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A Life Accidentally Planned Chapter six Two to Tango Momma and I went home with our packages and put everything away. I wanted to ask what it was she was going to tell me, but didn't ask. They said I'd be told when the time was right and I trusted them. The weekend was uneventful until Sunday night. Momma came into my room about bed time and sat on the bed. I was under the covers. She swept unkempt hair from my face and smiled. "Tomorrow you are going to school. It won't be for long, but you need to go." She went to the closet and brought out a plaid skirt, white button up blouse and a blazer. These she laid on the stool at the dressing table. From the dresser she gathered a plain white bra and panties and a pair of tights. "When I wake you, put those on. Do you understand Cindy?" "Yes momma. I will." She came over and gave me a good night kiss on the forehead, turned to the door, shut off the light and closed the door. In the dark I had questions, but did not ask them. The morning went as usual. Daddy went to work and then a station wagon pulled into the driveway. "Your ride to school is here Cindy." Momma handed me a small black shoulder portfolio case and gave me a kiss. "Have a good day and do as you're told dear." "I will momma." It was with trepidation that I walked to the car, but I went. As I approached I noticed another girl in the back seat. The women in the driver's seat nodded to the back and I opened the door and got in. Nothing was said as we drove. We drove up the hill down the street from the house, past the park at the top of the hill and about a mile beyond. An isolated farm house came into view and we turned into the drive. I knew the place from hikes as a child. It was a place kids were told to stay away from. We had all thought it was haunted or the home of witches. A slight chill went up my spine. The other girl and I stepped out and I followed her to the front door. The driver followed. When we entered my companions turned right into a front room and I was left in the entry hall. I woman about my size came from the back and walked up to me. "Ah, who do we have here?" "I'm Cindy Marin. My mother said I am supposed to go to school." I was looking at the woman's feet. "Very good Miss Marin. Come with me and we'll get started." We walked into a small room part way down the main hallway. It seemed to be an office. The woman sat down behind a desk and motioned to a chair in front of the desk. I straightened my skirt and sat down trying to see what was on the desk. "Are you comfortable?" "Yes mam." "Good. My name is Miss Dunstan. I am the head mistress here. Because of the special nature of your situation, I will also be your head teacher. I understand that your mother has given you many lessons already, so you're on an accelerated path. Are you ready to work Miss Marin?" "Yes mam. I am." "This is a special school. The other five girls are just like you. They are not as far along, and from what you mother tells me, they are not as ready as you. Now, there are punishments for failure to follow directions. All we ask is that you try and that you learn. If you do that all will be fine, if not, we have our ways of motivating young ladies." At that moment I heard the unmistakable sound of flesh contacting flesh with force and a loud "Ouch." I resolved to avoid whatever it was I heard. The first day was one of getting acclimated and demonstrating what skills I had. Most of the next days were work on gestures. How to hold my hands, fingers more straight and less curled, slower more sweeping arm movements, how to look at people and most of all, how to do things with longer nails. We also spent a good deal of time perfecting household activities. I learned how to set a table for multi-course meals. My favorite was proper public etiquette. It took a day or two to get used to how a lady should act around men. How to phrase your opinions so as not to sound overbearing. How to speak knowingly, to them, even correct them, and still leave the male ego intact. The time at school went by without incident for me. I even had chances to show off my kitchen skills doing lunch a few times. I spent most of the time studying my classmates. They were girls like me, but different. Janice acted like the drag queens I had seen at the club. Her lisp and limp wristed actions brought the attention of all of the teachers. Carol couldn't control her hard-ons. Debi, a teenager, fought every lesson. I don't think she wanted to be there, but Miss Dunstan told me that her mother was trying petticoating to control her unruly son. Mary was the youngest and aside from me, the most comfortable. It seemed the she was a natural girl. She was just still a bit of a mischievous tomboy. I sort of saw her as a younger sister. I still kind of miss her from time to time. I had become used to getting up, dressing in my uniform and riding to school every morning, but my time in school was up. I was taken aside by Miss Dunstan on my last day and told that I was her all-time best student. "If I didn't know better, I would swear you were born a girl. I guess maybe in a way you were." I took that as a true compliment. She smiled, kissed me good bye and wiped a small tear from her eye with a lace handkerchief and watched as momma drove me off one last time. Angela came to visit every weekend, though accept for the first time, it was always as Andy. He filled me in on things at home. How the house was doing, how the clubs were doing. I would make suggestions once in a while. Only on the first visit was the incident at Johnnie's mentioned. It was the last time I was told that we had to "keep up appearances and make a good show of Andy and Cindy to throw off the people trying to find me. After that Andy always came up. We would go out to movies, or to the A&W. It was nice. We'd walk hand in hand, even kiss from time to time. We acted every bit the dating couple. In places we visited regularly people took it for granted that we were a couple. My mental fog was lifting and I screwed up the courage once to ask about the incident back home. Andy kissed me and told me things were going fine, "just as planned," and I wasn't to worry. I didn't. I was safe and went on to enjoy myself. What I noticed most during that time was that I now filled out my bras and panties. My chest wasn't getting bigger any more, but I knew the women in my family were very small chested and chalked up my stopping at a B cup to genetics. I will admit to some disappointment. When I mentioned it to momma she just grinned and called it "breast envy," assuring me that that was normal for girls. One day momma was active all day. She had cleaned the house and then packed two overnight cases. Then we went to stores and stocked up on dad's favorite foods. It was a strange day for another reason. I wasn't allowed to eat anything that day and didn't get any dinner either. That night momma came into my room as I was changing for bed. She took my hand at the dressing table and led me to the end of the bed. Then she brought over the stool to a position in front of me and sat, taking my hands. I know something serious was about to happen. "Cindy, I hope you notice that you aren't as foggy recently as you have been over the past months or so." "Yes momma. Why?" "You need to know some things. First though, are you happy?' "Yes, I feel safe, but I wonder when I can go back home, when I don't have to hide anymore." "Well that will be taken care of soon." She shook my hands lightly and looking at me I knew she had something to say, but was having trouble saying it. "Momma, what is it?" A tear came to her eye. "Do you think of me as your momma? Even now?" "Yes momma, why." "I guess there is no hiding that you are becoming a girl. There is no hiding the changes." "Well yes, it's confusing, I shouldn't like it, but.." "But you like it Cindy?" "I really think so, but I don't know why. When I was younger I thought this was wrong, a boy dressing and acting like a girl." "And now?" I looked down and thought. "I have to tell you something. For a long time, since you moved into the house, you have been slipped hormones and a psychotropic drug, scopolo something. Lots of hormones, but only a small amount of the other. That made your inhibitions drop and made you somewhat suggestible. It was not meant to hurt you or make you do things you didn't really want to do, just what you might not do without help. I know it's confusing. I assure you that there is no drug now. There hasn't been for about two weeks. We had to stop, but more about that later." She looked hard at me. "Your friends told me about the acts you did with Andy. They saw that you really liked to do that, but it wasn't for sex like some flaming crossdresser or even to show off like a drag queen. You were comfortable and 'natural.' Then there was the night at the dance club. Bruce said he wouldn't have been able to tell you from the gender girls unless he knew you or looked real hard. Andy confirmed the story. Then there were the other times you became Cindy. Even Randy says that it is more like Cindy gets dressed as a boy, not the other way around." She looked at like she wanted confirmation. I was too stunned to talk. "Then the doctor confirmed that you sort of felt the same way." I looked at myself really for the first time. I mean really looked. I saw the breasts and the hips. I looked across the room and saw a young lady looking back. I looked back at Momma. "Anyway, you have been such a natural, but you wouldn't do anything about it. You're background said Cindy was a bad thing, she was wrong. You knew Cindy was right, as things should be. Now Cindy, you were confused weren't you? "Yes, I guess I was. I liked being Cindy. I liked it but I'm a male." "Really? Was the brain male? The body was. That's the problem. You thought the birth body should be the dictator, not the mind. You knew they had to match, but had the direction backwards. Now you are arriving at a place where you are at peace with yourself. Do you see a male in the mirror?" "No, but.." "No buts. Do you like what you see? Are you comfortable with what you see? Does it feel right?" I started to tear up now. "I do like it and it does feel good and right. No, it feels perfect, but I don't know why. Right now I feel a bit scared." "And when you are with Andy how do you feel?" "Andy or Angela?" "Both." "Well really they are the same. Andy and Angela are the same. I feel more comfortable with Andy. We seem to really get along and I like the way I feel and am treated." "Well you and Cindy are the same person too. You don't change who you are when you put on different clothes. You may change the way you try to act, but not really change. You think you do, but not really. You just need to understand that as Cindy you are real, the other is the act. The boy clothes may have fit the body, but even with boy parts, that was the act. Cindy, the girl was and is real. How does she feel with Andy?" "I feel safe with Andy. I fell wanted. But I still feel a bit scared now." "Don't be scared. Answer me this, who are you?" I looked at her. I looked at me. I looked around the room at my things and at my reflection. I was really crying by the time I answered. "Cindy Marin. I'm Cindy Marin." I looked down. Handing me a tissue, "There is nothing to be ashamed of Cindy, so hold your head up. Yes you are Cindy. You have been for some time, but you had to grow into the revelation. You had to grow up as Cindy to realize it." "That's why all of this? But what about the murder?" "No one was hurt. We knew you wouldn't come and do this without questions and resistance even on a drug and we wanted you to want to start the process. Too much drug would remove you from the process and with only a little you would fight the idea. It was all staged to get you to start and accept the first stages. I'm sorry. There's more though." She took my hands again. "Right now Cindy is my daughter. That was made legal with some of the papers you signed the first night. Not too long ago my sister, her husband and their daughter were killed in a car accident north of Quebec. I thought it was unlucky at the time, but the paperwork was all messed up somewhere between the small town police office writing everything in French, and here. Their daughter was never mentioned in the US report. Her name was Cindy, Cindy Marin. So everything is proper; your ID, Social Security, the adoption, name, everything including a birth certificate. Things came together and we sort of accidentally planned it all around that. We didn't do this for our benefit, but for you. Cindy, you wanted this, but wouldn't do it. I hope, no I know I'm right." She was obviously stressed. "I didn't want to cause you pain or concern, but only wanted to end the play acting that seemed to be causing you confusion. Cindy, it wasn't being a girl that was confusing, it was not being a girl. If I'm wrong I'm so sorry." There was a silence, a tense silence. "Please say something." I leaned over and put my arms around her neck. I was tearing up, but it was a sense of relief, of finally understanding and the peace of accepting a denied truth. I turned toward her ear and whispered, "What's next?" "She shuddered with slight cry, then pulled back and held both sides of my head, staring into my eyes with an inquiring look, "Next?" "What's next for Cindy?" I was never hugged that hard by my birth mother. We cried together for a moment or two and then both dug into a box of tissues and tried to collect ourselves. Momma took a deep breath. "If you want, Cindy becomes complete over the next year, starting tomorrow." "What? How?" "We can go to a clinic Dr. Franks has on the river. She has a private cosmetic surgery clinic there. She will do some surgeries to enhance some features and remove some others. In six months she will finish. I do have what may be some bad news. We used your strong box stash. There will be a thousand or so left, but most is gone. Andy has filled in for you to make sure there is some left and the bills at the house are paid. " I thought about the money and how could I do my job, but nothing could dampen the excitement. Then as I refocused on tomorrow a thought came to me, "So that's why no food, but why so long?" Momma was still wiping tears, but she chuckled, "Impatient now are we? She can construct a vagina for you, but it has to heal before she can create a hood for your clitoris. Then that surgery has to heal too. All this is only if you are alright with the idea. Now, there are risks. You have to understand that it is surgery, but she has done this before. You won't be able to walk for a while or talk for almost two months while your voice heals. You will be in her clinic for about a week and then we will bring you home. Then there is a period of getting used to the new you. In your case, that will probably be easier than for most people. I mean you've been Cindy for quite a while now. All we're doing is tweeks. Most of those who know you already know Cindy. " I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Have you already packed?" "Yes, but now you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day." Sleep was hard to come by. It's not every day one buries the past and takes on a new future. My before was no longer. Cindy was really no longer a third person persona. Momma was right, she never really had been and now I was really, really comfortable with that thought. The boy part of me was the act not Cindy. All those thoughts kept me awake for a bit, but relief and exhaustion caught with me and curled up in my nightgown, under my fluffy pink down comforter, I dozed off. At breakfast I sat while the others ate. Andy showed up and announced that he wanted to go along. I looked at momma with pleading eyes and she said yes. I felt more at ease as he took my hand under the table and gave a little squeeze. We drove out of town north on the highway and came to an exit for the islands on the river. Ah, I remembered the days vacationing in this little town full of bric-a-brac houses facing the river. At the end of the main street we entered "Dr. Frank's Cosmetic Surgery." The Elsie met us in the reception area. "I am so glad to see you." She gave me a big hug. "Are you ready? Did Mom explain everything?" "Yes and yes." I took a deep breath and nodded. "Well then, we're all set. Take a few minutes to say good-bye to everyone. You will be out of it for a while and not able to talk even longer. When you are ready, go into the first room on your right down the hall and change into the gown on the gurney. We'll take over from there." She strode off down the hall. I turned to everyone. I hugged momma and daddy. Then I turned to Angela, well Andy today. "I'll see you soon. I wish you could have a change operation too, but we'll be ok right?" "You take care of yourself Cindy. I'll see you from time to time and yes, we'll be just fine." A kiss on the forehead I was off to change. Once on the gurney, someone I didn't know came in and took blood pressure, pulse and temp. Then the doctor came back and they stuck needles in my arms, attached them to tubes running to bags hung on the sides and I was out. The sun must have been up when I came too, as the light was bright across the room. I was way too groggy and sore to notice. Before I could do anything a hand was lightly on my shoulder. "Just relax and try not to move around too much and don't talk. That's the most important, don't try to say anything. Your voice and throat need time to heal." Then the pain hit. It was dull, like my ability to think, but it was there. I was sore everywhere but my feet. The feeling between my legs was accentuated by a feeling I couldn't put my finger on. Well, I didn't really want to put my finger on anything. My ribs were sore, my chest hurt and my face felt strange everywhere. I could see the edge of bandages on my face as they framed my eyes. Even my eyes felt different. I looked out as my focus returned and saw Elsie. "If you understand me, just blink. Ok Cindy?" I blinked. "Ok, first, if the pain gets to be too much push on this button." She placed something in my hand. "Someone will come to help. We can't give you much since we can't risk you getting too nauseous. Now let me explain what went on over the last couple of days. You awake enough to listen?" I blinked. "Well Cindy, we changed your forehead a bit and that helped your hairline too. Your eyes and brows will be a tad different; you have cheek implant and a different jaw and chin line and new lips. I pulled you ears in a bit and as a bonus, pierced them. Mom gave you some nice studs. We did implants to give you a C-cup chest and removed a lower rib so your waist will be more pronounced. Your hips now are wider and your butt larger and rounder. Most important, you now have a vagina. What you feel there is the first of the appliances to keep it from closing as it heals. We need use several of these at first to keep it dilated until it does it on its own. " "That sounds like a lot, but we also did throat work. We shaved your trachea, shortened the throat's sound box but most importantly, we shortened your vocal chords. Your voice will be higher in pitch naturally so you won't have to think about it and we've arranged a therapist to help after you can talk again. The down side is you have to be soundless for at least six weeks. Can you do that?" I blinked. The two week mark was tough. I saw my face for the first time. It was still somewhat swollen. It looked like I had gone several rounds with Joe Fraser. Momma had removed the mirrors from the room so this was my first look. The pain everywhere had subsided and most of the bandages were gone. A wider longer appliance had been inserted into my vagina. What was most uncomfortable was a lust for solid foods. Milk shakes were ok, but I wanted to chew. I just had to wait. A couple of weeks later, I was walking, though I was still getting used to my new stride. With wider hips I actually had a bit of a wiggle and my butt kind of bounced. There was also something missing. Nothing hung between my legs. As I practiced walking with my thighs close together, nothing got in the way anymore. I was far more natural now than in school. As the swelling in my chest lessened I also was getting used to the movement of my breasts as I walked, bent over, laid on my side, well, did almost anything. When I mentioned it in a note to momma, "they do tend to define the girl. You'll get used to it and pay it no never mind." She was right as usual. It wasn't long after that I was allowed to begin speaking again and the therapist and I went to work. My having had voice lessons before helped. I had lost the lower end of my range and without any effort my voice was in the higher register. We worked mostly on being more breathy and pacing. I had stopped using invectives during my school days. It was not lady like. I was just glad to be able to talk at all again. Communication had been really tough, having to motion or write everything. My face wasn.t swollen anymore. I had lost about half to three quarters of an inch of forehead to a lower hair line. It looked softer and smoother too. My brows were arched and there wasn't a ridge anymore; eyes were more almond shaped and I swear they were more open naturally. I loved the round high cheeks, softer jaw line and smaller, rounder chin. Those made the lips look all the fuller and rounder. Then I noticed my old long angular, almost hooked nose was gone, replaced by a smaller nose with a slight upturn. My god it was cute, hell I was cute. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous or Disney princess cute, but by no means was I plain either. Elsie was an artist. Nothing was over the top, nor was any detail missed. Best of all my mind recognized this reflection was Cindy, like it had always been meant to be. I had lost a great deal of weight, like thirty pounds and the surgeries and hormones, lots less testosterone production now, had redistributed the remainder. I stood in front of a mirror and noticed a thinner waist. I had lost almost three inches, wider bottom, gained about four inches total, and thinner, less muscular legs. I had lost muscle tone in my arms as well and they led down to long thin fingers with long nails. Momma had helped keep them up along with doing my toe nails during the ordeal. I was every bit a pretty twenty year old girl. If I never told anyone differently, no one would ever guess. Angela, as Andy, came to visit every weekend. I was embarrassed at first, but there were reassuring words and I appreciated the company. Our outings were short, but very important. I found myself clutching on his arm with both hands as we walked in the square. We ran into Mary once and I introduced Andy. "You are a lucky young man, sir. She is not only beautiful, but one of the nicest young ladies I have met. You be sure to take special care of this one." Andy tapped my hand on his bicep and smiling at me said, "Oh I will mam, I will most certainly." I smiled back and wondered what he meant. I thought he was just being polite. I had been relieved of all of my sutures and appliances for quite a while and was two weeks into voice retraining. My therapist told me that I really didn't need her anymore and for me this was like true graduation. I was on my own now. Cindy was really here and with no more crutches. I did find out that I had at least one more lesson. One night while dad was off on a business trip, momma came into my room just after my light had gone off. She came in and closed the door. In the dim moonlight she moved toward my bed. She was in a slinky floor length gown. The shiny black gown was topped by lace that caressed her breasts, but barely hid them. Her hair was down. I thought I'd never seen so beautiful a woman. She came over to the right side of the bed and placing something on the night stand, sat down next to my pillowed head. She stroked my hair and whispered, "Cindy, darling, are you awake?" "Yes, is everything alright?" "Oh yes." I was going to speak, but she gently place two fingers on my lips to quiet me. I kissed them and took her hand in mine. "There comes a time when every mother has to show and tell her daughter sever important things. Now is our time. I don't have to tell you to avoid pregnancies, but the rest is just as important. Sex for girls is so different than for boys. It isn't just the babies' part, but the act as well." Her arm was now behind my head and her hand began to gently knead my right breast. I shuddered. I turned to look at her and noticed that she had let the straps of her gown fall from her shoulders. Her breasts were bear and right in front of my face. She brought my head to rest on her bare bosom. She gently kissed my head and whispered a long, "ssssshhhh, just relax and let momma show you. Sssshhhh my baby, relax and follow my lead." She bent over and began to suck on my nipples. The feeling was like, well, like I can't explain. My whole body responded. Even my toes wanted to curl. My breathing changed, I shuddered from time to time and my brain was awash. Then she took my right hand guided it down to the area between my legs. Then she left it there as she went down my right thigh and back up the left with her hand. My legs were still together in a curl, one on top of the other, but she slipped her hand in between them, up one and down the other always stopping short of my new vagina. It was having an effect there even though it wasn't touched. I could feel myself getting wet. "Elsie's very good." I heard in a low whisper. Momma began to kiss my lips. It was then I noticed a different feeling. I had kissed before and been kissed, but my fuller lips made it different. Her tongue licked them outline and I responded by opening them and allowing her to push her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues did a dance in my mouth that spoke not of lust, but of a yearning and a love. She slid her hand up to where she had left mine and led back down to my thighs. She left it again to rest on my newly grown hair. Then with her hand over mine she slipped us both to my new labia and my legs parted as if they had a will of their own. Her middle finger pressed on top of mine and she began a slow back and forth motion with our hands that made my finger rub my clitoris as the rest of the hand massaged my mound. I felt a gentle roll. As momma withdrew her tongue she reached for what she had left on the table. I was becoming more and more lost in these new feelings. She was right, sex was different. I pressed my finger to explore inside. "No, no, not just yet. She took over again directing my hands, one on my breasts and one on the crotch. Things felt great and then all built. My body arched and shook. I tightened on my tit, I squeezed my whole crotch and wiggled my finger over my clit.....and came, really came, orgasmed as I had never done before. I slacked back into momma's lap and breathed deep. After several breaths, "That's my girl. She brushed the hair from my sweaty face. There my love. I told you it was different for a girl. We will leave penetration to you first boy. It only makes it better." "Better?" We shared a glance and a smile looking into each other's eyes. "Now, you must also understand that a woman has an obligation to her man. You know nothing can come close to the feelings of a woman, but we need to try and get them close. I want to show you one of the best ways to do that. Do you trust me?" "Yes momma." I was still flushed from my orgasm. "Slip off the bed and face me on your knees." I did. Momma turned toward me and sat with her legs apart in front of me. She then slid the item from the table to the side of the bed. I momentarily must have shied. It was at least nine inches long and resembled the part of me no longer between my legs. I looked up and concern or consternation must have been written on my face. "Don't be afraid. Look at it. Touch it with your fingers." I reached out with one hand. I lightly went from tip to base. It was strange. I had touched mine, even masturbated, but this was backwards. "Reach up and kiss the end." It took an act of courage, but I inched closer to the bed and rose on my knees and holding the phallus with one hand, closed my eyes and kissed the end. "Good, now keep it up. Kiss the shaft. Lift your other hand and gently caress the balls." I was balancing on my knees moving to kiss the shaft on all sides and rub the sac. I started to lick the thing. When I returned to the tip, there was a strange taste. A salty viscous liquid had come for the hole on the tip. "Lick it, it's like a man's pre-cum. Lick it and bring you lips open to the tip." I did and as I did momma pushed the penis toward me. The head entered my mouth and then withdrew. My mouth was still open and momma placed her hand behind my head and gently pulled toward her at the same time she moved the phallus toward me again. This time head and half of the shaft went into my mouth. She continued with this motion for three or four repetitions until she dropped her hand from my head. I went on rocking back and forth on my own. Very quietly she gave hints, "Change you head position, rotate it around the shaft. Now use your tongue. Run it up and down and around the shaft and use it to squeeze the head. Look up at me. That's right." I felt strange. I thought what I must look like. Here I was going up and down on this thing in front of momma. I didn't have long to contemplate. A sudden rush of warm, thick, salty fluid gushed into my throat. I thought I was going to choke. Momma had replaced her hand on my head so I couldn't withdraw. "Swallow, now relax and swallow." I tried and the urge to cough subsided. When she thought I was done, she took her hand away, "Now keep you lips tight on it and tongue firmly but gently on the bottom vein," and just as the head cleared my lips there was one last spurt that hit my face. "I couldn't resist. That happened to me the first time, cum all over my face in the back of a Chevy out by the fairgrounds." She handed me a tissue. I sank back to sit back on my heals. Momma reached out and caressed my head, then my cheek with the back of her hand. "I think it's best to demonstrate rather than just talk." She took a towel she must have brought with her and wrapped the dildo and its now evident bulb in it. She took my finger tips and raised me up in front of her. "My daughter is one step closer to being a whole woman. The rest is up to a partner. Someday you'll know what I mean."