A Daddy's Discovery
By: Malissa Madison
I sat watching my son playing in the back yard with the other kids in
the neighborhood. 'Hmmm,' I thought to myself, "at seven years old he
sure has a lot more girls for friends than I had.'
There were five of them and they were playing with their Barbie's like
they were dating his G I Joe's or something. Then I noticed he wasn't
the least bit shy about playing with the Barbie's, at his age you
couldn't have gotten me near one. But I didn't want to say anything, he
was happy and it had been a while since I'd noticed him having this
much fun.
I popped the top on another beer and turned back to reading the morning
newspaper, keeping an eye on them as I scanned the latest headlines. He
got up and moved over closer to one of the girls, I think her name was
Sandy. Then when he sat back down I noticed how he tucked his legs up
under him the way the girls were sitting.
After a few minutes he got up and came over to me. "Daddy can we go
inside and have cookies and milk, please?"
"Sure you can, do you need me to help?"
"No we can manage Daddy. Do you want another Beer?"
"No I really doubt I'll finish this one. But thank you for asking," I
said looking at him kind of funny. He'd been calling me Daddy a lot
lately, and while it didn't really bother me, it was unusual.
I watched as they all filed into the kitchen, there was something about
the way he walked. It had always been there but it wasn't until I saw
him with the other girls that it stood out. 'The other Girls?' had I
really just thought that?
Well the neighborhood was pretty heavy on girls, he'd get to hang out
with more boys in two more weeks once school started. That reminded me
we still had to shop for his school clothes. Damn where had the summer
gone too?
I knew where it had gone, I'd been doing everything I could to try and
bring us both out of our grief. Lenore had died just before summer
started. And it had seemed like neither of us would survive her loss.
But we had, and I had thought we'd grown closer together as a result.
But now I wondered if I was missing something important about my son.
I looked around the back yard and saw the shape the flower beds were
in. Had Miss Delaney been gardening while she was taking care of him?
They looked like they'd recently been worked. There weren't any of his
toy trucks scattered around either. His tree house, though only being a
play house on stilts because Lenore was afraid he might fall, looked
more like a little girls play house with the flowered curtains and the
flower box filled with Marigolds
Closing my paper I stood up to go inside and sat back down in shock.
Tommy was standing in the kitchen serving milk and cookies carrying a
doll on his hip. But the biggest shock was that he had on Lenore's
apron, and a pair of her heels. His long hair had been pulled back in a
ponytail and tied with a ribbon, and he was so cute. It was easy to
imagine that if he'd had a sister that was what she'd have looked like,
a miniature version of her Momma.
I just sat there watching him. He moved like a young girl. And I could
see him laughing with the others. Everything inside of me said I should
march in there and put a stop to it, that wasn't how I was raised. But
the father in me said, 'He's happy, and who the hell is it hurting
anyway. He's been through so much already.'
"Dave, is Annie still over here?" asked Sarah our neighbor stepping
onto the patio.
"Oh Sarah, sorry. Yes they're in the kitchen having milk and cookies,"
she glanced at the window then back at me.
"Dave, it's just harmless fun, please don't get mad at him," she said
and I realized she was afraid of my reaction.
"I know Sarah, besides look how sh, I mean he is," I corrected myself.
And we locked eyes for a moment. "He does this at your house too
doesn't he?" it wasn't an accusation it was curiosity.
"Yes, only Ummm, he likes to fully dress the part," she said biting her
lip.
I smiled to ease the tension. "As long as he's happy and not getting
hurt." I said.
Suddenly there was a flurry of activity in the house and I realized
they'd seen us watching. A moment later the girls came out followed by
Tommy looking very much like a little boy again but blushing. Well it
was my Friday off and we still had Saturday and Sunday together.
"Tommy, Annie and I are going shopping for school tomorrow. How about
if you and your Dad come along, and then I can help him make sure you
get the right sizes?"
"Can we Daddy, I mean Dad?" I realized again that he'd called me Daddy
a lot, just like a little girl. Boys his age usually said Dad.
"Of course we can, it'll be great having a woman's opinion on how
things should fit." I'd remembered buying him a T-shirt that had
swallowed him up. He of course slept in it, even though, or perhaps
especially after I'd accidently put it in a washer load of reds and it
had come out pink. Now I wondered about finding one of Lenore's nitie's
in his room. I had thought that he slept with it since it would remind
him of her.
They went out into the yard and began swinging together.
"Dave, are you ok?" asked Sarah.
"Sarah I think Tommy might be leaning more towards becoming Tammy," a
said. When she didn't say anything I looked at her.
"Would you be ok if that was what she really wanted?" something in her
tone of voice said she was on the edge of going protective mother on
me.
"Sarah, I, I just want my s, my child to be happy. I wouldn't love him
any less if he wanted to be Tammy. She would still be my child, only
then she would be my daughter."
"She's been so afraid of how you would react. Especially after that
story on the news about that girl in Chicago," she said. I remembered
the news report. The seventeen year old had finally come out to her
parents and her father had beat her to death.
"Oh god," I suddenly realized how frightened he'd been after that, and
how he'd seemed to be even more careful about keeping things picked up
and put away. "How can I, I mean how should I tell her it's ok? That I
will love her no matter who she wants to be?"
Now grinning Sarah stood up. "Girls, could you come here a minute?"
They all ran over in front of us, Tommy standing a bit behind the rest.
"Mr Freeman wants to meet Tammy," she said. A lot of jaws dropped open
and they stepped aside. Then I held out my arms.
"Come here Sweetie," I said.
Eyes wide open, half scared, and she stepped into my arms, tears
beginning to run down her cheeks. "I'm, I'm sorry Daddy."
Hugging her tightly I drew my head back, and then lifted her eyes to
mine. "No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you were afraid to tell me about
wanting to be Tammy."
"But Daddy, I'm a boy."
"Do you know what I've been seeing all afternoon?" I asked.
"No Dad, Daddy."
"I've been watching you playing with the other little girls, how happy
you are. How much you are just like they are. And then I saw you
serving milk and cookies to the other girls with your doll on your hip,
wearing your Momma's apron and, and her heels. You're the prettiest
little girl any Daddy could ever want."
Her eyes got huge, still filled with tears. "What about that girl in
Chicago, Daddy?"
"I won't let that happen to you. I'll be here to protect you from
ignorant people like that." I thought of something I'd seen the girls
do throughout the summer and lifted my pinky up to her. "I pinky
Promise."
"I wish you were my Daddy," said Annie.
"Well I'll sure look out for you too, just like a Daddy would, but I
don't think your Momma's quite ready to do that yet." I told her. Could
she know about me and Sarah? That I'd been outside crying last week,
and her mother had come to comfort me, and that we had both ended up
screwing our brains out on the lounge chair she now sat on? Or that I'd
punched her father's drunken lights out two days ago when he tried to
force her to have sex with him when he showed up at the door drunk at
one AM? Sure I'd known why they'd gotten divorced. Lenore had even
called me the night he'd put Sarah in the hospital, to tell me that was
where she was with Annie and Tommy. I'd gone to their house while he
was still locked up in jail and put in new locks.
In reality I wasn't sure of myself, Lenore hadn't even been gone four
months. Would she understand? I didn't want to marry someone I didn't
love, just to give my child a mother.
I had looked up at Sarah and the look in her eyes told me that she
understood, and she herself wasn't ready to move forward in that
direction. It had just been mutual sex between us.
The smell of a grill drifted across the back yard, and then Rhonda
Mills looked over the fence on the other side of us. "Hey anyone over
here want to come to a Barbecue?"
"That depends Rhonda," said Sarah. "Are you inviting Dave and Tommy or
Dave and Tammy?"
"Really, he finally found out and he's ok with it?"
"Yes Rhonda, I most certainly am." I realized I was grinning.
"This calls for a block party," she said. "Girls go tell your Mommies.
Rachel tell your Daddy he's invited too. Dave is going to want his
advice." Rhonda advised.
Mr Spears was the newest resident in the neighborhood. And I suddenly
realized that the rest were either divorced or widowed. The Spears'
were the only couple that were still married. Rachel also had two older
twin brothers.
"Annie why don't you take Tammy and find her something pretty to wear?"
Sarah took my hand and led me toward my own back door. "I'll help her
Daddy get ready."
We'd just gotten to my bedroom when Rhonda stepped through the door.
"Hey I thought we were going to share," she said to Sarah. "Besides you
have a head start already." She was practically ripping off her clothes
as she got on the bed.
Sarah pushed me back onto my bed and said you get his shirt I'll get
his pants," and then they giggled.
I'd never had a double blowjob before, but damn was it great. Soon
though Rhonda mounted my cock while Sarah sat on my face. We soon
changed positions and they took turns licking each other while I fucked
them.
Then as I began to cum in Rhonda, Sarah said, "Oh how I miss Lenore's
sweet tongue."
It had been a long time since Lenore and I had engaged in group sex.
Not since Tommy was born. I'd promised her I wouldn't fuck another
woman unless she brought her into our bed. And she'd promised me she
wouldn't fuck any other guys unless I was there with her and approved.
Of course I knew she liked sex with other women, I even knew that she
and Sarah had been seeing each other after her divorce.
We'd discussed it between us and she was slowly bringing Sarah around
to the idea of a threesome with me. But then Lenore had died when she
was hit by the speeding car in the parking lot of the grocery store.
I hadn't had sex with anyone else until last week. And here I was in
our bed fucking with her two best friends. As Rhonda walked on her
knees up over me I knew that Lenore did understand, especially when
Rhonda did the one thing that Lenore always loved. She lowered her
cream filled pussy to my face. Soon I found Sarah riding my revived
cock as she hugged Rhonda from behind, the fingers of one hand
spreading open that hot wet pussy as I lapped up the cum drooling out
of it.
Another quick cum and I felt more relaxed than I had ever felt in the
last four months. The two women just giggled as we hurried to get
dressed before our daughters caught us.
An hour later I was in Rhonda's back yard, visiting with everyone when
Rachel's parents showed up. With them was Miss Delany, the only single
person in the neighborhood that was neither divorced or a parent. She'd
quickly become our most trusted Babysitter when Lenore was still alive.
I noticed right away how she and Jennifer Spears, Rachel's step Mom got
along. And then I found myself sitting at a patio table with the two of
them.
Lori Delany was very pretty, but her arms and one side of her face
showed the signs that she wasn't a stranger to violence. I'd wanted to
ask what had happened since she started babysitting for us eight months
ago when she moved to the neighborhood. But I didn't want to pry in
case it was too painful.
"Dave," she finally said after a few minutes of silence. "I want you to
know how glad I am that you are being supportive of Tammy. I know how
cruel some people can be to Transgendered girls."
"Yes especially parents who claim they're doing the things they do out
of love," added Jennifer.
Now I was confused, why would they be saying something like that?
"Dave, Martin is my Transitional Therapist," Lori said. "I moved here
to get away from my parents who thought they could beat it out of me."
I must have looked shocked. "Did you know that Rachel is Transgendered
too? Or that I am?" asked Jennifer her step mother. "When Lori told
Martin about the house for sale we decided we'd like to live in a nice
quiet neighborhood. So we bought it and haven't regretted it once."
"Miss Lori, Daddy says I can be Tammy now, isn't that wonderful?" Tammy
said as she climbed into my lap.
"Yes and when school starts you and Rachel will both be in my class,"
she smiled.
"You're a teacher?" I asked surprised that I hadn't already known that.
She giggled then. "Yes I figured since I could never have children of
my own, I wanted to teach those around me."
I'd known that Jennifer was a teacher, but hadn't thought too much
about it. I knew she was awfully young, even as a step mother. But
Rachel and the twins Brad and Chad really treated her more like a
mother, than a step mom.
"Dave, I see you're getting to know everyone a lot better," said Martin
as he joined us finally. "Have you given any thoughts to who you want
to take Tammy to for her transitional therapy? She'll need a Transition
letter for school you know."
"Martin, I think I'd rather it be someone we know and trust. Or do you
think you're too close to her situation?" I was worried about taking
her to someone neither of us knew.
As we talked Tammy took off to play with the rest of the girls, and I
noticed how Rachel's brothers were watching out for her.
Eventually the subject of sex came up. I was curious about how to have
the talk with Tammy when she got into high school and became interested
in boys. What could she expect, all the things I'd heard about?
"Dave," Jennifer started. "I'm strictly what they refer to as a bottom
girl. I take the role of wife seriously, and since I graduated college
I've not used my clit to fuck anyone but another girl."
"Me too," chimed in Lori. "We're both traditional girls." They giggled
a moment then Lori said, "Of course it's always nice to have a man suck
my clit while he's getting my Coochie ready."
"Yes but your big problem is there aren't that many men around here
that are either open minded enough, or that don't expect you to bang
their ass too," added Martin bluntly. By the look in her eyes I
realized that was one of the things she'd confided in therapy.
"Don't get me wrong, I love sucking cock and getting my ass fucked
until I cum. I just don't like fucking a man in the ass with my clit."
Said Lori. Then looking at me she asked, "Have you ever been with a
Transgirl before?" I knew she was trying to find a way to change the
subject.
"Ummm, no actually until I started noticing things about Tammy I'd
never really given it a lot of thought," I answered honestly. "But I
think I should probably learn as much as I can so that when she starts
dating I'll be prepared to answer questions."
I know I shouldn't have been that attracted to her, she was after all
my Babysitter and would be Tammy's teacher when she went back to
school. Or maybe it was the two beers I'd had with the barbecue.
"Maybe I could help you learn a few things," she blushed.
"Perhaps Tammy would like to come to her first sleepover?" suggested
Jennifer out of the blue.
"A splendid idea, I think maybe these two need some time alone to
discuss the finer points of a Transgirl's charms," said Martin.
We were talking and hadn't realized that the others had moved away to
give us more privacy, when Tammy rushed up to us.
"Daddy, Rachel wants me to come to her house for a sleep over. What
should I do?"
I pulled her up into my lap looking into her eyes. "Do you want to go
and have fun with the other girls?"
"Yes Daddy but I don't have a night gown." She answered.
Now Lori got excited all over again, "If you'll excuse us I think I
might have one she can wear."
It never crossed my mind to ask why she would have something that would
fit Tammy. But then there had been a few times that she had watched her
for a few days while I had business trips out of town, and Tammy had
stayed with her. She said she would help Tammy and walk her to the
sleep over then meet me at my house.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Sure I'd had anal sex
with my wife and others before Tammy was born. But that was different,
wasn't it?
The doorbell rang about forty five minutes later and I opened it to
find Lori there with her little overnight bag. I invited her in and we
sat on the sofa talking much the same as we did whenever she came over
to watch Tammy. The big difference here was that she sat as close as
possible to me, her hand resting on my thigh.
She giggled nervously and leaned in to kiss me. "Dave relax," she said.
"With the exception of the size of my clit and the fact that my ass is
also my pussy I'm just like any other girl you've ever been with. So
treat me that way, I'll let you know if you're doing something I don't
like."
We were kissing and I soon forgot that she was Transsexual as her hand
began massaging my stiff cock through my slacks. Her top came off and
then her bra as I gently rubbed and massaged her breasts. Leaning in I
was intrigued by the piercings through her stiff nipples. The little
rings, catching on the tip of my tongue causing her to moan and gasp
with growing desire.
Soon I was naked with her in just her pantys as she knelt in the floor
sucking on my cock. It felt so warm and heavenly as she slowly worked
it into her throat. Her eyes never left mine the whole time and I could
see her tears as she gagged a bit swallowing me down to the base.
Oh how I wanted to fuck her right there, but she deserved the comfort
of a bed. And I knew if I didn't act soon I was going to blow my load.
I pulled her up into my lap and she giggled rotating her ass around on
my hard cock as I wrapped my arms around her. One arm under her shapely
little ass, the other around her waist I struggled a bit to stand up.
"Dave?" she questioned.
"I'm taking you to my bed," I answered. "We'll be more comfortable
there."
When I leaned forward laying her gently in the middle I said, "It's my
turn to explore."
Kneeling between her legs I let my tongue caress her stiff pierced
nipples, as she rocked her hips, rubbing her panty covered crotch
against my cock. Oh how I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I had to
slow down, I had to do this right. I'd stopped thinking of her as a
Transsexual before I'd carried her to my bed. And now feeling her stiff
clit wedged back in her pantys rubbing hard against my cock it came
flooding back to me. I could feel that it wasn't very big, but still it
was huge compared to a real clit.
I'd never sucked on a cock before, though I'd tasted another man's cum
in my wife's pussy back before Tammy was born and we'd had our wilder
sexual side.
She looked unsure as I kissed and nibbled my way down to her pierced
naval, the glittering pendant moving to the side as I swirled my tongue
in deep before continuing downward.
At the top of her satin pantys she hesitated, while I pressed my nose
to her clit. I wasn't sure what I'd expected, but I slowly moved my
hands to the backs of her wide open knees, slowly lifting them upward
and letting them almost close as her ass tilted upward in front of me.
I inhaled her musky scent, felt the damp drool slick crotch on my nose.
Then I kissed the head of her trapped clit. The cream wetting her
crotch as I sucked and nibbled before her hands caught the waist band
and pushed her pantys down.
I pulled my face back just enough to let them slip past and was
rewarded by her stiff clit jumping up at me. I stopped thinking about
it and sucked it into my mouth as she worked her pantys to her knees
before pulling one leg free.
She was writhing on the bed panting and moaning. Slowly I released her
clit from my mouth and moved downward, my tongue finding her already
excited pucker. She let out a little mew of anticipated pleasure as I
pushed my tongue in deep, my previous experiences coming back to me as
I prepared her for my cock. My hand gripping her clit I began to stroke
it as I wormed my tongue in and out feeling her squeezing it,yet
growing more excited and ready. I was pushing great gobs of spit into
her, knowing it needed to be really wet first. And then her tiny hole
clamped down as she began to buck and came in my hand. I did my best to
catch it all as I continued to drive my tongue in deeper and deeper
feeling her begin to open up even more now.
When she reached down to pull me up over her I responded by easing up,
my cum filled hand going to my cock making it slick with her own cream
before I pressed it gently to her opening. The feel of her slowly
spreading open around my cock was almost too much and I had to keep
stopping to let myself calm down. The urge to just slam in all the way
was nearly overpowering, but finally I felt my bloated balls pressed
against her as we kissed and then she began moving her hips, and there
was no more thought about her in any other way than as a woman beneath
me as we began to make passionate love. My cock slamming in and out,
her clit growing stiff between us.
And then as I finally began to cum her clit began to squirt her cream
out to coat her breasts, some reaching as far as her face.
Still semi erect I lay there, my cock soaking in her tightness, I
kissed her face, her lips, licked her cream off her cheek. Then bent my
head and began licking her breasts clean. The taste of her cream was
like a shot of aphrodisiac, my cock grew harder than before inside of
her and I began rocking my hips fucking in and out. My own cum was now
the best lubricant we could have.
Suddenly she giggled and rolled us over so she was on top. My hand
reaching up to caress and massage her breasts, the rings catching
between my fingers bringing little excited gasps each time I teased
them. A soft glow seemed to radiate around us as I became lost in her
charms. Her strawberry blonde hair flowed out around our faces as she
leaned forward to kiss me. When she drew back it was like a halo had
framed her face momentarily, and my arms curled around her, my hands
spreading out over her back pulling her back down for another deeper
more passionate kiss. As she started to sit back up I spoke from deep
in my heart the words I hadn't spoken to any other woman but Lenore, "I
Love You Lori."
"Wh, what?"
"I love you," I answered again. When she started to get off of me I
tightened my grip around her. "I, I really mean it Lori, I love you."
She began to cry then, big soft tears rolling down her cheeks. "You
can't love me Dave. No one loves me," she tried to get loose but I held
her tightly rolling her over onto her back as she struggled to get
free.
Pinning her beneath me I said it again speaking from my heart.
"Lori Delany, I Love You. You are the first Woman who has ever made me
feel so alive, so needed since Lenore died. And I intend to marry you."
"Stop it, stop right now Dave, we can't," she was crying more now.
"What about, what about Tammy, Dave? She, she needs a real mother."
"Yes one who truly understands what she is going to go through, who
loves her and will be able to help her more than someone who is
different than she is." I reasoned.
"No Dave, I won't marry you just to give Tammy a step mother who
understands her," she said. "Besides she won't want me to take her
mother's place."
She finally managed to struggle free, but didn't move to run away.
As much as I wanted to grab her again and hold her there I knew I
couldn't force her. "Lori, I would never marry someone I didn't love
just to give Tammy a mother," I reached my hand up to cup her face, my
thumb wiping at her tears. "Please don't go. Please stay here with me,
now and for the rest of our lives together."
"Dave I, I," she jumped up and ran into my bathroom closing the door.
I got up and crossed the room. "Lori, please. I could see it in your
eyes too, you love me just as much as I love you," I said.
"Dave, I, I, can't love you. I just can't," she was crying again and I
slowly opened the door. She was sitting on the toilet, her face buried
in her hands crying.
I knelt beside her my arms going around her gently. "I know you're
scared Lori, I'm scared too. I'm afraid because after all these years I
finally found someone else besides Lenore who doesn't make me feel
used. You make me feel loved, and I do love you. And I can see it in
Tammy's eyes. She loves you."
"I'm scared Dave, I, I never felt loved before," she finally admitted.
"But, but when, when I first realized Tommy wanted to be Tammy I, I
wanted to help her. I never dreamed of it turning into something more,"
she finally admitted as she buried her face against my shoulder.
"That's why you bought her the nitie's and let her sleep over at your
house whenever you watch her now?" I asked gently. I'd finally realized
what had been happening and she lifted her face to look at me. "Don't
you see, you're already more of a mother to her than anyone else could
ever be?"
When she was finished I picked her up and carried her back to bed,
laying down next to her. I gently caressed her cheek as I kissed her,
"We'll go slowly, but I want you to know that I do love you. And Tammy
loves you. And I don't care what anyone else thinks about anything."
She let me hold her and I found myself rocking her gently until we both
fell asleep.
I woke up to the shifting of weight on the bed, and opened my eyes to
find Tammy sitting there on the other side of Lori.
When Lori lifted her head to look Tammy leaned over and hugged her
tightly. "Are you going to be my Mommy now?" there was so much hope in
her words, I knew that Lori could feel it too.
"I, Tammy I don't know yet. I, I would like to be. But your Daddy and I
still have to figure a few things out first," she answered.
"Will you go with us to buy my new clothes?" asked Tammy.
"Please Lori, you'll know better what to buy so she doesn't have
problems with finding things that fit correctly," I reasoned.
"Pleeeeease," begged Tammy.
"Ok, but you need to let your Daddy and I get dressed and get some
breakfast first," she finally answered. When Tammy was out of the room
she asked, "Dave could you maybe go get my clothes from down stairs?"
I kissed her lips softly. "Yes and you can have the shower first." I
grabbed a robe and slipped it on before heading down stairs only to run
into Tammy carrying not just our discarded clothes but Lori's overnight
bag. She followed me back into the room while Lori was in the shower.
"Thank you Daddy, I'm happy you want Mommy Lori to be my Mommy." She
hugged me tightly. "I need a Mommy, and Lori is always like a Mommy
when she watches me. She buys me pretty things too."
I kissed her cheek and patted her bottom. "You better run along so we
can finish getting ready," I told her.
I slipped into the shower with Lori and we kissed as we scrubbed each
other's backs. I got my first clear look at her pierced nipples,
"Didn't that hurt when you got those done?"
"Yes," she giggled. "It hurt like hell, but I was being defiant at the
time. I thought the guy loved me because he was getting his done too,
but we broke up a week later when I caught him with someone else."
I hugged her to me as I helped her dry off. She was still a bit shy
about my seeing her naked. As soon as I finished getting dressed I let
her use the bathroom to do her makeup.
Downstairs I found Tammy on the phone with Rachel and listened
curiously.
"I think it's working. They were sleeping together when I got home. And
I asked if she was going to be my Mommy. I really hope she wants to be
my Mommy." Tammy was saying.
I crept back upstairs to my room to find Lori almost ready. "You asked
me about Tammy wanting you to be her Mommy," I said as I held my finger
to my lips and then pressed the speaker button on the bedside phone.
"But we have to make sure they have lots of time together," Rachel
said. "That's how we got our Mommy and Daddy together."
"My Daddy really loves her too, you can tell by the way he looks at her
all dreamy eyed," she giggled. "And Mommy Lori looks at him the same
way, but she's kind of scared. I think maybe she never had anyone to
love her like we do."
"Don't push too much, you don't want her to get scared and run away."
"Rachel who are you talking to? And what are you talking about?" asked
Jennifer in the background. She hung up quickly.
When we came down Tammy was waiting for us and I saw she had a pretty
porceline doll that I had noticed once when I was over at Lori's to
pick her up after my last business trip. The same doll she was carrying
on her hip yesterday while serving cookies and milk.
I decided I wanted to take us out for breakfast, I wanted Lori to get
used to being seen in public with us. And I really wanted my daughter
to know that I accepted her.
As we walked out to the car Tammy reached up holding both our hands.
Then as she got in Lori reminded her to fasten her seat belt as Sarah
and Rhonda arrived to ask about our shopping plans for the day. We had
a quick discussion and decided to meet up at the Mall after breakfast.
Over breakfast I finally asked one of the questions that I was curious
about. "How long have you known about Tammy?" I asked her.
Now with a sheepish grin on her face she answered, "Since I noticed her
on the playground two years ago."
"What?" I asked quietly. Two years ago Tammy was in kindergarten. And
Lenore was walking the four blocks to school and back every day. That
was about the same time that the Lori had moved into the neighborhood.
"Dave, I talked to your wife about it a lot. She was worried as was I
about how you might react."
"She never said anything to me about it," I began.
"Dave, she thought it was best if she gradually let it show more and
more to give you time to accept it."
"Why would she be worried about me not accepting it?" I asked in shock.
"Dave, think about it. Think about how you were both raised. I know her
concerns, I, my own parents weren't accepting of me," she said absently
rubbing the scars on her arms and on the side of her face.
"Oh god, she, that's what was bothering her the last year? She had this
huge secret and she couldn't be sure of my reaction," I looked at Tammy
then, pulling them both into my arms.
That seemed to break down the last of the barriers as we began to talk.
Lenore had known about Tammy for at least a year before she died. And
then after losing her mother Tammy had withdrawn and only recently
begun to emerge more in front of me. She'd thought her Mommy had died
because she wanted to be a girl. But it had taken a lot of talks with
Lori to convince her that it wasn't her fault, and that her Mommy
wanted her to be happy.
We were shopping and had met up with the others, Lori took to her
mothering role as if she'd been born to it. And I wondered how Sarah
and Rhonda were going to react when I had to tell them that I intended
to marry Lori.
But it was Jennifer who set my mind at ease on that matter.
They've been wondering when you were going to let them know that you're
going to be exclusive with Lori," she said out of the blue. "They saw
it happening last night before you left the barbecue."
"Then I guess there's no time like the present," I grinned remembering
that we'd been discussing getting Tammy's ears pierced for her.
"Lori, Tammy, let's go get your ears pierced," I said holding hands as
we entered the jewelry store. While she was busy helping Tammy select
her first piercing studs and several pairs of earrings for after they
healed, I quickly bought a ring.
As Tammy giggled and showed off her new pierced ears I steered us
toward the fountains in the middle of the mall. Martin had showed up by
then with the twins and asked Jennifer what was going on.
"Just wait and see, but I think were almost where he wants to be," she
told her husband as I held Lori's hand beside the big fountain.
Dropping to one knee I looked up into her eyes.
"Lori Delany, will do me the honor of becoming my Wife and Mother to my
Daughter?" I slipped the ring onto her finger.
"D, Dave?" she glanced around at everyone before saying, "Yes, yes I
will."
An older woman nearby said, "Well I never!" hearing her Lori gasped in
shock, but I already had my arms around her before I heard the woman
say, "You can't be serious about 'HIM' to be your wife." I realized it
had been directed at me.
Finally Lori twisted in my arms, her right hand extending out to slap
the woman across the face before Martin was there between them. "Mrs
Delany, you are in violation of the restraining order. Or are you
wanting to go back to jail?"
The others had now placed themselves between us and Lori buried her
face in my shoulder. Her tears soaking into my shirt.
"I'm sorry Dave. I'm sorry she had to show up and ruin everything,"
Tammy tugged on both our arms for attention, and I let go with one arm
to lift her into the hug. "It's not ruined Mommy," she said.
"M, Mommy? Did she just call him Mommy?" I heard the woman ask.
Now with her arms around us both Lori turned to the Woman. "That's
right 'MOTHER' she called me Mommy. Something you never were, or ever
will be."
"But, how can you ever hope to be a mother to a sweet little girl like
that, or a Wife?"
The crowd was growing now, and I could see the hope in her eyes that
she was getting support.
"Lady, you best not be degrading Miss Delany. She's one of the best
teachers my children have ever had." There was a lot of angry parents
adding their support.
"But she's not really," she never got the chance to finish her
statement.
"She has made no attempt to hide the facts about her birth, and she has
done everything required by law and the PTA. And if you try to
interfere with her life in anyway, I will personally see to it that you
regret it," said a newcomer. Just before Mrs Delany was escorted out by
Mall Security.
"Mr Richards, I'm sorry about this, I, I," began Lori.
"Lori, I meant what I said to her. You are too valuable as a teacher
for us to even consider letting you leave," he held her hand. "If you
look around you'll see there are quite a few here who support you." She
started looking around us.
And then it started, one by one at first. "Miss Delany,
congratulations, when's the wedding." "Lori, I'm so happy for you
dear." "You are already a wonderful teacher, I can't imagine you would
be any less wonderful as a Mommy." On and on it went, parents,
teachers, and students. Everyone who had ever met her congratulated
her. All the while Mr Richards stood nearby. Finally as they continued
on with their shopping he introduced himself.
"Mark Richards, I'm with the State Board of Education."
"Dave Freeman," I shook his hand. "I'm happy to know that she has so
much support and so many who accept her."
"Well it wasn't easy. She had a lot of opposition to overcome," he said
with no small amount of pride. "She and Jennifer Spears are two of our
best teachers."
Smithfield, was a private school. But still it had to abide by state
regulations. And I quickly found out that their acceptance as well as
support of both young teachers had been the reason behind some other
teachers and longtime supporting family's leaving the school. But they
had found others who had accepted and supported their decisions to
stand behind the two teachers.
"You know we have a few new teachers and students that I'm hoping
Jennifer and Lori will help to adjust," he said.
Just then one of the high school cheerleaders came over and gave her a
hug. "Thank you Miss Lori. You've given me so much hope and
encouragement." The rest of the cheerleaders were there as well.
"You just remember to not cheat on your hormones and you won't have any
more problems Destiny," Lori told her.
"Don't worry Miss Delany, we won't let her cheat," the others assured
her.
"Are you really getting married?" asked Destiny.
Hugging us both tightly she said, "Yes, Yes I am."
A young woman who was with Mr Richards finally asked her a question.
"If you're getting married, what are you going to do with your house?"
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Could we rent it? I mean, me and Celeste?"
"Lori, this is Ginger Horn, she's one of the new teachers joining us
this year. I knew you had that three room house and I was bringing them
by to see if you'd rent out a room to them since it's so close to the
school," added Mr Richards.
"Oh, of course," she giggled. "I hadn't even thought about what to do
with it yet. Everything is just happening so fast," she hugged both
Tammy and I again.
"You're a real cutie," said Ginger. "I hope one day I can find a pretty
little girl just as sweet as you are."
"I'd settle for finding a Husband who loves me for myself," added the
one who must be Celeste.
We finished our shopping and I decided that as soon as we got
everything home I was taking my girls to dinner.
"Dave I can cook, really, I don't mind. Besides you haven't even tasted
my cooking yet." Lori protested.
"Yes Daddy, Mommy cooks real good," added Tammy.
How could I resist, I gave in and let Lori fix dinner. Then sat back
and watched as Tammy hopped up on a stool and began helping.
I decided I would get the important papers around that I would need for
Tammy's name change and for the upcoming wedding that we still needed
to set a date for.
In my little home office I pulled out the big family bible and started
flipping through it to find the birth certificate and saw that Lenore's
death certificate was just stuck in the front cover. I found the
envelope that I knew held the birth certificate for Tommy Layne
Freeman. Opening it I also found a letter that had been written some
time before Lenore's death.
"David,"
"I don't know why I'm writing this, but I have a bad feeling something
is going to happen before she is able to tell you herself."
"You know that I love you more than life itself. But I need to tell you
that our son, Tommy has been expressing desires to become our daughter.
I didn't know how to tell you. I only hope that you are as good and
wonderful as I know you are. But I'm also still afraid because of how
we were both raised. The other single mothers in the neighborhood know
already as do our neighbors the Spears and a very special teacher named
Lori Delany who have been urging me to tell you about her."
"Please give her all of your love and understanding. And if you need
help Miss Delany or Mrs Spears can give you guidance from personal
experience. They are both well-known teachers as well as having grown
up like Tammy. But in Miss Delany's case she was not always accepted,
especially by her family, which is why she is urging caution."
I'm sorry I'm not here to tell you this myself. But please try to find
our Child a caring mother who understands and accepts her. You should
not be alone to raise her, but I also know that you need someone who
will also take care of your needs as well."
"Love forever and always,"
"Lenore"
I sat there near tears, I couldn't fault her. We'd both grown up with
very prejudiced parents. And we both knew their views on not just other
races and religions, but Gays, Lesbians, and Transgendered as well. I
had to admit that seven years ago I probably would have had those same
values. But Lenore's death had rocked me to my core, and if I hadn't
had Tommy I wouldn't have gotten through it.
Then another thought hit me. About the same time that she had found out
about Tammy was when she'd had the huge fight with her mother. Eleanor
had stopped coming to visit. She never even called after Lenore's
death, let alone attend the funeral.
Now I thought about my own mother, she'd been to the funeral, but had
left right after it was over. Had she and Lenore had words as well?
Picking up the phone I decided to call her.
"Hello?"
"Mom, it's me Dave," I said.
"D, Dave? Hold on let me go outside where we can talk," she said. Why
would she need to go outside?
"Dave how are you? How's Tommy are you both alright?" she sounded
desperate for news.
"Yes Mom we're just fine. But I kind of need to ask you something
really important. It's about Lenore and Tammy, I mean Tommy."
"Dave, please let me call you back. Your father is about to go out for
the night."
"Uhhh, sure Mom you still have my number?"
"Yes, look I've gota," "Who the hell are you talking to Agnes? It
better not be another one of those Freaks you've been volunteering to
help."
The phone went dead and I sat staring at it wondering what was
happening. Was there something going on with my parents now, and did it
have anything to do with Tammy?
"Daddy, Mommy says dinner's ready," said Tammy as she entered the room.
Reaching out I pulled her into a huge hug and kissed her cheek. "Thank
you Sweetheart," I let go and pushed back my chair, then carrying the
cordless phone I followed her to the dining room which hadn't been used
since Lenore had died.
Wrapping her arm around my shoulder Lori asked, "Dave is everything
alright?"
"Oh umm yes, I was just getting Tammy's records so we could get the
process started to change her name and I found something," I said, then
handed her the letter.
"Dave, I'm so sorry that she wasn't able to tell you all of this when
she was still alive," said Lori. "Maybe we should save this for Tammy
when she gets older. I mean it is from her mother."
"Thank you Mommy," said Tammy hugging her tightly.
We were almost finished eating when the phone rang, but I didn't
recognize the number. Before I could say anything though Tammy answered
it.
"Hello Freeman residence, Tammy speaking," she said. After a moment she
said. "Daddy the lady says she's my Gramma and wants to talk to you."
"Mom, is everything ok with you and Dad?" I asked concerned by the way
she'd hung up before.
"Son it's complicated," she said. I could hear a loud speaker in the
background.
"Mom where are you?" I asked.
"I'm at the airport. David I can't take it any longer, I'm leaving him.
I have to see my granddaughter before, before it's too late."
"You know about Tammy?" I asked now wanting to hear her say it.
"Yes we know about Tammy. Son I'm sorry for the horrible things your
father said to Lenore. He's been so unreasonable about everything,"
there was another announcement and she said, "I have to catch my flight
now. I'll be in at ten forty six tonight if you want to meet me at the
Airport. Or I can take a cab and get a motel."
"Mom we'll be there. Besides I have someone else I want you to meet."
She'd already hung up though.
"Dave was that your mother?" asked Lori.
"Yes I would like for you to be there with us when we meet her at the
airport, please."
"Is your father going to be there?" she asked with a frightened look in
her eyes.
"No he doesn't even know she's coming. I think maybe they're getting
divorced," I answered honestly.
She gathered Tammy up in her arms. "It will be ok, I think maybe she
has changed since the last we met her. And your grandfather will not be
there to be mean to anyone," Lori said.
I think we were all nervous as we stood waiting for her to step out of
the exit gate. She looked different than I remembered, and she wore a
big floppy hat that covered part of her face. Seeing us there she
dropped her one bag and fell to her knees in front of Tammy. "Oh
sweetie, I'm so sorry for everything." Her tears were flowing in rivers
down her cheeks, and finally Tammy stepped into her arms.
"Oh god Baby I was so wrong, so very, very wrong to listen to your
grandfather. To let him tell me what to think," she was crying real
tears that came from her heart.
Lori picked up her bag as I helped her to stand up, and still she held
onto Tammy picking her up in her arms. We were almost to the car when
her cell phone began to ring. She looked at the caller ID and dropped
it in a trash can muttering, "Blood is thicker than money asshole."
Tammy giggled at that. "Tammy that wasn't meant to be funny," said
Lori.
"I'm sorry Mommy," she stuck her finger in her mouth and tried giving
her the big sad puppy dog eyes.
My mother stopped and looked at her then as if noticing her for the
first time. "You're, you were there when my husband slapped my daughter
inlaw. And you stood between them when he tried to hit her again. I'm,
I'm so sorry he was like that, and I can't begin to forgive myself for
not doing something about it then."
Lori reached out and gently lifted the edge of her floppy hat. "It
looks like maybe you've been paying for it ever since. Why don't we get
you home and let me help you with that," she suggested.
When I tried to look Lori said, "Dave it won't do for you to see it
now. You will only get angry and there is nothing you can do about it
at the moment."
My mother hugged her then. "Did, did my granddaughter call you Mommy?"
"Yes she did but it isn't official yet. We haven't set a date for the
wedding."
Now my mother looked between us and just smiled before she said, "Would
you let me pay for your wedding please? I know that your own parents
are, well they aren't really parents after how they've treated you. And
you really should have a mothers helping hand with things."
When we got home I had a dozen messages from not just my father but his
attorneys as well, telling me that my mother was going to be penniless.
He'd cancelled all of her credit cards.
"Mom?"
"Don't worry Son. I'm a lot smarter than he ever gave me credit for. It
just took me a while to realize it."
"But Mom, how are you going to live? The way you've become accustomed
to?"
"He isn't the only one who knows how to buy a lawyer," she grinned.
"Besides I still have my trust funds from my side of the family. And my
investments on the side have seen me increasing that."
"Your investments?" I asked astounded that my mother had a sense for
investing.
"Yes your father is sure that I'm going to be bankrupt. But Trans Union
Lending has been turning quite a profit, since most Trans people are
better at paying their debts than others."
"Trans Union Lending? That's my loan company on my house," said Lori.
"Yes I know dear. And you've never missed a payment either." My mother
was smiling at her. "Of course with you getting married you'll not be
needing the house anymore,"
"Oh umm I kind of already made arrangements to rent it out to another
pair of teachers like myself."
"Well then maybe they wouldn't mind having another roommate?"
"Mom I'll get you a lawyer I know who is the best in the business," I
began knowing that she was still going to need one for the divorce.
Now she pulled out a new cell phone that I hadn't seen before. She
punched in a preset number. "Sheila, its Agnes. I did it, but I'm not
in LA anymore. I'm at my son and granddaughters. He's about to get
married to the sweetest young teacher you could ever want to meet."
"Yes, of course you can meet her. Thank you dear, I'll see you on
Tuesday then."
"You already had a Divorce attorney lined up?" I grinned at her.
"Oh no Son, Sheila Daniels is not just a Divorce attorney. She runs the
largest Transgender Law Firm in the nation. I can't wait to see your
fathers face when she presents my ultimatum."
"What ultimatum is that?" I asked.
He will openly admit to and declare his illegitimate children, make an
open 'Public' apology to myself and the rest of the family. And in
return I won't take him for every penny he has."
"You've been doing your homework," I chuckled.
"I have birth records, and bank accounts on top of photographic
evidence. And Sheila has access to the houses security cameras. So she
already knows what happened before I left."
We put her up in the spare room. And when she opened her suitcase I was
shocked that she hadn't brought more than one change of clothes. And
those she had used to cushion the porceline doll collection that had
graced the shelves in her study.
"Tammy, do you know anyone that might like to have some pretty dolls?"
Tammy was in the middle of her bed in a second holding and cuddling the
dolls.
"Look Mommy," she said holding them up for Lori to see.
Lori looked at me then seeing the six dolls. "Those are worth about
five grand apiece," I told her in a whisper. At least that had been
their worth when I'd first seen them when Lenore and I got married. My
mother had bought them in hopes of having a granddaughter.
"Tammy you should go get ready for bed," suggested Lori. You can visit
with your Gramma when you're done. Tammy frowned but then raced off to
her own room to change.
"Lori, I'm not going to dispute how you and Dave are raising her," said
my Mom. "But please if I ever get in the way or go overboard spoiling
her, just tell me alright?"
"Dave would you excuse us a moment?" asked Lori.
"Agnes, please don't take this the wrong way. But letting her play with
those dolls,"
"Lori, I know they are valuable. But I also know that between us we can
teach her to care for them. "Just look how she's taken care of Debbie
since you gave her to her," my mother named the doll she already had.
When Lori looked stunned my mother said, "I had to know what was
happening with my grandchild. And everything about the persons who were
taking care of her. I knew that she was living a double life, but my PI
hadn't informed me that she was now living as Tammy full time."
"You hired Private Detectives?" Lori was shocked.
"I'm sorry dear, but I had to know. And my husband wouldn't let me come
here to find out for myself. But if I ever get in the way, please
promise me you'll tell me."
"I will, and please remember that I only want to love them both with
all of my heart."
"So you will still let me pay for the wedding? Please, I never had a
daughter before, and Lenore refused to have anything fancy."
Now hugging her tightly Lori said, "I think you've been more of a
mother to me in the last two hours than my real mother ever was." I
could hear them both crying and when Tammy came back down stairs she
looked confused.
"Lori, Mom," I got their attention.
Smiling now they both held out their arms to her. Then after a few
minutes they stood up and my Mom said, "Let's go put your dolls to bed
and then I think you should get some sleep too. I'm sure it's past your
bed time."
She almost started to fuss but then Lori said, "Gramma will still be
here when you wake up. Won't you Mom?"
"Yes I will, I promise."
We tucked her into bed and then my Mom said goodnight and returned to
the guest room.
Though we were both exhausted we still managed to make love quietly
before falling asleep.
I woke up early with Lori lying next to me giggling, her hand stroking
my stiff cock. This time though Lori wanted my cum on her face.
"A man's cum is very acidic, but also filled with proteins and
nutrients that keep the skin young and fresh." She giggled again, "It
also keeps girls from getting pimples. That's how I got so good at
taking a cock into my throat." Her blush, and her own open admittance
to her teenage activities only made me love her more.
I kissed her lips licking them tenderly and she blushed and giggled.
Would you be disappointed if I wanted a facial almost every night
before bed? Yours is a lot better than my own, there so much more of
it."
Her talk had only turned me on even more and though my mother was
downstairs asleep I still wanted more.
With a wicked grin she pulled me over her so that I was straddling her
hips as she began sucking me again. After a few moments I realized she
was letting most of her spit drool out and run down between her
breasts. Now with an even bigger grin she reached up and slipped out
her small hoop earrings. I watched as she fastened them together
between her nipple rings, a wave of pleasure rippling through her as
she guided my cock to the hollow between her breasts. Looking up into
my eyes she said, "Fuck my titties Dave. I love a good titty fuck."
My mind reeled in disbelief, how could I get this lucky? Lenore had
always liked titty fucking me most mornings before I left for work. The
sight of her kneeling there with my cum all over her pretty face and
breasts kept me raring to get home each night.
"Oh god Lori, you have no idea how incredibly, edibly gorgeous you
are," she giggled at my excitement as I gently thrust between her
breasts. Each time the head popped out the top her mouth made a sucking
pop as I pulled back for the next stroke. Her gasps as the nipple rings
were pulled only added to our joint excitement, and I was afraid of
hurting her pretty nipples. I put my hands on each side of her breast
pushing them together, supporting them as I began let myself thrust
faster and harder. She began to cream her pantys as I started cumming.
Huge globs splashing up and over her face, between her breasts, in her
hair. Then she gasped and uttered an "Oh shit."
I pulled out from between her breasts afraid now that I'd hurt her, and
she must have understood my fears because she tilted her face up to
squinting one eye partially open, the other completely covered in my
cum.
"Oh shit Lori, I'm sorry." I grabbed a sheet to wipe her face but she
pushed it away with a giggle.
"If you wipe it off you'll just have to give me another one. But if
you're really sweet you might kiss it all better." She giggled as I
pushed her back onto the pillows my tongue lapping it from her eyes.
"Hey not my face, remember it's a facial mask."
I began to tickle her and she was squealing and giggling hysterically.
"Mommy, Daddy?" we stopped and I turned to see Tammy standing in the
doorway. She rushed to the bed jumping up on it then looking between
Lori and I she giggled. "I thought you were arguing," she said. Then
before Lori could react she threw herself into her arms hugging her
tightly and kissing her face.
Suddenly she drew back giggling rubbing her fingers over her own face.
"I'm gonna be all pretty like you are Mommy."
"Oh, ummm," we were both speechless. How to explain this to a seven
year old.
"Tammy," Lori finally began.
But Tammy hugged her again. "I know, my other Mommy teld me I have to
wait until I'm a big girl in high school to do that," she giggled. Then
jumped down and went to the bathroom and came back with the jar of St
Ives Collagen facial mask. "Can I still use this though Mommy?" I
hadn't seen the jar since Lenore had died, but I also knew she didn't
use it herself.
"Yes you may Sweetie." They were sliding out of bed together when Tammy
spotted her piercings and the way the earrings held her nipples almost
touching. "You'll have to wait until you're old enough for these too,"
said Lori as she quickly unfastened her earrings before she twisted off
the lid and began smearing the cream over Tammy's face, as Tammy
giggled in delight. While they were busy I slid out the other side
pulling on my pajama bottoms.
Come on let's go fix Daddy's breakfast while this dries," Lori told her
and they left the room giggling holding hands.
"Look Gramma, we getted facials," I heard Tammy say. "Do you like
getting facials too?"
"W, w, what?" my Mom gasped.
"It's a collagen facial mask," I heard Lori say.
"Oh, yes sweetie, those are fun," my Mom said as I entered the kitchen.
"Good morning Mom," I gave her a hug and peck on the cheek.
"You know, I seem to remember interrupting a similar tradition before
Tammy was born," she said.
"Mom it's," I didn't get a chance to finish.
"I know Tammy's came from a jar. Lenore and I talked about her morning
routine before you two moved out here away from everyone else when she
got pregnant." My Mom was smiling. "I used to enjoy those too before
someone decided he wanted younger faces." She sounded sad and lost.
Tammy ran and came back with the jar, "Here Gramma let me help." She
was sitting in her lap spreading the cream around and they were joined
by Lori as she giggled along with them.
Then going to the fridge, Lori made a few notes on the shopping list.
"Excuse me I should go change," she winked at me and I realized that my
mom had been almost staring at her pierced nipples through the
transparent lace of her nitie.
"Lori, can we talk," Mom asked her.
"Come on Tammy let's get the coffee and Oatmeal started," I said when
Tammy started to follow. "I think Gramma just wants to ask Mommy about
her pretty jewelry."
As we got busy I was nervous trying to listen for any sign they might
be having words.
When they both returned laughing together I began to relax. As Lori
joined me at the stove Tammy went to her room to get dressed for the
day.
"You two seem pretty giddy all of a sudden," I observed. They responded
by giggling. Then I saw a flash of sparkle as my Mom turned from
pouring her coffee.
"You think I'm too old to like pretty things?"
"No Mom, it's just that, well I never thought about you having your
eyebrows pierced before," I admitted. "And you are not too old to like
pretty things on your body Mom." I smiled at her.
"Good then Lori and I are going to see about getting me a couple of
others this afternoon," she blushed. "I think they'll go nice with my
others."
"Mom, please I don't need to know about that," I was turning red with
embarrassment, my mind imagining where else she might have gotten
pierced that I couldn't see.
Sweeping her fingers over her ears she brushed her hair back to reveal
she had triple piercings in her ears. Then she and Lori both began to
laugh as they realized where my mind had gone.
We were still eating when Rachel came to the back door. "Can Tammy come
out and play?" then she saw my mother. "High, who are you?"
"I'm Tammy's Grandma," she said.
"Rachel this is my Gramma Agnes. She's my Daddy's, Mommy," explained
Tammy.
"You aren't going to be mean like Lori's Mommy are you?" challenged
Rachel.
"No, I was dumb the last time I was here. But her Grandfather doesn't
decide for me anymore. I'd rather see my grandchild happy and healthy."
Soon my Mom and the girls were out on the patio. And Tammy was showing
off her new dolls as the rest of the girls showed up.
"You, what the hell are you doing here? Dave, Dave?" began Sarah in a
panic.
"Sarah, my Mom is here on her own. We picked her up at the airport last
night. She's divorcing my father," I said.
Sarah saw how Tammy clung to her, and saw the new dolls. "I'm sorry
Agnes I, I just remember,"
"Shhh, that was the old me that was too afraid of my husband."
Lori came out on the patio then. "Dave I need to go meet the new
teachers at my place. Maybe Agnes would like to go along since she'll
be living there too?"
"Oh yes, are they as nice and pretty as you are?"
It seemed like the entire neighborhood turned out to welcome everyone
as well as help move Lori's things to my house. Lori insisted that my
Mom take the Master bedroom for herself. And then she was caught up in
getting to know her new housemates. When I expressed my worries about
her being there with strangers she shook her head. "I lived with a
perfect stranger for thirty seven years. I think I can enjoy living
with these lovely young ladies."
Back at our house Lori and I snuggled on the couch while Tammy looked
through her old school yearbooks. "You really got to be a girl in
school Mommy?"
She was answering Tammy's questions as best she could. And I had no
trouble knowing she was sugar coating her past.
Finally when Tammy fell asleep I carried her to her bed and then we
snuggled together.
"Lori, I'm sorry that was painful for you."
"Dave, it was more than that. But I'm happy that Tammy won't be
subjected to everything I had to endure. She'll get hormone therapy
when she hits puberty and she'll be able to develop like the other
girls."
Opening her ninth grade book I turned to a photo of her with a group of
other students. "I think you did pretty good, judging by this picture."
"Dave I," she began to cry. "That was after I was put into foster care.
Two weeks after that picture I ended up in the hospital, I, I nearly
died." She said.
"Someone beat you up?" I was thinking about her scars.
"N, no not that time. That time I OD'd on hormones. I just wanted my
own pretty breasts and I was buying them off the street and not caring
about dosages and stuff. All I knew was my tits were growing." Now she
looked at me scared. "I will do anything in my power to keep that from
happening to Tammy."
"But it was better in foster care, right?" I asked.
"Yeah in a lot of ways. My first foster parents well they just wanted
the money they were getting paid from the state to take care of me. I
got an allowance, to keep me out of their hair that I spent on black
market Hormones and pretty clothes." She was shaking in my arms. "When
I got out of the hospital I had another set of foster parents. They,
bought me pretty clothes and even took me to see a shrink, who got me
prescribed hormones. But I had to pay for that in other ways I'd really
not like to discuss. Let's just say that was when I decided I was meant
to be a bottom." She cried a bit more then continued. "I used to get
beat up a lot, when my friends weren't around to watch my back. And
then when I graduated, I, I met Jennifer who helped me get into
college, and introduced me to Martin. And they helped me get jobs and
find the job at Smithfield teaching second grade. And that's when I
first noticed Tammy playing with the other little girls instead of the
boys. I, I talk a lot with Lenore about it. And I introduced her to
Jennifer and Rachel on a more personal level. That's when she started
helping to find my house here." She looked up into my own tear filled
eyes, "She said if anything ever happened to her she hoped that you
would find someone like me to help take care of her. Dave I never
wanted to take her place," she said. "And, and now I feel kind of
guilty the way things have turned out."
"Lori, there is no doubt in my mind that Lenore isn't happy for the
three of us." I kissed her tears. "And like you I intend to do
everything in my power to make sure Tammy doesn't grow up having to
fight to be the girl she was meant to be."
After a few more minutes she said, "I know someone who has to be up
early for work."
"No I took the day off so I could get son enrolled in school but now
I'm going to be enrolling my daughter and arranging for her name change
and applying for a wedding license."
She pressed her fingers to my lips, "Then you need to relax so you can
fall asleep." She giggled nervously, "But I'm still a bit sore from the
last two days, so I hope this will tide you over until tomorrow night."
She slid down pushing the covers with her.
I twined a finger in her long hair, "Only if you flip around here and
let me help you relax too."
With an excited giggle she flipped around over me, and we both began
with little kisses that grew more intimate