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Right from the Start, Chapter Nineteen - By: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door who has now married Simone; Mrs Jane Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary and Sandra: Friends, Mary is 'bi' while her spouse Sandra is lesbian; Toni and Paula: Their Italian lesbian friends; Mrs Webster: Their old form Teacher; Doctor Wendy: Simone's Endocrinologist; Doctor Julie: Simone's Psychiatrist;. Sophia & Alicia; Mary and Sandra's mothers;. Jeanette & Sandie: The sales assistants in the boutique;. Virginia: A Model who will come to befriend them. Chapter Nineteen When the Sandie and Virginia arrived home, Simone met them at the airport. Naturally she was full of questions. "So how did it go? Can you, - you know?" Virginia nodded shyly and Simone extracted a firm promise to 'show and tell' when Virginia got back to the boutique. "Why are you so curious," asked Sandie, for she did not yet know of Simone's real condition. Simone blushed scarlet but Sandie thought is was because she was embarrassed for asking. Girls shouldn't ask to see a cockette unless they were intimate partners with the boy. The truth was that Simone had suddenly realised that Sandie had not been told of her own she-maleness. Sandie was about to have her own eyes opened yet further. Simone had wanted to compare their cocks for in the week that Sandie and Virginia had been at Doctor Wendy's clinic, Dorie Lou had finally revealed to Simone the secret of the libido drug. Dorie Lou had realised that because Doctor Wendy had told Virginia about the drug then Simone would invariably learn of it. It would be far better to learn from Dorie Lou than from another source. It was all a matter of trust. Simone was not angry; in fact she loved Dorie Lou even more for telling her the whole truth. The greatest pleasure had been the mutuality that now prevailed within their four-sided relationship with Mary and Sandra. Each night there was a fricassee of excitement as one of the four debated whether to suggest sex. Such was the power of their young libidos though, that one of the four invariably made the suggestion and the fun inevitably followed. In that short few days from Monday to Friday night, Simone had forgotten that Sandie was not yet a party to fun that Virginia had learned of at the new apartment that Mary, Sandra, Dorie Lou and Simone now shared. As Simone continued blushing, Sandie grinned at Simone as she giggled. "I'm not sure I should let you see Virginia's cock. You might want to share it." Sandie's blushes faded as she exchanged a knowing glance with Virginia. "I think you'd better tell her Vinny." "Tell me what?" asked Sandie. Virginia frowned slightly then took Sandie in her arms and looked straight into her face as she kissed her to reassure her before dropping the bombshell. "I've got a little surprise to tell you." "What's that?" "Simone is like me, a she-male." "What!!" squealed Sandie disbelievingly. "A she-male," added Simone, "A girl with a cockette, just like Virginia," Sandie Jaw sagged at first then a knowing smile spread across her face. "So you and Dorie Lou, you're, -." "We're husband and wife, not two spinster sisters." "Oooh my Go-od!" squealed Sandie, "This gets better and better. Why don't you come down to the club then?" "We've only been in town since a few months before we opened the boutique. We've been too busy to indulge in such luxuries. By the way, we've got two new house-guests at the new apartment." "Who?" asked Virginia. "Toni and Paula, the two Italian girls, the ones who design the Bella Firento range." "Oooh, I've been dying to meet them," declared Virginia, "There stuff is the stuff that sells so well isn't it?" "I don't think we should refer to it as 'stuff'," cautioned Simone. "They're very proud of their designs and hope to go global soon. They had a spectacular success at Milan last week." "OK, I stand corrected. So I presume they're over here to do some deals." "The deal's are already done. Dorie Lou's mother, that is my stepmother, invested in them when we were on our honeymoon. She's got shares in Bella Firento and we'll be the main wholesale outlet for their designs on this side of the Atlantic." "Sound's interesting," grinned Virginia as she squeezed Sandie tight to contain her excitement. "Yes," continued Simone, "Dorie Lou is accompanying them to New York and L.A. to market the line and arrange retail outlets. Apparently Bella Firento is causing a buzz already in Paris and London. I think we might have struck gold here." "Who'll be modelling it?" asked Virginia, who was nervous about her shemale transvestism becoming a nationwide issue. "You, if you're up for it," replied Simone. "You're a bloody good model. It could be the making of you." "But my transvestism, what if, -?" "Oh bugger 'what if'! It's done you no harm in our own small city and we're right next door to the Bible belt. America had better get ready. I think it already is." "Yes," added Sandie, "when I chat to the ladies at your modelling sessions they're more supportive than critical." "What exactly do they say?" asked Virginia. "Oh the most usual is that they like you, but they wouldn't want to go to bed with you. They prefer their own men to be 'men - men' but they've no objections to 'people like you'. They aren't attracted to you but they like the way you model." "Yeah, but if I go national, there'll be all sorts of nutters out there." "They're already out there," countered Sandie. "Just be natural and sweet when you're interviewed on television. Your sweet nature will come through. Be courteous and considerate. Don't become a prima-dona!" Virginia became thoughtful. Her dream had always been to somehow break free of her mother and sister's evil shackles. Now the opportunity had arrived, she was frightened. "D'you want to go straight home or to the boutique first?" asked Simone. "I want to go straight home. My mum will be expecting me," replied Sandie. "You're a lucky girl you know," observed Virginia. "Why, because of my mum and dad." "Yeah, they care so much and yet they treat you like an adult. I mean, letting you accompany me and your still just seventeen." "They trust me. I won't betray that trust." "But what about you and me, what will they say if, or rather when they find out about me?" "I'll tell them long before it gets to that stage." "So that might be fairly soon then," pointed out Simone. Sandie fell silent. There would be issues that she would soon have to address but she did not want to hurt her parents. Simone became supportive. "Don't worry too much. You'd be surprised how adaptive people can become when their children's happiness is at stake. You should speak to Mary and Sandra about their marriage. Their parent's were dead set against it at first. But now, well, with the prospect of grandchildren from both daughters they're more excited than ever. 'Twice the fun' say their mothers." The conversation fell silent briefly as Sandie and Virginia chewed things over in their minds. The silence was briefly interspersed with Simone asking directions until they turned up in one of the poorer neighbourhoods. Before Simone had pulled up at the kerb, Sandie was bouncing up the path. Her mother answered the door and Virginia watched enviously as mother and daughter embraced feverishly before exchanging a few words and turning to invite Virginia and Simone in. Sandie's mother's smiles were wide and open and Virginia savoured the warmth of the welcome as they were ushered into the kitchen to share some coffee and cookies. She first thanked Virginia for looking after Sandie and bringing her home safely then she asked Virginia about her hospital stay. Virginia explained that it was a specialist treatment but chose her words carefully. It would remain for Sandie to explain everything in her own time. They chatted for nearly an hour about the boutique and the plans for expansion as Sandie's mum warmed to Virginia and Simone. Fortunately, Sandie's mum had never visited the boutique nor heard of Virginia's she-male transvestism. Her purse would never have run to such extravagance even with Sandie's staff discounts. Eventually, Simone and Virginia made their excuses and returned to the boutique leaving Sandie at home. As they left, Sandie's mum smiled and pecked both 'girls' on their cheeks affectionately. They watched the car pull away then Sandie's mum turned to Sandie and smiled. "That's a nice car. D'you think you'll get to buy something like that one day?" "If I stay with the boutique and share in the expansion plans, maybe I could." "A career girl then. Is it?" Sandie sensed her mother's fears and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry mum. You'll get your grandchildren. I want kids as well." "Oh you!" protested her mum, but the relief was there for Sandie to recognise in her mum's smile. She took her suitcase upstairs and reappeared dressed for work. "Oh, are you going in then?" "Yes mum. Friday's a busy day, especially in the late afternoon, people getting outfits for the weekend." "OK then girl. If it means money then go for it. Will you be coming home after or going out with Virginia?" "I don't know yet, I'll call you." "She's a really nice girl that Virginia, isn't she?" "Yes mum. She's really nice." They kissed affectionately and Sandie bounced out of the house. Within a few blocks she was on the subway and speeding downtown. In the boutique, Sandie met Toni and Paula for the first time. Dorie Lou introduced her as Jeanette prepared coffees. Virginia was already modelling some items that Toni and Paula had brought over from Italy and several well-heeled ladies were slavering at the designs. There were also some buyers from Houston making deals for distribution in Texas. Word of the designs had travelled quickly. The buyers were busy with Simone in the back room choosing outfits for Virginia to model and the boutique was a frenzy of activity. They had to extend the hours and it was nearly eight before they finally closed their doors. Dorie Lou was extremely satisfied with the day's business and all the staff were invited back to their apartment. As they squeezed into the car, a fricassee' of excitement rippled through the group for the secrets of the libido pills were now known to them. The innocent Sandie could sense the tension but was a little afraid. She had yet to explore the whole spectrum of her sexuality and was in fact somewhat apprehensive. As everybody chattered away in the crowded back seat of the car she nervously squeezed Virginia's hand. Virginia sensed Sandie apprehensions and returned the squeeze as she mouthed softly. "If you're afraid, we can drop out of this one." Sandie mouthed back. "I don't think I'm ready for all this. What's going to happen?" Virginia nodded sagely. Sandie after all, was still only just turned eighteen and still fairly innocent. It would be a shame if Sandie felt forced to join in the action and then feel guilt or shame. Instead Virginia suggested that Dorie Lou put them off at Virginia's apartment and carry on alone. The chatter ceased for a moment as the others suddenly realised the situation. Dorie Lou quickly picked up on Sandie's trepidation so she smiled reassuringly in the driving mirror and immediately diverted towards Virginia's apartment. Sandie felt her stomach sag with relief and gratefully egressed with Virginia as the car pulled up at the kerb. "See you tomorrow morning; don't be late," chirped Dorie Lou as Sandie and Virginia waved them off. Once alone on the pavement, Virginia turned affectionately to Sandie who asked what was going to happen at Dorie Lou and Simone's apartment. Virginia hesitated then explained softly. "Well, I know that Dorie Lou, Simone, Mary and Sandra share a huge bed most nights." "And they use the libido pills," added Sandie. "Yes," replied Virginia openly. "And those two pretty Italian girls, Toni and Paula, do they do it as well?" Virginia nodded and Sandie sighed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for all that, - you know; six in a bed stuff." Virginia smiled softly as she unlocked her apartment door and held the door open for Sandie to enter. Sandie turned again as she tried to explain. "I feel like I'm betraying my mom and dad. I don't want to hurt them." Virginia hesitated in the hall and asked if Sandie wanted to go upstairs to her own apartment or would she prefer to go home. "Oh I like it with you. That's OK, I'm old enough and I like you, but six or even eight in bed, I'm just not into that. I'm a one man woman." Virginia felt a warm feeling surge through her breast as she bent forward and kissed Sandie on the lips. Then she whispered softly. "If you're a one man woman, then I'm a one woman man. Come on lets prove it." Having established her boundaries, Sandie happily scampered up the stairs and Virginia followed her as she eyed the promise under Sandie's mini skirt. In the apartment, the pair stripped naked and Sandie still couldn't reconcile herself to Virginia's beautiful feminine form when she knew that after taking the pill, Virginia would sprout one of the most delicious cocks Sandie had ever seen. She watched as Virginia carefully cut the pill and slipped half into each glass of water. "Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Virginia one last time. Sandie nodded firmly and swallowed the water to demonstrate her commitment. Virginia smiled and followed suit as the pair settled on the bed to await events. Sandie could not resist settling between Virginia's knees to watch the advent of Virginia's response to the pill. She did not have to wait long as the little bud under Virginia's clitty hood soon started to emerge like a tortoise from under it's shell or a snail from it's shell. Sandie could still not get over the delightful novelty and she reached forward with her lips to take the growing penis in her lips and gently 'assist' it to it's full potential. Virginia gasped with delight and humped responsively until her cockette had grown into a real cock. It was several minutes before Sandie started to recognise her own responses and she gasped as a growing need enveloped her vagina. She desperately wanted her sex filled with cock and there right before her very eyes, was the perfect organ. She deliberately dallied a while until her urges started to overwhelm her then, with an urgent squeal, she impaled herself on the totem of her every being. Within seconds the pair were pounding madly as they drove to the first of several orgasms that were to engulf them that evening. Later as they lay in each other's arms, Sandie sighed softly. Virginia squirmed against her and murmured. "What's wrong?" "I have to go. My mum will be worried." "Why, you've just spent nearly a week away from home." "Yes but that was different, my mum thinks I was looking after you because you were ill." "Well it's true, you were." "OK, but that was because you were in hospital. She doesn't mind me being a guardian angel. If she thought I was a fallen angel, she'd feel let down. I don't want to let her down. In our family, so far, I've been the only girl not to get pregnant before I get married." "But you can't get pregnant," sobbed Virginia, "well not by me." "It's not the pregnancy that I'm worried about, I just don't want to hurt mum. She'll worry like hell if I stay out all night." "But it's late. I think the last subway has gone. And if it hasn't, it's still dangerous at this time of night." "I'll get a cab. I'm working now, and I can afford a cab." "Come on then," sighed Virginia, "Let's do it one more time." Having garnished Virginia's agreement, Sandie relaxed and they savoured their last indulgence for the night before Sandie dressed while Virginia ordered a cab. Then they took the anti libido powders and their urges subsided. At the door of her apartment, Virginia embraced Sandie urgently. "I'll miss you. I was so hoping to spend the night with you." "You will, soon. I just have to get things past mum and dad." "D'you want me to come with you?" "Why?" wondered Sandie, "I'll be safe in the cab." "It just shows that I care. If your mum realises I care for you, that'll go some way." Sandie considered the idea and smiled as she nodded. She spoke to the cabbie. "Can you hold on for a bit?" "The meter's ticking lady. I can wait all night." Hearing this, Virginia dashed into her apartment and emerged minutes later dressed soberly. They clambered back into the cab and noticed the cabbie checking them out in his mirror. Virginia made to kiss Sandie just to make a point to the cabbie but Sandie resisted. "Not here. If the cabbie knows where I live, he might know somebody in my neighbourhood. There are a few cabbies living on our street. They might think I'm a lesbian or something." Virginia smiled at Sandie's reactions. It was bizarre how Sandie could be worried about being thought gay whilst being quite prepared to sleep with a transvestite shemale. Sandie's blue-collar family seemed to have peculiar prejudices. She whispered in Sandie's ear. "You're family are weird." Sandie took umbrage. "No they're not! I may be blond, that's because my mum is blond, but my dad's a Latino. There's a lot of macho stuff in our neighbourhood. If I get pregnant before I'm married then I'm a slut! There's a lot of shame but if I have a bambino after marriage, then I've done my duty by the family and by God. The only thing my dad's family have got is honour. My parent's can hold their head high because their daughter has not got pregnant out of wedlock. This stuff counts around our neighbourhood." "But you can't have a 'bambino' by me," protested Virginia a little angrily. Sandie was immediately contrite. "Oh darling! I didn't mean it like that! It's just, well, - like I said. All my family have got is honour. I'm sorry. I forgot." They continued chatting until the taxi brought Sandie to her door. Virginia was invited in again and this time Sandie's younger brother was there as well as her parents. He immediately took a shine to Virginia as he answered the door. Virginia was 'groped' almost before she got through the door and she jerked with surprise as she felt his hand squeeze her breast while the other pinched her bum. Virginia could do little to protest in the hall for she did not want to cause any offence so she laid a trap and chose to sit on the settee after exchanging greetings. Sandie and her mother then stepped into the kitchen to make some coffee while her dad prepared to go to work for he was working a night shift on a big construction project. As he left for work, Sandie's brother parked himself on the settee beside Virginia. Virginia immediately sensed the threat and retreated to the far end of the settee. He was not taking 'no' for an answer and he edged along the settee as his hand slipped along the top of the settee. Before Virginia could respond, she felt the other hand on her stockinged thigh as it tried to feel it's way up her skirt. Virginia was well practised at deterring unwanted attention and her long sharp nails dug hard into his wrist enough to draw blood. He cursed and whipped his hand away. "Bitch!" he cursed in a hoarse whisper. "Little Bastard!" hissed Virginia with equal vehemence. The blood continued to flow and he was forced to retreat to the bathroom to stem the flow. When Sandie returned with coffee and cookies she asked where he was. "In the bathroom, he's cut himself." As she said this she exposed her nails and made a cat scratching motion. Sandie immediately got the message and her eyes flashed her anger as she cursed. "Did he hurt you?" Virginia wagged her head and grinned. "He's the one with the cuts." "Good for you girl! He's a little bastido!" Virginia shrugged dispassionately and sipped her coffee as Sandie's mother appeared. Sandie immediately protested to her about her younger brother's behaviour. Her mother apologised but it was obvious that Sandie's brother was a spoilt bully who thought he could mistreat any woman. 'No wonder Latino girls sometimes went about with chaperone's,' thought Virginia, 'if her brother was an example of their men-folk.' Sandie sensed Virginia's thoughts and protested. "My older brother is not like him. He's a gentleman." Virginia smiled graciously and continued sipping her coffee. It was obvious that Sandie's mother was distraught but she was not mistress in her own house. There was some undercurrent that Virginia was missing so she sat quietly sipping her coffee for a suitable period then respectfully made her apologies and left. "It's getting late. I'll have trouble getting a taxi if it gets later. See you tomorrow. Saturday's a busy day and we'll be needed. Best get some sleep." Regretfully, Sandie bid Virginia goodnight then turned in a fury towards her mother. "That fucking little brother! If he fucks it up between Virginia and me, I'll kill him!" Sandie mother remained silent. Her only weapon was to complain vociferously to Sandie's father but she knew with a sickening certainty that it would have little effect. Her husband was little better than her youngest son. Sandie recognised the impasse and cursed again. "If he causes trouble with Virginia, I'll tell Raoule." This was a far more effective threat. Raoule was Sandie's older brother and far more likely to address the issue of his younger brother's machismo. Sandie and Raoule were close friends after having shared their difficult childhood days in the barridas of Brazil before emigrating to America. They felt that Raoule had had things far too easy having been born in America. On this note mother and daughter settled for a truce. Eventually, her brother emerged from the bathroom and glared at Sandie. The bandage on his wrist still bore bloody witness to Virginia's effective response. To avoid ant further argument, Sandie took Virginia's advice and went to bed. Saturday promised to be busy in the boutique. Meanwhile, back in Dorie Lou's apartment, five girls and Simone savoured a bacchanalian evening of excess as all five girls indulged in Simone's services whilst yet comparing notes on the progress of their babies. It was two a.m. before the sextet finally fell asleep. Saturday found eight people in the boutique but even so business was so brisk that everybody was busy. Toni and Paula, the Italian designers, were delighted with Virginia's modelling skills and accepted Dorie Lou's suggestion that she be contracted to continue modelling the lines for the foreseeable future. "After all," grinned Dorie Lou, "she can't get pregnant so she can model indefinitely." "And besides," added Simone, "when all you girls come to term with your babies at the same time, who'll be holding the fort here? Virginia and me, - that's who!" This logic was indisputable and the arrangements were fixed that day amidst the hectic bustle of Saturday's trading. Things were looking up for everybody. As the weeks drew on, all five girls, Dorie Lou, Mary, Sandra, Toni and Paula began to show. Gradually then eased off their workloads and left Simone, Sandie, Jeanette and Virginia to run the boutique. Naturally they had to take on extra staff because Simone was busy expanding the outlets in New York, Los Angeles and Houston until it was time for Dorie Lou to take the reins again. Soon the time arrived when all the girls began to 'pop'. Dorie Lou was delighted to have twins, one of each, whilst Sandra and Mary both had daughters. For Simone it was a time of delight, because her stepmother Jane Benson had arranged for her to take lactation hormones to stimulate her milk. Within hours of her babies being born, Simone was savouring the delights of breast-feeding her children. The apartment soon resembled a cr?che but fortunately Dorie Lou's foresight had addressed this issue. During their pregnancies, the apartment next door had fallen empty and they had purchased the lease. It was a simple step to combine both apartments into one huge apartment and there was ample room for all. Jane Benson moved in with her grandchildren and shared the delights of rearing the children with Simone. Inevitably, the lactation hormones tended to 'dumb Simone down' a little. She soon settled down into a contented bovine routine of milk - eat - sleep, milk - eat - sleep interspersed with delightful interludes of mothering and playing with the babies. Within days of all the babies being born, Simone had lost all interest in the boutiques and settled into the routine of a 'milk-cow'. Every day she was to be seen in a dreamy haze of maternal contentment accompanying her stepmother through the park as they took the babies for a walk. Naturally they took the babies to the boutique every lunchtime so that Dorie Lou could enjoy an hour or so with the babies and indulge in a little breast-feeding whilst Sandie, Jeanette and Virginia spoiled them rotten. For the first month, Sandra and Mary savoured their maternal leave and shared in the lactative duties but eventually they had to return to work. They and Dorie Lou let their milk dry up and the pleasures became all Simone's and Jane's. Jane was a past master at caring for cracked and sore nipples and she soon had Simone well trained in the care of her nipples. Despite feeding four babies several times a day, her nipples remained soft and sensitive. The oddest side effect was that Simone's nipples became somewhat more sensitive and after a few months of constant lactation she found herself experiencing erections after feeding the babies. At first she became suspicious of her mother in law and asked Jane about it. "It's every time. As soon as I put the last baby down I feel horny. You're not feeding me any secret pills are you?" Jane was taken aback and a bit nonplussed at the question. "Good gracious no darling, I wouldn't dare do that. The medication could get into your milk and affect the babies." "So it's natural then. I'm getting erections without Dorie Lou's libido Pills." "It appears so," observed Jane. "Do they go down naturally as well?" Simone nodded thoughtfully as she anticipated Jane Benson's next remark. "Your metabolism must be stabilising then. You're a very luck girl. You obviously now have a functioning penis and fully functioning breasts. What more could a boy-girl like you want?" Simone smiled contentedly and shimmied her thighs together as her high gloss tights whispered evocatively together. Jane heard the hiss and turned to note Simone's sensual behaviour. She smiled indulgently and gently kissed Simone on the cheek. Simone had turned into the perfect partner for her beloved daughter Dorie Lou. Theirs was a match made in heaven. A beautiful lady-boy who gave Dorie Lou everything she could ever have wanted. Jane Benson was also thoroughly contented that dear Simone had turned into a perfect 'daughter-in-law'. 'A boy to give her grandchildren, yet a caring sharing boy who served to help in every way a loving daughter could. Jane was also a contented woman. With the morning's feeding session finished, Jane helped Simone gently rub the cream into her swollen nipples and Simone giggled with delight. "If you do that too much, you'll get me horny again then I wont be able to walk properly. Well not in this dress." Jane smiled and ceased rubbing. But there was no denying that Simone's nipples had become stiff and erect. Simone gasped and sighed despondently. "It's no use. I'll have to go and relieve myself. I can't walk around the park like this, look!" Jane glanced down and nodded agreement. There was no hiding the thick column of boy flesh poking out the front of Simone's light summer frock. She pulled a wry smile and gently took Simone by the shoulders to direct her to the bathroom. "Go on then. Go and relieve yourself while I play with the babies." Ten minutes later Simone reappeared looking slightly flushed and wearing a change of frocks. "Sorry, I splashed the other one. I'll have to take it down the cleaners on the way to the park." Jane Benson smiled affectionately. She remembered the days of her youth when her twin brother had occasionally stained his pants by accidental emissions. At the time Jane's mother had expressed annoyance but when the boy had been killed in action years later, both Jane and her mother remembered such boyish indulgences with remorseful affection. Jane Benson missed her brother and often wondered how he might have turned out as a father. Sadly his early death had left Jane as an only child. All she had now were her 'daughters' and her grandchildren. In the park they chatted with other mothers until Dorie Lou appeared and they retreated to the caf? were the others were already eating. They discussed progress with the business and the forthcoming appointments with Doctor Wendy. "So who's going this time?" asked Jane Benson. "Just, Simone and Virginia and I," replied Sandie. "It's only for the Friday and Saturday." "You're busiest time," noted Jane. "We've got new staff now," added Dorie Lou. "Sandie's also combining business with pleasure. She's sorting out the lease on a site on Fifth Avenue." "Who'll feed the babies while Simone's away?" asked Jane Benson. "You'll have to do it, besides' they're nearly weaned now." Dorie Lou did not miss the feint shadow that crossed her mother's countenance. But she smiled and grinned evocatively. "Come on mummy. They're nearly a year old now. They can't stay on milk all their lives. Besides, Mary and Sandra are beginning to wonder about it. They don't mind you indulging your pleasures but not to the detriment of their girls' development. They say it's embarrassing when they visit their parents and the girls demand bottles of milk." Reluctantly Jane Benson agreed and turned to Simone. "What about you?" "I think Dorie Lou's right. Much as I love feeding them, it's time they were weaned. Besides, there could be others." Jane Benson's brows rose hopefully but Dorie Lou soon scotched her hopes. "Not yet mom. Not yet!" "But soon," replied Jane as the hope made itself plain in her words. Dorie Lou shrugged and nudged Simone as she grinned at her mother. "Ask her. She's the father. It takes two to plan a family." Simone blushed as she smiled and nodded ever so slightly. With the obvious promise of another attempt to give her another grandchild, Jane Benson smiled contentedly and sipped her coffee. Her cup was running over. The talk of babies was making Sandie restless and Virginia distressed. Sandie tapped Dorie Lou's ankle with her toe and motioned towards Virginia with her head. Dorie Lou quickly got the message and changed the subject to the plans for New York. Eventually, the meal ended and they went their ways. Jane chatted enthusiastically to Simone. "D'you want another baby?" Simone smiled and nodded contentedly. She thoroughly enjoyed breast- feeding and couldn't for the life of her, understand why some women found it so unpleasant. 'Provided one took care of one's nipples and fed the babies regularly to avoid leakages, breast feeding was one of the most satisfying things that Simone could imagine'. She explained this to her stepmother who grinned. "Well, I suppose if you can't actually have a baby, then feeding one is the next best thing." "Mmmm, I suppose so," conceded Simone as she adjusted her heavy breasts. "Come on, we'd best get home, I'm feeling full now." The whole group quickened their steps as they pushed their strollers along the sidewalk. By the time they arrived at the apartment, Simone was on the point of leakage and only just managed to put a baby to each breast in time. Jane quickly followed suit and they sat contentedly facing each other as their charges took their fill. It was always Simone's most contented moment, being able to produce this delightful precious stuff from her own body and nurture another human being. 'Girl's were just so lucky!' she thought as the milk flowed through her sensitive nipples. Soon the babies fell asleep and the nursing mothers gently placed them in their cribs before taking naps themselves. Naturally, Simone slept longer than Jane because she had to relieve her erection before finally going to sleep. The cries of the babies woke both women around three. Eventually, Friday arrived and the tension mounted for Virginia. It was to be her sixth check up and possibly the last one to see if there was any hope of her ever producing sperm. Doctor Wendy never gave up hope but Virginia was becoming ever more despondent. As the three 'girls' boarded the flight, Virginia was silent. Sandie sensed her despondency and remained silent. There was nothing she could say or do to alleviate Virginia's mood. Her mood continued all through the flight and it was fortunate that Virginia had the window seat whilst Sandie and Simone had the other two. Only Sandie in the centre seat saw the occasional nervous tear escape Virginia's silent mask. Doctor Wendy met them as always and drove them from the airport. Sandie stopped off in town then the others continued on to the clinic. In the clinic, Simone's tests went as expected and her medication prescriptions were soon repeated. Finally it came to Virginia's turn. After a careful examination, Doctor Wendy finally got Virginia to masturbate. Then she slipped into her laboratory as Virginia rose and sighed resignedly. She rejoined Simone in the waiting room and Simone hugged her as Virginia's pent up tears finally burst through her stoical dam. The constant and repeated failures were just too much to bear. She was still sobbing uncontrollably in Simone's arms when Doctor Wendy reappeared. Simone raised a questioning eyebrow and Doctor Wendy shrugged cautiously. Simone sensed the import and slowly forced Virginia to confront her fears. Through tearful eyes made dull with resignation through constant failures Virginia turned and peered at the doctor. She raised her eyebrows and frowned in expectation of the usual disappointment but to her surprise, Doctor Wendy waggled her outstretched hand to signal new uncertainty. Virginia immediately released herself from Simone's embrace and sat up expectantly. "Well? What is it?" "I cant be sure yet." "Oh don't play with me! What d'you mean?" "I'm not playing Virginia. God forbid! It's too important for play. The simple answer is I'm not sure, but I think I've found a single sperm." "Sperm!!" screeched Virginia, "You mean I'm, -." "Fertile," replied Doctor Wendy, finishing the question, "Well, no not yet; not technically. One sperm in two c,c, of seminal fluid would be technically described as ordinarily sterile. You would never make a girl pregnant by having sex. The single sperm was almost dead; in fact it showed virtually no motility and would never have reached Sandie's egg. However, it gives us hope!" Virginia fell deathly silent waiting for Doctor Wendy to continue. "Fortunately, we have excellent techniques for locating and capturing the most inactive of sperm and with invitrio fertilisation there's a remote chance." "When!" demanded Virginia, hardly able to contain her excitement. "Oh that's a good while away. I'm going to put you on a different course of treatment and Sandie will have to donate her eggs. It'll be at least two years before we can even start the treatment. Even then it'll be touch and go, the less motility, the less healthy the sperm, and the less chance of conception. Virginia's going to have to be in tip top health like a bloody brood mare. The healthier her eggs, the better but I want Sandie to be around twenty or so. There's the family politics and ethical procedures to address. It's a conundrum but Sandie's at the best biological age right now, eighteen and in truth, now would be the best time to try, but there's all the legal stuff first." "Bugger the legal stuff!" snapped Virginia. "Sorry, I can't ignore that side of it, there's my licence you see." Virginia thumped her fist against the table and swore but Wendy simply smiled inwardly. Virginia's anger was better than Virginia's self pity and there was now an infinitesimally small sign of hope. Virginia and Simone returned home that same evening but Sandie stayed ostensibly to address the preparations to open a sister boutique in New York but she was also addressing the issue of providing some of her eggs for freezing. Doctor Wendy had mentioned that the younger she was when she donated eggs, the better the chances of a successful invitrio fertilization. Thus Sandie had decided to provide some eggs when she was only eighteen. Then if she waited until she was twenty or so, there would be the potential to use either her younger eggs taken from the deep freeze or her current eggs. Wendy would have both options to consider if or when the opportunity arrived. It now depended on Wendy's treatment for Virginia. Sandie followed the others home on the Wednesday and joined her boy- girlfriend Virginia in the Crossroads store that Wednesday evening. Virginia had been in a pensive thoughtful mood but she perked up when Sandie returned. They chatted about babies but it was still in the hands of God and Virginia wasn't very hopeful. Her own high school biology lessons had taught her that it took millions of sperm to ensure fertilization of just the one egg and that particularly lucky sperm invariably had to be the fittest and luckiest little blighter out of all the millions. Despite having virtually lost hope, Virginia had decided to persevere with Doctor Wendy's treatment and so it was to be for the next two years. During those two years Dorie Lou and Simone's boutique business grew in Tandem with Toni and Paula's fashion range while 'Cross roads' remained 'steady as she goes'. Eventually, Virginia's reputation as a model grew to local fame and she was forced to admit during a press interview that she was a transvestite. To her friends' surprise and just as Dorie Lou had predicted, this confession actually enhanced Virginia's reputation. Virginia's stunning beauty that so successfully displayed the clothes intrigued women. They somehow garnished a sublimal message that if a transvestite, (A man indeed!), could actually look good in such clothes then the designs would surely do the same for them. Rich matrons flocked to buy the more conservative versions of Toni and Paula's designs whilst young girls raved about the more outlandish and spectacular styles. The partners soon realised that they had tapped into a rich vein of unfulfilled aspirations amongst all ages of women. It came as no surprise when Sandie came home one evening to find her mother holding a fashion magazine with several pages of Virginia modelling the designs. The same article of course had dwelt upon Virginia's real sex and it was this that had been exercising Sandie's mother all afternoon. "But is she really a man?" begged her mother as the distress caused her voice to crack. Sandie nodded silently, unsure as how to answer. She recognised her mother's hurt. "But, - but you've stayed over with him. Have you, - you know?" "Her mummy. Virginia's more of a her than a he." "Him, her, it! What does it matter? Have you, - you know, have you been with him?" Sandie's silence said it all to her mother. She let out a wail of despair and slumped onto the settee as the magazine fell from her fingers. For long moments Sandie did not know what to say or do. She simply stood there staring at her sobbing mother. For months now she had been anticipating this day but still she did not know how to address it. She just did not have the courage to bring the subject up. After what seemed an age, Sandie slowly settled on the settee beside her mother and tentatively placed her hand on her mother's lap. It was not rejected or pushed away and this reassured her. She let it lie there waiting for her mother's next response. Slowly the sobbing abated and her mother took Sandie's hand in hers as she explored Sandie's fingers. "How do you think your father will take it?" asked her mother. Sandie mumbled almost inaudibly. "I don't know. I was hoping that somehow, you would, -." "Me! Why me? This is your mess. What sort of woman are you? What sort of man, - or woman is this creature?" "She's not a creature!" squealed Sandie, "She's a lovely girl. God knows! You've met her enough times!" "But you, - you, - you sleep with him, - her, - it!" "Her!" protested Sandie yet again, "She's a her! She's a woman!" "But this article here!" Her mother reached down and snatched the fashion magazine off the floor then scrabbled thorough the pages. "Here! See! It says quite plainly. It's a man. It's even got a co, - a co, -" Sandie mother failed to finish. Words failed her. "A cock! Yes that's it. Virginia's got a cock. All right then, so technically she's a man but to me she's a girl friend. We relate as two very close girlfriends. The other stuff is just incidental." "Incidental!! Incidental!! What d'you mean incidental? How can sex be incidental?" Sandie sat silent as she gathered her thoughts. Her mother's reactions had forced her to focus on her relationship, to analyse it, as she had never thought to do so before. Finally she found the words. "Look mummy. Who do you confide in the most, Aunty Roxy or dad?" Sandie's mother fell silent. In truth Sandie's dad did not really talk to his wife much about 'problems'. He thought such emotional intimacy as 'women's behaviour'. He took it for granted that feelings and emotional affairs were simply something that affected men very little. Like nearly all men, such stuff was best left unexplored. If the sex was good and his wife failed to complain about that, then his side of the bargain was complete. Long intimate chats about any other really personal or family stuff were best left for women to talk about amongst themselves. Like lots of women, Sandie's mother had chosen her sister as the support pillar as they shared intimacies and problems. It seemed that women were just better at this sort of stuff. As Sandie's mum ran these thoughts through her mind Sandie waited then continued. "Look mummy. In her head, Virginia is a girl and a very sweet gentle forgiving girl at that. We share even the most basic secrets and we share all our problems. Virginia is to me what Aunty Roxy is to you, my best, best friend. We talk about everything and we share everything. Every woman likes to have a real friend who is a girl." Sandie's mother nodded thoughtfully and Sandie continued before she could raise an objection. "Well Virginia also has a cock. So my best friend is also my partner. Just how good is that? We talk about everything and we share everything including our thoughts and our bodies." Sandie's mother bit her lip. Thousands of times in her life she had wished that her husband had just listened and possibly offered her some support but always it had been the same. Once a week he had plonked some money on the table and considered his side of the bargain complete. She could count on half a hand the number of times they had ever gotten to first base in the emotional stakes, then he had simply thrown his hands up in the air and 'left it to her to sort it out'. Throughout her marriage, Sandie's mother had found this emotionally barren and quickly co-opted her sister as the emotional buttress. 'Yes', she thought, 'perhaps Sandie might be right. It must be pure bliss to have a man who was prepared to share the 'woman's side of a relationship', the 'emotional side'. She found herself squeezing her daughter's hand and unconsciously fingering Sandie's third finger. Sandie sensed the sublimal message and considered it. 'Marriage was a long way off but still on the cards.' She gently pressed her mother's hand with her other hand and lingered significantly on her own wedding finger. "Mom, would it really upset you if I did marry Virginia?" "Marry her! Two women can't get married!" "You've said it yourself mom. Technically and legally, Virginia's a man. She's got a cock to prove it." "But think of the, - think of what people would say!" "But think of my happiness mom. Virginia's a sweet caring considerate girl in her head. I'd be married to my best friend! I'd also be blissfully happy." After a long pause her mother looked straight into Sandie's eyes. "You're not a lesbian are you?" "Oh good God mom! Why do you think that? Virginia's a man in the sex department; it's just that she's so sweet and caring. You know what the boys are like around here. They're all just macho jocks. They're glands with one thing on their tiny one-track minds." Sandie's mother nodded slowly. In that observation, her daughter Sandie was absolutely right. She squeezed her daughter again. "Would you really be happy?" "Yes, we really do love each other." "What about your father?" "What about him?" "What if he objects? I mean, how would he hold his head up at work?" "So his daughter's partner is not to his approval. So what? Hundred's of other daughters have married men their father's disapprove of." "So you'd run away if you have to." "Only if he forces it to be that way." "And then I'd never see my grandchildren." "Of course you would if you want to. I'm not a blackmailer. Anyway, I'll only be living down town, just half a dozen subway stops away. That's not running away is it? " Sandie refrained from mentioning the slightest whisper of Virginia's fertility problems and the conversation dried up. Sandie stood up and offered to make some coffee. Her mother nodded silently. It was obvious that she was not entirely happy but there was little that Sandie could do. She loved Virginia and that was that! In the kitchen they resumed talking and before Sandie knew it her father was coming home from work. Her fears showed plainly in her face but her mother reassured her. "Don't worry. I'll handle him." "Thanks mom," sighed Sandie as the weight lifted off her shoulders. They ate dinner listening to her dad unwind about problems at work. They were laying people off and he was worried. Even on the 'last in, first out' basis, his long tenure at the company did not ensure his job. That night was not the night to burden him with more problems. He talked about the problem. "They might not get any of the new contracts at the freeway construction site. They lost an important continuity contract to supply the dammed stuff after some checks were made. The boss's son got mixed up with some shady people and the materials weren't up to quality. The old man's fuming and he's sacked his son but the damage is done. There's a pair of engineers, both women and real uptight about quality. They brought down the whole house of cards on the last contract and now nobody moves an inch without double-checking it with these girls. After the last Los Angeles earthquake, everybody's uptight about concrete. Jeeze! It's a mess!" Sandie and her mom let him grumble on but Sandie was already thinking of a new angle. There were only two female engineers that she knew of, working on the freeway, Mary and Sandra. 'Maybe, just maybe,' thought Sandie as she gathered the dishes and cleared the table. As she filled the dishwasher her mother touched her shoulder lightly. "I'll not bother him tonight, he's got enough on his plate." Sandie stretched forward and kissed her mother thankfully. "I'll go and give him a hug. That sometimes helps." Her mother smiled and watched Sandie practice the well-tested loving daughter routine. Sandie's father fell for it every time. End of Chapter Nineteen - To Be Continued