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************* Chapter 4 ************* Synopsis: Homecoming. Nancy and her Karen fly back home from Mexico for a family reunion. Is the date with Ken around the corner? We were about two hours into our four hour flight back to Atlanta, and Mom was asleep with her chin resting on her chest. She's going to get a crick in her neck, I thought as I carefully and quietly removed a piece of nicotine gum from my purse and popped it in my mouth. We'd talked to Dad before boarding the flight, just to let him know we'd be on time, so that he and Sammy could meet us at the baggage terminal. Oh yeah, we had checked some baggage and had paid dearly for it. Those airlines! How do they get away with it, I wondered? I looked down at the empty square gum package between my fingers and admired my nails and the hands they were attached to. Dr. Rivera had seen to so many details. I mean, who would have ever thought he could age the skin on my hands and arms. I deposited the empty gum wrapper in the seat pouch in front of me and then pinched at the extra flab on my arm. It wasn't much, but it was there- middle aged woman flab. What would Coach Holloway think of me now, I wondered? My body had gone from hard and athletic to soft and mushy. I took a deep breath and held it in as my huge breasts expanded. I remembered the walk though the airport and how it had winded me, courtesy of my three pack a day cigarette habit. I laughed silently and sarcastically as I imagined myself trying to play football with this body. I turned to my left and studied my mother as she slept. So smart, and beautiful and strong, I thought as a sad smile worked its way across my face. All my life I'd wanted to be just like her- to know what it felt like to be her..to dress like her and smoke like her and laugh like her. She made it all look so easy and good and wonderful...and right. Right?...what does right mean? Just because something was right for her...did it make it right for me? I mean...what the fuck! If this is so right...then why do I feel like I'm wearing a costume. My 17th birthday had come and went while I was in a coma leaving my legal age as 47 on my driver's license. Did I feel like I was 47? Hell no! In my mind I felt as if I could still bust some heads on the football field. I looked up to see a very attractive stewardess asking if I'd like another something to drink. I told her I'd like a scotch on the rocks. Scotch on the rocks? Why not? I was old enough...right? I took the little miniature bottle and a cup of ice and placed it on the tray in front of me and thanked her. She was really hot! I stared at the stewardess's ass as she made her way down the aisle. The 17 year old boy inside of me wanted to fuck her. Fuck her with what, I wondered? My pussy? I reached between my legs and fingered myself though the cream colored pant suit. I really have a pussy now, I thought and then I looked over at my mom who has a pussy too. Why? Why did I want to do this to myself? Why did my mother let me do it? Why did my father cheer me on? Why did my little brother try to follow in my feminine footsteps until coming to his senses? Does insanity run like a river through my family? Regardless of the crazy factor, I looked forward to seeing my dad and little brother now. But when I get home, I'll be my dad's sister and my brother's aunt. Of course I won't be, but no one else can know, especially Mr. Edwards and the kids, Ben and Abby. But there were some people who were in on this secret. Besides my doctors, there are my new friends, Susan Estes and Margie Jackson. Mom said Brenda at the salon knew too. It felt funny to think of Susan and Margie as my friends, but they are my friends. I thought about Susan and Margie as I leaned forward and picked up my purse from the floor and set it between myself and the tray, being careful not to tip over my drink. I opened it up and looked inside and my heart warmed. The idea of carrying a purse for the rest of my life made me feel all swishy. It was something I had always dreamed about but never could have done as a boy. Maybe that went a little way as to answering that nagging question of "why". Why do this to myself? I reached inside my purse and took out my compact and opened it so that I could check my make-up in the little round mirror. Amazing, I thought as I studied the crow's feet around my eyes and the laugh marks beside my lips. Dr. Rivera had thought of everything. The work was so good and accurate that I knew there wouldn't be anyway to say I'd once been a boy or that I was only 17. People might think I'm strange or out of my mind, but they'd never believe me. So I'm stuck! And that's a good thing, right? Of course it is. Being able to go back and forth would've made me go crazy. I thought about my last day dressed as a boy, the day I'd told Coach Holloway off and had dropped out of school. I'll never forget that day for as long as I live, but it was a nightmare rather than something to be proud of. Being dressed as a boy with shaped eyebrows had made me feel naked and ashamed. Why? Because I had been a girly-boy and there's nothing worse than a girly-boy! You're either one or the other and that day I had felt like something in-between. The question of "Why" still haunted me as I stared out the window and into the clouds. Did I really need an answer and would I ever get one? I didn't know, but I wanted one. I thought about my desire to become a middle-aged woman like my mom and quickly determined that my desire was unquestionable and beyond reproach. I had wanted this and I still wanted it and if I had it to do over again...well, I'd do it in a heart beat...but why? Where was the philosophy? Damn this nicotine gum! Why do I even bother to chew it, I wondered? God, I wanted a cigarette and the thought of having one made me horny. Of course being horny was one of the driving forces behind my wanting to be a woman and smoke like one. That part had always been obvious...but there had to be something else...something more noble than a stinking fetish. It would be so much easier and make so much more sense if I had always felt like a woman throughout my life, but that wasn't the case. I had been damn good at being a boy and I had enjoyed it. Please God! Let this be more than just a fetish...or please let me learn to live with it for the next 60 years! Why? Why did I do this? I looked over at my mother who was fast asleep. What is it that I see in her? What does she have that I didn't have as a boy? It had to be more than just being older. Hell! If being old was all I wanted...well that would have happened on its own sooner or later all by itself. I took a sip of scotch and noted the benefits of age and maturity. But of course there was more to life than just drinking and smoking like a mature woman...there was the living part...and the loving part. And where does Mr. Edwards fit in with all this? Mr. Edwards was a balding-paunchy man in his mid 50's. It wasn't as if he was ugly, but it wasn't like he looked like George Clooney either. But what if he did? Would that make me more gay than I am already? And just how gay am I anyway? I thought about a cheerleader named Mandy Wilson and what it had felt like to have sex with her. It had felt nice and it had been exciting....and it had felt right. I thought about the hand job I had given Mr. Edwards. That had definitely been exciting...but had it felt right? I was a boy and he was a man and well...that's just not right. But in some ways it had felt right because he thought I was a real woman...and that made me feel like a real woman...and that kind of made it not so wrong. I thought about the day when I had told Margie and Susan about giving Mr. Edwards the hand job. I told them how it all made sense and that I had always had a thing for older men and that I was gay...but was that really the truth? I know I wanted it to be the truth because I was looking for answers that would explain why I was dressed up like my mom. It was beginning to dawn on me that I would say anything, do anything, and rationalize anything for immediate self-gratification. And this was news? Didn't Dr. Girardi say about the same thing? She had said my reasons for wanting to be an older woman weren't good reasons but they were my reasons and that it made more sense to go with the urges rather than fight them, because the urges and the desire would always be there. She blamed it on my fetishes, although she never exactly used the word blame. She just said I couldn't help myself. But that wasn't the answer I was looking for. Dr. Girardi is a smart lady but she doesn't know everything and she certainly doesn't know everything about me, I thought as I took a sip of bitter scotch. So many questions and so few answers. I turned my thoughts back to Mr. Edwards. What am I going to do about Mr. Edwards? The man is in love with me and so are his kids! It wasn't as if he had asked me to marry him..but he would. I knew he would. I knew it and Mom knew it too. Like I was saying, he's not a bad looking guy but I'm sure I'm the best looking woman he's ever been close to. And he thinks I like him, so he's going to keep pushing, and maybe that's a good thing. I'm a high school drop-out without a job. He doesn't know that but he knows I'm trying to get back on my feet. And if I married Mr. Edwards, I wouldn't have to worry about getting a job. I could be a stay at home house wife and a step-mom to his kids. I mean he's not rich, but he does make a good living...am I really that lazy? I'd never had a part-time job in my life. I'd always played sports and gotten an allowance. I never wanted a job. I'd always wanted to just have fun...and playing sports was fun! Of course being married to Mr. Edwards wouldn't be all fun and games. I'd have to earn my keep by taking care of his kids and his house...and by taking care of his needs. The thought of taking care of Mr. Edward's needs as Mrs. Edwards made me squirm in my seat! Mr. Edwards wasn't the best looking guy but he was certainly well endowed! I'd always thought of my self as having a big penis until I got a load of Mr. Edward's monster. I remembered how good the dildo felt inside my vagina and wondered if Mr. Edwards and his monster could give me that kind of pleasure. My excitement was followed by a wave of shameful remorse because not so deep down, I'm a guy and well you know...It just isn't right...but if its not right, then why am I doing this? AND THEN IT HIT ME!!! All the things that gave me pleasure and excitement as a boy were wrong for a boy...the smoking, the drinking, the dressing, the make-up, the wanting to have sex with Mr. Edwards and suck his dick..even being a mom to his kids...all those things were wrong for a 17 year old boy...but they were perfectly natural and normal for a 47 year old woman! Being a middle-aged woman justified all my fetishes and nasty little thoughts. Prepare for landing!!! ******* "There they are," mom said, as she pointed toward the baggage turnstile. I saw Dad and Sammy waiting for us and they had seen us too. Oh my God! They were such a sight for my sore and lonely eyes. The distance between us closed with each step and then I felt Sammy's hug around my waist and my dad's arm around my shoulder as the four of us embraced in a group hug. "You look great, Darren!...I mean...Nancy," Dad said. "Do you really think so Bill? I mean...this feels so weird seeing you like this for the first time and I'm not used to thinking about the way people see me now." "Lets ask Sammy," Mom said. "Sammy. What do you think about your Aunt Nancy. Does she look good? Does she look real?" Sammy touched my cheek with his hands and let out a gasp. "Wow! You really are older," he said. "Does it hurt?...Your skin, I mean." I kissed his hand and shook my head no. "It probably hurt when they did it to me, but I was asleep when it happened, but no...it doesn't hurt now. How bout you? How've you been doing since I've been gone. Have you gotten yourself any girlfriends...or maybe boyfriends?" Sammy blushed and said, "I only like girls but its okay with me if you like boys. Do you? Dad said you have a boyfriend and he has kids." I rubbed his head and said, "I do have a boyfriend. His name is Mr. Edwards and he has two kids. Abby is about your age and Ben is a little older." "Are you going to marry him?" Sammy asked. "I don't know. Maybe some day, but for right now, he hasn't asked to marry him...and well, we haven't seen each other since I went to Mexico. I guess we'll just have to see what happens." "There's our bags," Mom said, pointing at the turnstile. "What's say we get them and go home? I'm so ready to be home again. What about you Nancy?" ****** On the way back home, Mom rehashed the story of how there were complications in the surgery. I'd heard the story before and so had Dad and Sammy, but Mom wanted to tell it anyway. I guess she had really gotten scared and was afraid she'd lost me when I slipped into the coma. It wasn't the story of a woman almost losing her sister in-law. It was the story of a mother almost losing her child- her son. As I listened to her tell the story, I realized that regardless of how I looked, I would always be her baby boy. Strangely enough it didn't bother me that she felt that way. I think in someways it was good to know that my real identity would never be forgotten by those who loved me most. And at the same time, it meant everything to me to know how much they supported my transition. The love of family should never be underestimated and I knew that I owed it to them to always be a little bit of the son and brother they had lost. Everyone looked so happy and relieved...like all was right in the world. I think that's about the time I realized how much my family really loves me. I mean our family is weird and everything and we must have some major crazy bones to let me do what I did and to help me do it, but their love for me was so real and it made me feel warm and cozy. Regardless of how my life as an older woman turns out, it felt good to know I'd always have a place with my family and they'd love me no matter what. ***** As much as I wanted to be like my mom, I had to take a seat and put my feet up for a while and have a cigarette while she went straight into unpacking mode. Sammy, as much as he had missed me, had a small attention span. He punched me in the arm and took off to play with his friends. "Remember Sammy!" my mom yelled. "Darren isn't your brother any more, so if you say anything to your friends, you've got to call him your Aunt Nancy." Dad sat down on the couch beside me as I was removing a cigarette from my leather case. I tried to put myself in his place. How does he feel seeing his son as a middle aged woman, do the things he used to dream about when he was a boy? "I'm very proud of you," he said, "and you look beautiful. You really do." I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thanks Dad. That means a lot to me to hear you say that." And then I looked down at the cigarette between my fingers and the lighter in the hand and then back at him. "Do you mind if I smoke like Mom?" I asked. He blushed and then he shuddered as I placed the lighter in his hand. "Thank you," he said. "You don't know how much this means to me." "Actually, I do know," I said as I steadied his hand while accepting his light. "It means a lot to me too," I said as I gently exhaled my smoke into his face. "Are you really okay with all this?" Dad sighed and shook his head. "It is okay with me, but its so much more complex than that. I mean...I lost a son." I laughed and said, "But you gained a sister." Dad tilted his head and smiled, "Yeah, I suppose I did," he said. I told him I was sorry and that I shouldn't be making jokes about it. He told me that he hadn't answered my question yet. "I am okay with this," he said, "because I think you made the best decision with what you had to work with. In other words, I can't keep from feeling that a lot of this is my fault. You and I...we're so much alike." I kissed him on the cheek and clasped his hands in mine. "If this is your fault then I thank you," I said, "because I'm happy. I'm not going to lie and say everything is great and that it makes sense because its still really confusing, but I do know I want to live the rest of my life as an older woman. So what I'm trying to say is that you might have a fetish and maybe I inherited it from you, but the thing about it is that its my fetish too. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Dad nodded his head and said, "A little bit here and there, but I'd feel better if I heard you say you're happy...and even though I want to hear you say it...well, I don't want to be putting words in your mouth and I don't want you to say what I want to hear. Its important to me, Honey?" "Its okay, Dad. I gave this a lot of thought on the plane...and this is a good thing. I'm so lucky that you and Mom let me do this. I can't imagine how hard it must have been, even if the two of you are more than a little weird." I finished off my cigarette and put it out in the ashtray and pulled another Virginia Slim from my case. Dad was still holding my lighter so I placed the cigarette between my lips and waited for his light. "Thanks," I said as I exhaled carelessly toward his face the way Mom does. Dad shuffled in his seat and changed the subject. "I talked to Ken while you were gone. As a matter of fact, we talked a lot. He really cares for you, you know?" I laughed and asked, "And how did that make you feel, knowing that a man your age is hot to trot with your 17 year old son?" "Well...when you say it like that, there's a part of me that wants to kill him, but you're not my son any more. You're my sister, so the rules have changed. I think its normal and natural for the two of you have a sexual attraction for each other." I reminded him that he and Mom said about the same thing at the kitchen table on the night this all started. "I was embarrassed when you and Mom told Sammy that I might want to date older men...but the two of you were right. But now that its happening, well...I'm embarrassed about it." "For starters," Dad said, "I don't think you should be embarrassed about dating Ken, but since you brought it up...why do you feel this way?" "I think a lot of it has to do with what you and Sammy think about it. I know if anyone was going to be alright with it, it would be you and Sammy. You know...since you both know what it feels like to put on a dress. But still...you guys are well...you're guys! You tried it but you went back to being guys and living like guys and I tried it and well...look at me. I've got a pussy between my legs!" "And that pussy says a lot about why you shouldn't be embarrassed about dating Ken," Dad said. "It means you put a lot of thought into doing what you did. It means you want to be a woman more than you want to be a boy." "But I still have a boy brain and that's what bothers me most," I said. I went on to tell him about the epiphany I had on the airplane. You know I didn't do this because I thought I was a woman trapped in a boy's body." "I do know that," Dad said. "You did it for the same reasons I thought about when I was your age...but the difference between you and I is those feelings are stronger in you. I had the urges like you did or do, but I didn't do anything about them. I was content to let my urges be fantasy, but you...well, you felt strong enough to do something about them. Seriously, Sweetheart. Do you honestly think you could have grown up to be a man like me and live a normal life when you felt as strongly as you did? Your life would have been a wreck. I had urges. You had urges. I was strong enough to suppress mine. You were strong enough to make yours real. You couldn't have done what I did and I couldn't have done what you did." I thanked my dad for saying the things he said but told him it still didn't make me feel better about wanting to be with Ken. "Its my boy brain that's telling me its gross and crazy," I said as I tapped my head with my hand. I asked him if he had ever put his hand on another man's penis? "No. I've never done that." "Well I have, Dad. I touched Ken down there and it was weird. It felt wrong and exciting at the same time and I felt guilty about it afterwards. Is that what my life with men is going to be like forever? Wrong and exciting and guilty and shameful? "Maybe you felt that way because you still had a penis when you touched him," Dad offered. "Maybe so," I said. "But I still feel the same now that I don't. Those doctors down in Mexico. They changed my body but they didn't change my brain. All these things that are happening. They're not happening to Nancy Peterman. They're happening to me, Darren." "When you say it like that, I see how confusing this must be for you. I don't know what to tell you, other than I'm sorry, and I hope your feelings change over time." "I hope so too, but right now I'm not worried about the future or my feelings changing over time. I'm just worried about what happens when I see Mr. Edwards tomorrow." Dad laughed and said, "I hope you don't call him Mr. Edwards to his face." "No, I don't, but that's how I think about him. He's always going to be Mr. Edwards and I'm always going to be Darren Peterman," I said as I took another Virginia Slim from cigarette case. Dad lit my cigarette for me and said, "Let me tell you a story about me and I hope it will help, even though its not the same thing, it kind of is. Its about changing and evolving. When I was your age, I was Bill Peterman. I played sports. I liked girls. I hung out with my friends. I had parents. I was just a regular kid, but then one day I met your mom and then we had you. I couldn't be a kid any more because I had my own kid. I had to be a grown-up, a father and a husband. It didn't happen all at once, like someone flipped a switch and I was suddenly a responsible adult. It happened slowly and in time. I evolved from a kid into an adult." I told him that I understood what he was saying, but I also reminded him that for me, it really was like someone flipped a switch and I was suddenly an adult. Dad nodded and said, "Yeah, that's true, and that's a whole other conversation, one that would probably be best served by talking to your mom, but for now lets focus on you evolving into a woman. I'm not going to sit here and tell you that being a woman for Ken won't be strange and gross at first, but I am saying that if the two of you stay in a relationship and that relationship is sexual, your feelings about it will evolve. But in the meantime, before that evolution happens, I want you to try not to be embarrassed or ashamed by the things you're going to do with Ken." And then he took my free hand and held it to his lips and kissed it. "I love you so much and I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished. You have nothing to be ashamed of." **** I took my father's words with me upstairs and made a phone call to Ken, to let him know that I was home. He immediately asked to see me and we agreed to a date after he was done with work. He told me that Abby and Ben wanted to see me too, and he asked if I could drive over to his house before we went out. I told him that I looked forward to seeing Abby and Ben. Before we hung up, he told me that he missed me. I honestly think he would have told me that he loved me, but he was afraid it would freak me out. I don't know. Maybe not, but that's the feeling I got when he said it. **** I was sitting on my bed wearing my favorite long nightgown and reading a "Woman's Day" magazine when Mom knocked at the door and asked if she could give me a goodnight kiss. I told her the door was unlocked and she walked in wearing her own nightgown and carrying her cigarette case. She pulled up a chair next to my night stand and I sat up in bed so that we could have a cigarette together and talk. It didn't take long before we were both giggling and laughing. It felt so good to be with her and be like her, and I told her so. "Awe, you're so sweet to say that," she said as she trimmed the ash of her cigarette against the rim of the ashtray. "Well, its true and you know it," I said and then I told her about calling Mr. Edwards and how we had made a date to see each other the next night. "I'm driving over there so I can see the kids before we go out." Mom was delighted and said, "You know where this is leading to. Don't you?" I smiled and shook my head. Mom laughed and sang, "First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes Kenny in the baby carriage." "Don't you think you're rushing things just a bit? I've only been a woman for a three months and I slept through most of it." "I'm just saying that Ken is a good man, with a good job, and good kids, and you might want to think about striking while the fire is hot. I talked to your dad and he told me about talking to Ken while we were away, and we both think he's head over heels in love with you." I exhaled a puff of smoke toward the ceiling and said, "So what if he is? Don't I have a say in when or whether I get married?" "Oh get off your high horse," Mom said. "We both know you want to be a mother and a house wife and we both know its looking you in the face." I giggled and said, "I know, but I don't want to appear so desperate and ready." "Trust me, Honey. That man is so in love with you that he's not going to be able to see how desperate you are. Just go with it and have fun and the rest of your life will work out." "You make it sound so easy," I said. "What about the evolution part?" "The evolution part? What do you mean?" It was then that I knew my father had kept our conversation to himself and even though it wouldn't have bothered me if he had spilled my beans, I kind of liked the idea of Dad being my confidante. "Oh, it was just something Dad and I were talking about. You know...most people evolve into being grown-ups and I kind of just skipped all that, but that doesn't mean I still don't have to evolve." Mom touched my leg and said, "Well I think you're evolving just fine. By the way, I talked to Margie and Susan while you were talking to your father and they'd both love to see you tomorrow before your date, if that's alright with you?" "Hell yeah," I said excitedly. "I can't wait to see them." "Well in that case, we'll meet them around 10 o'clock over at Margie's house. Your father and Sammy made such a mess while we were away that it will probably take at least a week before I'm comfortable inviting anyone over." ****** After saying goodnight to Mom, I got out of bed and locked my bedroom door because I was horny and sorely in need of some privacy. Oh yeah, just me and my dildo and a pack of Virginia Slims! I stood in front of my mirror and admired my bulging curves through the silky nightgown as I lit a cigarette and exhaled against the glass. Oh how womanly! God, I was so horny! And the feeling was very familiar. It was like the best high I've ever been on- ten times better than scotch I'd drank on the plane. Oh yes! This is what its all about, I thought as I fingered myself through the silk. It wasn't lost on me that I was slipping back into my boy and his fetishes routine. Sure, it was silly and immature and I had so many more mature things to think about than prancing and waving my cigarette in front of the mirror, but what can I say? Sissy boys will be sissy boys. That's right, I said it. I'm a sissy boy in the body of a woman. That thought stopped me in my tracks but did nothing to sooth my aching phantom erection. How weird, I thought. I'm a sissy boy trapped in the body of a grown woman. It was one of the few things that actually made sense to me. I liked the idea and thought it was much better to be a sissy boy trapped in the body of a mature woman than to be a woman trapped in the body of a sissy boy. Oh yes! Much better. I began a pretend conversation with Susan Estes and Margie Jackson. "So nice to see you again," I said as I kissed and hugged the air. "Why yes," I laughed heartily. "The boobs are real and so is the pussy. That's right girls! I'm just like ya'll now. Mr. Edwards? Ah yes, you mean Ken. Why we do have a date tonight and I'm going to suck his dick and make him sperm inside my mouth." I flauntered around and did a circle in front of the mirror and then jumped into my bed and prepared to put my fantasy into motion. I put out my cigarette and lit another one and hiked up the hem of my nightgown. And then I spread a little KY Jelly on my hairy pussy to make it easier for the dildo to slide back and forth. I closed my eyes and puff puff puffed on my cigarette as I imagined being in bed with Mr. Edwards. I rubbed my fingers against the hard dildo and then eased it inside my new pussy. I imagined my parents and Ms. Estes and Mrs. Jackson and even Sammy watching as Mr. Edwards drilled my pussy while I was smoking. Deeper and deeper and harder and faster...the orgasm was so close...so near. And then it hit me and I gasped and took one final puff from my cigarette and held the smoke in my lungs as my body quaked beneath the orgasm that seemed to last forever. And then the orgasm subsided and I was laying there with a half smoked cigarette smoldering between my lips. The feeling of ecstasy gave way to that familiar feeling of remorse and guilt and deep shame. I put the cigarette out got out of bed. I had to get my nightgown off. I didn't want to wear it any more. I wadded it up and hid it inside my dresser. And there I was standing naked with my big boobs and my hairy pussy exposed to the night air. I took a pieces of Kleenex and wiped the greasy KY Jelly from my pussy. Afterwards, I cleaned off the dildo and hid it next to my nightgown in my dresser drawer. "You're such a fucking freak," I said out loud as I climbed back in the bed and curled up in a fetal position. "Are you proud of yourself now? Oh my God! What had I thinking about? Imagining my family and friends in the room with me as Mr. Edwards fucked me. "You're so sick," I whispered out loud. I turned over on my back and stared at the ceiling. If I was really like my mom, I'd have a cigarette after the orgasm, but I didn't want one. As a matter of fact, I didn't want anything to do with being like a woman. I rolled over onto my stomach and cried into my pillow. "Oh God! Why did you let me do this to myself?"