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A Change of Life, Part 13, by LaShaunda The fact that I had been arrested and booked at the Police Station, thanks to my dubious "dual identity," had been a most unfortunate understanding. That was all. Fortunately, James was able to come over and smooth things out, which meant I didn't get slapped against the wall like many of the other tranny hookers or petty identity thiefs that cops (such as my father) routinely incarcerated in this city. Thanks to James, I had been extremely lucky. I was also grateful that James had apparently been able to protect my sons/daughters, who were both off at camp. According to my girls' facebook posts, nothing had been said one way or the other, and they were still happy, chirpy, and cheerful at camp (with their new summer crushes, of course.) So apparently James had been able to pull some strings and have "Ryan and Tommy" grunting it out at football camp when my father called up to check on them. Despite James's efforts, my arrest had had unintended consequences that even he could not totally smooth over. In the first place, I was very worried that my revelation to some cops that I was really a white man disguised as a black female would get back to the high-ups in James's firm. This knowledge, of course, would sabotage his efforts to become partner and totally destroy his reputation, which I did NOT want to happen. He would become a persona-non-gratia if word got out what exactly he was doing with this white-male tranny whom he was passing off as a black woman. I cared about James so much and I wished him so much success. Also, I feared, deep down, that if James was ostracized and no longer had a social-ladder to climb, and he no longer needed me for "appearances,".... than he could just discard me and my daughters, poor and penniless on the street, as three destitute black women whom were no longer needed. However, the consequences of my unintended "coming out" were much more immediate for me. In the first place, I am sure my mother knew about the "new form" her son had taken. Even if my father hadn't told her, about 14 or 15 other cops who were friends of our family had all seen me dolled up at the station like a black tranny hooker.... They had been completely privy to my cavity search and seeing me acting all "feminine," and escorted out in the arms of James, as we were an "item." Honestly, it was the most humiliating situation one could possibly dream up for a red- blooded white male to endure. It would have been totally untolerable, if I had not been embracing my "LaShaunda" persona this summer. The humiliation that "Dave Miller" had endured, however, had big consequences for him. I checked my old "male" Facebook page to see it absolutely blown up with posts from all sorts of people in my life... people I hadn't seen in years. Word of my "crossdressing" had spread very rapidly... "Hey buddy, I heard you got a nice pair of tits now," was just one of the least unflattering "wall posts," I had. It seemed that news spread rather like lighting, and everyone from my co-workers to my old classmates knew what sort of kinky shit Dave Miller was into. It seemed that my reputation was absolutely ruined, as a man. Fortunately, LaShaunda was still a new individual, with a rather clean reputation in her new community, and no "baggage," at all. Even if she did have problems, understanding people like James, LaKeesha, and Cha'relle could help her transition. On facebook, even an old girl I used to have a BIG crush on wrote, "OMG, I can't believe I actually once flirted with a tranny... YUCK!!!" Word had gotten far and wide. As there was no point trying to salvage this train-wreck, I just took my "Dave Miller" facebook page down. I then felt a bit better, but the humiliating posts and jibes at me were almost too much to endure. I cried just thinking about the things people who I once considered friends thought about me!! Also, the fact that "Dave Miller" had been so slighted now made things problematic for when my sons and I wished to return to our old lives. If I went back to being Dave Miller, it would obviously be impossible for me to get my old job back, and even relations with my parents could be "strained." It would obviously be difficult for me to do anything, anywhere, as ALL the people in my life seemed to think I was a closet black tranny!!! Long-story-short, it would be difficult to resume my old "normal life," at least without the constant stares from friends, neighbors, co-workers, etc. I was not even so much concerned about my reputation, but Ryan and Tommy would also be humiliated at school. Many of my dad's fellow officers also had kids who were classmates of Ryan and Tommy, and I could not even imagine the taunts that the boys might endure from kids who knew of the "extracurricular activities" of the Miller's father. I don't think ANYONE would be able to endure that kind of humiliation, or be able to stand four whole years in a building with teenagers who would be so merciless. I just was not sure if I, in good conscience, could send my boys back to that school, with kids who would constantly tease them for having a "tranny dad." Ryan and Tommy could never date, as no girl would want to touch them. When the revelations of their father came out, their social lives would basically be ruined. If we went back to being boys, I guessed we could have just moved to a whole new city and started a whole new life, where no one knew anything about us. We could have a "clean slate.".... Unfortunately, we really didn't have any money for this, and where could I get a job? "All of these were pressing questions that would have to be answered soon," I thought, as i pulled on my pantyhose. Summer was more than half over, and soon, I'd be picking my boys up from camp. Soon, James's firm would announce the new partner, and The Miller/Jackson family would have to decide where to go from here. The arrest had complicated things, as it had made returning to our old lives so much more problematic. I hadn't heard anything else from my father and mother in the past few days though. My father, apparently, was disgusted with me, and I can't say I blamed him. I had hoped maybe my mother would try and contact me, but I had heard nothing from her. Perhaps thy intended just to "disown" me and leave me at the mercies of James??? They would surely still be interested in having relationships with their grandsons though??? I imagined at some point, they would realize that their "masculine" grandsons had also been posing as black girls, but the fact that I was "LaShaunda" was enough for them to digest in one week. Anyway, enough for the contemplative thoughts... I put on my brown-sugar pantyhose, and over it, I wore a black and white "zebra" striped minidress. I wore this dress as it had an "African" theme, and seemed really appropriate for the first day of my "Black Studies" class. I was very excited actually to FINALLY learn a bit more about my new heritage. I felt like even though James had dolled my up with the superficial appearance of a black woman, I really had not whole-heartedly adopted or embraced my new culture. I was not even that good at talking in "ebonics," or "blackspeak," so to say. I was at the point where I really wanted to get a lot out of being "LaShaunda." The class was much fun, and we learned about many of the cultures and tribes of Africa, and especially things that would be considered "taboo" in Western Cultures. We saw, for instance, how some tribal women of Mauritania routinely fattened their daughters up to weigh over 350lbs before marriage, as it was a "status symbol" in those cultures to marry the fattest wife possible...... I shuddered at the thought of Ashanti and Tanisha being prepared like prized hogs, and force-fed endless dishes of honey, sorghum, and millet (in order to make them palatable to their future partners...) I was thankful that instead, we lived in the west, where they just had to be thin and hot (with big boobs), to get a guy interested in them. We studied some other things too that made me cringe, like nose- piercings, lip-stretching (where progressively bigger discs would be inserted in a lip piercing to "gage" the lips outward), and vaginal circumcision. We were told that even though these topics were disturbing, it was important to study these things as a part of the "reality" of third-world cultures, and what those people have to endure. I was very thankful then to live in the USA, and I was almost grateful that my ancestors had been fated with slavery, instead of abject poverty in an African swamp-country!! After the class I had mixed feelings. I was thankful that I at least lived with James, and I was in a country where I almost always knew where my next meal was coming from. --- I got home that night, and James said to me (as he untied his tie), "LaShaunda, I have BIG news... Tomorrow is the final board interview, where they will decide WHO will be made the next named partner of the firm. They have narrowed the final two candidates to Kendrick, and myself." "Oh James," I said, pressing myself to his side, "That is such great news honey. I really hope you get all that you have worked so hard for." "I know," said James, "This is what I have worked all my life for. The board will bombard each of us with questions for two hours, and then deliberate. Tomorrow night, I will know the decision." "Listen," I cooed, "Maybe there is something I can do for you to help you "relax" before your big interview." "Maybe, my dear," he said, "I think it might be best if I just get some sleep though...' "Ohh," I pouted, "Maybe just a little quicke to help take your mind off things?" (I unbuckled his trousers... GOD, I was turning into such a girl!!) "Its so late," said James, "And I have to be up at 6, so make it quick." (He turned the lights out.) As I began blowing him and going up and down his shaft, I thought of LaKeesha, and how she was sort of in the same boat I was!! Whether James got partner, or Kendrick got it, one of us was going to be disappointed!!! I wondered if Kendrick was using LaKeesha, in the same way James was using me? I was quite honestly so apprehensive of what the fates (of the Jackson women) would be after this summer. No matter what they were, I would just be happy to have my girls back next week, and then hopefully some real "mother-daughter" bonding time in August, before we had our braids cut off, we were un-tanned, and we were dumped back off to our old lives!!! (I wondered if the process of bringing back Dave Miller would be as intense as the process it took to create LaShaunda??) ----- James had already headed for his office by the time I woke up. This day was the one day I sat around quite anxiously, waiting to know if James had made partner or not. I had a feeling, deep down, that whatever happened today would be the linchpin that directly determined the remainder of my life. I sat around all day, anxiously, unable to even watch TV. Like the good wife, I waited anxiously for my husband to return, to tell me the news of what occured that day at the office. I did check Facebook, to see that my daughters both now had "regular boyfriends' for their last week of camp. I, however, was too filled with anxiety to really think much about the matter or read their other Facebook posts. Finally, around 7:30 PM, James crashed through the door... I sauntered up to my "boo".... "James, how did it go," I asked with anticpation? "LaShaunda," said James, "Why don't we go out to dinner tonight, and I can tell you all about today?" I went and changed into my purple sheath dress, with brown-sugar coffee pantyhose, and James went and changed into his formal dinner jacket. We went back out to James's favorite "Soul Food" restaurant. We confined our talk to "small talk" on the way out there. James said nothing substantial about the events of the day. We sat down and took our table, and ordered our appitizers... "So James," I said eagerly, "can you PLEASE tell me if you made partner or not. I have been DYING to know...." "Ok LaShaunda," said James, "yes, I will tell you know. I was named the 4th partner of Jackson, Jackson, and Howe this afternoon. It all went perfectly. The firm is now named "Jackson, Jackson, Howe, and Washington..." "Oh Darling," I gushed, "that is just the most amazing news. I am so happy for you." (I clapped my hands wildly like the mom from "The Nutty Professor," and I felt a bit like "Weezy" as I gushed over James's good fortune.) "This is what I have worked and waited for my whole lifetime," said James. "Nothing can ruin this night for me, and I am sharing it with the woman I love!!" "Can I ask how Kendrick took it, I mean, how he took not being named partner?" "Kendrick will be ok," said James, "He was disappointed, but one of the older Jacksons will retire next year, so he also has the inside track to being the next partner when that opening comes up." "Ok, good," I said, "it's just that I know you two are friends, and I didn't want this competition to come between you two." Just then, as we were eating, we looked up, and Kendrick and LaKeesha had come over to our table. Apparently, they had also chosen to dine out here, by coincidence tonight... (LaKeeha looked stunning, in a silver sequined-gown, and shimmery tan pantyhose.) LaKeesha hung off of her man's shoulders. Kendrick held out his hand for James, "Mr. Washington," he said, "I just wanted to congratulate you again on your promotion to partner. Even though we were both going for the same slot, just to let you know, no hard feelings, and I'm glad we are friends and good colleagues." "Thanks," replied James, "it was a great competition, and you were a very worthy opponent. Mrs. Howe and the rest of the board told me it was a very close decision." "LaShaunda, why don't we go freshen up a bit while our men here talk about business..." said LaKeesha. So we went off to the ladies' room to touch up our makeup. LaKeesha said to me, "LaShaunda, I heard this from a little bird, but I think that James has another big thing he wants to share with you tonight..." "What do you mean, a big thing?" "Oh, I think you will see." I primped up and went back to my table. I took a seat and sipped more of my wine. As I sat down, James suddenly began speaking... (LaKeesha and Kendrick were seated at nearby table, visible to ours.) "LaShaunda," said James, "this year, we have shared a time together that has been a once-in-a-lifetime experience for both of us. Making partner today has been the culmination of one of my two life dreams..... And the other...." James got up from his chair and got down to one knee, kneeling before me.... LaKeesha and Kendrick were watching eagerly from their table, waiting to see my response. The waiters and other patrons also turned around, to watch the proposal scene. "Oh James," I gushed. James produced a tiny box that contained an engagement ring with an absolutely MASSIVE stone. This diamond could have sunk the Titanic. "LaShaunda," said James, "every second I have spent with you is absolute heaven. You are absolutely the woman of my dreams... Even more so because I could create you in the exact image I desired.... Now I have to ask you, will you make me absolutely the happiest man in the world, and agree to be my wife?" My jaw dropped.... I had not expected something like this, so soon. I did not know what to say. James pulled the ring out of the box. He grabbed my finger, and slipped on the ring. "Oh James," I said, "I am absolutely flattered... but I don't think... I... can." (I was terrified to verbalize my true reasons for my refusal in front of the other patrons. They all watched eagerly, assuming I'd say yes, and then we'd all be happy and celebrate together.) As I muttered out that I didn't think I could marry James, I saw the smile on his face turn to a look of disappointment. He pulled the ring back... "You can't," asked James sorrowfully...? He did not seem indignant, but just disappointed. "I'm sorry James," I said, "I just don't think I can. Its too soon. And I have "other reasons," I can't really talk about in front of all these people...." "Oh," said James. He pulled back from me and got back up into his chair. LaKeesha and Kendrick were also disappointed (that I would apparently not be following their example (immediately) into wedded bliss with James. (Perhaps they had hoped that James and I would be permanent couple- friends with them?)) "I'm so, so, so, so sorry James," I said, trying to console him, "I really appreciate the gesture, I really do, but I just can't." "I'm so sorry LaShaunda," said James, "it was too soon, and I shouldn't have done it in front of all of these people." "Can we talk about this later, and in private?" I asked. "James, you are the best man a woman could ever wish for, but I just can't agree to this right now." "Ok," he replied. We ate the rest of our meal in awkward silence, and then quickly paid and got out of there. I had worried that perhaps I had shown-up James in front of his friends and peers by refusing his proposal in public. I had hoped that the rebuff to him would not hurt his reputation. I think LaKeesha was also a bit disappointed in me that I had not followed her lead in becoming a complete "Soul Sister" by marrying James, the way she had married Kendrick. ---- As we were in the car on the way home, James said to me, "I'm so sorry again about all of that, LaShaunda. I really thought that you would agree, and that you were completely "the one" for me. It is just that we get along so well, and I really thought that you would want to be my wife." "I really appreciate the gesture, I really do. I also agree that we have also grown so close, and I appreciate EVERYTHING that you have done for me. It is just that deep-down, I am still a man, and I have my girls (sons) still to think about. It is just so complicated. I'm not totally closing the door on you either, but I just need to think about it. I've only been living as a woman for a couple of months too, so how can I just totally make this big change?" "I understand, LaShaunda," said James. "Truth be told, I was so eager to make my proposition to you, that perhaps I did not stop to consider everything. Or perhaps I've just been so used to throwing money around to gloss over problems, that I really did not take into account the obstacles that could arise from your points of view?" "I think we should really date more and see how compatible we are, and I could get more used to living as a woman, before we jump into marriage. Even if I go back to being a guy this Fall, I could just dress up and go on dates with you every so often, to see where it leads." "That is fine with me," said James, "and by the way, after today, we do have much more to talk about..... Now that my goal of becoming a partner of the firm has been achieved, the need for me to pay you to be "LaShaunda" has come to an end." "Ohh," I said. (The thoughts that my "sugar daddy" would actually cut me off once he made partner had slipped to the back of my head.) James said, "Now that the need for you to appear as my 'trophy girlfriend' is over, here is the plan for you and your boys. This weekend, we will go and pick them up from dance camp. After that, we will spend all of August in the process of transitioning you three back to males. You three can stay at my place while this happens.... We will just get you three weaned off of hormones, un-tanned, male haircuts, and dressing as guys again. You will lose your breasts and your female curves in a few weeks. Then, your sons will be back to normal and ready to head back to their old school." "I am sure that the boys will be thrilled with this," I said, "I mean, I'm sure that they will be jumping for joy to get back into pants again. Ryan, especially." "Or," said James, "I am fine with you staying as a woman, and we can continue to date and see where our relationship leads. As for your boys, I won't continue to force them to live as girls.... I'm sure one summer was more than enough for them." "I, I, I have to think about it," I said. "I haven't seen my kids in so long... I am just excited to get them back from camp and to see how they are doing." "Yeah," said James, "And as soon as they get back from camp, we can take them to Pauline's and get them un-dyed and their hair-cut back to normal. And when they are off estrogen, their testosterone will start to flow again un-impeded, and they will lose their breasts and they will get their deep voices back. Ryan will get athletic again and be able to play baseball." "I'm sure that they will be gutted about not getting paid to be "Ryan and Tanisha" anymore, and about losing the big allowance you give them." (Both kids got 100$ a week from James as "pocket money.") "I know they liked the shopping sprees too, and the iPads you got them." "Well, all good things come to an end," said James. "It was really a lot of fun having the three of you though." "We appreciate it so much," I said. "Honestly though, I'm not sure how much Ryan and Tommy will want their dad to continue to prance around as "LaShaunda," I said, "Then again though, I haven't really seen them in 2 months, so I don't know how they will take the news." --------- For the rest of the week, I slept on the couch, and James and I kind of "kept our distance" from each other during the day. We actually still had friendship and passion for each other, but James and I both decided to "take it slow" and try and re-kindle the fire between us from Day-1, by going on low-pressure dates with no sex. After the botched marriage proposal, we basically decided to "start over" or relationship and get to know each other again, this time with him getting to know me as a REAL woman, instead of the tranny creation he had developed and nurtured. So for a few days, we had fun, and we went to watch movies, eat at casual restaurants, and generally enjoy each-other's company. I had to admit I enjoyed spending time with him; he was definitely more fun than I had ever had on a date with any woman. I would be really sad for this summer to end, but it was quickly wrapping up. As I went out gardening one day, I also noticed much to my shock that the Peabody house (the estate of James's neighbor, had finally "sold." I wondered if I would be around here long enough to meet the new neighbors. Anyway, Saturday FINALLY arrived, and it was finally time to go back and pick up the boys from Dance-camp. (I had decided to start referring to them as boys or males again, in anticipation of us switching-back for the school-year.... Even though they still looked like girls, I had decided that I would start calling them boys to help them psychologically adjust back to their old lives. I was sure that Ryan would be stoked at being referred to as a male again. I had hoped though that they would not have any "issues" changing back to males, especially given the dramatic changes they had endured this summer.) I was really excited to see the boys again, and I couldn't wait to catch up with them on what happened this summer. We were also told that the girls at Dance Camp would treat their parents to a special recital, before the girls were released back to their families. I looked forward to seeing Ryan and Tommy dance as black girls one more time, before we began the process of becoming males again. James and I got in the car and sped out towards the countryside. It was quite a nice day, and it had been so long since I was this far out of the city. It was nice just driving with James and being next to him. After a couple hours, we pulled up to the complex of summer camps. The camps were all situated around a large lake, wtih a football camp, a basketball camp, and an equestrian camp all bordering the dance camp. All of the kids doing different activities shared the same cabins, and they ate from the same dining-hall. We drove in to see kids playing all types of sports, swimming in the lake, and having lots of fun. We drove by some cabins where large groups of teenaged girls were just hanging out, or walking up and down trails. Some of the girls were wearing leotards and dance-shorts, and were obviously students specializing in dance. Many of the girls were dressed really cutely, with tight-shorts, halter-tops and "Pink" gear from Victoria's secret. It was still shocking to me to think that my sons were also two of these girls. I looked into a few groups of black girls milling about, to see if I could spot Ryan and Tommy with their friends. "Cabin 12 A," said James... "They are in Cabin 12 A." James finally found the cabin and drove up to it. We looked up to see Ashanti and Tanisha each hanging out on the front porch, and each hanging out with a different black guy!!!! Both of the black guys were at least a foot taller than my sons... It was also very clear that each pair was a "couple," as both Ashanti and Tanisha were looking up wistfully with their "big eyes" into the eyes of their boyfriends, who were talking sweet-nothings into their ears. The kids did not notice us pull up. Both of the boys really seemed to be "sweet" on my girls, and they were paying them their undivided attention. My girls, for their part would do things like playfully swat the guys on their shoulders, or play "footsie" with them. It was all really cute, and they made such adorable black couples. Tanisha looked a bit embarassed as she suddenly saw our car pull up, and her boyfriend was making baby-talk to her, and putting his hands on her toned black waist. "Momma," she said sweetly as she saw me. She was blushing. I think it was because she had been caught with her new boyfriend. This guy she was with was an absolute STUD, by the way. "This is Jermaine, momma," Tanisha said sheepishly, introuducing me to her new crush. The large black kid held out his hand. "Hi there Mrs. J," he said... "Its Mrs. Jackson to you," I replied... (Mrs. Jackson if yo' nasty, I thought!!!) ("No, I have to fight these thoughts," I protested to myself... Soon, I will be a white man again!!) "We ain't really datin' or nothing," said Tanisha, "We just sort of, you know, chill."... (Tanisha and Jermaine looked at eachother with knowing grins. I looked at their facial expressions, to realize that they had probably, indeed, been involved in a bit of "hanky panky" at the camp. I was sure that there had been times when no counselors were around to monitor things.) "Well, both of you girls be sure to get your friends' numbers before you go," I counseled. Even though I had some disapproval of the girls getting involved in nascent relationships at camp, I did not want to spoil the party for Tanisha, who was almost an independent young woman. "I'll write it down for yo' right now," said Jermaine. And with that, Tanisha actually reached up and gave Jermaine a playful peck on the cheek. Jermaine put his hands on his girlfriend's black waist, which was totally exposed between her midriff top and her tight denim shorts. Ashanti's boyfriend Dedrick also wrote down his number for her. "Call me ASAP," he said to her. "Ok," Ashanti sighed.... She too clearly had the "hots" for Dedrick. Both of the girls did not seem that embarassed to be "caught" with their boyfriends now, especially when the girls realized that I really didn't disapprove. Also, as this was probably the last time they would be spending as girls, I wanted them to enjoy themeselves and have a nice goodbye with their crushes. I wanted them to remember this time fondly, before they went back to their old lives and got used to not wearing a vaginal gaff, not having boobs, and being around white girls again.... I also looked back at the car, and James was smiling as both of the girls hugged their boyfriends goodbye... Both girls pressed their boobs against their boyfriends' chests as they embraced. Aiesha, and a few other girls (who were bunkmates of Ashanti and Tanisha) now came out of the cabin, and were joined by a thin white girl who seemed to be the counsellor... She was wearing a black leotard and cutoff tights. "Hi, I'm Trisha, their counsellor" she said, shaking my hand. "You must be Tanisha and Ashanti's mom... Both girls were great this summer, and they danced so well and made lots of friends. Actually, your two girls were the best dancers in this cabin!!" "Wow," I said, "I was not expecting that." "Yeah, it was an absolute pleasure," she said, "and it is nice to meet you." "I'm LaShaunda," I said, "and this is my boyfriend James." "Hi there," she said, shaking James's hand too. (Ashanti and Tanisha were still hanging off of their boyfriends. They were totally flirty with Dedrick and Jermaine, and they hung off of every word these guys were saying......) "Hi," said James. "Well listen," said Trisha, "the plan is to serve lunch in the dining hall for all parents and campers this afternoon. After that, there will be a final recital the girls will all perform in, before they are released back to their parents." "Sounds like a plan," said James. So we all went up and ate lunch, and the girls talked and talked about all of the fun they had had at camp. They had spent a lot of time around the lake, but they never actually swam, as it would mess up their cute hairstyles. Every night, Tanisha, Ashanti, Aiesha, and Shawquanda would spend hours just doing their "dos" in different braids, and gossipping away. Tanisha and Ashanti had also spent lots of time drifting over to the football camp, and hanging out at their boyfriends' cabins. It was permitted, after hours, for the campers to move around, "socialize", and talk to everyone from the other camps. Also, apparently, Tanisha and Ashanti had had much fun "hiking in the woods," with Jermaine and Dedrick. "Oh yes momma, that was our favorite thing to do," said Ashanti, "We'd go out there to look at the cave, almost every evening." (I did not press further on what exactly had happened during these hikes.) Anyway, after lunch, the girls went off and changed into their dance costumes, which were short green velvet leotards with flimsy attached skirts. The leotards were worn with white tights and dance shoes. On the stage at the front of the mess-hall, different groups of dancers began performing the pieces they had learned over the summer. The dancers generally performed by age groups, working their way upwards. The youngest girls (about 6 and 7, and 8-9 years old), performed short and cute pieces that made everyone clap. Next, the girls of intermediate age performed a more complex ballet routine. Finally, the oldest white and black girls (featuring Danielle, Aiesha, Shawniqua, Ashanti, and Tanisha) performed a standard ballet piece showing all of the repertoire moves (arabesques and such)... After this, however, the oldest black girls (most of whom were also part of the "Soul Sistas") did another "booty shaking" routine to Beyonce's "Single ladies" song. The girls gyrated and swung their hips to the lyrics of "if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it..." and they pranced around the stage in a very provocative and suggestive manner. The black girls (including my girls,) danced like little hoochie-mamas. As they danced, Tanisha and Ashanti also smiled and pointed their fingers directly at their boyfriends sitting in the front row. The sexual dance was clearly for them. "Yeah," cheered Jermaine and Dedrick as their girlfriends blew kisses and shook their asses for them.... They boys got up and cheered and hollered too, as they watched their ladies put on a show for them. The dancers danced in unison, but a certain amount of freedom was permitted in each girl in the routine, which she could use when she really wanted to show off a move or pose, or glance at a guy in the audience she really liked. (It was true what they said about black people being far more overt and less reserved than white people. Most of the black football and and basketball players cheered wildly, watching their "summer girlfriends" from dance camp putting on what was bascially a tease show.... Some of the whites in the audience probably disapproved, and most of the "more conservative" white girls abstained from the 'Soul Sista's" clique; but nothing really was said, out of respect or political-correctness.) The girls did another dance to a Rihanna song, which basically brought down the house with more aggressive and athletic dance moves. It was actually quite impressive to see how much my sons had developed in to girls who could dance in this manner. Ashanti and Tanisha were even in the front-line of girls, thanks to their superior dance skills. The guys in the audience were clearly liking the dance a lot, as the girls strutted their legs and shook their butts a lot. I actually rather enjoyed seeing my kids having their final "swan song" as girls, and going out with a bang in front of their boyfriends. They looked so cute in their tights and dance outfits too. I was actually going to miss seeing Ryan and Tanisha as girls. Anyway, the recital came to an end, Ashanti and Tanisha hugged their boyfriends good-bye one last time. Both agreed emphatically that they would call Dedrick and Jermaine as soon as they got home, and they clutched the scraps of paper that held their telephone numbers. "I wish I had had a boyfriend this summer," sighed Shawquanda.... "It must have been so much fun, especially KISSING at the dance." "Oh, you're still too young for that," Tanisha swatted playfully, "but in a couple of years." "What do you mean kissing at the dance," I said. "Oh, nothing," said Shawquanda, regretting her choice of words, "It was just some close-dancing, that's all..." (I had a feeling that she was holding back the details.) "Ok girls, get in the car... It's time to go," said James. Tanisha and Ashanti gave one last goodbye to their boyfriends..... Danielle (Ryan's initial crush) was also hanging around the groups of girls who were saying their final goodbyes and waiting to get picked up, but Tanisha seemed to only have a friendly interest in her now..... Instead, Tanisha was REALLY only interested in hanging with Jermaine. "At least Jermaine lives close," sighed Tanisha. "Oh, well that is good," said James. Aiesha and Shawquanda also rode with us, as James had agreed to pick those girls up too, and save Kendrick and LaKeesha a long trip out to the camp. On the ride home, all 4 girls were too busy laughing and chatting wildly, and texting and chirping away for James to bring up any of the "recent developments." It also would have not been the right time, with Aiesha and Shawquanda also in the car Aiesha, Tanisha, and Ashanti all laughed and joked about all of the different boys they had danced with and hung-out with during camp... "And Dayum gurl," said Aiesha, "I seen you dancin' wif Tyrone and Scott too, besides Jermaine. You's really be settin' yo'self up ll over camp." "I can' help it," sighed Tanisha, with some embarassement, "all the boys just be soooo cute!!!" "You get his digits, yo'" asked Aiesha. "Oh yeah gurl, I's got Jermaine's digits right here," she said, showing Aiesha the number that he had scrawled down... "Ohh girl," said Aiesha, "he really be likin' you!!!" (As the teenaged girls went back and forth in constant ebonics over their experiences at camp, I found it an odd thought that only one of the six black people in the car was an actual African-American (James), and that all of six of us had the full genetics and parts of males, even though 5 of us presented as female. Looking back at the four teenaged black girls in the back seat, chirping away in almost-unintelligible "Jive" talk, no one would have EVER guessed that all had recently been white boys. They were ebony females and growing young women, in every way..... All were wearing cute outfits with tight tops and short-shorts, and all had beautiful chocolate skin and hair done-up in extravagant hairstyles. They went back and forth with "snap routines," impromptu raps, and endless chatter about which "gangsta's" they thought were the hottest...... All of this was unimaginable behavior for straight, self- respecting white boys, which made it almost incomprehensible to look back and see four, perfectly normal "Soul Sista's," and know that deep down, they had the genitalia and "parts" of white males.) Anyway, the girls also ran the gamut of topics from Jay-Z to Nick Cannon, and talked about things like which rappers were the hottest, and which Tyler Perry movie was the best, etc, etc... By the time we dropped Aiesha and Shawquanda off, I almost felt bad about the conversation I was soon to have with my sons. It could be like dropping an anvil to have to bring them back from "ghetto girl" mode to the prospect of having to switch back to being suburban white males. We finally got home, and it was such a long day that I allowed my the girls to just go to bed.... ----- The next day after church, both boys actually changed into their Shanice O'Collins uniform black leotards and white tights, as they decided that they wanted to practice some of their dance moves around the house. I let them practice after lunch, and then we had a quick snack of Peanut- Butter-and-Jelly sandwiches. James went out on an errand after church, but he came home around 3 PM. I did not want to bring up anything with the kids regarding James's decisions, without him around to confirm the facts. Otherwise, it could be 2-against-1. Also, and I hadn't really realized it, but since Tanisha/Ryan had been home from camp, she had been acting completely as the cheerful and chipper teenaged black girl, without a hint of her old male protesting or recalcitrance. She was eager to spend the afternoon practicing ballet moves or texting with Aiesha, as opposed to muttering about having to be in panties or wear a kotex pad. "Ryan" appeared to be totally absent. In hindsight, I didn't think anything of the fact that she was acting completely as "Tanisha" within the home, with no prompting from James. Maybe the experience at camp had really changed her? Anyway, James came the door as the boys were twirling around the living room. "LaShaunda," he said, "Come out here in to the living room. Girls, sit down." Both Ashanti and Tanisha stopped and sat on the couch, discreetly crossing their tighted legs as to not expose their gussets or the undersides of their leotards as they sat. "I have big news to tell you that I have already shared with LaShaunda. I will tell you now what I told her.... FIrst of all, last week, I was named partner of the firm. As I got my big promotion, the need for you two to act as Ashanti and Tanisha is over. Now, I will be more than happy to assist you three in returning to your old lives, as Dave, Ryan, and Tommy Miller...." "Wha, wha, wa...?" protested Ashanti. She was almost speechless. "Yes, its true," I said, not without some sadness, "Isn't this wonderful news? We can go back to being MEN again..." "Yes," James continued, "We can start tomorrow.... you will take no more hormones, so your bodies will take their old shape. Then, we can go back to Pauline's and get your skin un-dyed and your hair returned to white- male styles. You two will be back and ready for school by the end of August!!!" Both girls sat there speechless, looking at him with mouths agape.... Both girls clearly were a bit upset by this news, and that their summer of fun was now going to come to an end. I had expected clapping and cheering at the idea that they could be men again. "What's wrong," asked James, "I thought you two would be happier to hear you could finally get out of skirts and tights, and wear pants again??" "NOOO...." said Ashanti, suddenly crying. "This has been the best summer of my life!!! Its just that I LOVE being a black girl, so much more than being a white boy... And it ain't fair... I gots a boyfriend too. You can't expect me to just leave him and leave all of this!!!" (I was not expecting this reaction from my son!!! Perhaps, however, he had taken it all too far. To him, what was just supposed to be a fun, temporary, and unsustainable situation had become permanent.... Also, I felt bad knowing that it seemed my once masculine son would actually PREFER living the life of a sexy chocolate hotcha', as opposed to the life of a straight-laced white boy.) Ashanti continued to protest, "You CAN'T make me go back... I've had so much fun this summer, and I AM a black girl. I haven't thought of myself as Tommy for months now. I really thought this was going to be my new permanent life. I thought you and James would fall in love, and move us all here!!" (Oh dear, I thought.... Tommy had really become intertwined with his "Ashanti" character. I was worried now about how much he seemd to have internalized becoming a black girl.) "But surely you'l be happy to go back to all of your old friends, and your old school?" I said. "NO," said Tommy, defiantly getting up and stamping his ballet slipper on the carpet, "I CAN'T go back. I think of myself as a girl now, and I want to stay this way. It was you who made me this way, and you were the one who was so enthusiastic about it. I'd much rather dress this way, full-time." "What do you think about all of this Ryan?" I asked... "It is NOT Ryan anymore," he said with gusto, taking me aback, "It is TANISHA now, and I am a 16 year old black girl." "You mean.... you feel the same way as your brother?" "Yeah mom," said Ryan, "I mean, being a guy is great and all, but I feel more like Tanisha now. And anyway, I can't really give it up, wearing tights and pretty dresses, and all. I also want to keep up with ballet, and try for a career in dance....." (I was so taken aback. Part of my reasoning for declining James's marriage proposal was that I did not want to commit Ryan and Tommy to new lives as black girls (by default).... If I had agreed to marry James and live with him full time, than Ryan and Tommy would be basically stuck as black girls and living with us, at least until they were college-aged. And as I thought they would be extremely excited to hear that they could return to pants, I had been mortified at the idea of committing myself to marriage, and thus committing them to lives as black females as well....... Now, however, both boys showed every reluctance to get changed back into their old lives and bodies, and just the idea of getting made-over into males again had them vehemently against the idea.) (Ashanti and Tanisha both had new lives and identities now, with interests, passions, friends, and boyfriends that could not easily be erased or forgotten about...) "We DON'T want to go back," both protested in unison, "we have both had so much fun, and we CAN'T go back. We FEEL like black girls, in every way." "Well, I'm not sure we can keep living here," I said to both of them, trying to appeal to them from a practical standpoint. "I mean, James and I aren't really dating seriously anymore." "Ok, fine," said Ryan, "But what if we just went back to our old lives and our old house, but we just kept living as black girls? You could tell our old school that we are transgendered. I mean, it would probably be weird at first, but people would get used to it." (I just realized that the boys had no idea about my arrest, or the fact that everyone from our old lives knew what "dear old dad" had been doing in his free time. I'd save that unpleasant talk for later.) "Oh son," I said, "I don't know if that's possible. I mean, if you tried to run around in a dress, or even tried to kiss a boy around your old friends, you could get beat up, or seriously hurt. No, I'm afraid we are going back to white-males, for now..." "Noooo..." "Ok, fine mom," said Tanisha, resting her black hands on her white tights, "But can we make a compromise? What if we just took our dresses and clothes back to our old house, and we could just play dress-up and act like black girls in private? You know, we'd still go to school as boys, but we just act like sista's back in the house? And I still want to take ballet, but as a guy?" "I'm not sure," I said, "I'm just not sure. What if we get caught?" (I still could think of nothing except how complicated it would really be for ME to go back and live as Dave Miller, especially since practically everyone in my old life had found out that I was masquerading as a black woman. It would be so difficult to ever show my old face around town again, much less find a good job. Somehow though, I'd manage.) "Also," I said, "you two now have to start calling me "dad," again, and I'll start calling you boys again. We have to get used to treating each- other like males again." (That suggestion fell on me with sullen stares.... Both boys now seemed to regard themselves completely as heterosexual and flirty young teenaged girls, each without a hint of maleness. They were clearly interested in things like boys, dance, and ballet, and no longer interested in sports or in any aspect of their old lives...) Even Tanisha, whom I expected to be very eager to change back, was defiant. I had wondered if maybe being around the more-enthusiastic Ashanti was influencing her in any way.... "Tanisha," I said, "can we go talk in private?" "'Bout what?" "Just a quick mother-daughter talk," I said, trying to appeal to her. (As I was totally living as "LaShaunda" now, even I felt highly awkward and out-of-place trying to lecture my son/daughter on the need to return to manhood.) We went off to the bathroom and closed the door behind us..... "Tanisha," I said, "Is 'Ryan' in there at all. I'm totally surprised at how you are acting..." "What do you mean," she said, "this is just normal for me now. And I DON'T want to go back." "But just two months ago, you were practically begging to get out of dresses." "That was the OLD me," she said as she whorled around in her leotard... "I am only Tanisha now. I'm sorry momma, but I just don't feel the way I used to. I hope you understand." "I think so," I said... "Oh, I know how badly you want to go back to being my daddy, and I be yo' son, but the fact of the matter is that I be yo' daughter now. Even if I go back to a guy, I just be gay and wantin' to take ballet. I know how badly you wanted to be my dad and cheer for me at the baseball games, but that old me is gone, momma..." I looked deep into her eyes, and I think that she was telling me the truth. Quite honestly, when I looked at her deep down, I only saw my black daughter looking back at me. I think it may have been due to the formative experience of dance camp, and a prolonged period of time being around other black girls; but whatever it was, the old person that was "Ryan" was completely gone. My old son had been entirely subsumed by this new Tanisha person. She thought of herself as black, as well as being completely female. Whatever had happened, there had obviously been a BIG change to my son/daughter over the last two months. Even though he still had the genitals and the deep internal workings of my old son, this girl was mentally, in every sense of the word, my daughter Tanisha. "Ryan" no longer existed.... My daughter had none of his old interests, or really even his first-hand feelings or memories. To try and force her to change back would be traumatic. I figured it would be the same for Tommy too. He had internalized the persona of "Ashanti" even more than Ryan had of "Tanisha." "Yeah mom, I'm really sorry, she said with all sincerity, "But I just don't think of myself as "Ryan" anymore. I have only been Tanisha for the last month or so. I can't imagine myself without boobs or a butt. It just happened while I was at camp, and I was so completely living and having fun as a black girl, that I couldn't imagine any other way. Also, I just got attracted to boys, to where they are all I think about." "So it's true," I said, "I know you are telling me the truth. Listen, I'm so sorry for geting you dragged into this and confusing you so much." "I don' know if Ryan can ever come back," she said.... "Also, who knows, but I may even consider a more 'permanent' change for me, if possible, that way I don' get slammed if any boys find out what I "really am."" (I shuddered at the thought of what could happen to my son.) Just then, James called us back into the living room.... "Come on back," he said... We got back to the living room, and James said, "Listen, I've been talking with Ashanti here, and I have an idea. Obviously, we are at some sort of an impasse. I really thought that you three would be very eager to return to being guys, but I really don't want to drag you back to males, kicking and screaming...." James continued, "I think I have an idea. I want all three of you girls to see a therapist. She has lots of experience working especially with gays and transgendered people. I am going to schedule you three up for intensive sessions, and you will go once a day for a week. I want you three to tell her everything you feel, and pour out all of your feelings to her about why you'd rather live as a girl or go back to a guy.... Then, I think she will give me an expert reccommendation on what "the next step" should be for all of us..... Also, I'm really sorry that I dragged you three along for so long, and I confused you like this. I really meant for your feelings as girls to only be temporary." "Its ok," I said... "Also," said James, "While you three go to therapy, I guess you can continue living as girls and taking hormones, and we can delay the transitioning-back process indefinitely. I just want to work out a situation that you three can all live with and be happy. Also, LaShaunda and I will keep going out dating and seeing if there is the basis for a real relationship." My sons were thrilled that they would be able to continue living as girls, at least for another week, and that the book wasn't totally closed on permanent lives for them as Tanisha and Ashanti.... "YAY," they both cheered.... Even though we were all going to go to therapy to talk about our real feelings on our imposed transgendered lives, and whether or not we really wanted to stay this way, I knew, deep down, what the final findings of the therapist would be..... ------ The next morning, I woke up to find both girls watching rap videos on the BET, while simultaneously texting on their iPads. I didn't really say anything to them about recent events, but I just went about my usual morning routine. I decided to try and talk to Ryan/Tanisha again the first time I had a chance. I just really wanted to make sure that "she" felt she had really gone beyond the "point of no return" of returning to manhood. We also had our appointments with the therapist that afternoon, where we would pour out our feelings to her, and let her give us a reccommendation for where we would go from here. As for me, I was more interested in talking about practical aspects, like how my sons and I would live and readjust to male lives after being totally thrown out of whack this summer. Anyway, it wasn't long before Tanisha finally got up to use the restroom, and I was able to corner her and talk to her. "Hey mom, whas' up?" "Oh, nothing sweetie," I said, "I just didn't know if you wanted to talk?" "Yeah mom," she said, "Something actually has been on my mind...." "What, are you thinking about being Ryan again?" "Oh momma," she said, "I don't know if I can go back to being Ryan. Its just that with the hormones, I can't even manage a deep male voice anymore, or talk like him. Also, I've grown these enormous boobs. Also, the problem is that I just don't FEEL like Ryan anymore. I haven't thought like him for weeks now. I only really think as Tanisha." "I understand sweetie," I said, "I think you should tell the therapist exactly what you just told me." "Yeah mom," she said, "Its just that now, I have my new interests, like rap music. Also, I have to be honest with you, I am really only interested in BOYS now. That's why it would be very hard for me to go back to being a boy myself. You know, I only think about.... holding them, and kissing them, and even dating them. I was even texting Jermaine again this morning, telling him that I couldn't wait for him to come and take me out on a date." "Do you feel weird at all about wanting to be around boys, with you as the girl?" "Well, I felt weird about it at first," she said, "But over time, it became more and more "natural." The part of me that was "Ryan" and saying that it was wrong began to disappear. I began to want to be around guys and be treated like a woman, and even fool around with them. I think the hormones just changed me, but to tell you the truth, I don't mind the changes." " That's only natural," I said, "obviously, it would have been unacceptable for you to flirt with black boys and interact with them like that when you were "Ryan," but it is totally acceptable for "Tanisha" to do this. The instant you had your makeover, it became ok, and even expected, for you to act as a heterosexual female. But if you switch back to a boy though, it will become taboo and frowned upon for you to text guys. No one thinks any less of you though, for you wanting to do things like date Jermaine or DeShaun." "Thanks Momma," she said, "The fact that I want to date boys is the one thing that still feels a little weird to me, and I was still strugglin' with this. It also concerns me about what will happen, if a boy finds out what i have, uh, you know, down there..." "Listen sweetie," I said, giving her a big hug, "I understand everything you are saying. If you are a girl, than you'll act and be expected to act like a girl, which includes interacting with and dating guys.... I really think that talking to the therapist will be a good first step. Nothing big or dramatic has to be decided today. Whatever is meant to be will all work out in its own time." "Thanks Momma," she said, "and by the way, I don't think I ever told you what a pretty black woman you actually make. I was too embarassed to say it before, but I think that being a black woman is YOU... I think you should stay this way." "Wow, thanks sweetie," I said. I was shocked by the unexpected compliment. "Yeah," said Tanisha, "I really think that you were meant to be a black lady... I don't think being Dave Miller suited you at all. I really hope you decide to stay and things work out with James." "Oh, and you make the prettiest black girl too," I gushed as I hugged her, "and don't worry about anything. I am so lucky to have a teenaged daughter like you." -------------- We ate a quick lunch together, and the three of us all decided to take our female hormones anyway, rather than have our voices drop back to a low-pitch while we were still all-dolled up. Next, even though James had told us that sticking to our "periods" (according to his calendar) was no longer mandatory, Ashanti and Tanisha proudly announced that they had remembered to wear their kotex per their "time of the month," and that they were both doing so underneath their panties and tights. "Do you want to see?" asked Ashanti to James... "No, that is not necessary," he chuckled. I was so proud of my girls for still taking responsibility for their feminine hygiene. Anyway, after lunch, I decided I'd head outside and grab the mail, and perhaps do some light gardening. I headed out and looked over at the neighbors' lot, which was the vacant Peabody estate. I saw the "sold" sticker across the Real-estate sign, but I had as of yet seen no indication of who the new neighbors would be. I walked down the front sidewalk to the mailbox. James's lawn was practically the size of a football field.... His lot was separated from the neighbor's by some shrubbery and a white picket fence. As I walked, a black Cadaillac Escalade pulled up in the driveway of the Peabody house. It parked, and I saw the real-estate lady agent get out, clutching a briefcase. Then, from the backseat, I saw a young man in a suit also emerge. He went over to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door. I watched to see who was getting out..... Would these be James's (our) new neighbors? Then, coming from behind the vehicle, I saw a fit young lady walking around and holding hands with the man in the suit (who was clearly her boyfriend.) I only saw her backside and her tight maroon dress at first. She was happy and carefree.... However, as she came around, she turned, and I got a really good look at her face...... (OMG, Christine!!!! Did she actually buy this house?.... And Oh my God, I know the man in the suit too... he is Edmond, the French doctor she married!!!) My first instinct was to instantly duck behind the bushes, but then I realized that from my distance, I would be absolutely unrecognizable to her. I would just be her new black woman neighbor (or more likely, the maid...) (I wondered if they would be upset over having black neighbors???) I was absolutely petrified though about being recognized. I still wanted to sprint back inside the house, rather than having her identify my face. I also wanted to duck behind the shrubbery, but that would look far too suspicious, so I just stood their staring, and clutching the mail. I was about 50 yards away, and all they would do was look over and see a random black lady standing there. Edmond glanced over once and looked at me, but did nothing else. "Well, this is it," I heard the real estate agent say to Edmond and Christine, "Dr. Lucien, this will be only 10 minutes away from your new practice downtown...." "Oh, it is just perfect," gushed Christine, "this is absolutely the house of my dreams, and I am moving in with the man I love." (The house was on a par with the capacious estate owned by James. It too was about 4000 square feet, and had all the amenities.) As I heard Christine rant on about "sharing the house with the man she loved." I could not but help but stand there and feel raging emotions of anger and jealousy. The thing was that I still had feelings for Christine, even after she deserted, eloped, and left me for a much richer man she met online. I could not help but feel that that should be ME there buying a dream home with my wife, instead of seeing her do it with some sleazy scumbag foreign doctor..... (I wanted to be the one taking her upstairs, and "breaking in" one of the new bedrooms for the first time.) And yet, as angry, tormented, and jealous as I could feel myself getting, all I could do was stand here impotently in my dress, panties, pantyhose, and heels, watching some other virile and successful man live my life. Even if I wanted to dream and wish I was the man, and seethe in anger about my new lot in life, the fact was that I was totally presenting as a woman. Christine would not even recognize me unless she took a good look at my face. Also, I was stuck in my own sexual relationship with a large black man, rather than living as the formerly-heterosexual white male that I used to be. I also suddenly wondered what she would say if she saw her two former sons in their current appearance as girls? I suddenly panicked with fear again...... I could not even imagine her reaction. Christine did not even look over at me, actually... I still stood there, rather frozen in fear, with 1000 thoughts running through my head. However, the real-estate agent led Edmond and Christine inside the house. Once they were in, I turned and sprinted back indoors. ---- Once I was back inside the house, however, the initial shock that my ex- wife and her new husband were going to be our "neighbors" quickly subsided. Actually, the more I calmed down and thought about it, I began to realize that I really had little to fear from her "discovering" me. In the first place, she was the one who left ME," and not the other way around. My hands were still shaking, and I had a glass of water.... Also, (and as I thought some more, a smile began to creep over my face)... Christine was the one who totally screwed ME and my sons over. We had done nothing to her at all. Our marriage was supposed to be permanent (for richer or poorer), but she had violated those vows when a better prospect came along for her. Also, even though she never had respected me, she HAD always had maternal feelings for the boys. "James," I called out, "I think the new neighbors are moving in next door..." I looked out the window, and a large moving van pulled up.... "Oh really," called out James, "well, we must go over and say hello..." (I wondered if James had been the engineer behind having my ex-wife and her husband move in next door. Now that I had been around James for months, I wondered if it was part of his "Master-Plan"... Yet, I didn't seem to get that impression. I thought maybe it was truly coincidence that my ex had moved next door... What would James have to gain from this, I asked myself, especially as the fact that Christine knew of my previous identity could become a problem for him (if she went talking to people like Leticia Howe)?) "Momma, did we get new neighbors?" asked Ashanti, as she came running to the kitchen. "Do they have any BOYS our age?" Tanisha came down too. "No," I don't think so," I said, "they are white, anyway, so I doubt you'd be interested." "Oh," they said, disappointedly.... "Well, that house has a pool too, so maybe they'll let us use it some time." "Its not like you girls swim," I taunted, "as you don't wanna mess up yo' curls and braids..." "Come on now, let's not be strangers," said James as he produced a nice bottle of wine as a housewarming gift, "let's all go and say hello." (I started to panic again, as now I was going to have to talk DIRECTLY to Christine. I had not anticipated that James would break the ice with them so fast. Also, Christine would now be able to get a really good look at the girls too.... ) (Even though the girls were very well-disguised now, I thought it was very unlikely that Tanisha, Ashanti, and myself would be able to pass undetected (for now) under the noses of our biological mother and wife, respectively. She would take one look at our true facial features, or hear us talk, and we'd be done for!!!) (Also, surely the girls would not be able to keep it together, or "play it cool" if they were introuduced to mom while they were presented as females, and being seen as such by her for the first time. It would be stressful for them to try and maintain the facade with that kind of surprise!!!) (Then again though,) I thought with new confidence, (What is really the worst that can happen if we DO get spotted by Christine? I mean, the rest of our family already knows, and even if Christine laughs or is upset over what happened to her sons, James won't let anything bad happen. Also, if Christine moves in, it is really only a matter of time before she knows anyway.) I did not have anymore time to think. "Come on girls," said James, "let's go greet our new neighbors." So out we walked, as a picturesque black famiily leaving their house and walking up the neighbor's pathway, with a housewarming gift in hand.... The movers were getting the van unloaded, but the new occupants were still inside. James knocked on the door.... We all stood there on the porch, waiting with anticipation. The boys/girls were relaxed and casual and they had no idea that it was their mom inside. I was absolutely terrifed now over the reaction that undoubtedly would occur. I wondered how my kids would react to seeing mom, especially given our new appearances and forms? Footsteps came to the front door. Edmond greeted... "Oui," he said. "Hi," said James, holdi