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Please read 'The Ultimate Bridal Weekend I and II' to make sense of this story. The Ultimate Bridal Weekend III - Life Goes On and On By Sheila Anne Morgan The Holidays were hectic, but fun. I cannot remember having a better time sharing with family and friends. The new year started with a baby shower for Denise, the woman from Feed The Families who was having a baby boy. I gave her the booties and blanket I had knit for her along with a sailor suit and a hat I knit that looked like a sailor's hat. She was thrilled with this and all of her gifts. We played games and wished her and the baby well. In the middle of January Brad was made a partner at the law firm and I was invited to the luncheon in his honor. I wore my navy suit with a fitted, long-sleeved, white blouse with a ruffled collar. The skirt came to the middle of my knees and I had on navy pantyhose and navy, four-inch pumps. I was so proud to be standing next to him as his father made the announcement. Everyone in the office came up and congratulated him. That evening when Brad came home I suggested we go out to dinner to celebrate. Brad took me to one of the best restaurants in town and we had a delicious meal and bottle of wine. As we were eating Brad said, "You know, Sheila, we never had a honeymoon. Things are pretty slow, at the office, right now. I'd like to take you to one of those all inclusive resorts for a week." "Brad, I'd love it!" I gushed. "The advertisements on TV make them look so enticing." "Good, I'll have Janice make the arrangements tomorrow. She will need your passport. It's a good thing we thought to get you one last fall. I think we should plan it for the middle of March so you have time to shop and I can arrange my schedule." "That sounds fine. I can't think of anything that will conflict with that." At the first meeting of the year of the Feed The Families Charity Adrienne nominated me to be the chairperson of the Spring Fashion Show and Monica seconded the nomination. Of course I was approved. I told everyone that I would meet with Lynnette at Lynnette's Fine Fashions and arrange everything. I also told them that I would need at least three more models, as I knew I could count on Adrienne and Monica. Julie had just joined the charity and quickly volunteered. Three of the younger women raised their hands and I put their names down. The next morning I met with Lynnette and told her of our plans. She looked in her planner and told me that Wednesday, the fifteenth of April would work for her. We agreed that that date was acceptable. Then I said, "Lynnette, Brad is taking me on our honeymoon at an all inclusive resort in the Turks and Caicos Islands. I will need some summery dresses." "When are you going, Honey?" she asked. "We are planning the middle of March." I replied. "That's good. My summer line will be coming in around the first of March. I have some beautiful things ordered that will look great on you." "Good, I knew I could count on you. Please let me know when they come in." I began putting together a list of everything I was going to need for the trip. I had a few things from last summer, but some of them weren't suitable for resort wear. I would need a couple of bathing suits and some shorts and tops. I am hoping I won't have trouble finding them before March. Brad laughed at me when he got home and saw my suitcase and some clothes laid out on the bed in the spare bedroom. "Honey, it's two months before we are going on vacation. Or are you planning on leaving me?" "No. I'm not planning on leaving you," I said as I snuggled up against him. "I'm just excited about going and I want to be ready." "That's good, because I kinda like having you around." He said as he kissed my forehead The information came from the travel agent a few days later and I was even more excited as I read all that there was to do at the resort and on the island. Around the first of March Lynnette called and told me that her summer line was coming in and asked if I wanted to make some selections for my trip. I told her I would be in the next day. When I arrived at the store Lynnette greeted me with a hug and a kiss and led me over to the racks containing the summer clothes. I was able to find several dresses, skirts and blouses that she said would be perfect for the Caribbean climate. She showed me a long, silk dress that would be perfect for a formal evening but easy to pack. The department stores were also receiving their summer clothing and I was able to get the shorts, tops and bathing suits I would need. I also purchase sandals and flip-flops. On Saturday morning Julie came with Brad and I to the airport and then took my car back home as she was going to stay at our home and take care of the horses. As I had finally finished my sweater coat, I decided to wear it to the airport as the weather was mild and I felt it would be perfect for a cool or breezy night. I was wearing gray dress pants with a colorful tropical print top and heels to travel in. I had purchased a large designer, straw purse to carry on the plane. It held my iPad, magazine and all of the essentials that a woman needs to have close at hand when she travels. I had downloaded several books to my iPad that I had been meaning to read. After a relatively short flight we arrived at the island. There was a small, luxury bus waiting for us and several other passengers that where going to the resort. The driver took us to the resort where we were met by a pretty, young woman dressed in white shorts and an aqua polo shirt with the logo of the resort embroidered on the left breast and her name on the right. "Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Kline, I'm Brittany. I will be your vacation consultant while you are here. I will show you to your suite and allow you to freshen up and then I will take you on a tour of the resort. If you will follow me, please." Our bags had been loaded on a motorized cart and we took the seat behind Brittany as she drove down the path. Brad and I couldn't get over how beautiful and clean everything was. As we passed the massive pool we saw the name of the resort on the bottom of the pool in tile. There was a waterfall and a swim-up bar at one end of the pool. Soon we pulled up in front of our suite. As Brittany ushered us in I saw a sitting area with a large screen TV and a wet bar with an open-air view of the ocean. Walking through a doorway we saw a king-size bed that also looked out on a veranda and the ocean. The doors were open and a warm, tropical breeze filled the rooms. A porter brought our bags into the room and Brittany asked us to call her when we were ready to take our tour. I unpacked our bags and hung up our clothes before taking my white shorts and mauve camisole top into the bathroom to change. Brad had changed as I did the unpacking, so I hung up our traveling clothes and slipped a pair of jewel-encrusted thongs on my feet and was ready to go when Brittany pulled up at the door. She drove us down to the white-sand beach that was dotted with lounge chairs and beach umbrellas. She showed us where we could get our towels and the snack bar, where we could get a drink or light lunch. The massive pool had several snack bars along with one with adult beverages. We also saw waiters roaming among the guest taking orders for drinks. She showed us the main dining room and explained that the dress for dinner was skirts or dresses for the women and long pants and a shirt with a collar for men. There would also be two formal nights where suits for men and fancy dresses for women were required. If we didn't want to dress for dinner there were several buffets where meals were served throughout the day. She showed us the shops where we could purchase everything from toiletries to beachwear. Clothing, fine jewelry, watches and souvenirs were also available. When she dropped us back at our suite we decided to just walk the grounds and take some pictures, as it was already late in the afternoon and would soon be time for dinner. At dinner we were seated with another couple, Joe and Rachel Springer that were about our age. We found we had a lot in common as they were celebrating their first anniversary this week. We told them that this was our honeymoon but that we had been married for about nine months. We stayed after dinner and danced to the music provided by the three-piece band until they stopped at ten o'clock. I don't know if it was the warm tropical breeze wafting through the sheer curtains or the sound of the surf breaking on the beach or maybe the combination of both but our libido was certainly increased as we made love far into the night. The next morning we awoke about nine-thirty to the beautiful vista of sand and sea. After a quick shower we both donned our bathing suits. Brad had a suit that looked like a pair of shorts and I put on my first bikini. The combination of hormones and testosterone blockers that had been injected and ingested in my body had worked their magic. My breasts were now a B-cup and my hips and derriere had a more womanly shape. By the wolf-whistle I got from Brad I felt that the bikini looked alright. I put on my lacy cover-up and grabbed the beach bag with the tanning lotion and a book and we headed, hand in hand, to the beach. Brad and I coated each other's bodies with the tanning lotion and lay on the lounge chairs. A short time later a waiter came up and Brad ordered us a soda as we felt that it was a little too early for a mixed drink. We decided to limit our exposure to the warm, tropical sun to just an hour for the first day. Before leaving the beach we ran into the surf and frolicked in the clear, warm water. After we took a shower together we went to one of the buffets for lunch. There was a huge selection to choose from and I had to restrain myself from overeating. As we ate we looked over the daily newsletter to see what we would like to do for the afternoon. There seemed to be choices for every age and interest. We decided we would try golf lessons as Brad wanted me to learn and he said he could get a few pointers at the same time. The two- hour lesson was fun and Brad worked as my coach and would wrap his arms around me and show me how to swing and putt. That evening we again had dinner with Joe and Rachel. We told them that we were going to rent a Jeep and tour the island tomorrow and asked if they would like to join us. They thought that sounded like fun and told us they would meet us in the restaurant for breakfast. That night we, again, took advantage of the tropical breezes and sounds of the surf and made love. When we sat at the table the next morning Joe remarked, "It looks like you guys had a short night. I thought we were the newlyweds." Brad gave a sheepish grin and replied, "What can I say? She kept me up." He earned a swat on the arm for that comment. "I didn't hear you complain last night." I was wearing a light, print skirt that came to mid-calf; a halter style blouse and sandals. I knew that the open Jeep was going to blow my hair around so I had put it in a single braid at the back of my head. Rachel had worn a skort and camisole top. She had tennis shoes and a women's baseball cap covering her short hair. We went to the lobby and found our Jeep waiting for us. Brad helped me climb into the back as Joe helped Rachel. We drove around the island and found many places to take pictures. Brad took pictures of Joe and Rachel for them and Joe took pictures of Brad and I. We also were able to get other tourists to take pictures of the four of us. At noon we found a small sidewalk caf? where we had lunch. We spent the rest of the afternoon looking in the souvenir shops on the main street. It was a very pleasant day and we arrived back at the resort in time to dress for dinner. The next night was our first formal night and I wore my long, halter style, red silk dress and matching strappy, high-heeled, red sandals. My light brown hair now came down to the middle of my back and I pulled the sides up and fastened them at the crown of my head with a jewel-encrusted clip. Although it was warm when we left for the dining room I took the matching shawl, as I knew we would probably stay and dance after dinner. When the band stopped playing Brad and I walked the beach, stopping occasionally to kiss in the moonlight. I had often seen pictures of couples doing this and it was as romantic as I thought it would be. The rest of the week we took advantage of many of the preplanned activities, the beach and the pools. Of course at night we took advantage of the king-sized bed and the romantic setting. The night before we left was the second formal evening and I wore my little, black dress. It came to mid-thigh and had spaghetti straps. Everything in-between hugged my figure as if it was painted on. I can't believe how sexy it made me feel. And from the hard bulge in Brad's pants I knew he though I was sexy too. The next morning we exchanged addresses and phone numbers with Joe and Rachel. We told them how much fun we had had and asked them to call if they came into our area. Julie met us at the airport and Brad loaded our luggage in the car. Julie commented on how good our tans looked and how jealous she was. As Brad was unloading the luggage Julie asked if she could talk to me for a minute. We sat in the great room. "Sheila, Dr. Springer has okayed me for my SRS. I contacted a clinic in Colorado that comes highly rated and they have an opening in May," she said. I ran to her and wrapped my arms around her as I said, "Julie, that's great. I know you have been looking forward to this." "What I wanted to ask you is would you come with me and be there for me? I will be there about two weeks." "Of course I will! Wait until I tell Brad," I said. "Tell me what?" Brad said as he walked into the room. "Julie's going to have her surgery in May and she wants we to go with her. It's alright, isn't it?" "I think it would be great if you go," Brad said. "Thank you, Brad," Julie squealed. "You're the best cousin ever." Julie and I sat there and made plans as Brad went to fix us dinner. The following weekend was Easter and Brad's Aunt Emma and Uncle Phil invited the family over for dinner. Monica and Charlie came in with big smiles on their faces. "What are you two so happy about?" Brad asked. "We are going to have a baby," Monica yelled. "When?" asked her mother, who was anxiously awaiting grandchildren. "About the end of August. We just got the confirmation this week," Charlie said. "Is it going to be a boy or a girl?" I asked. "We don't want to know. We will be happy either way." Monica replied. Uncle Phil went to the wine cooler under the bar and came back with a bottle of champagne. "This calls for a toast. I've been saving this for a special occasion and I think this is it," he said as he popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid in the champagne glassed Aunt Emma set before him. We each took a glass and toasted the happy couple. The talk of the rest of the afternoon among us five women was about baby showers, baby clothes and baby furniture. April fifteenth found me standing in front of a group of women at our semi- annual fashion show. I was wearing a pale blue, jersey dress with a cowl collar and a side tie. I introduced Lynnette and she described the dress as I walked through the crowd. I think that Lynette knew what I liked and that I would buy them after the show. The next outfit was a cream colored linen suit over a brown lacy camisole. The skirt came to the middle of my knees and there was a matching pair of pants. The first of the long dresses I wore was a prom formal in light peach. It was strapless with a straight skirt and a large bow at the front of the waist. The next dress was an aqua lightweight silk cocktail dress with a crossover bodice and skirt. The full skirt came to just above my knees. Next was another long dress in white with a pink floral print extending from the middle of the bodice to my knees. It had an A-line skirt and was strapless. The last dress was a light summer silk in a champagne color with a sheer, print over-skirt. As I said Lynnette knew the styles I liked and gave me a good discount when I purchased them all. Julie and I spent the next week planning our trip. I could tell that she was both excited and nervous. We were able to get a flight at a reasonable price and the clinic offered rooms, for the families of patients, at a reasonable price and I was able to reserve a room for the length of Julie's stay. The day of the flight we arrived at the airport with just a carry-on apiece as Julie would be wearing hospital gowns for the first week and the lodging had laundry facilities for me to use. That afternoon I checked Julie in to the clinic and left for a few minutes to check in to my room. When I arrived back at Julie's room I found the nurses prepping her for tomorrow's surgery. I held her hand as the nurse inserted the IV line in her other hand and reassured her that I would be close by her side all day tomorrow. At eight o'clock I kissed her forehead as the nurse gave her something to help her sleep. I told her I would be back before they took her to surgery in the morning. The next morning I arrived at Julie's room to find her wearing her surgical cap and looking kind of spaced out from the pre-meds she had been given. I walked beside the gurney, holding her hand, as they wheeled her to the operating room. As we got to the doors I leaned over and kissed her forehead and told her they were going to take good care of her and I would see her when it was over. It was later that afternoon before they would let me see Julie. She was being wheeled back to her room after the recovery room nurses deemed she wasn't going to have any problems. She smiled up at me, weakly, as they transferred her to her bed. I told her the doctor said she came through it beautifully. As I sat beside her bed she fell asleep and I quietly left at eight o'clock. The next several days Julie drifted in and out of sleep as she recovered. On the third day I found her sitting up in bed. She was still hooked up to the IV and catheter, but she looked a lot better than she had and smiled as I walked in the room. "Good morning, Julie," I said, "It looks like you are feeling much better today." "Well, I still hurt, but it is not as bad as it has been. They tell me that the doctor is going to change the dressing today and I can see what he has done. Then the nurses are going to explain the care and feeding of my new vagina. I would like for you to be here so you know what I'm supposed to do." "You know I will be here for you. And I don't want you to have any problems." Later the doctor came in and took off the dressing. Julie and I got a good look at her new vagina. It was still a little swollen, but beginning to look like I remembered my girlfriend's looked, minus the pubic hair she had. When the doctor left a nurse came in and showed Julie the stent that she would have to use to dilate her opening to keep it from closing up. She explained the sanitary measures she would have to take to keep from getting yeast infections. The nurse then redressed the area. The doctor released Julie two days before our flight was to depart. We found that it was more expensive to change our flight than to extend the trip. I rented a car and we decided to go to the Garden of the Gods and take the cog railway up Pike's Peak. We were able to drive through the Garden of the Gods stopping occasionally to take pictures with my iPad. The cog railway was an easy trip with the only walking was to the visitor's center at the top. So Julie was able to enjoy the sights without exerting herself. As Julie was recovering we began to plan a baby shower for Monica. We decided to do it at my house as we had plenty of room and it would be warm enough to use the patio and even put up a tent in the yard. Because of the size of the group we were planning on having we decided to have it catered. With the family, Monica's employees and the women from the charity and the Historical Society, plus several of the friends from school and the law firm, we were going to have about a hundred women. I hoped we were going to be able to keep it a secret from her until August. We had invitations printed and sent them out. We suggested unisex gifts, as we had no idea what the sex of the baby was going to be. On July fourth the Historical Society had a float in the Independence Day parade. Brad had borrowed a flatbed trailer from one of his clients and was going to tow it with our pick-up truck. The parade committee designed and decorated the float and ten of us members rode on it, dressed in our period costumes. I had Savanna make me a summer dress and was carrying a parasol. We waved to the crowds as Brad drove slowly down the parade route. Julie and I spent the last week of July decorating the House and making the final arrangement. With as many guests as we were expecting we decided to have everyone park ant a nearby shopping center and we would have a shuttle bus bring them to the house. Everything was ready and I invited Monica and Charlie over for a picnic on Sunday. When they arrived everyone shouted surprise as Monica walked into the house. It truly was a surprise as the house was filled with women yet there were no cars in the drive. Obviously Monica knew we were going to have a shower for her but she couldn't believe how many people were there and how they had kept it a secret from her. After everyone got their drinks Monica was seated on the couch surrounded by a mountain of presents. Julie had appointed herself as secretary and was going to record what Monica received and who gave it to her. Monica began to open the gifts and read the cards. The she handed them to Julie who made a note of the gift. As she was opening the gifts the catering van pulled up and I showed them where to set the food. When Monica was finished we adjourned to the yard where everyone got their food and took a seat. On August twenty-eight Monica went into labor and Adrienne, Emma, Julie and I went to the hospital to be there when the baby was born. Her labor lasted three hours and she delivered an eight and a half pound baby boy. After the doctor finished and the nurses cleaned everything up we were allowed in the see her and the baby. They had picked out the name of Charles junior for a boy. Monica looked tired but proudly showed off her new baby. That weekend Brad helped Charlie paint the baby's room blue. When Monica was ready to go back to work she was able to take the baby with her. (After all she is the boss.) If she was too busy to watch little Charlie there was always someone more that willing to do it for her. It was a little over a month later that Brad came home one evening and asked, "How would you like to become a mother?" "Brad, Honey, you know I'm not built to have a baby. Why do you ask?" "One of my client's daughter has gotten herself pregnant. She is only seventeen and he don't wasn't her to keep the baby, but he won't allow her to get an abortion. So he asked me if I knew anyone who would be willing to adopt the baby." "You think we should adopt it?" "Sheila I have seen how you handle Monica's baby and how much you love him. I think you would be the perfect mother." "Do they know what the baby's sex is?" "She's going to have a girl." "When is she due?" "She's due the middle of January." "Brad, we need to sit down and talk about this. I would love to be a mother, but I don't think the baby should have a mother that still has a male organ between her legs. I know I told you I wouldn't change that unless you told me to. You have to decide what you want. I would like the baby, but I don't want to loose you. And I don't want our daughter to ever be embarrassed about who her mother is." Brad wrapped me in his arms and said, "Sheila, I love you and I know I will love you whether you have a penis, a vagina or nothing between your legs. I agree that it would be better all the way around if you had your surgery before we got the baby." I smiled up at him and gave him a kiss. "Should I call the clinic and see when I can get in? Dr. Springer said she'd okay my surgery when ever I was ready." "Yeah, I think I'm ready to be a daddy and I know you are ready to be a mommy. I guess I should call Charlie and see if he'd help me paint the bedroom." I called Dr. Springer the next day and asked her to send the forms to the clinic where Julie had her surgery done and I would call them and schedule surgery. They were able to schedule me for late October and Brad scheduled himself for vacation at the same time. I was on pins and needles as I waited for the month to pass. I tried to keep as busy as possible so I wasn't thinking about it all of the time. Having been there when Julie had her surgery I knew I was in capable hands and everything would work out fine. Brad and I boarded the plane and went to Colorado. He held my hand all of the way there and reassured me that I was doing the right thing. Again, the doctor's work was flawless and Brad and I flew home. Two weeks later Brad and I were married in front of a justice of the peace and were man and wife officially in the eyes of the state. As I was still healing, we were not able to consummate out marriage but I gave Brad a rain check and a world- class blowjob. One night I was sitting in the great room painting my toenails and Brad said, "You know, Sheila, you are truly amazing." I looked at him and smiled, "I'm glad you finally noticed. I've known that all along. What made you come to that conclusion?" "Just watching you painting your nails. You look like you've been doing it since you became a teenager not just for the last year or so. You are more feminine that half the women I've met. I am so lucky to have found you." "I feel like I have been doing this all my life. I can hardly remember that guy you met last year. What was his name anyhow?" "I don't remember. I think I might have it written down somewhere. If you want I'll go look for it." "Don't bother I know we'll never see him again." "Seriously, Sheila, have you ever had any regrets?" "Brad, when we first started this I was worried that I would grow tired of being a woman and want to quit. But I fell in love with you and there hasn't been a moment that I wanted to change a thing. Now that I'm officially your wife it would cost you a bundle to get rid of me." I said with an evil grin." "Great! Now you're a beautiful gold-digger." "Oh shut up, Mr. Kline, and take me to bed. My six weeks are up and I'm ready to test my new plumbing." Brad rushed over and picked me off of the couch and carried me into the bedroom. As we undressed each other I could see that he was ready. I pulled back the covers and we slipped into bed. I laid on my back and spread my legs as Brad climbed between them. I stared up at the smile on Brad's handsome face as I grabbed hold of his stiff meat and guided it to my new love canal. The first touch of the purple head against the lips of my new vulva sent a shiver of anticipation through my body. I had been dilating with a stent ever since my operation, but Brad was so much bigger that even the largest stent I had used. The doctor assured me that I would be able to take his size without a problem. I hoped he was right. Brad slowly pressed into me and his warm passion felt better than any of the stents ever had. Brad was patient and kept looking at my face to make sure that he wasn't causing me any pain. I moaned as the stiff shaft rubbed against my clitoris and sent shivers of excitement through my body. I saw fireworks as my first, true female orgasm wracked my body and my body didn't come down from the high as it had after a male orgasm. There were after-shocks that rippled through my body and I arched my back to take all of him into me. Brad knew then that I was enjoying our coupling and began sawing in and out of my vagina as I begged him to go faster and deeper. He exploded in me as I reached yet another powerful orgasm. Brad rolled over on his side, as we remained joined and I could feel him softening and his wonderful tool slipped from my pussy. I had never wanted a vagina as long as Brad was satisfied, but now I would never want to give it up. The Holidays were a blur of parties and dinners with family and friends. On New Year's Day Monica invited Brad and I over for dinner. I thought it was just going to be a family dinner but when we walked in the door I found out that it was a baby shower for me. Charlie took Brad downstairs with the rest of the guys and I sat on the couch surrounded by family and friends as I opened the mountain of gifts and thanked everyone. Monica had the dinner catered and Charlie and Julie followed us home with their cars loaded with gifts. I spent the next week writing out thank you notes to everyone who had attended. Shortly after we agreed to adopt the baby we invited Kathy, the baby's mother, and Fred, Kathy's father, over for dinner. Kathy's mother had died when she was ten and her father had raised her by himself. He confessed that building his business had taken more time than he spent being a father. Kathy was a good daughter and student she had just made a bad decision in having sex with a boy who told her he loved her. When he found out that she was pregnant he told her it was over and he would have nothing to do with her. Frank wanted her to have a good life and to go to college. He knew that by keeping the baby she would never be able to fulfill that dream and the baby would not have a caring family to raise it. As we were clearing the table and doing the dishes Kathy told me she thought that her father was ashamed of her. I assured her that he loved her very much and that he just wanted what was best for both her and the baby. I could see that she needed someone to confide in and told her she could call and I would help her as best I could. When we rejoined the men I asked Frank if it would be alright if Kathy could come and see the baby after she was born and maybe baby-sit her when we needed a baby-sitter. He agreed but suggested that she be the baby's Aunt Kathy until we thought she was mature enough to be told the truth. We all agreed that that would be a good idea. Kathy and I became close and would meet for lunch or go out shopping. She asked me if I would be her birth coach, as she didn't really have anyone she could ask. I agreed and began taking the classes. I had expected to do this one-day, but I thought I would be doing it for my wife. January twenty-first little Caitlin Marie was born. I was in the delivery room helping Kathy as she went through the labor pains and delivery. Caitlin was beautiful and my heart was filled with joy as I got to hold her for the first time. I felt sorry for Kathy that she had to give up this lovely bundle of joy but I was grateful the she was allowing Brad and I to love and care for her. We had come to know Kathy over the past several months and she would always be part of our family. I loved everything about being a mother. Even changing stinky diapers was not a chore. Holding this tiny life in my arms as I fed her a bottle and burped her brought out the maternal instincts in me. Finished