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Last Chance By Karen Elizabeth L. It's just too bizarre," I told my wife Heather. "We don't need anything that drastic, we can work out our problems ourselves." "How," She asked. "What's going to be different? What will we do this time that we haven't done the last ten times?" "I don't know that yet," I responded glumly. "But I'm sure that we can think of something, anything but this." "Do you think that little of our marriage, our family?" Heather shot back. "We've tried it all before, this is the fifth counselor we've been to and I'm through. It's this or nothing John," She told me point blank. "You decide if your wife and kids are worth this last shot at staying together." "Of course you and the family are worth working for honey," I protested. "But for God's sake don't you think this is all a little odd?" "Odd?" Heather fired right back. "Our kids hate each other, our marriage is ready to blow up, and you're worried about odd?" "It's not that bad, you're exaggerating." I tried to insist but Heather was becoming furious to say the least. "Exaggerating?" She shouted. "There hasn't been peace in our house in years. You've turned the boys against their sisters and me with your drivel about men's rights. They can't look at each other without fighting, they refuse to do anything around the house since both the boys and the girls feel picked on!" "You can't deny that it's true," I countered. "Women get all the breaks but still complain about how bad they have it. They're given jobs they can't do causing men to have to do both jobs!" Heather wasn't buying my argument, she never did. "I've had it!" She shot back. "Put up or shut up John, either we go through with this or I'm taking the girls and leaving. Let's see how well you and your precious sons manage on your own!" "Calm down Heather," I pleaded. "You know I don't want to lose you. Let's be reasonable about" "Do we do it John? Do we try to save our family?" "But Heather, what about my job?" "For God's sake John, you're a salesman in a department store. That's not much of a career!" "But I've been trying to get back into Accounting, I may find a job any day." " No buts John, say yes and I stay, no and I leave." "Let's think about this, please?" I begged. I couldn't imagine going through with the counselor's suggestion, yet I knew that I couldn't live without Heather. "Answer me now John," Heather insisted. "Right now, yes or no?" "Yes," I muttered under my breath. "Louder John, I want to know that you're really serious." "Yes," I shouted, almost in tears. "You know I'd do anything for you." "I only know what you've demonstrated, now I'll see for sure." "What about the kids tiough, how will they react?" "They're young, they'll adapt well." The counselor told us. "They'll also have you and your wife as an example to keep them from being worried." "When do we start?" Heather asked. "I want to get started as soon as we can." "Next month," The counselor stated calmly as if discussing a dental appointment. "I'll set everything up." "Lovely," I thought to myself. "Heather and I have a whole month to prepare our children to change sexes, good thing we weren't going to be rushed!" Heather was right; our home was just short of an armed camp but why did it have to be my fault? And why was this the only solution? Sure, we had been to ten counselors before with no change. True, our kids nearly hated each other and my relationship with the woman I loved was shot, but a family sex change to fix it all?" I nearly fell out of my seat when the counselor made his suggestion, it was ludicrous, it was absurd, yet something deep within me said do it. No, I couldn't give in to Heather when I heard the suggestion; that would have been too easy. I don't care how much of me thought it was a good idea; I just couldn't go along with it. We were given every assurance that the idea would work without fail. No one would ever know that we were not what we appeared to be, the change would be total. It would also, fortunately, be reversible. We would be relocated, given a fresh start, new jobs, school for the kids, everything. An added incentive was that the endowment that funded the program would provide the family with enough money to get us started on our new lives. The counselor had laid out all of the details for us. Our family would be enrolled in a program designed to show how the other half lived. A major university medical center was the home of the program, funded by an endowment from an extremely wealthy man who felt that he lost the love of his life because he had been too pig headed to accept her as an equal. He had insisted that she remain a homemaker, refused to permit her to use the education she had spent years acquiring. In all matters he considered her second class and treated her that way until the day she left. He pleaded with her to return, promised to change, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to consider her as his equal. She left, never to return and he never got over the heartbreak. He made a very sizeable gift to the university to set up a last chance program to teach men and women to see the other's viewpoint. Oddly enough, his one stipulation was that any participants must undergo sexual reassignment to truly appreciate what their partner lived with day after day. Heather and I called a family conference that evening to break the news to them. Kathy, our thirteen-year-old, was the first to speak up. "No way, I'm not going to be a stupid boy!" She insisted. Frank, her twin, was just as adamant. "You're not serious are you? You can't really expect me to pretend that I'm a girl!" "There's no pretending Frank," Heather said calmly. "You, George, and your father will be the women in the family. Kathy, Gail, and I will be the men. It's going to take a few months to make all the changes but when they're done it will be as though we all swapped bodies." Gail, at eleven years old seemed to be taking it the best. "Wow," She giggled excitedly. "Am I gonna have a pee- pee like a boy?" "Yes honey, you, Kathy, and mommy will all have pee-pee's." I tried to stay calm but it wasn't easy to tell my daughters that they were going to be boys. George, the other half of our two sets of twins, was dumbstruck "Then we'll have..." "Everything females have at our ages," I told him. "It would take some extremely close checking to determine our true sexes." "It's our last chance to stay together as a family." Heather explained in a soft voice. "Your dad and I love each other but we can't seem to get along. We've been through all kinds of therapy but nothing helped. There's no choice for any of us; it's going to happen. This is going to involve a major change for me too you know," She sighed as she looked at the small breasts that she would have to lose. "How will it help if I'm a boy?" Kathy whined. "I don't know the first thing about being a boy, people will laugh and point. I'll be humiliated." "Same here," Frank joined in on Kathy's side for a change. "I've been a boy all of my life, I can't just become a girl overnight!" "There will be classes to help us adjust," I explained. "But we'll need to depend on each other to get through this. I don't know anything about what women like, but mom and the girls do. They'll help us guys become girls, we'll help them become guys." Heather and I answered the kids' questions as best we could but when we were done there was no doubt. The plan would move forward starting one week later with hormone blocking injections. The boys and I would no longer produce male hormones; our bodies would soften, and change. We'd start getting fat on our butts and hips just like girls have when they grow up. Without male hormones, George's puberty would come to a screeching halt. Since his puberty hadn't had much time to work on him he'd probably notice the changes faster than Frank and I would, especially after the female hormones began to take over his body. The girl's breasts would stop developing due to a lack of female hormones; their chest would fill out slightly and overcome the limited breast development they now had, and due to a special drug, their ovarian development would become dormant and they would not begin menstruation. Once we stopped producing our normal hormones we would be started on a course of hormones to start changing us in anticipation of the surgery. Our families thought we were kidding at first but then, to my surprise, accepted it completely. "You and the boys were being such jerks," My dad told me. "This should certainly calm you guys down." "If I weren't so set in my ways, I'd drag your dad into the program." Heather's mom said. "I think it's wonderful to have men experience what we women have to put up with!" "Sounds like fun," Her dad laughed. "I'm tired of being the breadwinner and the spider killer anyway. I could use a break." My sister was thrilled with the news. "I can't wait to see my macho jerk brother in a pretty dress," She laughed. Then she turned to Heather. "You'll have to let me know what it's like when you screw his pretty little brains out!" "I'm looking forward to it actually," Heather confided with a grin. "I plan on keeping my pretty little wife here in the frilliest, sexiest, things I can buy her. Nothing but Victoria's Secret for my pretty one!" I was flushed with embarrassment imagining myself in a frilly nightgown while Heather proceeded to have her way with me. What was most embarrassing was that I couldn't help but wonder if it would be fun to wear the same skimpy outfits that Heather wore. While the arrangements were being made Heather decided that it would be best if we began making the switch right away. She and I swapped sides of the bed, not a major change I'll grant you, but still very symbolic with her closet and vanity now on my side. She handed me a blue, nylon nightgown with matching panties for me to wear while she put on a pair of briefs and a Tee shirt which were all I ever wore to bed. "Where did these come from?" I asked since we weren't the same size. "They look new." Heather kissed me and laughed. "I sort of expected you to agree so I picked up a few things for us." I had just slipped on the panties and slid the nightgown over my head when Heather pushed me back onto the bed. She began caressing my nipples through the silky nightgown while pushing her tongue into my mouth. After a couple of minutes she stopped kissing me long enough to ask how I liked being the woman. "I'm not a woman," I shrugged. "Just a guy feeling silly in a nightgown and panties." "That'll change," She said with a devilish smile. "Then we'll really have some fun." Heather kissed me again before rolling over. "Aren't you going to finish what you started?" I pointed to my tented nightgown. "I'm done," She said with a yawn. "Just like you always were with me. You'll understand when you're a woman." The next day, a Saturday, Heather decided it was time to begin the switch. The kids were stunned after Heather and I announced that they were to select a complete outfit for their twin to wear. "We still have a month yet dad," Frank protested. "What's the rush?" "The rush is that we need to start getting used to our new roles, so that we're ready to begin treatments. Everyone meet back here in twenty minutes with an outfit for your twin to dress in from the skin out. The kids all moaned and complained but they did as they were told and soon we had selected and exchanged outfits. I took the boys to my room with me to change while Heather and the girls went to the guest bedroom. I handed Frank a bottle of hair remover and told him to shower. "You're not serious," He exclaimed. "You can't be!" "Your dad and I have talked this all out, Frank. There's no other way. I gave your mother my word that we'd go along now please do what I ask." "I don't believe it," He moaned aloud as he closed the bathroom door. "This can't be happening." While we waited for our turn in the shower George and I began trying on our new clothes. "No, like this," I took George's bra from him and placed it backwards against his chest. "Now fasten it and pull it up your arms." "How come you know so much about this stuff?" He asked as he adjusted the padded, lace-covered cups against his chest. "Watching your mom, of course." I said as I adjusted my own bra. "Here, put these in," I told him as I tossed him a box containing breast forms. "Falsies?" He said in horror, letting the forms drop to the floor. "You'll have your own soon enough," I laughed. "Now pick them up, they cost mom a lot of money." George picked up the forms but still held them as if holding a dangerous snake. "They won't bite, now put them into your bra." I insisted. "Unless you'd prefer I glue them to your chest?" That was all the incentive that George seemed to need. He quickly inserted the forms into the cups of his bra and dropped his hands to his sides. "Very nice," I commented. "Your mom was right, Gail's things should fit you nicely." "You weren't kidding when you said that you and mom have everything planned, were you?" Frank asked as he stepped out of the bathroom wearing a pair of peach colored panties. "Not at all." I answered as I handed him a padded satin bra that matched his panties. He shook his head then fastened the bra like a pro. "Been practicing?" George asked as Frank reached for his breast forms. "Been listening, you little moron." "That's enough from both of you," I shouted. "That's exactly the kind of bickering that got us into this mess! George, get in there and shower." I ordered. "And make sure your legs are smooth from top to bottom." I handed Frank a pair of pantyhose. "Be careful with them," I advised. "It 's easy to get runs in them." "I know," Frank laughed. "I've heard mom and the girls complain before." I watched as Frank carefully inserted his right foot into the pantyhose and drew them up to his ankle before inserting his left foot. Once he had them up to both ankles he carefully pulled them completely up and over his hips. He caught sight of me staring as he adjusted the waistband and smoothed the wrinkles from the legs. "Mom made me wear them for Halloween two years ago, remember?" He grinned. "They're not that tough once you get used to them." "You look pretty good as a girl, do you know that?" I asked hesitantly, afraid that he'd be upset. "Yeah, that's what mom said when I wore her prom dress for Halloween. I never thought I'd wear these things again though." He motioned towards his bra and stockings. Running his hands along his hips he seemed to be lost in thought. "I did sort of miss them." "Miss what?" "Don't get all worked up dad, but mom made me wear panties that night too. She said they'd fit better under my pantyhose and I'd like the way they felt." I rubbed my butt through the silky, satin panties I wore. "I understand Frank," I smiled. "Believe me, I understand." I wasn't sure it was such a good thing but I realized that for all of his griping it wouldn't take too much to get Frank into girl's clothes. I watched as he lowered a full slip over his head then adjusted the straps until he was satisfied with it's length. "Can't have it too long," He said as he examined himself in the mirror. "Otherwise it shows under your dress." "Uh huh," I nodded as I stepped into a half-slip that matched my bra and panties. "That wouldn't look right at all." "Aren't you going to take a shower dad, I mean mom?" Frank asked George walked out of the bathroom. "Dad's not going to appreciate hairy legs under your nylons." "Little Suzy homemaker are we?" I jibed as I headed into the bathroom. "Yes mother dear, I'll make sure my legs are nice and smooth." "Good girl," Frank called out just before I shut the door. I wet myself down thoroughly then spread the lotion to my legs and chest just as the bottle instructed. I had to wait for ten minutes so I lathered up my armpits and with great caution, shaved them clean. I then lathered my crotch and with even greater caution I shaved my pubic hair until it matched the way I knew Heather's looked. I hoped she'd be happy with all that I was doing, I felt silly but I loved her more than anything in the world and I had promised to try to please her. When my wait was finally over I carefully directed the shower head against my chest and watched sadly as the hair I had taken twenty two years to develop washed down the drain. I ran a razor over the remaining hairs then washed off my legs. Running my hands along my chest and legs I was sure Heather would approve of the silky smoothness of my now bare skin. I toweled dry then stepped into my panties and fastened my bra, making sure the forms were seated properly. I glanced at myself in the mirror. "God, I hope the counselor knows what he's talking about," I thought as I ran my hands along my panty covered butt. Heather kept her word about making me wear sexy lingerie; I was wearing a pair of while satin panties with a lace waistband and trim at the leg openings. My bra matched my panties; the cups were smooth and silky with a delicate looking pink flower accenting the center where the cups came together. My half-slip had several inches of lace trim along the bottom along with delicate white lace edging along the side slit. Heather told me that she was determined to make me feel like a sexy, feminine, lady and the lingerie I wore was doing a job on my mind. I couldn't pretend to be macho and in charge dressed this way, the best I could do was to fight off the helpless, weak, feelings that were trying to take over my mind. How would I be able to revert back to feeling like a man after spending two years in satin and frills? I fixed the waistband on my slip then stepped out to se how my new daughters were coming along. Frank was completely dressed in a simple green and white patterned sheath dress that showed off a great pair of legs and a figure even he never knew he had. He was busy playing the role of big sister to George who was having trouble getting his pantyhose on straight. "Just relax and pull them up gently," He advised his little sister. "You can't be too rough on them or you'll get runs in them and ruin them." I watched in fascination as George finished pulling on his pantyhose then put on his bra the way that I had taught him then let Frank help him adjust the full slip that so nicely matched the panties and bra that he wore. Heather had insisted on sets of matching lingerie, going on and on about how nice it would feel to know that our slips matched our bras and panties. I'm sure she and the girls felt good about it but the boys and I were just not sharing their elation, to put it bluntly, we felt damned silly! George pulled on the pink dress Gail had selected for him and once again waited patiently as Frank did the back buttons and tied the belt that was attached to the waist of the dress. I'm certain that Gail loved the pretty dress with it's scooped neckline and full skirt and they would have looked like an angel in it but to George dress was an ego killer. He bravely held back his tears as he stared at the sweetly dressed girl in the mirror. "Please don't let anyone see me like this," He begged. "I'll be laughed out of school if anyone finds out that I dressed like this. "Don't worry George," Frank said softly. "A little work with a hairbrush and no one would ever believe that you're a boy." That was the final straw for George who burst into tears. "But I don't want to be a girl Frank, please don't make me look like a sissy, please?" I quickly stepped over to George and held him tight to my chest. "It's going to be okay, you'll see." I said in a soft, reassuring voice. "We're going to get to do something very few people ever get to do, we're going to become other people for a while." "But why can't we be boys?" George asked in a voice that broke my heart. "We talked about this all last night," I gently reminded him. "It was either this or dad would leave us." "Mom," Frank interrupted. "Am I really going to have breasts?" "We all will Frank," I said softly. "Once the hormones are in our bodies we'll start to change into females. The hospital will finish what the hormones start, we'll be almost as female as mom and the girls are now." George began grilling me. "Gail said she was going to be able to pee standing up, is that true? Will I have to sit down to pee? What about boys? Will I have to kiss them?" "Didn't you understand it when I said the family was going to switch sexes?" I was starting to get exasperated. "Yes, Gail, Kathy, and dad will be able to pee standing up, we won't. You're too young to date so don't worry about kissing boys. You might as well get used to wearing pretty dresses, it's what women wear when they want to look nice and we will be women!" George looked at Frank for support but got a shrug instead. "We're stuck," Frank told him. "All of us, the girls too." "But it's not my fault." George protested. "It was my fault," I volunteered. "I started it and you two followed. We should have paid closer attention to the feelings of the ladies but we didn't. This is the price we're going to have to pay for being stupid." "It's going to be okay," Frank assured him. "We'll be here to help, no one's going through this alone." "After it's all over and you grow up and get married, you'll be better husbands and fathers than I've been." I told them. "Now let me finish dressing, we have to meet your new dad and brothers." George nodded his acceptance and slipped on the white shoes that Gail had provided him with. He sat quietly while Frank worked on his hair with a brush and curling iron he had borrowed from Kathy. "You might not think it's much but after mom did my hair for Halloween, I looked a lot better. Maybe it would make you feel better to look more like a girl?" "I can't look worse than I already do," George sighed. "Go ahead, make me beautiful." I went back to getting dressed and found that Heather had left me a little present. Instead of pantyhose like the boys got, she had provided me with a lace garter belt and white nylons with a delicate floral pattern sewn into them. Needless to say, the garter belt was part of a set that included my slip, bra, and panties. I had always begged her to wear garter belts and nylons, now it would be my turn. Hopefully the sex would still be as fantastic as when she wore them! I slipped a royal blue dress with a plunging neckline, and a flared skirt over my head then gently pulled it over my hips letting it come to rest at mid thigh. Frank and George were staring at me with silly grins plastered on their faces. "That dress makes you into one hot looking lady," George laughed. "I get the feeling you're going to be a great looking woman!" "Thank you George," I smiled and kissed him on his cheek. "That's a very pretty dress you have on, it really suits you." George frantically wiped his cheek where I had kissed him. "Did you have to do that dad?" "It's mom now," I reminded him. "What's wrong with a mother giving her pretty daughter a kiss?" "I'm not your daughter and it makes me feel stupid." "You'll get used to it, we all will." I promised. "Now let's go see what your new dad and brothers look like." Kathy and Gail looked pretty good in their brother's suits with their hair slicked down. A bit on the effeminate side but what could you expect from three females in guy's suits. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but except for Heather, I couldn't help feel that Frank, George, and I made better looking girls than they did guys. Heather had pulled out all the stops in her quest to become my husband. She normally wore her hair short but styled in a very feminine and attractive manner. Now, however, she had it slicked down and restyled to present a very masculine image. Her thin, arched, eyebrows were filled in somehow and were now the normal eyebrows of a man and she now sported a full mustache above her lip. The six of us stood staring at each other, much like the boys and girls at a grade school dance, each afraid to cross the line to the other side. Heather broke the stalemate in a dramatic way by walking over to me, putting her arms around me and pulling me close. "Have I ever mentioned that you're beautiful?" She asked before kissing me. "I'm such a lucky guy to have such a pretty wife." She caught me by surprise but I wasn't about to let her intimidate me. I placed my hands in back of her neck, locked my fingers together then in a soft voice I cooed, "I'm a lucky woman to have such a handsome husband as you sweetheart." Heather didn't miss a beat; he put her arms around my waist and pulled me tight. She forcefully pressed her lips against mine then began probing with her tongue. When I opened my mouth to accept her tongue her hands dropped down on my back and began rubbing my butt. It felt so good to have her rub the silky fabric of my slip and panties against my skin that I melted into her arms. "Would you two save that for later please?" Kathy asked. I reluctantly released my grip on Heather's tongue but when she tried to move her hands off my butt I whispered to her to leave them there. I smiled and turned to Kathy. "I couldn't help myself, your father is such a hunk!" "Can I help it your mom turns me on?" Heather shrugged. "She's a very pretty, sexy, lady!" "I can't believe you picked out suits and ties for us to wear dad," Kathy said, trying to ignore Heather's rubbing of my butt. "Couldn't you guys have picked something more casual?" "What about this dress?" George asked as he fluffed out his skirt. "What am I, a princess?" "I picked that out George," Gail admitted. "I thought you'd look pretty in it, I didn't mean to upset you." "Relax George," Kathy spoke up. "If we can wear these suits and ties you can wear a dress like that. It used to be Gail's favorite that's why she picked it out for you. " "You really do look nice," Gail said softly. "Really you do." "Who did your hair?" Kathy asked. "It's a cute style." George started to relax. "Frank did, he said it would make me feel better if I looked more like a girl." "You did a great job Frank," Heather told him. "By the way, you look very attractive in that outfit." Frank seemed thrilled with the compliments. "Thanks dad, I remembered how you fixed my hair for Halloween that time." I didn't think it would hurt to add to Frank's list of good deeds and it would help get George's mind off his problems. "Frank helped get George ready so that I could get dressed. He seemed to remember his lessons well." "You'll make a wonderful mother some day," Kathy quipped. "Stop it right now!" Mom ordered. "This whole thing is an attempt to resolve the type of fighting you're doing now." "Sorry mom," Kathy said contritely. "I didn't mean any harm." "You're supposed to be calling me dad, remember?" Heather barked. "And you did mean to hurt your brother's feelings. It had better not happen again, do you understand?" "Yes dad," Kathy replied. "I won't do it again." "Now, with that understood by all we can get down to business" Heather said with a smile. "How does everyone like their outfits?" "I think it's really neat dad," Gail spoke up. "Boy's clothes are a lot different. I wish they were prettier though." "Sorry honey, pretty is reserved for girl's clothes," I told her. "But don't worry, before long you won't want to wear pretty clothes." "Do I have to wear a mustache like mom, I mean dad's wearing?" Kathy asked. "It looks itchy to me." "Once you start taking male hormones," Heather laughed. "You could grow your own." Kathy didn't seem happy with the prospect of being able to have a mustache but she kept quiet, afraid of upsetting her new dad. "Do we have to wear dresses all the time?" George asked. "Are we ever allowed to wear pants like the girls do?" "You can wear anything you like sweetie, dresses, skirts, shorts, anything you like." Heather promised. "Girls actually have a lot more variety in clothes than boys do. Personally, I'm going to miss being stuck in pants all the time but it's the only way left for us." "Do we have to wear girl's clothes to school?" Frank asked hesitantly, afraid of what answer he might be given. "No, only at home for now." Heather assured him. "No one's going to wear anything that might embarrass them. When you're a girl you'll dress like a girl, but not until then." "Whew, that's a relief." Frank sighed. "I was worried that you might make me wear a dress to school." "Since you and George only have two more weeks of school left and no more gym classes, it would be a good idea to start wearing panties all of the time." I suggested. George's face went ashen. "I can't wear girl's underwear to school, what if someone see them?" "I already thought about that," Heather spoke up. "I'll get you two several sets of pretty bikini panties and hip huggers, they're low cut so they won't show above your pants." "I'll wear boy's underwear if you want me to George," Gail offered. "Great idea Gail," I told her. "Kathy, you should do the same as the boys will be doing." George and Kathy both looked a reprieve but found none. "It's all settled then, you kids wear your new underwear all of the time from now on, then evenings and weekends it's complete outfits. Agreed?" I asked. Four heads nodded slowly. "Your mom and I will be doing the same thing," Heather assured them. "We're all in this together remember." "What about stuff like makeup?" Frank asked. "Should we be wearing it?" "Shut up frank!" George hissed. "Quit giving mom ideas." "I think it would be a good idea Frank," Heather agreed. "I'll be happy to show you three ladies a few things if you like. Some women never bother with it but I'll leave that up to you." "Do either of you boys have any questions that your sisters may be able to answer for you?" I asked Kathy and Gail. "We'll all be taking classes on how to act like men and women but until then ask each other anything you want, okay?" Turning to George and Frank I said. "The same goes for you girls." Kathy was the first to speak up. "Would someone please show me how to tie a real necktie?" this clip on is bugging me!" "Come on," Frank said. "I have a few in my room." "Thanks for the dress Gail," George smiled. "I'm sorry if you thought I didn't like it. It's going to be hard getting used to being a girl." "I'll bet," Gail laughed. "It's fun though. You'll b able to wear all kinds of pretty clothes, and play around with makeup and nail polish, and if you're sad, you're allowed to cry without anyone making fun of you. I'm going to miss it I think, but being a boy sounds like fun too." "It will be, you'll see." George told her. "You can yell, fight, climb trees, and all kinds of other stuff. Most of the time people won't yell at you, they just say that you're being a boy. Of course your teachers will like the girls more than the boys, but it's still fun being a boy." "Mom said that you and Frank will start to act like girls soon, did you know that?" "I don't think I'll ever act like a girl," George said emphatically. "Sometimes I think girl's are silly." "Mom said it won't matter," Gail insisted. "You and Frank will act like girls, me and Kathy will act like boys." "Mom, is that true?" George asked. "What if I don't want to act like a girl?" "I'm afraid you won't be able to help yourself George," I told him. "The hormones we're going to take are going to make girls out of us, like it or not." Throughout it all Heather kept rubbing and squeezing my butt, driving me crazy with lust. She gave me a gentle squeeze. "Gail, why don't you take George and show him the makeup kit you got for Christmas. "He'll need to learn how to use it. "But I wanted to use it," She pouted. "You let Kathy wear makeup." "None of us are going to be wearing any for a little while honey." Heather told her as she gently pushed her to her room. "I'll get you a better one when we become girls again, okay?" Gail wasn't happy but she finally agreed and led George off to his first makeup lesson. "I wanted to get you alone pretty lady," Heather whispered seductively as she led me off to our bedroom. "You make me horny." "Have you been taking hormones already?" I asked. "You've been acting awfully funny since we saw that counselor. "If I'm going to be a man," She told me as she pulled me close. "I plan on getting started now. From now on you're a woman and my pretty wife. I'm going to turn you into a sexy lady and then I'm going to show you exactly what a woman wants a man to do to her in bed. You may not think much of it right now, but when you get the proper equipment you're going to love it!" Heather helped me out of my dress, slip, and bra but insisted that I keep my panties, garter belt and nylons on. She took off her suit and before I could laugh at seeing her in a pair of briefs she had me on the bed and was rubbing my nipples between her fingertips. I never thought of my nipples as being very sensitive before but she was really starting to make me horny. I tried to roll over on her but she pushed me back. "No, you're the woman now. You never let me on top so now you have to stay on the bottom." With that she was on top of me rubbing her BVD covered crotch against my Victoria's Secret covered one. She began kissing my forehead, my cheeks, neck, chest, and a few other interesting places along her way to my ankles. She gently slid off me and slowly removed my panties and began to lick every part of my crotch with one exception. "Please suck on it," I begged. "Please, you're driving me crazy, you have to help me." "I'll help you, you pretty little thing, but it's going to be my way. Now just be a good little girl and lay there, you'll have your relief soon." Minutes later I erupted like a volcano! I would have never believed I could climax the way she was doing it but I was so very, very, wrong! "Oh God Heather," I moaned. "That was fantastic. Can we do it again sometime?" "How about right now?" She teased. "Can you handle it?" "No, I can't go again right away." I groaned. "Give me a few minutes at least." "Fine," She said with a wicked smile as she went to her drawer. "While we're waiting let's fix something." She produced a tube of glue and before I could protest she glued my breast forms to my chest. "Keep holding them until I say to let go." She ordered. "Lay still and do what I say." She removed my garter belt and nylons then dressed me in a sheer, white, baby doll nightie with matching panties. Next came some powder, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick along with a spritz of her favorite perfume. "You are a very sexy woman Beth, do you know that?" She whispered as she began to nibble on my ear. "Very sexy." "Beth?" I moaned as she worked her way to my neck. "Is that my new name?" "Elizabeth Ann," She told me while licking my neck. "A pretty name for a pretty lady. Do you like it?" "I love it," I moaned. "I'll love anything, just don't stop, please!" "Good, now say "My name is Beth and I am a sexy woman". "My name is Beth and I am a sexy woman," I repeated mindlessly as she began working on my crotch with her tongue. "Tell me that you love being a woman, a sexy woman," She urged. "Tell me or no relief." "I love it!" I moaned. "I love being a sexy woman." Heather smiled. "I can't wait until you do this for me," She said as she took me in her mouth. Seconds later it was all over. "We'd better get back," I said reluctantly. "The kids will be wondering." "All right, there's always later Beth." She teased as I pulled my panties back on. I thought about later, much later, when I would be the one being penetrated. It had a certain appeal to it, in a kinky sort of way, but no matter how much I tried to put it out of my mind, I still wondered if we were doing the right thing. "Where did this dress come from?" I asked as I Heather zipped me up. "I don't remember you're wearing it before." "I didn't," She snickered. "I bought it just for you, along with a few other things of course. You're two sizes bigger than I am so I picked up a few things in your size." "You planned this whole thing for some time, didn't you?" "Almost a month, I would have been really upset if you hadn't agreed. I'd have hated to return all the pretty clothes and stuff I got for you." "This isn't right Heather, you're tricking me! You're turning me and the boys into females for some silly game." "It's not a game," She said firmly. "It really is our last chance. I took a gamble that you'd go along and bought some things to help you. You said you liked it, remember?" "I would have said anything at that time and you know it!" Heather sighed deeply. "Fine, if you don't trust me, if you really want to back out, go ahead. I won't stop you." "You'll forget this whole idea and stay with me?" "No. I promised that I'd take the girls and leave and that's exactly what will happen. It's your choice, be a woman, or be alone." I thought about it for maybe ten seconds. "This dress is just a little tight, you wouldn't happen to have something more comfortable for me, would you?" I smiled. Heather brought out a silky pink shell top and a long, cream colored, pleated skirt with pink flowers on it, "A little more feminine, do you mind?" "It's very pretty," I said as I stepped out of my dress. "Do you think I'll look good in it?" "I could make you beautiful if you'll let me," She teased. A thought suddenly popped into my head and I started to laugh. "I suppose I'm Elizabeth Doolittle, you're Henry Higggins, and I'm about to become your fair lady?" "You certainly are my love," Heather told me with a leer. "But Henry sounds so nerd like, I want a better, more masculine name." "How about Sean?" I asked. "As in Sean Connery? You can't get more masculine than James Bond, right?" "Sean it is!" Heather exclaimed. "But we'll make Henry my middle name, I like the My Fair Lady angle. I exchanged my short half slip for a longer one and a camisole to keep my sheer top from being a little too sexy then sat and let Heather do me over with her makeup and a shoulder length brown wig that she just happened to have lying around. She wouldn't let me see myself until she was completely done and I had my skirt and top on. "What do you think Beth?" She asked as she uncovered the mirror. "Woman enough to pull it off?" I stared in amazement at the lovely woman in the mirror. Her makeup and hair were perfect and her outfit was very feminine without being at all flashy. "If I wasn't already married, I'd take her in a second." I said in awe. "I can't believe it's really me." "It's you all right, and you're all mine." With that she planted a kiss on my lips that made my spine tingle. "I'm going to make you a very happy woman Beth." "I can't wait," Were the only words that seemed appropriate. The kids were impressed with the way their new mom looked, both the boys and the girls complimented me on how pretty I looked. They had obviously been experimenting too. George was sporting a pink bow clipped into his hair and a touch of lipstick. Kathy and Gail had ditched their suits and ties for more comfortable jeans and jerseys compliments of their brothers and Frank wore a touch of lipstick, eyeshadow and blush along with a faint scent of Kathy's cologne. The rest of the evening found the family experimenting with different looks, for the boys and me it was miniskirts versus long skirts versus slacks. Mixing and matching different tops, slacks, and skirts to come up with different looks. The girls felt a little left out since all they could do was to change different shirts or jerseys with slacks, shorts, or jeans. They did seem to appreciate that they would no longer have to shave their legs or worry about their hair or makeup though. "I'll be able to get an extra hour of sleep in the mornings if I don't have to do my hair or put makeup on, " Kathy commented. "I hated getting up early just to do that, it always bugged me that Frank didn't have to do it." "I think that the girls got away with murder in school," George complained. "The teachers always yelled at the boys but never yelled at the girls." "Girls have it made when it comes to dating," Frank added. "Boys have to get up the guts to ask a girl out and then she tells him no, no reason, just no. If she says yes then we have to pay for everything!" "You won't worry about that much longer," Heather said with a warm smile. "Soon you'll be the pretty girl that boys are dying to date." "I guess another good thing about being a boy is that I won't have to worry about how I sit cause I won't be wearing dresses anymore!" Kathy laughed. "You're going to love having to keep your legs together so boys won't look up your skirt," She told Frank. "Not to mention that they'll stare at your chest when they talk to you!" "We'll manage, won't we girls?" I asked. "Frank and George looked at me for several long seconds then gave an enthusiastic reply. "We sure will mom!" The kids swapped rooms that night. Frank and George spent their first night in nightgowns while the girls wore their old PJ's. I'm sure that we all felt self conscious, the boys ended up in harem girl style PJ's, while the girls got stuck with the boy's old baseball uniform style PJ's. I had on my blue nightgown with the lace trim at the sleeves and neck while Heather made do with a pair of my jogging pants and a Tee shirt. We watched TV in our new sleepwear but no one said a word, afraid that laughing at someone would bring the same laughter and ridicule down on him or her. The next morning's breakfast was quiet one with none of the bickering or name calling of the past. The boys were clearly uncomfortable in their girlish outfits, as were the girls in their brothers PJ's. I noticed that the boys were much calmer than usual though. Could it be that just being dressed so girlishly had a calming effect on them? Did their behavior correspond to their clothing? Everyone looks very nice this morning," Heather told them. "How do you like your new PJ's?" "They're okay I guess," Kathy shrugged. "They're comfortable, a little heavier than what I'm used to though." "Are we going to be stuck wearing matching outfits as boys too?" Gail groaned. "I hated wearing the same things as Kathy." "I'm not wearing anything he wears!" Frank pointed to George. "It's bad enough to have to dress like a girl but I'm not going to wear cute matching outfits." "Same here," George added. "If he wears it, I won't." "I'll try to keep the matching outfits to the bare minimum girls," I agreed. "How about just one or two mother daughter sets for special occasions?" "I wouldn't mind!" Kathy cheerfully volunteered. "No son of mine is going to run around in dresses." Heather reminded her. "When we go full time it's all day, every day." "Just thought I'd ask." Kathy said meekly. "Monday's the day isn't it?" George asked. "We'll start changing after that huh?" "It will be gradual at first," Heather told him as though talking about the weather. "You won't notice the changes for a couple of weeks." "When do Kathy and I get our pee-pees?" Gail asked excitedly. "I can't wait!" "Probably in a month dear, your mom and I will get changed first, then Kathy and Frank, you and George will be last." Heather could have been talking about haircuts for all the emotion she displayed. The kids naturally seemed worried but to Heather it was just a small adjustment. I couldn't believe it when Gail started to complain. "It's not fair," She cried. "Kathy gets to do everything first, can't I be the first to get a pee-pee?" "Do you understand what's going to happen to you honey?" I asked. "This isn't a game." "Sure," Gail replied happily. "Mommy, I mean daddy, told me and Kathy all about it. We're going to be boys and have Pee-pee's. George and Frank are going to be the girls and me and Kathy will be the boys." I looked at Heather who shrugged. "Why not let her?" "I don't mind waiting," Kathy added. "I've done without one this long, I'm sure that I can wait a little longer." I gave up; I never could win an argument with Heather. I had already agreed to her harebrained scheme, what difference would it make who went first? "Fine, if you want to be first, go right ahead." "Care to join Gail in going first George?" Heather asked as though it was some sort of privilege. "Please say yes, George." Gail urged. "It would be so cool to switch at the same time!" "But I really don't want to be a girl," George said sadly. "But we have to switch," Gail insisted. "Please, please, please, be my sister?" George had his share of arguments with the girls but he'd always been close to Gail and had never been able to turn her down if she really wanted something. This time was no different. "All right," George finally relented. "Can I become a girl when Gail becomes a boy?" He asked. "Certainly," Heather told him as she kissed him on the head. "Don't worry, you're going to be so cute as a girl!" George took the odd comment as a compliment. "I hope so," He said sadly. "It's still so weird though." Heather seemed satisfied that all was proceeding on course. "After we clean up the dishes I want you kids to spend time trying on the clothes in your new rooms. Let me know how everything fits, if there are any problems we'll get you new things that fit right." "Kathy's outfits are a little big in the chest," Frank spoke up. "Her pants are a little baggy in the butt too." "Your pants are tight on my butt," Kathy shot back. "Don't you have any butt?" "That's enough," Heather told them. "Kathy's built a little differently than you are right now Frank. Her things will fit you well enough in about a month when you start filling out like a girl. For now though, we'll get you padded bras which will give you a bigger bust." "Frank's things will fit you better then too Kathy," I told her. "Your butt won't be quite as big then." Kathy seemed horrified and I felt bad having to remind her that her brother's clothes would eventually fit her but she held her comments. The kids all finished, then excused themselves to follow Heather's directions and try on their newly acquired wardrobes. I caught sight of the kids throughout the day as we all went through our new closets and helped each other with zippers and ties. Frank seemed comfortable in a white denim skirt, yellow sleeveless top, and sandals while Kathy seemed to be doing well enough in a pair of cargo pants and a Tee shirt. Gail had gotten to George though and managed to get him decked out in a pink sundress with spaghetti strap ties and a band of lace across the chest. He wore glossy pink lipstick, a pink ribbon had been clipped into his hair, which had been brushed into a girlish style with bangs, and Gail's bright pink sneakers covered a pair of her white, lace cuffed socks. I couldn't begin to imagine how she had talked him into wearing all of those things let alone let her paint his nails to match his lipstick! As he passed Kathy she stopped and stared at him. "Except for your hair you look just like Gail!" She exclaimed. "I see she's been practicing with her makeup kit?" "Yeah, she bet me that I wouldn't wear this dress," He nodded. "She said I was too chicken. Once I got the dress and underwear on the makeup didn't seem like such a big deal." "You're very pretty," Kathy said. "I don't mean to upset you but I can't believe you're not my little sister. I wonder if Frank is going to look like me?" "Let's find out," George chuckled. "Hey Frank, come here please." He called. Heather came into the room just as Frank was refusing to go along with the makeover that had been planned for him. "Don't be a spoilsport Frank," She chided. "It's all in fun and you're going to have to get used to it sooner or later anyhow. Just pretend it's Halloween again, okay?" Frank hesitated then nodded acceptance. "This is going to be so cool!" Kathy told him as she led him off to her old room. "I'm going to make you so pretty!" Heather smiled and turned to me as the kids walked off. "That only leaves you," "Why not," I said. "I've been wondering what I'll look like." "You'll be beautiful, trust me. Men will go weak at the sight of you but you're my girl!" "I can't imagine myself as a beautiful woman. Just as long as I look like a woman, I can do without the beautiful part." "No, I work hard to look good for you and I'm not going to accept anything but the best from my wife." She insisted. "I'll teach you everything you need to know about being a sexy woman and I expect you to use what you're taught!" That was the end of what little discussion there was about my becoming beautiful. Heather went to the closet and brought out another dress that just happened to fit me. It was incredible, stunning; creamy white with a softly pleated skirt, sheer from the bust to the shoulders, with sheer sleeves and a white silk jacket, it was sure to turn the head of any man the wearer passed. She had me change into white satin lingerie which she said would help set my mood then handed me a pair of the sheerest nylons I'd ever seen to attach to my garters. "Let yourself go Beth," She whispered as she zipped the back of my new dress. "Feel the sensuous tug of your garters against your silky nylons, let yourself be overcome by the satiny lingerie as it caresses your smooth body. You're more than beautiful," She told me. "You're the most attractive, desirable woman that ever lived. If you entered the Mrs. America contest the other women would quit, they'd know that they couldn't possibly hope to compete with a woman like you." "I'm flattered, believe me, but I can't seem to imagine myself as a beautiful woman. I'm sorry." "It's okay Beth, it's hard to do now but once you start on hormones you'll find it will get easier and easier to forget that you were ever a man." "But I don't want to feel like that," I tried to explain. "I understand that I have to fit in as a woman but I don't ever want to forget that I'm a man. When this is all over I want to be your husband again." "I think that you have the potential to be a beautiful woman," Heather insisted. "It would be a waste to be ordinary when you could be beautiful. Imagine a beautiful woman, men seek her out, women envy her. You could be that woman." "I'd rather be your husband." "I'll be your husband, I'll take care of you and I'll love you. It's an experience you'll never forget and you'll be a better person for it." "A better man?" I had to ask. "That will be up to you," Heather kissed me and held me tight. "But I promise that I'll always be right there with you." As I sat and worried Heather busied herself applying cosmetics to my face. "Try to remember what I'm doing," She ordered. "You'll learn all about this in class but it will help if you know a little before hand." She calmly told me all about lipstick, lip-liner, eyeshadow, blush, powder, foundation, and a myriad of other concoctions that she said I'd need to know about. She couldn't have been more at ease if it had been our daughter Kathy sitting here rather than her husband. To her I was just another girl who needed to learn the mechanics of making herself beautiful. "Once we change does that mean I'll have to scratch my crotch every morning?" She joked. "It comes with being a guy," I teased. "You'll also find that you're sense of direction will improve to the point where it will no longer be necessary to stop and ask for directions. I'm going to miss that." "I'll miss the ability to think with my brain." Heather shot right back. "Men think with other parts of their bodies." "I still can't believe this is all happening to us, it's surprising that the kids are going along with the idea." "None of us really wanted to split up so we're all going along." Heather said. "Still, it was awfully sweet of George to let Gail pretty him up like she did." "What about me?" I pouted. "I'm letting you pretty me up, don't I get an atta boy?" "No, you get an atta girl," Heather corrected. "You have to stop thinking of yourself as a man Beth." "But I am still a man, for now at least." "Give it up Beth," She laughed. "Tomorrow we get the first of the shots that will change us. Quit trying to hold onto something that's gone." "I'm sorry," I laughed. "It's just that it's so strange. I mean if someone came in right now, how would we explain that a woman dressed like a man is putting makeup on a man dressed like a woman?" "No one will ever see us until you're a woman putting on your own makeup dear. It will all seem perfectly natural then." No matter how I tried to show her that we were doing something odd, Heather always had a logical reason to justify it. I guess she was right, I was trying to hold onto my manhood. It was time to let it go and become the woman I seemed destined to be. I could smell the perfume I was wearing, it was a scent that had always turned m eon when Heather wore it and now she was using it to tease me. She was telling me that she was taking over my role, she would be the family breadwinner and I would be the sweet little housewife. In the past I had worried about bills, getting the car fixed, and who was likely to win on Monday Night Football. They would all be Heather's problems from now on, all I would have to worry about would be driving the kids to whatever activities they were involved in, getting dinner on the table, and pleasing my husband. Heather had made it very clear that she planned on being an aggressive lover and expected me to submit to her sexual demands as she had done to mine over the years. She told me that she expected me to keep myself in shape and look pretty for her but she would leave the means up to me. She suggested that I might enjoy spending hours at the beauty parlor, or soaking in luxurious scented bath oils to keep my skin soft, or joining an aerobics class to keep my figure looking young and desirable. If I relaxed and put my fears out of my head, it all seemed so wonderful and I couldn't help but feel anxious to become her lovely wife! "Will you do that for me Beth," She asked as she clipped pearl earrings to my ears. "Will you be my wife and let me take care of you?" I forced all my fears and doubts from my mind. "Yes Sean," I promised. "I'll be a woman, a beautiful woman, your wife. I'll make you proud of me, I promise." I could suddenly feel the sensuous tug of my nylons against my garters, the erotic feeling of my slip and panties rubbing against my bare flesh, I could feel it all now and I loved what I felt! Heather leaned forward and kissed me with more passion than she had done in years. Our lips locked together and our tongues met as I pulled her onto my lap. "I don't want to mess up your lipstick," She muttered as she broke off the kiss. "I'll redo it," I promised as I pulled her close. "I love you Sean." I whispered just before our lips met again. The kids were stunned when they saw the new me. "You look great mom," Kathy gushed as she gave me an inspection only a female could give. "Is that dress new?" I swished the hem of my skirt back and forth in as feminine a manner as I could. "Yes it is," I said proudly. "Your dad bought it for me, do you like it?" "It's perfect for you mom," Gail said. "That was very sweet of daddy." I felt Heather put her arm around my waist so I snuggled closer to her. "Yes, he is such a sweetheart. That's why I'm such a lucky woman!" "Where are Frank and George?" I asked. "I thought you and Gail were fixing them up?" "We made a switch," Kathy laughed. "We decided that since we were twins, it would be simpler if we became each other. I'm now Frank and this is my little brother George." "The girls will be out in a minute mom," My new youngest son told me. "Kathy wanted to fix their makeup herself." Just then a door opened and two pretty girls walked out of a bedroom. Kathy, formerly Frank, looked perfect in a sleeveless, pink dress, white stockings, pink pumps, and a white jacket. His hair was fixed in a unisex style with bangs that helped push it to the girl side of the fence. His makeup was tastefully applied with eyeshadow to match his outfit, light pink blush on his cheeks, and a coral lipstick that offset the pale outfit. George made a sweet girl in a sleeveless white sundress with ruffled trim around the armholes and hem. He wore just a touch of blush on his cheeks and a lip-gloss that was perfect for his age. His tan nylons and low heeled white pumps gave the impression of a young girl who would most certainly develop into a very lovely young woman in a few short years. "You girls look very nice," I said with a smile. "Kathy, you're going to have to beat the boys back with a club and Gail is certainly going to break many a junior high school boys heart!" The new Gail shook her head. "Thanks mom, that's all I need, boy's drooling over me." "It might not be that bad," I smiled at Sean. "It feels nice to have someone think that you're pretty." "I hope I never have to find that out," Kathy said. "I think I'd freak if a boy came on to me!" "You're not going to freak, as you put it," Sean reminded her. "You'll almost certainly respond the way any other girl your age would. If he's cute or you think there's something special about him, you'll smile and probably even flirt a little to encourage him. From what I've been able to find out about the effects of the hormones I'd be very surprised if you didn't." "I'll never flirt with a boy!" Kathy shouted indignantly. "Me either!" Gail added. "Don't get upset over it now," I advised them. "Daddy said we'll have plenty of time to ask questions and get used to our new feelings." I kissed Sean on the cheek. "So far I think I'm going to like it!" "I guess George and I will fill the same way about girls?" Frank asked. "I mean we'll want to do things like let them hold us and kiss us like you and daddy are doing?" "It's all going to be up to you boys," Sean said while wrapping his arms around my waist. "But from what I've seen, being a boy is going to be so much better than being a girl!" Kathy turned to her new brother. "I think we should talk about this Frank, you know a lot more about guys than I do. Maybe you can tell me what to expect. "Okay, and you can tell me everything you know about girls." Frank agreed. "Hey, I've got some fake nails that would look great with that outfit, wanna try them?" "Sure, I'm a girl now right?" Kathy and Frank went off to talk about dating. Gail wanted to follow but George had other plans for his new sister. "Come on," He told her. "Their gonna talk about mushy stuff, let's go back to your room, I've got some really neat outfits for you to wear!" While the kids were playing Sean and I snuggled together on the sofa to watch a movie. His hands were all over me, driving me wild with desire. "This is what I'm going to do to you whenever I get you alone Beth." He promised as he nibbled on my earlobe. "I'm going to get you all hot and bothered and then I'm going to screw your pretty little brains out! Maybe we'll go on one of those second honeymoon getaways for a little kinky sex, what do you think?" The idea of a second honeymoon suddenly triggered another thought in my head. "Sean, will you marry me?" I asked in the softest, sexiest voice I could manage. "Please?" "We're already married, sweet thing," My lover whispered as he rubbed my butt through my dress. "We can skip the preliminaries and get right to the main event, fantastic sex!" "No Sean," I said petulantly. "I'm serious. I want to get married all over again. I want to wear a beautiful gown and sexy lingerie and say "I do" to the man I love. After that I want you to make a woman out of me. I want to scream in delight as you give me one orgasm after another. Can we do that? Please?" Sean just smiled at me as though I were a little girl. I didn't care though; I was willing to do whatever it took to get him to agree. "All right baby," He nodded. "I'll marry you and it will be my pleasure to make you my woman!" "Oh goody!" I giggled in delight as I snuggled into his arms. I gave him a quick kiss then settled down to watch the movie. It was tough to concentrate though, Sean kept running his hand under my dress and toying with my garters. He was driving me mad, I wish I had thought to do that to him when he was still Heather, I'm sure we could have had some great sex! That night I had strange dreams of being at work in the department store dressed as Beth. My coworkers pointed, laughed, and derided me. I tried to buy a man's suit from another department but I didn't have any money or credit card. I lost several sales as soon as customers realized that I was a man and my boss called me in and fired me. When I went to leave I discovered that my car was missing and had to walk home. I was so humiliated that when I finally got home I cried for hours. The next morning I confided my fears to my wife. "I don't know if I can do this," I told her as she I pulled a pair of slacks over my panties. "I could be ruined if anyone finds out that I'm really a man. Think of the kids, they'll be harassed every day in school, they'll have no friends, it will be a disaster." "You're absolutely right." She agreed to my surprise. "I am?" "Yes if anyone were to find out you probably would be ruined, the kids would certainly be harassed, our lives would be pure hell." "Then you're willing to reconsider?" "No, absolutely not." "But you said" She smiled as though dealing with a child. "I said, "If anyone found out", they won't, now get dressed Beth." I knew better then to argue; all I could do was trust that she knew what she was doing. We were all given physicals and then met with the counselor. He was very nice, explaining to the kids what was going to happen and what they could expect. No, he explained, the boys could not possibly get pregnant even though they would have functional external female genitals. No, the girls could not impregnate another girl either. He calmly explained the expected breast development to the boys and the lack of menstrual periods to the girls. We would all go to classes to help us fit in to our new worlds and when we were done no one would be able to tell that we weren't what we appeared to be. Having the kids take on their twin's identities was considered an excellent idea; it would involve far less paperwork and adjustment for the kids themselves. All of our old records would quietly be changed to Sean's maiden name of Adams and I would become the former Elizabeth Ann Connors or Mrs. Sean Adams. He would look for work in the computer operations field which he had studied in college, I would, at least temporarily, be a housewife. Our house would be rented out for the two-year period, if we decided to return it would be available and we would be assisted in finding jobs and resuming our old lives. If we decided not to return to our old lives the house would then be sold and we would remain as we were for the rest of our lives. A small, time released capsule would be inserted into us that would block our natural hormone production. The boys and I would have our testosterone levels reduced to what a woman has while the girls would experience the same reduction in estrogen. In a short while another capsule containing our new hormones would be inserted and then we would undergo the operations to change our physical sex. In less than a month any so us would be able to undergo a physical exam without worry of discovery. "But I thought it would take at least two months?" I asked wondering what the rush was. Maybe with another month I could get the whole thing dropped. "Your physical exams show that you'll all be seceptive to the procedure," I was told. "A few weeks of hormone therapy will be enough before your surgeries so there's no need to wait. Once the children are out of s