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MALE HOUSE WIFE BY JANICE My name is Nathan; I was twenty one when my life started changing. I had my own company which employed between twenty and twenty five people. It seemed the biggest problem I had was my stature; I stood five foot two inches tall, average for everyone in my family for several generations. I was a good business man but felt that if I was more imposing I might have more customers. Maybe I was a bit neurotic but I really did feel that my height and youthful appearance was holding things back. You have no idea how many times clients have walked into my office and asked to speak to my dad thinking I was what I seemed to be, a teenage boy working for his father. I thought that if I had someone to help with the customers, someone more mature looking who could attend meetings, it might improve my business, which was good but could always be better. I hired a woman named Hilda who came with impressive credentials. I hired her on the spot. She was a tall woman, almost six feet tall and built like a line backer but I didn't hire her for her build, I hired her for her ability; and she was a looker. Within six months I had to hire five more people. She was an amazing woman and gorgeous to boot. She had been working for me about two months when we started dating. She soon had the company running so smoothly that I was almost out of a job myself. She, Hilda, did all the paper work; all I had to do was sign a few papers every now and then. Within less than a year I no longer even had to sign anything and only came into the office about once a week just to show my face and to take Hilda to lunch. This suited me just fine because with so much time to myself I could pursue my hobby, cross dressing. I was a closet cross dresser; I hardly ever went out of the house, preferring to dress at home and pretend I was a dutiful house wife. Hilda had been working for me for just less than a year and we were dating sometimes two or three times a week. One night, right out of the blue, she proposed marriage to me, I accepted. Then things started getting tough. One day I was at home in what I like to call my "Donna Reed" dress. A shirtwaist with a cute petticoat under it. My make up took me almost a half hour to put on and I wore one of my many wigs. I was eating a salad, daintily, at my kitchen table when without warning, my kitchen door; which I always kept locked, especially when in my femme role, opened and Hilda walked in carrying a brief case. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I had lost the power of speech and control over my bladder; I felt the warm liquid running down my pantyhose clad legs. "Wow," Hilda said, "You look so much prettier in real life, nothing like your pictures." It took me a few minutes to regain my faculties. I knew I was busted but didn't yet know how busted. "I'm going to clean up and change but when I get back I want an explanation from you." I told her. It took me about twenty minutes to clean up and change into a shirt and pants. I was very nervous that I had been caught but I was furious that Hilda had a key to my house. I am not going to give a word for word description of what happened when I returned to the kitchen where Hilda had made a pot of coffee. I noticed that she had a portable DVD player set up on the table. What went on in that kitchen that day changed the rest of my life. Since Hilda had been working for me she had drawn up, and made me unknowingly, sign, papers turning everything I owned over to her, my house, my cars, my business and my bank accounts. She had everything and I was flat broke. I couldn't believe what she told me, but she produced all the papers to prove it. She took a DVD disc out of her briefcase and put it in the player. It was a disc of me in my dresses walking around the house, me as a young girl, me as a house wife and me as a slut, all in my house. She explained that she had keys made and set up cameras one weekend while I was away. I would, on occasion go away for weekends as Donna, my female self (From my heroine, Donna Reed). There I would rent a motel room, change to Donna and live as a girl for the weekend. I would go out to dinner, alone; maybe take in a show, and just loosen up and be a woman. I was not interested in men. The worst thing I had to put up with on these weekends was that almost every time I went away some guy tried to pick me up. I started crying, I had just lost everything, everything. Hilda told me that I could stay here, in her house. She also told me that the marriage would take place next month but I would be the bride. This might work because I had no one, no family, and no friends. We had planned on a small wedding with just her and me, a few brides' maids and her friends who I had not as yet met. This had taken several hours and when she was through we had everything planned. We would continue as before, her working and me staying home, but I had to clean and take care of her house, for her, just like a good wife, although she would not be living there for awhile I would never know when she would drop in. About a week later she told me that she moved the office to a building across town, away from the factory and she told me that I should come and have lunch with her the next day, she told me to come as Donna, who I was almost constantly now because I never knew when Hilda would drop in, and when she did I had better be Donna. I wore a simple skirt and blouse for lunch. It was a bit chilly so I wore my hounds tooth coat. Hilda always wore a suit to work so when we went for lunch we looked like a man and woman out for lunch. Hilda said that she told the girls in the office that we were lesbian lovers. She had fired everyone and hired a new crew. No wonder there was some smiles in their faces when I entered the office and told them I was looking for Hilda. This was Friday and Hilda told me that she would be coming home right after work and spending the weekend there, at the house I was living in. I went home and cleaned the house to almost spotless. I made supper and just before Hilda came I put on my best "Donna Reed" dress and met her at the door with a drink in my manicured hand. Supper was delicious. We talked some more about my future life. The wedding was in a month so I had to go with the girls from the wedding party, all friends of hers, to pick out a gown. I had as not yet met the girls but would tomorrow, Saturday. We slept in separate beds, her in the master bed and me on a cot I had to set up because she said she didn't believe in sex before marriage. She wasn't too happy even sleeping in the same room but my small house had only one bedroom, I think I wasted a beautiful negligee that night, maybe for my wedding night. The next day I met the three girls of the wedding party; they all knew I was a guy but it seemed to make no difference that I was dressed as a girl and would be wearing the wedding gown at my wedding. Amy, Beth and Kim were their names and I could not tell you which of them was the prettiest, why do the lesbians always get the prettiest girls? It took no more than a half hour for me to feel comfortable with them considering the circumstances. We found a lovely gown, off the rack with no alterations. I took it home that day. At home I was again hit with a decision that Hilda made without consulting me. She had thrown out every piece of men's' clothing I owned. I was greatly upset because I had nothing to wear when I had to go out of the house for things like shopping and just to get out of the house. I yelled at her, "What right do you have doing this to me?" I shouted. "Don't you ever question anything I do you little twerp. You have nothing, I have everything. If you don't like the way I am treating you, you can just leave." "How can I leave? I have nothing, no money and no place to go; and nothing but woman's clothes." I sobbed through my tears. "That, my dear, is your problem. Now let me see your wedding gown. Go put it on." Trying to make up for upsetting her I answered, "Its bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding." "I guess you are right Hon. Why don't you just make supper." I changed into a simple housedress and made a delicious supper. After washing up the dishes we sat watching TV until she told me to get ready for bed. I changed into a flannel nightgown, set up the cot in the bedroom and went back to watch TV until Hilda told me to go to bed. It was so comfortable sitting there in her arms. As mean as she was to me, I loved the hell out of her. The wedding was small; just Hilda, myself, three bridesmaids and three guys as guests. It was presided over by a lay preacher but was legal. The fact that we switched roles had nothing to do with its legality. I was so beautiful in my gown. The morning of the wedding I did three things that I had never done before, I had my hair done professionally, no wig for me that day. I had my nails and my make up done by professionals. I also danced with guys for the first time in my life. I had never done that before when I would go away for those weekends I told you about. To tell the truth, I had the best time of my life, even when the guys lined up to kiss the bride. That was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. They (They did know that I was a guy playing the bride) even kissed me goodbye after the party. I tried to turn my cheek for those kisses; I did not want to be kissed on the lips by a man. I changed into my honeymoon dress and Hilda and I went to a resort for a week. I did not know it before we arrived, but it was a place for alternate life styles and one never knew whether one was talking to a male or female, well, most of the time. A week later things were pretty much the same as before except I was living as a female full time. I did the shopping as a female. I was quite nervous the first time but no one seemed to associate the pretty young housewife with the average little guy who used to go there. My life consisted of getting my husband up and serving him a good breakfast in the morning. Cleaning the house and meeting him at the door after work. Supper, TV, sex and sleep. After about a month of this I was one bored housewife, I needed something to break the monotony. I started going out for lunch a couple days a week just to break the monotony. I did tell Hilda that I did this just so she knew where I was and what I was doing, she was cool with this. It was the beginning of august. I was at an outdoor caf? eating a salad, a woman has to watch her figure; and I had quite a figure thanks to the hormones I had been taking since Hilda started making me live as a woman a few months after we met, and breast implants. From many of the things Hilda did I assumed that she was a lesbian, or at beast bi. "Hello Donna, how is married life?" I looked up and saw Andre; who was the best man at my wedding. I invited him to join me. He kissed my cheek and sat. We had a nice long lunch, the first of many. He drove me home and asked if we could see each other again sometime. I told him I eat there, at the caf?, several times a week. From that point on we saw each other several days a week, not always at the caf?. The slight cheek kiss turned into kisses on the lips. The second time we met I reminded him that I was a man living as a women and that I had a husband at home. He said he didn't care. By the end of the month we were "Dating" almost on a daily basis. Things were fine as long as Andre had me home in time to make supper for my husband, (That is how I referred to Hilda while in public and how I saw her in my mind.) we would go for long walks in the park or just for a nice quiet ride, just the two of us, I think I was falling for him, was this right? I was a married "Woman" and shouldn't be doing this. {I could put it another way, I am a guy, should I feel this good being with another guy?} Cut to the chase. Hilda told me one day that she was going away on a business trip and would be away for the entire weekend. I was thrilled at this. Andre and I wanted more than a few hours with each other, if this worked out right we could spend the entire weekend together. I knew he wanted sex with me and to tell the truth...I think I wanted sex with Andre. We had never gone further than some heavy petting during our times together but I did have to change my panties as soon as I got home several times, just kidding, but it almost came to that a few times. Anything we had ever done with each other was with our hands. Hilda and I had some great sex that Thursday night because she said we would not be together until Monday when she came home from her trip. At breakfast the next day she told me to be a good girl. I will be good, but not the way she meant. As soon as she was out of sight I packed some things, a few dresses, several negligees and two evening gowns. I guess I should have felt guilty but after everything she had done to me I did not. I had been living as a woman for over a year and I wasn't doing anything any woman wouldn't do whose husband didn't respect her and was away for the weekend. I hadn't thought of myself, or acted, as a man in so long I don't think I could have; and I didn't want to. I knew Andr? had money; maybe he could take me away from all this and treat me like a woman should be treated. Just wishful thinking on my part. Andre picked me up three hours later. We drove almost three hours to a lovely motel. I could hardly wait to have him in my arms again. We checked in and immediately changed our clothes. This was something really different for me, going away for a weekend with a man. I had spent some time with men before but that was against my will. The honeymoon place that Hilda and I went to was a resort for alternate life stiles, I told you that, and we went there about once every two months or so. I hated it there because some of the time, no...most of the time; Hilda and I would swap off with some of the other couples, she would take the woman and I would get stuck (Pun intended), with a guy. The first few times it was revolting but I soon got used to it. Yes...in case you are wondering; I had to play the part of the woman in bed with the guy, no more details but that is one of the reasons why I felt no repulsion when Andr? picked me up that day at the caf?. I was used to being hit on by a guy, plus I really liked him after a few days. That first night with Andr? I wore a new dress that I had bought for just this occasion. It was silver and low cut and showed a lot of cleavage. Hilda wouldn't let me show much when she took me out. She said that she didn't want a bunch of perverts ogling her woman. Andre allowed me to be a woman all weekend and I loved every minute. The only thing that ruined that weekend was the fact that Andr? couldn't treat me as if I was 100% woman but we managed and both of us had a great time. We dined out every night, both of them. We danced and I danced with some of the other guys. Everything was so different, so perfect. When Hilda and I went every two months to that place we went to on our honeymoon she sometimes swapped me for one of the women there and made me go with one of the guys, that was so repulsive but like everything else, I got used to it; I didn't like it but I lived with it. Having sex with a guy my first time, I wanted to die. Hilda had taken everything from me; my business, my house, my money and now she tried to take my self respect, I wouldn't allow that. I pretended I liked these swapping sessions. I asked her several times to go just so she didn't have the satisfaction of degrading me by "forcing me" to go. Even sex with Hilda was brutal; she treated me just like the woman she wanted. She used a dildo with knobs that hurt like hell but I never cried out in pain, I feigned pleasure. Sex with Andr? was so different, so much a pleasure, he was so gentle with me and asked several times if he was hurting me. After Hilda's dildo, his penis was pleasurable. All too soon we had to go home, we left Sunday afternoon just so he could have me home in plenty of time before Hilda came back from her weekend. ALTERNATE ENDING 1 There were no more weekends with Andr?, but there were still several lunches a week, sometimes at a caf?, sometimes at a motel; Hilda never had a clue. Andre and I wanted to be with each other, yes, he didn't care in the least that I had a dick between my legs as he had between his, we loved each other. The thought of asking Hilda for a divorce was completely out of the question. So we met in secret for over six months. I was home one day cooking for my husband when the pone rang. That phone call was to change my life again, this time for the better. It was the police; Hilda had been in an accident and was in very serious condition. They came and took me to the hospital. Oh how I wanted Andr? to be with me there. I need someone to hold me as I stood next to this woman who had ruined my life and turned me into a woman. I was both hoping she would die and, being a human being, hoping she would live. After two days, she died. The doctors knew she would not make it through the night. I stood by her bedside, with Andr? holding me as she expired. Although she had made my life a living hell with her degradation; I felt bad, for about three minutes. That was a year ago. Being her spouse, I inherited everything. She had built the business to a million dollar a year enterprise, after expenses. Naturally I got that back, plus the house, the new one with the long driveway and gate, the bank accounts, I was whole again, I could be the man I used to be. My new routine is pretty much the same as before. I get up in the mornings and wake my loving husband, Andr?, who is sleeping beside me. I get him off to work. A few times a week I have lunch with his sister who knows everything about me and is now my best girlfriend, as girls have best girlfriends. Andre and I talked about surgery to complete my transformation but as of now, we are still thinking. Every night, while the cook makes dinner and the maid sets the table, I walk down that long driveway to open the gate for my loving husband, Andr?. ALTERNATE ENDING 2 Over a month had passed since my tryst with Andr?. There were no more weekends with him, but there were still the occasional lunches, some at cafes and some at motels. We loved each other, no matter that I was still biologically a male, or rather a "chick with a dick." We were a perfect couple. I was happier than I had been since Hilda started turning my life around. I had thought of running away with Andr? and starting a new life somewhere else. We talked about it several times but never came up with a fool proof plan. Well, as always happens, at least in my life, when I was the happiest, Hilda pulled the rug from under me. I had been noticing that Hilda was very moody when she came home from work. She would complain about such minor things such as the roast not being done enough or even that my dress was wrinkled, all minor things, or maybe I was just suffering from a guilty conscience about my heavenly weekend with Andr?. Over supper one night she told me that she sold the business, the one she stole from me, and the house, the one she stole from me, we were moving across country. I was so shocked that I yelled at her; big mistake. She punched me and bloodied my nose it got blood all over my dresses. A week later we were moving and on the long drive across country I was one miserable wife. Our first night on the road, at a motel room, Hilda told me that my life was changing again; I was no longer her wife. She had filled out divorce papers and had them approved. How the hell she does this; filling out papers concerning me, without my knowledge or consent, is beyond me. I never did learn how she does it but they are all legal and the fact that I have absolutely no money; I can do nothing about it except live with it. "OK," I said, "I am no longer your wife. Who am I now? Your sister, your best friend or are you going to let me go so I can be myself?" Instead of answering right away she told me a story about what happened the long weekend she took, the one where Andr? and I went away together. She met a man and it was a case of love at first sight. She fell in love with him and decided that she wanted to marry him after knowing him just those three days. After she came home they saw a lot of each other for the next few weeks while I was at home being a good wife, and, cheating on her with Andr? at the same time. He, her new boyfriend, Morris, was in town for a few weeks on business was dating her. I guess he fell in love with her, (poor guy). "Where does this leave me?" I asked again, "out on the street with nothing?" "No sweet heart, you will be still with me." "How are you going to explain me to him? Are you just going to hope he doesn't notice me?" I fairly yelled at her. "Just shut your mouth; or do you want another smack? Let me finish. I went for the sympathy factor. I told him I am an unwed mother and am raising a sixteen year old daughter by myself. I knew that he wouldn't believe that I could have a teenage daughter so I told him I adopted one." "But you don't have a teenage daughter there is just you and m..., oh no." "That is right sweet heart." That was the second time she called me sweetheart in one night, she is not like her to be calling me nice names. "You are now my adopted daughter." (I really hate these quotes and quotation marks so I am just going to narrate what happened, Ok?" I objected. She reached over to me and pulled me over her lap, pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties and spanked my behind like I was a bad little girl being spanked by her mother. I was so mortified; even more so when she told me that if I didn't behave myself there was a lot more where that came from. At this point she had taken everything, my business, my money, my house, my bank accounts and now, two lives, or is it three? My real life as a young business man, my life as a man and now my life as her wife. What more could I lose? I guess I shut down there because I gave up. If I was going to be her sixteen year old daughter, I would, providing I could pass for a girl so young. After all I am in reality a twenty three year old man, going on twenty four. Will my extremely youthful appearance help? (Unknown to me I had been taking a new, age inhibiting drug, along with the female hormones that I had been knowingly taking for the past three years.) We finally arrived at the new house. All we took with us was a few suit cases with some clothes, everything else had been either thrown out, mostly my clothes because they would be too old for me now that I was sixteen. Every thing else was shipped to the new house. There was already mail in the box, for me. It was the acceptance for school and a brochure for the school telling me everything I would need to know. We unpacked Hilda's things in her room. I made some coffee while Hilda, mom, told me what was going on and how we would be living from then on. I was going to attend a private, co-ed, school during the day and working; after school, at the dress shop she owned. "What dress shop?" She told me that she bought a dress shop near where her new (sucker) boyfriend lived. It specialized in fancy, expensive, formal clothes for women of taste. At any other time or under different circumstances I might like that. She would be working with her new boyfriend at his office. I wondered if she would do to him what she had done to me. At least one good thing came out of this; I did not have to cook any more. Hilda, excuse me, mom, hired a day maid who would clean the house and have supper ready for us after work. I knew better than to object so I just agreed to go along with things until I could figure a way out of this. After a light lunch Hilda/mom wanted to take me to the dress shop to introduce me to the woman who would be running it for her, I was to be the hired help. The woman, Kathi, seemed nice enough and I did find out one thing, I could easily pass for a teen age girl if I did myself up right; minimum make up, my hair straight and the way I was dressed. Denim skirt and a tee shirt with a rock star on the front which we picked up on the road. I had no teen stuff but that was taken care of after leaving the dress shop. What a road I had traveled in three years, from wealthy business owner, to housewife, to teenage daughter, to hired help. By this time I had given up, I was just existing and doing whatever this evil woman, my ex girlfriend, my ex wife and now my mother, and I might add, devil's spawn, wanted. First though, we had to get me some school uniforms. Mom, (I guess I have to refer to Hilda as mom from now on) and I went to a teen shop and bought a bunch of stuff. We knew what to get by seeing what the girls there were wearing. I got a complete wardrobe which was delivered to my house. The first day of school was a bitch; it is no surprise that I wanted no part of it. Mom drove me and took me to the principal's office for indoctrination and my class schedule. Because of a "heart murmur" and other reasons; I did not have to attend gym class, which was a relief. I would spend that period working in the office. It was really hard adjusting myself to being a sixteen year old girl but I did it and within a month I fit in quite well. My first day at school was nervous as I mentioned, but what made me even more apprehensive was that it was dance day. One day a week instead of gym, which I was excused from because of my heart murmur, but these were special classes and I had to attend; the boys and girls were taught to dance. Waltzes and ballroom dancing and would you believe it was my first class. Dancing with a boy, especially teen age boys, was not on the top of my list of most favorite things but I got through. I thanked the fates that it was only once a week. I was sitting alone at lunch that first day because I didn't know anyone and didn't want to, and I was so mad at my fate I just wanted to be alone. The boy who was my dance partner came and sat at the table with me and started to talk to me. He seemed so nice that I talked back and we soon became friends. We had lunch everyday after that, his name was, Ralph and I guess he was kind of cute, if you like guys. That weekend I met my mothers' boyfriend, Morris, he was butt ugly. When mom introduced us he kissed me on my lips, I wanted to puke just from the contact. Eating was a chore because I had no appetite from looking at him. I managed to get through supper. I had to kiss him again when he left, and every time he came after that. Two weeks later I was in a pattern. Go to school, go to work where I could do my homework and just help around the shop until I knew what was what. Some life for a twenty three year old man going on twenty four; when will this shit stop? My boss, Kathi liked me and sometimes allowed me to go for a short walk if things were not too busy. I took advantage of this by going to the post office on the next block and renting a PO Box. Then, while pretending to do my homework I started writing to Andr?. He sent his answers to my PO Box. When the other girls found out that my mother owned the biggest dress shop in town, and with my attitude of not being friendly, I was branded a snob; which I had no problem with; that meant I did not have to mingle with them. The only friend I had was Ralph. We danced with each other every week and became quite good at it, good enough that the school wanted us to dance at the annual school talent show. Another couple was also asked to perform. Ginger, the other girl asked me if I could help her get a dress for the show. I told her I could. I was getting lonely with just Ralph as my only friend and all the girls had girlfriends and boyfriends so I wanted at least one of each. I told Ginger I would ask my mom if I could get her a discount. Mom and I were getting close since we moved here and I became her daughter, so I had no problem with asking her. The only problem I had with her was that if I started taking too many liberties she would spank me on my naked butt. (Just between you and me, I sometimes did something wrong just so I could get spanked. Could that be any more perverted than the life I was leading?) I told Ginger to meet me at the shop after school. I changed from my uniform to my work dress at the shop. Kathi was there and I told her that my friend was coming to get a dress and mom said it was OK. She, Ginger, came about an hour later. We both picked out gowns for our dance recital. Mine was a soft pink dress, one I had had my eyes on for a while; Ginger picked out, after trying on a few others, a beautiful full length brown one. I was so busy helping Ginger that I didn't realize that we had changed, several times, in the same dressing room. The only real difference between her and I was that I still had a small penis which I always covered up by wearing a thick maxi pad. Ginger and I became friends after that. She wore her gown at the recital and guess what? Ralph kissed me after the show. He was good but not as good as Andr?. Hilda was so busy with her new boyfriend that she pretty much left me alone. I had even gone out with Ralph a few times, mostly to movies. I was shocked when Hilda let me go out with him and even had him over for supper once just to get to meet him. I was beginning to think that she was fucked up in the head and thought we were really mother and daughter. All this time I had been writing to Andr? and him to me. Kathi knew I was writing to a boy, (but not that the boy was a twenty five year old man), and told me it would be just between her and me. I hugged her for that and told her that he was the reason we had moved. I told her that my mother did not like him because he came from a poor family and my mother thought he was beneath us. (All lies, but the less Kathi knew about the truth, the better off she would be) Kathi knew mom enough to see the possibility in that. It was mid term at school, November, and there was a dance that Ralph asked me to go to with him. Mom said I could. I liked Ralph a lot and considered myself his girlfriend. I did pick out a lovely dress for the dance, and shoes and a bag. I had my hair done at a salon and was so happy to be going out with such a good looking guy. I think the other girls were jealous that I had access to such beautiful gowns but I didn't care. I did however, get them discounts. Mom helped me get ready for my dance. She was getting so nice since she met ugly old Morris. I didn't mind us being mother and daughter so much. Especially when we went shopping, that was so much fun that sometimes I wished we were really mother and daughter. She can be so nice when she wants to be, but not nice enough to be forgiven for what she had done to me. The dance was so lovely. My dress was so pretty. It was gold silk and had a thick fur collar. Ralph picked me up in his father's car. The dance was so much fun and I danced with some of the other boys from school, as did some of the girls with Ralph. I was beginning to feel about Ralph as I did about Andr?. I was so happy that I knew my world was about to come falling down. It didn't, at least not then. After the dance Ralph drove me home but not before a stop at the local park. I was ready for this; I was hoping for this, I let him find a nice secluded place to park. We started kissing as soon as he shut the car off. I felt his hands on my breasts and his tongue in my mouth. I felt myself getting an erection under all the protective padding I have to use down there. I unzipped his fly and shoved my hand in his pants fumbling for his penis. I had only done this to one guy before and that was Andr? and oh so long ago.. I went a little farther with Andr? and was hoping to go that far with Ralph. I took his penis out and gently stroked it; it was hard in a millisecond. He was breathing hard, as was I. Throwing caution to the winds I bent over and took Ralph's penis in my mouth and licked the bottom. I felt him jerk and got a mouthful of cum at the same time. Passion hit me like a brick and I wanted so much more but knew that I could go no farther, nor could I let him. I did him one more time and held it in my mouth till we kissed. We were both spent and breathing hard by than and I knew I had to bring this to a stop. I put his penis back where it belonged but held on to it the rest of the way home. In the driveway I kissed him, and his, again hard penis, goodnight. I felt like I was in heaven. I should have felt shame; a twenty four old man giving a blow job to a sixteen year old boy, but guess what, I didn't; all I felt was elation. I had not thought of myself as a man in over three years, maybe longer, I was losing track of time. Ralph and I were inseparable after that. We saw each other at school but he would not come to see me at work, he said being in a dress shop intimidated him, plus he too had an after school job. This worked out well because about a week later when I walked in to work Kathi told me there was someone in the back to see me, she had a shit eating grin on her face. I went in back to change and to see who could possibly be there. I knew it wasn't Ralph because he was at his after school job. I walked in back right into the arms of...Andr?. Naturally we kissed like the long separated lovers we were. "Why don't you two go get a room?" Kathi said when we finally separated. We did. When I came back to the shop a few hours later I had a sore butt and a heavenly, sticky, salty taste in my mouth. Every day that week we met at the shop, went to a motel and did what we shouldn't be doing; and enjoying it. The last day was the hardest. When would we see each other again, whenever it would be, it would not be soon enough. That last day I got back to the shop just in time to help Kathi close. Kathi and I became the best of friends after that, we shared a secret, my affair with Andr?. Just before Christmas mom told me that she and Morris were going away for a week. I was elated at this news and I don't have to tell you why, do I? I would contact Andr? and we could spend a week together, (whoa girl! you are jumping to conclusions,) but mom told me that I would spend that week staying with Kathi; a girl my age couldn't be without adult supervision. When I heard that I was devastated, but at least I would still see Andr?, but not as much as I had hoped. I knew that Kathi would have no problem with me and Andr? seeing each other. The next day at work Kathi told me that it would be alright for me to contact Andr? and spend some time with him. I was so happy I kissed her. She asked me to stay after closing, she called Hilda and told her we would be working late; mom did not like me not coming home late after work and sometimes when I did come home late for some reason, I got a spanking from her or Morris. I hated it when Morris spanked me. We closed the shop and sat at the table in the back room. She held my hands as we talked. "Dawn, I have to tell you a few things. First, I have known Hilda since we were little girls. We had a good business together, this one, and we were lovers." I guess she saw my jaw drop. "Yes, I am a lesbian. She stole my part of the business but kept me on so I could have an income. She told you that she just bought it, it was hers for years. I also know all about you." She said looking me square in the eyes. "Me? What about me?" I asked. "I know that you are not her adopted daughter and that you are not even a girl." I swallowed hard. What else did she know? "I know that you are her nephew. That when your parents died when you were twelve she got custody of you. She told me that ever since you were about ten years old you liked to dress as a girl and when she took you in you begged her to let you live as a girl and you have been living as her daughter ever since. How close am I?" Where does that woman, Hilda, mom, come up with all these stories. I guess this one was better than the truth. I could not say anything for a few seconds. All this sounded plausible. "Pretty much. Did she tell you that I have been taking hormones and this body is pretty much mine?" "Yes, and that when you are eighteen in two years you are going to be a complete woman." Now that was a surprise to me. One I did not relish, I liked what I had between my legs, and so did Andr?. I moved in with Kathi the day before mom and Morris left. I was kind of relieved because at least Kathi knew I was a guy, this way was better than if she found out some other way. One day later Andr? showed up and Kathi allowed us to share a bedroom; what a lovely woman, what other woman would let a sixteen year old girl sleep with an adult man? The next day Kathi got a call on her cell phone at work, I was there because it was a busy season and I was on mid winter, Christmas, vacation. She talked, asking questions. She hung up the phone and took me by my hand, "I don't know how to tell you this, Dawn." "Tell me what? Is there a problem?" "That was the police. Hilda and Morris were just in a serious accident and are not expected to live; they want us at the hospital right away." I called Andr? and asked if he could drive us to the hospital, about two hours away. He picked us up at the shop and drove to the hospital. I must confess that I was praying for both of them to die. I got my wish; they died before we got there. The next few days were hectic. We had the funeral. We found out that Kathi was the executer to Hilda's will, and got custody of me. I inherited everything, and I mean everything ...but could not touch it until I was eighteen, or got married. The wedding, three weeks later, was beautiful, Kathi was my Maid of Honor and some of the girls from school the bride's maids: guess where they got the gowns? Ralph, not to be left out, was the best man. I gave Kathi the shop back and a lifetime stipend, Hilda had a few million dollars, this I didn't know and neither did anyone else. Andre and I took a trip around the world. I wanted to become a 100% woman but Andr? wanted things to stay the way we were. He said that the sex we were having was the best and "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." ....and we lived happily ever after.