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Synopsis: Darren and his mother travel to Mexico so that Darren can get
the cosmetic surgery he needs to look like a middle aged woman.
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Chapter 15
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I sat down on one of the the hotel's double beds and lit a cigarette.
The five hour flight to Mexico had been grueling. My discomfort had
nothing to do with bad weather or turbulence and everything to do with
nicotine withdrawal.
Mom lit a cigarette and took a seat on the couch across from me.
"Welcome to Mexico," she said.
Instead of answering her, I stared at the rings of smoke circling from
the end of my cigarette.
"Is everything okay?" my mother asked.
I bit my lip and wiped away at a tear that had come out of nowhere.
Mom got up off the couch and sat next to me on the bed. She put her arm
around me and I bent my head so that it was resting it in the crook of
her neck.
"You don't have to go through with this," she said. "We can fly back
home tonight and pretend none of this ever happened. You can have your
old life back."
I sniffed and told her that I wasn't crying because I wanted my old life
back.
"Then what is it? What's wrong?" she asked.
"Its just that its so real now," I said. "Everything I always wanted or
thought I wanted...its all about to happen."
"Then why aren't you happy?"
"I am happy, but..."
"But what?" asked Mom. "If you're having second thoughts about this then
we should talk about it now, before its too late."
"Its not like that, Mom. Its more like this is just a dream and its not
really happening. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up any minute and
none of this is going to real."
"Its not a dream, Darren. This is really happening. And if you go
through with this surgery, you'll have the body of a middle aged woman.
And more importantly, you'll have the life of a middle aged woman."
"And when I come back after Christmas, they'll cut off my penis and give
me a vagina?"
"That's the plan," my mother said. "But you can wait until later if
you're not sure."
"But that's thing, Mom. I am sure. I'm scared to death but I've never
been more sure of anything in my whole life. The sooner I'm like you,
the happier I'll be. I'd do it tomorrow if it was okay with the doctor."
"I don't know, Honey. With everything else you're having done, it would
be such a physical strain to do everything at once. We'd have to stay
another two weeks for you to recover, and with Christmas coming up, you
don't need to be feeling like a tank ran over your body."
I was totally floored. "Are you saying its a choice and I don't have to
wait to get it all done?"
Mom blinked and shook her head. "Dr. Girardi doesn't think its a good
idea for you to get everything done at once, and neither do your father
and I."
"Why? If its just the physical pain, then I can take it. I'm tough,
Mom. You know that."
"I do know that, Honey. "But we're not as worried about your body as we
are about your mental health. It's just so much so soon. Don't you
think?"
"Are you kidding me?" I asked as I shook my head violently. "This can't
happen fast enough for me. Why didn't you tell me I could do it all at
once?"
Mom hesitated and took a puff from her cigarette. "I guess I was just
trying to give you enough time to be able to change your mind."
"Because you want me to change my mind?" I asked.
"No. Of course not, and quit saying that. None of this is about what I
want. Its about what you want. But I don't want you to have any regrets
either." Karen sighed and said, "I'm sorry for sounding like a broken
record about the regrets, but a sex change will change your life for
better or worse. There's just no way around that and I don't want it be
for the worst."
"This is really hard for you," I said as I placed my hand on top of hers,
"Isn't it?"
The expression on her face turned blank as she nodded her head. "I keep
thinking I must be the worst parent in the world for letting you do
this," she said. "Its bad enough that I gave you permission to start
smoking. Look at you. You're smoking three packs a day and you're only
16."
"You say it like its a bad thing, but its not."
"But it is a bad thing!"
"Not if I want to be like you and I do. That's why I want to do
everything while we're here. The next time we get on a plane to go home,
I want to be a complete woman like you. I want the skin and the hips and
the boobs with all the wrinkles and the sags in the right place, but none
of that is going to be good enough if I still have a penis."
Mom's sense of humor seemed to come back to her. She squeezed my hand
and laughed. "Its okay, Honey. You can say it and I won't be offended.
You want a pussy, don't you?"
I gasped because I didn't expect her to use that word. My mom was always
so proper. "Well actually, I was going to say vagina."
"I know you were, but you were thinking about it as a pussy, and there's
nothing wrong with that. I call it a pussy too when I'm with the girls,
and so should you. So lets try it again. Why do you want to get a sex
change while we're here."
I laughed out of nervousness because I was embarrassed.
"If you can't say it out loud then it means you don't really want it."
"But I do want it Mom."
"Then let me hear you say it."
I took a puff from my cigarette and allowed the smoke to settle in my
lungs before blowing it out. "Ok, I'll say it. I want a pussy, Mom. I
want a real honest-to-god pussy, just like yours."
"Tell me why you want a pussy."
"So I'll be just like you. I'll look like you and I'll smoke like you
and I'll..."
"You'll do what like me? Say it."
"I want to have a pussy so I'll be able to know what it like to have sex
the way you and Dad do it."
Mom squeezed my hand and said, "See? That wasn't so bad. Was it?"
I took a deep breath and sighed.
Mom laughed and said as I was as red as beet. "Please don't be
embarrassed. I'm glad you want to experience sex with a man as a woman.
It makes me feel much better about saying yes to this."
"Are you saying I can get the sex change while we're here?"
Mom kissed me on the cheek and said, "No. I didn't say that but we can
talk about it over dinner. Aren't you hungry. I'm starved."
*****
One of the neat things about Mexico is that you can smoke everywhere and
almost everyone smokes. Another neat thing about Mexico is that they
have real Mexican food, not like the frozen stuff they serve back home.
We had just sat down at our table when the large family beside us were
finishing their meal. They appeared to be a husband and a wife with
their two children, a young boy and a young girl. The boy looked to be
13 or 14, a couple years older than his sister. An older couple, which
was probably the grandparents, sat at the table too. I watched the
adults as they lit cigarettes while the waitress poured coffee.
I don't speak Spanish, but I heard the older woman ask the younger woman
a question and the younger woman nodded her approval. I watched as the
grandmother offered her cigarette case to the children. The boy declined
but his younger sister blushed as she removed a long white cigarette from
the case.
The girl's parents watched proudly as the older man lit the young girl's
cigarette. Grandma beamed as her grand daughter filled her young lungs
with smoke and then emptied them into the air above the table.
The site unfolding in front of me would have caused uproar had it
occurred back home, but here it seemed natural and innocent. The little
girl, who couldn't have been older than 9 or 10, was an accomplished
smoker, who looked very much at ease with her habit.
Mom, who had been watching it too, lit a cigarette for herself and said,
"I never would have given you permission to smoke when you were that
young."
"I would have given anything if you had," I said as I removed a Virginia
Slim from my leather case and lit it. I looked at the little girl again
and said, "Seeing her smoke like that makes Sammy seem not so young.
Doesn't it?"
Mom shrugged and said she was still crossing her fingers that Sammy would
come to his senses and quit. "It's funny," she said. "He looks up to
you the way you look up to me."
"Yeah, but I know in his heart, he wants to be a boy, and he doesn't want
to smoke either. He just got confused. That's all." I might have said
more about Sammy, but we were interrupted by an English speaking waitress
who helped us order from the menu. Mom decided on chicken and I went
with something that sounded like a beef burrito. We both asked for a
beer.
Our conversation about Sammy followed the waitress with our order and Mom
asked me about Mr. Edwards. "So what do you think about Ken? Have you
given any thought to letting him test drive your new pussy when you get
it?"
"Only every other minute or so," I said as I exhaled a cloud of smoke
toward the ceiling. "I just hope I can make him feel good."
"I wouldn't worry too much about making Ken feel good. Men always feel
good when they're fucking something, but why am I telling you this? I
bet you've fucked a lot of girls, haven't you?"
I nodded reluctantly.
"Then you know the man always feels good," Mom said. "I'm more worried
about the way you'll feel when Ken fucks you. I know how vulgar this
sounds but its something you need to think about and you've got to
prepare yourself for the possibility of living the rest of your life
without having orgasms."
"Do you have orgasm when you and Dad are having sex?"
Mom grinned wickedly and laughed. "Every time, Sweetie. Your father is
a wonderful lover. You'll be a lucky woman if Ken is half the man in bed
that your father is. And just so you know, size is important."
I thought about the night in Ken's car when I gave him a hand job. "Ken
is pretty big, I said.
"Then that's good," Mom said, "but you're not going to satisfy him
forever with hand jobs. If he's a real man, he's going to need more from
you and your new pussy won't be fully operational for at least a couple
months. Do you think you'll be up to giving him a blow job when the time
comes?"
"I think so. I mean I thought about it that night in his car, but I was
afraid he'd think I was a slut."
Mom laughed and reminded me I wasn't in high school any more. "He thinks
you're a grown woman and grown women are supposed to give their
boyfriends blow jobs, and another thing, they swallow afterwards. I hope
you're not disgusted by the idea of Ken cuming in your mouth."
I told her about licking Ken's sperm off my fingers when he had cum on
hand.
"That's good," Mom said. "Did you like the way it tasted?"
I blushed and told her that it had tasted "interesting". "But not nearly
as bad as I thought it would be," I added.
"That's good, Honey. I was afraid you might have changed your mind once
the excitement wore off. And I guess that's the word I've been looking
for all this time, 'excitement'. I know that sometimes when I'm excited
about doing something, I couldn't be happier, and its the best thing in
the world."
"Kind of like new car buyer's remorse?" I asked.
Mom grinned and shook her head. "Exactly like that," she said. "But
what would you know about buying a new car?"
"Nothing really. I just see and hear it with other people. But I get
why you're comparing a sex change surgery to it. But its not going to be
that way with me because I'm never going to get tired of being a woman,
especially a middle-aged woman. I know you probably don't believe me,
but I don't think there's any way the excitement could ever wear off."
"Its not that I don't believe you. Its more like I don't understand you.
I'd give anything to be your age again, yet you want to be old like me.
I'd give anything to have never smoked my first cigarette, yet you're
thrilled to be smoking three packs a day. And its not that I don't enjoy
being a female, but I'll never understand why you'd give up your manhood
to be a woman."
"But you accept that I really do feel the way I do and that it's
important to me, right?"
"Absolutely, Honey! I wouldn't have let this go as far as it has if I
didn't believe it was important to you."
"And you're happy for me?"
Mom nodded and said, "I'm happy when you're happy and I can see you're
very happy."
I laughed and said, "I'll be happier when I get a pussy and a pair of
boobs."
Mom didn't laugh and her expression turned serious.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "Did I say something that bothered you?"
"No. Its nothing like that. I was just thinking that even though you're
dressed as a woman, you're still a man underneath the clothes, and this
could very well be your last night as a man."
"So what?"
"So...I was just wondering if you'd like to do something special for your
last night as a man?"
"I see," I said as I nodded my head. "Kind of like a last meal for a
condemned prisoner?"
"Yes, something like that."
I didn't answer her right away because I was thinking about what she had
said. My mom was asking if I'd like to have sex one last time as a man.
It was a good question and a fair question because it wasn't as if I
didn't enjoy fucking girls, although lately I'd spent a lot of time
wondering what it would be like to be fucked by a man- an older man.
"Well? What are you thinking?" Mom asked.
I bit my lip and said, "Well for starters, I'm thinking that I didn't
bring any man clothes."
"What else are you thinking?"
"I don't know. It depends a lot on what you're thinking," I said.
"I'm thinking that you're thinking that maybe I could be your last time
and that would be incest, Honey?"
"Then lets not call it that," I said.
"It wouldn't matter what we called it. The thing is that we'd both know
what it really is and I don't think we could live with it."
"We could try."
Mom closed her eyes and sighed. "The last thing I want to do is to hurt
your feelings, but I have to be honest with you. I know you're still my
son and I love you but its getting harder and harder for me to think of
you as a man. If we made love, it would be more than incest to me. It
would be like making love to another woman and I just can't go there.
I'm not a lesbian."
"Then why did you ask if there was something I wanted to do?"
"I was thinking you might want to spend your last night with a
prostitute."
"I see."
"Don't be mad at me, Sweetheart."
"I'm not mad. I'm just a little disappointed, I guess."
"So what do you think about spending your last night with a prostitute?
Would you like to do that?"
"I don't think so, Mom. If I can't make love to you then I don't want to
have sex with another woman. What if we just slept together in the same
bed tonight without having sex? Do you think we could do that?"
Mom smiled warmly and said she thought that would be very nice.
******
When we got back to our hotel room, Mom and I took off our make-up and
got dressed for bed. I wore the long chiffon colored silk gown that used
to belong to my mother. It had always been my favorite choice back when
I was "borrowing" her clothes. I had taken off my make-up but I was
still wearing my wig and breast forms.
Mom came out of the bathroom holding her leather cigarette case and
wearing a pink silk teddy without a bottom. She blushed when she saw me
gawking at her naked pussy.
"Don't stare," she said. "You're making me uncomfortable."
"I thought you said we couldn't have sex."
"We're not. I just thought you'd like a preview of what you're going to
get tomorrow. I can put on a pair of panties if it bothers you."
"No. Don't do that. You're right. I do want to see."
Mom slid into the bed beside me and kissed me on the cheek. She told me
that she loved me.
"I love you too, Mom."
"I know you do," she said. "You love me so much that you want to be just
like me. Don't you?"
"I do, Mom. I want to be just like you. I always have."
Mom took my hand and placed it on her soft pillow-like breasts.
"Tomorrow you're going to get breasts like mine? Is that what you want,
Honey?"
"Yes," I croaked.
She moved my hand so that my fingers were touching her cheek. "Feel my
skin. Its soft and wrinkled with age. Is that what you want, Honey? Do
you want wrinkled skin like your mommy?"
I closed my eyes and whimpered. "Yes, Mom. That's what I want."
She moved my hand down her chest and laid it to rest on her paunchy
stomach. "Feel my middle aged paunchy stomach, Honey. Do you want your
belly to look like mine?"
"Yes, Mom. I do."
She slid my hand until it rested on her wide hips. "Do you like my big
wide child bearing hips?" she asked.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Do you want big wide hips like mine?" she asked.
'Yes," I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.
She moved my hand across her thigh until it stopped above her vagina.
"Feel my hairy pussy, Honey. Does Mommy's little boy want a big hairy
pussy like his mommy's?"
"Oh yes. Most definitely," I said.
"That's good," she said, "because your new boyfriend is going to want to
fuck it with his big cock. You know that don't you?"
"UhHuh, yeah."
"And that's okay with you?" she asked. "Do you want Mr. Edwards to fuck
your new pussy the way your daddy fucks my pussy?"
"All the time," I said.
"Is that what you're imagining right now?" she purred, as she touched the
tip of my erect penis with her finger.
I couldn't breath and I felt as if I was going to suffocate under the
weight of my anticipation. I mentally coaxed her to take my penis in her
hand but she withdrew it . "Why did you stop?" I asked.
"Because I'm your mother," she said as she reached for her leather
cigarette case. She lit a cigarette and exhaled away from my face. "I
know you need an orgasm but I'm not going to give it to you. If you want
one, and I'm sure you do, you'll have to work for it yourself."
"You mean?"
"Do it yourself," she said.
"But I can't jack-off in front of you."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. I just can't. It wouldn't be right."
"Because I'm your mother?"
"Well yeah."
"And that's why it wouldn't be right for me to do it to you either."
"I don't get it. So what are you saying? That we should forget all this
and just go to sleep."
Mom laughed and shook her head. "Are you going to tell me you're willing
to waste this opportunity by just going to sleep? I may not be a boy,
but I have a good idea about the things going on in your head. Don't
tell me you haven't dreamed of something like this happening. Look at
you. Your dressed like a woman in front of me and I'm giving you a
chance to masturbate. Don't tell me this doesn't turn you on."
I watched as she brought the cigarette to her lips and took a puff. God,
she looked so sexy and powerful. And she was right about my fantasizing
about something like this happening. My mom was giving me the
opportunity to jack-off in front of her while dressed as a woman.
Why the hell did she have to be so mean about it, or was it just me? I
felt as if she were torturing me. She'd say one thing and then she'd say
another thing. And this was one of those times. I wondered if maybe she
was schizophrenic or something.
My penis fell limp and I quickly moved to cover it with my nightgown but
not before my mother saw it and snickered.
"Maybe you'll get hard again if you have a cigarette in front of me," she
offered. "Besides its been almost ten minutes since your last smoke. I
bet your body is dying for one. Isn't it? How does it feel to be an
addict like me, Sweetie? Come on, Honey. Fire one up for Mommy." She
laughed and said, "Don't you want to smoke like a woman in front of
Mommy?"
I told her that I hated her has I reached for my cigarette case.
"No you don't. You love me. That's why you want to be like me. Isn't
it?"
I lit a cigarette without giving her an answer.
Mom grunted as my penis poked up against my nightgown. "Looks like
someone is excited," she said. "I bet you get hard every time Ken lights
your cigarette. Don't you?"
She was right. I couldn't help but get sexually stimulated whenever I
smoked a cigarette while dressed as a woman, which was all the time now.
And I got especially hard whenever a man lit my cigarette for me.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.
The expression on her face changed from vicious to amused. "I'm just
having a little fun and playing with you. Don't take it personally."
"Don't take it personally? You're making me feel like I'm some kind of
pervert. How can I not take it personally?"
Her expression changed from amused to sympathetic and then to apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Honey. I know I'm being awful. I don't know what comes over
me when I do these things to you. Its like I'm some kind of monster"
"Then why do you do them?" I asked.
"Because I'm sick, Honey. I'm sick like you but its a different kind of
sickness. I tried to tell you about it before, but I don't know if it
made any sense. It hardly makes sense to me so there's reason for me to
expect you to understand."
I asked her if it made her happy to hurt my feelings and make me feel bad
about myself.
"Of course not. No! I hate myself for saying the things I do, but Oh
God, this is going to sound so awful." She paused to take a puff from
her cigarette. "The only way to explain it is to say there's some sick
part of me that gets turned on by feminizing and sissifying you."
She grabbed my free hand and pulled it to her crotch. "Feel how wet I
am? Seeing you turn into a middle aged woman and shaming you about it
turns me on. Is that sick or what? It's like I'm two different people.
One of me is a mother who loves you more than you'll ever know, and the
other part of me is a sexually perverted monster."
I heard everything she said and I absorbed it but I was also absorbing
the wetness of her pussy.
"Is that why you told me I could get the sex change surgery tomorrow?" I
asked.
Mom sniffed and wiped a tear from her eye while she nodded. "As your
mother," I think you should wait until you know for sure if you're ready
to do it. But as a monster, I can't wait for that doctor to make a pussy
out of your cock. I'm so sorry, Honey. Can you ever forgive me?"
I put out my cigarette and turned to face her on my side. I slipped my
arm under her shoulders and between her pillow so that I was hugging her
against my body. "It's okay," I told her. "I don't blame you. I just
needed to understand why you're doing these things to me. I know you
can't help it but I get so confused when you do it, because you're right.
Its not like you."
"I'm a bad mother," she said as she cried against my shoulder.
I took the cigarette from her fingers and put it out in her ashtray.
"No. You're not a bad mother," I said. "You're a great mom and that's
one of the reasons I want to be like you."
"But a good mother would have never let you do any of this, the smoking,
the dressing up. the sex change stuff. I'm a monster and you should hate
me for it."
"Quit talking like that, Mom. You're not a monster. You're a good
mother with some mixed up feelings about this and sometimes it gets to
you. I'm the same way. I really do want to be a woman and I know it
will make me happy. But it turns me on too, especially the smoking and
being older. So what I'm saying is that we're both kind of weird and
sick in a way but it doesn't make us bad people. It just makes us
human."
Mom kissed me on the cheek and told me she loved me.
I told her that I loved her too.
"And you're still sure about doing all this, about becoming an older
woman?" she asked.
"I'm sure about everything, Mom. And I want to ask the doctor if he'll
go ahead and do the sex change surgery while we're here."
"I think you're very brave for doing this," she said.
"Well I don't feel brave. I feel scared to death."
"I know I've been acting crazy and there's no reason for you to trust
anything I say, but I think you're doing the right thing."
"You do? Honestly?"
Mom nodded her head and kissed me on the cheek. "Yes I do," she said.
"I realize you're reasons for wanting to become a woman aren't exactly
noble or shall we say, "text book".
"Because I'm really just a cross dresser with a smoking fetish?"
"That's right, but its also okay," she said as she sat up in bed and lit
a cigarette. "Want one?"
"Yeah, I guess I do," I said as I propped myself up against my pillow and
lit a cigarette of my own.
"As I was saying, being a crossdresser and having a smoking fetish isn't
going to make you any less of a woman. Especially in your case because
if anything, those things make you feel more womanly and I just can't see
anything wrong with that, and neither can Dr. Girardi."
"Thanks Mom. That really means a lot to me. Seriously, it does."
"Well, I wasn't saying those things to make you feel better about your
self. I said them because they're true and I want you to know that I
really think you're doing the right thing. And that's me you're mother
saying it and not the monster that lives inside me."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, Really," said my mom as she took my hand in hers. "Cross my heart
and hope to die." She took a puff from her cigarette and said, "The
really amazing thing about all of this is how fast you've grown up and
how mature you've become. It wasn't that long ago that you were tackling
kids on the football field and doing homework. And now you're smoking
and drinking and thinking about having sex with a man who is as old as
you're father, and you're on the verge of becoming a mother to a teenage
boy."
I shot her a quizzical look.
She laughed and said, "Okay, that part was the monster in me talking but
you have to admit it does sound sexy and fun and doesn't it?"
"Yeah, Mom. You're right. It sounds like a lot of fun."
"Good. Now lets finish our cigarettes and get some sleep. You've got a
big day in front of you tomorrow.
Elissa
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