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Revenge of the Mommies By Lorraine B. (c) 2002 All Rights Reserved My household has been blissfully quiet lately, a change for my sanity. Joe, my husband has been more attentive to my wants and needs, as well as for our children's wants and needs. Joe has always been there for our two daughters and me, but does tend to ignore Carroll, our only son. I try to help Carroll, and support him in his endeavors as I do for all of our children. He has the potential to become a gifted chemist. Carroll, the second oldest at age seventeen is slight for his age, and not what you would call masculine, though he is handsome. However, his father is very masculine and athletic, but Joe has a face only I could love. Joe is as bald as a vulture, yet Carroll has long, thick brunette hair like mine. His father and I both gave him his dark eyes and olive skin. All of the kids shared in their great looks from me I would assume. I am the quintessential example of the very proud mother. It was not always peaceful in our home. In fact, it was a war zone. Patricia and Lisa always degraded Carroll, often making him cry. It has always been Joe's way to be always taking the girls' side in every argument with me in the middle of the foray. This was a sore spot with me that caused Joe to sleep many nights on the couch in the family room or the den. It also hurt me deeply that we had to argue about the kids or get involved in their petty arguments. In fact it was so bad that two years ago we sent Patricia and Lisa to a private school. In order to send them to that school, and to help in the expenses I had returned back to work as an administrative assistant in a physician's office. My workdays were long and tiring, but we needed the extra money, and I needed my sanity returned to me. Besides I wanted my husband's loving. The months flew by without any problems. Even the summer was grand for our entire family. I was at peace with the world until one Friday I came home early from work. I was to start a four-day weekend, as I had to use my compensatory time I had accrued. I had to use it or lose it, or so they say. I went into the house from the attached garage taking my shoes off as I entered the house. Oh, that felt so good to my feet and me. I briefly massaged them to get the feeling back and the blood flowing again. That was when I heard the unmistakable sounds of two people making love. I always thought that I was loud in bed but the noises I heard could start an avalanche in the nearest snow covered mountain range. That was over 500 miles away. The noises seemed to originate from the family room. My curiosity was increased. Ever so slowly and quietly, I crept toward the sounds of lust. My curiosity conquered my common sense. I knew my girls were not home as they were both in school. My mind focused on Joe and Carroll. If Joe were cheating, I would kill him. I'd cut it off! If it were Carroll, I would ground him for life. My anger was at its peak! I had fire in my eyes and smoke came from my ears. Ever so slowly, I made my way through the dining room and living room to eventually come to the sunken family room. What I saw shocked me to my very core. There were two people making love on my couch. ON MY COUCH! How dare they! The boy was Carroll's best friend, and our neighbor, Alex. The girl had her legs up very high and had them wrapped around Alex receiving him. She seemed to be enjoying every thrust Alex made as she sounded close to climax, asking for more. I saw her hips move in time with his rhythm rocking motion and enjoying her receivership. I continued to watch in shock that this was being done in my house. This was my house and not some lover's lane! There were no submarine races here! HOW DARE THEY! Finally, they both climaxed. I watched intently as they kissed and held each other lovingly to share their ending to their sexual romp. I am not a voyeur, and not into that type of activity, I was very offended and thoroughly pissed. This boy wasn't even my child! This is MY house, MY home! I had to admit that Alex was a God in his own right. He was the opposite of Carroll, tall, muscular, and now very dead. He was going to get his comeuppance and so was his little harlot girlfriend. The audacity of those kids! When I was through with him, I'll give him to his mother! "Ummmmm... Excuse me for interrupting your roll in the hay or shall I say, on my couch." I said softly and calmly but sarcastically. Alex was up from the couch in a burst of speed grabbing his pants first, followed by his girlfriend that stood behind him trembling in fear from being caught. I saw her re- buttoning and pulling her clothes to some similarity of order. I felt sorry for them but they had used my house and my couch for their assignation. Their asses were mine! "Sweetheart, please stand next to Alex and take your medicine as a woman should." I said in a no nonsense tone of voice. Slowly she moved to Alex's side. I assumed she was very pretty as she stood wearing my hot pink suit, white satin jabot blouse, tan hose and my hot pink open-toed four-inch sling-back pumps. Her head was lowered with her hair braided as she stood. I saw that all the jewelry she wore was mine too. The audacity of this little trollop! I was betting she was wearing my underwear too! However, without looking at her face she had a very nice body. Nevertheless, she was wearing my clothes! My clothes damn it! "Alex, get dressed please. Young lady, go use the powder room, clean yourself up and repair your makeup. Do not leave a love trail either, missy." Since there was no bath in the family room, she had to pass me. Ever so slowly, she walked toward me after retrieving her... MY pink-laced panties from the floor. I noticed she was very graceful in her mannerisms and the fluidity of her walk. I wished my daughters where as graceful as this girl was. She also looked very familiar. Suddenly the light went on in my brain. OhMyGod! It was Carroll! My son! I said nothing as Carroll passed me going to the powder room. I was speechless! I was angry! I was so confused! What the hell was going on with my son? "Darling, get cleaned up, leave your clothes on and come back here." I said when she or he passed me. "Alex please sit and wait for Carroll to return." I said. "Ah... you recognized her, huh?" I nodded that I did before I went quickly to the telephone and called Phyllis, Alex's mother and my closest friend. "Phyllis, could you please come over? We have a slight problem, more like a situation." All she said was that she would be right over and hung up. When I had returned, both Carroll and Alex were seated on the couch they had both christened in their throws of passion. They sat very close to each other and Alex had his arm around Carroll's shoulder, protectively. Alex was the boyfriend protecting and reassuring his girlfriend. Carroll was still shaking nervously. "Ah... mother, can we talk please." Carroll said sounding just like my other daughters did. My Lord she sounded like them too but looked more like me. I heard the door open with Phyllis saying, "Judy what's wrong? Are the boys alright?" "Come to the family room and yes the kids are fine." I yelled out. "If they're okay then why... Oh, shit! Since when did you have a third daughter?" She asked surprised looking directly at Carroll. I then explained what I had seen when I had come home, neither of us had looks of disgust, but we were dumbfounded. Carroll and Alex had been friends for many years all through Grammar School and now High School. Never once had we thought that they might be gay or questioned their association. As I said there was never any indication they were gay during all those years. I had seen many persons in the stages of transition over the years working in a doctor's office. Was it possible that Carroll needed it? I had never realized my son wanted to become my daughter. It tore me apart the he or she was what was referred to as transgendered. "Okay so tell us. We want to hear it all and we want the truth." I said "This better be good!" Phyllis said. "Ah... mom... Alex... and I... are lovers. We've loved each other for years. We decided to be with each other for all our lives." Carroll said after relaxing a bit. "Personally I think you are too young to make that decision. Okay, are you saying to us you've both done this before? But why my clothes?" "We're not too young and yes mother we have. I've been wearing your clothes for several years. Patricia and Lisa's clothes are either too tomboyish, slutty, or too tight. I want to be just like you, mom. I want it all, love, dating, boyfriend, husband, children, sex, everything." Carroll said on the verge of tears. Her anguish and determination was very evident. "Well that explains a great deal. I've been blaming your sisters for wearing my clothes and using my makeup. I should be flattered but... Carroll, I just don't know. How do I tell your father? What about your sisters? How about the family?" I said confused. "Alex what do you have to say? We've heard Carroll, now what about you?" Phyllis said calmly. "Mom, we do love each other and always have. I think that Carroll has said it all." Alex said. "Have either of you given any thought as to the attitudes of the people you go to school with or some of the bigots in this town? How about our feelings?" Phyllis said. "Most of our close friends know and respect us. The ones that don't know might not suspect. I think that most of the school knows or suspects. Carroll was attacked once, but the football team and some others came to her aid. We're sorry for what we did, I guess we thought we would never get caught." "So when were you going to spring this on us? It seems everyone knows but us, your parents. Carroll I'm disappointed I always thought we could speak about anything. I am your mother after all." I said. "Mother, we were going to tell you but... I wasn't ashamed or embarrassed... I was frightened." Carroll said. "Frightened, of me? Of your father?" I asked. "Of both daddy and my sisters, but I know both Patty and Lisa know about us. They don't like hearing about Alex and me. I know that you and daddy have no secrets, so I would be dead meat." "Mom, I do love Carroll and she loves me." Alex said. We were at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say. My daughters are bigots? My son's transgendered? It would seem that everyone knows of these two but their parents don't. "Alex, please go home and wait for your mother. Carroll, please wait here for me to call you. We need to talk more. Phyllis and I need to talk first before we speak to you and your fathers." Alex went home after kissing Carroll in front of us. Phyllis and I went to the kitchen to discuss this matter further between us. Carroll stayed in the family room and sweated for my return or to be called. "Did you watch those two? They were no different then us in our younger days. The only thing missing was the back seat of a car or a blanket on the grass." Phyllis said. "Yeah, but those are two boys. My son is wearing my clothes and was being made love to by your son. How do I tell Joe?" I said as I buried my head into my hands. "Judy, I know it was a shock, this is a situation that we must all be calm, patient, coherent and collective. Carroll is beautiful. She looks just like you. Carroll needs to find herself, as we all had to do. I think you should get her cleaned up and present her to Joe. Perhaps give her a taste of what it's like to be a woman. Don't treat her as a girl but as a young woman. Why don't you have Carroll work with you at the office after school? Alex normally has to help at my parent's hardware store, so that will keep him busy." Phyllis said after pouring us both some coffee. As I drank the coffee, I mulled over what Phyllis said. That would possibly work. Perhaps, if Carroll were treated as a woman, she might revert to my loving son. No matter what the outcome, Carroll was my child and I loved Carroll. "Will you help me? I'll arrange it with the school and if she is serious about her status, I know my boss, Dr. Terris, will help her too." "Sure, I'll help and I think she is more serious than we might think." Phyllis said as she took my hand into hers to reassure me. "Carroll, please come into the kitchen." I yelled. I heard the soft, short footsteps falling upon the rug and then the familiar sounds that high heels make on the hardwood floors. My Lord, her footsteps sounded so soft and feminine, I thought. Carroll entered the room and stood in the doorway nervously. "Sweetheart, pour yourself a cup of coffee, or get a cola, and join us please." I said. Phyllis and I watched Carroll closely as she walked to where the coffeepot was, pouring the hot liquid into a cup and came to the table. She placed the cup down on the table, withdrew the chair and sat making sure her skirt was tucked under her. She then placed her hands into her lap. By every action I saw, it was me or should I say it was a woman and not a faux woman or gay impersonator. Oh Lord, I have a third daughter! "Carroll, before I have words with your father, I need some answers. Okay?" Carroll nodded her head to signify yes. "If given the chance to be a woman would you? That means not sexually but dress, school, home, work and family responsibilities." I asked. "Oh yesssss, mother. I would even have the surgery to fulfill my dream today. Work? Yes if I had a job." Carroll said excitedly. "How do you feel the kids in school will react to you?" "Mother I have been going through hell for years at home and school. I've always felt I was a girl and never a boy. When you dressed up my sisters, I always wished I were included. Do you remember when I was six? I was at home due to a very bad cold and fever. I asked if nature ever made mistakes when making boys and girls. You said it was possible. Well mother, I am that mistake. I wanted dolls instead of trucks. I wanted dresses instead of suits. I wanted to be pretty. I wanted my hair styled and set. I wanted everything feminine! I would rather die then to be a boy! I have even thought heavily of that alternative." Carroll said through her tears. I was once again in shock to Carroll's words. My child confessed she would rather commit suicide then to remain male! Why didn't I watch my children closer as they grew? How do I protect my child? What were the warning signs? Carroll is a she and not a he. She is transgendered! This was the happiest I had seen Carroll in such a long time. She was at peace with herself, happy and confident, as a young woman should be at her age. I could not let her suffer as she had been doing. "Okay, here are the rules dear. You will be reregistered at school, after you see Dr. Terris, as a girl. No boys in the house, not even Alex unless an adult is present. Curfew is at 10pm on weekdays and midnight on Friday and Saturday nights. You are to tell us where you are going and with whom. No single dates and no car dates. You will maintain your grades in school, and work with me in the office after school. The school will be advised that you have a job in my office with me. You will wear proper business attire at school and the office that includes suits, hose and heels. You will be feminine at all times! You will help me with all household chores including cooking, cleaning, laundry, and shopping. You may dress casually while at home. Above all, you will abstain from all sexual activity. You will conduct yourself as a young woman at all times. You will also address Phyllis and George as Mother Phyllis and Father George. Are we clear on all items?" "But Alex?" "No buts, do you agree?" "Yes mother, I do." "Okay dear. I want you to go cleanup yourself by taking a bath in my bedroom. Place the suit you're wearing into the dry cleaning bag and your undergarments into the laundry. Call me when you're ready to get dressed. By the way, you look beautiful. Your hair, makeup, clothes and mannerisms are perfect." I said as I kissed Carroll on her cheek. She quickly exited the room going to my room to do as she was told. I smiled at Phyllis but I was still confused. Did I do the right thing for Carroll? I had to call Dr. Terris. "That was the hardest thing I have ever done, Phyllis. I feel as if I killed my son. I have to call Dr. Terris and I still have to tell Joe. I'm so drained of all my emotions. I almost lost it when I saw it was Carroll with Alex. I had to remain calm but now I just don't know if this is the right thing I did." "Hon, What could you do, rant and rave like an unstable woman? What you did was legitimate in my eyes. Otherwise you might have had a dead child on your conscience. I have to go and deal with Alex and George yet. Oh fun times are coming. I have to tell George and our parents just as you have to do. Oh Lord, in-laws!" "Thanks! I'll be an in-law if our kids do what they're planning. Sure, and I have two daughters to tell yet along with everything else." "Sorry but you're more like a sister." "Now that's a complement I can handle." Phyllis and I spoke more until Carroll yelled to me that she was ready. Phyllis and I hugged as she left to attend to the matters at her house. I slowly walked to Joe and my room to be greeted by Carroll wrapped in a towel around her body and one wrapped around her hair. It was then that I noticed the two outlined bumps on her chest. She also had a small waist, large hips and the rounded butt of a young woman. Her legs were gorgeous as she stood waiting. I was speechless as I surveyed her covered body. OhMyGod! Carroll was more a woman than I imagined, unless the towel was a deception. I think she is very serious about being a woman, my intuition screamed at me. I went and retrieved the necessary lingerie for my daughter from my dresser. "Okay dear, drop the towel." I said as I handed her a pair of black high cut satin panties. When the towel fell I almost fainted. Carroll did have breasts and an hourglass figure just as the towel suggested. No wonder she wore my bras, as her breasts were as large as mine and I wear a 36C. I handed her a black strapless bra and half-slip after putting the other bra I held, back into the drawer. I gave her a black lace garter belt and black stockings that she put on like any normal experienced woman would. I couldn't believe the size of her almost nonexistent penis or the soft and silky smooth skin. Her pubic hair was trimmed and looked like mine. I saw no hair anywhere on her body that didn't belong. I located my favorite black patent strap sandals with a three-inch spike heel. She had those on very quickly after attaching the ankle straps. She gracefully moved and walked easily in the shoes about the room. Where was I when all these changes occurred? How did she manage to hide all the changes to her body? How did she change her body? My son is no longer. He is and will forever be a she. I was close to crying that I really had lost my loving son for good. I had the denial, I had the sense of loss and now I have acceptance, the acceptance of my daughter. I had her sit at my makeup table and watched as she applied the very same makeup that I used only for the evening. Her eyebrows are thinned, formed and arched! When? I only had to correct her once when she almost applied too much blusher. I was amazed as Carroll began to look as I did when I was a teenager. I needed to remain calm although my heart was beating very fast by all of these surprises. I went to my closet and selected her dress for the evening as she did her hair in a very elegant braid. I handed her the black sleek sleeveless dress. The dress accentuated her breasts, waist and womanly hips as the zipper closed her inside the soft, luxurious fabric. The hem was where I wore it, at three inches above the knee. There was no doubt as to her womanly attributes as she stood proudly before me smiling. I gave her my matching gold and black onyx jewelry. I watched as she placed the heavy leaf shaped earrings into the holes in her ears. When did she pierce her ears? She placed the necklace around her neck and adjusted the pendant that hung one inch above her cleavage. If you saw her pendant, you saw her cleavage. Your eyes were brought directly there to that area. I handed her a gold serpentine anklet that she placed onto her femininely sculpted ankle. I noticed that she had long delicate fingers and dainty hands. Her fingers were perfectly manicured with her nails extending a quarter of an inch past her fingertips with perfectly polished nails in a deep reddish burgundy. I then noticed her pedicured toes also matched. How could I have missed those long nails? Fingernails polished and manicured? The polished toes? Were those fingernails her own? I went to my closet and brought her my favorite beaded shoulder wrap, black opera length gloves and my beaded evening bag. She did her lips with a lipstick that matched her polish. Then she placed my gold watch onto her wrist that I handed her. I gave her two antique gold, diamond and onyx rings for each hand. Her father and my husband gave those rings to me. I helped her to put on the gloves drawing them past her elbow and placed a matching bracelet onto her wrist. She placed her wrap around her shoulders and took the purse I gave her. I stood back to look at her. She was perfect as she stood before me. This was how all my girls should look, I thought smiling at Carroll. Inwardly I wondered where I had been during all her changes. I saw the pride in her eyes as she checked herself once more in the mirror. Her body screamed woman as I saw her reflection. Her breasts heaved with every breath of life. There was no doubt that she was indeed a woman and had a woman's soul. "Go wait in the family room for me. I need to get ready too." I said as she hugged me to her. Carroll had left my bedroom sprightly and I went into the bath grabbing the phone on the way in. I started the water running and dialed Joe's office number. I dreaded this phone call I was making to him. Within seconds, I heard his voice. I was mortified in telling him what I had walked into. He was strangely silent as I described Carroll and Alex's reactions to the questioning both Phyllis and I had done as well as Carroll's new emplacement in our household and her rules she was to obey. "I'll leave for home right now. My son's a faggot? I'll beat it out of him!" He said angrily. I told him no, that I would handle the situation as beating our child was not the way to handle the matter. I explained that Carroll was not gay, but transgendered. I explained what Carroll's body looked like when I saw it. Joe was silent. I told him further that I had decided to call our parents to meet us at our favorite Italian restaurant, Martini's. We all needed to talk to find a solution without any arguing. Joe agreed with my idea and suggested that Alex, Phyllis and George join us. I couldn't believe he was being rational as we spoke. He kept his hot-blooded, Sicilian temper in check. This was the man I loved and married. We said our good-bys and sent our love to each other. The next calls were to Phyllis and our parents. Phyllis had called George and received the same reaction as I received from Joe. George normally remained calm in any situation but this time he was angry. He was angry with himself for not making sure his son remained a man. I told her how sagacious Joe had become when I told him I was calling a family meeting at Martini's. It suddenly occurred to us both that we should have both families there. After all, the entire situation affected both families' futures. My next telephone calls were to my mother and mother-in-law on three way calling. I explained we needed a family conference without getting into all the details. They weren't happy, but said they would all be at the restaurant. My next call was to my boss, Dr. Margie Terris. She heard the strained nature in my voice and began pressing me to tell her all. She listened and I cried as I told her everything about my son that was now my daughter. I was asked to bring Carroll to the office on Saturday for a complete physical. I was told to be at the office at 1 pm, as no one would be there except us. Martini's restaurant was the last call I made. I placed the reservation and asked us to be situated in an area as private as possible. I was assured they had several rooms available that were indeed private for a party of our size. Between the bath and getting all the arrangements made, I was able to eliminate some of the tension I had. I was still somewhat apprehensive when Joe came home. I had to be dressed and ready to keep him separated from Carroll until we left for the restaurant. I was dressed and totally ready an hour before Joe would be home. I went to my daughter waiting in the family room. "Oh mother, you look beautiful." Carroll said as I waked into the room. I wore almost the exact same dress, as Carroll except my dress was heavily glass beaded and three quartered sleeves with matching beaded four-inch pumps. This brought a smile to my face as I gazed at my gorgeous daughter. It wasn't hard to think of Carroll as my daughter and not of my son dressed as she was. As I had said before, my son was gone forever at Carroll's hand. I had to celebrate her birth and mourn my son's death. Was I sad? What mother wouldn't be? I was sad that my husband's family name of Florentino would not be passed on. I was sad that there was going to be sorrow and quite possibly anger tonight. I was sad our two other daughters might not accept Carroll as she is. "You can borrow it sometime. Carroll, we need to be honest with each other. Remember I saw your naked body? Just how... did you hide it from us? From me? How was it possible? I saw you everyday." "Mother, it wasn't easy at times. I always have worn baggy clothes and I learned to hide my breasts somewhat. I always prayed you wouldn't notice the bulges on my chest, my waist or my hips. In gym, we always wore our own clothes. I'm positive the teachers knew. At home, Patty was the first to notice the changes. We seemed to get closer when I told her everything. Next Lisa saw a difference in my moods, which she told Patty about. It was history after that. We decided that we had to maintain our normal sibling rivalry as to not make you and daddy suspicious. We did things later as sisters do, including dating and sharing clothes." Carroll said. "Dating, Sharing clothes? Okay, but the breasts, waist, hips and skin?" I said amazed to her candor as she continued. "I was walking from school when I saw the pharmacist at the clinic carry out a large box. I was I think thirteen years old at the time. I thought the box might contain chemicals I would be able to use in my garage lab. This clinic was a prime source for some of my chemicals like ether and other chemicals. Since the dumpster was full, the large box was placed on the lid. "I took the entire large box and the prized contents home. I began to unpack the contents. On seeing boxes of vials of estradiol in an oil suspension, boxes of packaged birth control pills and contraceptive products, I felt my dream was near. The shelf lives of all the products were several years away so I began to write down the various names that were on the packages and stored them away until I found out more information. "For the next few weeks, I did the research here at home and on the Internet at the library. I used the Physician's Desk Reference and Pharmacopoeia. I had learned much as how to concoct my own hormone cocktails and the variations that are used for transsexuals. I had even managed to get the syringes legally through the mail, which you might have signed for. "I found the dosages and had all the meds I needed to complete my transformation. I was prepared to accept my womanhood with open arms. I found out that since I had not yet experienced male puberty that I would experience female puberty. This overjoyed me until my body started to change. I continually worried that you or mother Phyllis would notice these changes. Patty and Lisa were the first as I said." Four years it had been since my son died and my daughter was born. FOUR YEARS! I was angered that Carroll had not disclosed her true feelings, and what she had been doing. I felt deprived in not seeing my daughter flowering. I was angered at the deceptions. I was angered that Joe and I sent our kids away to school to keep peace. I heard the garage door open with heavy footsteps following. I ran to greet my husband before he saw and met our new daughter. I kissed him first and said, "Darling I laid out your suit and everything else you need. Take a hot shower and relax. I love you, dear." "Lord, you look beautiful. Let's go to bed. That will relax the both of us." Joe said wrapping me into his arms. I felt safe and recharged as he kissed me. I had to pull away as he was making a shambles of me. "Get going. We have to meet everyone at Martini's in two hours." "Sorry, I forgot about the other matter after seeing you. Are you okay?" "Sure, as well as could be expected. Now get going! We'll all talk later after you've bathed and changed." I smiled as he lightened his steps walking to our bedroom. For the briefest moment he peered into the family room and continued on his way shaking his head. I went back and motioned Carroll to come with me. Once again, I heard her very feminine steps following me to the kitchen. I compared her steps to the steps of my other daughters and myself. Those steps were so light and airy, similar to professional dancers. In fact, Carroll had the lithe body to be a dancer. We sat at the kitchen table while we waited for Joe. We sipped our coffee in silence as I thought of what was to come at the restaurant. My thoughts were interrupted by the Telephone. It was Phyllis calling. "Good you're alive! I saw Joe's face as he put the car away." "I can't really talk." I said. "Carroll is there, huh?" "Yep. And all ears too." "I called to let you know that George has arranged vehicle transportation for everyone. We're all going in the same car. After dinner, he managed to make reservations at the comedy club to see the show." "I don't know about the show but the cars are okay," I whispered. "I already called your moms and told them. Wow, was everyone angry but I managed to calm everyone down." I stretched the phone cord into the dining room out of the earshot of Carroll saying, "Phyllis I almost choked when I saw the towel around Carroll. I thought I saw boobs. I died when she dropped the towel. She did have boobs, no waist, wide hips and a very round butt. She was the carbon copy of me when I was her age. She even has my breast size! Her penis is almost gone!" "Hhow? Wwhhen?" she stuttered. "The past four years with hormones." "Crap! How are you going to tell the Italian Stallion?" "Very carefully, he's in the shower now." "Good luck Hon. Should I call the mortuary now?" "Only when you hear my screams. Oh, oh, here he comes now. If we live I'll see you later." I said as I went back to the kitchen and hung up the phone. "Okay where are you two?" Joe shouted. "In the kitchen dear." I purred as I went back to my chair quickly. I heard his heavy exaggerated footsteps of feigned anger as he came closer. When Joe was angry he always walked heavy. Carroll started to shake until I took her hand into mine to calm her fears. Joe could be very intimidating in his voice and manner. I watched as he entered the doorway seeing the both of us seated. His eyes went wide with astonishment and then narrowed taking all of Carroll carefully into his eyes. "Carroll, please stand." Carroll stood up very slowly still holding my hand. "Release your mother's hand and please turn around slowly." I thought Carroll was going to faint from fright as she did as her father said. "Please walk to the back door and then to me." As Carroll walked, I heard Joe say 'Mama Mia and a Ma'ronne'. That could be bad or it could be a good sign. "You know Judy, she has your mesmerizing walk. Carroll could be your teenage twin." I guess we live! I was frightened Joe would lose it. I still haven't told him everything yet. Maybe I should call that mortuary? "Carroll, why? And with Alex?" Joe asked softly. Carroll almost lost it and was near to crying as she explained to her father what she told me. I had to interject things as she told her story. I saw Joe's face soften from the hardness it had when he entered the kitchen. I saw the concern and the tears when Carroll stressed the word suicide. Joe softened more to his new daughter. We wouldn't need that mortician after all I thought. "Carroll please step in front of me. Don't be afraid, girl." Girl? Now I knew all was going to be fine. Carroll stopped a few inches from Joe and took her hand into his. "Carroll, you have no idea how angry I was when your mother called. When I saw you, I was, to be honest, in a traumatic effect. I assume those are real?" Joe said pointing to Carroll's breasts and looking at me. I nodded yes to him. "Are you a stupid, a chooch, to do that to your body? Sweetheart it's your body now for all your life now. Oh well, it's done now, no use getting excited." Joe pulled Carroll closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I saw that the fear Carroll had was gone as Joe held our daughter to him. "C'mon sweetie, let's go fix our makeup. Let daddy get something to drink that's preferably non alcoholic." I said giving him a wink as I took Carroll's hand. Entering the bedroom, Carroll sat at my makeup table and removed the makeup she had on and reapplied it. This time she impressed me further in her expertise of the art. "Mother, it's not over yet is it?" How could I lie? "Not at all dear. All the grandparents will be at the restaurant. So you better be as feminine as possible. The magnifying glasses will be out watching your every move." Carroll was close to tears again. I had to reassure her that all would be well as I hugged her. Her father and I would be there for her protection. "Do they know what Alex... and I did?" "They will know after they see you. As for your sexual romp, no. I wasn't going to tell them about that, unless you want me to do so." 'Ah... I don't think so, not unless there's an ambulance outside to take me to the hospital." Carroll said smiling. She even had my smile and humor, I thought as I packed a small makeup kit to take with us. We went back to the kitchen laughing and giggling all the way. "Phyllis called and said the car was here. What car?" I told Joe about the car, he agreed that that was best, as the parking was bad in that area of the city. I didn't say anything about the comedy club. Joe took our arms after we picked up our purses from the table. He gently steered us to the front door and out. George had shocked us all by hiring a limousine for the night. I saw the look of disbelief on George's face as he saw Carroll. Alex wore the biggest smile I had ever seen him have. Gradually George began to smile as we came closer to him and Alex. "I take it this is the Carroll that I am to meet tonight?" "Yes George, and our new daughter," I said. "She does take after you Judy, and not at all like that ape next to you," George said smiling after hugging us all. We quickly entered the very large limousine. Phyllis and I watched closely as Carroll entered the vehicle, as a young lady should by not giving a thrill to anyone watching her. We were once again impressed. Alex sat next to Carroll in the main back seat. Joe sat next to me on the right side seat, while George and Phyllis sat together on the left and across from us. The silence was stifling as we rode. It was as if no one wanted to offend anyone else. "Father George, thank you for the car tonight." Carroll said sweetly. "Carroll, you are welcome. I have to say I was amazed into this transformation from caterpillar to butterfly by you. I was not pleased as to how it had happened that we found out. We would have preferred that you both would have spoken to us as the young adults you are. The both of you have always been close to each other but today you took that closeness to new heights in the sharing of your bodies. Whether it was love or lust, it was still an unacceptable action of today's mores. We weren't pleased but we respect your wishes to be fulfilled. Alex was told about your new rules and we agree, as his are similar." "Dad, please we've heard it all this after..." "Alex, this is nothing compared to what all the grandparents will say. This will be beyond their comprehension as to the gender games and the sexual escapades." Joe said softly. "Look, we're almost there. We know the kids did wrong and they know it. We have to support them both without scaring the hell out of them. They made their own choices. They are both beautifully dressed and mannered, which will please them all," I said calmly. "And they make a cute couple too," Phyllis said giggling. The ice was broken as we manage to speak of other matters as the car arrived at the restaurant. As I got out of the car, I saw two other identical limousines parked nearby. I knew they were all here and waiting. I noticed how we all became nervous together. Ah, nothing like group fear to make you all become closer together. We entered the restaurant and identified our party. We were led to the private room. I now thought that I knew what a condemned prisoner feels when escorted to his or her death. I felt fear, much fear! Bowel cramping fear! Menstrual cramping fear! It wasn't even my time of the month yet. My mother was one not hold her thoughts in. She was very vocal, much to the embarrassment of my father. Phyllis's mother was just as bad. I have to say that our fathers were the stabilizing factors as we matured. Our husbands' fathers were like our mothers while their mothers were very passive. They were the exact opposites. Phyllis, Carroll and I entered the room first followed by the guys. I felt all eyes on us as we sat down at the table. We all felt the cold distant stares that made me shiver. I saw the women's eyes go into slits and the men's eyes widen. I saw the women's eyes all stare in wonderment or incredulity as they stared at Carroll's breast formed cleavage. "Carroll, I must say you look like your mother once did dear," my mother, Jean said. "She's adorable, just not what I expected at all," Joe's mother Maria said. "I agree Maria, totally. Judith, would you, Carroll, and Maria join me in the powder room," Jean asked or rather commanded. I stood just as all the ladies at the table stood en masse. That powder room was going to be very crowded I thought. We all walked together, but Phyllis and I held firmly onto Carroll, as I feared she was about to run for her life. I saw that wide-eyed frightened look before and I was not about to let my daughter enter the she-devils den without me. The inquisition started as soon as we entered through the door and it closed. We were encircled by them as the door was locked and blocked. We were stuck in this bastion of femininity! They made the challenge and I accepted it showing my fangs, claws and dripping venom to protect my young daughter. Phyllis and I protected Carroll from all their bitchiness. I was proud of my daughter as she too defended herself from the thundering fierce gathering of all those women. We made them all cringe in fear and made them count their blessings that they were born the way they were. They each heard of the turmoil and strife that Carroll had all her life and the depression she suffered. When the word suicide was mentioned they recoiled, cried and held Carroll to accept her gladly as one of them. A major battle was fought in that powder room and Carroll became the victor. We all repaired our makeup and left to enjoy our meal, and to accept the lives that our children had chose for themselves. I found out later that the same thing also happened in the private dining room. A few times, they were all close to blows, until Joe showed just how forceful he could be. He made them all realize what was happening. He told the men also about the talk of suicide. It made them all stop to think. He reminded them of the story of the Montagues and the Capulets of Romeo and Juliette by William Shakespeare. They all accepted our children but warned them of the rocky road ahead. They warned that society was not as accepting as they were. Due to the busy day ahead of us, we decided to forego the comedy club and return home after Martini's. We were all emotionally drained. As we prepared for bed I gave Carroll a nightgown, robe and slippers along with all the love I had in me. I also had her move into Patty's room. Joe likewise did the same in showing his love by going to her room and kissing her goodnight. The following day Joe and George went to play golf while I took Carroll to the doctor. Dr. Terris had given Carroll a clean bill of health and wrote out a letter to the school and our attorney advising them of her new status. She was given her own scripts to maintain her femininity. Carroll also made the obligatory donation to the vampires so that her hormones could be checked. As blood was being drawn, Dr. Terris offered Carroll a part time receptionist position that was accepted immediately. I was so proud of her during the visit to the doctor that we went shopping afterward. When we came home, I called Patty and Lisa. I told them everything over the speakerphone. I spared no details to her sisters. Patty's only question was if she enjoyed her love fest. I watched as Carroll blushed, matching the pink color of her jeans and high heels she wore, which were mine. I sensed that Carroll wanted to speak to the both of them alone. While Carroll spoke to them, the doorbell rang at the back door. I saw it was Alex and Phyllis and let them in. I told Alex that Carroll was on the phone with her sisters and to go talk to them. Damn that kid was fast! Phyllis and I sat in the kitchen and talked. I told her about the doctor and the notes. I also spoke of the brief shopping trip to get Carroll some nightwear. Phyllis looked a bit disappointed that she wasn't invited. I explained it was a spur of the moment thing, which she understood. I promised her we would all go shopping very soon, as Carroll needed a new wardrobe for school, work and leisure. Phyllis's eyes glazed over at the word shopping. As we spoke, Alex and Carroll came into the kitchen holding hands. Phyllis and I noticed the smeared lipstick and said nothing until Carroll went to the refrigerator to get sodas and bent over. I saw that Alex was watching her butt closely. "No more of that sweetie. You had your last for a very long time yesterday." I said. Phyllis laughed hysterically but I embarrassed the poor kid. I mercifully got up and gave him a kiss, and a warm smile to let him know I was kidding. He was always a part of our family and loved by us all. "Mother did you know that all your daughters now have boyfriends?" Carroll said nonchalantly. I was taken aback by what Carroll said. I was informed that their boyfriends lived here in town. I thanked Joe silently for sending Patty and Lisa to that private school. Being the mother of teenagers, I was always on the edge. All I needed now was to hear the famous words: "I'm pregnant mom." I wonder if suicide is truly painless! We all had been talking about the day so far when the phone rang. It was Dr. Terris asking to come over with her boyfriend. All she said is they had a surprise for Carroll. When the doorbell rang, I asked Alex to answer it, as I just made more coffee while Phyllis and Carroll prepared snacks for our guests. I heard Dr. Terris's voice and Alex's as they came into the kitchen. I was amazed as Dr. Terris kissed us all telling us to call her Margie. She then introduced her gorgeous hunk of a boyfriend, Dr. Samuel Shapiro, Sam or Sammy for short. The man was a god at over six foot, tanned and athletic. Margie was six inches shorter at five foot six very well proportioned, tan and athletic. We thought that they made a very cute couple. However, a gynecologist and a Plastic Surgeon? Oh hell, why not! "So this is our chemist? Damn, that must have been one hell of a cocktail or good genes." Sam said after being introduced to Carroll. "Down boy, you're with me now. She's spoken for and also jailbait." Margie said jokingly. "I was only kidding dear." He said as he bent to kiss her. I had worked for this woman for over a year. This was the first time I was allowed to be close to her. We had always been very professional in the office. She was always cold to the staff. This was another facet to this complex woman, I had never fully seen. This was a very welcomed scene. "Sammy and I spoke after you left the office. Carroll will be at odds with the school if she has gym, swim or wishes to use the washrooms or showers, no matter how many notes she has." "There is a technique sometimes used to create an illusion of the right equipment. There is no surgery involved except for a few sutures. I've heard, very little pain also. Margie told me you discussed surgery but this is an alternative until she is eighteen." I thought of what they said. "She can't have intercourse?" "Sorry sweetie, but no Judy. It is an illusion." "When can it be done and where?" I asked. "Right here and now. We brought everything we'll need." Sam said. "Carroll?" "Yes mother, they are right. The rumor will go out through the school and all over town, I was always a girl. That will be hilarious!" "Margie will prep Carroll and assist me after you sign the consent forms." San said. If Joe finds out I'll never hear the end of it. Shit, I'll be dead! "I want a promise from all of you right now. What is going to be done will never be discussed or disclosed to anyone. Does everyone promise?" They all agreed to what I asked. I wondered if the doctors could suture mouths too. Margie took Carroll up to her room as I signed the forms. "Sam what is your fee for this procedure?" I asked. "I already received payment from Margie. We're engaged to be married. Finally, after three very long years. As for the reasons, she said for you to ask her later." We all congratulated him before he went to Carroll. Phyllis, Alex and I waited and waited. In the meantime, Joe and George returned from the golf course in a very happy mood. It just had to be then that Margie and Sam came from Carroll and Patty's room. "That bedroom is gorgeous. Just what I want for our girls' room." Margie said. I introduced Sam and Margie to George and Joe. "Is Carroll sick?" Joe asked concerned. I jumped into the fray by saying, "Ah... Sweetheart, lover..." "Okay spit it out. You're hiding something. What now?" Joe said impatiently. I told him of the procedure and what was done to help Carroll and the reasons it was done. "It's logical, but we still have to pay your fee." "Okay two rounds of golf, eighteen holes." Sam said. "George, I like this man already. We now have a threesome, finally." "The men then went into the garage and left Phyllis, Margie, Alex and myself. Margie asked for a cola as she sat down at the table. "Is Carroll okay?" I asked as I retrieved a cola for Margie. "Sure, she'll be down soon. We had her put on a nightgown after we finished. Here's what has to be done for the next twenty-four hours. No tight slacks, baths and cotton panties only, that I noticed she didn't have. Use what she has and get cotton panties tomorrow." "Margie, why no fee from us?" "There was another little boy that also suffered greatly. That boy did the same thing Carroll did to her body in some respects. Her parents were not as kind and understanding as you have been. They threw her into the street and disowned her. Her father had anally raped her earlier as her mother watched laughing. As she left through the door, they both called her all types of derogatory names from faggot to queer to fruit. "She lived on the streets until an aunt, her fathers' sister, found her. With the encouragement of her loving aunt, she went back to school, excelled, and had her surgery. That girl became the woman I am now and through Carroll's love and courage, I told Sam about my sordid past. "I finally found out what love is about because of all of you. This was our little way of saying thank you." That was a revelation that was unexpected by us. Now I knew why she seemed cold and distant. Margie was afraid of people and to make friends, She was afraid of what people would think of her and her secret. I thought of the cruelty of her own parents and the love of her aunt and Sam. Carroll was in a different type of situation. Sure there was deceit on our children's part, but at least we did not do what Margie's parents did. I could not live with myself if I had. She, as all our children, is loved and will always be loved. If anyone interferes with my daughter's life, their ass would be mine. It was fortunate that I had given her name at birth that could be either male or female. Carroll came into the kitchen, as we were all talking followed by the men. Phyllis called Carroll to her and whispered something in her ear. I saw Carroll blush closing and tying her robe really fast. Phyllis later told me that she told Carroll she could see everything, which included her new mantrap. I had to laugh because I had just bought Carroll those babydolls today. I hadn't realized how sheer it was or the view it could give a hormone heavy teenager boy. Oh well, moms can make mistakes too. In the days to come, Carroll and I bonded as mother and daughter. I had noticed that Joe too had accepted her new status in so many more ways by his complements. Joe and I became closer too in many, many ways. Oh Yeah! On Sunday both families went to church, not an eyebrow was raised as the whole congregation saw Alex and Carroll walking together holding hands. After the services I was taken aside by our minister's wife. All she said it was about time Carroll was to be herself and she was welcome. We all went home changed our clothes and had a family Bar B Que. All three of the guys cooked the main course while we girls made the vegetables and salads. It seemed to Phyllis and I that the kids were acting as if they were married couple. When we told our husbands, they both disagreed with us. They said it was our imagination and we were seeing things. We'll see! Are chastity belts still being made? At least Carroll won't come to me and say those famous last words, "Mom I'm pregnant." After we ate, we girls went on a shopping spree for Carroll with Alex in tow. Alex regretted he came with us. He saw the packages of clothes: lingerie, accessories and shoes grow and grow in his tiring arms. Several times, he was sent back to the cars putting the packages into them. He didn't complain once, but Joe and George sure did when we got home. Monday was a treat. We went to the attorney's office. Carroll wore a gray business suit of mine with a red silk blouse and gray pumps. She really looked like a businesswoman and made many men stare at her loveliness. We then went to a judge's chambers for the legal paperwork to change Carroll's sex. I felt her humiliation as she was led to the powder room with a matron. When she returned the matron told the judge that Carroll was all girl. I saw her smile for the first time that day as the judge signed the legal order to change all documents to her sex. Our next stop was the school. As we entered through the doors, I saw many of the students that knew Carroll smile and show their approval as to the way she was dressed. At first, Carroll was nervous but I calmed her down. We were well received in the school's office until the principal came and took us into his office. He was a pure redneck! I handed him the paperwork from the court and Dr. Terris. He studied it all and seemed to suck the life from the words on the paper. I saw his eyebrows squirm together with a multitude of facial contortions. "Mrs. Florentino, these papers are useless, as I run this school, and no one else. I will however have the school nurse and one of the office ladies clarify Carroll's status." "Dr. Busby, this is not a matter of what you want. This is what the court says you will do. My daughter will be allowed back into her classes as the sex she is. Her sex was verified by the court prior to us coming here. She has all the rights to an education as any other student." "That is true. However, Carroll will comply with whatever I deem as to the student's status." "Sorry, apparently you are not comprehending what a court order is. What you are saying is a clear case of bias toward my child, and calling the court, her doctors and I liars. Carroll will do as you ordered but she and I will expect apologies upon the completion." I was angered that this pompous pig had the audacity to speak to me such as he did. He violated a court order! I had to keep my anger in control for Carroll's sake. I had no intentions to make her life difficult by this man's hands. He seemed to be not only a control freak but vindictive in nature. This was a very dangerous personality trait. "We shall see, Mrs. Florentino, please step out to the main office while I contact the nurse." I saw that Carroll was close to losing her composure. She had tears in her eyes as we sat down into the chairs to await the nurse. I took out the cell phone and called Phyllis. I told her what we had just gone through and our mental states. I asked her to telephone Judge Thorsen, Joe, and our mothers and inform them as to our situation. Looking around the office as I spoke I could see there was a general distaste as to what Dr. Busby had done and was about to do. Lorna one of the secretaries had a look of shock. I had known Lorna for years we both had been friends until our subsequent marriages and the births of our children. "Why didn't you telephone me first? He has no right to do this to Carroll," Lorna interrupted while I was on the Cell Phone. I quickly finished the conversation with Phyllis and said to Lorna, "Well he did! Phyllis is calling Judge Thorsen, Joe, and our mothers." "Good, but Busby has ignored court interference before. He's even ignored the school board directives." Lorna said "Lorna, we don't want to cause any problems. All we want is to have Carroll attend school and finish her education. This man is the one causing the problems," I said as I pointed to the principal's office. "Carroll does look lovely in that suit. It is such a change from those terrible baggy clothes she used to wear. She has a lovely figure and needs to show her attributes off to everyone. Her hair and manicure are great! She has a lovely mother and she too is lovely." Lorna said. We spoke for several minutes until Mrs. Smythe, the school nurse came. She smiled at us and asked for a volunteer from the office staff to witness what Dr. Busby had ordered. I demanded to be present too. Lorna was chosen as the impartial witness. As we walked through the halls, I noticed there were no students anywhere. I assumed that they were all in their classes. I was later informed that the students were indeed in their classes and if caught out of class they received twenty hours of detention. Ridiculous! This was not a prison! These were all young human beings here to learn. I was still angry as we entered the offices of the School Nurse. The door was locked to avoid anyone entering. "Carroll honey, please remove your clothes for us," Mrs. Smythe said softly and compassionately. Silently my child disrobed before us to just her bra, panties, stockings and high heels. "Honey, please lower your panties and remove your bra." I heard the intake of breath from Mrs. Smythe as Carroll removed her bra and released her breasts. When Carroll lowered her panties, all I heard was. "Uh oh." and Oh, Shit. Someone made a very big mistake." from both Lorna and Mrs. Smythe. The looks on their faces were priceless. I had wished that I had a camera. Okay so this charade was devious. I could have told the truth about Carroll but after all the bullshit with Busby, I wasn't about to say a word. I was still honked and I wanted his ass. "It appears that a mistake was made about Carroll's sex. Oh honey, we are so sorry to have put you through this. Busby will be pissed!" Lorna said as she gave Carroll a hug and laughed at Busby's possible reaction. "I assume she's had an internal exam?" Mrs. Smythe asked coldly. "Oh yes by Dr. Terris on Saturday. And a Pap Smear." I sweetly said, but inside I didn't want to get Margie involved. "Well then, she's a girl and has always been a girl." Mrs. Smythe said smiling. I saw Carroll's eyes light up after I had told that little white lie. Little lie? Hell that was a whopper. See what having kids do to you! Anyway for some reason, I didn't care for this woman. She wasn't like any of us at all. She came off cold and uncaring, with a lack of womanly emotions. I wouldn't say this to anyone but it was as if she had an enema bag douche nozzle stuck up her ass. Lorna and I helped Carroll get dressed while the stone cold bitch went to her boss and made her report. "Look, I don't know how you two did this and I don't care. I remember when you had Carroll. I just want to see that pompous bastard get his. He has made our lives a living hell here. Dr. Forester, our former boss was fired because of him and nurse bitch that you met," she said very softly in a barely audible voice. "Look Lorna, meet us at our house later. Please look after Carroll while she is here." I said whispering "That's a promise to you both that I will, and so will all the office ladies." Lorna said also whispering and giving us a warm hug. We had Carroll dressed and walked back to the office. Lorna assumed the manner of the typical school office secretary, hurried. We assumed our chairs we had sat in previously when my cell phone rang. It was the Judge Thorsen calling. "I understand that Dr. Busby has ignored the court order I signed in my chambers. Is that correct?" "Yes your honor, he has and has humiliated my child further by having her undress for the school nurse and a witness." "I see. Do you wish to seek legal counsel to initiate a lawsuit against the school district?" "Sir there is something out of the ordinary happening here. I feel that a legal action would only be hurting the schools and the students. This place is worse than a prison. Everyone seems to be afraid of this dictator," I said softly. "It's that bad?" "Yes sir. I have several ideas that might eliminate this problem." We decided to meet at our house with Lorna and the kids later. Maybe we could do something. "Mrs. Florentino, here is Carroll's admittance slip to return to classes. Carroll, we transferred you to Girls' Gym, Home Economics and Office Technology. Your first class begins at 7 am and your last period ends at 11:05 am, Sweetie," Lorna said with a wink and handing the paper to Carroll. I saw Carroll smile as she took the paper. I told Lorna to be at our house after school and she agreed by nodding her head in acceptance. I quickly left the school and went to the safety of our home. The atmosphere of that school disturbed me. I heard the kitchen door open and the familiar sounds of Phyllis's feet hitting the tiled floor. "Depressing wasn't it?" she asked as we both made the coffee. I told her of how the principal and his bitchy nurse treated us. I told her of what Lorna and the Judge had said. I was pissed and I wanted revenge at any cost. No child of mine was going to be treated as Carroll was. I understood why the Judge did what he did. However, that asshole principal? Never! I grew madder as we spoke. I did something that I swore I would never do. I called