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Unexpected Mommy - Part 4 by Trish5160 Mrs. Stone could not believe the erotic display on her couch this evening.? She instinctively knew Alix was participating in sexual intercourse even though it was just a dream for him.? She knew by his movements.? Voluntarily he had parted his own legs wide, his moans, the thrashing of his head from side to side, the heavy breathing.? All signs of a female in heat.? All signs of a female being taken. There was no mistake, Alix was the girl in this dream he had.?? ? Mrs. Stone thought a man was good for one thing and one thing only and that was to fill that void that only a woman craves, that only a woman needs and can only be understood between women.? Mrs. Stone had a connection to Alix now.? He dreamt he was being filled by a big strong virile man; Mrs. Stone knew that joy first hand, on many occasions.? But to Mrs. Stone and her new nanny-to-be Alix, fantasy and reality were the same.? Both their experiences reinforced the apparent femininity within themselves.? Fantasy for Alix as the female cells grew in strength softening his body, preparing him for the full blown girlhood to come. Reality for Mrs. Stone already a woman, can share everything with him. They could relate to each other from now on.? Like girlfriends never to be separated, they would become best friends forever. Alix was still sleeping after just calming down from his orgasm as a female in his dreams.? The moon light shone in thru the window illuminating his face and figure on the couch.? Moon beams touching, caressing, and tickling?his ever increasing curvy body...a body any girl would be proud of to have.? Mrs. Stone wondered how the mere suggestion to Alix earlier that evening that he wear her wedding night pajamas, would have such a hypnotic effect on him.? She knew that the pajamas were a dream in and of themselves, but the added description when she revealed to?Alix and his mom that she had conceived her first baby wearing these same pajamas, must have triggered something deeper inside Alix.? A hidden desire so secret, that the secret was waiting for the right time to be discovered... Alix's dream was intense and real.? She quietly went over to him and covered him up again with the soft blanket.? God, in only a few short hours, he had changed so much, she thought to herself.? The contours of his face were expressing themselves as more female now.? His nose looked smaller, cheeks looked higher and his lips looked fuller and pouty.? All framed by wispy blonde hair.? He looked like the girl next door. Before she arose from the couch and turned in for the night, she watched him sleeping.? There was almost a slight smile of gratification in his face.? It was that peaceful look when a woman feels filled and whole.? He was still in his dream, being held close by his dream lover right now, feeling safe, secure and loved deeply.? He felt relaxed that he had survived the barrage of passionate love making and that he had the sperm of the man he so dearly loved, deep inside him making him a mommy as he rested peacefully. Alix could feel some of his lovers deposit seeping out of his new vagina, coagulating around his opening. He felt it's stickiness as the ejaculate dried in the warm air. The feeling satisfied him. It's what his very soul longed for. He made sure he held his thighs together tightly to keep the sensation for as long as possible. It was a dream only a girl would dare dream, only a princess would dare imagine.? Alix was becoming both. Tucked into her own bed now, Cynthia couldn't sleep. She was kept up thinking about the vision of Alix on her couch. She couldn't get the spectacle out of her head. She wondered if Alix's mom was as excited to get her long awaited daughter as she was to get permanent help with her children so she could further her career. She thought about the sex talk his mom would eventually have with him. She wanted the privilege for herself, but understood his mom needed to bond to her new daughter-to-be. How would she talk to him? He was still technically a boy. How would she talk about the birds and the bees to her son, while he, not knowing he was purposely being transitioned into a girl by the very same woman? She smiled and told herself that she would do everything possible teach him and guide him to that very end.? She made a promise to herself that Alix would become a girl for real in every way possible and even participate willingly in all the joys being a female would offer him including shopping for pretty clothes, going to the beauty salon, girls nights out, even having his own baby.? Is there anything better than that...she thought?? Cynthia would need a lot of help from Alix's mom, maybe even his dad and other resources would have to be pulled together to get him to this place she envisioned for him. There would be a few surgeries and strong drugs to help the process along. She thought how convenient it was she was a nurse and had some access to the body/mind altering drugs needed and access to the right doctors who might be sympathetic. She knew her boys would love him as a live in nanny. It was the perfect set up. What easy prey Alix will be.? He's so impressionable. It was late and no one could know what tomorrow would bring. Tomorrow would be a big day for everyone. The sun arose the next morning illuminating the living room where Alix had slept and dreamt the night before.? He slowly opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as if he'd just been kissed on the lips by his prince charming after being held captive in a magical spell.? He did his best to collect his thoughts.? Mixed up as they were, with each thought seeming to contradict the next.? He felt torn between two distinct places.? His heart felt sad because he dreamed he was being held tightly by a loving someone.? But he saw he was by himself and that left him feeling alone and vulnerable too.? Both feelings only real women felt.? He felt love and vulnerability in his heart at the same time.? He recognized he was in Mrs. Stone's home but didn't immediately remember why he was there. Right now the home was quiet.? Mrs. Stone and her boys were still sleeping. As he tried to move, he immediately noticed his chest.? He looked down and could see his downy soft boobs protruding, tented pertly under the silky pajama top.? Each mound of flesh individually molded and cupped securely by his bra as each breast pointed toward the ceiling. His memories returned to him. He felt ashamed at what he remembered doing the night before. He knew he had gone too far with his little stunt. He wished he could go back in time and do it all again. He'd not change a thing except for maybe trying to breast feed Mrs. Stones baby. That was just crossing the line. He was mad at himself for what he had done. What was he thinking? He remembered just having some fun pretending and then he let himself get carried away. But who would have thought it would come to this? "Now look at me..." he said to himself. "I look more like a girl than last night, what will I do?" His mind shifted from utter worry to the pajama he was wearing. The pajama top was so sheer, his bra was clearly visible beneath. The lace of his bra was too beautifully crafted to describe.? Flowery lace and bows adorned this silky masterpiece he suddenly felt proud to ware. ? He wondered if his breasts were real.? He certainly felt the cool morning air tickle his soft hairless bust.? He needed to touch them to be sure. He poked one of his breasts pushing his finger into the flesh and upon releasing his poke, his boob returned to its new found feminine form.? They were real alright!? Alix felt proud of them yet unsure, scared and nervous.? They made him feel...happy but a boy doesn't grow boobs like these, he resolved!? He thought any girl would be so delighted to have a? "bust" like his, he thought. Alix knew he was stacked somewhat.? He had a passing thought of pictures of Hooters girls he'd seen on the web with their tight t-shirts accentuating their bust lines.? He'd give 'em a run for their money. He ran his hands around his body feeling the smooth silkiness of the pajama's.? His hands stopped at his crotch where it felt damp.? He didn't remember why his crotch?was that way.? It was damp enough that he thought he might have accidentally tinkled during the night?? He felt his penis and tiny marbles, puny as they were, they were still there.? Alix had to pee. He uncovered himself from the blanket and felt relieved he wasn't totally exposed.? His pajamas did little to conceal he had on the prettiest bra and panty set you could possibly imagine wearing.?? So pretty was this ensemble, it was a shame to cover it up. He sat up and swung his legs to one side putting both his feet on the floor.? Knees and feet together. He looked down again and admired his cleavage.? Each of his tits were secure in the lovely bra cups.? He admired how his bra supported and shaped his changed assets. His boy boobs had totally changed from their shapeless boyish form to a set of well rounded mounds completely pert and even with developed girly nipples. He wished he had some way to hide the new bosom. He knew there would be no way to cover them up. No matter how he wanted to hide his chest, the new evidence was there and in plain view for everyone. His breasts would now define him as a girl. He felt anxious. He felt excited too. He wondered what his family would think at the sight of his changing body. Would his dad and brother's reject him? He wanted to cry. He couldn't go home now, the realized! His dad and older brothers would never let him live this down. He imagined how his stupid brothers would grab at his chest to see if they were real. He sat there sniffling, with his knees and feet together.? An odd way to sit he thought for a boy.? His new posture was automatic.? He stood up, gracefully and quietly walked across the floor toward Mrs. Stone's powder room, which was next to the kitchen.? He needed to relieve himself soon.? Alix was being very quiet.? Dainty in his caution, he gingerly walked across the floor with little cat feet.? Both chest jiggling slightly within his cups, and his yet un-noticed rounder bottom wiggling with each carefully placed tippy toed step. He tried to sneak by a wall mirror hoping to avoid his reflection. He stopped dead in his tracks and? let out a quiet "ohhh my" as he raised his hand to his lips in disbelief of what he now saw.? The pajamas left little to the imagination. His boyish defenses dropped. Alix saw he was wearing one of the sexiest bras ever.? His lace cups were so pretty!? He felt so girly wearing it.? He ran his fingers gently over its lacey upper cups.? He thought his bra must be French made!? The lace ran along the top of his cups and joined at the straps.? He saw the snaps on the straps and remembered releasing them allowed his cup to drop to expose his nipple for babys feeding. He was wearing a nursing bra, but you couldn't tell. The bow sewn in the center of his boobies was just the most precious detail of all!? He turned to one side to admire his profile.? The bra cups shaped, separated and lifted his breasts purposely to show them off.? His girls stuck straight out.? He looked so girlish dressed this way.? Just like a beautiful princess.? You see, Alix realized he needed to wear a bra, he had to wear a bra. Even if he didn't want to, (and that simply was not the case) there was no way around it. It was expected in society. He knew in his heart it would be expected of him now. A girl not wearing one was scorned. He didn't know why a girl would go without. Bra's offered obvious figure flattering rewards, he thought to himself. Alix was beginning to see the advantages to wearing the right foundations. Wearing a bra was fun for him! He knew he would never ever again live one day of the rest of his life without his support bra. It just had to be pretty enough to wear and flatter his figure. He had a problem though, he thought to himself. Every morning when he got dressed, he'd have the tough decision as to which one of his beautiful bras to choose for the day. That would be a very hard choice to be sure. A girl is often indecisive anyways and with all the delicately made bras he'd want to own, it would be most difficult to pick the one to wear all day long. Decisions, decisions, decisions...he pondered. What's a new girl to do? Why was he thinking this way? Why was he enjoying this? He tried to shake those feelings...but with his brain changing, that would be almost impossible. He turned his back to the mirror looking over his shoulder at his bras adjustable straps and hooks in back.? He even saw the white tag that told him the brand name, his cup size and care instructions peeking from under the band that encompassed his rib cage. Any photographer who saw his pose would immediately think Alix looked beyond sexy.?His bra straps had stayed in place, properly adjusted over his shoulders and around his chest.? He had no 'bra bulges' around the sides of his back, which told him his bra was a snug and perfect fit. He reached back and snapped one of his shoulder straps to make sure they were nice and taught. It made that same snapping sound he used to hear when boys would snap other girls bras in the hallways in school. This made him happy. His bra didn't feel restrictive at all, but felt more like a hug.? When he moved, his bra moved with him.? It was a part of him as much as he was part of his bra.? A second skin you could say.? It felt comfortable and natural to wear.? He moved in the mirror trying different feminine poses like underwear models he used to envy from his mom's Penny's catologs? He felt he was one of them now.? His heart was filled with so much happiness; it was an emotion he could hardly contain.? The sheer joy almost pushed him to tears. This was further evidence of the change deep within his own heart. He looked at himself once more from head to toe, and admired his seamless silhouette.? He just fell in love with his bust line. His two boobies proudly pointing out like they were, he felt an urge to wrap a cloth tape measure around the fullest part of his bust to see if he was actually a B cup. He desired to be properly measured. Maybe someday, he'll ask mom later, he sadly reconciled. He loved the way his mom had styled his blond hair.? The whispies that framed his face were so outright feminine. His changing facial features... nose, cheeks and lips all complimenting each other. He didn't think he needed any makeup at all.? He had a natural glow about him. That was attributed to the additional female hormones his brain had been releasing all night long.? They continued to flow gently just below his skin, flowing throughout his body making slow permanent changes.? Alix was well on his journey -- from boyish physique to curvy figure. He felt sad that he did not see a lot of his old self in the mirror. He resembled a 14 yr old teen girl, but his boobs looked a little over developed, comparing himself to other girls in his school. Alix was well aware he was developing differently and it was happening slowly but surely. He wondered if Mrs. Stone or his mom would notice too. He had secretly hoped the ladies in his life would like his new look and accept him as one of their own. But before he would find that kind of acceptance, he would have a long way to go and a lot to prove. This admission made his face flush red with embarrassment. Panic, nervousness, terror, dread, joy and excitement beat from his changing female heart. Unexpected Mommy - Part 5 Slowly he sashayed toward the powder room, balancing the weight of his chest and the new unfamiliar weight of his rounder bottom. Each step carefully placed, he tippy toed across the floor. One foot in front of the other, hands held out away from his torso, arms bent up at his elbows. It was a more natural and comfortable stride. Making it safely to the powder room, he stood facing the mirror as he closed the door gently behind him as to not wake anyone. The first thing he noticed right away was the all too familiar wet spots over each of his nipples. He leaned in closer noticing the obvious light blue veins just below his white breast skin. He remembered his mom telling him they were his milk ducts, which carried his milk from around his breasts to his nipples for baby's enjoyment. He paused to think how he had actually let Mrs. Stone's baby actually suckle at his breasts. He actually fed another human being with nourishment. "Damnit, I am so stupid!" His mind reminded him of every detail from last night last night when he pretended to be a mommy and breastfed Mrs. Stone's baby boy. Now those events triggered all the changes he was experiencing physically and emotionally. His small 14 year old body was definitely changing. He no longer looked like the boy who came over to innocently babysit last night. There was hardly a resemblance now. And he was still producing mother's milk. His body was proceeding to change against his will and acting on all he'd been thru the evening before. His body was morphing like he'd really given birth to an actual baby. That's the only way his body would even know to begin producing milk. One hormone after another, triggered to stimulate other hormones. His own body betraying him all on its own, within Mother Nature's timing. In this poor boy mind, these awakened hormones were fooled into thinking an event like childbirth had actually taken place, when it never actually did. All Alix had to do is wish for it to happen long and hard enough, which he had many, many times in his young life. He had even cried himself to sleep begging God, night after night during his bedtime prayers. But in his case, he caused the changes by pretending to breast feed Cynthia's baby boy, and then accelerated the process by actually doing it! That forced his body over the line. He wasn't happy with himself. Look at what was happening! The milk his boobs were producing had again saturated the petal pads in his bra. The petal pads were designed to conceal lactation to save a nursing mother unwanted embarrassment. But once saturated, they were signals to everyone that a new mommy was present. The petal pads were meant to be changed often. He remembered the night before, his milk looked more watery in its consistency. This morning, his milk looked whiter, thicker than before. He felt some between his fingertips. It felt sticky to his touch. He dabbed a little on his tongue. His milk tasted sweet like cream. He had no idea what to do about his current predicament. He wanted to fight what his body was displaying, but on the other hand, he totally loved the way he looked. He turned around to face the potty to relieve himself. He stood there like any guy naturally would. He dropped his pajama bottoms and they fell lightly to the floor like feathers surrounding his feet and ankles. He pulled the crotch of his panties to the side to expose his dinky 'little man'. Taking careful aim at the bowl like all the other times in his life, he pushed with all his might on his bladder muscles. He tried in vain to relieve himself. He just couldn't pee! As much as he tried to release his bladder, nothing would come out! The pressure had built up so much, he felt as if he would explode. In a last ditch effort, he quickly pulled his panty all the way down, turned around and sat on the potty. Only then could he release all the fluid in his bladder completely. Alix had to sit to pee. Just like a girl. His shifting brain subconsciously could not fathom peeing standing up any longer. Sitting was the only way he could fully relieve himself. His urine even smelled sweeter. When he finished, he gently blotted the tip of his penis with a carefully folded pink colored tissue from the decorated tissue box next to the potty. He didn't want to stain his panty with a urine spot. He stood up, pulled up his fancy panty tugging it high into place up around his larger tush. The waist band snapped into place. The bow under his belly button was as cute as could be, he thought to himself. He turned to one side to see his reflection again. His ass was fuller, shapelier. His butt was definitely bigger than he'd remembered. He ran his hands over his new curves, feeling tingles in his finger tips as he caressed the soft, slippery nylon fabric that hugged his bottom so snuggly. The nerve endings in his finger tips had become more sensitive. They opened a new door, allowing him to enjoy the soft fabrics he was wearing all the more. But in time it wouldn't be just the nerves in his fingertips, for all his nerves would soon follow. His entire body would begin to notice more and more the soft silkiness of satin and nylon of the clothes he would eventually be wearing. Alix had no clue that the full excitement of wearing women's clothes every day was just over the horizon. Examining his reflection, he pouted his lips... "That's just great... I've got a bubble butt..." He thought some Jazzercise classes might be needed if it got outta control back there. He wondered if his larger tush went along with being a mommy too. All the mom's he knew including Mrs. Stone and his own mom, has slightly larger derri?res. There must be a connection. His body was in fact, doing exactly what mother nature intended, storing necessary baby fat like a woman who's given birth. This baby fat helped in his ability to make milk for Mrs. Stone's baby. He let out a sigh, hoping he didn't look too fat. Alix looked around the powder room out of mere curiosity. It was decorated with country girl flair here and there. He peeked behind the vanity mirror. Not much in here, he thought. Prescription meds, tissues, q-tips, some Avon lipsticks, nail polishes, face soaps and moisturizers. Just girl stuff. He opened a drawer under the sink and happened upon a pretty looking package. He was immediately attracted to it. He was moved by the femininity of it. The unopened package was decorated with daisies and yellow and pink accents. Hands trembling, he removed the package from the drawer. He read "Stay fresh with Kotex maxi's for everyday protection". It was written with big, pink, fancy, girly letters. A feeling of guilt over came him temporarily knocking him to his senses. Why was he so curious and so transfixed by the prettily decorated package? For a split second, he told himself a boy should not be handling these. But that notion was quickly dismissed. "Hmmm, (he pondered) I want to stay protected and fresh too," he thought. Why on earth would I think that?? Other things he read on the package - "For a worry free period" and "Made for a woman's active lifestyle" Alex couldn't have a period, but he wanted one. He wanted one badly. This would be a true rite of passage into the forbidden world he was headed for. He also knew that along with a period, the flipside could be pregnancy. It was a double edged sword. Almost hypnotically and sporting a slight smile, Alix opened the package of pads along the manufacturers provided perforation. His heart was beating rapidly with anticipation. Opening the plastic released a sweet smelling perfume into the air which just captured Alix all the more. He closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply... the womanly scent filled his lungs with the scent of a bouquet of freshly cut flowers. Trembling still, he reached into the package and pulled out one of the pads. He held it in his hands as if it was a rare pearl necklace. His eyes were transfixed to this most femmie item. He was breathless. He couldn't bring himself to look away. The pad was embroidered with a cute butterfly pattern weaved in. The pad had wings for added panty protection, the package so eloquently pointed out. And for a moment he thought his bra was the most feminine thing ever. This ran a close second. He felt so lucky to have access to such womanly pleasures. Never in his life could he have imagined all he was experiencing. He truly felt as if he died and had gone to heaven. He felt alive for the first time in his young life! Every thought or feeling he had just continued to reinforce his new destiny. Like honey bees swarming an enemy to protect its hive, every thought and action further triggering sleeping hormones to life and created still others within him. The more he explored his new world, the quicker he would change. He was sinking rapidly, deeply into a kind of quicksand which there would be no rescue. And no one would be willing to rescue him. Certainly not his mom or Ms. Stone. He dropped his panty only to his knees and as the package instructions said, he peeled the adhesive backing from the pad and pressed the pad down firmly into the crotch of his panty. He folded over the wings and secured them into place. Content that it was securely held, he pulled up his panty again, this time having to spread his upper thighs a little to give the pad room to settle in at his crotch. His under developed little man and his tiny marbles were nestled comfy against this flowery scented soft billowy pillow. He looked in the mirror and saw the oval outline of the pad clearly visible, covering his crotch. The pad sort of felt like a diaper to him. But he didn't care one iota. He wanted, no - he needed to feel fresh so he adapted to the pads slight bulkiness. "There..., he thought matter of factly...this will keep any pee from staining my panty." He looked down in contentment lightly patting his crotch front. That simple little action of patting, caused his body to suddenly shudder uncontrollably as he began feeling intensely tingly all over. All his nerves were on over drive. OMG, OMG OMG!!!! he gasped. Alix couldn't hold it all back. It hit him like a flood. The rush was particularly strong and focused on his crotch and he felt his nipples grow hard. His breasts and face burned warm. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes to ride out this blissful storm. He had to brace himself against the powder room countertop to keep from falling over. With his eyes closed, he gripped the counter as tight as he could as if hanging on for dear life. His upper inner thighs quivered in response to the stimulation. He cooed silently thru the entire rush of orgasm after orgasm. His mouth was open slightly to allow himself to breathe. His heartbeat raced. He felt faint. Oh God, this feels sooo wonderful... He didn't know why, but he softly whispered, ohh god.. ohh god..ohhh god... over and over again for the duration of his ordeal. The rush continued relentlessly several times, slowly subsiding after many minutes...more female hormones swirling from brain to body to do their intended work. The balance of male to female hormones in his body was tipping toward the female now. How could he possibly know that a single female type orgasm (which he was experiencing) would release a thousand times more female receptors from his brain than a mere thought about becoming female? If he had known, would he have been more careful? He had multiple orgasms, loosing count early on. Between his dream last night and this most recent episode, his poor body was flooded with girl juice. It took him some time to regain his wits and composure after experiencing several orgasms as a boy-girl. Alix felt just right in all the exact places. The tingles eventually subsided. He looked himself over and all appeared normal until he examined his 'little man'. Looking down, he pulled his panty away from his little penis at the waist band. Alix caught the familiar whiff of the heavily perfumed pad he was wearing. His little man looked shriveled and felt sore, his little marbles ached. His feminine pad had caught all his young boy juices. The girlie pad was absorbing his boyish discharges, just as it had been designed to do. He was delighted to have used the pretty pad with wings otherwise everyone would have seen his leaking. He was more concerned and pleased to not have stained his fancy panty. He left his pad in place. He indeed felt fresh and protected, like the Kotex bag said he would. He pretended the wetness he felt 'down there' was just the blood flow of a pretend period he was experiencing. His very first period. If it were a real period, his mom would be so proud of him! With a deep breath, he pulled up his pajama bottoms and tied them snuggly at his waist with a bow using its satin drawstring. His breasts filled out the pajama top and his butt now filled out the pajama bottom. He was in the very least, happy to appear proportionate. Before he left the powder room, he took one last look in the mirror, like all girls do, just to make sure he looked presentable. He inspected himself from head to toe making sure nothing was out of place. He messed with his bangs a little bit and the bow at the end of his braid. He had a 'glow' about him. His cheeks were flushed and healthy looking. His fussing caused his upper arms to unintentionally rub and squeeze his breasts together slightly, creating an image of additional cleavage. He corrected his posture, standing straight and moving his shoulders back instead of slouching. This caused his breasts to stick out appearing more pert and perky. It made a huge difference to his overall presentation. Well, hello ladies, nice you could join us! He said aloud, as he looked at his tits pointing out from his chest. He let out a giggle. "MY girls," he thought. Any one Alix would meet from now on would identify him as a girl based on his developed bust line. People would see and notice that part of him first before they noticed his blue eyes or his hair or anything else about him. The breasts made the girl. The breasts made THIS girl. In time he would get used to the stares from boys. It's just something girls had to put up with. He didn't know it yet, but he would be trained by Mrs. Stone and his mom to deal with the attention, and maybe have some fun with it along the way. He saw the wet spots over his nipples get a little wetter. He was still lactating. He needed to express his milk soon. He thought by nursing Mrs. Stones baby again or pumping his breasts as WebMD had recommended. But he didn't know what a breast pump even was. From the powder room, Alix suddenly heard footsteps coming down from upstairs... With a deep relaxing sigh, he whispered..."Okay, here I go, time to face the music." Just wait to see what happens in part 6 and more....!