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Replacing Mary My name was David, 40 years old and recently been laid off of my warehouse job. I was married to Malinda and to say that I married up was an understatement. Malinda was a year younger than me and drop dead gorgeous, red hair, large breasts and legs that seemed to go forever. When we met she was a law student and I was working for a major box store as a warehouse foreman. Not a bad job for a 35 year old college drop out. I made a good hourly wage and really did not have much responsibility. I was working part time in the warehouse when in my sophomore year the foreman passed away from a heart attack. I was offered the job with a significant raise, but it was fulltime employment. I took it since I hated school. The only thing I liked about the university was all the girls. At 5 foot 7 I was slim with a runners body. One night at a frat party I met Malinda. We hit it off and soon were dating. When I told her about the job offer and the raise she agreed it was good at least until I decided to go back to school for my "real" career. Whatever that was going to be. After a year I was promoted again and now was the manager of all shipping and receiving. This came with a yearly salary that I could not pass up. Knowing that I could provide for her I asked Malinda to marry me. She accepted as long as her mom approved. I had only spoken to her mom, Mary, on the phone but from our conversations I could tell it would be ok. We promptly planned an evening and drove over to her mom's house for me to ask. When the door opened my breath caught in my chest, it is not that she was stunning or overly sexy, but there was something about her that grabbed me. Mary was about 5 foot 10, had platinum blond hair that I could tell was hiding the grey hair she had. She was not as slim as her daughter, but had round hips and large breasts that accentuated her hourglass figure. She was wearing a full skirt and basic blue top. Her legs were encased in hose showing off her nice legs, I now knew where Malinda got her legs. Simple two inch wedges finished her look. Basically, she was what a woman of 60 should look like, feminine in every way. She greeted me with a simple kiss on the cheek that sent tingles throughout my entire body. At that moment I mistook it as lust for her, but soon enough I discovered what it really was. Blushing at my reaction I said hello. After long embraces by Malinda and Mary we settled into the kitchen where she promptly started to fix us coffee. As she moved about the room I couldn't get my eyes off her. She moved with such grace. I was enamored with the lilt of her voice. The way she held her head or hands. And when she swept her skirt under herself to take a seat I blushed again. No one noticed how I was reacting to my relief because I did not want Malinda to think I was sexually attracted to her mother. Which at that moment I was thinking I must be. As the three of us chatted I hung on her every word. I would think to myself, "I love how she uses the word wonderful," or, "its beautiful way she places her hand on her bosom when she laughs." Over the course of the afternoon I learned about her marriage and divorce from her second husband, Anthony. How Malinda's father had passed away from a heart attack. I explained that through the same awful occurrence I had gotten my position at work. That while she had some feeling for Anthony or Tony as his friends called him, he was not comfortable with her becoming more independent. His idea of a wife was a stay at home woman. To which we laughed together about old fashioned men. Anthony was still in town and would stop by from time to time to chat, but now they were just friends. Finally it was time to retire for the evening, but when Malinda suggested that the two of us head up to our room for the night, I said I would meet her up there because I wanted to help her mom clean up. She smiled and later told me she thought it was cute that I was staying to impress her mom. While it was true it was mostly because I just could not find my way to leave Mary's presence yet. I wanted to be around her. I wanted to watch her move and hear her voice. So I stayed and helped clean up, loving every minute of it. That night just as I was drifting off to sleep a thought occurred to me, "If I were a woman, I would be Mary in every way." That night I had a very strange dream. Malinda and I were in the kitchen and I was making coffee. Only I was not me, I was Mary. I was wearing the same outfit she had on that day. I moved and laughed and talked like her. When I caught my reflection in the window Mary looked back. The strangest thing is it felt right, normal, satisfying. Like I was who I should have always been. The rest of the weekend I spent as much time as I could with Mary. I coveted her being. By Sunday night I found myself copying her movements when I was alone. In the bathroom I would place my hand on my chest and laugh like her, then try again to see if I could be exactly the same. At dinner I even swept my hands under my butt as I sat like she did and actually caught myself wishing I was wearing her clothing. This gave me a start, I had never in my entire life ever had any desire to cross dress or be a woman. Why was this happening now and why was it Mary. Once we were home the thoughts and desires remained but mostly subsided into the back ground, but I still had them. Over the next month we planned our wedding and on a beautiful Saturday we went to the justice of the peace to take our vows. Now don't get me wrong, I loved Malinda and still do, but as Mary was standing next to Malinda in a stunning cream colored satin skirt suit I kept wishing I was her, wearing the suit. Not taking the vows as a husband. Our honeymoon was relaxing in southern California. I satisfied Malinda as her man and she me as my wife, but in the back of my mind was the nagging thoughts. I decided that I had a harmless fetish and figured I could live with it. It was not like I was a cross dresser or a transsexual, I was a man, it was just that for some strange reason I was obsessed with my mother in law to the point of wanting to be her, strange. Over the next two years our lives settled into a routine. I went to work and Malinda went to school. She graduated with honors and landed an amazing job with a firm as a tax lawyer. Every Sunday we would have dinner with Mary. Events that drove my obsession. I would watch her and practice being her more and more. I started going over early to help her prepare the meals, learning how she cooked. I decided to see how many of her traits I could take on in my everyday life without notice from others. I would see what books she was reading and promptly read them myself. I ate what she ate and found that soon I was adopting her likes and dislikes. The movies she watched the shows she followed, even changing the way I stood and walked to mimic her. This Malinda noticed one Sunday, she commented that as she watched mom and I in the kitchen that I was spending so much time with her that I was acting more and more like her. She laughed and said someone may mistake me for being a swishy gay if I was not careful. I feigned concern and even decided to tone it down some, but inside it thrilled me. Not the gay part but that I was actually becoming more like Mary. I made an effort to move more like I used too but found that it was something I did not do easily any longer. I had changed myself inside and now I moved like a woman, my idol Mary. Not long after that I began removing my body hair. I told Malinda I wanted to see what we would feel like smooth against each other, she giggled and said what a cool idea. Obviously the real reason is Mary was smooth and I wanted to be too, no I needed to be. It started with shaving but finally I found myself going to weekly laser hair removal sessions. Malinda did not know this part. One day after Mary had visited I found that she had left her spare glasses on the table in the living room. I removed mine and put hers on. While the prescription was wrong and things were fuzzy I decided to see if I could get my eyes to adjust to her prescription and promptly went out and got two new pairs of glasses, one with my frame and one a copy of hers. After a month of headaches and bumping into things at times I did it. My eyes had adjusted and now I had the same vision as Mary. Of course I returned her glasses but I had a pair just like them. I was thrilled and comforted by how I was changing myself, I moved like her, was smooth like her and now saw things through her eyes. At home I would practice being Mary every day whenever I was alone. I even took to referring to myself as Mary to help get into the mindset, such as when doing laundry I may say "Mary don't forget the fabric softener." You would expect that Malinda would start questioning the changes in me but honestly with her new job, we saw less and less of each other, I spent more time with her mom than her. When she did comment it was more to how much she appreciated how close mom and I had become. The only thing she did start to do was call me her swishy boy at times but I just laughed it off. I asked her if she was turned off by it, but she assured me that it was cute and honestly the softer I became the more she appreciated how I took care of her. "It is like having a wonderful husband and a girl friend at the same time," she explained. All while this was occurring I still had not worn any women's clothing, let alone any of hers but the longing was getting stronger every day to wake up and dress like her. Finally I took the plunge after taking Mary shopping one day. I picked her up one afternoon to take her grocery shopping, and she asked if it was ok if we stopped at the mall first so she could pick a new dress for a function she was attending. I agreed and off we went. We started at dress barn. There she tried on four different outfits settling on a beautiful empire waist floral dress that fell to her knees, I was in love. From there we stopped at Target and she bought a panty girdle and hose along with a new long line bra. After finding the perfect pair of low heel wedges at Payless shoes she was set, and I had a list of what I wanted. After dropping her at home I promptly went right back out and purchased the same things for myself, I was even thrilled that I was only one dress size different. Of course in my head I decided right then that I would find a way to fit into her size soon. I mean if I was going to be Mary I needed to be her size. Two days later I took the day off from work and dressed for the first time. While constricting I loved how the panty girdle hid my member when I tucked it. When I slid the pantyhose on for the first time a switch in my head tripped and I knew that I never wanted to be without them again. I stuffed my bra with two water balloons and liked how they gave me a weight on my shoulders from the bra straps. As the dress settled around my knees I tingled and when I slipped my heels on I smiled. I did not get a sexual thrill, no, I felt comfortable at peace. Like I was finally being myself. Looking in the mirror I was happy. The only thing that I did not like was my hair. While I had started growing it out, it still was a manly shag cut, not feminine and definitely not Mary's hair. "Time to see about a wig Mary," I said to myself. The rest of the day I just went about my business. I did the laundry, vacuumed, and prepped our dinner. I talked out loud to myself practicing using Mary's voice. It was the first of many days that I was Mary. From then on at least twice a week I was Mary at home. On Sundays I would take note of what Mary was wearing and then go out and see if I could find the same outfit. I would sneak into her room and look at her panties and bras so I could get them for myself. Before long I stopped wearing my boxers completely. Even at work I wore a girdle and hose. When I found a wig that matched fairly well I wore it more and more, all the time letting my natural hair grow in wait for the day I would be able to get my real hair styled to match hers. Of course I had no idea how I would explain it to Malinda considering it would mean bleaching my hair, but I was moving closer to becoming Mary and it made me happy. We had been married for three years now and I was standing in the mirror admiring myself when I realized this was it. I could go no further. I moved, talked, walked and was thinking more like Mary now. I had her vision and some of her wardrobe. My hair was at the point I could easily get it styled and bleached to match hers, but without losing my marriage I was done. I wanted to have her butt and hips. I wanted to have her boobs. I wanted to stop being David completely, but I loved Malinda so I had to settle on this stage. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry, sobbing I was sure I would never be truly happy and that I had to accept that this was as far as I could go. The next day everything changed and my life was never going to be the same. When I got to work there was a note on my locker that the regional manager was in town and wanted to speak to me in the break room. As I sat down I swept my hands under my thighs and crossed my legs at the ankle. Over the last month or so this had become second nature to me, considering at home I was in a dress most of the time it was habit. Mr. Jensen started by explaining that there had been complaints by many of my fellow managers that my output had fallen off dramatically. That it was obvious that I was going through a transition, and while that normally would not be an issue, my less aggressive work ethic has caused others to have to take up my slack. I no longer was making decisions or setting the example. I was puzzled and asked what transition was he referring too? Mr. Jensen paused and then smiled "David it is clear to everyone that you are transitioning to a woman. You walk, talk and act feminine. Now if that was all we would not care, but the woman you are becoming does not fit with the job of a senior manager. Honestly David, you should be a housewife not a boss," he said. I tried to deny it, but the tears that were forming in my eyes betrayed me. "It is ok my dear, look at you, just now you swept a skirt under you didn't you?" he declared. I blushed. With that he stood up offered his hand and explained that I would receive a six month full pay severance, but effective immediately I was terminated. On the way home I sobbed. What was I going to tell Malinda? We needed this income. I berated myself for letting this silly obsession take over my life. I decided that when I got home it was over. "If you can become feminine Mary then you can become masculine again." I said out loud. Then cried harder when I realized I referred to myself as Mary. At home I started packing all of my women's clothing into a bag, but found it extremely depressing. I cried nonstop. Finally I was sitting at the kitchen table in jeans and boxers when Malinda came home. She was all smiles because she had big news she declared. Then stopped short when she noticed my puffy eyes. I gave her a hug and explained that I had been let go at work because I no longer "fit" with what they considered Management material. "I am so sorry, I promise to find a new job," I said and began to cry again. Malinda held me and kissed my head. "Don't worry my poor man, my news is that I have been given a promotion, a BIG promotion and you can take your time finding a job or not even work should you choose." Malinda's firm was expanding to Europe and she had been made a partner. They had asked her to take over the expansion. The only problem is she was going to have to go to London for six months to set up the offices. This was a huge relief. "When we leave mom will be all alone. I know how close you two are, but I can only take one person with me." Then I hit on an idea, a devilish idea that would give me the chance to be Mary openly. I suggested that why not offer to take mom with her. We could rent out our place and I can move into mom's house and take care of the cats while they were gone. Yes, I would miss them both awfully, but it would give mom the chance to experience Europe. A dream she had always had. If after the 6 months they chose to stay I could follow and take care of selling or renting the house. Malinda lit up. "Oh baby, would you really do that? I know mom would love it. You are the best husband a woman could ask for." She said and kissed me all over. That same afternoon we drove to Mary's house and proposed that idea. Mary was hesitant at first but finally we agreed that it would be great for everyone. "David, what will you do in the home of an old woman for six months?" she asked. "First off you are not old mom, and I will just become you for a while," I said kidding. Of course I was serious but they had no idea. We all laughed at the prospect of me being her. "Well David you are more like her than even me." Malinda said giggling. A month later I was kissing them both at the airport as they boarded the plane. Our condo was rented and I had moved all my "David's" things into the spare room at Mary's. I had no intention of using the room at all. As soon as I got home I went into Mary's bedroom to see what she had left behind. Opening the closet I was beset with my dream, while she had packed enough to last for a week it was still full of her dresses, skirts and shoes. "If I am going to be a English lass, then I will have to buy clothes to match one when I get there." She told us. Basically she had left me her entire wardrobe. I giggled with joy seeing everything. The drawers where much the same, panties, bras, hose and slips. Not as much as before but still full. In the on-suite I discovered she had left quite an array of cosmetics and toiletries. When I opened her medicine cabinet I was shocked to find multiple bottles full of medications. There were was a bottle of pain meds for arthritis, blood pressure pills and something I had not thought about, hormone replacement pills. Mary had had a hysterectomy 10 years ago for endometriosis, and was prescribed Estrogen to counteract the loss of female hormones. While, she had used them for the first few months, she stopped taking them because they gave her hot flashes. "Besides, at my age I won't be getting any more feminine." She reasoned. Looking at the bottle I could see it was up to date and came from an on-line pharmacy. "Could I really take her pills? What would they do to me? Would it be permanent?" I walked away deciding to do some research. An hour later I was changed and wearing one of her, no my, house dresses. I went down to make tea, and fire up my laptop to finally jump off the cliff and get my hair done. "Why not, it is not like it I cant cut it and recolor it when they are coming back." I said out loud. I found a salon in the neighboring town that catered to Transgender clients. After a call I had an appointment in three hours. Now understand, I had never ventured out except to the mail box dressed a Mary, but I was determined to do it. This was my chance to see if I really needed to be her. Just as I was going to shut down the computer I remembered the meds. After an hour of research I found that I could safely take her meds for up to 4 months without any real permanent changes. Just some fat redistribution, small swelling in my breast, and a mood change. I reasoned that it was the right thing to do since I was going to be Mary I should be her hormonally. "Besides girl, your hips are flat," I declared. The only caution was too follow the dosage carefully, because too much may accelerate the changes. I smiled at the thought but dismissed it. Looking at the clock I realized I had to hurray and get ready, I had a 35 minute drive and I was going to need to look my best. I was scared and thrilled at the same time. I chose a peach prairie dress, nude hose, and black heels. With the added height I was exactly 5'10" the same as Mary. I did my make-up and went looking for a bag. To my surprise, in one of her wallets I found her driver's license. She must have realized that her passport was good enough and left it home so as not to lose it. Excellent, I now had ID too. Out the door to her minivan I went. The click of my heels was reassuring, the breeze up the skirt felt nice, I was on my way. When I got to the salon, I was greeted warmly but a young man that was obviously gay. He smiled and commented on how nice my shoes were. After setting down in the chair, he asked what we were doing today. I asked for my purse and showed him the ID. "Can you make me look like this please," I asked. He smiled and told me to relax. I had never been pampered like this before. Washing my hair was delightful. We chatted as he spread a smelly purple gel on my hair and then placed a plastic cap over it. "It will take about 30 minutes Ma'am for the color to set, may I suggest some eyebrow shaping?" he asked. I readily agreed, but was surprise when he produced an electric device with a needle. Now, I have explained that I had extensive laser hair removal no longer had to shave my body legs or anyplace, but electrolysis was new. It was like being stung by a bee every time he touched my face, but he was as gentle as he could be. When he produced the mirror my brows were thin and shaped perfectly to match the ID. "There sweetie, they will be like this forever now, no more plucking," he explained. In my revelry it did not dawn on me they would never be masculine again. I was placed under a dryer hood and admired the new acrylic nails I had. I felt so wonderful. An hour later after much primping my chair was turned around and Mary looked back. Her platinum blond silver hair in an up do was on my head. My eyes popped with the subtle make-up, highly arched brows even little crow's feet had materialized. I promptly started to well up with tears. "Now now honey, don't let the mascara run." He said smiling. "You are the woman you were meant to be," he said softly. My face fell at the comment. Was it that obvious that I was a man? He quickly assured me that he only knew because he too dressed at times but no one else would ever guess. I grabbed his face and kissed his cheek "You are a lovely man," I said. "And you are a wonderful woman," he replied. I paid with Mary's credit card, realizing the statement would come to me at home and since I had just become her in public I would need to use it. I stopped at the grocery on the way home and picked up some yogurt and bread for toast. You would think that it would have been a thrill to be in public, or at least I would have been nervous, but after leaving the salon I just felt normal, peaceful. At the store no one gave me a second look. A young man held the door for me as I left. When I got home there was a message that Malinda and her mom had made it safe and would call in the morning. I smiled and thought to myself that actually her mom had not left but was still here. At 10 pm I slipped on a flannel night gown, opened the medicine cabinet and took my first dose of hormones, double the dose "You have some catching up to do girl." I said to myself and went to bed. As I was drifting off to sleep I decided that in the morning David's things would be donated. The next morning Mary's, no my cats woke me, apparently it was time to eat. Sliding out from under the covers I saw my cute little red toe nails and felt good. I went to the bathroom sat to do my tinkles and then ran a brush through my gorgeous silver hair. On a whim I decided that morning and evening would be good for my meds and took a quick hormone pill, adding a pain med since my calves were sore from the heels I wore all day. All the while my cats were rubbing around my ankles. "It's ok babies, mommy is going to feed you." In the kitchen I fed them and started the coffee pot. I went out and got the paper and sat in my favorite chair to read. About an hour later the phone rang. "Hello." I answered. On the other end there was a pause. "Mom?" It was Malinda. I cleared my throat and said hello again in David's voice. "My gosh you sounded just like mom," she said. I laughed and told a lie I had practiced. "I know, I figured that since only we know you two are gone I figured that if I let people think she is here on the phone we can avoid anyone trying to break in." This made no real sense but I waited. For some reason she liked the idea. "That is great thinking, this way only we know she is gone and suspicions of a man in her house will not be an issue. Everyone will assume she is still home. You do a great impression of her, do it again," she said. "Hello honey how is London," I replied. She laughed and called Mary over to the phone and had me do it again. "It was really close, you still may need to practice some though," they said together. "Well how about if from now on, when we are on the phone I use her voice and inflections, that way you can critique me so no one suspects," I suggested. They both agreed and from that moment on I did not use David's voice again. Of course they just thought it was on the phone, but I stopped completely. I am jumping forward some but soon I had no idea how to talk like him, I had her voice. We chatted about how things were and how much fun they had. How busy Malinda was and then we said our goodbyes. I had a bath and dressed in a wonderful A-line dress for the day and set about doing the floors. After a month things were routine, I would get up feed the cats, read the paper, clean, talk with Malinda on the phone. They would critique my voice and expressions and said that I was still not quite getting it. So I set my next plan in motion. I suggested that in order to sound like Mary I would need to start referring to myself as her in everyday things on the phone. The fact that she referred to me as David really messed with my head when I was trying to sound female. I was about to make a suggestion when she did it for me, "Well as weird as this may sound, how about if I just stop calling you David, and call you mom?" she said then laughed. I paused and then said, "Let's try and see how it goes. It will be a game." From that day on, I was mom on the phone. I talked about my house, my cats and was Mary even to my wife. Even Mary referred to me as her twin sister. It became a fun thing to them, for me it was essential to who I had become. By the second month I was Mary it was so natural that we all just saw it as normal. One time Mary made a comment that made me smile, "You sound so much like me, I would not be surprised if you are wearing my clothing and living my life." And then fell into uncontrolled laughter. If they only knew. In the second week of the third month three very significant things happened that sealed my life for the future. My daughter and sister were still in London and both doing very well. Yes, over the last few weeks referring to myself as her mother had a big impact on how I thought. I know automatically just thought of Malinda as my daughter and Mary as my sister. It was not a stretch, it felt normal, and I liked it. I had been to the salon twice now for touch ups and everyone just saw me as the 60 year old woman I was. As I was leaving the grocery one day I ran into Tina, one of Mary's friends from church. She said that everyone was wondering why I had not been around and hoped I would be there on Sunday. Not once did she question who I was. No second looks, awkward glances, just how are you where have you been and please come on Sunday. I had just passed the ultimate test. Too a friend I was Mary. For the first time in a long time I felt a tingle. Being me was normal now, but having Tina validate it was amazing. Next I was in the shower washing my chest when I got a thrill from the loofa on my nipples. It was like a string to my member. I was getting turned on for the first time touching them. Also behind them was a lump, it hit me my boobs were coming in. I immediately got out and went to the mirror. Sure enough my hips looked markedly different, rounder. My thighs actually jiggled as I moved. Thinking back I realized that I had was having to struggle to get my pantyhose over them lately. I turned to my left and my butt was very rounded, feminine. With that I started to cry, but not out of fear but happiness. I finally was gaining the female body I longed for. I was getting the body of Mary. I sobbed with joy and promptly went to the medicine cabinet and took my hormones. I wanted these changes, I needed these changes and I had to find a way to make them go faster. Looking at my naked body I settled on my manhood, while diminished it still was there. True it was small and the penis could almost be considered a large clitoris at the one inch it presented but below it was the testis. Mary did not have testis, and I shouldn't either. They had to go and now! After dressing, reveling in how I struggled to get the support hose over my hips I called a Doctor that specialized in such things. He was highly recommended on line and I had made my mind up. That very day I made an appointment for a consult. Nowhere in my mind was the consequences of what would happen just three months from now when Malinda and my sister returned, only that I had a growth that had to be removed. Two day later I was in a hospital gown with my feet in stirrups and Dr. Jenkins examined my testis. I lied and explained how I was transgender and wanted them removed. He asked my hormone dosage, I lied again and cut it in half. He explained that in most cases it is a 90 day wait to do such a surgery but because of my age he saw no reason to wait. I had lived my life this long in the wrong body and if I wished it could be done right then and there. I did not hesitate, maybe I should have, but I pleaded for him to proceed. 4 hours later I was at home, a bag of frozen peas on my sutures, happy as a clam. It wasn't until Malinda called that I realized what I had just done. I could never go back. Sure I could stop the hormones. I could cut my hair and dye it back. I could practice hard to be male, but I would never produce testosterone again. My body was chemically female now. Forever. We chatted, she said I sounded tired, I told her I was nursing a cold we proclaimed our love and then she hung up with a simple, "I love you mom." The doctor had instructed me to reduce my HRT pills in half now that I did not need to overcome the testosterone production, I did not. I took one in the morning and one before bed. Within a month I was changed, physically and mentally forever. My boobs seemed to spring forth. I was a C cup plus. My hips and thighs were round and I had some cellulite, I loved it, and I started to notice men. I began to really worry. In two months my daughter and sister were to return and now I had gone to the point of no return. They both expected to come home and find a swishy man named David that sounded like Mary when he wanted. What they did not know, was he was gone. A few short years ago I had married my love and found that I was infatuated with her mother. I was not gay. I was not transgender. I just wanted to be her. Now four months after they had left, I was physically as close to a woman I could become without having sexual reassignment surgery. Not only a woman but I had become Malinda's mother. To the town, to myself, and somewhat to them. I could not go back. Distraught I settled on the decision that when they called the next day I had to come clean. Tell them the truth, but then they gave me a reprieve. Promptly at 8 am the phone rang. I was sitting on the couch in my robe having coffee. For the first time in months Malinda called me David. I almost told her she had a wrong number, but caught myself. "David honey, things here have gone very well. So well that we are expanding into Germany. The firm has asked me to stay on for another 6 to 8 months," she explained. "Mom has met a nice English gentleman and really wants to stay, so do you think it would be too much to ask if we keep our arrangement? This summer you can fly out and visit, I promise." There it was. I simply had to agree and I was safe to be me for a year or longer. How could I say no? looking down at my toes peeking out from the taupe colored pantyhose, I could not even imagine wearing pants or socks. But if I did who would I be a year or more from now? The decision was plain to me. "Malinda, I could never in good conscience stop your career or life, just because I miss you. Of course I miss my daughter, um wife, immensely, but we have made it this long and I am happy here. My cats need me, I love my home, or rather Mary's home, so yes don't give it a second thought. Now please stop calling me David, it feels weird." I laughed. Hoping she would take it as a joke. It was settled. I would stay home and be me and they would go on with their lives. I couldn't be happier. When I hung up a thought came to mind, "Another two months and Dr. Jenkins said I can have Sexual reassignment surgery, should I?" The recovery was awful. The pain was the most intense thing I had ever imagined. Think of having your insides ripped apart and your penis torn away, then add 50%. Dilation was boring, hours of sitting on a bed or couch with a plastic penis sliding in and out of you, but it was worth it. Looking in the mirror nothing was there between my legs but my womanhood. As my pubic hair came in I looked just like every other woman in my pubic area. I loved standing naked in the mirror now. I would admire my fat butt and thighs jiggled. How my D cup breasts sat on my chest. Most of all how my little feminine pooch above my vagina, pussy, looked. My only regret was that I had my pubic hair laser removed, so I did not have a nice little hairy patch to go with it. I had wrestled with the decision to have the SRS, but ultimately I knew that there was no going back. I was Mary and now I was physically female just like her. Long ago I had donated his things. Disposed of his identity. I even toyed with the idea of declaring him deceased. This may be too much I decided. My daughter and sister had been in Europe for a year now. I couldn't even remember what he looked like. How he acted. How he talked or moved. My church knew me as Mary. I was dating a nice man named Andrew and just last Sunday after lunch I had found myself on my back, ankles on his shoulders, his penis buried deep within me, my pantyhose torn to give him access. I wanted nothing more than to wake in his arms. To satisfy him. To meet him at the door in my stocking feet with a drink in my hand for him. To rise up on my toes and kiss him passionately. I was Mary Landers now. It had been 14 months since Malinda and Mary had boarded a plane. Tomorrow I was to meet them at the airport for a visit. They were staying in Europe. They thought that a man named David would be there so they could talk about selling a house, moving him with them, but that was impossible. He did not exist. I was Malinda's mother now. Mary had married a man named Joshua Andrews last month. So legally only one Mary Landers was here, me. Standing on the jet way I was nervous to say the least. I was wearing my best gown, peach lace over a satin chemise. The white stockings I had on felt wonderful. I was not used to stockings yet, but Andrew loved them. The pull of my garters felt delightful. Andrew, looked very dashing in his suit. I wanted to crawl in his arms and escape. He knew my entire story. I had explained how I got to this point, expecting him to leave me, but he didn't. No, he smiled, kissed me and then knelt on one knee and asked me to marry him. Looking down at the 1 carat solitaire helped me relax. "Andrew, I am scared. What are they going to do? They may scream," I said. "Don't worry my love, I am here. No matter what I will never leave you. I love you," he answered. Just as my tears started to flow I saw her, Malinda came down the walk, looking very pretty in a denim skirt and peasant blouse. Just behind her was Mary, only now she had dyed her hair brown, and she was arm in arm with a handsome man with a cute mustache. I assumed this may be her husband. I started to hide behind Andrew when I saw recognition in her eyes. I almost ran. Then out of the blue she smiled and opened her arms. "Mom, oh my how I have missed you!" she said and came quickly up to me and hugged me. I pulled back and looked at her puzzled. Just as I was about to say something, Mary grabbed me. "Mary you look amazing, so full and feminine. Just as I remember you." This really through me. I stopped. "Mary, are you ok? My gosh I would think you did not recognize your own sister Mandy." Turning to my left she said, "This must be Andrew. You are very handsome I must say." Both of us looked at them with wide eyes. Finally, after standing there for what seemed like an hour Malinda suggested we go to the airport tavern and talk while the bags where unloaded. We got a table and I swept my skirt under me as I sat and took Andrews hand. Finally Malinda spoke, "You can't honestly think that we did not know what was going on with you. I mean, you used a credit card, payed the mortgage. And Tina reached out. Don't worry I took the call and said that you decided to stay home after all. When you had the SRS the hospital obviously ran your credit which alerted Miranda that someone was using her accounts. I don't know exactly why this is what you chose, and I was hurt and angry at first but Mandy helped me through it. My only question is why my mom? If you are trans then fine but my mom?" Looking at her I did not know where to start. I needed to explain, but I didn't even understand myself. All I could feel is how much I wanted to hold her and make her feel better, not as her husband, but as a mother, her mother. I just looked at her with tears starting to form at the corner of my eyes. Andrew spoke up, "Malinda I don't think this is the place to settle this. Let's get your bags and go to the house. There we have all the time we need to sort things out, all I can say is she, referring to me, has been a mess about this just know she loves you both." With that we all stood up. I looked at him and rose to my toes and kissed him on the cheek. Malinda did not miss this, but did not say a thing. Joshua and Andrew loaded the bags the mini-van, Andrew held my door as I sat and swung my legs in, making sure to cover my legs with my skirt. Mary or Mandy as she was calling herself, did the same thing almost exactly. Nothing was said as we drove to my house but my fianc?es hand never left my leg, constantly stroking my stocking covered thigh. As we went inside, Mandy went up the stairs to my room, opened the door then stopped. She turned and went to the spare bedroom to leave her things. Malinda left her bags in the hall but looked at me. I said not to worry, Andrew had converted the office to another bedroom. She stopped then said thanks mom and went down the hall. Andrew took off his jacket and poured a scotch for both he and Mandy's husband. "I think the girls need to talk so how about we retire to the back deck. Do you like a cigar?" With that that the two went out the back door. Slipping off my heels at the door I realized that I had developed a run in my stockings, turning to Malinda I excused myself, "I will right down, I seem to have a run. Give me a moment to change my stockings please." Malinda looked at me. "Really, a run in your stockings? I come home to find my husband is now a woman, not only a woman but has assumed the identity of my mother and you are concerned with your stockings?" I looked at her with concern. "Honey we have a lot to discuss, things that are strange to say the least. Things I don't fully understand, and if I am going to be able to talk freely I need to be comfortable and I will only be distracted if all I can think of is there is a run in my stocking," I explained. "Well then reach under your skirt and remove them David right now so we can talk," she said exasperated. I turned and started up the stairs, but as I did I said over my shoulder, "There is no David, he is gone forever, and I want to change my stockings." I removed the offending hose and chose to slip on a comfortable pair of pantyhose, Andrew would just have to accept it, and padded back down stairs after checking my hair. It was time to see what was next. Sitting at the kitchen table was Malinda and Mary. I put on an apron and offered them tea, they both declined and asked if I had wine. Opening the fridge I realized that it was more appropriate for this conversation. As I moved about the room their eyes were on me. "My god you move like a woman completely, even down to the way you curl your toes over your other foot as you stand at the sink in your stocking feet," Mary said flatly. To which I responded "I guess you don't realize it but that is exactly the way you stand when not wearing shoes." Malinda chimed in with, "She is right, it is like watching you." Then she looked at me and asked "It is she now isn't it?" I nodded. Then she curled her lip and asked if she could see. Mary gave her a cold look of consternation, to which I said, "No it is ok, she and you both deserve to see." I walked over to the window to check that the men were still on the back deck then turned and raised my skirt, exposing my pantyhose and panty girdle. "You could be tucked in that underwear," Malinda said. Mary scolded her, "Malinda, stop it she is obviously trying." With a sad look I walked over to her and lowered my hose and panties exposing my vagina, and to my horror the tampon string I had forgotten about. Malinda reached out and pinched the string between two fingers. "What is this, a tampon? Why, you can't menstruate, can you?" I stepped back and pulled my hose and panties up smoothing my skirt into place. "No I don't," I replied with a red face. Mary then answered the question for me, "You mean to tell me that you never wore one after your husband came inside you to hold his seed for the day?" Malinda was mortified. "Well yes, but my husband is now standing in front of me, with a pussy and with cum of another man inside of him." With that I broke down and started to cry. Seeing that her venom disappeared. She stood up and hugged me. "I am so sorry," she said. After gaining my composure and a quick trip to the restroom to fix my eyes, we finally sat down together at the table. "I have no idea why I am this way Malinda. I never in my entire life ever had any desire to cross dress, let alone become a fully functioning woman. When I married you I knew I was heterosexual and only wanted to be your husband, but then I met your mother," I explained. "What does that mean, my mother made you want to have a sex change? To become her?" Malinda asked softly. Mary placed her hand on Malinda's arm to tell her to let me talk. "Not exactly but somewhat yes. The moment I met her I was drawn to her. I needed to be around her. The way she moved, talked, dressed, thought, was intoxicating to me. At first I thought it was a sexual attraction, but the more I was around her the more I realized it was deeper. The only way to satisfy the need was to mimic her. So as you noticed I started to act like her, I adopted her likes and dislikes, hoping it would satisfy my desire, but it didn't. I began to have dreams, and in them I was her, not sexual dreams just normal everyday things, only I was your mom. The more I adopted her personality the more I needed. It was a guttural internal instinct. As my person became closer to hers I felt better. When the way I moved and talked affected my job, it scared me, but it also thrilled me, I was changing, becoming more like her and I reveled in it. When the two of you left for Europe it was like a door opened and I jumped through it. I slowly at first then as quickly as I could did everything I could to become her. In every way, body, and mind. With every passing day the mirror reflected who I was. As we talked on the phone I became your mother. Long before I had the SRS I had become Mary. If today a court ordered me to become David again, I would have no idea who that is. So I understand that you probably hate me, and that is very painful, but I am now a woman. I can't go back, nor would every want to. This is who I am. Andrew has asked me to marry him as you know and if you want your home back I will leave, but you must always know that in my heart I am your mother, as weird as that sounds, I am." Mary looked at me and simply said "Yes you are." Turning to Malinda she said "She really is now. I suggest you two try and work it out. I will always love you honey, but this person is your mother now, she will always be. I am your aunt Miranda, just as the name change says." I was puzzled as I looked at her with my hand to my bosom, which in turn she had hers too. "Much of this questioning was a test honey. We have discussed this in length over the last months. I even came home three months ago and found you laid up recovering from surgery. My friends had become yours. I went home and through deed pole changed my name to Miranda, declaring myself to be Mary's sister. Legally that is who I am. Now Malinda it is time to come clean with your mother about what you have been doing." Malinda reached out and took my hand, "Thank you for being so honest Mom, now it is my turn. A few months before I took the job I came home early and saw you in the kitchen ironing my skirt. You were wearing the same house dress my mom had on the prior Sunday and at first I wondered why she was at our house ironing, but as I stood looking through the window I realized that it was you. You moved, dressed and were even talking to yourself in her voice. I was going to open the door and confront you, but I chickened out and went to my mothers and told her. The two of us decided to see how far this was going to go. So I encouraged you. I told you I liked how you moved like my mom. As you removed your body hair, yes I knew, I liked it. Even when you did not realize that you we completely feminine, I let it progress. Oh, and did you really think you could hide your dresses in the back of the spare closet? Anyway, when I had the chance at Europe I talked with mom. It was obvious to us both that you were pretending to be her. Also it seemed to give such pleasure. I have to admit, that I had stopped looking at you as my husband months earlier, so when you thought you were being clever asking for us to call you Mary and stopped talking as a man, it was clear who you were becoming. I checked up on you often, had nurse friend keep me updated during your surgery and recovery, both of them, and over time as Mandy became more of my aunt I saw you as my Mom." With that she got up and came to me with tears in her eyes. I held her and cried with her, finally I pulled away and said "I love you, my baby girl, I only wish I could have been here your entire life." Then I turned to Mandy. "Thank you my dear sister for raising my child. I will always be in your debt. I love you both." Just as we were settling down the boys came in. Looking at me Andrew proclaimed, "Are we all good now ladies? I'm famished and Mary the scotch is empty." He then came over and swatted me on the butt. I squealed and gave him a dirty look, then smiled. That night, Andrew and I had sex four times and I had to put panties in my mouth so as not wake Mandy. The next morning I was up early. I showered, and was clipping my stocking to my girdle when Andrew tried to take me again. I rebuffed him with a giggle and a swat at his hand. In the kitchen Mandy was already making coffee. "I see that you have not moved the coffee." We smiled and kissed each other on the cheek. I told her I loved her hair, but I preferred silver. With that Malinda came in wearing a denim jumper dress, but no hose. I looked at Mandy she wrinkled her face up looked at Malinda's legs. "What?" Malinda said. To which I took her hand and led her up to my room. "While I love your dress, please take it off. No daughter of mine will be without the proper lingerie. Your aunt agrees." She stood there then started to unzip, stopped and looked at me as if I should turn around. "Are you kidding me? Not only have I seen you before now I have the same equipment young lady. With that I turned and pulled up my hair so she could unzip me. "Let's be quick about this, Andrew is in the shower and I doubt you want your soon to be step father to see you, but let's make sure there no more questions about my body." I lowered my dress, reached up and removed my bra, and turned around in only my girdle, "I think you can see enough without me removing my stockings and girdle." With wide eyes she approached me. "My you are so...round. No offense but you really have a pair shaped butt now, and you know you can get rid of the cellulite with lasers. You even have a little pooch above your pussy. My god Mom you are so...Womanly!" I smiled. "Yes I am and I always will be. Now let's find you some foundation garments and stockings. In my house women were stockings." As we descended the stairs Malinda leaned over. "I have never worn these kind of stockings and a girdle before, they feel so nice and comfortable." "Why do you think I wear them honey, now let's have something to eat, it is a church day and we need to get dressed soon," I explained. A year and a half ago I was a man named David, married to a woman named Malinda, now after many changes I am her Mother Mary. Mary is my sister Miranda, and we are a happy family of women. I have replaced Mary.