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Note: Thanks to all of the reviewers so far (on the day of publication!) and those to follow. It was great to read the reviews. Please keep the feedback coming, good or bad. I noticed a few typos that escaped my eye during my editing -- please forgive me. These old peepers fsail me from time to time! Also, I found it cumbersome to write "Tim's mom..." in so many paragraphs, so I will refer to her as "Laura." PART TWO Chapter 1 As you can well imagine, when I got home from my date with Tim I practically ran to my bedroom and stripped down to nothing. My parents had already gone to bed, so I was spared the usual interrogation about where I had been and what I had done. I knew I'd still get it in the morning, but at least by then -- I hoped! -- I wouldn't be dazed and sporting a massive erection. I hopped into bed and started reviewing the events of the evening. It may have taken me all of three minutes to send my first load of semen skyward. I think it nearly hit the ceiling! I had never come so hard before, not even with a girl. I'm not exagerrating. I thought my entire body would rise from the bed as I climaxed, or that, at the very least, my penis would detach itself and launch into orbit. It was all from the memory of the kissing. My mental image of Tim's gorgeous face and the memory of the feel of his lips and his tongue were enough to trigger the orgasm. It was a toe-curler. I was panting and shaking when the spasms slowed to a stop. My dick twitched and oozed the last of its fluid onto my belly. I had a puddle there, and stray, smaller puddles dotted my chest. Normally, after an orgasm like that I would have passed out immediately. On that night, however, I couldn't have slept for anything. I was still too happy, horny and excited over the way things had turned out. I started planning "our" future. I was already in couple mode; no more "What am I going to do this weekend," it was all "we." The problems inherent in having a same-sex relationship never even entered my mind as I lay there in my post-orgasm state of bliss. The second round of self-pleasuring began almost immediately. My poor penis barely had time to recover before I started working it. God, to be 17 again! I was fully erect within seconds and ready to go. This time I imagined Tim naked and in my arms. I pictured myself carrying him into my bedroom, then laying him down on the bed. He looked so sweet in my fantasy, and I couldn't believe that he wouldn't look as delectable, unclothed, in real life. Dream Tim and I kissed, then he kissed his way down to my cock and started a long session of kissing and licking. He looked at my eyes while he bathed my cock with his tongue. That's as far as I could get before the second "eruption" occured! It was no less forceful than the first. This time, I did roll over and pass out. I awoke to the sound of my mother's tapping on my door. I knew it was much later in the morning than my usual rising time. "Are you coming out today?" Mom asked. Again, I had to smile at the unintended double meaning. As I had expected, mom carried out my interrogation over the breakfast table. There was no rubber hose nor bright light -- just her insistent questions and her detective-grade gaze. Yes, I had a good time. Yes, Tim did too. No, I didn't meet any potential new girlfriends. No, I didn't do anything I shouldn't have done (well, it was true as far as I was concerned). Yes, I was aware that I had Saturday practice with the swim team in an hour. I finished my meal and gave mom a kiss on the cheek (my usual, gentlemanly routine) before I returned to my room to prepare for practice. It was not my habit to take Tim to Saturday practice sessions, so I didn't expect him to be there. I did look for him from time to time, but he never arrived. I thought he might have had his mom drive him over, but apparently they had other plans. When the session ended and I was on my way to my car, I couldn't help myself -- I called Tim's house from the school's pay phone. His mother answered, and within a few seconds I had my lover on the line. I knew enough to be careful, so "Hey, what's going on?" was all I said. Tim's voice seemed a little subdued when he answered, "Okay." An awkward silence of a few seconds followed. "I had a good time last night," I said, hoping I wouldn't give away too much of the excitement I felt. "Yeah, me too," Tim said. "It was a good movie." What? Who cared about the fucking movie? Then I ealized (or hoped!) that Tim was just being nonchalant in case his mother was within earshot. I knew we couldn't say a whole lot on the phone, so I asked "Can I come over later?" Tim said "Yes" almost before I had finished my question. Good sign! His voice lifted a little as he said it. I was really turned on by how feminine his voice sounded sometimes. It wasn't much of a guy's voice to begin with, and it didn't take much effort for him to sound really girly. We agreed to meet at his house at four that afternoon. I was grinning from ear to ear when I finished the call. One of my swim team mates passed me at that moment and and clapped me on the back. "Way to go," he said with a smile. "Which one is it?" "I'll never tell," I replied wth a wink. I went home to face a list of chores that needed to be completed before I left again. It was nothing major, just the things that were expected of me: raking leaves, bringing in firewood and doing my own laundry. Mom wanted me to be self-sufficient by the time I went off to college (even though it was nearby, the college required all freshmen to live on- campus). I had to learn the basics of cooking and laundry by the time I finished my senior year. I didn't mind; I enjoyed cooking, and laundering clothes was easy. Not a second passed that afternoon in which I didn't think about Tim. I tried to figure out how we could find a place where we could make out (or more) without getting caught. I have to stress again just how dangerous it could have been for us to be seen showing our love for each other. There were areas in the big cities where same-sex couples could live openly, but even there, there were not a few incidents of harassment and beatings. Or worse. In our small town Tim and I would have been ostracized at best. I knew that some of the guys at school would have had no problem humiliating and/or beating any boy they knew to be gay. I didn't care so much for myself, as I could always get in a few good punches before I fell, but I knew that Tim wouldn't stand a chance. The thought of him in any kind of pain or distress made me furious. We could, of course, take advantage of our time alone with each other in our bedrooms. The possibility of a parent walking in on us at a bad time would always exist, but they were pretty good about knocking first. Still, any sexual activity beyond kissing and fondling would be too risky. That kind of contact was fine, but I was sure that we wouldn't happy until we had were able to make love together without fear of getting caught. I wondered to myself whether Tim and I could move to New York, or L.A., or San Francisco. I had been to New York City several times (we lived about an hour's drive away) and while the thought of living there intimidated me a little, I thought that I could go there first and get settled in before bringing Tim there to live wth me. Of course, any scenario like that would have to wait a few years, until Tim was old enough to be on his own. As a teenager, a year was an eternity, so the thought of having to spend two or three years in the shadows depressed me. We would just have to get by as we could, grabbing fleeting moments of pleasure as they became available. I thought that I could take Tim camping once in a while. Two teenaged guys sharing a tent in a campground wouldn't seem out of place. We would have to watch the noise and try not to bring the tent down around us, though. Still, it seemed like a good option. I resolved to start floating the idea by my folks and Tim's, even though it would be springtime before it was warm enough to actually go. As the hour arrived for me to leave, I cleaned up as needed and spent some time in front of the bathroom mirror. I checked myself over thoroughly. I had just a bit of stubble lining my jaw and I thought it made me ruggedly handsome. My hair was just at the right length. Not long by any means, but long enough for Tim to run his fingers through, if he wanted to do it. I hoped that he would. I nearly brushed the enamel off of every tooth, gargled mouth wash a few times and splashed a bit of after shave on my cheeks. Too much, probably, but I was 17. I was ready to see my true love again. Chapter 2 When I arrived at Tim's house I half expected him to be waiting near the driveway. He was never late when I took him to school. I liked that about him; he was thoughtful and hated to waste anyone else's time. All in all, he was probably the most polite, courteous boy I had ever known. Neither of us were ever that rowdy or crude as we could well have been. I had my moments when I was a year or so younger, but my parents had done a pretty good job of teaching me how to be mature. I had also figured out that maturity appealed to young women. After checking my look in the mirror a few times, I left the car and walked up to Tim's front door. His mother, Laura, opened the door and greeted me. "Hello, Greg, she said. Come on in." I thought she seemed a bit preoccupied. Laura had always had a big smile for me whenever I came to visit Tim, but now she looked fairly serious. I followed her into the living room. Tim was nowhere to be seen. We took our seats. Another internal alarm sounded when she didn't offer me anything to drink. Laura was a wonderful host. She was happiest when her guests were eating or drinking, and Tim had often said that he was jealous of her "hogging" everyone who visited the house. Now, sitting there with no beverage and looking at Laura's grim face, I feared the worse. My fears were confirmed when she spoke. "We need to talk, Greg." Shit! Fuck me! I felt the floor drop out from beneath me. I pictured Tim's father waiting, with a shotgun, in the next room. It was small comfort to me that I knew he was abroad. With a mouth as dry as hot sand, I croaked "Okay...what about?" Laura took a deep breath. "I know what happened last night." Her face remained unchanged. I instantly imagined what prison life would be like for me. If I ever got that far. I might not even make it to my trial date. I had seen a few movies set in state pens and county jails. Even with my size and good condition, I knew I'd last a minute or two at most when I was surrounded by a gang of pumped-up cons. Maybe Laura would just do the right thing and shoot me right there and then. Maybe she had a pistol hidden beneath the chair cushion. Please, end it now! I confess! No jury will convict you! All of these thoughts crossed my mind in a nanosecond. I croaked again, in a feeble attempt at playing dumb: "What do you mean?" Tim's mom started to cry. "I know that you treated my son better than anyone has ever done, apart from my husband and me. I know that he walked on air when he got home, and he hasn't touched the floor all day today..." Emotion overcame her and she had to stop. I was damn near crying, as well. From relief, mainly! I was at a loss for words. I wished I had a handkerchief for her but I never carried one. She crossed the room and brought a box of tissues back to her chair. At length, she cleared her thorat and spoke again. "You've done nothing wrong, Greg. I have to say that first. I'm sorry if I seem out of sorts, but it's hard to express how happy you've made me." What to say? "Gee, thanks, I'm glad I got to make out with your boy and I hope we can go all the way when we get a chance"? Or, "Well, it's my pleasure ma'am -- he has a real purty mouth, ain't he?" The right words escaped me. I mumbled, "I hope I didn't get out of line." I still didn't want to confirm or deny anything, as I wasn't sure what Tim had told her. This awkwardness was torture. Laura smiled broadly for the first time. For me, it was like seeing the sun come out after a thunderstorm. "Out of line?" She said with a laugh. "Greg, you were a perfect gentleman, from what Timmy told me. He couldn't wait to go over every minute of your date. He said that he was pretty sure you wanted to hold his hand in the theater, at least, but he didn't expect everything that followed. He said you kissed like a movie star. You didn't try to make him do anything he wasn't ready to do, and you got him home in time to keep me happy. You did everything right, as far as I'm concerned." I felt my cheeks turn every color of red in the spectrum. My ears pounded along with my racing heartbeat. I scratched my head in embarassment and looked at the floor. "He...really...said that?" She laughed again. "Oh yes -- that, and more." She leaned forward and took my hands in hers. "Look at me, Greg." I did. Her smile comforted me greatly. "I have a lot to tell you, but it's all good news. First, I want you to not worry about what happened last night. You did nothing wrong, okay?" "Okay." Now I was crying. No sense of relief ever felt by anyone, ever, could have surpassed mine at that moment. "I hope..." Laura handed me a tissue and cut me off with a gentle shake of her head. "Just let me tell you what I have to say before you say anything more. Timmy is a special child. You know a little of it, but there's so much more." I wiped my eyes and sat back to hear the rest of the story. Chapter 3 Before Laura started the rest of the story, she offered me a cup of coffee. We moved into the kitchen and I took a seat at the table. She made tea for herself. All of this was done in silence. I was still wary of the other shoe that might yet drop, in spite of her assurances. When our drinks were ready she sat down and started talking. "Timmy has always been the love of my life," she said. "I love Steve to death, but a mother's love for her child is on another level. No one else truly knows how deep and eternal it is. When he was born I swore I would do everything I could to make him happy until the last day of my life. Steve has been a little jealous of Timmy, I'm sure, but that's just the way I feel about it. Nothing will ever change it." She stared into her tea while she said all of this. "When Timmy started walking and talking, I noticed that he moved like a little girl. Before long, after he got his balance, he started walking on his tip-toes. I asked him why he did it, and he said 'To walk like you, mommy.' I knew that he meant that I was always in heels when I went to work, or when Steve and I went out for dinner." I had to laugh as I imagined tiny Timmy running around the house on his toes. "Timmy hated," she stressed the word, "HATED wearing boy's clothes. I indulged him a little by making little dresses out of towels or pillow cases, but I never did it when Steve was around. Timmy couldn't understand why he couldn't be a girl around daddy. I explained that daddy just liked having his little boy to play with when he was home. Timmy accepted it, but he couldn't help doing his feminine walk around Steve, or kissing Steve's cheek at every opportunity." "Lucky daddy!" I thought, then realized that sounded a little creepy. It was cute, and I was begiining to see where the story was heading. The possibilities excited me. I was already hard, although I tried to suppress it. Thank god I wasn't standing! Laura continued. "When Timmy turned four I knew what, or who, he really was. His little brain, in the womb, went one way and the body went the other. I believed it then and I still believe it. I'm certain that a lot of people were 'switched before birth.'" We both laughed at that phrase, but it made sense. "Timmy knew from day one that he was a girl. He didn't know that he had the wrong parts, but he knew that something was wrong. He refused to accept that he would soon have to be a boy all the time. I stopped dressing him up at home altogether, and we had some fights about it, believe me." She rolled her eyes. "I could imagine what raising a real girl was like." I felt so much empathy for her as she told her story. I admired her courage in telling me the truth, and I loved her for understanding her son's situation. I had never doubted her obvious love for Tim. Her gender theory was entirely new to me, but it made sense. I had known boys in elementary school who might has well have been girls by the way they acted, but they had all given it up by puberty. At least in public. I imagined my Tim as a child, crying at the reality of our society's expectations. I had a lump in my throat. "School was very hard for Timmy," Laura continued. "Even kindergarten. He wanted to play with the girls and share their toys, but the boys picked on him for it. The teacher called me in for a conference right away. I had to lie and say that it was all new to me, but she knew the truth. I told her to be patient with him, and that I hoped she would understand Timmy's eccentricities and protect him a little from ridicule." "Did she?" I asked. "As much as she could. I give her credit for that. But there was no way for anyone to keep him free from harassment all of the time. I wanted Timmy to have a normal social life. I didn't want to home-school him, and we couldn't have done it, anyway, with both of us working. I just thought that he would either toughen himself up and learn to hold his own, or that the little girls would accept him as a friend and stick up for him. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it was a hope." Laura now had a far- away look. I could only begin to understand her pain. "How did he handle it?" I asked. "He withdrew into himself, as you might expect. He spoke when spoken to, at least at school, and he tried to use humor to defend himself. He was still quite young -- too young to have to be on the defensive -- but he learned quickly that boys who wanted to be girls were outcasts." She shook her head and cleared the catch in her throat. "I hugged him the moment he got off of the school bus, every single day." Another pause. "Every day I listened to him cry and I held him while he asked me why life had to be so hard." Tears formed again, hers and mine. "Steve knew what was going on and, god bless him, he never added to Timmy's pain. He didn't tell his son to 'straighten up,' or to 'be a man,' as I thought he might. He listened to Timmy, and he very gently tried to explain why the other boys might not understand why a boy would want to be a girl." "He's a good man," I said. "Most of the dads I know would have gotten the belt out." Laura nodded. "I would die for that man. Seriously -- I loved him so much more for being so kind to Timmy during those long months. I didn't expect him to understand, but I was so happy he didn't overreact." We paused for another round of coffee and tea. I had forgotten all about seeing Tim today, and all of a sudden I wondered why he hadn't appeared, yet. Just as quickly, I realized that listening to this conversation would have been hell for him. Then I knew that he had given his mother permission to fill me in on all of his life's details. God, I loved him so. The story continued. "By the time he got to second grade, Timmy had learned how to act 'normal,'" (Laura made air-quotes for that word) "and he managed to get by at school. He only had a couple of real friends, but for the most part he kept to himself. Maybe I smothered him a bit too much, but that was the way I was. I wanted him to know that he was loved. I made sure that he got a big hug and a kiss every day, even when we were mad at each other." I couldn't imagine that he had been mad at ther that often. "On Timmy's eighth birthday we had a little party for him at home. Just the three of us. Nothing fancy; just pizza and sodas and his favorite cake. After we had eaten, he excused himself and disappeared for a little while. I was a little annoyed by it, but I didn't say anything to him. We didn't see him for about an hour or so. "When Timmy came back to the living room, Steve and I nearly died of shock. Timmy had prettied himself up with some of my makeup. A LOT of my makeup," she said with giggle. "I mean, he was all done up for a night on the town. I was surprised how well he had done it. He could have looked like a clown, but he really was very pretty. He still wore the same clothes, but he really looked like a girl in jeans. He had spent a lot of time watching me get myself ready, so I guess some of my techniques had stuck in his mind." Now I pictured Timmy as a full-blown girl. It was not hard to do. With his looks and his hair, he was a natural. It wouldn't take a whole lot of "help" to make him completely passable. New possibilities presented themselves.... "Steve might have been angry, but he held his temper. I tried not to laugh -- just nervous laughter -- as I didn't want to embarass him. I said 'you look very nice, Timmy.' He said, very seriously, 'It's Tabitha, mom.' "I looked at Steve and he shrugged, as if to say 'You handle it!' I spoke to Timmy again: 'Why Tabitha?'" I jumped in with a guess: "'Bewitched'?" I loved the sitcom from the 60s by that name. Tabitha was the name of the litle girl in the show. The reruns would have still have been in rotation when Tim was a kid. Laura continued, "Exactly. He's a huge fan and it turned out that he identified with Tabitha. He even practiced wiggling his nose the way she did." She tried doing it, which made us both laugh. "Not so easy to do, I must say." "Anyway, Timmy told us that he would never try to be a girl at school or outside, or with friends, but that he had to be a girl at least some of the time at home. He was so serious, just like a little adult man, even with the makeup on his face. Kids can be so sure of themselves at that age. He stood there, arms crossed, waiting for us to say something." The image of that moment appeared to me just as clearly as I'm sure it did to her. "Steve couldn't talk. He couldn't even look at Timmy. He stared at the window in silence. I asked Timmy to sit down and he did. I tried to organize my thoughts, but I knew what I wanted to say in general. 'Alright Tabitha, I understand. We need to discuss some rules.' I saw that Timmy was shaking. His hands were trembling like mad. "'First rule: don't use my makeup without asking me first, okay?' He nodded. 'It's alright this time, but it's expensive and I don't want you to use it all up. I'll buy you some of your own.' Steve gave a slight shake of his head, but for just a second. Timmy nodded but he didn't say anything. 'Second rule: if you want to try girl's clothes, ask me first. I've noticed you have tried on some of my things when I was wasn't around. It's okay -- you're not in trouble -- but they are expensive, too, and it's easy to damage them. Do you understand?' He nodded again. 'Third rule: you will listen to me when I teach you how to be a girl. It's not that easy, and boys don't know when they get the little things wrong. I don't want you to look or act or talk like a guy in drag. Understand?' "'What's drag?' Timmy asked me. I explained as best I could to an eight year old. He giggled and swore that he would pay very close attention to my lessons. I then asked Steve a couple of questions: 'Steven, I don't expect you to agree with me right away, but do you understand how I feel? Do you understand how Timmy feels?'" I put myself in Steve's shoes, or his mind, for a moment. What the hell would I have said? "Yeah, no problem, let's get him a whole bunch of dresses and some high heels to wear to the baseball games." Or "Are you kidding me? He's going to military school tomorrow! Wash off the goddamned makeup, kid!" I knew that he was too much of a gentleman to say either of those things, but I hated to think that he had been put on that big of a spot by his own wife. Laura's next statements were revealing. "Steve said, very quietly, that we could do what we thought best for Timmy, or Tabitha -- whichever name we wanted to use. He said that he couldn't really understand it, but that he didn't want to fight with either his wife or his child. He knew that Timmy had a lot of girl in him, but he hoped that Timmy would be able to separate his inner identity from his outer one. I knew that Steve was talking to Timmy through me, but I appreciated his honesty. Then he talked directly to Timmy. 'I can't say no you, son. I won't yell at you or think any less of you if you want to try being a girl with us. It's going to be hard for me to get used to it, but I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart, and I want you to be happy.'" By this time, Laura was crying again. I was on the verge! Damn, I thought, I haven't cried this much since my dog died. I was trying to find words to express my thoughts, but I figured that it would be better not to say anything. I was so happy that she -- and Tim -- had decided to share his story with me. I knew that they both trusted me with the biggest secret possible. I swore to myself to guard it with my life. Laura continued. "All of us shared a good, long crying session. Poor Timmy, his mascara ran for the frist time! He looked a sight, and it made me cry even more. For the first time, I thought of him as my little girl. My sweet, darling daughter whom I could dress up and take out for shopping and share my secret thoughts with. I knew Timmy read my mind. He was too embarassed to say anything: his bravado had been washed away by his tears. Then he smiled the sweetest smile you can imagine. I thought he would hug me first, but he jumped onto Steve's lap and kissed his dad on the cheek. 'Daddy, I love you,' he said. 'I'm sorry I'm like this, but I can't help it. Thank you for loving me.' That just opened my floodgates, and I saw that Steve was no better. He hugged Timmy as tightly as he could and whispered something I couldn't quite make out. Timmy nodded and kissed his cheek again. Neither one of them has ever told me what he said." So many thoughts and emotions and ideas crowded my mind as I listened to the story. The funny thing of it was that I was no longer aroused. I had thought I'd have a permanent hard-on all day long in anticipation of seeing Tim again, but the poignancy of Laura's story had made me forget my lust. I thought of what it must have been like for eight year old Tim to go through such a potentially traumatic episode with his parents. It seemed to me that it could not have turned out any better for him, or for his parents. I ventured a comment. "Wow. I don't know what to say. I'm just...I'm so happy that it didn't turn out badly." "Thank you," she said. "I was, too. I knew in my heart that what happened would eventually happen, but that maybe it wouldn't come until much later. I thought that Timmy might grow out of his tendencies, if that's the right word, or that when he reached puberty and the hormones kicked in, that he would discover that he wanted to be with girls rather than to be one. I knew I was wrong, but I just didn't want for him to have endure the hardships I knew he would face." She shrugged. "Some hope, huh?" "Yeah -- I can imagine." Laura stood up and took her teacup to the sink. I thought of how much I liked her and how easily I could have fallen in love with her. It didn't hurt that she was beautiful, and now that she had taken me into her confidence I felt like I could trust her with anything. I was lost in my own thoughts for a little bit, as she washed her cup. Her next words startled me a bit. She had her back to me when she started talking. "Greg, promise me you'll be good to him. You have to make me the promise and stick to it. That's the only way you'll get to see him again, at least alone." She looked at me with a deadly serious expression. "I mean it." There was steel in her voice. I gulped in fear of saying the wrong thing. "Sure...I promise." I put my hand on my heart. "Swear to god." Laura turned fully around. "You have to say it again. Timmy -- Tabitha -- is so much in love with you, it breaks my heart. It makes me happy, too, but I have to know that you are not playing with him. I could never forgive that." She had crossed her arms, so I knew I was already "Mirandized!" Talk about a lioness and her cub.... I chose my words carefully. "I love him and I love her, even though I haven't met her, yet. I can't swear this any stronger than I already have. I'd die before I would hurt him. I'd kill anyone else who hurt him. You have to believe me." I had to fight back tears, again. "When I first saw him I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was weird. I never thought I'd be attracted to a boy. He had some quality that hooked me." Laura smiled. "As in, he's cute as hell?" I laughed. "Yes...no doubt about it. That face...his hair...the way he moves...." I stopped myself before I got too graphic. "You should see him as a girl," Laura said. "In fact, you're just about to." Oh my wonderful, loving, thoughtful, caring, do-anything-for-me, fucking god! I've always been an atheist (my parents were, too), but I found faith just long enough to thank HIM. "Are you serious?" I said. "Are you sure he wants to do it?" Duh on me. Why else would Laura have told me all of this? Laura smiled and clasped her hands in delight. "Oh, she has been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. Believe me. All her life, I think. We have always talked about princes and white knights and superheros who sweep the damsel off her feet and carry her away. Tabitha has been convinced that she would find her knight. I think she just might have. If you will be good to her, and be true to her, you'll have the sweetest princess you could ever hope to find." I stood up and bowed until my head hit the table -- unintentionally! We both laughed pretty hard at that. Laura rushed over to look at my forehead, but I insisted I was okay. After I recovered my balance, I placed my hands on her arms. I spoke quietly. "I promise you, and I promise your husband, and I promise -- above all -- your child, that I will make it my knight's mission to love her, and protect her, and do my best to make her happy. I will do nothing to hurt her, and I will do everything I can to help her along." Laura leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "We have a lot more to discuss, but -- if you don't mind -- I'd like to have Tabitha here for the rest of it." "That's more than fine with me," I said. "I can't wait to meet her." Chapter 4 I asked Laura if could use their bathroom before I met Tabitha. I wanted to rinse the coffee out of my mouth and check myself in the mirror before the "first" meeting. My mind was spinning nearly out of control, but in an entirely good way. I noticed that my hands shook a little. I knew it wasn't from the coffee. When I was sure that I was ready, I returned to the kitchen. Laura was still there. "Why don't you go back to the living room," she said. "I'll bring Tabitha down." She grinned as she added "It might take a little bit -- you know how girls are." She winked. She walked toward the stairs that led to the bedrooms, and I went back to the living room sofa. As I sat down, I was convinced that my heart beat as loudly as their grandfather clock. I had a little bit of tunnel vision, and I hoped that I wouldn't screw everything up when my true love arrived in the room. I heard two sets of footsteps descend the stairway. I couldn't see them, but I knew that I was just seconds away from meeting Tabitha. Neither of them spoke, or if they did it was in a whisper. I thought I heard a giggle. Good sign! A second later, Laura entered the room. I stood. "Greg," she said, "I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Tabitha." The most beautiful young lady I had ever seen turned the corner. My knees buckled and I thought I would pass out. I saw a vision of loveliness before me. Tabitha wore a predominantly white dress with a floral pattern added. I was by no means a fashion expert, but I knew that the dress set off her flowing hair and her pale blue eyes to a tee. She wore a rather dark shade of red lipstick, but I didn't see very much else in the way of cosmetics on her face. Definitely mascara, as her eyelashes looked to be a foot long. Tim had been blessed with lovely lashes anyway (another feature for the girls to envy), and the darkening of them framed his beautiful eyes perfectly. I was immediately impressed by how much better he looked than did most of the girls I knew. So many of them worked their hair to death and they wore tons of makeup. Tabitha was naturally beautiful, and she knew not to gild the lily. Tabitha wore a single strand pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings. Her dress was designed to show off the wonderfully tanned skin of her chest. The pearls gleamed against it. The earrings seemed to extend the brilliance of her flawless white teeth as she opened her mouth in an embarassed smile. I could see she was blushing furiously. I was, too! I looked down for a moment and saw her perfectly shaped legs, set off by sheer stockings. The hem line of her dress was just above her knees. Tabitha wore white pumps with, I calculated, about a two inch heel. Shoes a demure teenaged girl might wear to a garden party, or to church. To me, of course, they were beyond sexy. Sexy, too, was the tiny gold chain that adorned her right ankle. I think that the sexiest thing that Tabitha wore was a pair of elbow length white satin gloves. They may have been silk - I wasn't sure. I just knew that they were, for me, the things that completely feminized him. A garter belt and fishnet stockings could not have done a better job in that respect. Miniature, perfectly formed hands were something I had always found enormously attractive about Tim. We gazed at each other for a few moments. Then Laura broke the spell. "You can at least shake hands, you know," she said. I extended my hand and Tabitha gently received it. We shared another surge of energy. "I am so very pleased to meet you, Tabitha," I said. I lifted her hand to kiss it. "Your mother has told me all about you." I caught the exquisite scent of the perfume Tabitha wore. She must have learned the "lees is more" lesson from her mother. Laura touched both of our shoulders and directed us to the couch. Tabitha sat with me, fairly close, and we held hands. Laura sat across from us. Before she did, she pulled the chair to within arm's length. I knew that we would be there for a while. Chapter 5 Laura started by explaining to Tabitha what she had old me so far. Tabitha squeezed my hand a few times, when Laura mentioned various points in the story line. She did not interrupt very much; just when she needed to question a detail or add one. Before long we were all at the same level of understanding. Laura had mentioned my pledge to her regarding Tabitha, and that earned me a long kiss on the cheek and a hand squeeze that nearly broke my bones. Laura said to her child "Tabitha, I wanted to bring you in at this point so that you can tell Greg more about yourself. Your real self. You can tell him anything you like. Don't be embarassed." Tabitha took a deep breath. "I guess I just did my best to be what I knew I was. Mom taught me the basics, and she bought a whole bunch of girl's things for me. I haven't shown them to you, but I have a have a whole big closet full of dresses and shoes and everything else I need. Everything is in a room we keep locked unless it's just us at home." I was surprised at this. I think I knew where the door was, but I had never tried to open it. I pictured a pink room with a canopy bed and posters of pop stars on the walls. Tabitha continued. "I have been living two lives for almost seven years. Longer, I guess, since I was born this way. But after I turned eight I've been Tabitha to my mom and daddy. It's more who I am than Tim ever was. Mom just helped me to be as happy as I could be when I didn't have to show myself to everybody else. Do you understand?" "Yes," I nodded. "I think I do. You're pretty lucky she's your mom." Tabitha smiled at her. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Tell Greg what you and daddy did for me, mom." Laura looked a bit pained. "We managed to keep Tabitha a secret for a long time. Almost until we moved here. In fact, that's why we moved here." She paused. "Last May, in San Diego, Tabitha was was walking down our front stairway in heels. Not big ones, but I guess they were a new pair." Tabitha's grip on my hand tightened again, and she looked at the floor. "She was all dolled up - everything from head to toe. I was waiting for her in the kitchen. Then I heard a crash and a shout. I ran into the front room and saw blood. Way too much blood. That's all i saw. My dear child was bleeding all over everything." I put my arm around Tabitha and pulled her in closer. "My god," I said, "What happened?" Laura answered. "She had tripped and fallen down about four stairs, headlong into the glass pane of our front door. Both of hands hit the glass. Her right arm had a horrific gash and it looked like the glass had severed an artery. I grabbed her dress and managed to wrap the wound as tightly as I could. Her beautiful spring dress was almost all red in just a few seconds. I thought I might lose her. Steve wasn't home, so I had to run with her to the garage and jump in the car. I even hit the garage door on the way out, bacause it was so slow in opening. "By some miracle, I made it to the emergency room in just a few minutes. I had a police car following me, but when I got to the hospital the cop saw Tabitha and understood what was going on. He carried her into the building and the staff got to work right away. The poor thing had lost way too much blood, but I knew she would live." Tabitha was crying into my shoulder. I took her hand with my left hand, and kept my right arm around her. I stroked her hair gently, and I felt no guilt in doing it just a few feet from her mother. "I can't imagine her in pain," I said. "I don't want to." Laura nodded. "It was a few days of pain for her, but she was a real trooper. She pulled through and got her color and her energy back. Steve flew back from Europe immediately and spent a whole night with her in the hospital." The thought that should have come to me sooner popped into my head. I should have waited, but I asked it of Laura: "What about the clothes she was wearing.?" Laura winced. I regretted asking. "That..." she said after a pause, "that was the worst of it. Tabitha had to be stripped completely, of course, and so they discovered her secret. There was no way I could have gotten her back into boy clothes at home without watching her die. As soon as she was stabilized, the questions began. Why was a boy in a dress? Why did he wear stockings and heels? Panties? What was I doing to him?" Laura had a look of pure disgust, mixed with anger. "They couldn't just let it go," she said, through gritted teeth. "Idiots," I said. "That's too kind," Laura replied. "They were assholes to us. Complete assholes. They called in Family Services and questioned all three of us. Thank god, Steve and I had worked out cover stories with Tabitha in case she was discovered somehow. We were able to convince the doctors and the case workers that Timmy was playing a practical joke on a friend, and that he normally hated the thought of cross dressing. We assured everybody that we had not been in on the joke, and that Timmy thought I was out shopping when the accident occured. Eventually, they believed us. But, of course, word got around that Timmy was a transvestite. And gay. And a slut." Laura was spitting out the words. "Greg, you have no idea what she went through. My sweet girl did not get a moment's rest until we moved here. We tried to get the kids to let up, but that was a lost cause. We tried to get the school authorities to intervene, but they shrugged and said that maybe Tabitha should go to a private school. I told them what they could do with that idea. At least school was over pretty soon after Tabitha returned. As soon as summer started, she never left the house." I gave Tabitha a quick peck on the top of her head. I couldn't help but notice the heavenly smell of her hair. She sighed and nuzzled my shoulder. "I'm sorry," I said, quietly. She nodded. Laura went on. "Steve arranged a transfer to the east and we started looking for a new home in June. We found this house pretty quickly and...the rest you know." I didn't, but I figured I'd learn it soon enough. I spoke to Tabitha: "Are you okay sweetheart?" Tabitha lifted her head and gave me a weak smile. "Mm hmm. I just don't like to be reminded of all of that." Laura's expression lightened quite a bit. "You see, Greg: this is why I am so happy you two have found each other. I had hoped that she would meet a Prince Charming someday, but I thought that it would have to wait for years. It made me sad to think of her being alone for that long. She would always have us, of course, but I wanted her to fall in love, and to be loved by a boy with a good heart. And now she is." I had to ask the next question. "What does her dad think?" "He thinks she's in love with you, but it will be a few days before he's back. I'll have to tell him before Tabitha does, but he has come to terms with her situation so much, so far, that I am positive he will not have a problem with the two of you dating." I'll believe it when I hear it from him, I thought. "I don't want to cause any trouble," I said aloud. "Don't worry," Laura said. "Everything will be just fine." Tabitha spoke up. "Tell him about the medications, mom. Please." Laura smiled. "She gets nervous about them, and I don't know why. When we knew for sure that Tabitha wanted to be Tabitha for good, we started looking into hormone replacement therapy for her. It's very tricky to do it correctly, and it can be deadly if it's done wrong. Steve has contacts all over the world in pharmaceuticals, including endocrinologists and research scientists. He was able to make some discreet inquiries, and we learned that we could safely give Tabitha a regimen of medications that would prevent her from having a huge growth spurt and turning into a fully developed male. She was certain that she wanted to remain petite, and this - barring sn sct of god - is as big as she's going to get." "Yay!" Tabitha said, and all of us laughed. Laura went on: "Growth inhibitors are one part of it, and feminine hormones are another. We have to be very careful with those. We want to counteract the testosterone she makes naturally, but we don't want her to fully develop as a girl, yet. We all agreed that she would finish high school as a boy, then start the full sex change process after she graduates. It will work out the best that way, I think." Tabitha said in a pouty voice "I want breasts." I couldn't help but chuckle. Laura shook her head. "Sweetheart, you will get them soon enough. You have three pairs of fake ones in your room. Be happy you have them." I have to write that at this point, any trace of fear or dread I had had earlier was gone. I was completely at ease speaking to a mother about her transgendered son, while holding him and stroking his hair. It sounds too far-fetched, I know, but I swear that was the way it was. I remember that afternoon as clearly as I do this morning. I had been more nervous spending tme with my ex girlfriends and their parents. With Tabitha, it was as if I had become a member of her family. Laura went on: "To make a long story short, Tabitha needs to pass as a boy during the day, but she will eventually be a woman. She may have to move again during the process, but we think that the next move will be much less drastic than the last one. She can go out with you, but only to places at least an hour away, well away from here. We'll have to figure a system for sneaking her out." I had an idea. "What if I come over and park in your garage. Tanitha gets in and ducks down. We drive away and when we're out of town she can sit up. The same process when we return. Does that make sense?" Laura thought about it. "It's still risky. We have to assume that everyone around here is watching, and that your solution might appear a little strange. Don't get me wrong - it's a good idea, but we have one that might work better." I noticed that Tabitha was watching me intently. Laura took set of keys from a drawer in the small table behind her. "We have a cottage up in the mountains. Steve likes to fish, and we found it when we were looking for this place. It's not much, but it suits us and it will be a lot fun in the spring. It's about an hour away, too." This information sounded really, really good to me. I broke in "So I can drive her up there and she can carry her clothes with her?" Captain Obvious, yet again. "That's right," Laura said. Only on the weekends, if you can get permission from your mom and dad. "They won't mind," I said. "Two friends going out of town overnight won't seem odd to them." Laura tilted her head a bit and shrugged. "Remember, Tabitha's fourteen. They might have a question or two. I'll need to get the okay from your mom before you go." "No problem," I said. "Just don't mention the Tabitha part. That'll have to come later." "Understood," Laura replied. She waited a moment to continue. "Now comes the awkward part of the conversation." As if everything else had been ordinary! "The sex part." I'm sure that Tabitha could feel me cringe as much as I did her. We both looked away. Laura tried not to laugh. "Oh come on, you two, you knew it was coming." I wanted to slide back behind the sofa cushions. Tabitha pulled her hands back to her lap and scooted just an inch or two away from me. She stared at the floor. Laura rolled here eyes. "Look, Greg, you are a 17 year old man. Not a boy anymore, a man. I have had lots of experiences with 17 year old men, believe me. There is one thing on your mind all day long. Don't try to deny it." I couldn't speak, either to confirm or deny what she had just said. I just wanted to be magically transported from the room, back to my house. Or maybe to the South Pole. "Tabitha, you are a 14 year old girl. I was a also a 14 year old girl, once. So I can truly say that I've been there and done that. Besides, we've talked about sex before, and we have gone over what you can expect when it's time for you to be intimate with a real boy." Tabitha uttered a low groan. Laura laughed. "Oh, for heaven's sake - lighten up, both of you. Your'e in love with each other. Sex is going to happena dn you both know it." Tabitha and I snuck a glance and a grin at each other. Laura continued. "Here are the situations as I see them. You can see each other as much as you like, and you can try to remain celibate. That will be torture for both of you. I don't expect that either of you would want to live like that for very long. Probably not even a week. Am I right? Tell me the truth." The two of us on the couch nodded and muttered our agreement. "Okay then, I'll talk about situation two. You go out on dates as we dicussed, far enough away, and you wind up making out in Greg's car out in a lover's lane somewhere. Or at the cottage. At the cottage is fine, but anywhere outdoors, even in a car, is off-limits. Too many bad things could happen. The best of them would be that the police catch you and get all of us parents involved. I don't want that. I'm sure Steve wouldn't, either." I couldn't argue with her. As I had mentioned before, there were plenty of violent idiots out there who would have loved to beat a gay couple to a pulp. Or worse. Or even to give a straight couple a hard time, just for fun. I was really surprised by what Laura said next. Tabitha was, too, as she told me later. "The best situation, as I see it, is that you make love here." Laura paused to give us time to let it sink in. "Here's my reasoning: Tabitha, you have the best of both worlds. You get to be a girl, without having to worry about getting pregnant. If you were biologically a girl, I'd never consider allowing you to have sex so early. As it is - as you are - I'm willing to allow you the freedom to have sex, as long as it is only with Greg. Do you understand?" Tabitha's voice barely rose above a whisper. "Yes. I understand." "Good, my love. My greatest concern for you is your safety. Too many bad things could hsppen to you if you're not careful. I believe that Greg will be good to you, and true to you, and I believe that he has your safety and happiness in mind all of the time. He's already told me so." Tabitha nodded and turned to give me the sweetest smile I'd ever seen from anyone. Laura looked at me. "Greg, I won't lie. It will be strange to know that my child is having sex in my house, especially when I'm here. I can live with that. You will always be welcome to visit, and to spend nights here as often as you'd like. There are conditions, though." Was I dreaming this? Tabitha's mom was telling me that I could have practically unlimited sex with Tabitha? I honestly thought that I might have already died and moved on to the next world. If so, heaven was pretty sweet. "First condition," Laura said, "You will not have sex - of any kind -- with anyone else as long as you are with Tabitha." I nodded. "Second: you will be careful with her. I think you know what I mean. No rough stuff. Nothing that could put either of you in danger. Do you understand?" Visions of all sorts of sex acts passed through my mind. I really must have been naive, and I didn't know exactly what she meant. "I understand," I said, thinking that Tabitha and I could work out the details, later. "The next condition is that sex will only take place in Tabitha's room, when you're here. Even if Steve and I are away, you will not so much as kiss each other anywhere else in the house. Agreed?" I nodded. "Then the last condition is that you both promise that you will not breathe a word of this agreement to anyone outside of this household. I swear that if I hear of anyone else finding out about it, I will separate you two permanently. Am I clear?" I could tell she meant it! "Very clear," I said. I turned to Tabitha. "I will never break this secret as long as we are together. You are my true love, and I will do anything to be with you." Tabitha kissed me on the cheek again. She spoke to her mother. "Mom, I promise you that I will do everything you ask. Thank you so much for letting this happen. I couldn't be happier. And I will always try to make you happy, and proud of me." Laura stood. Tabitha and I followed suit. Laura offered a hand to each of us. "Alright then," she said, "I see no reason why the two of you should not retire to Tabitha's room and get to know each other better." We broke up in laughter. Uneasy laughter for me - this was all still pretty unreal - but I really got the sense that the hard part was over. Well, one "hard part" remained, but it was soon the be taken care of. "Should I give you a guided tour of the secret room?" Laura asked. Tabitha stamped her foot. "Mom!" she groaned. Laura laughed. "Let's go, Greg," Tabitha said to me, with a wink. Tabitha took my right hand in her delicate, gloved hand and led me to the staircase. I watched the movement of her legs and the sway of her rear as she started up the stairs. I was intoxicated by her scent, and by the swell of desire within me. My erection returned, and every step I took was painful from the pressure in my jeans. I couldn't resist brushing my free hand against Tabitha's butt. She giggled and murmured "Just a few steps more, and it's all yours."