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"Gwen darling, do you think I'm a lipstick lesbian? Gwen was driving the Maserati, somewhat faster than I would have, down PM-804 to Eivissa. Thanopses was sitting in the front alongside her. I sat behind Thanopses. She had graciously moved her seat forward a bit to give me a little leg room. Gwen's seat was in the forward-most position and Salonari, sitting next to me, wound up with the most leg room of all. The twins were in rear-facing jump seats behind us. The twins and Salonari were singing songs from Linda Ronstadt's Canciones and didn't hear the question, but I did. I stifled a laugh, and waited for Gwen's reply. This ought to be good. "Thanopses, I don't think you're quite as easy to categorize as that. I truly believe you transcend human labels; labels are silly anyway. They turn three dimensional people into two dimensional caricatures. And where did you come across that term in the first place?" "I was watching some videos on the internet. One was titled 'Lipstick Lesbians in Action.' Two lovely women, beautifully dressed and groomed, slowly undressed each other..." "Yes, yes. I get the picture. My god. Aren't you getting enough loving!....watching x-rated videos in your spare time? I don't think Daniel and I have been neglecting you, have we? Why, just the night before last..." "Ladies," I finally interrupted, "couldn't you wait until the twins are in bed before you continue this conversation?" We were booked on the ferry to Barcelona, and planned to spend the night at AbaC. A suite for Salonari and the twins, and one for Thanopses, Gwen , and I. If Thanopses was feeling under-loved, we ought to be able to mollify her this evening. And the hotel had a great restaurant. As far as I knew, Gwen and I were the only humans that Thanopses had ever made love to. And occasionally, she would dress me in gowns and heels, and paint my face and nails, and call me her lesbian girl friend Danni. I thoroughly enjoyed it and so did Gwen. Thanopses had mentioned that she'd seen pictures of very tall Las Vegas showgirls that she found extremely sexy, and wondered if we would mind if she indulged herself in a fling or two. We told her to go ahead. She had retired from the Fomalhaut Diplomatic Service with the Rank of Ambassador, her last posting was Ambassador of the Galactic Federation to Earth. She was over three hundred Earth years old, and had started life as a creature with sixteen appendages and a cylindrical body covered with a metallic exoskeleton. Her consciousness and her very rich store of memories had been placed in the body she now wore when she joined the Fomalhaut First Contact Mission to Earth as chief diplomat and project director. Her body had been created by the Fomalhaut bio-engineers to have a positive effect on humans. She is a little over six and a half feet tall, quite beautiful, and has a Rubenesque figure. As Ambassador, she, and the other bio-engineered, Fomalhaut, members of her staff, wore diaphanous robes and gold jewelry and precious stones. They looked like goddesses. They still do. As a retired, ex-Ambassador, she wears more or less human garb with an emphasis on cleavage. She is a very, very sexy old alien. Ordinary human mores and conventions didn't really apply to Thanopses. We were very secure in our relationship with her. We were friends, lovers, and family. She treasured our twins, Judith and Solomon, as if they were her own children. For that matter, Gwen and I had never had any sort of formal marriage ceremony. We had exchanged rings the first week we met and were still going strong these nine years later. The last member of our family was Salonari, a red headed version of Thanopses: her niece. She was pre-adolescent by Fomalhaut standards, a respected Art Historian, and the twins' best friend, tutor, and chaperone. She and Solly had very complex feelings for each other. If they both hit adolescence at the same time, we were in for it. So, if Thanopses wanted to romance a Vegas showgirl, the worst that could happen, to the showgirl, that is, was that she would find herself rolling along with two Fomalhaut amazons, a cross-dresser, his mate, who had fantasized about being a man since she was a girl, and two normal, eight year old fraternal twins. Lipstick lesbian didn't begin to do justice to her. The Fomalhaut had three female genders and one male. All four conjugated to conceive a new being. The embryo was deposited in the male who carried it to term, and became a female after giving birth. Alpha females, like Thanopses, generally preferred the companionship of gamma females, beta females, who had been males before the birth of a child, preferred males as companions. When it was time to start a reproductive unit, a marriage, an alpha and a beta found a congenial gamma and male and came together for that purpose. It was not done casually and the unit was very cohesive until after the birth. Then they dallied with new partners until they felt like reproducing again. Very civilized. Thanopses liked femininity in her lovers, and she dressed provocatively as a female human. But lipstick lesbian was a bit of an oversimplification. We'd have to have more of this discussion later. It was bound to end with the three of us in bed. We were on our way to Paris. AbaC and Barcelona had been great. Thanopses had shown us what she meant by lipstick lesbian. Gwen and I had to scrub every square inch of each others' skin in the morning. Gwen loved her Maserati Estate and insisted upon driving it to Paris in spite of the fact that there wasn't quite enough legroom for our two amazons and us, and it looked ridiculous with our luggage strapped onto a rack on the roof. I was not about to make an issue of it. Thanopses was embarking on a new career as a cabaret singer. She had a spectacular contralto voice and had retired on Earth because she loved human music. I was the tour manager, Gwen was the booking and business agent, and Salonari would liaise with the clubs. When she walks into the club manager's office at Le Bilboquet, wearing skin-tight jeans, crop top, stilettos, her red hair piled on top of her head, and a small child riding on each hip, I'm sure he'll give us everything she asks for. Human styles actually suited her better than the robes she had worn when she was a consular employee. She said the high heels made her feel all grown up. She had plans to drag the twins to every art museum in Paris. She was compiling a catalog of human visual arts for the Fomalhaut Cultural Archives as part of her internship with the Mission. She ran the twins ragged but they never complained. She was a very special friend: their very own Fomalhaut amazon I had booked a suite with two adjoining rooms in the Eiffel Trocadero. Thanopses didn't have to earn a living. She was very wealthy. But, the novelty of seeing the ex-Ambassador, in person, singing in a night club, was sure to pack the house. Le Bilboquet, a very old Parisian cabaret, was to be the debut of the tour. "Daniel. I think I need a stage name." popped out of her mouth as we passed through Perpignan, "Thanopses was fine for an Ambassador, but it's too stuffy for a chanteuse. I need something more familiar, easier to say." "How about Aunt Sissy?", teased Gwen, "That's easy to say." "Nooo!", said Judy. "She's our Aunt Sissy, not everyone's Aunt Sissy." "Aunt Sissy is too familiar, and it makes me sound old." "You are old Aunty Thanopses." Salonari said, and giggled. "Daniel. Would you please ask them to be considerate of my feelings and stop teasing. I'm serious. I want a stage name." "Why don't you call yourself Sissy. One name. It's easy to say, familiar, and there is sort of a dramatic tension between a diminutive name like that and your rather formidable appearance. And it suits you. When you get excited, you really do go all girly, girly." "Gwen darling. Call me Sissy. I want to see if I like it." "Sissy darling. I like calling you Sissy. It's sweet, like the real you. Sissy." "I like it. It's time to send Thanopses into the crucible along with my other Fomalhaut atoms." "Not so fast. If you free lance for the Diplomatic Service, you'll have to go back to being Thanopses." "You're right, as usual, Daniel. Why do you let us boss you around so? You really are very smart. And that is why, I suppose, you let us boss you around. Here it is. When I perform, I shall be Sissy T., if we go back to work for the Service, it's S. Thanopses." Gwen burned up the roads in central France, and we arrived in Paris in a little over eight hours. The staff at Eiffel Trocadero fawned all over us, 'Madame L' Ambassadeure et partie, bienvenue.' 'Non, non, non, Je m'appel simplement, Sissy!' And on and on. Gwen immediately called the Paris publicist and had new posters designed for the club and bought some advertisement on TV, announcing her new nom de chanteuse. We were sold out for eight performances and the booking agent begged us to extend for a week. In rehearsal, Sissy astounded the bandleader by transposing effortlessly into whatever key his arrangements were written in. It made no difference to her. She liked every key. On opening night, she swept onstage, in a long frilly gown, with a velvet choker and cameo,her hair in a French braid, and demure flats on her feet, and curtseyed and said, "Mes chers, s'il vous plait, appelez-moi, Sissy." She knocked them out of their seats with 'You're so vain', then hit them with 'Crazy', and then proceeded to cover, for the next two hours, every top female vocalist for the last 75 years. When she sang 'I'll be seeing you' the crowd of sophisticated Parisians melted into tears, some old enough to remember the war and hearing it for the first time on a contraband radio. Others had heard Billie Holiday sing it in this very room. There was no need for an encore. The audience was spent. They rose to their feet and chanted, 'Sissy, Sissy, Sissy, On t'aime, on t'aime.' She bowed deeply and swept off stage. We were all waiting for her. The twins smothered her with kisses, and Salonari clasped her hand, weeping, and then hauled the kids out and up to the suite. We just looked at her, and felt goosebumps running up and down our arms. "Well, that went well. I feel invigorated. What a lovely audience. I think next time I'll drop 'Over the Rainbow' and give them the 'Trolley Song' instead. And I just adore Billie, but next time let's try the Jo Stafford arrangement. Do you think I could slip some Mozart into the show? 'Porgi Amor?' What do you think, Daniel?" "What do I think? I think you are a planetary treasure. I still have chills. Aren't you tired?" "Oh, no. I feel terrific. I could do another two hours. Let's add two 2AM shows on the weekend. Yahoo! I'm having so much fun. Let's go out and sit at a table and mingle with the patrons. I think I'll buy a drink for the house." We did phenomenal business. SRO, in a nightclub, for god sakes, six nights in a row. On Sunday, Sissy cornered Gwen and I, "I want to add another performance tomorrow night. For all the Embassy Staff that can make it to Paris. And the other performers in town; it will be their dark day. Gwen, I told management we'd pay overtime for the crew and the musicians. Please." Gwen's right eyebrow raised a quarter of an inch and then fell. "Sissy, I thought you'd let me make the deals." "Oh, I will. This is a special exception." "Of course, darling. I'll take care of it." The current Ambassador, Phyriza, and Fraser Clark, her constant companion, came backstage before the Monday performance. "I shall love calling you Sissy. It really does suit you. And your wardrobe, it is so soft and feminine. Look how much taller I am than you in my heels. We've read all the reviews and I'm not the least bit surprised at your success. I'm so happy for you." "I'm so glad you came: and so many other Members of the Staff. They should sit near the back so humans won't have to try and look over their coifs. The house appears full. Please join me at my table after the show." That night, she added 'Over the Rainbow' as a tribute to all her colleagues who had traveled very far, across interstellar space, and from the far flung ends of the Earth, to enjoy her performance. There was less weeping but no less vigorous applause. As was her custom, she came out into the house, and sat at her own table to receive her admirers. She bought a round for the house, and Gwen's eyebrow twitched in that familiar way. Gwen had taken on her role as businesswoman wholeheartedly. It was I who had to remind her that Sissy could well afford to buy drinks for fifty houses if it pleased her. There were, among others, Phyriza, Fraser, Estilla from Tokyo, and the Valparaiso Consul, Rivastes, who offered some new arrangements of old favorites in her distinctive, challenging style. Two very tall young women approached the table, and introduced themselves: Nanette Jabrillot and Hilde Bronner, showgirls at the Folies Bergere. They raved about the show and Sissy asked them to join us. A few subtle clues: the way they touched each other and leaned over to whisper in each others' ears, suggested that they were more than just friends. Sissy rose from her chair and walked around to where they were sitting. She put a hand on each shoulder, squeezed gently, and leaned over between them, and whispered first in one then the the other ear. They laughed and nodded. Sissy walked back to her chair, stopping at my place to whisper in my ear, "Daniel, my dear. Would you please call the hotel and ask them to find another room for my two young friends. We've discovered a common interest, and I'd love to get into it with them later on this evening." And then she giggled at her transparency. "Good for you, Sissy. They are gorgeous. I congratulate you on your conquest. Lots of lipstick tonight?" "Oh, no doubt." I continued out into the lobby and called the Trocadero front desk. They were delighted to oblige Madame Sissy. As the party broke up, I told Gwen what had transpired, and she got that gleam in her eye and said, "Now that's money well spent. I'm very pleased for her. I'm sure we'll hear all the details in the car on the way to Dover. Hopefully, the twins will nod out like they usually do." We said farewell to all of our friends with rounds of kisses and hugs, and took taxis back to the hotel: Gwen and I in one, Sissy, Nanette, and Hilde in another. Salonari and the twins were already asleep, and we turned in as well. The following morning, Sissy and her two new friends joined us in the suite for breakfast. We introduced the twins, who were fascinated by these two human females who were almost as tall as Aunt Sissy. Salonari kissed them both warmly and instructed the twins to do as well. After all the kissing was done we had a lovely breakfast, and learned that the girls were about to be unemployed. The present show at the Follies Bergere had closed and a new one was being prepared. "I've already asked these lovely girls to join us, on to London and then to New York. I do so enjoy their company. They've already volunteered to teach the twins to speak French." Another round of kissing and hugging ensued. The twins clapped their hands, two more giantesses to play with. "Well, We're not going to all fit in the Maserati. I'm sorry, Gwen. We need a bigger vehicle. If we keep on picking up strays, we'll need a tour bus by the time we hit Pennsylvania. How about a stretched limo for now? We can have the Maserati driven back down to Barcelona, and rent something we can leave in Southampton. When we get to the States, we can re-evaluate. Okay?" "Oh Daniel. I love driving the Maserati, but you're right. Let's see if we can get a big Bentley with a supercharged engine. I could live with that. We could even take it to the States with us on board ship." "Darling. That's a custom item. You just can't go into a dealer and request a stretched Bentley limo with a supercharger. I'll make inquiries in London, and see If I can't order something to be delivered in the States." I had also grown accustomed to spending Sissy's money. We had more requests for appearances than we could ever satisfy, and she urged me to accept as many of them as possible. Her new career was giving her a level of pleasure and fulfillment that she had never had as a diplomat and politician, and she was making a ton of money. The proceeds from our last performance in Paris were donated, by Sissy, to a foundation which offered transition counseling and medical services to transgendered individuals: one of her pet charities. What's an extra few dollars here or there. She loved traveling by auto and ship, and would pay for anything to keep Gwen happy. I located an old restored Cadillac limo and leased it for a month. It would be reclaimed by the agency in Southampton after we sailed. The Cadillac was magnificent. What a relic. It had a spacious back seat for Sissy, Nanette, and Hilde: a rear facing kid-sized bench seat in place of jump seats for the twins, and a full-size bench seat up front. A huge trunk swallowed one piece of luggage apiece. The rest we shipped ahead. Salonari had assumed the chauffeuring duties from Gwen who sat next to her in the middle. I rode shotgun. Salonari was a fast, careful driver. She was very conscious of her two pals sitting right behind her. Gwen rested her hand on my thigh, and occasionally brushed it across my lap to keep me alert. The back seat passengers sang French songs, and chattered away in American English, French, German, and Hungarian: Hilde's mother's native tongue. Sissy was fluent in all of those and others as well. We made Calais in two hours. We drove directly onto the ferry, and went topside to have a snack. In no time we were surrounded by fans and Sissy patiently gave autographs. Several passengers even asked Salonari for her autograph. Any Fomalhaut would do. We never did get anything to eat, and bought bags of fish and chips to eat on the way. In no time at all, we made port in Dover, and Gwen took the wheel. This was her home turf. The backseaters sang and chattered, and Salonari turned around in her seat to join in. She tousled the twins' hair, and pinched their cheeks, and made them scream and laugh. I fed Gwen fish and chips, and wiped her face as she ate. I dropped chips in her lap and groped her as I recovered them. She winked at me and giggled. It was a jolly trip. After a hair-raising, for me, ride into the heart of London, we pulled up to the Dorchester Hotel, across Park Lane from Hyde Park. I'd booked a suite that could accommodate the whole party. Troops of bellboys and concierges conducted us to the elevator and thence up to the suite which had a sitting room and three bedrooms. Sissy had agreed that owing to the enormous demand of thousands of people to hear her perform, nightclubs were simply out of the question. Larger venues were the only way to answer the demand. We had settled on four concerts at the Royal Albert Hall on two consecutive weekends. That meant we had to hire an orchestra and a sound engineer and schedule rehearsals. We would have several weeks to prepare. Sissy didn't need more than two hours to prepare but everyone else would need the additional time. We decided to hire a wardrobe supervisor, hair and makeup artists, and a limousine service mainly because people working in those crafts were accustomed to serving performers in the venue, and we didn't want to do anyone out of a job. Her sudden fame was changing the nature of the tour, or perhaps we had been a little naive in expecting to conduct it ourselves as a family business. So, we had time to enjoy London, and that was fine. This was Gwen's home town and she knew lots of fun and interesting places to go. One afternoon when Nanette and Hilde were out shopping, and Salonari had dragged the twins to see an exhibit at the Royal Academy of Art, the three of us were relaxing at the hotel. "Gwen. I have a little problem." "Sissy. You have a problem? Whatever could it be?" "Ever since the girls joined us, we haven't had much time together, like before. I miss the two of you." "I don't know what to say. Aren't they keeping you happy? I suppose we could pay their way back to Paris with a nice bonus." "Oh no, no. I've grown awfully fond of them and they really are extraordinarily talented, uh, in bed. And they're so much fun to have around. No. I was hoping that, perhaps, the two of you could join us occasionally. If that didn't make you uncomfortable. Do you think I'm terrible?" "Not at all. I already told you that ordinary standards don't apply to you." "Isn't anyone going to ask me what I think?" "Don't be ridiculous, Daniel. I always ask for your opinion. What do you think?" "Well Gwen. I'll go along with whatever you decide. As always." She made an exasperated noise and grabbed my head between her two hands, and planted a wet kiss on my mouth. Sissy laughed. "Oh, you two. So Gwen?" "Well, they both are awfully lovely, and what's the harm. 'The love you take....' How many more girls do you intend to add to your harem? "Gwen! You make me sound like a sexual predator. Besides, there's no more room in the Caddy. Now that I'm performing, I seem to have more love to give." We all three embraced and traded kisses. "There's one other thing. I told the girls about 'Danni.' They'd love awfully to meet her, and hope she'll show up to play in our games. I hope you're not angry, Daniel." "No, Relieved actually. I do some of my finest work as Danni. Don't I Gwen? Being with you two has allowed me to lose my last vestige of shame. You are both so supportive. I meant what I said. Gwen wouldn't ask me to do anything I'd regret. Or you Sissy." "Oh good. I'm so happy." Sissy must have reported our conversation to Nanette and Hilde, because they became even more affectionate to Gwen and I than ever. When no one was looking, Hilde came up behind me and put her arms around me and cupped my balls and cock, and pulled me back into her, and nipped my ear. "Macht Sie das Gefuhl sexy?" I understood the 'sexy' part. Nanette kept bumping into Gwen with her hands at chest level, and left her hands on Gwen's breasts an extra second or two, and gently squeezed before letting go. "Oh, excusez-moi. Je suis si maladroit." Right. A gal who walked down stairs in four inch heels, in time to music, with a two foot feathered tiara balanced on the top of her perfectly level head was clumsy. Sissy beamed and the kids were oblivious. Both girls could speak some English, but hardly ever did: part of their allure, I guess. It was working. And then we got our chance. Phyriza called on a Monday to invite Salonari and the twins to accompany Fraser and her, that coming weekend, to the Virginia Scottish Games, being held at Great Meadow Park, about an hour West of Alexandria. Fife and drum, bagpipes, tossing of the caber, all the Gaelic amusements were on the program. It was good PR for the Embassy for her to attend, and she really liked to please Fraser in any way she could. We asked the twins and they readily agreed. A chance to see Aunty Riza and Fraser was not to be missed. They also looked forward to being in the Embassy,and visiting our old quarters and their old bedroom. Salonari felt she owed it to them to go along as a reward for them suffering through all the art museums. She did some research and decided it sounded like fun. They all planned to buy kilts and sporrans as souvenirs. The twins had been awestruck the first time they saw Fraser in his complete regalia one evening when he escorted Phyriza to an Embassy dinner. Judy had sneaked a peek under his kilt and came running back to Gwen. "Mommy," she whispered, "he's not wearing any panties. Why do I have to wear panties?" "You don't if you're wearing a kilt." "Can I have a kilt?" "When you are older." Judy remembered, and naturally confided in her brother, and they confided in their pal Salonari. They were all going to have their kilts and go commando. Sissy called Phyriza, and accepted the invitation. The kids would take a shuttle over Saturday morning. She asked Phyriza to please not send them home until Monday morning. Sissy took her girlfriends into a corner and related, in French, what had transpired. They chattered back and forth, and then Sissy joined us on the couch. "Darlings. Have you ever heard of the Magic Theatre?" "No. I don't think so." "No. I've heard of the Magic Castle, in LA. What, magic acts? Ladies sawn in half, that sort of thing?" "No. Lots of ladies, but all in one piece. The Magic Theatre is a once a month party at the Rivoli Ballroom, for trannies, their admirers, drag queens and kings Goths, Club Kids, and everyone else who likes to dress up and party. And, it's this weekend. Hilde wants us all to go together. She and Nanette will create costumes for us, and when we come home from the party, we will remove our costumes and voila. Are you game?" "Well, yes." "And I'll be the shortest one, again, as usual. I demand a very special costume. It isn't fair, living with a man who wears gowns, and amazons. Oh. I'm sorry, I really do love you all even if you are so tall." We heard Salonari call out. "We are going to the London Scottish Regiment Museum to look at kilts and sporrans. Bye." "She knows every museum in London. She'll drag the twins around until they're exhausted," said Gwen. Nan and Hilde sat on either side of Gwen on the couch and put their hands on her shoulders and belly and promised in three languages that her costume would be the most glamorous, spectacular one at the Magic Theatre. Nanette then cupped her breast and kissed her neck, and Hilde was doing something under her skirt. Gwen flushed and surrendered, and Hilde pushed her skirt further up her thighs and tapped on her panties, directly between her legs. Sissy also flushed and pinched her nipples between her fingers. I walked up to her and kissed her full in the mouth." "They'll be gone for at least an hour. I want to see these lipstick lesbians of yours in action." Gwen was pacified by the time the kids got back from museum hopping. "I want Black Watch." said Solly. "I want McPherson," said Judy. "I want Lovat Fraser." said Salonari. "I can see why you want to keep the girls with us, Sissy." sighed Gwen, "They are very inventive. Do they ever get tired?" "They haven't yet. The girls spent a lot of time shopping. Sissy financed the whole operation. Gwen not so much as peeped when they handed her the credit card receipts. Hilde consulted with a drag performer friend of hers on makeup and wigs. The girls continued to be brazen about groping us when the kids weren't looking. Gwen gave a little of their own back. She began to trade grope for grope and would reach up with her hands, and pull a head down, and kiss with open mouth and tongue. She was getting into the spirit, as usual. It wasn't all fun and games. I hired an orchestra suggested to me by Albert Hall management, and set up a rehearsal schedule. Sissy gave them recommendations for favorite arrangements and keys, and gave an impromptu recital for the audio mixer so that she could appreciate Sissy's range and power. Sissy rehearsed twice with the orchestra and pronounced herself satisfied. Gwen's media blitz could hardly keep up with word of mouth, and we were sold out over a week before the first performance. A Rolls-Royce agent returned my call, and informed me that the factory had built a stretched Phantom with a turbo-charged V-12 for an Arabian Gulf Emir who had unfortunately been deposed and beheaded; they would be honored for Sissy to own one of their motorcars. Would we be interested? We were. Gwen, Salonari, the twins, and I drove out in the Caddy to inspect it. It was perfect unless Sissy added another girlfriend: two seats up front and two spacious benches facing each other in the back; it was two-tone silver and black, with red leather upholstery and walnut furniture. I bought it on the spot. We left the Caddy with instructions to have it delivered to a garage in Southampton, and returned to London in our new toy. Salonari drove and raved about its power and eight-speed transmission. I told Gwen she could still get her Bentley: perhaps a coupe. She laughed and said she was quite satisfied with her Maserati. Friday night, before the kids were to leave for Virginia, we ate dinner together at the hotel's Chinese restaurant. With eight of us, we ordered many different selections, and fashioned kid friendly chopsticks with rolled-up wrappers and rubber bands. The twins actually managed to feed themselves with chopsticks, and were delighted. It was a pleasant change of pace from service in the suite and the more formal Grille. Saturday morning, we bustled around getting the kids ready to leave, and sent them off in a taxi to the Consulate to catch a shuttle to Virginia. This was a new high-orbit type and would drop them off at the Embassy in under two hours. Our old friend, the AI who had flown me to Athens to meet Gwen, had been downloaded into this newer model, and called to report that his three passengers were safely aboard, and on their way. "Always a pleasure to speak with you, Counselor Harris. I shall serve grape juice to Judith and Solomon: the white variety; I do not care to have my new upholstery stained. Ms. Salonari sends her greetings and assurances that she will not let the twins out of her sight. My instructions are to pick them up at the Embassy Monday morning. Goodbye." The wonders of Federation technology never ceased to amaze me: a flying saucer that doubled as a soccer mom. Nanette and Hilde were in a high state of excitement. They were anxious to get on with our transformations. Hilde came up behind me, reached around, and ran her hands up my thighs, across my crotch and up to my chest. She pinched my nipples, and whispered in my ear, "Toute cette sera une bombe blonde." "Not yet, my pet," said Sissy, "I am having a brunch buffet sent up. We shall eat a leisurely meal, bathe, and all take naps. We will be up very late. Veux-tu faire la sieste avec moi, ma petite?" Sissy removed Hilde's hands from my chest, turned her around, and cupped her round bottom in her hands. She rotated Hilde's groin against her own and kissed her lightly. "Oui. Une collation, une sieste, puis deesses. J'approuve. It was Sissy's standard pre-game meal: oysters, clams, anchovies with capers, smoked Whitefish, and hard-cooked eggs deviled with caviar. Nanette wrinkled her nose. "But Sissy, ma cherie. I cannot eat des anchois. Ma bouche will taste funky." "Nonsense, silly girl. If you can't eat des anchois, you can't eat pussy. Your bouche will taste just as good as the rest of you" Nanette winked at Gwen, licked her lips and said, "Alors....zen I must eat des anchois!" I was thoroughly sated, with food, that is. My appetite for other pleasures was intact. Gwen took my hand and pulled me toward our bedroom. "Ta ta. We shall see you in a couple of hours. I can't wait to see the costumes." We undressed, bathed, and went to bed. I spooned Gwen and felt my cock stiffen against her bottom. I ran my finger lightly up and down her lips until I felt them swell. "Not now, Danny boy. You're not as young as you used to be and you have more than one lady to satisfy tonight. Now don't act like your feelings are hurt. Gwen knows best." She was right. I snuggled against the warmth of her bottom, fondling her breast, and fell asleep. When I awoke, she was already up, sitting at the desk wearing nothing. She was still beautiful. Her breasts were firm, her belly round but not fat, and her bottom showed no sign of cellulite. I still loved her dearly. I was glad she was willing to accept Nanette and Hilde into our family. Neither posed any threat to her. They just wanted to have fun, and so did we. "Darling," she said, "I've had a positively smashing idea. What if we were to activate our chips and switch bodies right now, and then let the girls dress us up. I'll wear your fantastic drag as you, and you can be me, a real woman. This way, I get to be tall, and you get my tits. It will be so much fun later on. I would like to take Hilde with your equipment, and Nanette has already shown an eagerness to taste me. That would be you." "Brilliant. I hope I remember to call you Daniel. No, I won't have to. We can all select new noms de travesti. We won't tell them. Right?" "Right. Sissy is sure to figure it out, but we won't let the girls in on our secret until they've been with us a little while longer. They're might not be in it for the long haul, like Sissy and us." Back when Gwen and I came to work for Sissy, as a team, she rewarded us with nano chips, installed by the Med Section, which allowed us to switch bodies with each other at will. This was thanks to the same technology which allowed the Fomalhaut diplomats to wear bodies of other than their own species in the furtherance of their missions. Those bodies were generally purpose built for each specific mission. We did not publicize any of this. Gwen came and lay down next to me and said, "Now," and I blinked and I was she. "I'm so glad I didn't let you have your way with me. I'm going to need all my stamina tonight. Call me Daniel. I love to hear Gwen's voice say 'Daniel.' And, I love to kiss Gwen with your lips. We are such shameless narcissists." We kissed, and I said in that familiar clear soprano, "The love you take is equal to the love you make, Daniel. Did you like the way that sounded.?" "Yes. Put on panties, my black peignoir, and mules. I will wear your short robe. No need to cover up, Very shortly, we will have very little to hide from anyone, except our little secret." We entered the sitting room. Sissy and her girls were sitting around chatting. Nanette and Hilde were wearing only their panties. Sissy was wearing a short kimono. "I feel overdressed," I said, and removed my peignoir. I saw Nan and Hilde check me out. They circled and made comments to each other. "La belle poitrine. Yes, beautiful bosom. Perhaps too full? Non, very firm. And ze cleft at ze top of her derriere, parfait. She is very beautiful. La derniere, non? Yes, we will do her last." "Well, If I'm to be last, I shall sit down." I flounced as best I could to a chair and sat. Sissy eyed me and winked. She already knew. The girls walked over to Gwen and eyed him up and down. Hilde rubbed her hand across his chest. "Daniel. You are so smooth. Ah, I see. To play Danni, you must remove the hair, non? Gut, tres bien, leichter. You make it easier. You will be first. Nanette and I will moisturize you, all over. Then, Nanette can go to Madame L'Ambassadeure. But what do you think of us?" The two of them each put an arm around the other's waist and rested their hands on a hip. The remaining arms were raised in showgirl poses. "Voila. We are twins, non?" They were spectacular. Five foot ten inches or so, firm, round breasts, narrow hips, impossibly long thighs and smooth calves. Their skin was flawless. Their bodies were close to identical. "Daniel. You cannot be Danni, yet. Tu etes de plus en dur. You are aroused. Gwen. You must let us relieve poor Daniel. Please say yes." Sure enough. Gwen was getting an erection. It was quite visible under his shorts. "Daniel will get all the relief he needs later. Think virtuous thoughts, dear. Once they get you in a gaff you'll be fine." Sissy was laughing out loud, now. She thought it hilarious when I acted bossy as Gwen. "Enough of this nonsense," I said in my best Gwen, I am the mother, voice. I want to know what our costumes are to be." "Yes. We will behave," said Hilde. "We are all to become les deesses: goddesses. Danni and Sissy are to be Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes Two goddesses of the cinema. We have exact copies of the gowns. A blonde wig for Danni, raven black for Sissy, and voila. Ma belle soeur et moi, we shall be Fomalhaut goddesses. Some sheer fabric, jewelry, high heel sandals, tall wigs, c'est fait." "What about me?" "You Gwen, will be la plus formidible de toute. Venus de Milo." "But Venus de Milo is topless. I'll get arrested. I don't know; I've never been to a party, topless: at least, not a public party." Nanette walked over behind my chair, reached over my shoulders, and cupped my breasts in her hands. She gently hefted them and squeezed my nipples. "Gwen. Your breasts are tres magnifique. Share them. Your costume is the best of all. You must trust me. You will feel comfortable and glamorous. My dear Gwen, now you are becoming aroused." I wasn't sure how we were going to make it through the rest of the afternoon without stopping for some relief. But then we'd have to bathe again, and repair makeup and hair. We were going to have to be strong and wait for later. "Allons. Daniel. Come with Nanette and me. We shall give you a very close shave and smooth your skin with perfumed cream. All over. Sissy. Nanette will be with you shortly in your room. Gwen. You must wait until we finish Danni and Sissy, and then we will come to you. We shall dress last. Our costumes are tres simplememt. "Gwen darling, please come and wait with me in my room. Let's not distract Danni from enjoying her beauty treatment. It's so special when she gets to wear a beautiful gown and heels and makeup, and of course, Chanel #5. Shall we?" We walked into her bedroom and sat on the bed. "Very impressive when you discarded your peignoir. I'm not sure that was quite in character. Shall I call you Gwen, Daniel, or Danni?" "For now, you must call me Gwen, until I'm Venus. I don't know about bare breasts." "Oh relax and go with the flow, Gwen. It was her idea, right. She does love her surprises. I bet she thought of it because she wanted to be tall. I love it. Gwen with padded boobs. Whatever will she think of next. I'm having fun already. Jane Russell for me. I won't need to pad my boobs for Jane Russell. Do you think they're too big. I really do resemble an operatic diva. All I need is a breastplate and spear. Perhaps I ought to get the Med section to do a reduction. And those extra inches I added to my hips. I sort of regret that now. I want to look less goddess-like. More human. Sissy is not Thanopses. I do love to show some cleavage but I'm beginning to think I'm too ample, everywhere. What do you think Daniel, my oldest and dearest human friend?' "It's Gwen. I think you are perfect. It's part of my conditioning. But I also think you ought to follow your instincts. Perhaps less awe and more intimacy would be right for Sissy. Would it affect your voice? You wouldn't want to do that. It certainly wouldn't affect the way we feel about you. You know, Salonari asked me if I thought Solomon would like her better if she was smaller. We've got to watch those two." I had been in Gwen's body for less than a half an hour, and already I was chattering on just like her. Amazing what estrogen can do. If Sissy decided to downsize, It would make her less recognizable in public. She could wear a wig and dark glasses and go incognito if she wanted to. And she'd take up less room in the Rolls. I had to discuss this with Gwen. Nanette came in. "Sissy ma cherie. Now we will try to make Jane as beautiful as Sissy. Alors. Assis ici. Yes, sit here and I will do your makeup." "I'm going to check in with Danni." I left and stopped by my room, and grabbed the baby doll part of the peignoir set, I was just a tad uncomfortable about having my breasts bouncing around for everyone to see. Then I laughed at myself and threw it back into the drawer. Half of London was about to see my breasts. Certainly, Gwen had, every day of her adult life. I stuck my head into the bathroom. "Are you indecent? May I come in?" Hilde was doing Danni's make up. She had already sculpted her face with blush and shadow to achieve a softer more feminine appearance. She had plucked and shaped her eyebrows, and was applying eyelashes. Danni was starting to look hot. "I'm getting bored," I said, "I don't want to be last." "Oh, but you must. You will be so magnifique. Just wait, ma cherie." So, I waited. I went back into the sitting room and sat. And absentmindedly touched my panties, between my legs. So sensitive. I tapped tentatively, and then more deliberately. I slipped my finger in and stroked slowly up and down. Very nice. "Gwen! Look at Danni." I looked up. Standing in the door was the familiar shape of my body, wearing my robe, and the head of a blonde female. The shape of the eye brows, the high forehead, and the red mouth certainly did suggest Marilyn Monroe. "Smashing. There really is a striking resemblance. The wig is perfect. I can't wait to see the gown." "Now I will shape her body and dress her. Tres bientot. You must wait just a little longer. They went back in the room and I could hear giggling in two voices: one high, one a little lower. I resumed lazily petting and stroking myself. I tried to keep it low key. I didn't want to become too excited. I loved the resonance deep in my core when I touched nipple or clitoris. "Voici. Hier ist sie. Look at my creation." "What do you think, Gwen?" Danni said in a soft husky voice that was a combination of both of ours." She posed, and twirled. She was wearing that iconic, hot pink, floor length gown and matching opera length gloves. Her waist was petite and her hips flared. She had rhinestone earrings, necklace, and bracelets. The dress had an enormous pink bow edged with black attached as a bustle. I smelled the aroma of Chanel #5. Danni was a knockout. "Wow. You look incredible. Your waist is so small. That can't be very comfortable. Lift your hem. I want to see your shoes. Oh, perfect. The same color and the heel isn't too high. You'll be able to dance all night." "Puis-je presenter Jane!" Nanette stood in the doorway of Sissy's room. She entered, and gestured dramatically with her arm. Sissy walked in and posed with her arms open to the side, palms up and her head slightly thrown back. She was wearing a steel-blue floor-length gown and a silver fox stole. The gown had a deep vee neckline that rose to points at her shoulders and was beaded with jet and rhinestones. She wore long, dangling, rhinestone earrings. The combination of raven wig, eyebrows, and red mouth said Jane Russell on a grander scale than even the original. "Isn't this something? I've never felt so much like a real human. Do you think I look like a big, tall, man in drag? I hope so. I'm so glad this gown covers my breasts. They could easily be silicone forms. The stole is faux fur. No sense riling someone up. Look at my shoes. They also match. I think my precious girls have done a magnificent job. I can't wait to see them in their Fomalhaut drag. They really are too thin for verisimilitude but their bodies are so luscious, who cares? Girls. Take Gwen and transform her, quickly. I can't wait for us all to be in our new personae. Quickly. Chop chop." "Oui, Madame L'Ambassadeure. Come Gwen. Venez avec nous. We will use the kids' bathroom." "Oh dear. I really must stop being so imperious. I'm just Sissy now. And, please call me Jane and my lovely companion, Marilyn." The girls giggled again and took me by the arms into the kids room and into the bath. They had taped plastic sheeting over the tiles surrounding the tub. There was a small compressor plugged into a wall socket. "You know, Gwen," said Nanette, "The ancients painted their statues to make them seem warmer. That is what we shall do for you. Let me remove your panties. Ah, very smooth. La cire, the wax, non? Bien. Merveilleux. Please, this wig cap, so. Oui. Now, stand in the tub. I assure you this is safe. Your skin will respire. Non-toxique. Remove with soap. She turned on the compressor and began to spray my entire body from my neck down to the soles of my feet: My breasts, my underarms, in between my legs, my bottom. Gold, iridescent gold. The pigment dried immediately and didn't feel at all unpleasant. She had me close my eyes and quickly sprayed my face right up to the wig cap. I got out of the tub and sat in front of the mirror. It looked amazing and I actually felt clothed in a strange sort of way. She penciled exaggerated brows in black, applied eyelashes, and painted my mouth red. Next, a wig of golden hair that swept back from my brow, was gathered in a sort of bun, with a single tress falling down my back. She fastened the wig to the cap with double-sided tape. She attached gold pasties, crafted in the shape of delicate leaves, to my nipples. Into the bedroom, and Hilde draped a semi-sheer fabric into sort of a skirt around my hips, across my lower belly, and back across my bottom, leaving the cleft exposed. She attached it to my skin in strategic spots with wardrobe tape. It felt secure and swished as I moved my hips. I put on gold sandals. The final touch was a pair of black opera length gloves. I admired myself in a full-length mirror and rotated my shoulders to make my breasts sway. Hilde was right. I wanted to share them. I entered the sitting room and struck a pose. Marilyn and Jane gasped with their red mouths open. I twirled. And my skirt fell open along one golden leg. My breasts swayed back and forth as I moved. I liked the effect and decided to be as brazen as possible. I knew Gwen would enjoy seeing herself like this. "Venus." "Words simply can't do you justice." "How does it feel?" "Do you feel self-conscious?" "I love your pasties." "Are you wearing panties; it's hard to tell." "Your bottom looks delicious." I smiled at both of them. My two best friends. "It feels fine. I do not feel at all self-conscious. I'm proud of the way I look. Yes, these pasties are clever. I am wearing nothing but paint under my skirt. I wish I could see my bottom from your point of view. Marilyn dear, I love the way they filled out your bust. How does it feel? She came close to me and said softly for only me to hear, "You men who do this, must love us very much. This is a new insight that I will treasure. I am so corseted and padded, and constrained, I can hardly feel who I really am. Thank you for wanting to look like me." She gave me a girly kiss in the air next to my cheek which I returned. Neither of us wanted to ruin our makeup. Jane walked over to us and embraced us, careful not to disturb our costumes: remarkable restraint for her. "This is our best adventure, yet. We must have pictures taken to show the kids when they are older. I'll send a copy to Phyriza, as well." "You must include us in your photo." Nanette and Hilde had entered and struck their showgirl pose. They wore sheer Fomalhaut robes and gold high heel sandals. They wore earrings, necklaces, and bracelets of faux gems. The wore wigs of hair piled high on their heads, also decorated with gems. Nanette's wig was the same golden blonde as Sissy's hair. Hilde's was flaming red like Salonari. Their nipples were decorated with sparking rhinestones and and they wore rhinestone g-strings that glittered through the sheer fabric, as well. With their slender bodies and perky breasts they looked more like tributes to, rather than impersonations of the real thing. "Bravo, my pets. You have captured the essence of the Fomalhaut earthly incarnation. I shall give you Fomalhaut names. Nanette, you shall be Chrylantra, my beta ex-wife. Hilde, you shall be Aeonarra, my gamma ex. Yes. Venus my dear, call the hotel photographer and have someone come up and capture us. I'm sure they are totally discreet. This will make a lovely Christmas card. Just kidding." It didn't matter what I was wearing. Sissy always knew who to charge with her errands. I intended to keep it that way. "Right on it. Jane. I'm sure there will be photographers at the Magic Theatre." "Yes, but those will be candids. I do intend to have this one enlarged and hanging somewhere, someday. Chrylantra, Aeonarra, you have made me very happy today. If there is something you'd like..." "Oh Sissy...Jane," said Aeonarra, "I like only to be with you, as long as you will have me. Peut-etre, you would allow me to serve you in other ways. I could be more than une jouete pour lit, a love toy." "Et moi. I too can serve. I have une education. I am here because I love you. You do not have to keep me as une maitresse." "Mes cheris. You are not toys or mistresses. You are my friends and compagnons. If you wish for something else to keep you occupied, Daniel and Gwen will find something, tomorrow, after we wash off the makeup. Satisfait?' "Oui." "Oui." The photographer came up, and snapped us, and promised proofs by the following afternoon. She guaranteed complete discretion and the negatives, as well. She told us we looked absolutely splendid and asked if she could keep a print for her private collection. Jane told her to bring along an extra print, and she'd autograph it for her. If I knew 'Jane,' copies of that photograph would wind up in every Fomalhaut Consulate on Earth ,as well as other places throughout the Federation. She had absolutely no shame about anything. The longer we lived with her, the more like her we became. Even at several hundred years, life was too short to have silly little secrets. We paraded out through the lobby and into a limo I had hired for the evening. I somewhat covered my breasts with a gold lame stole which was the final piece of my costume. I could let it drape open if I chose. The other guests were stunned. The Brits liked to think of themselves as decorous, but secretly admired a flashy show if it was done to the nines. Our show was in the high nines. The Magic Theatre is held in the Rivoli Ballroom in Crofton Park, south of the Thames. Hilde had already paid for admission, and we surrendered our tickets at the door. We made an entrance worthy of goddesses and surveyed the scene. The room was not merely ornate; it was Rococo. An arched white ceiling with gold ribs was contrasted by red velvet walls. There were lights of many types: crystal chandeliers, shiny round Chinese lanterns with gold tassels, bell shaped fixtures in groups of three, and large illuminated globes in a line at the top of the walls. The room was full. I sensed that there were an even number of males and females but at least eighty percent of those we saw were dressed as females. Those with cleavage exposed it extravagantly. There were costumes from every period. I saw several French Precieuse, Flappers, Hippies, and many in contemporary formal gowns. There was another Marilyn in the equally iconic white dress from The Seven Year itch. She was lovely and six feet two inches tall in her heels. I couldn't make her one way or another. A slender, beautifully made up red-head, wearing a red corset, a short frilly red jacket, white hose, and red heels approached us. Her breasts peeped out from the top of her corset. She had three companions: a girl wearing a red satin gown, another in Naval Female Mess Dress, and another in a blue satin prom dress. "Hello. My name is Tanya. I thought I knew all the girls here, but I do not recognize you. These are my friends Saskia, Admiral Rachel, and her girlfriend, also Rachel." Also Rachel said, "Please call me Boom." Sissy introduced us, "You are all so lovely. I am Jane, my friend Marilyn, her mate Venus, and my pets, Chrylantra and Aeonarra." I smiled at her and let my stole fall to the side. Her eyes widened and she said, "Venus. Your costume is smashing, but they frown on nudity here, my dear" I readjusted my stole so it just covered my nipples. "But Tanya dear. My nipples are covered and who's to say that my breasts aren't merely glued to my chest with surgical adhesive?" "If anyone could spot a breast form, I can. Yours sway as only the real thing can. And not implants either. Anyway darling, your voice gives you away. You are quite lovely. And you, Jane. You could be an American Footballer, but something tells me you are also XX." "Actually more like XXX, but who's counting?" "I think I see a Y lurking in the lovely Marilyn. Am I right?" "Well yes and no. My spirit is feminine," Marilyn chuckled. "And what of us?" said Chrylantra, "I am beta so I was once un homme. Ma ami, elle est toute femme. Une gamma. N'est-ce pas Jane?" "Mais oui, ma cherie. It has been so nice meeting you ladies. I believe we shall take a turn around the room and see, and be seen. Au revoir. Our high spirited girls preceded us as we strolled around the room. They greeted, and posed with other party goers for the amateur photographers who were everywhere. "How much have you told the girls?" Gwen and I asked almost simultaneously. "I told them a little about my other family and my earlier life. They know they have to be discrete. I trust them and I intend to keep them with us. That was just a little tease. None of those ladies had the slightest idea what Aeonarra was talking about. Are you angry with me?" "I feel protective," said Marilyn, "Mama Grizzly. That's all. If you trust them, that's good enough for me. If they want to earn their keep, I'll start training them to do some of the publicity and booking. Would that make you happy?" "Oh yes, and they will so appreciate it. They're good girls." "Good. And now, can we go back to the hotel? My breast forms and hip pads are making me perspire. Venus darling. Let's switch back right now. I want to be Venus for our grand exit." "We've never done it in a crowd, standing up." "Come here and let me hold you," said Jane, "You'll be fine." She put an arm around each of our shoulders and Gwen said, "Now," and I blinked, and I was wearing that hot pink gown. She was right. My chest and thighs were slippery with perspiration, and I was ready for some fresh air. "Wow. This costume is much more comfortable. We shall have to do Fun Fest. I must have a streak of exhibitionism like our girls. I'm going to flash the whole room on the way out." We gathered up Chrylantra and Aeonarra, and promised them that the night was surely not over. We walked toward the door, and Venus dropped her stole, and let it trail behind her on the ground. She thrust her breasts out, and proudly exited to the gasps of admiration from those who saw her. Into the limo, and back to the hotel. On the way, I was inspired by my gown and the scent of my perfume to chatter along with them like a real girl. We swept through the lobby, into an elevator, and burst into the suite, disrobing as fast as we could. Gwen and I showered together in our bath. The gold pigment washed off easily, and we did our faces with cold cream. Only a hint of mascara remained on our lashes. I put on a pair of shorts and Gwen, a fresh pair of panties. We walked into the sitting room, and Sissy appeared shortly afterward, wearing a short gauzy kimono. Nanette and Hilde appeared, also wearing panties. When we were seated, Nanette stood up and said, "I am so ashamed. I have kept a secret from you, dear Daniel and Gwen, a secret with several parts. Sissy, of course, knew my secret from the beginning. She allowed me to select the time to reveal it to you. First, I speak much better English than I have let on. It amused me to be the silly French girl. My native tongue is German, like Hilde. She also likes to play the silly French girl. I also speak Hungarian, like my mother, Hilde's mother. She is my sister, and I....am her brother." Nanette removed her panties, and then, under her panties, a gaff. She had a penis! "Hilde is my older sister by a year. I always knew that I was meant to be a girl like her. She encouraged me and started me on hormones when I was thirteen, the same year our parents were killed on the Autobahn. I have lived as a girl since and intend to always, but I do not want to surrender my penis to a surgeon's knife. I cannot say why. She burst into tears, and ran to Gwen who hugged her and tried to comfort her. I guess she wasn't fudging when she said she was a beta. Hilde stood up. "I too can speak better English than I let on. I kept my sister's secret because she means everything to me. She is the only family I have, or had, until I met you. You mustn't think she and I are lovers. Together, we love Sissy. Please forgive me. She burst into tears and ran to me, and I hugged her and uttered soothing inanities. Sissy spoke, "It made no difference to me then, and it makes no difference to me now. I kept the secret because I had secrets to share with them. They are part of this family. And, they are adorable. I will not give them up. I like the French jeune fille routine. Nanette will remain a girl here, and tell the twins and Salonari when the time is right for her. Secrets are hard to keep from your family. Nanette looked at Gwen and me, and said, "I ate des anchois, and I have the taste in my mouth. Please Daniel, let me taste Gwen. I have thought of nothing else all evening. I nodded my head, "Gwen?" "Yes," she said, and took Nanette by the hand and led her into our bedroom. Hilde placed her hand on my cock, and looked into my eyes, "Daniel, let me pleasure you." I took her hand and led her toward her room. "I'll be in to check on you all of you later. I too have the taste of des anchois in my mouth," Sissy laughed. I awoke with the light. Hilde was sprawled next to me, on her back, with one knee elevated, the other leg flat. Young people can sleep in the damnedest positions. I remembered our lovemaking. She quite overwhelmed me, and then Sissy came, and we served her together. I got up and went to the bath. I knew Gwen was up. She couldn't hold it past seven o'clock either. On a whim, I grabbed Hilde's robe and put it on. I walked into the sitting room. "Very nice , Daniel. If she didn't have a twenty-two inch waist, you could wear all her clothes. How are you, my sweet? "Rode hard...And you?" "Nanette's little thing is not quite serviceable, but her 'bouche' is divine. Of course, mine is too. And then Sissy came in. I was put away wet, as well. Are you happy with our our expanded family?" "Yes" "Nanette wants desperately to please you. She went on and on about how carefully she would douche herself, if you would consent to take her." "What we need is a young stud." "No. Only one male in a family. And you can't escape into pregnancy. Suck it up, lover. We're a team. Those girls need us as much as the twins do. And Salonari. I pray she doesn't enter adolescence until Solomon is seventeen or eighteen. What's a mother to do?" "Let's have some coffee, Mom." We drank coffee and laughed about our adventure at the Magic Theatre. We agreed that the anticipation and preparations were more fun than than the event. We also agreed that we both were looking forward to real family outings minus the costumes and sexually charged atmosphere. Nanette's confession had released a flood of repressed emotion; we felt cleansed. I was looking forward to open, truthful relationships with her and Hilde. And, I missed the kids. They'd only been gone for twenty-four hours; It seemed longer. "Good morning darlings," Sissy swept in wearing yet another of her short kimonos, this one a floral print silk. "What a marvelous catharsis. I think Nanette picked the perfect time to spill it. Would you care to accompany us up to the ship today? I've decided to gradually reduce my size over the next year or two. I hope my public will concentrate on my singing and only the obsessives will notice the change. I intend to be more human in scale. This enormous behind has got to go. And these breasts: too much of a good thing. Nan and Hilde need to start reconditioning. They are young so we'll just do the preliminary. I'll have Nanette's hormone balance adjusted so she can stop taking estrogen supplements, and we'll get rid of those horrid implants. We'll give her a nice pair of real tits just like her sister's. Maybe that will convince her to let us finish the job. I've checked your profiles. You are both due for regular anti- aging. Today is as good a time as any. Well?" "Reduce your size? What's that all about?" "I already mentioned it to Daniel. I've been thinking about it for a while. Jane Russell convinced me. I don't want to stand out like a freak anymore." "Daniel! Why didn't you say anything to me?" "Yesterday was the first I heard of it. What about your voice?" "I may lose a little power but the quality and timbre will remain the same. We're always amplified anyway, and I'll still be able to blow you out of the room. I never let it rip all the way. Another example of too much of a good thing. My mind is quite made up. I'll gradually reduce my height as well. It will be so much easier to buy clothes." The girls joined us. They were both wearing my t-shirts and boxers. I was glad they didn't feel the need to maintain their showgirl pose. We kissed around, and Sissy started in again, "So, girls. Today we go up to the ship and visit the Med Center. I'm going to knock off a few pounds and inches, and you are going to have your preliminary treatments. Nanette ma cher, I want to get rid of the silicone and give you real breasts." "You can do that?" "Of course. We do it at the genetic level. Hormone production too. When you are ready, we can promote the growth of a real vagina: ovaries and uterus too, if you want. That might take more than one visit." "No knife?" "Of course not. Think about it." "Oh mon dieu. What is to think? It is my dream. No more Niklas; just Nanette, all of me. Une fille authentique! Oui, bien sur, oui." She burst into tears and hugged Sissy. Hilde burst into tears and hugged Gwen and I. Her arms were surprisingly long and she managed to nearly encircle us both. "Ma petite soeur, toute comme moi. I am so happy." Sissy disentangled herself and gave Nanette a tissue. "Good. I'm glad that's settled. Now go and get dressed and I'll have a breakfast service sent up. Please. Dress like stylish young ladies. The two of you need to start setting a good example for Salonari. She's much too fond of her jeans. She has such beautiful legs. When she gets back, I'm going to suggest she starts downsizing too. Any questions? Now go." "Can't quite lose L'Ambassadeure, can you Sissy?" "I'm trying, Daniel." Nanette came back and whispered in Gwen's ear. Gwen smiled and whispered back. Nanette skipped out of the room. "She asked my permission for you to inaugurate her new equipment, Daniel. I told her that it would be no other You will be gentle, won't you dear." "I'm always gentle. You're the one with a rough streak. Mind you, I'm not complaining." "Yes dear." "Now I'm going to cry," sniffled Sissy and took another tissue. We took our time bathing and dressing. It was refreshing to wear a shirt and slacks and loafers instead of pasties and see-through skirt. I must be getting old. Gwen wore a french-cut t-shirt and wrap around skirt and sandals. We went back out into the sitting room and the girls had heeded Sissy's advice. They wore cotton sundresses with bare shoulders and full skirts and brightly colored canvas espadrilles. They had painted their fingernails and toes in the same soft pink shade, and carried straw totes. Sissy wore a ruffled cotton peasant skirt and blouse and sandals as w