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For Better or Worse
Part 3
It was now the summer of my freshman year. I was now 15. I had been
carrying on with Kelly a little, but not as much as I would like. My
periods became regular. I had informed my OB/GYN, who was strangely
excited about this. I did have one bit of good luck, if you can call it
that. Jack, that asshole, was killed when his house burned down. I
don't think there will be any problems from that again. I was hiding my
tampons from my parents, but it was becoming a hassle. My Mom was always
acting funny around me.
One day it finally came out by accident. My Mom and I were home alone my
mother was cleaning my room and she came across my tampons. I was
outside my door when I noticed her looking at them and she just put them
back in the place she found them. I ran down the hall quietly and came
into my room. "Oh hi sweetie," she said.
"Hi Mom." I sat on the bed and she finished up and left the room. Not a
word about the tampons, nothing! Didn't she find it weird? I had had
enough. "Mom," I called. "come here please."
My mom came in, I closed the door. "Sit please." My mom sat down. I
opened my drawer and took out the tampons. "Mom, I know you found these,
yet you said nothing to me. Don't you find it weird that I need these?"
"No," said mom. She caught herself, "I mean yes."
"OK Mom, tell me the truth, what is going on, what are you and Dad
hiding?"
"Honey," she started to cry, "I am sorry, dad and I know everything
about your change, that you are now a real girl."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well you didn't take too well to it the first time and the doctors
wanted you in a good frame of mind. Knowing that, the doctors and we
came up with the story. We knew the change had to be done, that you
would readily do it if you were helping Dad and me out. We really
couldn't afford it and this opportunity came up, we couldn't pass it
up." At last the truth, I felt better now.
"It's OK Mom, I do understand." My understanding would be short lived.
"Honey, there is more and I told the doctors I would tell you if you
ever figured out our deception"
"What more can there be?" I said.
"Honey, the reason they did this was to see if it would work, the money
to make from this process from infertile women and transsexuals is
enormous," Mom said.
I said, "So, I got my period, so it works; now they can make their
money."
"Not quite." mom said. "To be sure, you must get pregnant, carry the
baby to term and give birth."
"You're kidding," I said.
"No I am not, and the doctors would like it to happen."
"Mom, I am only 15, I don't think it would be wise, besides I am not
ready and who knows when I will be. I am not attracted to guys." I then
proceeded to tell her the Jack story; she was upset and held me. She
apologized for not being there for me. I told her it was OK, I was not
thinking of it from a girls view anyway.
My mom looked at me and said, "Honey, I know you don't feel ready, but
if you do get pregnant it will be ok. I can't believe I told a daughter
of mine to actually get pregnant as a teenager, you aren't supposed to.
This is so screwy." She then said, "Honey, the doctors have a large
financial reward all set up for you doing this. They understand it will
take time and that you are just not attracted to guys."
"Look, all I am saying is you should do this at some point, once you
turn eighteen they will want this from you and you do owe them for
completing the surgery. Just think of how lousy a life you would have
right now."
"OK, mom, maybe when I get to eighteen."
"Honey, maybe Dad and I can help you in some way, you know, to make you
feel more like a girl."
"How?" I asked.
"I am not sure," Mom said. "Let dad and I talk about it."
My parents wanted me to start doing something constructive and it was my
Mom who suggested baby sitting. I had been sort of moody as the doctors
had upped my hormones so I would get my period. My breasts were nice and
pert, about a 34 a-b cup with really nice nipples. I told my Mom that I
would do some baby sitting and she said good, that Ms Miller down the
street needed a baby sitter for Friday.
Ms Michelle Miller was 28 years old and a single mother of a 2 month old
baby. Her husband had left her before the baby was born to be with
another, more famous and richer woman. We all felt bad for her, she was
very pretty but as they say "Money talks and B.S. walks." I showed up on
Thursday for a run through of her routine.
"Hi Ms Miller," I said. "Oh Jen, call me Michelle."
So Michelle it was. She explained the baby's routine and that I should
feed the baby when it is hungry. She showed me the baby's food and she
said that she had expressed enough milk for the whole day.
"Expressed"? I said.
"Yes silly, I breast feed my baby." The baby then started to cry
upstairs.
"Come with me and I will show you."
We went upstairs, I picked up the baby out of the crib and sand to it,
the baby was a girl named Heather. Michelle sat down and unbuttoned her
blouse; she then opened her front hook bra and let the baby start to
suck on her nipple. I was fascinated and really turned on. My panties
were getting wet; it must still be the boy in me I thought. "Does it
hurt"
"No," said Michelle, "your nipples can get sore, but so long as the baby
doesn't have teeth it is fine, but it is getting to be a little bit of a
drag on me."
"I don't have milk in my breasts," I said.
Michelle laughed, "You don't know a whole lot about birth and feeding
babies do you?"
"No," I said. She explained that the milk was in bottle sin the fridge
that she had pumped out some for tomorrow. Michelle became a little
embarrassed when I was staring at her tits. She then finished up with
the baby and put her back in her crib. We talked a little more about
care and then I said I would see her in the morning.
Friday came and I went over to Michelle's house, she said she would be
back that night. Around 10 the baby started crying, I changed her diaper
and then fed her. As I was feeding her I remembered yesterday and
started to get horny. I finished with the baby and put her back in her
crib. I then went downstairs and rubbed my tits for a while. I was
getting hot when the baby started crying again. I went back upstairs and
took the baby in my arms downstairs. She was fussy and I gave her
another bottle, as I was doing this I was very horny. I then decided to
open my blouse and unclipped my front clasp bra. The baby was done with
the bottle. I took the baby up to my breast and she latched on. It was
erotic. I let her suck for about five minutes and then felt ashamed. I
buttoned back up and put the baby back in her crib. They baby did seem
very content though. I felt that I had taken advantage of the child.
Through out the summer I continued to baby sit for a number of families
including Michelle. I was making some good money and my disposition was
getting better. I had also made some new girlfriends around the
neighborhood, so I wasn't feeling quite alone, yet I always felt like I
was acting, keeping up a fa?ade instead of showing the real me. It was
especially tough when the girls talked about boys. What I really wanted
was to talk about girls. It was tougher than you can imagine.
In august my mother came to me with good news, she was pregnant. I was
surprised; I had always thought they didn't want more children. I asked
my Mom about this, in a roundabout manner. They weren't even that young
anymore, my Mom was 40 and she was more interested in the antique store
that she and my dad had opened. She asked me, "Honey, we decided that we
wanted one more child and with you around and being mature it won't be
so bad."
"As a matter of fact, I want you to come to my doctor appointments with
me; I really want you to be a part of this."
"OK, that would be great!" I was really excited about this. I found the
whole idea of being a part of this just wonderful.
My Mothers pregnancy was going along fine, she was due in March and I
would be coming up on 16. We went to the doctors appointments together,
as Dad couldn't because someone had to stay and run the store. It was
really exciting to watch the ultrasounds of the baby and stuff. It was
also amazing at how fast everything went with the pregnancy. One day my
Mom was being asked questions by the nurse and one of the questions was,
"Will you breastfeed?"
My Mom answered, "No."
I was surprised at this my mom had breastfed me and had always said it
was wonderful. When we got home, I asked her about it. "Mom, you always
said you loved breastfeeding me, why not the new baby"? "Honey, I won't
have the time, I would only be able to do it about half the time I would
need."
"Oh," I said. "I wish there was someway I could help." She gave me a big
hug and thanked me for the offer, but said she did not see how.
A few weeks went by and then one day my mom came to see me in my room.
"Honey, I have a question"
"Shoot," I said. "Were you serious about your offer to help breastfeed
the baby?"
"Well uh yeah?I mean yes I was."
"Good. I did some research and it seems that with some effort, you can
produce milk. They do it all the time for women who adopt and so on." I
was now intrigued. What did I have to do I asked. She told me that we
would go visit my doctor and explain the issue. The next week we were in
my OB/GYN's office. She was delighted to help us. She prescribed some
drugs for me and told me to do some exercises. She also told me to use a
breast pump. The doctor said I might get milk within a month, but that
it might take 3 months, which at this point would work out almost
perfectly as my Mom was 6 months along and now really showing. She also
explained that my breasts would get bigger and to make sure I change my
bra accordingly. She said my breasts will feel full and heavy and that
if I wasn't able to breastfeed, but felt real uncomfortable, that I
should express my milk with the pump.
I started to take the pills and to hook myself up to the breast pump.
The pump felt strange, this big sucking on my tits. Kelly had come over
and was very interested in what I was doing, but she also found it weird
at how enthusiastic my parents were about this. I told her that I was
looking forward to the baby arriving. I kept thinking that maybe I
should tell her the truth about myself, but I realized that there was no
way she would probably believe me. She and I had a long talk about
babies and baby care. She said, "I guess when I get older I will be a
mother, how about you?"
My response was, "Oh I am sure I will someday." The whole idea of having
a baby was actually starting to intrigue me, but I was sure I would wait
until after college to even attempt it. Wait! What was I thinking, I
would have to have sex with a guy and the whole idea was repugnant to
me, I just couldn't. Now I was starting to get confused, must be the
hormones or something. I decided I should just concentrate on the baby
being born and helping my mother.
My mom was just entering her 9th month, it was decided that both my Dad
and I would be in the room for the birth. I was really happy about that;
I had been with her so much on this that I really wanted to be there for
the payoff. One morning I woke up and noticed that my breasts were real
heavy; I looked down at my nightshirt and saw the breast area was wet. I
went into the bathroom and took off my nightshirt. My breasts were
sticking out and seemed rounder; I took one and gave it a little squeeze
and suddenly milk sprayed out onto the mirror. I was so happy, my milk
was in. It was also a problem; my breasts were starting to hurt.
I went and found my Mom. She was so excited when I told her; I also told
her that I needed to express my milk as my breasts were in agony. She
had me put on a maternity bra that I had bought and I then went into my
room and used the breast pump to pump out some milk. I finally felt
better. I then got dressed and went rushing off to school. I found Kelly
and told her. She was really excited for me and gave me a kind of
mischievous look. Kelly and I went over to her house after school; we
were just watching the soaps and talking when she asked me a question.
"You will probably think I am weird, but can I taste your milk?"
I was actually kind of excited about this and thought for a minute and
then said, "You can, but only if you give me a chance to suck on your
breasts, I mean what's fair is fair."
She accepted my proposal. We went up to her room and took off our tops
and bra's, I sat on the bed and she laid her head across my lap, I
cradled her just like a baby and she then enveloped my breast in her
mouth and started to suck. I felt the milk start to go through my body
and let out a little moan, she drank for about five minutes and then
released my breast. She said, "That tastes good, sweeter than you would
expect."
"I am glad you liked it," I said. I then rolled her over onto the bed.
"Since you don't have milk, I can do this more erotically."
I then started to lick her nipples and twirl my tongue around her
breast, this was wonderful, and I heard her moan a little as I latched
on for a few good sucks. After about fifteen minutes she said, "We had
better stop, my parents will be home soon." I reluctantly stopped, I
came forward and French kissed her for a minute, damn I wish I were
still male. Of course if I were still male, I wouldn't be kissing this
girl. I ended up going home with wet panties.
I got into a routine of expressing my milk out everyday. About two weeks
later I was babysitting for Michelle. The weather was only supposed to
be for a few inches of snow, no big deal. She had gone off to a
reception in a town 30 miles away. The storm turned out to be about 24
inches of snow and it made for white out conditions. Michelle called
about 10:30 and said she didn't want to risk coming back tonight and
could I stay over with the baby. I said yes, and then realized we had a
problem.
"Michelle, we don't have enough milk for Heather' she has been eating up
a storm today."
Michelle said, "Just my luck, well there is some formula in the closet
she will have to have that."
I went into the closet, but found no formula. I told Michelle this.
"Oh Damn!" she said. "I had thrown it out; well I would say she could
have regular milk but I know that I ran out of that too." Michelle then
said, "Jennifer, I hate to ask this, but I was talking with your mom and
she explained how you are going to help out with the baby, I trust you
Jen, so um, could you please breastfeed Heather?"
I was surprised that my Mom had told anyone, I said, "Michelle, I would
be honored." I felt this might put her at ease, as it is a special bond
you develop while breastfeeding.
She said, "Oh thank you Jen, you are a real life saver. I will be back
in the morning after the roads are plowed."
I hung up with Michelle, called my parents to explain I wouldn't be home
and then went back to watching TV. At around 1:00 am Heather woke up. I
went into her room and picked her up. I then undid my blouse and opened
the flap on my maternity bra, I cradled the baby in the right position
and she latched on. Boy do the attach themselves; she sucked for all she
was worth. I felt milk going out of my breast. It felt really good. I
was gently rocking her and rubbing her face. She finally had had enough.
I burped her and put her back to sleep. I straighten myself out and went
to lie down. I would have to use my other breast for the next feeding. I
was amazed that I was feeling like a real woman. Heather then slept
through the night. Michelle did not get home until five the next
afternoon. When she came in I was walking around holding Heather as she
fed. Michelle smiled at me. I told her I fed her four times. Michele
thanked me for being a life saver and paid me double for my efforts.
About a week later my mom gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, we named
her Sarah. Being in the delivery room was strange. I got to see my
mother in a position most children don't. Watching the birth reminded me
of watching a birth on wild kingdom or something. I thought to myself,
"Damn, I came out of there too." There was more blood to it then I
thought there would be and, as a boy or girl, the placenta coming out
was just gross. My mom breastfed the baby while in the hospital; once we
got home we started splitting it. Luckily Sarah was an easy baby, she
was like clock work. Feeding at midnight, which I would handle and then
she would sleep until morning when my mom would feed her. This
arrangement was good for both of us. My parents were so happy at how
things were going, especially at how I was adjusting to "motherhood." I
mean it was like Sarah had two mothers at her disposal.
Life was for the better, but as time went on some things would be for
the worse. Life is not always what you expect.
To Be Continued...
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