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The Unexpected Anniversary Gift
Ann stood in the kitchen buttering her toast. Her youngest son Alex was
sitting at the table finishing his breakfast. He was eleven and was
such a smart sweet boy. But he seemed withdrawn this morning.
"Alex, tell your brother to hurry up he's going to be late for the bus."
Ann said between sips of coffee.
"Tommy!" the boy yelled, earning a look from his mother.
"I could have done that, Kiddo! Get your butt up out of the chair..."
"Mornin'." Tom said blearily as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.
He was a typical sixteen year old. Mop of unkempt hair, baggy jeans and
a rock band's t-shirt over a long sleeve t-shirt. Ann sighed, "To be
sixteen again." She smiled onto her coffee. Her life was certainly no
different when she was sixteen.
"Eat some breakfast Tom." Ann pleaded.
"I'm late, Mom. I can't," he replied.
"Hey guys!" Ann's husband Jack rounded the corner next. Dressed in a
blue suit, white shirt, and tie Ann had picked out for him this morning,
he tousled Alex's hair as he headed toward Ann. "Happy Anniversary,
Baby," he said wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight and
kissing her.
Ann just melted, as she always did for this man. "Ten years and it
never goes away," she smiled, thinking to herself. She began to swell,
and whispered to him, "Please, you're making me hot!" Louder she
gushed, "Thank you sweetheart. We are still on for tonight?"
"Reservations are made, Honey." Then quietly, "That's not the way you
acted this morning." He smiled mischievously.
"You're incorrigible." She laughed. She handed Jack his travel mug of
coffee made just the way he liked it. "Go! Get out! All of you!" she
said in mock anger.
"Come on boys, you're running late, I'll drive you." And Ann's men
headed out the door.
Finishing her coffee, she went to the bedroom she shared with her man.
"Ten years!" she thought. "I was twenty-nine. Jack was thirty-two
with a six year old and a one year old to take care of. I hope I've
been a good mother, I certainly never thought I would be." She smiled
as she felt his semen running down her leg as she walked to the room.
"How could I have?" she laughed at herself. She took off her robe, and
slipped out of her nightgown. She stood at the full length mirror, her
auburn hair showing a touch of grey at thirty-nine. "Crow's feet, laugh
lines, but I have the best tits money could buy," she thought. She felt
her boobs, the weight of them. After all these years she marveled at
them. Her hands slid down her tummy to her pookie. She gasped as she
touched this last vestige of her former life, her subjugated
masculinity. Ann was not a woman, and therefore refused to call her
parts by their female equivalents, nor was she a man. She made it a
rule never to refer to her own genitalia as a penis. Jack has a cock, a
dick, a penis, whatever you'd like to call it; a nice one too. Her
adopted sons had penises. They were her men. She was no longer one of
them, clearly. But she took hold of her pookie, all six inches of velvet
stiffness and stroked, thinking about how her husband had fucked her
that morning.
Jack had awakened her stroking her pookie, just enough to give her
morning wood as well. His was rampant, and practically stabbing her in
the back. She rolled over and brushing her hair from her face kissed
him. He had slid her short nightgown up to her hips. She never wore
panties to bed. His penis and her pookie touched.
"I want you," he said.
"I can tell," she said sleepily but not unhappily. She loved that he
made her feel this way every day.
He got on top of her. She relished his weight on her body his hairy
chest on her breasts. She felt almost crushed. She spread her legs in
invitation. After ten years of practice her rosebud was used to its
visitor. He put her legs on his shoulders and mounted her. Moaning and
gasping as he pumped into her, she dug her nails into his back. Jack
was a firm but gentle lover, and all too soon he was trembling with
excitement. She felt his cock stiffen inside her and he groaned as he
released deep in her quimmy. As he did, he kissed her neck. She felt
tingling run down her spine to her legs. Soon Jack was soft and her
body began to expel him. He rolled out of bed to begin his day, leaving
her to bask in the warm glow. She stretched and fluffed out her long
auburn hair. "Today was going to be a good day," she thought.
Ann soon milked herself to a wonderful orgasm, shooting ropes of cum on
the mirror. She was so glad Jack wasn't interested in her
transitioning. She liked her pookie. She liked her life with it and
wouldn't change a thing.
She padded naked into the bathroom her now flaccid pookie swinging as
she walked. She got some tissues to clean the mirror and quickly used
one to wipe her legs from earlier that morning. She was so glad she got
to carry Jack inside her. He left for work every day, but he was always
with her, she carried him within her. She turned the shower on to warm
it up while she went back out to wipe off her mess from the mirror.
Ann did her hair into a ponytail. She need not wash her hair now. She
had an appointment at the salon that afternoon, the works: mani/pedi,
hair and makeup for the big evening. She thought about going to the mall
beforehand to get those darling sandals she'd seen over the weekend.
"Tommy is old enough to look after Alex tonight," she thought. "Boy,
it's been a while since we had a night to ourselves," she mused.
Stepping out of the shower she toweled herself off, slipped on pink
cotton panties and tucked herself back between her legs. Then she
slipped a sports bra on and pulled it over her C cup breasts. She was
going to the gym this morning; no sense in getting fancy now. A light
blue t-shirt and she was ready. She smoothed it over her waist. Years
of corset training had left her with gorgeous curves. Plopping on the
bed, she put on some ankle socks and her sneakers.
She grabbed the hamper and took it to the boy's rooms. Tommy's rather
grimy t-shirt reminded her to get laundry going this morning. She
wrinkled her nose at the smell of Tommy's room. "That boy," she huffed.
Thinking back to her own boyhood, she laughed at how unkempt she'd been
too. The usual supercar posters and girly pics adorned the walls. She
picked up the clothes she could see, socks, and underwear, and beat a
hasty retreat.
Alex's room was different. He was just on the cusp of puberty, no heavy
locker room smell. Lego models were all around and books, tons of
books. She picked up the clothes off the floor, and emptied the
hamper. Missing the basket she squatted down, knees together in that
feminine way that is now second nature, to retrieve the strays. Feeling
the clothes she felt something silky. Turning them over in her hand she
saw pale yellow satin panties of hers. "Hmm," she thought" when did I
wear these last?" Without any more thought she threw them in the basket
and stood up.
The first load of laundry was just done when there was a phone call.
Glancing at the caller ID she saw it was Alex's school. She answered it.
"Mrs. O'Donnell?"
"Yes."
"Hi, this is Mrs. Wilcox, the school nurse. Alex is not feeling well,
can you pick him up?"
"Oh! Why, yes. I thought he seemed a little out of sorts this morning.
Is he ok?"
"Just a little warm is all. And he's listless."
"Alright, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Ann hung up the phone.
"Poor kiddo, that's why he was so out of it this morning."
She grabbed her keys and purse and headed out the door.
Alex got in the car, and she looked at him in the rearview. "How are
you feeling, Honey?"
"Eh" was his response. He certainly looked okay, but he was acting like
he was sick. Ann was unconvinced. She'd been eleven once too, and knew
how to fake out a school nurse. But still, he didn't make this a
regular thing, so she took his word for it and brought him home. She
got him into bed, and sat down beside him.
"Alex, Honey," she began, "Daddy and I have a big date tonight and I
have lots to do. I can't nurse you all day."
"Yes, Mom," he squeaked, sounding pathetic.
"I've got to go to the gym and the mall. Will you be ok by yourself?"
She thought she saw his eyes light up just a tick, but he just shook him
head yes.
"OK Baby," She kissed his forehead. It wasn't warm.
"Mom." He moaned in embarrassment. She wiped the lipstick off his
forehead noting the temperature. "Hmmmm."
At the mall she made a beeline for the shoe store where she'd seen those
sandals. She hoped they carried them in an eleven. They were black and
strappy and had a half inch platform, which would make her six foot
tall. Jack would still towered over her at six foot four. She was
pleased they had them she then stopped and got a salad at the
Saladworks. "Damn," she thought, "no time for the gym. I've got to check
on Alex, finish the laundry, and get to my appointment at four."
Deciding she would indulge herself by not exercising she headed home.
Quietly she opened the front door. She was hoping Alex was napping and
didn't want to disturb him. Despite her suspicion he was faking it for
a day off, she didn't want to believe she had an eleven year old Ferris
Bueller. She took her purchase upstairs to her bedroom and passed by
Alex's room. As she did, she heard him moaning. Fearing he was really
sick she quickly opened the door.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. Alex was in his bed wearing the pink nightie
she had worn that morning. His legs were spread and he had his pillow
between his legs, humping it. Alex screamed and threw the covers over
himself. Ann backed out quickly and shut the door. "Holy fuck!" she
thought. "OK, ok. Get a grip, Ann. You were in this situation once.
Act like you wanted your mom to act." Taking a few deep breaths to calm
herself, she then gently knocked on the door. "Alex, Sweetie?" she
called.
She heard rummaging around the room. "Ah...one second."
"Baby, I'm going to come in." With that she entered, Alex was just
pulling his sweatpants up. "Where's my nightgown, Kiddo?" she asked as
non-accusingly as she could.
"Over there," Alex said, sheepishly pointing to his Lego chest.
"OK." She walked over and got it out. Looking down at it in her hand
she searched for the words.
"Oh Mommy!" he cried, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I....I
don't know..."
"Shhhhh shh shh. Lay down, Baby," she said, a decision forming in her
mind. She sat down on the bed next to him. Delaying the inevitable
conversation, she asked "So you aren't really sick?" He shook his head
no. "Ah. Well, I heard you moaning and I thought you were really ill.
I'm sorry for barging in."
This was not what Alex had expected. He thought he was going to get
yelled at or something unimaginably worse, banishment from the house,
exposure to the world he didn't know, his imagination was in overdrive.
But Mom just apologized to him. What was going on? Ann continued, "I'm
not mad. I was just startled. OK?" He nodded. "Good. OK, since I
know a secret of yours, you get to know a secret of mine," she said.
"Come with me."
She stood up and took Alex by the hand and led him out of his room. She
bent down and grabbed her new shoes from the hall where she dropped
them. All the while, she was thinking, what was she going to tell Jack?
In the bedroom, she had Alex sit on the bed. "Now Honey, I'm going to
ask you a few questions, and I want you to be very truthful with me.
But I want you to know, you are safe, and that I know exactly how you
feel."
At this point Alex sobbed, "No, you couldn't possibly!"
"Oh, Honey. Shhhhh. You know I love you, right?" Alex nodded. "You
also know that I'm not your biological mother right?"
"Yes. Mommy died when I was born."
"Yes, she did. And I adopted you and your brother when I married your
Daddy. I've raised you like my own child. But I've never told you or
your brother the truth. This might come as a shock, Alex but I know
exactly how an eleven year old boy feels, because I grew up a boy." Ann
paused and stood up. She was still unsure if this was a good idea or
not, but Alex was in gym class. She wasn't showing him anything he
hadn't seen before on his brother or father or in a locker room. She
kicked off her sneakers, and lowered her yoga pants. She looked at Alex
who was staring with his mouth agape, still wiping tears from his eyes.
Her pants off, she then put her thumbs under her panties and slipped
them down so that she could untuck. Alex stared in wonder and it was
hard for Ann to determine if he was horrified or not. She pulled up her
panties. She wasn't a perv, after all. Ann sat down next to her son
and held him. "Now, you know why I know what it's like for you, Alex.
So, do you think you can answer those questions for me? Some you may
not know the answers to just yet, but I promise I will be here to help
you discover them. I know you have questions for me, and I will be
totally honest."
Alex had gotten a grip, but was processing the last ten minutes in his
brain. Ann watched his mind working it through. "What's your real
name?" he asked first.
Deciding the mood needed to be lifted Ann jokingly deliberately
misunderstood him. "Ann O'Donnell." She smiled at him, and was
rewarded with a small chuckle.
"What name did your parents give you?" he revised.
"Ah! That's more like it." She said, "My name, when I was living as a
boy, was Brian, but I had my name changed legally to Ann."
"OK Mom, ask away."
"What is it about my clothes that you like?" She started.
"I guess it's that they're soft and silky," he replied. "I feel so good
when they are on me. They feel cool to the touch."
"Have you been doing this long?" She asked.
"Uh, since winter...I guess," he said thoughtfully.
"I see. Now this is a toughie, you may not be able to answer right now.
Do you want to be a girl?"
"I don't know, Mom," he said. "I don't think about boys most of the
time."
"That's ok. You're eleven. You don't need to know that answer yet. But
you do sometimes think about being a girl?"
"Yes. At least I think about being the girl."
Ann smiled at this answer. "Honey, that's a big difference. Maybe more
than you realize. And we can figure that out together if you want. Do
you want to continue to dress in girls clothes?"
Alex paused a while. Ann interrupted his thinking. "Honey, I can't have
you wearing my things. It's not right." She quickly realized how that
sounded and added, "Not because you're a boy, but because they are mine,
and they are private." He looked at her and smiled a wan smile. "What
I'm offering is to buy you some of your own panties, bras, shoes, and
clothes. Clothes appropriate for an eleven year old girl."
"But what's Dad going to say?"
Ann laughed out loud, and then quickly added in case Alex thought she
was laughing at him, "Oh Honey, what can he say? He married a girl with
a penis didn't he?" breaking her own rule.
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