I'd lost my life, effectively, and it hadn't
been a bad one. This new one I was about to start was a scary one.
*****
I woke up laying on my side, with Janice's hand cupped over my right breast.
It was a new sensation, and I liked it. As I moved, she also woke up, and we
took a look at our appearance. In myself, I saw a youg woman, still slightly
large boned. I had what I guessed to be C cup breasts (I'm really not an expert,
at least yet). They were heavy, and swayed and jiggled a lot as I moved. A
constant reminder of who I was now. My light brown hair was about shoulder
length. I was pretty, I thought, but not extraordinarily so. I looked over at
Janice, who had increased somewhat in size, had smaller breasts, and a more
rugged appearance to her face. We showered, and I put on some shorts and a t-
shirt that I found in the dresser. I cooked breakfast for us - something I guess
I'd have to get used to.
Today we started "Grandma's Finishing School." I started by shaving my legs
and armpits. Then a few words on how to deal with my hair - and this lesson
is far from over. My first makeup lesson. Instruction in how to walk and talk.
My voice had changed a lot, but my manner of speaking needed some work.
We talked about expectations. I had to learn quickly what women normally
learn through a lifetime, and I found the task a bit daunting. I knew no one
would think I was a man in drag, I had a real female body that put any doubts
to rest. But I was afraid that people would think me some sort of moronic
freak, since I didn't behave anything like what society demanded. Janice
would be in a worse jam, as masculine behavior is even more rigidly
proscribed. I was scared, and beginning to curse Grandma under my breath as
the dinner hour approached. We women started into the kitchen to begin the
task of cooking. Janice tried to follow, but was chased out. She went and
watched the tail end of a football game, trying to get into the proper frame of
mind.
*****
After serving breakfast and cleaning up, I was allowed to go take a bubble
bath. I was fully Elizabeth now. As curious as a 13 year old, when I was
soaking, I let my fingers do the walking. It was interesting, to put it mildly.
After three orgasms, I got out and dried off. I let Janice in for his shower. I
have to try to get used to calling him by his new name, Jeff. He wasn't fully
formed up yet, but close enough to pass as a man.
Today we had many more lessons, this time concentrating on Jeff. I had to
provide a lot of insight for this. By bedtime, we were adequate as our new
genders. We fell into bed exhausted.
*****
Again, I woke up with a hand cupping my right breast, but this time it was
accompanied by a lump pressing into my back. Three days like this, and I was
already wanting to take advantage of the situation. I did, and Jeff wondered
why we hadn't switched years ago. I admit, I enjoyed it too.
Today was a big day. We went out for the first time. Grandma was springing
for new wardrobes, and we were headed to the mall. She must have been very
well off. We must have spent close to a thousand dollars each on new clothes,
shoes, and in my case makeup and jewelry. I got my hair styled, and that was
a mind bending experience. Of course that doesn't buy as much as it used to,
and we'd need a lot more before all was said and done. But I was more used to
spending maybe $40 on a pair of pants, and going home. Today I felt more
like the stereotypical woman on a shopping spree (which I pretty much was.) I
enjoyed it, since I could have some fun trying things on. Jeff, having a much
more limited selection to choose from, soon grew bored. Perhaps we were
learning our new roles. We learned that we could do this. Nobody pointed us
out as freaks. We heard no one giggling behind our backs. In fact, we were
pretty much ignored by all but the salespeople, who flocked around like
vultures when they saw how much stuff we were dragging around (actually we
had to make an intermmediate trip to the car to deposit what we'd already
bought.)
So we ate dinner out, and I learned how to be treated in a resteraunt. Jeff even
held my chair for me. We were so happy when we finally got to bed that
evening. Perhaps Grandma's legacy to me had saved a marriage. What would
the results be? Only time would tell.
*****
Epilog
Well, it has been almost two years since that visit to Grandma's house. I found
out today that I am pregnant. I should be happy, but I am very frightened.
Grandma says that is normal, in spite of what everyone says. But I'll get
through it. That pretty much sums up the last two years - just getting through
it. At first we were totally thrilled with our new bodies. We had sex almost
constantly, even before we got remarried (had to do it in our new identities.)
Then we got used to the new bodies, and the sex became less frequent. We still
liked it, but it seemed more normal, and we had other things to do sometimes.
I started on birth control pills almost right away after the change. At that point I
don't think I could have handled getting pregnant. Our new identities became
comfortable, and life went on. I had to deal with the things women had to deal
with - the monthly visitor, men talking to your boobs, not getting taken
seriously, heels, pantyhose, makeup, and all the other daily tribulations. And
Jeff had to deal with manhood. The workforce was generally fiercely
competitive, with the weak getting eaten alive. That was something I think
most women never really appreciate - they (although I guess it really is we'
now) just have a different outlook and usually get frustrated and angry when
someone gets beaten down. Having experienced the workforce from both sides
now, I can honestly say that both sides need their heads banged together.
Being a woman hasn't been bad, and it hasn't been great, just different. I
know Jeff feels the same about his experiences. I guess I can learn something
from that.
--The End--
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