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When It Hits The Fan! By: Lorraine B. (c) 2003 All Rights Reserved I had just finished packing the Class A Motorhome that I was to take on my vacation. I decided on an extended vacation after being forced to do so by my partner that was also my sister in our business. Checking over the fishing gear, I planned on hitting the lake and eventually to drop the proverbial line into it. We, my sister and I, owned two ladies apparel shops and a clothing factory and it seemed that I was always in the stores. All I wanted to do was to see our business succeed, and it has been thus far. I know that the first thing crossing your minds is that I'm kind of kinky, well maybe, but who doesn't have a quirk or two in them. Granted that I have crossed dressed for a time, at school, parties, Halloween and in my younger years but that was where I drew the line, although it isn't too straight of a line. Okay, I have had Bisexual relationships in my past and sexually I am passive. Even though currently I am almost in my mid twenties, five foot nine, still have a good build for a woman. I have all my thick, brown hair and pearly white teeth. I didn't have a woman to warm my bed or me to warm anyone's bed of either gender. Oh well, that in time will happen, although possibilities are very remote. Locking up the Motorhome I went back into the house and called my sister, Joyce, on the cellphone. We spoke briefly, I secured the house and then I was on my merry way, yeah, sure. While I drove I thought of all the things I'd see and do with this Diesel Fuel Hog I was driving, all forty plus feet of the damn thing. Okay so I wasn't too pleased, but you see this Fiberglas Monster was a birthday gift this year from my sister, her husband, Devon, along with Eddie and Carol, my nephew and niece. For the past several weeks Joyce, Devon and the kids had helped their bachelor, Uncle Marion, check over and pack this damn thing up. After several hours of driving I arrived at my stop, Magic Lake State Park and Campgrounds. Checking in at the Ranger's Station I paid for a week, got a fishing license and I was given a site and lake map, rules of the park and given directions to my campsite by the lady that was behind the desk that kept calling me Miss or Ma'am and that angered me somewhat. What was the woman, blind? Or am I too effeminate? I had to admit I was impressed with the campsite when I arrived having power, water, sewer and local telephone hookups for the Monster. The Camp Ground had all the amenities I could ask for. I also had a bike and feet to walk with to get to the Campground store. I was further impressed that my campsite was so close to the water's edge and had a picnic table and a grill. All I thought of was very little housework, a few dishes, and laundry; now that I could live with. I hooked up everything, pulled out the sixteen-foot, inflatable Zodiac boat, batteries and electric motor and filled the boat up with air from the Monster's electric compressor. It was then I heard the wildlife scurrying in the brush and the fish jumping as they caught their meals in the water. Maybe Joyce was correct that I did need this vacation? Who knows maybe I'll even get laid? I just know that's wishful thinking. In a few hours I had completed the setup of the campsite to the point of being ready to start fishing in the morning and to cook my evening meal. I was coming back from where I tied up the boat, when out of the corner I spotted something with a bushy tail that was black with a very white stripe and very little. I stopped what I was doing, seeing the critter coming toward me and seeing it was a baby skunk. It had and showed no fear of humans and hissed as it came closer to me. When suddenly it stopped, turned around and raised its bushy tail. When the tail went up I hauled ass into the lake just as it sprayed me. It got the clothing I wore, shorts, shirt, and sneakers, all of it including me. All I want you to know is that it sure as hell wasn't Chanel Number Five, White Shoulders or anything that pleasant it sprayed. Damnit I stunk! That little SOB had the audacity to come to the lakeshore, take a drink of the water, saw my body bobbing in the water as I floated and sprayed me again. I was beyond angry at this point when I saw and heard the laughter of a male Ranger with him saying, "The babies are the worst stinkers, I smelled the odor a mile back and hurried over. The name's Neil Babcock, I'm the senior Ranger in charge here." I looked toward the voice seeing a good looking, well tanned, physically fit man close to six foot tall, about my age that was walking toward me with me saying, "That little...Ah, stinker got me twice and I really stink." In the back of my mind I thought that if I was a woman I jump his bones, oh hell even as a man I'd jump his bones. "Yep, you sure do, ma'am. I suggest you bury those clothes, everything. I'll head over to the Lodge Station and get you what we use. In the meantime just throw those clothes up on the bank and head to your shower; don't worry no one will see your bare butt. I'll be back in about five minutes, once I turn over the shift to another Ranger." Watching the Ranger leave, I took off my clothes in the water, every stitch I had on and threw them onto the bank. I then ran back to the Monster hoping I wouldn't be seen. Once inside I turned on the exhaust fans and ran to get some clothes along with a shower. I found a robe in the bathroom; my sister's robe or like hers, with my robe nowhere in sight. Going through the closets, storage and drawers all I found was women's clothing, accessories and shoes with none of my stuff to be found, it was all Joyce's stuff, I thought angrily. This was not in the least bit funny I thought as my cellphone rang that I answered gruffly. "Hi Marion, how's the vacation so far?" Joyce asked happily with me saying, "Joyce where the hell are my clothes?" "In the Motorhome, that's where the kids and I put them last night, I think, why?" Joyce said with me saying, "Sis did you ever take your clothes out of here? Let me answer that, hell no! The kids and you saw the stuff on board and assumed I packed my own stuff, now I'm standing here stark ass naked with nothing available but your things and you know what? Screw it, I'm gonna wear them until I get on the road again to buy some clothes," I said angrily with Joyce saying, "So, they're only clothes, use them and I know they'll all fit you and make that sweet body of yours look gorgeous Sis. Now why the hell are you naked?" "I found a boyfriend and he just screwed my brains out! Damnit Sis, I was sprayed by a skunk! Hell Sis, I even had to jump in the lake, and then the little bastard got me again. The Ranger went to get some sort of chemical they use for the smell. I might even have to use your perfume tonight," I said as Joyce laughed hysterically with her saying, "Marion Honey, I'm so sorry for the mix up, I should have checked everything myself in what was being done. Just use anything I have in there as you've always have. And Honey, please wear a clean bra and panty set every day, especially for your new boyfriend." "That was not in the least bit funny Sis, for those remarks I want a complete inventory done, the accounts payable, the new line sketches and I want it all emailed to me," I said angrily. "We did it Sugar, now be a good girl and get laid. It's been too long for you sweetie to not enjoy life," she said sweetly and disconnected me. Joyce was treating this situation as a joke, a lark, which it certainly was not. At least not for me! I grabbed the necessary items of clothing from the dresser, then the closets and ran to the shower. I placed all those items onto the sink and walked into the shower; grabbing a bottle of liquid soap and applied it to my body from my face to my toes excluding my pubes, hair and eyebrows. I prayed that the smell would leave or at the very least be somewhat covered up. I smiled to myself not smelling the odor, when suddenly I felt as if my skin was on fire, throwing on the water that turned out to be cold water. I froze my keester off, as the water flowed over my body. But at least the fire was gone and so was my slight body hair, right down the drain. I grabbed the bottle and read it; it was a chemical depilatory! The only difference between Nair and this stuff was it was permanent. I groaned to myself as I watched my hair, what little I had was gone from my body and face, going down the drain. However, at least some of the skunk smell was gone. There was a knock at the door and the sound of footsteps that stopped at the bathroom saying, "Marion, here's that stuff we use, I'll wait outside for you." How in the hell did he know my name? Oh yeah, the registry I signed, I thought as I grabbed the bottle he left. Opening the bottle, the contents smelled as bad as the skunk spray, but at this point I would try anything. I applied the stuff everywhere noticing how free my body was of the hair I used to have. I could live with anything or at least almost, even my sister! Following the directions I left the stuff on for ten minutes and used the rose scented liquid soap to rinse it off with the smell predominately gone. It worked, it really, really worked, but now I smelled and felt like my sister does! I turned off the water, dried off and studied my face and body in the full-length mirror. My skin looked soft and supple with no body hair anywhere except for the pubes, eyebrows and my long brown hair. I saw the mounds of flesh that I've always had on my chest, which I hid. They were always a source of embarrassment since I was a kid unless I was dressed as a female, then I was proud to have them. I recalled one girl broke up with me because my tits were bigger than hers and my penis was so small she called it a clitoris. Oh well, if you've got them, flaunt them! Hey baby, how about oral sex? Hey big boy, how about drilling for Brown Gold? Opening the medicine cabinet I grabbed the scented bath powder and hit everywhere I could, until I smelled the strong smell of roses. I looked at the container and read the label that said Rose Scented Bath Talc. It was too late to do anything about it now. I dried my hair with the hair dryer when it started to curl as it dried. I reached over to the shower storage rack and read the shampoo bottle that said; add the heat of your hair dryer to your hair and you will have the most luxurious perm you have ever had that will last for weeks with repeated use. I was to the point I didn't care after I saw my sister Joyce looking back in the mirror. Joyce and I have body similarities as do most siblings but the major difference is she is a girl by birth and I'm a... I think, a boy, only by now I have my doubts and have always had those doubts. I have to admit that Joyce is very pretty at five foot nine, brunette hair, brown eyes, one hundred and twenty five pounds, with a 34C-25-35 figure after two kids. She gets a good screwing from her husband each night and is a year older than me. I know for a fact I can pass for her and have done so at social events in the past, after she goaded me into it. I grabbed the white lace panties and drew them up my legs feeling the satiny and lace material making me shudder. I stepped into the khaki shorts that fit me as well as they did her. I pulled on the dark blue and white stripped pullover blouse seeing the two thin straps on my shoulders and seated my mounds of flesh into the built in bra shelves. I grabbed the one-inch, low-heeled, blue criss-cross sandals with the closed back and slid them onto my feet. I looked into the mirror again seeing Joyce's face and I swore softly. I smiled into the mirror after I saw my cleavage and how well I looked. Going back to the bedroom I used her tweezers to clean up my brows, used her nail kit, polished both hands and feet to a deep red gloss then I used some of her makeup that I remembered how to use from all the times in the past. I used her perfume and went to the front and out the door after getting the bottle of goop Neil brought. Coming out of the door Neil stood up as his mouth dropped down with him saying, "My lord, she looks like a girl and even smells like one now and not a skunk. I buried those clothes in the woods for you." "Why thank you, now since you did all those things for me, how about supper?" I said as I handed him back the goop with him agreeing to stay. For some reason, as I cooked and we ate the meal, I became physically attracted to this man. It was to the point of us acting like school kids as we walked the shoreline hand in hand. Let me get one thing straight, I am not promiscuous, it's just....... Oh hell this guy was a sweetheart, a real keeper, a real gentleman. When we returned to the Monster he gave me a kiss, not the type of kiss you give a relative, but the type that tickled your tonsils and warmed your insides. We both secured the campsite for the night and he kissed me again with me going inside the Monster and him going back home I assumed. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs thinking of the past evening; things fell into prospective about my life. We all refuse to think about things we've done, which we shouldn't have done, when suddenly those thoughts come back and bite us in the ass. Neil's wonderful kisses, school, those social events and Halloween parties flooded my brain each and every one of those memories came back into my mind in torrents. I picked up the cellphone and dialed Joyce's number with Eddie answering and me telling him I needed to speak to his mother. The insolent little shit called his mother telling her that Auntie Marion was calling, I smiled but I was still confused about my thoughts. In seconds Joyce was on the phone with me saying, "Auntie Marion, huh? Well Sis considering the way I'm dressed and what I did it's apropos for the evening." "Oh no, you didn't? Not even twenty four hours as a girl again and you got laid," she said laughing as I told her everything I did from the shower to Neil. She was laughing so hard she took the telephone into the bathroom, speaking to me as she used the conveyance in her bathroom with her saying, "He sounds cute, but remember we aren't kids anymore playing dress-up Sis. All men have feelings, girl." "I know Joyce! I'm so scared that all those hours of therapy were wasted. If Mom and Dad find out about everything it will kill them. This is how I should be and that I fought so hard not to be lately." "Sweetie, Carol, Eddie, Devon and I are coming there to be with you. The girls will manage at the stores and factory without us. Promise me you won't do anything rash, we'll be there as soon as we can. We love you Sis," Joyce said as I was close to tears. "Thanks Joyce, I'll try to get some sleep and then get up early to fish. I'll see you when you get here. I love all of you," I said as I disconnected, replaced the phone in the charger and went to the bedroom to undress nearly crying. Oh hell, I bawled, going back to my bedroom. Finding a short pink nightgown and panties I put them on after I took off the clothes I was wearing. Going to the front of the Monster I secured it for the night, went the bathroom and removed the makeup still smelling the feminine fragrance of the perfume. That was when I heard a knock at the door. Grabbing a robe I went to the door after looking at the security camera monitor seeing that it was Neil. I opened the door, inviting him in him and the mosquitoes out with him saying, "Sorry about bothering you..." "You didn't, I was still awake, Neil." "Well, I've broken a hell of a lot of rules today being with you...anyway, I have the next several days off... Ah, did I tell you I'm a single daddy of two, my mother takes care of them while I work," Neil stuttered bashfully with me thinking he looked like a certain actor of old, Gary Cooper. I felt so sorry for the man after all he did was try to help me saying, "Honey, I've been your girlfriend for over a year and your children are always welcome to be with us and you'd better tell your Mom." At that Moment I had dug my grave deeper when I saw his smile with him saying, "Miss Marion, thank you..." "Yeah well, it's just Marion Morrison. Tell your mother and the children to come see me. However I intend to be out on the lake early for a few hours, a girl has to eat," I said as I kissed his cheek and smiled at the poor man giving him my cellphone number. I swear the man perked up immediately, gave me a hot kiss and ran from the Monster with his feet a foot off of the ground, as he ran to his SUV. Re-locking up the Monster I reset the security monitors, turned off the lights, went back to my bedroom, took off my robe and climbed between the pink satin sheets and fell asleep. I dreamt of many years ago of Joyce and I as we played together as children. We had a tea party and I was dressed in her red multi flowered dress, red tights and black patent Mary Janes. I held a doll in my arms while sipping Kool-Aid from the toy plastic cups with my hair into a ponytail held by a wide red ribbon tied into a bow. I saw my face that had the look of being content as we conversed, as two little girls with each other. The bedroom wasn't familiar at first until I remembered it was in our Dad's parent's home and I heard the front door open and close. I heard the heavy footsteps go into the kitchen and we became excited. We both ran from the room to the kitchen to our Gramps that just came home. I forgot how I was dressed and did the same things Joyce did to him, such as a big kiss and a hug. When I saw his facial expression go from confusion to anger and back to being just Gramps with him saying, "Marion, boys don't wear dresses..." "I know Gramps, I do because I'm not a boy," I said seeing his face grow red and Grams keeping quiet, as Joyce and I left the kitchen going back to the bedroom. I heard the argument they had and then him calling Dad and Mom telling them what he saw as he yelled into the telephone at them. I was called a multitude of names over the telephone that made me go to the corner and cry, not even knowing what they meant. Joyce closed and locked the door, came to me and held me to her, as the tears flowed down my cheeks and into the material of the dress I wore. We both heard the angry words of more adults that sounded like Momma and Daddy with someone trying to get into the room finding out it was locked. Joyce saw my terror and held me closer to her when the door crashed open splintering the wood and Daddy came inside the room followed by Momma. He came to us and picked us up into his arms, carried us from the house and placed us into the car's back seat saying, "Smooth out your dresses ladies, I'll be right back." Daddy left us with Momma coming to the car, she flashed us a motherly smile when Daddy came back holding his bloodied nose. Momma made him sit in the passenger seat and drove us all to the hospital. After several hours Daddy came from a room with bandages on his nose, came to us, smiled and nasally said, "I love you all, now let's go home." In the car going home Momma asked me questions while Daddy listened and Joyce sometimes answering for me with Daddy nasally saying, "Marion honey, Momma and I feel that if you're this way now no matter what we say or other's might say, you'll always be the girl we see now. I want you to remember that there are very mean and cruel people around but Mommy and Daddy love you both very much." "Is Gramps one of those people? We heard the fighting on the phone that made my sister cry," Joyce said with Daddy saying, "I'm afraid so kids, he broke my nose because I had to protect you from his words and anger. You see Gramps grew up during a time that there was no open-mindedness about people and their differences, back then either you were a boy or a girl, not a girl pretending to be a boy or a boy pretending to be a girl..." "But Daddy I am a girl! I've always been a girl!" I said emphatically with Mommy softly saying, "Baby we know, it's just that some people can't understand why a boy would want to be a girl or the other way around. All Daddy and I care about is you and Joyce being yourselves. Dress any way you want at home or when we go out, but right now for school you have to wear what I lay out for you." Chapter 2 I awoke with a start as those and many repressed memories poured forward as I laid in the bed drenched with perspiration. Looking at the clock I saw it was time to get up anyway. Getting up from the bed I made my way to the galley, made my coffee while I turned on the television for the morning news and weather from the satellite dish on the roof of the Monster. Leaving the news feed on I collected my clothes for the day and placed them into the bath area. Going back to the galley I turned off the television seeing the same old crap was being transmitted. Turning the weather radio on I heard the day was to be close to perfect. Then I tuned in the stereo system finding a station that played soft rock. That was when I noticed the several deer grazing nearby, as I raised the blinds in the living room seating area. It was a wonderful sight to watch these shy, timid creatures as I smiled watching them. It was going to be a perfect day, not too hot and not too cool, I thought as I went to take my shower. Taking off my nightgown I looked in the mirror seeing Joyce in it and then realizing it was I that stood before it. I looked down after seeing my pitiful manhood knowing I could never help to conceive a new life yet that was my choice when I was a child of ten. I was possessed to become a girl to the point of self-mutilation, which I succeeded in doing that brought me to the couch of many psychiatrists. Anyway Momma's mother had Passed On when we all had to clean out her house for the sale of it. Much of her things were given to Joyce and me from her clothing and jewelry to the many footlocker and steamer trunks that contained clothing from Mom, Grams and Great Grams. I had to laugh as I saw flapper dresses, wool skirt suits, silk pantsuits, lounge wear and much of the other things a woman and girl would wear from the nineteen twenties to the styles that seemed to come from the future. Okay, as children, Joyce and I were in dress-up heaven as we explored those trunks. It was then I found many books about herbal drugs for women. We found many boxes that contained female hormones, birth control pills and sexual devices that I hid and kept. I read all the books, as I ingested the pills after I read about what they would do to my body. I saw my body changing at the onslaught of puberty into the mirror image of Joyce and Mom's bodies lacking only just the indoor plumbing and the entrance to the baby maker. I hid these physical changes and physical pain from everyone along with the pain I had mentally in my quest. I hid the mental changes from the shrinks knowing full well they would tell all those in my family world what I had done. I was adept at forging the notes from school and doctors names for the physicals I never had but said I did, until one Halloween when Joyce had a date to a party with a boy she cared about. However she had to find a date for his friend. That boy was Devon and I went through hell from Joyce to the point I finally agreed with her plan, as all of her girlfriends left her high and dry saying emphatically no to any Blind Dates. It was three months before the party, the theme of the party was the Roaring Twenties and damn did we have the clothing for that period from Flappers to Auntie Mame style loungers, gowns, suits and lingerie. Sis wasn't the greatest seamstress but I always watched Mom and helped her in the sewing room making sure I learned as I watched. She was such a good teacher that I even went as far as designing and crafting clothing for the plays in grade school much to the amazement of many teachers, that kept quiet about my skills. It was decided a long time ago when we got the clothing that they would be stored and never used except to copy the designs from. In our achieve I found the right style of Flapper dress for her and came across a delightful silk pant lounger creation of the deepest magenta, with the most delicate of embroidered flowers and lace that I had ever seen before. It was two pieces, one essentially a body or jumpsuit at the top that had very little back and a very deep vee in the front to show off a ladies assets that was made in closed eyelet lace. It flowed from the waist creating the fa?ade of a dress or evening gown, that were in fact slacks made of silk material. The cover up was essentially a cocoon style duster that went to the floor with batwing sleeves, but the arms went into sleeves of feminine lace that gave the illusion of the lady wearing opera style gloves if she wore the gloves I found. I got to work making the basic flapper dress in an emerald green color and heavy gold in a brocaded fabric, but the fringe was all hand made with designs of glass beading of clear, green, silver, gold, dark blue, red and black. When the lady that wore the dress stood still the fringe showed the designs of many male peacocks with their plumaged unfolded to attract a mate. The hem was four inches above the knee and the bodice was deeply cut to show a great deal. I surprised Joyce by even finding the shoes made in a similar brocaded designs and color for her. I added smaller glass beaded peacocks to the toes and beaded her a clutch purse and feathered headband with those same peacocks. Later I added a second pair of shoes that were three inch, high heeled, suede, Mary Janes doing the same beadwork to them as the brocaded shoes. I added a green, feathered boa to the creation to be wrapped around the neck or draped on her delicate shoulders and flapper head dress. It was a work of art when I finally had her try it on that made her cry and Mother moan at the sensuality of the costume knowing if she wasn't careful she'd lose her virginity to any boy around. Once I had finished Joyce's creation I began mine but I needed Joyce's help with my measurements. I made her promise that what she was about to see she had to keep quiet about or I'd take the scissors or a razor blade to her costume. When I said that she knew I was serious and something was up. I undressed before her taking off the loose clothing I wore exposing the white, high cut legged panties. She saw the almost flat front I had, but then as I took off my sweater and she saw the bindings around my chest and she softly cried for the pain I must have had from the bindings. She helped me remove them and took my measurements with us seeing that my dress size was the same as hers along with much of everything else. In that short amount of time Joyce and I spoke like very close sisters to her disclosing that she wanted babies and Devon to be their father. I wasn't at all shocked by her revelation, not after she had practically begged for my help because of Devon. I was getting dressed when she slipped from the room and came back with a sports bra, just as I was beginning to rebind myself. She took the bindings and helped me into the black sports bra and matching panty and then kissed me on my cheek. I knew my secret was safe from that moment on or so I thought. I worked hard on my costume that included a modified electric blue, laced bandeau bra, panties with that I embroidered vibrant colored tropical parrots on the bra cups and the panties. I used stretch lace for the bodice, in black and then constructed the flowing pants in a shiny nylon and rayon fabric. My duster was the proverbial pain in the ass! But then when I completed it, it was breath taking, having created a complete jungle aviary scene from glass beads. Two very large Toucans stood on their tree perches on each side of the duster in front, as the jungle came alive around the duster with the body of a black panther on my back, taking a break from hunting for a meal near a stream and drinking the cool water, dipping it's tongue into the water. I found a pair of sequined multi colored sling backed pumps with a two-inch heel. I then designed a flapper style hat that went from my forehead peak to the neck and used the sequined pattern and colors of the shoes. Then I beaded a small purse with a toucan sitting on a branch. Once the outfit was finished I was pleased with the results that I hid from everyone in the house. One day I needed some final measurements and I had my breasts bound with Joyce in the room. I undressed again when Joyce saw me bound up. She began to cry again, that was when Mom heard her in the kitchen. Mom came back to the sewing room, she looked at her and me, as we held each other when she closely saw the bindings on my chest and the mounds that were flattened and left the room. When she returned she held a pair of bandage scissors with rounded tips and a bra. She cut those bindings from my body saying, "Marion, how..." I sat down and cried as the pain from my breasts receded and they both stood in their majestic beauty of all womanhood before them. Mom kept quiet as she placed a lacy brassiere on me giving me the support I really needed. "Mom, it's just...Damnit Mom I'm a girl!" I said finally composing myself with her saying, "Sugar, do you think I'm blind? I need to know how you did it, not the whys of how you did it? And dear we know you are a girl." I told Mom everything, from the pharmaceutical stash I had, to the research I had done on the subjects of hormone replacement. I also included the forgeries of signatures that I had done. There was no yelling at me just that look of your butt is mine now sweetie. She and Joyce hugged me with her saying, "Girl, when Daddy comes home I think that little rounded butt of yours is going to be so warm you'll be able to start a fire without the kindling. Why on earth didn't you come to me so we could talk?" "Mom that psychologist does nothing but have me talk to him and he's getting rich from us. I saw how Joyce's body was changing and how she was starting to look like you, that's what I wanted! I thought you wouldn't listen, I'm tired of all the talking and that fool trying to change my mind about who and what I am." "Okay, that saves us the co-payment for the insurance company and that psychologist's bull to us, but don't you realize that the risks you took..." "Mom I knew the risks I took and I feel they were well worth it. I felt pretty lousy from hiding everything, but I'm as close to being a girl as I can get without the surgery. I was tired of all the words and I wanted action." "That young lady is what you have certainly got, action. The damage, I think, is done from what I can see. Tomorrow we, all of us girls will go see our Gyne. Right now I want to see both of you in your costumes, that I know my seamstress and creative daughters have completed," Mom said giving us both a kiss and leaving the room. I knew I was beyond the point of screwed but Mom was always the one to make Dad see clearly any judgments we made, good or bad. Joyce and I went into her room carrying the costumes I had made for us. I helped her into the emerald green satin and lace lingerie I made for her, from the panties to the half-slip, which included black silk seamed stockings I found and then embroidered the peacocks at her ankles. I heard her moans of excitement as she drew her stockings on and up her curvaceous legs, all the while smiling at me. I saw her surprise when she saw the peacocks I sewed into her stockings. I then put on my lingerie from the Electric Blue, laced, bandeau style bra that hooked at my waist giving me the bareback look that I wanted to the laced garter-belt I wore to the Electric Blue high cut, laced and satin panties. I drew up the electric blue, silk, back seamed stockings attaching them to the laced Garter Belt now knowing exactly how Joyce felt in their sensualness. Joyce did our hair and makeup and then helped me get into my jumpsuit/lounger and I helped her into her dress. Next was the jewelry of emerald colored stones for her and sapphires or blue stones for me: that I had found in several resale and antique shops. The last items were her headdress, gloves, and boa. Then it was my chapeau that I had added a finely woven veil that went to my mouth and attaching the removable lace sleeves and lace kid gloves. We were ready in an hour with her and I being pleased at the results of my hard labors and her makeup skills, as we placed our shoes onto our feet and picked up our purses. Mom was in the living room when she saw us come from the bedroom as her jaw dropped to the floor with her racing to the telephone and making several excited telephone calls. She took numerous pictures of us in various poses, some demur and others risqu? all the while marveling at my created works. The doorbell rang several times as she took the pictures with several close neighbors coming inside. The final coup de grace was our Grams and Gramps that we had not seen since Daddy's broken nose episode. They both looked us over very closely as they came closer. I was about to go run, but Joyce held my hand firmly into her hand when Gramps came and kissed both our cheeks with me being the first saying, "You made those costumes, huh Marion? I can see you get your talent from all the women in the family young lady. Both you girls will be a hit with all the boys on that night." Did I hear the old bigot correctly? I was at a loss for words and then said, "But Gramps the last time I wore a ......" "A dress, I know I went crazy. I hurt you all and physically hurt your Dad. We all hurt each other that day. Grams was going to divorce me unless I learned to be tolerant. Damnit girl, I saw shrinks, I read anything I could and I learned. Your father, mother, Grams and I all learned that word tolerance together because of you girls." We smiled and kissed our Grandparents with Mrs. Beyers, a close neighbor saying, "Andrea dear neighbor of mine and very close friend, if Marion and Joyce did those outfits I want one, I don't care what they charge for it." With those words all the women gushed and The House of Fashions was born. I had to admit that that we were beyond ourselves when Daddy walked into the house. He was used to seeing me in Mom and Joyce's clothes as well as my own clothing, but the real shock to him was seeing Gramps and me together. He came over to us offering his hand to Gramps, which he took and pulled his son to him and hugged him. The family war was over but the peace was breached over and over again later, but at least for now the family was intact. I complied with Mom and the Gyne, was placed on a hormone regimen and got a shot in my butt; after she saw the results of my blood tests and my body. Screw that psychologist and his garbage talk about reverting. I was at last happy! I was distressed when we arrived home from school one day after Joyce had showed the Home Ec, Mrs. Stempic her teacher, our costumes for a grade on them. I should say I was dragged into that classroom later in the week kicking and screaming, since it was Joyce's class and not mine. Mrs. Stempic was amazed at the quality of the work and the thought that had gone into their design when Joyce spilled the beans that all she did was help me. She sent Joyce after me with a note to Mr. Vickers, the art teacher to read. In minutes she was at the door with him seeing her, turning over the class to a practice teacher. He went into the corridor and spoke to her for several minutes. I was then called from the room with him escorting us to the Home Ec room with no words being said. On entering the room a young woman was seated with her being Mrs. Stempic and saying, "I want to see those costumes on you and not the dummies." I saw the smiles of all the girls, every last one of them in that class and the looks of disbelief on the two teacher's faces. I was about to bolt from the room! It was only Joyce's hand on my shoulder that stopped me as a few of her friends, like all of the girls, volunteered to help us get ready in the girls' bathroom. I was dragged forcibly by no less than twenty girls into that powder room and I left the heel and toe marks of my shoes on the floors to prove I was dragged. If I could have used my longish, claw like nails to stop my forward progression I would have done so. Up until that time only the family and my doctor had ever seen my body and now I was about to become the laughing stock of the school. Once inside the girls blocked the doors making my escape impossible as they tore off my clothes seeing my pink panties and my bandages about my chest. A few girls giggled and laughed with one calling me a faggot, as I was thrown forcibly to the floor on my back, until my bandages were cut off. That's when they all exhaled deeply with Susan one of Joyce's friends saying, "Damn those knockers are bigger than most of ours. I am so jealous! Marion they are gorgeous!" "Yep and they're both home grown ladies, now kindly help me up from the cold floor and allow me to dress," I said smiling as hands came from everywhere to help us dress from our lingerie to our makeup just as I helped Joyce many times before. The hands flew at speeds unbeknownst to normal man or woman, as the hair, nails, makeup and jewelry was done and we emerged as butterflies from the cocoon we shared. There was one girl later that entered the Powder Room after we were dressed and whispered into Susan's ear. I saw the looks of envy and shock as we stood before those girls with Susan saying, "Girls I think we have some very serious competition for the boys. Marion if we, any of us, ever catch you in those Grunge clothes again that little round butt of yours is ours." Gee, is this d?j? vu? I seemed to have heard those words before somewhere. Well out of the closet and into the dress shop! I was scared shitless, as the old saying goes as we walked out of the powder room. I was led by the girls past the Home Ec room and through the back doors of the assembly hall where all of the school plays were performed. I heard the principal speak when I asked the girls saying, "What's going on?" I tried to flee when I was forcibly held in place with Susan saying, "Now, stop it! Joyce you'd better tell her the surprise." I was told that much of the staff and administration had seen the costumes I made and what Joyce had said was a ruse. Several other teachers had called other school Home Ec teachers in the district and they in turn called the Press, as nowhere had they ever seen the handmade designs and craftsmanship that was done anywhere by a student. "Marion, just go out there and be all of the girl your sister is and make us proud. I swear no one knows your secret and if anyone tells they'll answer to all of us girlfriend. Oh and we meant that about you dressing like us too," Susan said smiling with all the girls nodding with my knees knocking, just as Mrs. Stempic came from the other side of the curtains with her coming to us saying, "Hey kids, Marion I thought it was only fitting that everyone should see your creations. Joyce had told me last year about everything but I had no idea how much girl you really were and are. Since I do the costumes for the school plays, guess who's going to help me Marion and Joyce? After the mayor finishes..." "The mayor? What the...but I'm a..." I was saying as Joyce said, "Shut up Sis, it was a surprise but you're listed now as a girl in the school records. It was a joke that backfired on us after we were caught last year and I was reminded that I could be prosecuted for it unless I helped, like right now." It was then that the curtains drew back, loud techno music was played, and a bright spotlight blinded me with much applause filling the hall. The lights changed to softer lights when I saw Mr. Vickers standing at a podium, and Joyce moved out from backstage to a runway that was built that was never there before. I saw the flashes of cameras and the lights of video cameras that were filming the event. I shuddered when Joyce came back to the stage and waited as Mr. Vickers read of the descriptions of the clothes Joyce wore. Then with a hardy shove at my back or a kick to my butt I moved and then began to walk and mimic my sister's moves. I relaxed a bit as I heard the hoots and hollers of the people in the audience to the end of the runway and then I heard the applause as I opened my batwings. I then turned my back walking back toward Joyce showing the Toucans, Parrots and Panther. I didn't hear any of the bad words I once heard from anyone there. All I heard was the appreciation of the long hours I spent sewing with Mr. Vickers describing everything. I stood next to Joyce in awe, as the entire audience stood and applauded. For some unknown reason I curtsied low to the audience with Joyce following my lead. The Principal and District Superintendent came out of the wings with a bouquet of flowers for each of us, when I was asked by Mrs. Stempic to remove the duster and allow the Press to photograph it. I removed the duster when the lights lowered and the music began and as they say, I worked the catwalk. Those people that were leaving went back and seated themselves as the press videotaped everything. The circus finally ended with us thanking everyone but all I wanted was a hot bath, a very hot feminine bath. We, meaning the girls, all walked through the halls, back to the powder room. On entering I saw that my clothes I wore earlier were nowhere to be seen and neither were Joyce's clothes. I was beyond pissed, as we all looked around the room when Mrs. Stempic said, "Thankfully the purses were locked in the classroom but your wallet was in your pants Marion. Susan take Marion to the office just as she is for a new ID, tell Principal Meyers what happened and Officer Brandt. Joyce, come with me and we'll find something for you both, meet us back in the classroom." Great! I had no ID, no pocket money for bus fare; did the word 'screwed' pop into your brain. The other students greeted me as a celebrity as we walked through those halls. When we arrived at the office Mr. Meyers was standing at the desk, when Susan presented to him my problem. Mr. Myers readied the camera as Susan brushed out and styled my hair without the duster and chapeau. I was then taken into the back room as another photo was taken with my ID in hand. I saw Officer Brandt in the office after giving him my ID card and a report of the theft was filed. While walking back to the classroom I glanced at my new ID reading the name of Marion Andrea Morrison, my birth date was correct but the sex read female. I was in shock as I looked at the picture seeing that my hair was braided in French braids with a royal blue colored bow holding it all together with the braids over my shoulder showing the ultra- feminine bow. I stopped walking when Susan grabbed my arm and yanked me into the classroom. The shades were drawn over the windows as I saw my sister dressing in the back of the room when she called me over to her. Next to Joyce was a pile of clothes, very feminine slut clothes I might add, left over from the production about a French hooker; need I say anymore? Mrs. Stempic and Susan helped us by hanging up the costumes and packing the accessories but out of the corner of their eyes they watched silently in glee, as I got dressed in the red panties, and strapless bra, red fishnet pantyhose, black mini skirt and red stripped, low cut, sailor's blouse. I saw the shoes and cringed with them being red, strapped sandals that buckled around the ankle that had a three inch spiked heel. The jewelry was a black plastic bead necklace and bracelet, black circled plastic earrings, red beret and a red shoulder bag. I groaned loudly as the three females laughed with me saying, "If I walk home like this I'll get arrested for indecent exposure, impersonating a female and soliciting for sex." "Hey Sis maybe for impersonating a male, but never a female. Damn you look HOT!" Joyce said with Mrs. Stempic saying, "You're not walking or taking the bus, I'm driving you home, if we can all get out of this school in one piece. Marion can you walk in those heels?" "Hell she can run in them and I've seen her do it," Joyce said as I groaned wanting to hide further in the embarrassment I was suffering. Mrs. Stempic went for her car and would park it near the closest exit. We all would run out to it once she came inside and got us. I heard the bell sound for the change of classes and the noise, as the students took to the halls. I sat on a chair and crossed my legs with Susan saying, "Damnit Joyce, she does that so slow and seductively. If she does that at the party we better have some really big bruisers to hold her date back before he nails her pretty, laced panties to his wall collection." Susan, I couldn't possibly do what you suggest since I don't have a vagi..." "Sweetie, I hate to tell you, not all of us girls have oral or vaginal sex they take it up the butt," Susan said laughing as Joyce agreed with her by nodding her head as I squirmed in my chair. Mrs. Stempic came back and motioned for us to follow her with Susan closing the door behind us. It was then I heard the wolf whistles and very lewd remarks with us all running to the waiting car with me beating all three of them to the car and inside of it first. While we pulled from the curb burning rubber Joyce said, "I told you she'd outrun us, even in those heels!" We all laughed as we drove down the road in safety. I turned off the water, dried off, did my hair in a very curly ponytail and applied my makeup as I smiled I got dressed in light blue panties, blue denim shorts, red tube-top, and tying off a denim shirt off above the waist and below my breasts. I slipped my feet into new white, slip- on, canvas sneakers. I checked my image in the mirror and went out to the galley for coffee. After I poured the cup, made a snack and packed bottled water for myself to have later. I collected two rods, a nine-foot Fenwick fly rod with a Martin reel and an Eagle Claw backpack combo rod with an old Garcia Mitchell 300L-spinning reel. I put on my khaki fishing vest checked all the pockets for my first aid and snake bite kit, lures, hooks, leaders and flies and I finished my coffee. I pinned the license to my vest, retrieved some live bait from the fridge, collected my gear and locked up the Monster. I picked up the oars along with a flotation device going to and loading my boat, checking everything over along with the two batteries and trolling motor. I was in heaven as I left the shore, found a good spot and dropped the anchor. Chapter 3 The sun was rising as I casted out the first line using a right handed, side arm cast with a dry fly on a two-pound leader. I whipped the line back and gave it more length when I got a strike and what a strike it was. The fish fought like hell as I played it in, seeing that it was a good and fat rainbow trout. This was the beginning of a very good and productive morning, as I caught my daily creel limit of the elusive Rainbow and Brown Trout, Northern Pike and Large Mouth Bass. All were way above the weight, girth and length limits, not trophies but damn I was going to feast that night possibly. Looking at my watch, I saw I was only on the water for three hours as it was a little after nine when I tied the boat up, taking my gear and stringer of my fish up to the Monster. In no time I had them all cleaned and in the freezer humming a happy tune when I felt the slight sunburn on my legs and arms. I poured more coffee and went directly to the tried and true Noxzema that was in my bathroom, applying the white, cooling, soothing cream to my legs and arms. I felt the immediate results as I rubbed it in and went back for my coffee and sat down onto the couch. Taking a sip of the brew I drifted back to that day I had returned home dressed as that poor French whore. Entering our house Mom was in the living room with Grams and Mrs. Beyers. I just knew we would catch hell from them all. "Why Marion, how utterly venal you look. Have you been to the waterfront trolling for sailors?" Mom asked with Grams saying, "Or was that going after that poor old bus driver, dear?" "Kid, I hope you used a lubricant and a condom for your Johns and took your pill this morning for that fast C-note." Mrs. Beyers said when they all broke out laughing at my expense. My cheeks were on fire as I blushed before them, as my sister was rolling on the floor laughing. But no mercy was shown toward her either as they got ever raunchier with her. I sat in a chair as they hammered away at her and then I crossed my legs just as I had in the school when Mrs. Beyers smiled and said, "Girl if you do that when my husband is around he'll yank that virginity away as quick as you can uncross those beautiful gams of yours." They then had resumed their verbal assault on Joyce with me knowing when the time was right to flee, as I grabbed our costumes and ran into the bedroom we now shared. I changed into pink shorts, white canvas sneakers and a pink, short sleeved, modestly cut blouse and used our bathroom. While using the bathroom I heard applause. I quickly finished what I was doing and went into the living room seeing the television on with Joyce doing our catwalk routine. Not a word was said until after the television was turned off and Grams spoke saying, "Ladies, all I will say is I am not biased that my granddaughters have talent, beauty and skill. You completely owned that catwalk! You both mesmerized that audience and the Press with your grace, charm and saleswomanship." Joyce and I blushed receiving that praise from Grams when Mom said, "Mom is right and she does know about those things. Girls, all I'll tell you is Grams was once a designer in the garment industry and believe me she knows talent," Mom said as she hugged Grams. We were both at a loss for words but then I had often wondered how that they knew about all those secrets and things they showed us about garments. Grams was not the type of woman to keep quiet about exorbitant prices along with shoddy clothing in the stores. She made her feelings well known to the owners, managers and the buyers of some major stores. Many stores had lost business when she started her tirades on the floor as she looked for a dress for Joyce or Mom as well as me. It was then she settled upon making the garment for them that was ten times better made and prettier than the one they saw and liked on display. I returned to reality from my thoughts as I heard a knock on the door and went to open it seeing Neil with two adorable children, a boy and girl that I brought into the Monster immediately. I did a double take when I saw them both and they ran to me yelling Momma. I must admit that sounded good especially with the hugs and kisses they gave me. The girl's name was Tammy or Tamara and she was six years old and the boy was Nicky or Nicolas and was four almost five years old. Both of the children were in shorts, tees and sandals and I swear looked like me, now you know why I did the double take. We sat at the dinette and I made them all breakfast, Corn Fritters and sausage, since the babies said that they were hungry. Tammy and Nicky made me sit with them and I complied to their wishes, as Neil smiled. The kids ate hungrily as did their father, when Neil softly said, "I am shocked that they took to you like they did. Of course any woman they see with Brunette hair is their M-O-M-M-Y, yet you do look like her in many ways." I looked at him after I gave another Fritter to the kids saying, "I don't mind, in fact I feel honored, besides they're adorable." "Yeah, well wait until they're underfoot, want something they can't have or sick and I know you'll change you mind. Ah.... I need to speak to you alone for a minute," Neil said impatiently with me looking at the kids saying, "Tammy take care of Nicky for just a few minutes so Mommy can talk to Daddy. If you're both good Mommy will get you a toy or book tomorrow." Tammy agreed and I kissed them both and took Neil' into my bedroom. Once inside I closed the door saying, "So what's the urgency?" "I dropped the word to my relief you were my girlfriend like you said. He saw us walking along the lakeshore and the kisses we shared. This morning, Mom's and my telephone was ringing off the hook. It seems that somewhere along the line we became engaged," Neil said as I sat slowly upon the bed saying, "Look Neil, I mean I think you're really a nice guy and all but..." "Mom and I have lived here in this area all our lives, these people are ruthless in their rumors and can ruin me and the kids for life. Mom said as a favor to her to ask you to play along and wear this," Neil said, as he pulled a small box from his pocket. He opened the box showing an engagement ring that had a pink marquis cut diamond in a gold setting. My mouth dropped as he took the ring from the box, kneeled and slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. I was at a loss for words when he kissed me, when my voice returned saying, "Honey, it's sweet of you but you really don't know me, I'm a mess inside my head and my body is just as bad." "So, just spend some time with me and the kids. Meet Mom and play the game for appearances. You're already Mommy to the kids so..." "Neil, that's not the point I came here to get my head on straight, oh shit, I know I'm going to regret this but okay. You do know you're going to have to stay here along with the kids for several nights, also I'm a pretty bad cook," I said with him kissing me like a man possessed with me hearing those bells and whistles, I never heard before. My body tingled, as I realized I wanted this man, badly. We embraced tighter and broke our kiss as I tried to catch my breath with him saying, "I'm sorry I got you into this mess, I owe you a great deal for this tactical maneuver." I pulled him down to me and kissed Neil silencing him and then breaking the kiss I said, "Well Daddy, Mommy has two little darlings to take care of; maybe later Mommy will take care of Daddy too." "Darlin', I have to get to a seminar for the day. My Mom said she'd be here later and thinks it would be a good idea for you to spend time with the kids," Neil said with me saying, "Well since I am wearing your ring I'd say that those telephone wires will be red hot. You go to that seminar but when you get back we'll have dinner. We have to talk and you're spending the night." He kissed me as an explosion of fireworks rocked my world. We broke our kiss and went out to the children holding hands with Tammy saying, "Mommy, did you kiss Daddy?" I sat next to the kids smiling and said, "Yep, that's what Mommies do, they kiss Daddies and their babies." Leaning over I kissed the children and then went to the bathroom. I heard Neil telling the kids to be good for me as I used the commode, cleaned up and repaired my makeup. Walking back out to the galley, I cleaned the kids taking the kid's hands and walked with Neil out to his SUV. We kissed as he got into it, drove off with just the kids and I standing, waving goodbye. I wanted to think about what had happened but the kids had other ideas. We went for a walk along the shore of the lake, waved to the people on boats. We saw all types of animals, and threw rocks into the lake and walked back to the Monster. Once inside I cleaned up the dishes, as the kids watched the television and then I joined them getting them both sitting on my lap and holding onto to me. It was their need to be held by an adult. They trusted me to protect and share whatever love I had in me with them. I looked down at my finger and saw the ring on it, I liked Neil, but these children were special to me. They proved to me I was suited to be a mother. As they both fell asleep after I fed them lunch, sat together, talked and played games. I picked them both up and took them to my bed, found some soft music on the radio and closed the door partially with me leaving them to their dreams after I kissed them both. Chapter 4 I sat down at the dinette with an Iced Tea I had poured earlier, but never had an opportunity to drink. I sipped at the liquid, found my sketchpad and a pencil drawing clothing designs. This was me, the real me; drawing clothes for men, women, teenagers, girls, boys and babies, this was the element of the Rag Trade that I truly loved, and for months I hadn't been able to do it. I did several designs from a wedding dress to a work suit when I heard a vehicle door slam shut and there was a knock at my door. I got up reluctantly, stretched and open the door to see a woman that was my height, plus sized, with long blond hair and blue eyes, talon fingernails painted a deep red, in blue jeans, a short sleeved plaid shirt and cowboy boots smiling, handing me two bags and saying, "Hi Darlin', don't you give you mother-in-law a kiss? I brought you the clothes for our babies that you called me about." I bent down from the Monster, smiling as I kissed her cheek, taking the bags from her with her coming inside the Monster with me saying, "Hi mother, Tammy and Nicky are asleep in the back." I had her sit at the dinette while I fixed her an Iced Tea. On turning she was looking at the sketches I had done smiling with her saying, "These are damn good girl. I love the Wedding Gown, so when're you going to marry Neil? It's been over a year, hasn't it Sweetie?" I must have had that look that women get when they're shocked on my face with me recovering and saying, "Ah...yeah mother, all I can say is soon." She was smiling as she took my hand as I sat down in shock with her saying, "Good girl, Neil needs a girl like you. Darlin' please turn on the Air it's getting' warm; I'll help you close the windows." We both stood up and closed all the windows in the Monster and I turned on the air conditioning cooling down the Monster immediately. I turned on the stereo to soft music and sat back down, she apologized to me for being so forward taking my hand into hers but another Ranger that was out for Neil's job followed her. "Sorry ma'am for acting so stupid," I said with her saying, "Honey, when Neil came to my home last night he was a changed man. He was and is happy now since he found you. That bitch, Sheryl he married, gave him the sweetest babies in the world, but she was a whore. She broke Neil's heart after Nicky came. Neil and I caught her in their bed with another woman and a man. Neil threw them all out of his house, filed for custody of the kids and divorced her butt with her getting zip. That Ranger that's after my son's job is telling the bitch everything that goes on or so we think. Just be careful of Ranger Mike Thorp. Darlin' the name's are Dora or mother whatever you prefer." "The name Mother seems to fit us, Dora, that's what the babies call me," I said sweetly with Dora saying, "You do look like the bitch, no offense honey I like you a whole lot more and I don't even know you. I never liked the bitch from the Moment I met her, but you I like. Neil called me on the way to that seminar and told me how the babies reacted to you. They never liked their own mother, but you Sweetie, they took a shinin' too. Neil has that sense about people like I do, but how he screwed up with her I'll never know. So what's going on inside that pretty head of yours?" "I like them too. I came out here after being forced to do so by my family. My sister and I own two stores and a factory that design, make and sell clothes called The House of Fashions," I said with Dora saying, "I've been to one of them, they're really nice and the clothes are a woman's dream when they fit right. Are those sketches some of the new product line?" Dora picked up the sketchpad with me saying, "They could be, and those are the first sketches I've done in months." "Sounds to me like boy or girl trouble? Darlin' I don't care who you go to bed with as long as you love that person. In Neil's case he'd screw a skunk as long as it loved him and the babies," Dora said smiling with me saying, "We met because of that skunk or baby skunk. Dora, I like Neil and the babies but the baggage I have in my mind is something only I can work out." "You mean like being a boy? Sweetie all I see is a woman. I know because I have a friend that's the County Sheriff and I'm the on-call dispatcher. I ran the plates of the Motorhome that said you were all girl, I then spoke to a reporter friend of mine confidentially that did some digging with the stores and employees. I suggest you get rid of Michelle; she has a big mouth. Anyway, my gut instinct says you were never a boy," Dora said squeezing my hand with me saying, "Damn that woman! We built up the stores since we were teenagers and have a good name to protect. Okay Dora, all my life I've been a girl, dressed as a girl, dated as a girl and loved men as a girl does. After High School I had a few relationships with men but they only wanted one thing from me and that was sex. I've had hypnosis and psychoanalysis done to revert me and you know... I was miserable! My Dad and Gramps even had a fistfight over me because I wore dresses. I learned the Rag Trade skills from my Grams and Mom that my sister had a tough time doing yet I could do. The Shrinks took our money but they didn't do a damn thing for me. This body I have, I created before puberty with the books and the medicines I took and then later through my Gyne to keep me on the right path. For the past few years I confused everyone including myself, I was set for the final surgery, I became scared when a Shrink came to my room and said you aren't a woman, you're an abomination to god, you can't conceive and they're going to cut it off in the morning; then they'll give you a hole so a real man can screw you into oblivion and reroute the plumbing so you can pee from a hole. I was so scared I ran and up until yesterday I haven't worn a bra, dress or a skirt. My loneliness has made everyone miserable and I can't be lonely any more. This is me Dora! I am and always have been Marion Andrea Morrison and I love the old me." "Sweetie, like I said I like this lady sitting across from me, she has moxie. I'm glad I came and we had this chance to speak as mother and daughter-in-law. You're more woman than that bitch could ever be. Take care of my son and grandbabies, mother Marion. Oh Sweetie, that wedding dress you designed would look lovely on you, just remember your mother- in-law needs a dress too for your wedding," Dora said standing up and giving me a kiss to my utter amazement after what I had said to her with me giving her a kiss as the tears ran down my cheeks and me saying, "After all I said, you still..." "Darlin' Sweetheart, our Marion, you are a lady, as honest as they come. Be that wife to Neil and companion he deserves that loves and you love. Be the mother to Tammy and Nicky that you love and they love and deserve. Honey, Neil is going to ask for your hand soon, take his hand into yours with honor and pride being the woman you are. Now I'm gonna call my lovesick son and tell him you're special to our family, which you are, and to get a wedding ring on you fast or you're gonna get away," Dora said with me saying, "Mother, is it that obvious to you? I mean I want to be courted, married and then made love to, or so I thought. I never believed in that love at first sight trash..." "It is, you will and I do believe in it," Dora said as she kissed me again with us walking from the Monster holding hands after she gave me her cellphone number. I glanced over at a wooded area seeing a Ranger's SUV as she climbed into her pickup truck. I gave her another hug and a kiss before she drove off with the Ranger's SUV following her. When I got inside I shut the Air off and opened the windows just as Tammy came from the bedroom. I took her to the bathroom with her saying, "Mommy, I heard Grandma before." She did her business and I helped her clean up saying, "Yes sweetheart, Grandma was here but she had to get going, so little girl it's just you, me and Nicky. How about a snack?" I said as she gave me a hug and a kiss saying, "Mommy I love you very much and Daddy too." I bent at my knees and held thi