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My Husband, My Daughter. By Betty Noone "Paul, I wish you could be a little happier," JoAnn his wife of two years said to him. "I have been out of work for over three months now, and it seems that no- one wants to hire me." Paul replied. JoAnn Crawford was thirty years old. Six years older than her husband. He was in real estate sales, but the recession caused lay-offs, and it seems no-one is hiring. He tried to get a job in other fields but in a tight job market, the employers were looking for experienced people and he could not qualify. JoAnn loved her husband and it took her a little time to decide that she would marry him because she was concerned about the age difference between them. But when dating they always had such fun, always had lots to talk about, and since it wasn't a vast difference in their ages, she consented to marry him. And so far she hasn't been disappointed. For his part, Paul adored his wife. She was pretty, smart, and they seemed to complement each other perfectly. But being unemployed, and for now, seemingly unemployable, was taking its toll on Paul's usual sunny personality. It is not like they needed the money. JoAnn's parents owned the largest women's store in town. When JoAnn graduated from college with her bachelor's degree in fashion design, she began to work at her parent's establishment. They taught her well, and she was a quick learner. So that now, her parents put her in charge of running the business, made her a partner, and went into early retirement. JoAnn's parents loved to travel and when running your own business seemed it that it was never the right time to get away from the store. But now that JoAnn is in charge they are indulging their dream and are away someplace almost nine months out of the year. JoAnn was not only a partner, but now was in charge of the entire store operation and was being paid quite well. The store catered to women of all sizes. They had apparel such as dresses, skirts, blouses, suits. They also had a full line of lingerie and sleepwear. There was one section where cosmetics and fragrances were sold. Coats, rain gear, and costume jewelry rounded out the line. What they didn't sell was shoes. Nor did they offer any salon services. The store was located in a corner of the nicest mall downtown. JoAnn continued, "I know you have been trying, honey. Be patient, something will turn up." But secretly she was concerned about her husband's mental health. She saw him getting more despondent by the day, and she thought she ought to try to do something about it. It was on her mind quite a bit for the next several days, and finally she thought of a possible solution, but would Paul go for it? There is only one way to find out, she thought to herself, and that is to discuss it with him at dinner tonight. Paul always helped JoAnn in the kitchen, and they found it fun to prepare their meals together. He was also good about clearing the table, and wiping the dishes as JoAnn washed them. So the kitchen chores were done together. While Paul was preparing the salad, Jo Ann took a deep breath and went for it. "Paul, honey." "What, dear? "I have thought of a plan where you could get a job. A good job. A job that could pay well. But it is sort of complicated." "What are you talking about, JoAnn?" "Come work for me." "What?" "I said, come work for me. You know, in the store." "What could I possibly do there? I don't know bookkeeping, and I dont' want to be a stock boy." "No, No. Nothing like that, lover. Come work as a salesperson. I think you could do well at it. You were always comfortable around women." "Well, I don't think that the average woman would be comfortable buying dresses from a man." "That's just it, dear. I want you to come work as a female." "Are you nuts?" "No, dear. I mean it. I have been looking at you carefully the past few days and I think that I can make you into a nice looking woman. You would have to learn a lot about how women act, but you are a quick learner, and I think that you could find it fun, too." "JoAnn honey, you know I would do anything you wanted me to do, but this is way out of the box. I never have worn women' clothes. I wouldn't know how to act like a woman. People would see through me in an instant." "If all that concerns you is that people will know you are a man, why not lets try it at home and see what happens?" "Where will I get the clothes. You don't expect me to go shopping, do you?" JoAnn mentally smiled to herself, she knew she was bringing him around, and said, "Did you forget that I own the store? We can go there after it is closed and make selections of what we will need and then bring them home for you to try on." "OK. But promise that no one will see me, and that you don't tell anybody about this. I would crawl into a hole if anyone found out." "It will be fine, dear, you'll see." The store closes at six on Sundays, and at six thirty the next Sunday night JoAnn let herself and her husband into the store. She turned off the alarm, notified mall security that the lights would be turned on and that she would be in the place, and that it was not being burlarized. It took several hours for JoAnn to select three dresses, several skirts and blouses, panties, bras, all of which she first had to measure Paul and then to his embarrassment hold them up to him to see how they would look. He was unaware that JoAnn also selected some sleepwear, such as night gowns and penoirs for home wear. She also selected several housedresses for around the house. Picking up cosmetics that she thought would be appropriate and a bag full of costume jewelry, they were done. After they put the shopping bags in the car's trunk, they went back to the mall and went to the Payless shoe store, that was open until ten P.M. There were no customers in the store, and JoAnn told the clerk that they would find what they need by themselves. They went to the women's department and JoAnn, after having Paul take off his shoes and socks, and then had him put on the nylon ankle length hose, found several pair of pumps that fit him. They were size 10 with a two inch stacked heel. She also found a pair of house slippers with a 1" heel to wear with the sleepwear. JoAnn took the shoes to the front and the clerk checked them out, and JoAnn paid for them with a card, while Paul stayed to the side,too embarrassed to say anything. This night was boggling his mind. He had never seen JoAnn in such a frenzy as tonight. It was if she was on a mission. Several times, while in the store he thought about calling the whole thing off but thought better of it when her realized how excited his wife was about the whole idea. By the time they got home and the packages brought in from the car, it was getting quite late, and they both were tired and they went to bed. In bed he clung to his wife, realizing that he was to embark on a new adventure, one that he was not sure he wanted to take. JoAnn, sensitive to his moods, held him tightly, until they both fell into an uninterrupted sleep. After breakfast, JoAnn asked, "Are you ready?" "I guess so." "C'mon. Be a sport. We are home together. Let's have some enthusiasm. Maybe it wont work out, but let us at least give it a try. What do you say?" "You're right, honey. I will try to be a better sport about this." "Good girl." "What did you say? "I said, 'good girl'. If you are going to look and act like a girl, you will have to get used to being called a girl." "Yeah. I guess you're right." With that, JoAnn took Paul's hand and led him upstairs where there were shopping bags full of clothes. She walked him into the bathroom where she already had a tub full of hot soapy water waiting for him. "Get in, soak for about fifteen minutes, then shave all of your body hair off. When you are done call me. I will be in our bedroom waiting for you." "Do I have..." He was going to say 'have to' but JoAnn looked at him sternly, and without another word took the razor from her hand and went in to soak. He did as he was told and the warm, soapy water, softened his body hair and it came off easily. Not that he had that much to start with. He also shaved his face as close as he could. He deposited the hair from the razor into a paper plate that JoAnn supplied otherwise it would have clogged the drain. When he was finished, he called out to his wife, who came into the bath room and poured about a few drops of perfume in the water, swished it, and said, "Women always smell nice. This is White Shoulders. You have always liked it when I wore it. It will be your scent. You will see how nice it makes you feel." He got out of the tub, towel dried, and JoAnn corrected him as to how women pat themselves dry instead of rubbing the towel against their skin. Paul paid attention. He decided that he would be a good sport and that he really did not want to disappoint his wonderful wife. He will do the very best he can, and listen to her instructions without further complaint. JoAnn showed him how to wrap the bath towel against his chest as women do, and then he followed her into the bedroom. Having his body clean shaven, caused him to be sensitive to the air moving around his body. He was surprised at how sensuous it felt. He donned panties, JoAnn helped him into his bra, and then put inserts into the cups to fill them out. She held a terrycloth robe for him to slip into, which he did. JoAnn then sat him in front of the vanity, and said for Paul to pay attention as he would have to learn to do these things by himself. She proceeded to thin his eyebrows and shape them a bit, but not too much. She commented that she didn't realize how small his shoulders were and how lovely his long neck looked. She also said she didn't realize that he did not have a huge skull. Fascinated with what JoAnn was doing to his face, he made no return comment. She applied foundation to his face. Then eyeliner and mascara. She thought Paul looked a little pale, and applied a small amount of blusher to his cheeks. She brought out an auburn wig. It was not too long. It was parted down the middle and came down just short of his shoulders. All the while JoAnn is talking to him, telling him what she is doing, and how she is doing it. And Paul was paying attention to everything she said. Paul did not see much difference until the wig was put on. Then JoAnn applied lipstick to his lips and shaped them into a cupid's bow. As soon as the wig and lipstick were on him, he knew he could no longer back out. Looking back at him was a female. A plumpish, but not obese, young girl Paul did not realize it, but his eyes were shining with excitement and JoAnn realized that she was really going to be able to pull this off. A pretty one at that. To confirm his thoughts, JoAnn exclaimed, "My God. Your are prettier than I am." Strangely, Paul was pleased. It was as if one inserted a key into a lock, turning it for the first time, and surprised that it fit. Paul was yet not aware of it, but something just 'clicked'. A dress with a scoop neckline, short sleeves and full skirt was then donned. Finally, he was shown how to put on his nylon hose, and slip into the pumps. He stood up, at first, a little wobbly because of the heels. But they were not too high, and the shoes not only fit but were comfortable. "Try walking in the room, back and forth, a couple of times. Let me look at you." JoAnn instructed. Paul walked and by the third round found that he no longer teetered in the heels. He was surprised how he looked, and couldn't take his eyes away from the mirror, looking at himself. He was fascinated with what he saw. "What did I tell you?" JoAnn said. "Just look at you. You are darling." "Yes. Yes, I guess I am sort of pretty, aren't I?" "Oh, Cheryl, this is going to be a great experiment. You'll see, it is going to work out fine. "Cheryl?," he asked. "Yes. Your name is going to be Cheryl. I found a name tag from a salesgirl who is no longer with us in my desk. I think Cheryl is a cute name for you. What do you think?" "Cheryl. Cheryl," he repeated. "Yeah, Cheryl sounds good to me." JoAnn instructed. "Now say, 'Cheryl. Cheryl. Yes. I love it.' and say it slowly and softly. He did as JoAnn asked, and she continued. "With women, and girls, it is not so much the tone of your voice, but how you say it. Don't say 'yeah' when you mean to say 'yes'. And women don't just 'like' things, they 'love' them. Try to remember to speak as a woman would. Listen to how I speak and then try it for yourself. I will correct you whenever I feel I need to. How do you feel, now that you are dressed up?" "Well, I can't get over how light the clothes feel on me. And that they fit about my body is sensual. I can see why women wear heels. My legs look so much nicer in them." "Yes, Cheryl dear, you have killer legs." "Do I have to be called Cheryl while we are together with no-one else around?" "Sweetheart, you have to become accustomed to being a woman. By the way, I really can't call you a woman. You look more like a girl. A girl no older than nineteen." Pleased he said, "I do look younger, don't I?" "Yes you do. You look like a college girl. Sweet, too. I think we selected the wrong clothes for you. We are going to have to go back and return all this stuff. it is too old for you. We will have to shop in the girl's department. But this time we won't have to go in after the store is closed. We can shop with you dressed as you are." "Oh, God. Do you think so? I don't think I am ready to go outside of the house." "Trust me, Cheryl dear, you are going to be a natural." He was puzzled as to why this pleased him so. JoAnn sat on the bed, and patted the bed next to her, indicating that Cheryl should sit beside her. JoAnn then said. "This brings me to a problem that I haven't considered before. You obviously cannot be my husband, and everyone knows I don't have a sister, but you have the same last name as mine. What can you be to me?" Cheryl sat quietly, thinking about it, but nothing came to mind. "Of course," JoAnn exclaimed! "You will be my niece from out of town. The story will be that you re-located to this area and are temporarily living with me." "I will be your niece?" "Yes. Of course. Starting now, you must call me either Aunt Jo or Auntie. The more we do it the more comfortable we will be with it and it will reduce the possibility of a slipup. When you are working at the store, if I am in your presence as the owner, you must address me as the other employees do, and that is, either Mrs. Crawford, or ma-am. But other than that, and you won't see me often during business hours, you must address me as Aunt Jo." "Can I call you Auntie-Jo?" "Of course, dear." JoAnn spent the next four days tutoring Cheryl in how to comport himself as a girl. She told him that there was only one other person that had to be let in on the secret, and that was her friend who ran her salon. Cheryl had no choice by now but to agree to whatever JoAnn wanted. JoAnn was unrelenting in her tutoring. Sit straight Head held high Smooth your skirt when you sit. Keep your legs together or cross them. Eat slowly. Talk slowly. Sit when you pee, and wipe yourself with a bit of toilet paper before you pull your panties back up. Use feminine terminology when you speak. Sit on the edge of a chair, titties out, spine straight and head high. Keep your toes pointed straight when you walk. Walk in a straight line. Keep your body shaved. Don't put on too much perfume. Just a hint. Tilt your head when you put the phone to your ear, so that your hair doesn't obscure your hearing. Smile. Women always smile. And when you smile, show your teeth. Smile all of the time! Shave your body as soon as there is stubble. Girls have smooth skin not scratchy. For four days, over and over again. Cheryl listened and tried. By the end of the fourth day, while there will always be something new to learn, she got it down pat. Auntie Jo was satisfied. The only thing that concerned Cheryl was that during all this time she did not get an erection, nor did she have the urge for sex. It was as if she became asexual. This did not occur to JoAnn as her husband did not have a strong libido anyway and having sex was usually no more than twice a month. Most of the time it was JoAnn that instigated it. Not that her husband was unable to perform, it was just that he relied upon JoAnn to be the initiator. That was his nature. He was a passive person, but no one realized it not even him. He just thought of himself as a guy who got along with everyone, not realizing that by doing so, he was the passive one. Robin, the owner of the salon, came over the following day, and human hair wigs were tried on. The style selected was typical of what the young girls are wearing...parted in the middle and then falling down the sides and back. The hair usually fell to the front of the shoulders. The hair color selected was a little lighter than Cheryl's natural hair, and the entire effect was perfect. The length and style of the hair meant that hair was constantly falling into Cheryl's face and Cheryl found that she (we can't call him.'him' anymore, can we?) was constantly putting her hair back in place. Young girls are constantly fussing with their hair, and Cheryl found that she did too. Robin then attached nail extensions, but not too long and then filed them into ovals and painted them coral. She also gave Cheryl a pedicure, which was a new experience, but she liked it. The toenails were painted to match the fingernails. Robin then spent an hour teaching Cheryl in the care and styling of the wig, and left a spare wig for emergencies. She also left a lipstick tube the color matching the color of the nails. After Robin left, a thought occurred to Cheryl. He asked JoAnn, "You are spending a fortune on me. Is this all to just be your salesgirl?" "Cheryl, my dear. It is worth every penny to see you happy. Your eyes are shining. You look beautiful. A little plump, but that's O.K. You're not fat. Are you happy?" "You know I didn't want to do this. But now that I am into it. I love it. I love the way I look, I love the way women's clothes feel on me. I cannot explain it, but yes, I am happy. Happier than I have been in a long time. I am really starting to look forward to my new adventure, Auntie." JoAnn was really pleasantly surprised when she realized that Cheryl called her 'auntie' without thinking about it. "Let's have some lunch and then let's take all of this stuff back to the store, return it, and select clothes more in keeping with the age you look. But before we go, please take off your wedding band, Cheryl dear." "Why Auntie. Aren't we still married?" "Of course we are, honey, but at nineteen you are too young to be married. Besides, the ring is masculine and doesn't go with how you now look. I will lend you some of my costume jewelry to wear until you can purchase some of your own." JoAnn took Cheryl by the hand and walked her to where her jewelry box was. Several rings were selected, one for each hand. A ladies' watch, bracelets, clip on ear-rings, and a gold necklace finished off the look. With every item Cheryl put on, she found that she loved it. At the store JoAnn, being the boss, assigned one of the clerks to take the returned clothes and return them to inventory. Everything was returned except the nightclothes and cosmetics. Then Auntie and niece went to the girl's department and this time Cheryl participated in the selection of the clothes. Rifling through the racks, putting skirts, blouses or dresses up against her to see how they look. JoAnn was constantly amazed at how femmy her husband had become in so short a time. In their excitement neither one of them considered the long term effects of what they were doing. After shopping, they had the selections sent to be stored in the trunk of the car, and JoAnn, holding Cheryl's hand walked into the mall. The first stop was an ear-ring kiosk. Cheryl submitted to having her ears pierced without complaint, and small pearl studs were inserted. Instructions were given as to the care of the puncture until healing in about six weeks. Then they walked hand in hand to an upscale shoe store. Two pairs of medium heels for wearing all day at work, and a black patent leather pump with a three inch stiletto heel, (Cheryl found it difficult to walk in them at the store, but was assured with practice they would feel comfortable.) a strappy sandal with a 2 1/2 inch stacked heal, a pair of wedgies, and a pair of heeled house slippers. Occasionally, Cheryl pulled out her face powder from her purse, (Oh yes, several purses were also purchased) and checked her makeup. From time to time she pulled out her lipstick and refreshed her lips. JoAnn smiled in satisfaction. They drove home and JoAnn directed Cheryl to put all the new purchases in the guest room. They needed the closet space and when they came to it, JoAnn announced, "This is Cheryl's room". Cheryl understood, that the guest bedroom would now be hers, and while disappointed at being moved from sleeping with JoAnn, she didn't comment, except to say, "Yes, Auntie Jo." It took several hours for all of the stuff to be put on hangars, labels removed and hung up. Cheryl was surprised to be told that girls hang their clothes facing left, and did so. The dresser drawers were filled with hose, white cotton ankle socks, and bikini style underwear. The bras were slightly padded, and there were soft plastic inserts to insert in the cups to fill them out. The effect was for small breasts, no larger than a B cup which was fitting with the look that JoAnn wanted for Cheryl. When all the paper was stuffed in garbage bags and put in the trash, Jo Ann bade Cheryl to undress and get into her nightie and to lay on her bed. JoAnn turned off the lights so that the room was darkened, and pressed 'play' on the TV remote. On the large flat screen of the TV there came movies of Cheryl, in all manner of dress and activities that JoAnn had secretly taken with her Iphone. The clip was a little over 1/2 hour long. Cheryl was watching himself on the screen, admiring himself. Seeing herself on the TV screen reinforced his acceptance of what she has become. It must have been latent, but as soon as he was dressed as a female and took the name of Cheryl, she became Cheryl. Who knows what lurks in the recesses of the mind? When it was over, JoAnn pulled the covers over Cheryl, tucked her in as if she were a small child, kissed her on the cheek, and said, "Goodnight, my sweet niece. You have done well. I am so proud of you." She turned , left the room, shutting the door behind her. The day's events left Cheryl completely exhausted. She turned over, hugged her pillow, and soon fell sound asleep. She forgot to take off her wig, or remove her makeup. During the night, Cheryl dreamed but when she awoke she could remember that she had dreams, but could not remember what they were about. In the morning, Cheryl got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Sitting to pee was second nature by now. She looked at herself in the mirror and she was a mess. The wig was askew, and the makeup smeared. She washed the makeup off, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. She then slipped on the robe which was part of the nightgown set, slipped her feet into the mules and went downstairs where Auntie Jo was waiting for her. "Good morning, Cheryl, dear. Juice?" Cheryl nodded and JoAnn set a large glass of orange juice at Cheryl's place as she sat down. Carefully smoothing the skirt as she sat, and sitting straight in her chair, spine straight, head high, titties out. Observing this, JoAnn thought, 'Perfect!' "Sleep well?" JoAnn asked. "Yes, Auntie. I did. I dreamed a lot during the night, but I can't remember any of it." "Well, there is a lot going on in your head now. Your brain is sorting it out, I think." "Yes, Auntie, I suppose so." Auntie then served French Toast with coffee and when finished they put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wiped the table clean. "I thought tonight we would go out to eat. You have to get out into the real world now Cheryl, dear." "Oh, Auntie. I don't think I am ready for that." "It has to be sometime and tonight is the night. Trust me, you will do just fine. Have I steered you wrong so far?" "No Auntie, you haven't." "Well, then that is settled isn't it?" Cheryl nodded in assent. Cheryl went upstairs to get dressed. She took her bath, re-shaved her body, added a few drops of her perfume into the bath water so that she would faintly smell of it. She changed her bra and panties, and then proceeded to make herself up. When done she went to her closet and took a little time trying to decide which outfit to wear for this day. She selected a plaid jumper with a white blouse. The skirts of her new clothes came down to just above her knees as is the style for one her age. The only exception was the dress she wore when they went back to the store. That hem was about two inches below her knees. Cheryl loved the feel of the shorter skirts and they showed off her killer legs. Cheryl did not realize it but she was no longer acting. She was performing her feminine actions naturally now. She didn't realize that it was no longer a role that she was going to play. She was becoming Cheryl. More so with every passing day. She slipped on her medium heels without putting stockings on, and proceeded to make her bed. Then she picked up the dirty clothes, and grabbed the long skirted dress from the closet and went downstairs. All this time she did not see JoAnn. She placed the dirty clothes in the hamper in the laundry room and went to find her Auntie. She found JoAnn in the kitchen mixing a batter for chocolate chip cookies, and said. "Auntie Jo, this is the dress I wore to buy my new clothes. My new clothes all drop above the knee except this one. Do you think you could have the seamstress fix it for me?" The store maintained an alteration department with a seamstress on duty at all times the store is open. "No, dear. What I will do is show you how to shorten it yourself. It is something you should learn to do. Just let me finish this batch and get it in the oven and I will be with you shortly. By the way, you look so lovely today, dear. I just love that outfit on you. You look just like a high school girl." Cheryl beamed and said, "Thank you, Auntie." Later, JoAnn schooled Cheryl in the art of sewing. First, cautioning her that sewing takes time and must never be rushed. Mistakes are always made when you try to sew too fast for your abilities. She showed Cheryl how to pin the hem to the proper length, iron it so that it has a crease. Then to slowly cut the excess material from the dress and to then fold it into a hem for sewing. Cheryl then took the dress and walked over to the sewing machine located in the laundry room. "What are you doing, Cheryl?" "I am going to sew the hem,Auntie." "No. Not on the sewing machine. To do it right you have to do it by hand. And there is a special way to do it. Come into the den and I will show you. With matching thread in the needle, JoAnn showed Cheryl how to pick up just one strand of thread in the dress material and bring the threaded needle through it. This will create a hem that will not show any sewing marks. Cheryl took the needle and thread from her Aunt, and began to sew the hem. It was slow work, and JoAnn stayed in the room with her, while reading a book. After a while, with the hem about one half completed, Cheryl said. "Auntie?" "Yes dear?" "Does this mean I am not your husband anymore?" "Tell me, how do you feel about it?" "I have come to realize that you are now my Aunt and that I am now Cheryl. But what happened to Paul? Is he ever coming back?" "Would you want him to?" "I don't know. I have been Cheryl for only about two weeks, and it seems that I have been Cheryl for always. I confess that I love being Cheryl but I never really thought that what we have done would be, for me at least, a life-changing experience." "Does that bother you?" "I haven't really had the time to think about it. But if I were to remain Cheryl, how would you feel about that?" Each one was trying to gauge the feelings of the other, without making any commitments, yet. After a few minutes thinking about it, JoAnn said, "You know I loved you as Paul. I also love you as Cheryl. I was sick seeing you deteriorate when you were without a job. You became withdrawn, uncommunicative, and your normally sunny disposition disappeared. I will admit that I didn't foresee some of the decisions that we are now talking about. But you have come back out of your shell. You are a sunny, vibrant, human being, except that you are now a young girl instead of my young husband. Wow. Thinking about it is making my head whirl. Are you saying that you want to become Cheryl for always?" "Auntie, I don't know what I am saying at this time. For a person who never thought about being a member of the opposite sex, I find that I enjoy being a girl. At least, so far. I seem to love everything that girls do. Would it surprise you if I told you that I don't think of Paul, or myself as Paul anymore? I really love being pretty. Maybe if I was ugly it wouldn't work, but even you told me that I was really pretty. Also, calling you Auntie all of the time has made me feel more like your niece than your husband." "Yes, my darling Cheryl. You are indeed pretty. You need to lose some weight. Would you mind if I talk to my gynecologist to see about putting you on hormones?" "Hormones? What would hormones do?" "I am not sure about everything that they would do to you. But I understand that your skin would get softer, your hair softer and shinier, and your body hair thinner and softer. You would begin to develop some breast tissue, but I understand that in most cases you would not develop enough breasts tissue to give you full breasts. To get that you would still need to go for implants. Your waistline would become smaller and your butt would get fuller. In other words you would develop some female fat distribution about your body." "What about sex?" "What about it?" "Would I still be able to have erections?" "My question to you is, why would you want to?" After a pause and thinking about it, Cheryl said. "Call the doctor." "We have to let my parents know what is happening, honey. Also what are you going to tell your parents?" Cheryl's parents moved to Florida and rarely came in to visit. Although they frequently kept in touch by Email. JoAnn's parents were someplace in Colorado on some dude ranch, but available by Email as well. "Let's hold off calling anybody until we talk to the doctor." With that JoAnn left the room to call her doctor while Cheryl continued to sew the hem of her dress. In a few moments JoAnn came back into the room saying, "She can see us in 45 minutes. We have no time to spare. Get your purse and let's go." They were silent in the car, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, JoAnn said, "if we continue down this road, you realize that we have to get a divorce." "I am not ready to think about that yet," They remained quiet until they got to the doctor's office. JoAnn announced herself to the girl at the reception desk and it was but a few minutes later that they were ushered into the doctor's office. Dr. Jimunek greeted JoAnn warmly, nodded to Cheryl and JoAnn and Cheryl sat down in front of the doctor's desk. JoAnn glanced at Cheryl who was sitting on the edge of her seat, head high, back straight, and chest out. Knees together, every inch a proper girl. At the doctor's prompting, JoAnn related the events of the past several weeks, and said they started discussing female hormone treatment and that is why they are here. "Are you telling me that this girl has only been dressing and acting as a female for only two weeks?" "Yes, doctor. That is exactly what I am saying." "Stand up dear, let me look at you." Cheryl rose from her seat, twirled, and gave a slight curtsy, smiling sweetly all the time. "Where did she learn to do that?" JoAnn thought to herself. She too found that she could not identify this person other than how she presented herself. She too found that in her excitement as a Svengali, creating a new human being, she no longer thought about having a husband. But that she suddenly was living with her niece, who was not only pretty, but a nice person. The doctor said, " I cannot believe it." And to Cheryl she said, have you ever dressed as a female before?" "No ma-am. Never. I never even thought about it. But we are here because in the past two weeks I know that this is who I am, and this is who I must be." Looking at JoAnn, the doctor said, "She even sounds like a girl." The doctor then explained what taking female hormones would do to the body. Most of it was the same or similar to what JoAnn said to Cheryl earlier. What wasn't discussed was that the doctor also recommended that testosterone blockers be given. This would eliminate all sexual urges and eliminate the production of semen in the body. The doctor thought that it would take about three months before any physical signs of changes would be noticed. But after that, it being different with each individual, the changes could then be rapid. When she was through with her explanations, she said, "Do you want to think about it?" Cheryl looked at JoAnn and said,"what do you think Auntie?" JoAnn said, "it's not up to me,honey, it is up to you. The changes will be permanent. The doctor may be right in having you wait to make such a decision. After all, you have been Cheryl for such a short time." "No. I don't want to wait. Doctor, can you start me on therapy right away?" With that the doctor pressed a buzzer and the nurse entered the room. The doctor told the nurse what medications to bring into the room as well as release forms. In a short time Cheryl received a shot in the buttocks as well as a shot in the forearm. She also got two prescriptions, pills to be taken daily. There were the usual possible side-effects, rashes, itchiness, constipation, nausea, were among them. The doctor showed JoAnn and Cheryl how to give Cheryl the two weekly injections without having to come to the doctor's office to receive them. She gave them the vials of chemicals, and cautioned them both to make sure that they do not exceed the doses recommended on the lbottle. As they were leaving the office, Cheryl impulsively hugged the doctor. The doctor smelled the faint scent of White Shoulders. "She even smells like a girl," she mused. The next day, Cheryl was instructed to dress in a white blouse and black skirt which was the uniform for the sales girls. They drove to the store and Cheryl was introduced to the human resources person and all of the applications for employment were filled out. She could not hand over her social security number as it would show the name of 'Paul ' on it, so she recited it instead. Afterwards she was led to the lingerie section where Kelly an experienced salesgirl was waiting for her. She was shown how to find the inventory, how to fold the items carefully, how to enter the sale into the register/computer. The entire day was spent learning in different departments, and Cheryl was accepted for what she appeared to be. At 5:30 JoAnn came by to pick her up and drive her home. On the way home Cheryl excitedly recounted the day's activities and all that she learned. Her eyes were bright with excitement and she didn't stop talking. By the time they got home JoAnn wished she would shut up already. Cheryl carefully hung up her uniform and slipped into a duster and wore her heeled mules. She washed her face, removing all of the makeup, and just kept on her earrings, watch, two finger rings and the plastic pearl necklace, which matched the earrings. She just put a dab of lipstick on and went downstairs. They prepared dinner together, and afterwards went to the family room to watch TV. "Did you take your pills this morning?" JoAnn asked. "Of course, Auntie." Cheryl now looked upon JoAnn as her aunt and the memory of her as a wife has faded from memory. Her responses to questions were not faked, but came naturally. Cheryl brought her dress to be hemmed in with her, and completed the sewing. Afterwards she pressed the hem and was pleased that it was now the shorter length she wanted but also, what a nice job she had done with it. You could not see any needlework at the base of the skirt. She brought the dress to her room and hung it in the closet, being careful to face it towards the left when hung. When she rejoined JoAnn, JoAnn said, "Well, tomorrow is your big day. Your first day at work. I know that you will do just fine." "I no longer am concerned that people will read me. It feels so natural to be me. Can you understand what I am saying, Auntie dear?" "Yes. I think I do. You know, now that you have committed to hormones, we have to again talk about telling our parents, and I really think that we ought to consult my attorney and start the proceedings." "You mean, divorce?" "Yes, that, and I think we ought to have your name legally changed." "Yes. You are right. I feel a little sad about it, but there is no other option, is there?" "No, dear. None that I can see." JoAnn and Cheryl drove to the store the next morning and Cheryl was assigned to the lingerie department. JoAnn went into her office. She had her own things to do, and meetings to take. Running a large store was a real job, and JoAnn had already spent a lot of time away from the store tutoring her now niece. The shift ended at 5:30. At lunch time Cheryl was invited to join some of the other sales girls who took their lunch at the same time and they walked to the food court in the mall Cheryl ordered a salad and an iced tea which she sweetened with Equal instead of real sugar. At 5:00 JoAnn buzzed for her store manager and asked her how Cheryl did this first day. The manager was very enthusiastic. On her first day Cheryl outsold the other girls. It seems that Cheryl was expert in suggesting other items to go with the customers' selections, increasing the dollar volume of the sale. This pleased JoAnn very much, and at 5:30 came by to pick Cheryl up and drive home. Cheryl's work day would be from Monday through Friday, with Friday's closing time at 8PM instead of 5:30 as on the other days. On the way home again Cheryl again told about her exciting day, and how she had the customers make additional purchases through her suggestions. She also said that she gave each customer a store business card with her name written on it, and asked them to ask for her, and that she would could continue to give them her personalized service. JoAnn thought that was such a good idea that she made a mental note to bring it up to the store manager and have the other girls begin to use it. When JoAnn drove the car into the garage, Cheryl was still talking about her exciting day. It was evident that Cheryl was a natural saleswoman and she almost always made the most sales each day. If this kept up, JoAnn would have no other option than to make Cheryl a department manager, something she was reluctant to do, as she did not want to be involved with nepotism. It is one thing to give your niece a job, it is another to promote her to a managerial position in too short a period of time. The following Saturday, JoAnn and Cheryl drove downtown to the lawyer's office. He was waiting for them. Cheryl was a little miffed, because from the promise of no-one knowing, this is the third person now let in on the secret. JoAnn explained that those in the know had a reason to know and that for the most part no one else will be let in on the secret. The lawyer was waiting for them in the outer office. JoAnn through her store was an important client and he responded accordingly. He had already been told what the meeting was about, and the papers necessary for signing were ready and waiting on his office desk. But when Cheryl came in with JoAnn he was unprepared for what he saw. This cute, no, pretty, little teen-ager, who confidently extended her hand to him in greeting and gave him a pretty smile. He had met Paul once before when they first married, and could not believe that this was the same person. Every action was natural. There was no hint of anything not feminine about this person. "You are not fooling around with me, are you JoAnn?" he asked. "What do you mean? "Is this really Paul?" "No. This is Cheryl. She used to be Paul." "Well, she will be Cheryl as soon as she signs the papers for name change and I file it with the court on Monday. It should be approved by Monday afternoon and I will pick up the judge's order on Tuesday morning. I'll fax you a copy of it right away. Then she will be Cheryl, legally. So, let's get that bit out of the way." He pushed the papers and showed Cheryl where to sign. In her new smaller letter and slower handwriting she signed 'Paul Crawford' for the last time in her life. Next to it she signed "Cheryl Crawford" and pushed the documents back to the attorney. Clearing his throat, the attorney said, "The next order of business is the divorce decree. I can now see the reason for it, so I won't go into my usual spiel of reconciliation. This is what you both want isn't it?" Both women nodded their heads. "You have to say it out loud, please. Is this what you want?" Each responded by saying 'yes' out loud. With that he handed each of them a pen and had them sign where he indicated. "Since this is not a contested divorce and I can see that either of you are requesting anything from the other, it should go through the courts easily. I expect that neither of you will have to appear before the judge. It will take about 30 days, and I will let you know when it has been finalized by the courts." He continued, and directed his conversation to JoAnn. "At your request I researched your desire to make Cheryl here your niece liegally. I cannot find anything in the law that permits that. You can adopt her to be your child and you the mother, but you cannot adopt her as a niece" "I would consider that if there was a greater age difference between us. I'm 30 and Cheryl is really 24 even though she looks nineteen. I am too young to be her mother." "When it comes to adoption, age is not a factor. There have been instances where the adopted child is even older than the adoptive parent. Although that is not the usual case. If you want to adopt Cheryl, I think I can arrange that, especially since she is an adult and can give her consent. By the way, is she planning to go all the way? You know, I mean, surgery and all." "Jack, let me think about the mother thing. As for the surgery, while it hasn't been set in stone, it looks like it. By the way, Cheryl's parents are still alive. How can she be adopted when she is not an orphan?" "Oh, she can sign a declaration of independence which is like a divorce action but against the parents. It is usually because of difficulties between the child and the parents, but that is not a requirement." "I'll let you know." They said their goodbyes and left for home. "We accomplished a lot today, didn't we honey?" JoAnn asked. "So on Monday, I will really be Cheryl. I will have to have my driver's license changed won't I?" "Well, you certainly don't want to have someone drive you wherever you go. So you will have to get your license changed. Also we have to notify the bank and the social security administration. There has to be others but my mind is in a whirl, and I can't think about it anymore today." "With the excitement of the day, and having stopped off for lunch at a restaurant, they prepared a light supper, watched a little TV and each retired to their own room after saying 'good night'. By the next morning, JoAnn was thinking more clearly. At breakfast she asked Cheryl, "Would it bother you if I became your mother? Come to think of it, I mothered you from the day we were married. It wouldn't be too different from what I used to do for you" "I think my mother and dad would be furious if I filed for independence. By the way, what are we going to do about telling them?" "Well, they can't become any madder then when they find out they now have a daughter instead of a son." Cheryl said out loud, "Mother, mom. I didn't have any trouble accepting you as my auntie but my mother?" "If you recall, 'Auntie' was foreign to you at the beginning, as well." "Well, would you be telling me what to do?" "Honey, you are 24 years old, even if you now look like a darling 18 year old. You are an adult. But I have been thinking about it. As my pretend niece, you have no legal standing. If you are part of my family you will be part of the estate, that is basically the store. And I can tell you that it is worth a lot. I know that when my folks pass on, I will be the sole owner of the store, and while I am not complaining about the money I get and make now, what I will get in the future is much, much, more. As my child, my daughter, you will be part of my family and share. It is worth thinking about." Cheryl then got on her knees in front of JoAnn and looking up, said. "Will you accept me as your daughter?" JoAnn bent down, and kissed her, then pulled Cheryl up from the floor, hugged her and they both began to cry. Copies of the video of Cheryl was sent to each parent with a long letter of explanation. It provoked an immediate response and within a week both sets of parents were back in town. Neither side was thrilled about it. They both marveled however, at how cute Cheryl was and how ladylike she had become. Cheryl's parents when they had an opportunity to be alone with Cheryl in their hotel room, at first accused JoAnn of manipulating the entire thing. Cheryl explained that feeling girly was her experience, not JoAnn's. Now that she was accepted as Cheryl by the outside world, she intended to continue with the hormones, and have whatever surgery was necessary to complete the transition. It was difficult, even for the parents that raised her, to look at Cheryl and not accept that this was indeed a young lady. It didn't take long before both sets of parents accepted her for what she appeared to be and reacted with her accordingly. When JoAnn's parents were informed of the possibility of adopting Cheryl as her daughter, they both thought it was crazy. But when JoAnn explained the reasons, and that she felt she could really love Cheryl to be the daughter she would probably never have otherwise, they reluctantly agreed that it was probably the right thing to do. By the time Cheryl's parents left to return to Florida, they accepted her as a young girl, and the thoughts of having a son, soon faded from memory. They did notice that there were no pictures of the old Paul in the house. JoAnn had taken them down and replaced them with 8x10 pictures of Cheryl. Adopting in their state, even with an older child, takes a long time. Six months at least. In the meantime, JoAnn took Cheryl to the Drivers License Bureau and had a new license issue in her new name. JoAnn first had a conference with the Bureau manager, and discussed the possibility of a mistake being made and that F instead of M be inserted in the box labeled 'sex'. It didn't hurt that when they discussed the matter, JoAnn placed three $100.00 gift certificates to her store on the desk, without saying anything out loud. She let the certificates do the talking. Also without any conversation, the bureau manage picked up the certificates, walked back to her desk and plopped them into her purse. And so, Cheryl had a new drivers license, showing her new picture, name and sex. The months went by. There were no apparent side effects from either the daily pills or the weekly injections. Once each month, Cheryl went to the doctor for an examination. By the third month it was becoming evident that changes were taking place. Cheryl's butt increased by 1 1/2 inches and correspondingly her waist reduced by the same amount. There was puffiness around the breast area. If you pushed the breasts together you could create the illusion of cleavage , but full breasts were not yet forthcoming. The nipples did increase in size as well as the aureoles. She had not desire to ejaculate as a result of the testosterone blockers, and her 'thingy' as she called it remained flaccid all of the time. Her own hair was growing out, and while not yet as long as the wigs, JoAnn brought her to the salon where her natural hair was lightened and a springy bob was cut. The wigs were put away. Cheryl still looked cute but intended to let her hair grow out past her shoulders. She loved her hair. And like most young girls was constantly playing with it. Even though it would be months before the final papers for adoption were approved, they began to talk to each other as mother and child. Cheryl now called her 'mother' instead of auntie, and JoAnn began to develop maternal feelings towards this child. They began to spend most of their free time together. They talked and gossiped about girl things, and without any shame Cheryl talked about wanting to fall in love with a boy and get married someday. They held hands when they walked together and bonded. Because Cheryl looked no more than nineteen most of her friends were that age and Cheryl took on the role of a nineteen year old. It was the greatest time of her life. There were girl friends that one could talk to about the most intimate things, there was giggling, and laughing. There was the thrill of being checked out by the boys. Cheryl liked that. She liked it a lot. JoAnn had a standing appointment for a weekly manicure, pedicure and comb-out at the salon, and she brought Cheryl with her to have the same done. Cheryl was taught and knew how to give herself a manicure, but it is so fun to have it done professionally. One can gossip with the other women and experience the luxury of it. Cheryl made many friends with the other salesgirls, and she was popular. She began to read books by Danielle Steele as well as other women's romance novels, and soon found herself sympathizing with the heroine's role. In her fantasies she took on the woman's role when the sex scenes developed in the books. She found herself thinking about boys...and dates. Sometimes she went to clubs with the other girls where she was asked to dance. She did, hesitantly at first, but soon found she liked dancing with a boy. When she began to date, her new mother handed her a package which contained three pairs of specially made panties. They were made of a skin-like material, although they were porous so that the skin can breathe while wearing them. One threaded the penis into a shaft built into the panties, and two special clips held the testicles into the body where one would push them. But the front of the panties resembled a vagina, and there was even an opening where a man could insert his penis while making sex. With Cheryl's penis brought back between the legs there was an opening in the end allowing one to urinate while sitting down. If it was dark, and especially if the man had a couple of drinks, he would have intercourse with the wearer and would never know that he had not been with a real female. "They are terribly expensive," JoAnn said, so take care of them Wear them when you are going out with the girls or if you are with a date. By this time Cheryl was into boys as a girl her age should. She no longer felt strange with her focus on boys. Calling JoAnn, 'mother' and acting like her daughter, soon became second nature. After a few weeks it seemed that JoAnn has been 'mother' all of her life. As the seasons changed, Cheryl was into the new fashions. She was able to wear her new bikini swim suits as long as she wore the special panties her mother purchased for her. And she was having a wonderful time. She loved the summer fashions. She was now confident in her looks. Like the other girls, she wore jeans a lot. Sometimes cut-offs as well. She was the prettiest and the most popular of her friends due to her looks and vivacious personality. By the sixth month, she had developed a nice, rounded butt, which pleased her/ She lost a lot of weight due to the combination of hormones and careful dieting,and she looked like a lovely slim girl, wearing a size 10. Her waist came down another two inches and her breasts were not only sensitive but about an 'A' cup in size. The doctor thought that that would be as far as they would go without getting implant surgery. At about the same time the application for adoption was approved, and Cheryl officially became the adopted daughter of her former wife. An announcement was made at the store, and everyone of her friends gathered around to congratulate her. Both parents were notified and by now were acclimated to its acceptance. Cheryl's parents especially, still felt that she was still their own daughter regardless what the legal document said. They long ago stopped thinking of her as anything but her daughter. They were please to find that Cheryl took much greater pains to remain in contact with her parents than the son they had before. She was kinder, sweeter, and more considerate and they liked that. The surgery to remove the testicles went well. The scrotum healed quickly but the breast implantation surgery took almost three months before the soreness completely went away. But she was thrilled with the results of her breasts. It took some extra effort, but at her request the surgeon made sure not to cut the lactate ducts, so that at some time in the future , if it was to be, she would be able to nurse. In the past the Adam's apple would be removed by making an incision in the neck. But with the advent of micro-surgery it can now be done from inside the mouth, and that was removed at the same time. It wasn't that Cheryl had a prominent Adam's apple, you could not tell, but any medical professional, even a dentist would notice it as soon as the mouth would be inspected. Cheryl absolutely loved her new breasts. They were not humongous but perky. They fit her body. She touched herself often when she was alone. They were sensitive to the touch, and gave a sensation of pleasure that she never had as a male. She loved the way they looked when she wore tight dresses. And she loved to push her chest out, spine straight, head erect. And loved the attention she got. Cheryl no longer had to take the anti-testosterone shots, and found that tucking her 'thingie' underneath was now easier without the testicles getting in the way. Cheryl was a good girl. Many of her teen-age friends were into wild stuff. Smoking, alcohol, drugs, tattoos and indiscriminate sex. Also many exhibited what Cheryl thought was un-ladylike behavior. She began to cultivate her friends and those that were not up to her standards she dropped. Cheryl didn't think of herself as a 'goody-goody' but she had a high standard of morals that she was determined to keep to. This pleased her mother greatly. Mother didn't want to do it, but at the insistence of her store manager promoted Cheryl to manager of the lingerie department. By this time she had a large following of loyal customers. As a manager she no longer would qualify for commissions on sales, but as the daughter of the owner she need not worry on that account. Whenever Cheryl would personally make a sale to her regular customers she made sure to put one of the salesgirl's name on the sales slip, thus entitling them to credit for the sale. This endeared Cheryl to them, and any animosity to her promotion was soon gone. Cheryl really was a nice, sweet and thoughtful girl. Cheryl began dating a lot, and her mother worried about it all of the time. She would have that worry until the final surgery. Getting found out, could mean getting beat up by an angry date, or even worse. JoAnn as mother was always cautioning Cheryl to be careful in that regard. It soon came to pass that there was one boy who was more to her than the others. He dated often. They went to movies, had hamburgers and malts at McDonald's, or just went for walks holding hands. They kissed and petted, and Cheryl soon found that inside of her was stirring strong emotions for this boy. She knew that she could not give in to him 'all the way' at this time but she wanted to do more for him than she was now doing. And of course it came to pass, that one night they are parked late at night, in a remote and dasrk area, Cheryl, after getting hot and bothered from being kissed and fondled, unzipped his fly, pulled out his rapidly hardening penis, and went down on him. She knew what to do, and he soon bucked and spurted. Cheryl caught as much as she could in her mouth, but she couldn't swallow it fast enough and a lot spilled on his trousers and the front of her dress. This was the first time she had semen in her mouth. She loved this boy so much, that she wanted to taste him. "Whew," he exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting that." "Didn't you like it?" "Oh, yeah. It's just that it came as a surprise." "Well, I told you that I would not have real sex until my marriage night, but I wanted to do something special for you." "You did that, for sure." He zipped himself up, took out his handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to Cheryl who used it to wipe the stuff off of her dress front. She handed him the kerchief and he did the same to his trousers. Both would have to be sent to the cleaners in the morning. Cheryl was now really 25 years of age, having had a birthday in the meantime, but her new adopted mother worried about her when she was out on a date. Even when she was with what seemed to be a really nice boy. So,when Cheryl was out on a date, she always stayed downstairs, falling asleep on the sofa but awakening when she heard the key in the front door lock. Even before Cheryl entered the room, JoAnn smelled it. The special, slightly acrid odor of cum. A panic struck JoAnn with the worry that her daughter was found out and harmed. But when she saw Cheryl's face when she entered the house, she knew that for tonight at least, she was safe. She had Cheryl go upstairs to shower and change to a nightie, and as the time was late, JoAnn came in to tuck her daughter into bed for the night, kissed her, and whispered that they would talk in the morning. And so the months went by. When Cheryl received the drivers license in her new name and photo, they transferred Paul's Prius which was parked in the garage to Cheryl. This freed JoAnn from having to take and return Cheryl from work, or anyplace else for that matter. As owner of the store JoAnn's hours varied and she had many meetings that took place in the early evenings. No longer having to drive Cheryl back and forth allowed her to return to her regular work requirements. It also gave Cheryl freedom. She no longer was dependent upon being driven here and there. When on a date she preferred that the boy do the driving, but otherwise she took the Prius...which by the way was the perfect car for a young girl. And so another six months flew by. The requirement of living as a girl had been met and having the surgery was now available. JoAnn and Cheryl met with the surgeon to discuss the procedure and set a date. The doctor did not sugar coat what would be happening during and after the surgery. He told them that there would be a lot of pain the first seven to ten days after the surgery, but it would be dampened with narcotics. For at least three and possibly up to six months, depending upon the patient, sexual intercourse would not be allowed to allow the tissues to heal and the skin to bond within her. He explained how the skin from the penis is turned inside out and placed inside her to form a vagina. That parts of the scrotum will be used to make the vulva. That for the rest of her life, every day she would have to use a plastic dildo that she would be given, for at least fifteen minutes to prevent the opening from closing. That in at least fifty percent of the cases, there was no or little sexual feeling while having intercourse. And finally, in his experience, he found that the majority of transsexuals who have the procedure get involved in a lesbian relationship. Many times with their former wives. That any hair that is growing on the penis and scrotum must be removed by electrolysis before the surgery. Hair must not be allowed to grow inside the vagina. This requirement came as a surprised to both mother and daughter. Cheryl listened, and when the doctor was finished with his lecture, she said. "Look at me doctor. What do you see? Do you see a man or do you see a girl? I can tell you that I am dating, dating a lot. Right now I am not that serious with any one boy, but I hope to fall in love and marry a man someday. I know that I won't menstruate, and that I cannot get pregnant, but in all other respects I am a woman. Whatever it takes, I must rid myself of that thing between my legs, and have a vagina. If I have to push a piece of plastic in it to keep it healthy, then, that is what I will do." In his years of doing this type of surgery, he had never met a young one so forceful. She knows what she wants and knows what she is getting into. And he approved the surgery and would wait to be called when the electrolyses was completed. It took an additional two weeks to complete the task and the doctor was called to make an appointment for the procedure. Male to female surgery takes a long time. And the time is even longer when one is in the waiting room during the surgery. JoAnn read all of the magazines there, none of which were less than three years old. She went to the hospital cafeteria and had a lousy lunch. She went outside and took a walk around the block several times. And when she got back to the waiting room, still no news. This experience made JoAnn realize how much she has come to love this girl. She wasn't sure if her feelings were maternal, but it was probably as close as one could get without having given birth to her. After what seemed like an eternity, the surgeon came into the room, and said the over-used and trite phrase, "It's a girl!" Impulsively, JoAnn rushed into the surgeon's arms thanked him, and began to sob. It wasn't tears of sorrow, but just a release of the tension she had endured. Cheryl would be in the recovery room for another four hours, after which JoAnn would be able to visit her. So she left the hospital and went to find a restaurant. JoAnn wasn't a big drinker, hardly ever touched alcohol, but today she needed a drink before dinner. While she was enjoying her cocktail, she whipped out her IPhone and texted both sets of parents that the surgery was done, it was successful, and they now had a grand-daughter. She knew that phrase would not set well with Cheryl's parents, who still considered her their child regardless of what the law says, but it was the truth, legally at least. They will have to get over it. JoAnn now realized that this vivacious teen-ager was her daughter and she was so pleased about that. What could be more bizarre than your husband becoming your daughter? Or your son becoming (legally at least) your grand-daughter? I wish I could tell you what happened after that. I don't know if Cheryl ever finds the right boy. And if she did, would she tell him her secret? And would it matter to