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Author's note I was very wary about writing the original "Heaven Sent" story as I feel it is wrong to try to mix the innocence of children with the eroticism, either explicit or subliminal, in stories of male to female transition. In the end, I felt that the girls' grief at the loss of their mother put Jack's actions into context and while his motives for crossdressing and, ultimately transition, moved from wanting to relieve his daughter's grief to the realisation of who he was, it gave the opportunity to explore transition from a non-sexual viewpoint and the reviews that were submitted gave very touching validation for this. One reviewer declared that they would like to see a follow up and this set me thinking as to how the story could be developed in an interesting way In the end, the answer was obvious and this follow up builds on the tensions between the girls sadness at seeing their transitioning father literally disappearing before their eyes and Jacqui's realisation that the only way the girls can have a father in their life is if she enters a relationship with one which, as she remains only attracted to women, she is unwilling to do. Of course, writing the sequel also gave the opportunity to explore Emily, the straight talking neighbour a bit more. Four years on, she's more straight- talking and outrageous than ever. It will obviously help you put the story into greater context if you read "Heaven Sent" first but the following has been written as a complete story in its own right if you'd like to jump straight in. AJ ------ "Who's going to walk down the aisle with us when we get married?" When Melissa asked the question at a family wedding, it had seen like an innocent remark but, the more Jacqui considered the implications of what had been asked, the more troubled she had become. As she sat in Melissa and Sophie's bedroom, and gave them a goodnight kiss each, Jacqui asked Melissa what she had meant when she asked the question. "Well, you said that the bride's father walks down the aisle with them at the wedding," she answered. "So, there's your answer, it'll be me of course as I'm your father." "Yes," Melissa continued, "but you don't look like a father any more. You don't look like our Daddy any more." "I'm sure we'll think of something," reassured Jacqui before turning off the light and leaving the room. As she made her way into the lounge, Jacqui could hold it in no longer. She flopped down onto the sofa and cried uncontrollably. Had she gone too far in what she had done? She'd originally thought her transition would give the children both a mother and father rolled into one but now it seemed they had neither; their mother was dead and their father had vanished before their eyes. ------ Four years had passed since Pippa, the girls' mother and Jacqui's wife, had died suddenly at work and Jacqui had now completed her transition from Jack. In many respects, it was a dream transition; there were no surgical complications, healing was quick and she had been quickly accepted as one of the girls by the "inner circle" of mothers at school. She'd suffered none of the abuse or discrimination that her counsellor had warned her may happen and, apart from the ever present grief at losing Pippa, Jacqui felt blissfully happy and blessed at how things had turned out. It was almost as if she had a guardian angel which in many ways, through her constant consideration of "what would Pippa think" she did. However, at the back of her mind, there was a nagging feeling that something wasn't right and the feeling was particularly acute whenever she made a step forward with her transition. When she'd had her breast augmentation, the girls went a little quiet for a few minutes but then the novelty of seeing their "maddy," the name they'd given her as a mixture of mummy and daddy, with new breasts took over and the house was, once again, full of laughter. Facial feminisation was next and, as her new feminine features started to emerge from the bandages, swelling and bruising, she started to sense that, maybe, Melissa and Sophie were missing the old face which, after all, belonged to their father. With voice feminisation surgery, of course, went the loss of their father's voice. Although Jacqui had undergone a course of speech therapy, her new natural voice was markedly different. In fact, the only surgery that didn't seem to affect the girls was the final gender reassignment operation but Jack had long since "gone," by that stage. ------ As Jacqui lay crying on the sofa, slowly the penny dropped. Her transition had been euphoric for her, every step, every surgery making her more and more like the woman she knew she was. However, for the girls it told a different story. Each time she underwent surgery, another part of their father was disappearing and, like they had experienced with the loss of their mother, no amount of hoping, wishing or praying was going to bring their father back. "How could I have been so selfish?" she thought to herself through her tears. "I've been so wrapped up in my own issues, I've completely ignored those of the two people I love more than anything in the world." It was a long evening before Jacqui finally fell into a fitful sleep on the sofa. She'd turned everything over in her mind and, even when she woke up the following morning, she was no nearer a solution. As she dragged herself off the sofa and started to get things ready, she could not put Melissa's question out of her mind and it continued to eat her up inside. Somehow, she managed to get the girls ready for school and maintain her composure as she dropped them off. However, as she returned home, she could no longer hold back the tears and, once more, sobbed uncontrollably. "Are you alright Jacqui?" Jacqui froze. It was Emily, her straight-talking neighbour. "I'm fine," mumbled Jacqui without turning round. "Well, if that's what you're like when you're fine, I'd hate to see you when things are going wrong! I think you'd better come in for a coffee and tell me all about it." Jacqui knew by now that resistance of Emily's commands was futile so she dutifully obeyed. A few minutes later the two women were drinking coffee and Jacqui told Emily everything that had happened. She finished her story with "I've ruined everything for them. I was so wrapped up in my transition, I didn't even realise that, as far as they were concerned, their father was slowly disappearing. I just don't know what to do now." Emily thought for a moment. "Let's get one thing straight. No-one could love those girls more than you do. You filled the gap when they lost their mother and I'll guarantee that hardly any of the other children at school live in a home as happy and stable as yours. And, as for what to do now, you need to find yourself a man." Jacqui's jaw dropped. Had Emily really just suggested that she start a relationship with a man? The surgeons and hormones may have changed her body but they certainly hadn't affected her mind. As far as Jacqui was concerned, she'd transitioned from a heterosexual man into a lesbian woman and that's the way it was always going to be. "No way!" she protested. "I can't think of anything worse than a relationship with a man." "Oh, you'd be surprised how nice it can feel," Emily retorted, "nothing beats the feeling of being held tight by a man, feeling the warmth of your naked bodies against each other while you share an intimate moment together." "Emily, think about it," Jacqui replied. "I had a penis attached to me for almost 30 years. I finally managed to get rid of it so there's no way I'm having another one anywhere near me for the foreseeable future." Emily roared with laughter and, noticing that Jacqui's mood had lightened added. "You mark my words, a man is what you need and I'll expect you to start being proactive in looking for one." ------ Three months later, having not had any updates from Jacqui, Emily took the opportunity to ask her how she was getting on with her search. "Not good, nothing to report, I'm afraid," came the reply. "Nonsense, you obviously haven't been trying hard enough," replied Emily brusquely "I have, honestly," protested Jacqui. "Come in and I'll tell you all about it." Emily smiled to herself, there was nothing she liked more than giving out her special brand of advice and she had a feeling that it was soon going to be needed. They sat down and Jacqui started relating the sorry tale of her attempts to date. "First of all, I needed to get used to the idea of being with a man so I bought one of those magazines they sell on the top shelf. The newsagent certainly enjoyed taking my money when I went to pay for it but, in all honesty, whilst I was hoping that something inside me would get turned on by the pictures, I got bored halfway through it and gave up. Then someone at work set me up on a blind date. I thought it sounded promising but, when I met him, all he was interested in was hearing about my transition and whether I still had my, er, you know what. After 10 minutes I excused myself to go to the toilet and made my escape. I then signed up for an online dating site and I got 15 emails from interested guys. 6 were obviously old enough to be my grandfather and another two admitted they were married and only after a casual affair. I emailed the other seven explaining my situation as I didn't want them to find out on a date and abuse or assault me as a result. Four didn't reply at all and the other two were far too fascinated with my surgery and were obviously 'tranny chasers'." "That only makes 14," Emily pointed out, "what about number 15?" "Don't ask. He sent a picture of himself dressed from head to foot in a black rubber suit alongside a list of all of the things he'd like me to do to him. I'd not even heard of half of them. So, to answer your question, I'm no further forward." "So which online dating site did you use? Match.com? eHarmony? Please don't tell me it was tinder?" Jacqui's head dropped with embarrassment. "Oh, so it was tinder," Emily declared slightly scornfully, "let me ask you a question. How did you meet Pippa? Was she sprawled naked across the centrefold of a magazine you kept under the mattress in your bedroom? Was she set up on a blind date by a well-meaning colleague who'd obviously given no thought as to why she was still single? Did you see each other's photo on your smartphones and both 'swipe right'?" "Er no," Jacqui replied, "actually, she worked in the shop where I used to buy my milk and, after a few months, I asked her out." "There you are, that proves my point," said Emily enjoying the experience of being right once again, "you've been looking in the wrong places. Just keep an open mind and you're bound to meet Mr Right who'll love and cherish you rather than some prick or c...." "OK, OK, I get the picture," interrupted Jacqui, clearly understanding what Emily was about to say. "Remember, keep an open mind," reminded Emily as Jacqui thanked her and left. ------ School playgrounds at going home time are a fascinating place for people watchers. Circles of women talking animatedly, one holding court and the rest latching onto her every word in the hope that being friends with the "Queen Bee" will somehow increase their stature. Platitudes, of course, abound. "Oh, I do love your new hairstyle" "That colour looks so good on you" "It must have been terrible for you" are just some of the comments that can be heard on any particular day. Of course, no-one is fooled and everyone knows what is really meant: "Don't worry, it'll have grown out in a few months and you can have it restyled" "That colour is hideous, was it on special offer?" and "Glad it wasn't me." Still, however, the little groups of women persist, oblivious or impervious to the comments of others. Around the edge of the playground are the fathers, ignored or unnoticed by the groups of mothers and staring at their smartphones until their offspring emerges at which point they make their escape as quickly as possible. Jacqui, of course was now one of the girls, accepted into "queen bee" Emily's little group in the playground. All of the mothers in the group knew about her past and, to their credit, none of them cared about it. It was now two weeks into the new school term and as Melissa and Sophie emerged at the end of the day, Jacqui noticed they were accompanied by a third girl who she'd not met before. "This is Daisy," Melissa shouted excitedly before Sophie added, "Can she come round to play?" "I don't know, we'll have to ask her mother," Jacqui replied before turning to Daisy. "Is you mother here?" "No," replied Daisy, "she's dead but my daddy is here." Jacqui looked up to see a tall, quite good looking man in front of her. He introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Simon, Daisy's father." "I'm Jacqui. I'm so sorry, I've just put my foot in it with your daughter. Did you lose your wife long ago?" "About eight months," Simon replied sadly, "she was killed in a car crash so it was very sudden. We've only just moved here to be near my parents so they can help with Daisy." "I lost my partner four years ago so I know what you're going through," said Jacqui, "you never get over it but it does get easier and if you need to talk, you can always call me. Anyway, I think the girls want Daisy to come and play. Is that OK?" "That would be great. She really needs to make new friends," replied Simon and, after arranging to collect her from Jacqui's later he left them to make their way home. At 7:00, as arranged, Simon arrived to pick up Daisy and Jacqui invited him in while Daisy gathered her things together. "It's really kind of you to have her and she's obviously enjoyed herself. I was wondering whether the three of you would like to come round to ours for lunch on Sunday." Jacqui agreed without hesitation. Other than the daily trips to school, she didn't have much of a social life and Sunday lunch sounded really nice. In fact, when they were finishing their dessert the following Sunday, it was more than really nice. Simon was obviously a good cook as the food was delicious but what struck Jacqui more was how normal it seemed, almost as if they were just one family enjoying lunch together. When it was time to go, Jacqui had no hesitation in retuning the invitation for the following week and, after that, Sunday lunch at one or other of the two houses just became a permanent date in the diary. Needless to say, Simon and Daisy's visits to Jacqui's had not gone unnoticed by Emily who regularly asked whether romance was blossoming. Jacqui, of course, was quick to jump on the suggestion and deny any romantic interest on her part. ------ Jacqui knew it was coming but, when it did happen, it still took her by surprise. They'd all been getting together for Sunday lunch for about three months and, that week, Simon and Daisy were round at her house. As usual, after they'd finished, the girls went off to play leaving Simon and Jacqui to talk in the lounge. As they drank their coffee, Simon took a deep breath. "Jacqui. I was wondering whether you'd let me buy you dinner next Saturday night. I'd really like to get to know you a little better without the girls around." Jacqui's emotions went into overdrive. She liked Simon and, over the months, her feelings had gone from feeling compassion for him, through enjoying his company to "if I was interested in men, he'd be a good catch." She still wasn't sure it was the right thing to do but, with Emily's advice from a few months earlier still in her mind she decided to accept. However, in doing so, she knew she had to come clean. "That sounds lovely but there's something I need to tell you which may make you change your mind." "Oh?" replied Simon. "What is it?" Jacqui paused for a moment. Since meeting Simon, she'd been very careful to refer to "my partner" and "they" without ever giving any clue as to their name or gender. When Simon had heard the girls calling her "Maddy," she explained that it was a mix of Mummy and Daddy as she'd had to assume both roles. Now, she had to tell the truth. "Everything I've told you about losing my partner four years ago is true. However, it wasn't my husband that died, it was my wife." "What do you mean?" asked Simon, even more puzzled than before "I'm a transwoman. I'm Melissa and Sophie's father, not their mother." Simon's jaw dropped. He sat silently for several minutes trying to come to terms with what he'd just heard. Finally, he spoke with controlled anger. "How could you do this to me? We've been getting together every week and you only now tell me this. I've told you everything about me and it's bad enough that you've just told me that you're a guy but why didn't you trust me enough to tell me when we started socialising? I need time, a lot of time, to process this." And as Simon stood up to leave, he added, "Couldn't you tell I was starting to fall for you?" One minute later, and despite Daisy's protestations that she was having fun and didn't want to leave, they had gone. ------ Needless to say, there was no invitation to Simon's for lunch the following Sunday and, at school pickup time, he had reverted to skulking by the gate, staring blankly at his smartphone. Jacqui was very subdued and it was inevitable that Emily would soon notice which she did, a few days later. "What's the matter?" she asked. Jacqui was about to say that everything was fine but she knew that Emily had a knack of probing until she got to the truth so Jacqui just opened up to her and told her everything. When she'd finished, Emily spoke again. "You care about him, don't you?" "Yes," Jacqui replied, "but I'm not sure how much at the moment. He was nice to be around and, if I could say with certainty that I'm attracted to men, he may well have been 'the one.' The problem is that I just don't know." "Well, you'll never know unless you try. Don't worry, I'll get it sorted out for you." "No, no, please don't," protested Jacqui but it was obviously in vain. "Nonsense. What's the worst thing that can happen? He carries on being pig-headed and misses out on the best thing that ever happened to him. That's what can happen! You leave things to me!" Seeing that resistance was futile, Jacqui just sighed and said, "Thank you." ------ As usual, Simon had left the playground as soon as Daisy had emerged from school. After asking Jacqui if she could take Freya home, Emily set off in hot pursuit and finally caught up with Simon as he turned into his driveway. "You and I need to talk. Mind if I come in?" asked Emily. Simon had never properly talked to Emily but knew of her reputation and was in no mood to be lectured to. "Well, actually," he started, "it's not very conv...." "It won't take long," replied Emily interrupting him and, as Simon unlocked the front door, Emily followed him in. After sending Daisy to play in her room, Simon brought a tray with coffee and biscuits into the lounge and sat down. Emily started to speak. "So what have you said the Jacqui that's made her so upset?" "Nothing really," Simon replied. "Nothing really? That's not what I heard." "OK, so she decided to tell me that she used to be a man and I got very upset. Why couldn't she tell me at the outset?" "Well," Emily replied, "I used to be a virgin but I have no intention of telling you who my previous sexual partners are, not even if we decide to rush upstairs, rip our clothes of and screw each other senseless. And, just in case you're wondering, that is definitely NOT going to happen." Simon looked shocked at Emily's outburst but she'd only just started. "So, what are you frightened of? That she'll start swearing, burping and farting like most other men do? That you won't be able to get into the bathroom in the morning if she takes a long time shaving? That you'll be naked under the bedclothes and, all of a sudden, you'll feel something hard trying to enter you through the back door?" Simon went red. "No, no, no. It's not like that. It's just, er...." Emily interrupted, "Oh, I see. You're worried that if you get intimate with her, people will think you're gay. Or, even worse, maybe you'll catch gayness from her?" "Er, yes, I mean no.." Simon was, by now, very flustered and Emily sensed it was time to go in for the kill. "So let me ask you this. If Jacqui hadn't told you about her past, what would you be saying about her now?" Simon thought for a moment and then took a deep breath. "I'd be saying that she's one of the most beautiful and caring women I've ever met. I'd say that ever since she came into my life, I've been happier than I ever thought possible after the loss of my wife. I'd probably finish by saying that I think that I've fallen in love with her." "BINGO, that's more like it," Emily exclaimed. "Jacqui could have kept this from you for the rest of her life and you'd probably never be any the wiser - even her birth certificate now says she's female. But she told you her innermost secret because she cares about you.." Simon slumped back into the chair and said nothing for several minutes. Finally, he spoke. "I've been really stupid haven't I? Do you think she'll ever forgive me?" "I would have put it more as unbelievably stupid but, as for your second question, only Jacqui can give you an answer. Anyway, my work here is done, it's now up to you." And, with that, Emily got up and walked to the front door. As she opened the door, Simon thanked her for coming and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "And don't think that that is going to get you anywhere," Emily laughed "I've already told you it is definitely NOT going to happen. And then, she was gone. ------ Jacqui was clearing the table after dinner when the doorbell rang. She opened it to see Simon standing there holding a bunch of twelve red roses. "I came to apologise for my behaviour last week," he started. "You'd better come in." They sat down in Jacqui's lounge and Simon once again apologised and said he knew how stupid and unkind he'd been. He finished off by saying. "If you're unable to forgive me and say no, I'll understand but the invitation to dinner still stands and it would make me very happy if you'd accept." Jacqui thought for a moment before speaking. "It's not that straightforward. Since you came into our lives, everything has seemed so nice and normal and I'd hate not to see you any more. However, all my life, I've been attracted to women, not men and I just don't know whether I can cope with the sort of intimate relationship I think you want." "I'm quite happy to take things at you're pace," Simon replied, "if our relationship never progresses beyond Sunday lunch and meeting up in the school playground, at least you'll still be in my life. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and, if you feel that you want more out of the relationship, you let it happen." "In that case, dinner sounds lovely," replied Jacqui. ------ "Maddy, you look really pretty," exclaimed Sophie as Jacqui asked the girls what they thought of her outfit. She'd been quite worried about the thought of looking too glamourous in case it gave Simon the wrong signals but, in the end, it was her first proper date with a man so she thought she'd better make a special effort and her simple black dress and heels looked just right. As she checked herself in the mirror for the final time, the doorbell rang and she opened it to see Simon wearing a dark suit and tie. "You look amazing," Simon gasped. "You're not looking so bad yourself," giggled Jacqui, relieved that her choice of outfit was a perfect match for Simon's. After taking Melissa and Sophie over to Emily's to be looked after, Simon helped Jacqui into the car and, after a short drive out of town, they'd soon arrived at Simon's golf club for dinner. As they sat at the table with a glass of wine each, Jacqui was the first to speak "So, Simon, what made you change your mind about me?" "It was a case of who, not what," Simon replied before adding, "Emily." "So what did she say then?" "Don't ask. Most of it's not repeatable, particularly to a lady. Let's just say that she graphically showed me how stupid I was." Jacqui laughed. She was well aware what Emily was capable of when she got started so heaven only knows what she'd said to Simon. "Anyway," Simon continued, "I'd really like to hear everything about your life if you'd like to tell me." "Only if you tell me everything about yours too," laughed Jacqui. And, for the next three hours, they told each other everything. Jacqui told how her dress up games with her daughters had made her realise and confront who she really was and how she'd taken steps to put things right. Simon told Jacqui all about his late wife and how difficult things had been until he and Daisy had moved to be near his parents. As he told his story, Jacqui couldn't help admiring how Daisy was his top priority in everything he did and how he'd coped with his loss. And yet he also had a certain vulnerability that made her want to care for him. What struck her most, though, was that how easy he was to talk to and it was almost as if she'd known him for ever. As they arrived home at the end of the evening, Simon turned to Jacqui. "Daisy and I are going to the seaside tomorrow. Would you and the girls like to come with us?" Jacqui said that they would love to and arrangements were made. ------ The weather was beautiful as the group of five spread their blankets out on the sand and watched the waves gently rolling in. As Simon helped the girls build a sandcastle, Jacqui couldn't help noticing how relaxed Melissa and Sophie were with him. Her thoughts went back to the conversation she'd had with the girls several months earlier and, as she watched them playing with Simon now, she knew that they'd be devastated if he was no longer in their life. When the sandcastle was finally finished, Simon declared, "I need an ice cream. Who else would like one?" "Meeeeeee," the others all shouted. "OK then but I'm going to need some help. Any volunteers?" Melissa and Sophie volunteered but Daisy said, "I'm going to stay here and keep Jacqui company and show her the shells I've collected." As Jacqui watched, Simon and the girls went off hand in hand to the ice cream vans, the girls skipping and talking excitedly as they went. And then it hit her, like a bolt from the blue. She wanted this man so badly, not because he was tall and handsome, but because he could bring love and protection to her and her family. And then she looked down at Daisy who was showing her the shells. Was Daisy looking to her to fill the void in her life after her own mother had so cruelly been taken from her? As the day drew to a close, Simon said it was time to go home. The girls asked for just five more minutes and Simon and Jacqui stood on the promenade watching them run around. As the sun slowly set over the ocean, Jacqui took hold of Simon's hand and whispered, "Today has been perfect in every way. Thank you for everything." Simon turned to face her smiling but, before he had chance to reply, Jacqui reached over and kissed him tenderly on his lips before putting her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulders. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too said Simon holding her tight, For the first time since his wife had died, he had a feeling that things were going to turn out well. Very well. ------ Epilogue The hundred or so wedding guests had finished their meal, the speeches were finished and Andrew, Simon's middle brother was reading out the messages of congratulations in his capacity as best man. Having gone through the usual "congratulations to the happy couple" type messages, he had three cards left in his hand. "I've saved the best till last." He smiled as he opened the first one to read it out. "To Simon. You're really punching above your weight this time. Does Jacqui realise what she's let herself in for? Jacqui, you really should have talked to me first. Love Jonathan. p.s. good luck - you'll need it." As the room erupted in laughter, Andrew turned to his younger brother and said "thank you Jon, we can always rely on you to lower the tone!" The laughter subsided as Andrew reached for the second card. "To Jacqui and Simon. With our love and best wishes for a long and happy marriage. With love from Freya, David and Emily, without whose expert support, guidance and advice, none of this would have been possible." More laughter as Andrew turned to Emily and added, "Be careful on your way out, Emily. We don't want you getting your head stuck in the doorway!" He then reached for the third card which had a child's drawing of a bride and groom on a sunny day on the front. "This is a special card," he started. "I asked the senders if they'd like to give a card for the happy couple and they gave me this one a week or so ago. Before I saw it, I had no idea how special it was going to be. As you can see, on the front, it's got a picture of Simon looking far more handsome than he does in real life, and Jacqui whose glittery dress is sparkling just like she is today. And the sun is shining down on their marriage as we know it will for ever more." He then paused before Jonathan called out, "Who's it from then?" Andrew bit his lip. "I'm sorry but I've been looking at this card for a week and still get emotional reading the message inside which means so much more than the words themselves say." Andrew slowly opened the card and, with his voice wavering, read out the words inside. "To Mummy and Daddy. We're glad you're getting married at last. Love from Daisy, Melissa and Sophie xxx." Andrew wiped away a tear from his eye and looked at Jacqui who, by now was crying uncontrollably, held by Simon whose eyes were now glistening as the tears welled up. As applause and cheers filled the room, the three young bridesmaids made their way to their newly married parents and the five held each other tight. After they each whispered something to Simon and gave him a kiss, the girls turned to Jacqui and quietly whispered, "We love you Mummy." And as the tears of joy continued to stream down her face she looked upwards for just a moment to thank her guardian angel.