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Note: This continues the story "Anna" from her sister-in-law Bianca's perspective. So, to recap, Anna and Bianca are trans women in their mid-twenties. When they were boys in school, Bianca (then Blake) harassed Anna (Al), ruining her friendship with Bianca's twin sister Beth. Eventually, as trans women they become friends, Anna and Beth fall in love, Anna gets her GCS, and Bianca falls in love with Anna's book editor, Brandon. Anna is a romance novel writer. Beth and Bianca own a popular LGBTQ bar. There are references to events or other background items in "Anna" that may not be clear but aren't central to this story. Bianca Chapter 1: Elsie "Oh crap! Brandon! Please come quick, I can't deal with all this shit!" "Ok, be right there, just give me a second, I'm on the phone with your sister." "Well tell her if she ever wants to see her daughter alive again, she'll hang up and you'll get your ass in here now! You've got to the count of ten!" Before I reached five, my boyfriend with fear plastered on his face, ran into our bedroom, stopped, briefly looked at me holding a baby at arms length with shit streaming out of her, down her legs, onto me, all over our white carpet. He covered his mouth, and gagged. "Don't you dare get sick, don't you dare!" I screamed. Three hours earlier my sister and her wife Anna, dropped off their precious daughter Elsie. Now don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore my niece. I plan on molding her in my image. I absolutely adore her parents too, but sometimes I think they are too controlling. Ok, I know that at three months old she needs to have a "schedule," have some limits set. But I can see the twinkle in her eyes, she has a little of her Auntie Bianca in her. She and I are destined to be best buds. However, at this moment I'm thinking of waiting until Elsie is at least eighteen before ever volunteering to babysit again. I firmly believe it's eighteen year olds that need babysitting. I should know, at eighteen I started living full time as a woman in college. Now that was the right decision for me, but I also decided not to tell my parents (just my sister), just showed up at their door after freshman year as Bianca. I seriously doubt they would have accepted me regardless of how I told them. But on the other hand maybe I could have handled it better. Like my sister-in-law and best friend needs to remind me from time to time, "be empathetic, try put yourself in their place." But this is the first time Beth and Anna have entrusted us with her. Anna's mom has been Elsie's only babysitter to date. So when Beth wanted to take Anna out for her birthday (Anna has this thing about her birthday), I begged them to let us take Elsie for the evening. It was a breeze until ten minutes ago when a rather pungent smell emanated from Elsie's diaper. "What do we do, what do we do? How can she be pooping this much crap? I didn't feed her this much!" I begged Brandon for answer. "Poor kid was probably backed up, and unfortunately seems to have a bout of diarrhea," Brandon said, trying not to look at the mess, but couldn't avoid looking at our carpet, "how are we going to get that clean, and we just bought it." "Focus Brandon! We bought it at Ikea, we throw this one out and get another. Let's concentrate on cleaning Elsie and your girlfriend. Unless you want to fuck me like this!" "God Bianca, watch your language in front of the baby." "You really don't think she knows what I said do you?" "Your sister will kill us if the first thing she says is 'fuck' and not 'mama." "She will if you keep saying that word." "Ok, ok, I'll grab several towels, you stand still!" Brandon seemed to switch to his romantic hero mode (I love his romantic hero mode, I get the greatest sex). He came back and gently wrapped Elsie in a towel and cradled her. He handed me another towel and pointed toward the shower which he had thoughtfully turned on. I'm afraid I took a rather long shower and left Brandon alone with Elsie. Just as I was stepping out of the shower, Brandon came in holding a clean, smiling, freshly diapered baby. "See, there's Auntie Bianca, all better! Wave to Auntie Bianca!" "You could have waited until I had some clothes on." "Oh I'm pretty sure Elsie doesn't care. She doesn't judge a woman by the way she looks, do you wittle Elsie-kins?" Who knew that seeing a man hold a baby and talk baby talk could be such a turn on. Wait, that's a strange thing to think. When I get strange thoughts and ideas I usually call Anna. Then I realized I didn't have to this time. I was confusing being turned on with being in love. By the time Beth and Anna came to pick up their daughter, Elsie was fast asleep in my arms. Before she dozed off, I think she tried to get at one of my tits. They do look a lot like Beth's. I'd usually crack a joke about something like that, but I actually felt a little sad. I guess Brandon saw that and came over and sat next to us. "Sorry I yelled at you, you know I never mean it, I was just scared that I broke the baby." "Hey, you were worried for the baby, not yourself. You may not like to hear this, but despite your quirky, sometime bad ass demeanor, you might have motherly instincts." As Anna was packing up all the Elsie's things, I was reluctantly handing her over to my sister. "I hope she didn't cause you any problems, she can be fussy," Beth said. "No, she was a perfect angel." I'm her quirky aunt, I can cover for my niece if I want to. "Mmm hmm" My sister seems to be doubting my veracity. Anna came out of the kitchen loaded down. Brandon hurried over to help. "Thanks but I'm getting pretty good at this. You should see us navigate the narrow elevator in our building." Then Anna whispered something in Beth's ear. "Did our perfect angel have diarrhea?" "Oh, you mean that old ratty carpet by the trash? That was me. I'm trying this high fiber diet that's all the rage in Hollywood. Just can't hold my ahh..." "Strained peas? Right. Good night sis. Good night Brandon, thanks. After the mothers and their baby left, Brandon grabbed two glasses of wine and headed to our bedroom. I was close behind. Unfortunately, as soon as we went in we both took a deep breath and realized we'd left one the towels in the bathroom. We closed the door, and took our wine to the guest bedroom. Turned out to be a pretty great evening after all. We'd never had sex in that room before. It gave Brandon some creative ideas. Yay for me! Chapter 2: Andrea Brandon woke up early and managed to sneak out of our apartment just as I was waking up. "Got to run sweetie," he yelled, "Sarah's monthly staff meeting this morning, just going to shower at the gym later. Bye." "Ok, see you tonight, careful," I said as I sat up in bed, "wait honey, isn't Sarah at a conference this week?" Too late, the door just slammed shut. I thought his boss and he were discussing that last week when we had her over for dinner. Oh well, no big deal, he'll just get to work early for a change, probably shock everyone. I stood up, stretched, and yawned a couple of times. Then asked myself, "what the fuck am I doing in the guest bedroom?" Oh yeh, Brandon and I were playing 'the business woman and the bellhop' last night. Usually it's 'the business man and the hotel maid' but Brandon switched it around because we had to use the guest room because... I ran to our bedroom, opened the door, and screamed, "You bastard!" Now I would have done the same thing to him if I had thought of it first. I am more angry at the fact that I seem to be a bad influence on him. Beth, Anna, even myself were expecting him to be a good influence on me. Well, I'm going to have to think of a fun way to punish him. After I disposed of the towel (right to the trash, no way am I going to try to wash it), I send a text to Brandon. Actually, two texts. 'NSFW text follows' 'We r playing biz man and maid tonight. U r the maid.' When I got to the bar a few minutes late, Beth was already in the office going over receipts. "Sorry about Elsie last night. We're still figuring out what solid foods to give her. Should have warned you but Anna said you guys could handle it." "I'm sure she did," I said, then thinking to myself, "the woman is going to get back at me for middle school even if it takes one stinky diaper at a time." As soon as I sat down, I got a text. Thinking it was Brandon, I took my phone from my purse, ready to see his response. Instead it was Andrea, the leader of the transgender support group I used to attend and where Anna and I reconnected. She wanted to know if she could stop by and talk to me. "Is that Moracelli's confirming our order? Tell them they shorted us a box of pizzas last time." Beth asked. "No, remember Andrea? She wants to stop by and talk." "You haven't seen her in months. Hope nothing is wrong." "Me too," I said as I texted her to come around at noon. Andrea is a statuesque trans woman in her late forties. She didn't transition until she turned forty. Her manager at the bank where she worked tried to fire her, but she fought back, going to upper management and getting them to support her. In fact, she eventually was promoted over her old manager. "Hi Andrea, wow, you look great!" She did! I don't think I ever saw her out side of group meetings. Today she walked into the bar in a smart business suit, black pumps, sheer stockings, hair in a chignon, looking very much like a corporate executive. "Bianca dear, thanks so much for fitting me into your schedule." "Is that your sister over there?" she asked. "Any chance she can join us?" "Sure." I waved to Beth to come over. "Beth, this is Andrea." "Hi, so glad to finally me you. Between Bianca and your wife, I feel like I already know you." "I hope that is a good thing," Beth responded. "So, I am moving on. The bank offered me a position at the corporate headquarters, and my husband and I decided I should take it." "Wow, congratulations," I said, "a position is even better than a job." "Bianca would have a problem in corporate America with her snappy repartee," Beth laughed. "Oh, I think Bianca would do fine, but she may need to tone down her fashion choices. I see she is no longer trying to imitate you." "Hey, I'm sitting here. You don't want me to relapse into being a mean girl again, do you?" I said indignantly. "Never, we worked too long and hard on you," laughed Andrea, "anyway, Samantha, you remember her, agreed to take over the group for now. But I'd like to ask you two for a favor regarding two current members." "Sure, what is it?" I asked. "For the last couple of months two very young, I'm sad to say, homeless trans girls have been staying with me. I'm not asking you to take them in." "Ok..." I said. "Their respective parents threw them out when they found them sleeping together, wearing girls clothes. They are both seventeen and they only have each other. The shelter they were at called me and I ended up taking them until they graduated from high school. Samatha got them admitted to the junior college where she teaches. She also found them rooms in a nearby student co-op. Although we managed to get them student aid, they have nothing to spend on themselves for even the most basic needs. With your contacts, is there anyway you could help find them employment? Also give them some hope because you were also rejected by your parents?" Beth answered before I had a chance, hopefully she's thinking the same thing I am. "Now we need to check the city and state rules first because we've never had anybody on staff under eighteen, but we do have three openings. One is serving drinks, so I'm pretty sure that one is out. Besides, that one really requires experience handling customers who've had too much to drink. The other two are in the lounge where we serve food, a bus person and a host or hostess. Neither involve alcohol so I think we're ok. The hostess job, or should I say position, pays a little more. Maybe we could alternate the girls so we could pay them equally and they'd have two experiences to put on a resume." All I could do is smile and stupidly say, "what she said." "I cannot thank you both enough. They've had some awful luck, if you could be a positive roll model for them, it might make all the difference in their lives." Andrea is saying this directly to me. I am starting to feel overwhelmed. So, I think is Beth, "essentially you're suggesting that Bianca act like a foster mother or a mentor. My sister..." "Yes, what are you thinking? Are you insane? I am a complete smart ass! I'm too, too, quirky. I'm too quirky to be a mother!" I pleaded. "As I was about to say, my sister could be exactly what these girls need. A smart ass survivor, someone who can teach them the skills and attitude to make it as a trans woman." "Really, that's one of the nicest things you've ever said about me. You think I can do that?" "Absolutely. You can handle seventeen year olds. The jury is still out on three month olds." "Well if you had warned me about the giant shower of poop, I could have been prepared!" Andrea was sitting there speechless. Chapter 3: Monique When I got home, I sensed something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it immediately, it was like things were out of place. That's it! But not out of place, everything was in its place. The apartment was sparkling clean. No empty plates, half filled glasses of wine, no clothes laying around, no clutter, not even dust! Then from out of our bedroom stepped, "Brandon?" "Hello madam, did you have a good day at work?" He said in an awful French accent. "Monique work very hard to make place nice. Please not punish Monique." Brandon had on my maid costume. Almost had on, I could see he couldn't quite get it zipped up in back. He managed to get my fishnet stockings on with ripping them. I usually wear my stilettos with them, but he obviously couldn't get them on because instead he had his feet crammed into an old pair of heeled sandals. I doubt I'll ever be able to wear them again. Fortunately he didn't get into my makeup. I would have killed him. "You look, what can I say?" "Monique look beautiful?" "Yes, absolutely! Let's go with that. You look beautiful Monique." "Thank you madam" "Wait, I thought we were playing 'business man and maid'?" I said. "I thought that 'business woman and maid' might be different. You know, give it a lesbian twist," Brandon or Monique said, "use a double dildo on each other. "We don't own a double dildo..." then I see Monique (going to have go with that for now because Brandon really does look adorable) is sheepishly holding up a double dildo. "We do now." While I thoroughly enjoy being penetrated, I am not interested in penetrating someone else. I tried it with a few guys in college and it just didn't feel right to me, and Brandon has never asked me to. After using a dildo on me once, he tried it. So when the situation is right, he let's me play with his ass. It looks like this is one of those situations. I kicked off my shoes, then pointed to them. "Monique, look, you didn't pick these up. Go to the bedroom, you naughty girl." Turned out the dildo was pretty fun until Monique pulled a muscle in her leg when she tried get into a scissoring position. That was the end of Monique. For a while there I was afraid I'd awaken some suppressed desires in Brandon. But he was pretty adamant that 'Monique' be a one time event. I was the only woman he wanted in our relationship. But our little role playing renewed a conversation we've been having off and on since we became a serious couple. After Anna had her surgery, I began thinking about my own body. I've had dysphoria, just not debilitating dysphoria. Sometimes I think my smart ass demeanor is just a defense mechanism to get me through those feelings. After Monique left (the costume returned to the closet), Brandon and I sat quietly on our bed just looking at each other. He's told me that when and if I decide the time is right for GCS, he will support me. It's my body, my decision. He loves me! My body is just a part of the whole package. "Brandon, when we role play, are we trying to, I don't know, compensate, maybe give us options that we, I don't have?" "What are you really asking?" "I'm going to be helping a couple of young transgender girls, give them employment and maybe some, and don't laugh, guidance. Guess that's what I'm asking you for, some guidance." "About having surgery, right?" "I want to be able to give myself to you." "Bianca, dear, you are sounding like one of Anna's romance novels. If you are asking if I want you to have surgery for me, the answer is no. If you want it for yourself, then the answer is yes." "Thank you," I whispered, then I purposely quipped, "Good answer." "That sounds more like my Bianca!" We leaned into each other and hugged, kissed, then he asked, "I think my leg is feeling much better, up to giving yourself to me again?" Chapter 4: Elena and Zoe A couple of days later, Beth and I set up interviews for Andrea's two girls. We wanted them to get the experience of being interviewed even though hiring them was a forgone conclusion (unless they came in with obscenities tattooed on their faces). They arrived together, right on time. First the good news, no face tattoos. The bad news is they looked like ragamuffins from Les Mis (I love those old expressions, my grandfather, the one who left Beth and me trust funds, always called us his ragamuffins). They both were wearing frayed t-shirts, jeans with holes in the knees (and not the pre-torn fashionable kind), and well worn boots. Hair was pretty long, one had hers in a side pony, but clean and nicely brushed. Each had on just a little eye liner and a smudge of shadow. Neither one was wearing a bra and it was obvious they should be. So at some time I'm going to have to ask them how they are getting hormones, but not today. Seeing them is making me realize I'm almost ten years older. I was expecting that to make me feel old. Instead it made me feel responsible, like it was my turn to try to change things for girls like... Damn, I'm just standing here philosophizing to myself when I should be introducing myself and asking their names. "Hi I'm Bianca," shaking each girl's hand, each in turn saying, "Hello I'm Elena" then, "I'm Zoe." "So welcome. Why don't we take a quick walk around the place, that ok." They followed me around as I showed them the bar, the kitchen, the lounge which doubles as the cafe for lunch, the couple of private rooms for small groups to rent (popular for lesbian bachelorette parties), and the dance floor and stage. They hadn't said a word until we got to the stage when Zoe said, "We saw our favorite band there last month, it was so..." "What?!" I screamed. "You two have been in here?" Elena then looked like she was going to cry and Zoe had her arms around as if to protect her. Ok, take a deep breath and speak calmly, I tell myself. I see Beth peeking out of the office to see what's wrong and wave to her to go back, I'm ok. "Do you two have fake ids? And don't lie because obviously you do unless you found a way to sneak in." Zoe answered, "We have fake ids but they didn't work, your door guy wouldn't let us in." Right now I'm thinking, thank goodness, Justin was doing his job. Then it hits me, "so how the fu.. how did you get in?" "We squeezed through the gate in back that's behind the dumpster, then we mingled with the crowd on the patio and came in that way. We're really, really sorry, we didn't buy alcohol, we don't even drink. We just wanted to listen to the band." Then Elena said, "Could you maybe just serve soda so kids can get in too?" So here's what I'm thinking, Zoe found a hole in our security and Elena just came up with a brilliant idea, open the place once a month, no alcohol, to teenagers. "So here's my proposal, you hand over those fake ids to me right now. You do not mention this to my sister when you meet her. She and I have probably done the same stupid things you have and more. So we'll find out." "Agreed? Good. So, what do you think of the place? Think you'd like to work here? We have two open positions. I'll interview each of you for the bus girl one, and Beth, my sister, will interview for the hostess job. Can I get you any water, coffee before getting started? It went well. Both girls had previously worked a summer at a fast food chain, which was where they met. They loved the idea that they could share the two jobs. By the end of our our interviews, the two off them had emerged, be it cautiously, from their protective shells. We saw them smiling and bubbly (teenage girls have the inalienable right to be bubbly, pretty sure that's in the constitution), but unfortunately, their wardrobes weren't going to be appropriate for work. "What do you think Beth?" I asked. "I like them, but there are a few things we have to address. Did you know they snuck in here to see a band?" Beth asked me. "Yes, but I told them not to tell you!" "That's what I like about them. They ignored you and told me because they didn't like keeping it a secret." Then Beth said, "Why are you smiling?" "I was hoping they'd tell you." "Playing psychologist are we, be careful it doesn't bite you in the ass some day." "I will, besides Brandon is the only one allowed to bite my ass." "Please, TMI," she begged. "So what do we do about their appearance. I'm afraid that's all they have to wear. One of them, Elena I think, told me she was only able to grab a few things before her dad physically threw her out." "Without making it look like a handout, what about either giving them an advance or tapping into the staff development fund?" I suggested. "Hmm, what about the money we were going to use to by t-shirts with '101 Cafe' on them that nobody liked? We call it a clothing allowance." Beth offered. "I like it. That would take care of clothes. Think it would be alright if I treat them to a spa day?" "We should keep our relationship professional. But I think Anna would be delighted to do that." "Really?" "She'd love to get out of the apartment, especially if you watch Elsie." Even though right now I'm envisioning Anna loading her daughter up with strained peas, I say, "I'd love to." "I'd love to," was also Anna's response. She arranged to pick up Elena and Zoe and make a day of it, shopping and the spa. Of course, first she dropped Elsie off at my place, the scene of the crime. Elsie cooed and gurgled and gave me a big toothless grin. Damn, the kid knows how to sell herself. "Ok Elsie, you take care of your Auntie Bianca, mommy will be back soon," Anna teased. "Ha ha ha," I said, taking Elsie in my arms, "but, thank you so much for taking the girls out today." Anna gave me a kiss on the cheek, rubbed off a little lipstick, and smiled at me like she was proud of me. I'm sort of sorry for thinking she would ever use Elsie to get back at me. If Brandon hasn't been a good influence on me, Anna definitely has. Several hours later Anna called, "Hey Bianca, the girls and I are done. I promised they could meet Elsie. We should there in about ten minutes." "Sounds good, see you then." When I opened the door for them, holding Elsie, the first thing that came to mind to say was, "What the fuck did you do with my ragamuffins?" And that's what I did say. "So help me Bianca, if the first word our daughter utters is the f- word, Beth is going to perform a penile inversion vaginoplasty on you the hard way," Anna scolded. Elena and Zoe looked a bit confused. "Sorry girls, it's a private joke between your boss and me." "Let me try that again," I pleaded, "you two look wonderful! Come in, tell me all about your day!" Elena and Zoe were both wearing the outfits they picked out for a hostess (with ample guidance from Anna). Each had on a simple sleeveless black shift dress (with a bra, I noticed). They bought black flats, at Anna's insistence, but were wearing black pumps with a modest heel. Apparently Anna kept pushing for comfort, but the girls had their hearts set on heels, something they had never been able to have. They showed me the plain white shirts, stretch jeans, and pink trainers they got for bussing tables. Anna made sure they had enough money left over so she could take them to her favorite consignment store. They spent the rest of their "clothing allowance" plus some additional money from Anna (her Lizzy, pay it forward, endowment) to buy several cute outfits they can wear at school. But what I noticed first was the happy smiles on their faces, framed by newly styled hair, shaped brows, and fresh, age appropriate, makeup. Anna took them to the spa salon first (the spa was a gift from me, we're not telling them that or how much it cost, even though I'd be surprised if they didn't know). From the moment they saw themselves in the mirror, they have had those happy smiles. I'm going make a promise to myself to do whatever I can to keep those two smiling. Anna and I are sitting in the kitchen, keeping a distant eye on Zoe and Elena playing with Elsie (should be safe, I didn't give her any strained peas today). "So tell me," I quietly talk with Anna, "what do you think, did you make any kind of connection with them?" "A small one. They are very protective of each other, and I suspect in love with each other. So tread carefully. However, you've made an impression. You might be the first person they implicitly trust. They kept talking about you." "So, I..." "So? Do I have to say it? Fine. You had them at hello." I then leaned in so I could speak even lower. "Any luck asking about where they got a hold of hormones." "Mmm hmmm. In the car after I picked them up, I talked a little about my transition, that I used to belong to the same support, told them they could ask me about almost anything. Elena then asked if I could help her buy a bra. Kind of a perfect segue for me to ask." "She looked to Zoe for help. Zoe seems like the real straightforward type, if you ask a direct question she'll answer. She said they got them online but they are really scared they aren't doing it right. I told them to talk with you, employee to boss about their healthcare insurance options." "Good, although it's your wife that handles that, she's the one with a business degree. I'm just another misplaced English major. At least you're using yours writing books." "Poor you, remember Beth and I share a bank account. You are doing pretty good by English major standards." "Nonetheless, thanks for finding that out. Brandon will be home any minute. I think I'll invite the girls to stay for dinner. We'll drive them back afterwards, so you can go home with Elsie." "I'll take you up on that, if I can pry my baby away from Elena." Chapter 5: Debra Four months later, "my girls," as I call them, are adjusting to a more stable life. Once they turned eighteen, we were able to give them more responsibilities. Elena's doing waitressing and Zoe is trying her hand learning bartending. Every so often, like right now before their shift starts, they come into the office and chat with me, often about parents. Being rejected by parents because of their gender identity and sexual preference took a toll on them. I know it did on Beth and me. But at least we weren't homeless because we had money from a trust fund. Zoe and Elena come from a small town. Zoe's parents, especially her dad, expected their son to be some kind of star athlete, while Elena's expected theirs to take over their church. By the time each were in their early teens, Zoe was being rejected because she was a small, effeminate boy who didn't like sports. Elena was beaten for wearing her sisters' clothes. Whereas the girls were victims of narrow minded values, Beth and I were simply disappointments. Our parents were staunch conservatives, but not like Zoe or Elena's. They were the country club type of conservatives. Everything was about business and making influential connections. When we were adorable little kids, we were useful props at dinner parties. The older we got, the less useful it seemed we were. Only if there were notable school achievements to brag about. So when they discovered they had a lesbian and a trans girl, we were discarded not because our parents were against gay or trans kids, we were discarded because we were no longer useful. "Wow, sorry girls, this has been a pretty depressing way to start the day. Haven't done that much self reflection since I was in group." "Are you ok?" Elena asked. I nodded yes. "Are you sure mom, I mean Bianca? You're crying." said Zoe handing me a napkin. "Yes I'm sure. Time for work, better get going." My other employees have started to refer to me as "mom" behind my back. Zoe in particular sometimes slips and says it to me. Oddly I don't seem to mind. As if the universe likes to play cruel jokes, I get a call from Beth. "Bianca, I need you! Can you come over now, I'm still at home." "What's wrong? It's not Elsie is it." There is a long pause before Beth answers. "In a way. Debra just called me, as in our mother Debra. She wants to see her granddaughter." "Like hell she does," I yell, "I'll be right there! When I arrive at Beth and Anna's place, Beth is pacing back and forth, muttering obscenities under her breath, Anna is holding Elsie. "Oh, Bianca, see if you can calm your sister down, she's been like this since that phone call." "I'll try, but you might have to calm me down first. I was just talking about our lousy parents with my girls when Beth called." I rushed over to Beth and held her tightly, "ok, tell me what she said and how the hell did she even get your number." "Remember Brenda, we were co-captains of the soccer team?" "Wasn't she one of your..." "Yes, one on my first girlfriends that mother didn't know I was sleeping with. She was in the bar with her partner several months ago when I was pregnant. We chatted, caught up a bit. Mother said she ran into Brenda at some salon and Brenda congratulated her on becoming a grandma. Not Brenda's fault, she didn't know. Mother probably asked where she saw me. Who knows how she got my number, maybe called the bar and someone gave it out." "What exactly did she say to you?" "She sounded indignant, like she was the one wronged. She said she had a right to see her grandchild, even threatened to hire a lawyer. She didn't ask a single question about me, if I was married, had a partner. Never mentioned you, or a bit strangely, our father." Under ordinary circumstances, Beth is the levelheaded one and I'm the impulsive one. In this case neither one of us were acting coherently. So, Anna to the rescue. "Sit down you two! This is not a crises. It is definitely emotionally upsetting, but not a crises. We have all the leverage. The whole 'hire a lawyer' thing is meant to scare you, imply you're an unfit mother or something, that she can take the baby away. She obviously has no idea about our marriage and finances. I'll bet she thinks you're a unwed bar maid or something." "Anna's right Beth, she's powerless, we're acting like we're still children." "Ok, so any ideas on how to handle this? Ignore her, or what?" Beth asked. "I say, let's get the whole thing over with, sooner than later. Meet her and put her in her place." I suggested. Beth and Anna agreed, but "Not in Elsie's home!" I asked for Beth's phone, looked at the call log and called mother's number. I cleared my throat and tried to recall my old voice, one I hadn't used since I was eighteen. "Hello Debra, how interesting to hear from you after, what, almost ten years." As much as I detested resurrecting Blake's voice, it served its purpose. She was too shocked not to accept my invitation to meet at my apartment with Beth, the day after tomorrow. Mother arrived promptly, no surprise there. Accept for her dark blonde hair, Beth doesn't look much different than she did when mother and dad threw us out. I on the other hand, am unrecognizable. So if you got it, flaunt it. I put on my most feminine dress, a tea length, white floral print, paired with classic navy pumps. Definitely not my more usual flamboyant attire. Brandon was sitting next to Beth. Why not flaunt my straight boyfriend too? I welcomed mother in my normal voice. I'll cherish forever the look on her face. I introduced Brandon giving him a passionate kiss. I think I'm overdoing it now, but I've made my point. I'm proud of who I am. Beth stood up but didn't say a word. Mother looked uneasy but quickly regained her air of superiority. She turned to Beth and started speaking slowly. "Now that I've seen what's become of my son, I have no doubt that you are an equal disappointment and not fit to raise my grandchild." In measured calmness, Beth replied, "No, you were unfit to raise Bianca and me." "Bianca! That's what you call yourself?" she said derisively. At that, Brandon sprang to his feet, already in his romantic hero mode (did I mention I love his romantic hero mode?) and confronted mother. "Mrs. Skyler, Debra if I may, your two daughters, yes two daughters, are the most caring and successful women I know. Let me inform you that they own the most popular and successful bar and cafe on this side of the city. That Bianca actually owns this building. That Beth is married and her wife is one of the most popular novelist in the country." Mother tried to recover from the onslaught of positive news, saying to Beth, "so you're still a lesbian? Who is this woman, she can't love your child like family could, like I could." On cue, Anna stepped out of the kitchen carrying Elsie, "I am the woman married to your daughter. Elsie is our daughter and we are her biological parents." I loved the confused look on mother's face. Anna continued, "Remember Al, the little boy who was always over playing with Beth?" "You mean that little wimpy kid that..." "I was not wimpy! I was delicate, wasn't I honey?" Anna laughed. "Yes, most definitely delicate, dear," Beth replied, and joined her wife and baby in a hug. To everybody's surprise, mother fell to her knees, crying. And crying, and crying. I couldn't stand it, I had to go to her, kneeling beside her, trying to give her a tissue. She wrapped her arms around me, sobbing and repeatedly saying she was sorry. Anna then knelt down with Elsie and asked, "Would you like to meet your granddaughter?" The next several minutes were surreal. It was like she had an instant personality transplant. The truth was a lot sadder. She's been alone since a year after Beth and I left. Our father ran out and married a trophy wife. She had been discarded because she was no longer useful. We are likely to be sorting out our feelings for months, if not longer, after learning she's been trying to contact us for years. I'm now upset that I refused to open any letters she sent during college. Mother was sitting with Elsie on her lap (under the careful gaze of Elsie's parents) when she asks Brandon, "So, what are your intentions towards my daughter?" I can't can't believe she just said that. Is she trying to be funny or is she serious. "Well Debra, I intend to marry her." "What! When? Are you serious?" I look at Brandon. "Did you just propose?" "Before this impromptu reunion, I was going to this evening." "Really?" "Don't believe me? Check in my dresser drawer," Brandon teased. I ran as fast as one can in four inch heels to the bedroom. "Where do I look," I yell. "Under the double..." "Got it, got it," I scream. I run back and hand Brandon the small box. He gets down on his knee, opens the box and takes out a diamond ring, holds it up and asks, "Bianca Skyler, will you marry me?" Of course I said, "Yes!" It's been quite a day. We confront a distant mother. Discover she's a damaged soul maybe worth repairing. I get engaged! After everyone has left, Brandon and I head to the bedroom for some celebratory sex, when my phone rings. They day is not yet over. Chapter 6: Zoe and Elena "What is it?" Brandon asks. "That was Justin, he was doing his usual rounds when he noticed talking and strange noises coming from that empty storage room in the cellar, the one the old owner left stuff in until she came and emptied it last month." "He's certain that Zoe and Elena are in there. He wanted to know what he should do, he's afraid they might be, you know, having sex in there." "I'm going down there right now." "I'll drive you," said Brandon. "Thanks, I might need help getting through this." The bar is only a mile from our apartment, we could have walked, even in these heels, but I wanted get there as fast as possible. Justin was standing at the top of the cellar steps. My girls were still in the storage room. As I went down the steps, I could here their voices and strange clanking and scrapping sounds. Then I distinctly heard Elena yell, "owe, that really hurts." At this point my imagination has gotten the better of me and I'm afraid that when I open the door there will be my girls involved in some kinky bondage sex or something. I don't think I could take the disappointment and start to tear up. When I swing open the door, there are Zoe and Elena wearing rubber, as in rubber gloves and aprons, on their hands and knees scrubbing the floor, the brushes clanging against metal buckets. Elena jumps up and smiles (I can see a fresh scrape on her knee that needs a bandage). "Hi. Bianca! Sorry, we wanted to have this all clean before we asked you." "Ok, just a second," I say, then call up to Justin and tell him everything is fine and tell Brandon to come down. "Now please explain why my engagement night has been interrupted." They see my ring and squeal and run over and hug me getting my dress wet. After the mandatory "oooing and ahhing" over my diamond, they explained what they were up to. The rooms they have at the co-op are fine and appreciated but not at all private. They each have a small single room. When they peeked into the storage room they discovered it was actually a small apartment. The old owner must have lived there at one time. There was a working bathroom and small kitchen hidden around a partition that had an old fashioned Murphy bed in it. They were going to ask Beth and me if they could rent it from us because they have made a commitment to each other. They pulled off their rubber gloves, each had a plain silver ring on their left hand. Brandon was standing in the doorway crying, "That is the most romantic thing I've ever seen." Chapter 7: Bianca and Brandon After explaining to the girls that the building wasn't zoned for rental units, so they were going to have to live there for free, Brandon and I returned home. As soon we close the apartment door behind us, we wrap our arms around each other and just stand there hugging, just enjoying the warmth of our bodies tightly pressed together. Brandon then gently puts his lips on mine. Not a passionate kiss, not a sweet kiss, but a very loving kiss, the right kiss. I momentarily imagine that Zoe and Elena are sharing the same right kiss. Brandon whispers in my ear, "Wait for me in the bedroom, I'll help you undress." I sit patiently on the bed, my legs crossed, heel dangling seductively on my toes. Brandon enters with two glasses of champagne and two chocolate covered strawberries. "A toast, to the woman I love." "And to the man I love! We clink glasses, take a sip, and put them aside, ready for other delights. Brandon sits on the floor and removes the dangling shoe. Then he massages the ball of of my foot and my toes. When he gently nibbles on them, I feel myself getting aroused and reach under my dress and touch myself, slipping my hand into my panties. I cross my legs the other way and Brandon removes my other shoe. He sits beside me and slowly pulls the zipper down on the back of my dress. He stands, takes my hands, pulling me up so that my dress falls away, down to the floor. Brandon cups my face, kisses me passionately, then reaches behind and unhooks my bra. When he begins playing with my nipples, I swoon, lose my balance, flopping back onto the bed. "A little excited I see," Brandon says, looking at my wet panties. As he stares at me, he takes off his clothes. Finally, he places his hand on my panties and gently rubs them against my penis until it peeks out from the lace waistband on my panties. I sit up as he pulls them off. Brandon's aroused cock is right before me, begging to be held and kissed. I take him in my hand and brush the head of his cock on my lips, leaving traces of my lipstick on it. Our seductive foreplay gets the better of us, and we fall into bed, naked bodies pressed and grinding together. In the past, Brandon usually brings me to climax by using his hands, while I love to excite him with oral sex before taking him inside me. Tonight is special, and Brandon is giving me pleasure with his soft warm lips, gently kissing and licking my swollen penis. It's nice to know that someday he will eagerly go down on my pussy. The day ended as Brandon filled me with his warm cum, falling asleep, his cock still inside me, two people as one. Chapter 8: Bianca Life is interesting. There are different ways of approaching it. My best friend Anna made a list of goals. She accomplished all of them and more, becoming a writer, a woman, a wife, a mother. Brandon sees life through the eyes of a romantic, editing romance novels, seeing love between two transgender girls, being my hero when I need one. Zoe and Elena face prejudice and rejection but find strength through their love for each other. My sister Beth finds love through forgiveness and loyalty. I didn't have a plan. I've been shaped by the people around me. From a scared little boy to a happy, confident, and loved trans woman, a proud woman. So I think I'm ready to make plans. Sure, I've got a wedding to plan. Make that two, I expect to be the mother of two brides (after they graduate from college, I insisted on that). I'm thinking politics. I see trans women winning elections. Why not me?