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Author's Note: Most of the characters in this story have been introduced in my other writings (sort of a story ecosystem). All of those stories are somewhat linked in that they all take place in the same locales in a progressive mid-American city even though the characters usually only have a peripheral relationship (eg hang out at the same bar, work at the same company, go to the same school). The main characters here, Elena and Zoe, were introduced in "Bianca" as two homeless kids who get a job working for the eponymous character. Prologue: How I Got Stuck Planning a Wedding "No, unh-uh, no way, I have absolutely no experience, and besides, mom and dad will disown me just like you!" "Come on Elise, pretty please, you have experience. You've handled events for dad's church, right?" pleaded my younger sister, Elena. "I don't call a barbecue and three funerals experience" I retorted, somewhat smugly. That should have ended all this begging of me to plan her wedding. But it didn't. By the time I left her apartment two hours later, I was laden with bride magazines, collected by Elena and her fianc?. For the next two months, my life became one long sequence of unlikely twists and turns. I never imagined that something as seemingly straightforward these days as helping two women get married, who only incidentally happen to be transgender, would be such an adventure? Now I realize two months is not a lot of lead time to get a wedding planned, especially in these days of hyper expensive and elaborate celebrations that often last longer than the marriage itself. However, Elena assured me that this one was going to be low key and that most of the plans were already in place. I was just taking over from someone, a member of Elena's surrogate family, who no longer had the time to finish off the last remaining details. She just conveniently left out a few pertinent details about her, let's just say "colorful", surrogate family and friends. Heaven knows, growing up in a small town in the same strict fundamentalist family as my sister, I could have become just like my parents. But when they threw my sweet and gentle brother, still a minor, out of our house, calling him an evil agent of the devil when they found him in one of my dresses, putting on makeup, my whole world view was upended. I had given him the dress. When I tried to explain, Elena (a name I gave her) stopped me, gathered what few belongings she had, whispered "don't worry, I'll call" and ran out the door. That was almost four years ago and I hadn't heard a word from her. I went through the motions of the remainder of my teenage years. Finished high school and junior college. Then immediately left, moving to the city and getting a job at a boutique dress shop. I'm not sure if my parents even noticed I left. We had virtually stopped talking when I refused to sanction any of their right-wing conspiracy theories. I was probably only days away from being thrown out myself. So, claiming I was worried that they would disown me was only a ruse to get out of planning a wedding. It was only a month ago that we found each other. She came into the store where I work, looking for a dress for a party at her college. I didn't have a clue. She might have looked vaguely familiar, but nothing I could put a finger on. My only thought was that this cute young woman had a nose like mine. On the other hand, Elena had no trouble. I didn't look too much different from that horrible day four years ago. My hair is longer, colored, and cut in a more sophisticated style than Madge at Madge's Hair Emporium back home could ever achieve. I was also wearing a name tag. Elena just stood there holding several dresses she was about to try on, staring at me, mouth agape, her pouty lips trembling and tears forming in the corners of her beautiful almond shaped eyes. All of which, along with her boobs, I am now quite jealous. Seems her DNA was much more attuned to the wonders of female hormones than mine. Not that I can really complain. I just wish that I could have been there for her transition to womanhood. I didn't know what to think. This woman was about to cry and I didn't know why. She was the only customer in the shop so I wasn't worried about her making a scene or that she was trying to distract me for some nefarious reason. No, she looked genuinely emotionally distraught. Not the usual distress I seen when a customer looks at the price tag of a dress that has less fabric than a t-shirt. "Is there anything wrong? Can I help you?" I said as I approached her. Before I got the last word out, she dropped the dresses and embraced me in the most loving hug I have ever experienced. "Oh Elise, Elise, I've missed you so much," I heard her sob, muffled into my ear, her head resting on my shoulder. In an instance, my own tears started flowing down my face, as I realized who I was holding in my arms. My boss quizzically poked her head out of the back room. "Everything all right out here?" she asked. "Yes, never better," I said, "never better." Chapter 1: I Meet the Family "You never called me!" I suddenly remembered and looked bewilderedly at Elena. "I tried once, but dad answered. Said he wasn't going to allow me to corrupt you and cause you to go to hell and if I I ever tried to reach you again, he'd track me down and stop me for good. I thought about sending a letter, but figured that would be intercepted and cause you even more grief. I'm so sorry." Fuck. Among other things, our parents were technophobes, but only as far as we were concerned. We were not allowed to have our own phones. The only computer was kept at his church. So even email was not an option. And yet they saw nothing wrong with spending hours themselves, cruising the dark web, chatting with other conspiracy enthusiasts. "I tried asking your friends if anyone of them knew what happened to you. But no one did. Finally I tried checking the McDonalds where you worked hoping to find that boy you talked about. They told me he quit the same time you did. Last time anyone saw you was when you and he left together." I explained. Elena started giggling and told me, "Yeah, that boy and are are engaged. Except that he is now she, and her name is Zoe." Now, four weeks later, Zoe, my soon to be sister-in-law and I are BFFs. Learning about their four year journey together has brought me both joy and sadness. I would do anything for them. The three of us were on the way to meet with a woman they kept calling "mom." By this point, I had learned that this woman was sort of a transgender roll model and mentor, the person who took them in and gave them jobs and hope for a future. When we came to an apartment building parking lot, Zoe smiled and said, "Turn here, this is mom's building." Turns out that I should have taken that simple statement literally. As in, "Mom owns this building." I don't think anything could have prepared me to meet Elena's surrogate mother, Bianca. I had it in my mind that she was old. I mean the girls called her mom and told me mom was really strict with them. I pictured someone wearing mom jeans, sensible shoes, and no makeup. When to door swung open, there stood a thirty year old fashionista wearing a sleek black satin dress, towering over me in four inch heels (I'm pretty sure they were Louboutins or some other designer brand that cost more than my entire collection of misfits from Target and DSW). Brushing her long red hair behind her ear, she screamed, "They're here, my ragamuffins are here everybody!" Stunned, I glanced at Elena and Zoe who seemed unfazed by this odd greeting just as I felt a hard tug on my arm as I was pulled into a crowded room. "Elise, Elise! Look everybody Elena's big sister is here. Come here you cutie pie and give your Auntie Bianca a big hug!" my apparently new family member yelled as I soon felt my face plunged into her well endowed bosom. Once I freed myself from this unexpected display of affection, I realized that I was being surrounded by whole bunch of strange people. (Ok, I really didn't intend to use the word "strange" in a pejorative way. I just meant unfamiliar. Really.) Elena seemed a bit confused. "Ah, mom, I thought we just coming over to see you and pickup the wedding plans you had started on. Why is everyone here?" she asked. "Elena sweetie, you know that I would never pass up a chance to have a party," she stated matter of factly. Elena looked incredulously at Zoe who shrugged her shoulders, grabbed a glass of wine being offered by a hot looking guy (hmmm, wearing a wedding ring) and said "Yeah sweetheart, you know that, how'd you miss that?" Then Zoe changed the subject. "You dyed your hair red mom! Looks really nice!" "I just love it too! It was Brandon's idea. He thinks I look like that Beth Harmon character on that show about chess. I even went out a got a chess set. We're playing strip chess. We have a bet. If I beat him, he'll buy me pearl earrings to match my necklace." "Well, good luck with that," said snickered Elena, "maybe Elise can give you some tips. She played in high school." Bianca's eyes lit up, grabbed me by the hand and started pulling me towards an adjoining hallway, asking me to tell her what I knew about the Sicilian defense. My sister screamed, "Mom! No strip chess!" "Bianca stop it," said her husband Brandon, handing me a glass of wine. "Sorry about that. My wife has her heart set on those earrings." Then whispered in my ear, "I'll buy them for her regardless but I usually have her naked by the nineteenth move, so I'm in no hurry. Although my wife is extremely intelligent, so I'm beginning to suspect she's losing on purpose." Suddenly there was a loud crash coming from the hallway. Immediately a small child emerged, running and holding what looked like, like... well it looked like a sex toy, a double dildo, holding it up and saying proudly, "Mommy look what I gots." One of the women screamed, "Elsie, no no no no", running to the little girl and immediately picking her up, grabbing the toy away from her, tossing it to another woman, telling her "Anna go see what our daughter has gotten into now!" A minute later the woman Anna came back (sans toy) and reported, "Beth, it looks like Elsie pulled out a dresser drawer in Bianca and Brandon's bedroom. It fell to the floor. There are panties and bras everywhere. The woman Beth yelled at Bianca, "How many times have I asked you to child proof this place?" "We did the kitchen and bathroom Beth. Guess it never occurred to us to do the bedrooms too. I'm really sorry. Is Elsie ok?" a very sheepish Bianca asked. "She's fine sis. Sorry she fucked up your panties. Tell Auntie Bianca you're sorry Elsie." "Sorwee I fucked you panties Auntie Binka," said the little girl. Anna looked exasperated and started yelling at Beth "After we worry for three years that our daughter would pick up bad language from Bianca, she ends up picking it up from you." Beth turned to her sister. "Bianca, if you make one of your sarcastic comments, so help me I'll, I'll... Never mind, someone get me a refill of wine. Better yet, Brandon get me some Scotch and make it one of those that Bianca hides under the sink." Beth walked over to two older women sitting on couch together and handed one of them the little girl. "Here play with gramma. Can you try to keep her out of any more trouble?" "You know she takes after you don't you? And remember what a brat your twin brother was before becoming Bianca," the woman said. "And don't forget that half my of my DNA contribution came from you. Let's keep hoping that Anna's DNA kicks in soon or we're all in trouble, mom," Beth said. While the crowd settled down, Zoe took me aside. "Ok, here's a quick guide to the cast of characters. Over on the couch are Deb, she's Bianca and Beth's mother and filthy rich, and Donna is her girlfriend. By the way, Donna is trans and get this, she once dated Beth. So, then we have Beth and Anna. They're married and Elsie is their biological daughter. Anna is trans and before her surgery they well, you can figure it out. Oh, and Anna is sort of famous. Ever hear of the novelist who goes by A. Myers? And of course we have Bianca and Brandon." "Ok, let me get this straight. Along with you and Elena, we have Bianca, Anna, and Donna, there are five trans women here. I think I feel left out." I looked at Zoe, "I mean, you and Elena would never been able to survive back home. I never could have been able to help the way these gals have. It's important to have a community." "Anyway, the one that seems out of place is poor Brandon, he's the only male," I added. "Don't worry about Brandon. He loves women. He might be the most nonjudgmental, sensitive, and supportive man on the planet. He took time off from his own job to run Bianca's campaign for city council." "She ran for political office? That's impressive," I said. "More impressive is that she won," beamed Zoe, "that's the reason Elena's been begging you to plan the wedding. Bianca was going to, but doesn't have the time now. We finally convinced her to turn the reins over to someone else and just be happy with being the mother of the brides." We never did get around to discussing the wedding plans with Bianca. Most of the evening was spent listening to stories about the various hijinks the girls have been involved in. I at least was able to contribute a few details about Elena that she hadn't shared yet with anybody. "When I look back on it, it's amazing that Elena was never caught earlier, " I said. "Growing up, the two of us always played in my room. Elena said she hated all the 'dumb trucks and toy guns' that were always given to her on birthdays and Christmas. She preferred the 'pretty things' in my room. I kind of suspected our mother had a clue. She was so passive aggressive about gender roles. Always making condescending remarks anytime she saw anyone she suspected was not 'normal'" "Anyway, we were in my room one day and I was telling her all the names of my dolls when she blurted out that she wanted a girl's name too. I came up with 'Elena' because is was the name of my ballet teacher and because she was so graceful, like my little sister." "Wait, is that why she's always doing pirouettes around our apartment?" laughed Zoe. "The last time she did one she knock over a lamp." "Not to mention the tray of drinks at the bar a few weeks ago," snickered Beth. "That wasn't me," yelled Elena, "that was Zoe!" "Oh right," said Beth. "Hmmm, I have a great idea for a wedding present for you two. Ballet lessons!" "Really?" chimed in Bianca. "Like you would ever be caught dead in a tutu." "Now wait, let's not dismiss this," said Zoe, "I'd love to see Elena in a tutu. I was forced to play football as a kid. Ballet would have been so much cooler." "Yeah, until the football team turns you into a tackling dummy," quipped Anna. By the end of evening, I was starting to feel like a member of this eclectic little group. As we were leaving, Bianca said "Sorry we didn't get to discuss the wedding. Are you free tomorrow afternoon? I'm always in the bar on Saturdays." "Sure, what time?" I asked. "Let's say one-ish. You know where to go?" "I've been to the girls' apartment in the back, but not to the bar itself." "Ok! Just come to the front door and tell Jason who you are and he'll bring you to my office." With that, Bianca pulled me one more time into a big hug. This time I think I felt a twinge of excitement when I was snuggled into her boobs. Chapter 2: Another Chance Encounter I arrived at Bianca's bar, the Cafe 101 a bit early. Although I'd been here before to visit Elena and Zoe, I'd always just driven down the back alley and parked in the lot near the entrance to the girls' apartment. This was the first time I've walked around to the front entrance and realized that the building was a converted warehouse and that Bianca's "bar" was not some cozy hole-in-the-wall drinking establishment. Rather it was a sprawling multilevel LGBTQ entertainment complex. There was a large group of young women, about my age, milling around the entrance waiting for the one o'clock opening. So I just got in line behind them. "Ok everyone, listen up. Before we go in I have the new team scarves for everyone," shouted a woman at the front of the line. She then started handing out long green and white scarves with writing on them. When she got to the end of the line, she looked at me frowned and said, "Hmmm, I'm all out. I'm sorry did you order one at last months' party?" "Sorry, I'm not part of your group," I said. "Oh, no problem. Do you want to be? We're open to all lesbians who support our local soccer team," she told me. "Ahh no thanks, not into soccer." I tried to be diplomatic, but the woman smiled and said, "We won't hold that against you. It's really just an excuse for women like us to get together and support each other. Especially if you're not completely out yet." Before I could reply, the doors opened and the group started to move into the bar. "Think about it," the woman said as she started walking towards the entrance. "Besides," she winked, "you're pretty cute, you know that." When I got to the door, I saw the guy checking IDs had "Jason" on his name tag. He very politely smiled and told me that Bianca was running a little late but that he would take care of me. He then escorted me over to a table near a stage on the main floor and waved to a girl behind the bar who I immediately recognized. Zoe came running over carrying a full glass of pinot noir (she's a great BFF who knows my favorite drink). After a quick hug, she hustled back to tending bar. Off in the distance, I saw Elena seating the group of lesbian soccer fans around a large screen tv in a lounge near the back. While I sat there sipping my wine, I noticed a guy sitting on the edge of the stage staring at me. "We know each other, don't we?" he shouted to me. As he walked toward me, I realized that we did know each other. "Kyle, what on earth are you doing here?" I asked. "Well darling, more to the point, what are doing here?" he laughed and pulled up a chair and sat down. "Well, see that lovely young lady hostess over there?" I started. "Elena? You're dating Elena? You sly thing, I never in a lifetime would have guessed you're gay. Back in choir I always thought you had a huge crush on Scott Andrews." "No, I am not dating Elena, you idiot. Elena is my sister. I'm here for her wedding," I explained, wondering why everyone seems to be thinking I'm a lesbian while at the same time thinking about Bianca's luscious boobs. "Since when do you have a sister? Back in high school you only talked about your brother. And that was so sad about him. Did you ever find out what happened to him?" he asked. I decided to just sit there and stare at Kyle until the little light bulb in his head went on. Suddenly Kyle raised both his hands, covered his mouth and gasped, quickly looking over to Elena, then back to me in rapid succession. Then he reached over the table and hugged me. After filling him in on how we found each other, Kyle got around to my original question. "So after high school I went out east for college. I'm back here now and starting grad school soon at the university. Anyway, while in college I got heavily into gender bending cosplay. Several of my, let's call them acquaintances, saw my TikTok lip-sinking posts and told me I'd be really good at drag. And I was. So, I come here occasionally and perform on amateur night. You must come and see me sometime. You know, maybe we could do an act together." "Women can do drag?" I puzzled. "Girlfriend, women can do anything they want," he explained. "Yes we can," I replied and lifted my glass of wine. "So do you know Elena well?" I asked. "No, not at all. She helps run the drag show, kind of the stage manager," Kyle said, then looking deep in thought, continued, "Hmmm, ok then, so again, back in high school, everybody knew I was out, but there was another boy in our class who wasn't." I simply shrugged my shoulders and said, "Hardly surprising, but go on." "Well, we messed around a little, nothing heavy. He was mostly just confused about things and asked if he could confide in me because we'd been friends since grade school. He was one of the jocks, so he was pretty afraid of telling anybody for fear of, well you know how that would have gone down. We still keep in touch. He's really a nice guy." "Get to the point, what are you trying to get at?" I asked suspiciously. "Right. Well this guy had a younger brother who ran away about the same time your brother disappeared. I was just wondering if there is the off- chance that your sister might know anything about my friend's bother?" Fuck. There is no way I can answer. The chances are virtually zero that this not Zoe he's talking about. The town wasn't big enough to have had a third boy the same age run off without me knowing about it. "Don't know. I'll run it by her sometime," I evaded. Now please, please, please doesn't ask who Elena is marrying. "So tell about the guy Elena is marrying, is he a stud?" Kyle teased. "Actually it's a woman." And I gave no more information. Luckily, I saw Bianca arrive so I could politely end our little high school reunion. "Let's stay in touch." Kyle waved to me as I headed towards Bianca. Chapter 3: And Yet Another Unexpected Encounter The second Bianca closed her office door, I began babbling incoherently about my encounter with Kyle. "I mean, what are the odds I run into somebody from my high school, let alone someone that's likely connected to Zoe, how the fuck can that happen?" I screamed. "Oh I'd say more often than you'd think. At this place, maybe once or twice a week," Bianca mused. "You see," she explained, "almost every LGBTQ person moving to the city from the rural part of the state ends up walking into this place. They eventually run into somebody from their home town. Usually someone they never suspected was gay or trans." "Leave it up to Zoe. She never talks about her past. Well, probably to Elena. But no one else. After we're done, go talk to your sister and let her break to news to Zoe. Kyle, the dear boy is bound to let his curiosity get the better of him and poke around by himself anyway." "Ok. Let's talk wedding, shall we." "This whole wedding planning will be a snap," I thought after leaving the bar. Bianca and her sister are providing the venue and the catering at the bar. They are also providing the music. I guess it's supposed to be a surprise because the girls said they just wanted Alexa to stream in music. All I have to do is decorations, flowers, guest list, dresses, and an officiate. By the following Saturday I'd taken care of the decorations and flowers and I was on my way to finalize a guest list with Elena and Zoe. Upon entering their apartment, I was confronted with two unexpected sites. First, there was Kyle standing on a chair in a gold lam? evening gown while Zoe was pinning up the hem. Second, was that Scott Andrews was helping. Zoe looked up at me with a big, sheepish grin. "Look what I found on my doorstep." Scott gave me a little wave. "Hi Elise, nice to see you again. I think the last I saw you was outside of Madge's. That must've been almost a year ago." Scott stood up and came over and gave me a small hug. He was definitely less muscular, a lot thinner, and had longish hair. He also wasn't nearly as tall as I remembered. He barely had an inch on me. Obviously he didn't play football anymore. And with some faint remnants of polish on his nails, it wasn't obvious what team he was now playing for (to coin a phrase). I plopped down on the small couch next to my sister. "So Zoe, obviously you decided to talk to Kyle. And obviously I'm a fucking idiot for not figuring out that your brother was Scott. I mean, 'Zoe Andrews', how dense am I?" "Come on Elise," said Zoe, "we've only been friends for a little over a month and besides, half the town is an 'Andrews." "You're grossly exaggerating, but thanks." I sat there and fixed my stare at Zoe, then on Scott, and back until they got the hint that I needed details." Zoe was the first to relent. "While Scott would act like an arrogant jock around school and even at home, he was never anything but sweet to me privately. I always knew he was just keeping up an act to make our father happy. When I decided to run away from the abuse, leaving Scott alone tore my heart apart. I really regret that I didn't share my secret with him. At the time, I was afraid that if our father found out Scott knew I was trans, he would have taken it out on him." "After talking to Kyle, I realized that it was safe now for us to reconnect." Scott started, "Zeke, .... shit, shit, shit, I mean Zoe... I'm so sorry, Zoe called me a few days ago, and well here we are." "So Scott, I'm guessing you're not a professional football player," I prodded a little. "God no! After I didn't get a single scholarship offer, my father was no longer interested much in me. He ran off with younger woman. Mom sold the house, moved in with her sister. And I moved here and became a hair dresser." "What, a hair dresser?" I asked shocked. "What did you think I was doing coming out of Madge's the last time we ran into each other?" he said. "Ok..... so are you and Kyle...." "No, no, no! I suppose on the surface I can see why you might think that, but no, I really like women. I did figure that much out. Didn't you ever feel my lustful stare burning the back of your neck, standing behind you during choir?" "Well I do now!" I think to myself. Wait a minute, I think I said that out loud because everyone is laughing and I'm sure I'm blushing bright red. "Ok then, so we each have found a lost sister. Great, now, what the fuck is Kyle doing standing on a chair in a dress and what about this wedding I'm supposed to be planning?" I demanded. Elena laughed and said, "Bianca gave him one of her old gowns. Now we're trying to figure out his drag persona." "Ok.... how about gluing lettuce all over the dress and calling yourself 'Salad Bowles'?" I said. Dead silence. Then Scott said "I get it. Like Liza Minnelli in Cabaret, Sally Bowles." After the din of groans faded away, Kyle said, "Nice try, but too obscure. Besides people will think it's rip-off of Lady Gaga's meat dress and I'd have to keep the damn dress in a refrigerator." After several more failed attempts to help, Kyle suggested that Scott take me upstairs to the bar and get a drink. I tried to protest, asking again about the wedding guest list. Zoe said to add Kyle and Scott and we're done. After three glasses of wine while Scott nursed one, I knew I couldn't drive. Since Scott had taken an Uber, he volunteered to drive me and my car home. I had pretty much decided that I was going to seduce Scott the minute we got to my apartment while fixing my lipstick on the ride back. I was aware my inhibitions were compromised but I hadn't had sex in months and no prospects on the horizon. Besides, I agreed with Kyle, Scott is nice guy and my crush on Scott the football player was long gone. For some reason I was finding that Scott the sensitive hair dresser turned me on. I timed it perfectly. His attempt to give me a little peck on the cheek was met with a quick head turn and my freshly painted lips. We were in my bedroom within minutes. Following several minutes of intense French kissing, I pushed him backwards onto my bed and climbed on top, grinding my crotch against his. When I felt him getting aroused about the same time I felt my panties getting wet, I started to react to my impulse to rip his clothes off. It might have be the alcohol, but I've never been that aggressive. Scott lying passively under me was driving me crazy. I reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt. By the third button, I saw that there was more underneath. As I slowly finish, a very sexy white lace bra emerged into view. I looked at Scott's smile and saw that he wasn't embarrassed at all. I bent over, my lips hovering over his and whispered, "I love it. Will I find the matching panties down here?" as I reached behind me, placing my hand on his crotch. "Hmmm, maybe. Maybe even something else," he teased, his voice now in a higher, feminine register. I stood up and watched while Scott slowly slipped off his jeans revealing the delicate matching panties. As the jeans fell to the floor, I saw that he was wearing sheer nude thigh high stockings. He slid off his loafers, kicking the jeans to the side so that I could see his pedicured toes with their deep crimson polish. "You look very nice. Do you have a girl's name?" I purred. "No." "You do now, Sophie," I said. "Sophie, come here and remove my top and jeans so you can see my bra and panties." As my clothes fell to the floor, Sophie could see that I too was wearing white lace. After an hour of intense lovemaking, I had experienced the most intense orgasms of my life. It seemed like the whole time was spent with Sophie servicing my pussy. I nearly had to beg her to let me make her cum. She said she didn't feel comfortable being on top so I carefully straddled her, taking her inside me before finally bringing her to orgasm with my mouth. We spent the night together just cuddling in my bed. No grabbing a phone and calling an Uber and leaving me alone. When I awoke, Scott or Sophie was in my kitchen making coffee wearing one of my robes. "Morning," I said as I sat down at the kitchen table. It seemed like an eternity before I got a response. "Is this ok," he or she said, pointing to the robe. "I didn't want to wake you, trying to find where any of my clothes were thrown last night. I found this in the bathroom." I smiled, "It fits you better than me." I paused and took a sip of coffee, and continued "Before you say anything, I want you to know last night was incredible for me. I'm just not sure yet what it means. I've never been so turned on and I don't know why. I may have awakened or discovered some latent lesbian desires. But I think it's more like a deep attraction to femininity. That make any sense?" "I think so or hope so, because that's what I'm struggling with. Being attracted to women while being confused about my gender is difficult for me. You're the first woman I've felt I could share that with. I was really hoping you would understand after seeing how comfortable you were having a transgender sister and how you're totally nonplussed about hanging out with drag queens." "So I take it you're open to seeing where this may take us?" I asked. "Definitely a 'yes'." "Good, now what the fuck do I call you? Scott or Sophie?" "I kind of like 'Sophie'." "Me too, both the name and you." Chapter 4: An Impromptu Shopping Trip Later that day I drove Sophie back to her apartment. I was a little chagrined that her apartment was in a better neighborhood than mine. She must be a really good hair dresser. "Girl this is really nice," I commented as soon as I took stock of the expensive looking furnishings." "Thanks, I splurged a little, but it's probably not what you think," she said. "So tell me then," I said. "When mom sold the house, she gave me all of the money. It and the property had been in her family for a couple of generations and had been passed down to her. I think her sister got some other property. Anyway, not important. She assured me she had plenty of money stashed away and that she was sorry about the abusive life us kids had. So she wanted us to have it. I promised I would find, well, Zoe now, and give her half. It was nice of her, but it was her way of running away and making herself feel good about herself, trying to buy forgiveness." "Wow, does Zoe know about this?" I asked. "No, and please keep this to yourself until the wedding," she pleaded, "I want to give the money to her and Zoe as a wedding present." "That's a really nice idea. Can I ask how much?" "Oh, last time I checked the account, about a quarter of a million." "Excuse me while I pick up my jaw from the floor," I said. "Wow, that is one hell of a gift. I was planning on just getting them a food processor." Sophie started blushing and looked very vulnerable and embarrassed, and I was getting turned on again. What is wrong with me? "Listen, I think that it's a miracle that we found these two safe and sound and loved. Whatever you and I can give them is only the frosting on the cake," Sophie said. "Absolutely! Let's get them married. Want to help me with the next task? I think you might like it," I teased, "picking out wedding and bridesmaid dresses." I immediately saw Sophie's eyes light up. While Sophie was giving me a quick tour of her apartment, I took a glance through her closet but didn't see any female clothes. Maybe she has them hidden away. Since she wouldn't need to hide them from me, I decided to just go ahead and asked to see what she had. "I don't have any," she almost sobbed, "I haven't been able to get the courage to go into a store and shop. I buy lingerie online, but the couple of times I tried ordering a pretty dress, it didn't fit right and just made me feel upset. I do have lots of makeup and a couple of expensive wigs though. I'm really good at styling those, obviously. I've only just started growing my own out." "I can certainly help you. First, it's no big deal for a guy to shop for women's clothes here. Back where we grew up, sure. But not here. I have at least one or two men a week come into my store buying things for themselves. A sale is a sale, especially if I sell something that's on commission." "Hey, I have an idea. The boutique is closed today. Want to have a private consultation? Got the shop keys right here." "Can I put on some makeup first and wig?" "Of course! Go get ready and we'll head over." I found a nice place to sit out on the balcony. When I heard the screen door open behind me, I heard Sophie say in her feminine voice, "Ready." Turning around, I was blown away. Sophie really looked attractive. Apparently my damn pussy noticed too, because I started feeling a lot of dampness between my legs. "Wow, you're makeup skills are way better than mine! And that wig looks so real. I mean, you, you...." I started stuttering as I realized I was staring at Sophie's chest. "Hey! Eyes up here!" Sophie giggled. "You didn't mention you had these," I leered as I reached out to cop a feel. "They feel so soft. I know just the dress that'll do them justice. Let's go before I jump all over you again. I bet you need a purse too. And shoes! You have got to have shoes. Ok we're going to be busy today!" I opened the shop, turned on the lights, and sent my boss a text telling her I was taking care of a special client. By the time I hit send, Sophie already had a couple of dresses pulled from the special occasions rack. "Ok, before you get too carried away, let's figure out what size you are. First, come over here. We don't have a huge selection of shape wear, but I think we have something to fill out your hips a little to balance out these lovely boobs of yours." Sophie looked a bit hesitant, eying the beige foundation garment I was holding up. "Yes I know, it's not sexy. But it will make the dresses fit right. If you're planning on having sex, you discretely slip them off beforehand. I won't look." While Sophie was in the changing room I grabbed the dress I had in mind in a couple of different sizes and then handed them to her. "Try these on. Come out and show me so I can see how they fit. By the way, I'm putting the ones you grabbed back. They were way too old for you. You're young, you're allowed to wear the fun sexy stuff. You'll also actually draw less attention wearing age appropriate clothes. Those gowns you pulled were for the mother of the bride." After several minutes Sophie poked her head out and told me she was ready. The first dress was a little too tight, but it did look nice on her. It was black knee length shift with an empire waist. The scoop neck was just low enough to draw attention to her bosom. "Ok, try the next size up and this time take off the stupid loafers. Say, what size do you wear?" "Not sure in women's, the loafers are a men's eight," she responded. "I think that's about a nine or nine and a half. Mine won't fit. My boss keeps a few pairs in her office. I'll see if any of those might fit you." I came back with a pair of black size nine sandals with a three inch heel. They were leather and looked well worn so I hoped they would fit. Sophie was standing there barefoot and the dress was absolutely perfect. I knelt down and helped her slip on the heels and buckle the straps. Without a word, I helped walk Sophie over to a full length mirror. For the first time in heels, she was pretty good. Maybe learning how keep your balance playing football was good for something after all. As she stared at her self in the mirror, slowly shifting from one pose to another, I could see where this was headed. I could see Scott disappearing and Sophie taking over completely. I could also see my self falling in love with this person. Maybe my teenage crush was more than a crush. Did I sense there was always a Sophie standing behind me in choir? I took out my phone, stood next to her and took a picture. "My first selfie with my girlfriend," I whispered. For two hours we had a blast picking out several outfits. I was getting a bit nervous as I began ringing up each item. Even with my discount, this was going to be a pricey outing. But Sophie seemed unfazed. Then I remembered her windfall when she said, "Well this makes a dent in the interest I earn, but only slightly. Let's go shoe shopping next." There was a DSW down the street from us and Sophie wanted to walk. She changed into one of the outfits, a plain short sleeve top and tailored slacks. She loved the feel of the cool air on her toes until she stumbled and almost fell. "Careful sweetie. I need to return those shoes later. Remember, shorter steps, one foot in front of the other, heel first, and keep over your center of balance." Another minor dent in that earned interest and Sophie had several pairs shoes. She changed into a pair of flats for the walk back. "Ever eat here?" Sophie asked as we passed a wine bar. "After work once or twice. Food is not bad, just not a large selection. Their pizza is pretty good. Are you hungry? I know I am," I answered. "Yes, but nervous. This is a lot more intimate than the shoe store where you deflected any sales clerks. But I want to try. Do you think my voice is ok?" "Don't worry. You don't have to give a speech. You really just need to say 'Cabernet please' and 'Thank you' to the waiter. You have a lovely sound to your voice. With some practice and confidence, you will be giving speeches before you know it!" After we were seated in a nearby booth, Sophie seemed to relax immediately when the waiter handed us menus and asked, "What can I get you ladies to drink?" She bravely tried more than my single word suggestion. "I think a pinot noir would be nice, thank you." The waiter gave her an approving nod and left. Suddenly she started to tremble. "Oh my god! What if he had asked for an ID!" "You show the one you have. Most places really don't care. Sadly of course there still are places where they would give you trouble. I would never take you to one of those," I assured her. With that she relaxed and slid closer to me and placed her hand on top of mine and simply said, "Thank you." Our late lunch lasted almost two hours as we sat there catching up on each other's lives. Sophie was easier to talk to than any guy I ever dated. She was also easier to talk to than any girl that I was ever friends with. But then, I'd never had sex with any of those girls. Then I asked myself, "Why am I trying to analyze this? Just be happy that I've found someone I really like." Back at Sophie's apartment, and long after the effects of any wine had worn off, we went to bed. This time Sophie seduced me. Chapter 5: We Shop For Dresses By the following weekend I had arranged to look at dresses for the wedding. My boss owns two other stores and one of them handles wedding dresses. I'm really good friends with that store's manager. She and my boss approved giving our little group my employee discount. I was beginning to pile up the brownie points with everybody for my wedding planning skills. Before I came back into Elena's life, she and Zoe were each going to have one bridesmaid. Anna was going stand with Elena and Beth with Zoe. Sophie and I were sitting in the girl's apartment Saturday night after the girls last shift. Actually, I should say Scott was there. We didn't want our relationship to over shadow the wedding. So Sophie was more or less in hiding for now. "Ok, Zoe and I've been talking and we want to ask you guys to stand up with us. Elise, will you my maid of honor?" Elena asked, while Zoe asked, "Scott, will you be my best man?" I quickly glanced at Sophie, hiding behind the veneer of Scott, and I could see the "sadness in her eyes." I couldn't help myself, so I said, "Well I think to be fair because this is a lesbian wedding, everyone in the bridal party should be a woman, or at least dress like one." "Really Elise," said Elena, "you want to have Scott act out that old transgender erotica cliche of forcing a guy dress up as a bridesmaid? Really!" "Just ignore her Scott, I'm sure she's just trying to tease you," Zoe said. You don't even need to come with tomorrow." "Yes, I'm sorry," giving Scott a subtle wink. As soon as we left the girls apartment, I pulled Sophie aside, "Ok, I'm not letting you miss this opportunity! Tomorrow morning you ......" The next day at 1:00 pm I met the girls, Anna, and Beth at the bridal shop. I got there a few minutes early and made a few discrete arrangements with Joanne the manager. The girls said they were ok with seeing each other try on wedding dresses. They had been inseparable for four years and saw no reason to keep anything like a dress changing that now (although, at the last minute they gave into tradition and decided not to tell each other which dress they each picked). When Joanne began bringing out bridesmaid dresses, I glanced over to a couch on the other side of the room, and saw a young woman in a black dress and sling back heels, paging through a bridal magazine. All of the dresses were gorgeous. I'd only been in one other wedding. For a very religious cousin. The plain floor length dress with long sleeves covered every inch of my skin. I even had to wear the ugliest brown flat shoes. I looked like I belonged to a cult. While Beth was willing to wear anything handed to her, Anna and I were more picky, especially me. When I could tell that Elena and Zoe were getting annoyed, I gave a nod to Joanne. "I think you ladies might benefit from an impartial third opinion. I'm biased. How about if I ask that young woman over there if she can help you ladies make a decision?" Joanne said. "I'm getting tired, it won't hurt to get an opinion," I said as Sophie started to head our way. I was really curious to see how long it would take for Zoe or maybe Elena to recognize Sophie. Anna or Beth had never met Scott so they were oblivious. Anna and I began showing Sophie the three dresses we could agree on. Sophie carefully looked at each one then first asked Elena (in her best feminine voice), as one of the brides, what her vision was for her wedding. What did she want her choice of color to say. I was pretty shocked listening to her. She couldn't have gotten this just thumbing through a couple of magazines today. Elena was taking this seriously and said she liked green because of the environment and that she liked the hunter green dress that Anna was holding up. Sophie's back was to Zoe when she said, "I always liked yellow. It makes me feel hopeful." Turning around, Sophie said, "I like yellow too. That's what I would wear if I could." Zoe's eyes widened, stood up, brushed Sophie's long hair away from her face and stared for several seconds before asking "Scott, is that you?" "I kinda like to be called Sophie." Zoe started to cry. Elena started to cry. Anna and Beth started to cry. Even Joanne had tears in her eyes. Me? I was getting aroused again. What is wrong with me!? Of course the next thing said was Zoe asking Sophie to be her maid of honor. So as Sophie was being fitted in a beautiful strapless yellow dress and trying on different styles of dyeable pumps, Elena came over and gave me hug and told me that she had the best big sister ever. After all the fittings were done, I told everybody the reward for a task well done was drinks and food on the house at Cafe 101. But everyone except Sophie laughed. "Bianca told me it was ok. I wanted to pay but she told me it would be on the house," I tried to explain. "Um, we all always get to eat and drink for free. Zoe and I because we work and live there. And I guess it didn't come up at the party, but Beth and Bianca bought the bar together. She owns half. So that means Anna does too, you know, community property," Elena explained. "Well then just Sophie and I are being rewarded. We worked hard to give the rest of you an entertaining experience," I said triumphantly. "Yes you did," they all agreed. At the bar, Sophie seemed to be relishing the attention she was getting. We tried to ignore all the prodding questions about what our relationship was. Trying to say we were friends was interpreted as friends with benefits. At the end of the evening as we got up to leave, Zoe and Elena started to engage a rather intense kiss. This got them a round of applause from many of the other lesbian patrons. Then Beth and Anna did the same. "It's sort of a bar tradition," said Zoe, "now you two!" What the hell, I planted the biggest, wettest kiss on Sophie that I could muster. After several seconds, Elena tapped me on the shoulder and said "It's not really a tradition. People here clap and cheer for almost anything. We just wanted to see how you two really felt about each other. Gotcha!" As soon as we were out the door and headed to the parking lot I turned to Sophie and said "I'm so fucking turned on right now that ...." "Yeah, me too, meet me at your place it's a lot closer!" said Sophie excitedly. In my apartment, we tried to seduce each other, and that resulted in our most sensuous lovemaking session ever. We took turns slowly undressing each other. Painfully slow. Each of us trying to out do the other. Peeling off clothes, stopping to admire and caress each new inch of exposed skin. Enjoying the smells of our bodies as we became increasingly naked. Savoring the feel of silky lingerie before letting them reveal the sensitive, swollen organs beneath. My nipples became so hard as I waited for Sophie to touch them. Several times she moved towards them before stopping, giggling, and pulling away. Finally, I felt her tongue begin to lick one and then the other before starting to gently pull on them with her lips, leaving traces of lipstick behind. Sophie had removed her breast forms. As I returned her caresses, I enjoyed the thought that one day, she would feel the same pleasure that I was. I could see myself playing with her soft breasts, sucking on them, resting my head on her bosom. I laid down on the bed and she knelt beside me and traced her finger slowly down my chest until she reached my clit. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, she pressed down and rubbed it back and forth. I closed my eyes and soon felt her tongue continue the rhythmic massage while her finger slipped between my lips and entered my vagina. Then I felt a second finger slip in. I was so fucking wet that I eagerly accepted a third. I opened my eyes and watched Sophie work my pussy until a milky white cream ran out. Sophie engulfed my entire pussy with mouth, licking up every drop. She looked at me devilishly, sat up and kissed me so that she could share my own taste with her. We both giggled and traded places. As she laid down, I moved my crimson colored manicured finger down her until I reached the tip of her cock. I performed the sensuous motion on her tip as if it were a swollen clit. When pre cum started dripping out, I removed my finger, the crimson nail now glistening with moisture, and allowed Sophie to taste her self, rubbing the moisture on her lipstick covered lips. I placed her cock in my mouth and began milking it until until I was rewarded with a pulsating stream of warm cum. Sitting up, I leaned over her open mouth and shared my reward with her. We cuddled for a long time. Finally, I rolled over until we were face to face, and I gently kissed her, "I love you Sophie," saying aloud for the first time." Sophie smiled. "I love you too Elise." We fell asleep in each other's arms. Chapter 6: Wedding Day As the wedding date approached, I was feeling pretty confident everything was happening according to plan. The decorations and flowers were scheduled to be dropped off the morning of the wedding. I had roped Kyle and several of his drag queen cohorts into doing all the setup work. Finding someone to perform the ceremony was my last remaining task. Elena and Zoe were adamant about not wanting a minister or anyone like that. Thanks to watching a few too many Lifetime and Hallmark movies than I would care to admit, I was aware that almost anyone could go online and fill out a few forms and get a license to officiate at a wedding. But I decided that was my option of last resort. I thought that a judge would be my best option even though I had no clue how to find one. I started asking around if anyone knew a judge or how to find one. I finally hit gold when Anna suggested I call Brandon. He knew a gay judge from working on Bianca's campaign and he thought he'd be delighted to perform the ceremony. He was! The only caveat was that he would be out of town until the day before the wedding. But he was coming back on a direct flight the night before, so all looked good. Yay! On the other hand, my relationship with Sophie was getting more complicated. We had just gone through a week where Scott re-emerged. Sophie had become more adventurous. She's self employed as a hair stylist and had built up a very loyal cliental. It went really well as she started wearing more and more female clothing and then finally some makeup to work. Her clients really boosted her self confidence. So much so that she began going everywhere as Sophie. Unfortunately and inevitably, she was clocked. Sometimes it was teenage girls snickering. Other times it was old women casting disapproving stares, muttering under their breath. Worst was feeling afraid for her life when she was followed through a shopping mall by an overweight, bearded guy wearing a red MAGA cap. I spent the week at her apartment trying to comfort her. We still had sex, but we were finding that it wasn't the same as before. It was ok, but not the same, and I was mad at myself about that, worrying that I had fetishized Sophie. I finally asked Zoe to come over. Of course she had been through all of this herself as she transitioned. She was able to give Sophie advice and recommend resources that I never could have. Like I never knew about support groups and I was really naive about the importance of counseling and the medical options like HRT. If Sophie and I were going to be together it was going to require a lot of patience and support. After Zoe left, I looked at Sophie, dressed in Scott's clothes, but it was still Sophie, and I saw someone I was willing to embark on a long journey with, and I told her that. We didn't have sex that night. But we had understanding, commitment, and a plan. Also, picking up her bridesmaid dress a couple of days later, did wonders for her self esteem. Two days before the wedding I was getting a little anxious. That morning I went out for a walk, enjoying the bright sunny skies of a crisp late October morning. By the afternoon, I was looking at the first signs of winter as fluffy snowflakes began to clutter the overcast sky. By the next morning a full scale arctic blast was bringing blizzard conditions and predictions of record snowfall. The morning of the wedding, it was letting up, but still supposed to snow until noon. I looked out the window and saw the streets were yet to be plowed. At least Sophie and I had the foresight to pack up our dresses, makeup, and other essentials and drive over to the girls' apartment while the roads were still passable. The bad calls started coming in succession. First Brandon called, the judge was grounded in Boston because our airport was closed. Next both the party decorations store and the flower shop called to cancel because of the snow storm. Oddly, neither Zoe or Elena were concerned. "The people that we really care about and who care about us will be here. Just like you two." Sure enough, moments later I heard Kyle banging on the door. He and all of the other drag queens were there. Apparently, drag queens like to drive four wheel pickup trucks. The queens followed Zoe up the steps to the bar. She unlocked the door to the main floor only to find Bianca and Brandon standing there, shaking off snow covered coats and hats. They had walked the three blocks from their nearby apartment building. It took Anna, Beth, and little Elsie a bit longer to navigate the unplowed roads, but they were here too. One of the queens asked Beth for a box of paper napkins. Soon two of the queens were crafting origami like flowers. Others were upstairs setting up folding chairs on the dance floor. Brandon and Beth headed to the kitchen and came back and announced "Good news, we have enough pizza to feed an army in case the cooks can't get here." By noon, the snow had stopped and the sun was out. It was beautiful outside. Except the roads were still impassable. Now I don't know, and if I did, I'd never say, but I think City Councilwoman Bianca might have pulled some strings, because I think the street in front of Cafe 101 was the first one plowed in the city. All looked like it was going to work out until I suddenly remembered the judge. We had no one to perform the ceremony. I needed to pull the trigger on the option of last resort. But who? I scanned the room looking for a victim, I mean a volunteer. Brandon seemed like an obvious choice. But if Bianca was the girls' mom. Brandon was the closest think to their dad. So no. Then I saw the perfect choice standing there orchestrating his minions. "Kyle, darling, would you come here please," I cajoled. "What is it, my love, finally decide to join my act?" "Hmm, actually I have gotten to the point where that is starting to be a tempting offer, but no. I have a promotion for you." Kyle was ecstatic, finally he was going to be a headliner. I may have made a huge mistake. Sometime later he emerged from Bianca's office holding his license, telling me that I owed him fifty dollars to cover the fee. "Kidding! My treat, just so you promise me if you and Sophie ever get married, it get perform the ceremony!" he teased. I said "Ok deal" then quickly looked around to see if Sophie was within earshot of that. Nope, not in site. An hour before the wedding, guests started trickling in as more of the city got plowed. The cooks and the wait staff had arrived. The alcohol was beginning to flow. I ran upstairs to see if all was ready. There were paper flowers everywhere. Toilet paper streamers were hanging from the rafters. Feathered boas were laid end to end forming a path to a makeshift alter that looked to be constructed of empty pizza boxes. Over in the corner, there was a band setting up. Where the hell did they come from? "Bianca hired us. Said we were, ah let's see," one of the members said as he pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. "Zoe and Elena's favorite band. She said they used to sneak in to hear us play when they were underage. Pretty awesome." "Shit!" I screamed out loud as I looked at the time. I needed to get dressed. I ran down stairs to the dressing room behind the stage where Elena and Anna were getting ready. I'd done my hair and and makeup beforehand. Just needed to slip into my dress and heels. I guess I wasn't prepared to see my little sister in her wedding dress. Anna rushed over with a tissue to catch my tears before my mascara was ruined. "Time for this later," Anna said as she took my dress from the hanger and held it for me as I stepped into it. Then she grabbed my heels, which I suddenly remembered, I never got around to breaking in as I felt my toes squish together. I took a quick glance in the mirror and was reasonably satisfied. A knock on the door announced, "They're ready for you!" The three of us, Anna, then me, and finally the blushing bride, a beautiful, young, thriving, brave, and proud trans woman, my sister Elena were escorted up the stairs by one of the drag queens. One of the drag queens in full regalia, orange hair piled high, boobs thrust forward, walking on eight inch platform heels. I never gave Kyle any instructions! My god, Kyle?! I made Kyle the .... Of fuck, fuck, fuck! I've never seen him in drag. What if he's covered in lettuce! When we reached the top of the stairs, the band started to solemnly play the wedding march. One by one we marched down the aisle. Kyle was dressed in that gold lam? dress, but he'd put a tasteful cropped jacket over it. He also had on a simple short haired auburn wig (that I think is one of Sophie's). He actually looked cute. When I reached the front, I turned to watch Elena, escorted by Brandon, walk down the aisle. What a beautiful memory. Then my heart started fluttering as I saw Sophie begin her walk, radiant in her yellow gown. I was afraid I was beginning to feel aroused again until I realized it was just love that I was feeling. When Zoe finished her walk, escorted by Bianca, and took Elena's hand, I noticed them whisper to each other, giggling and discreetly point at the band. Elena gave a quick little thumbs up to Bianca. Kyle did a wonderful job. His speech was short and to the point. Elena and Zoe embodied love, Nothing more and nothing less. After being declared "wife and wife", they kissed to the cheering crowd. As they walked back up the aisle, Sophie and looked at each other and smiled, clutching our makeshift paper flower bouquets (which I will cherish forever). As soon as the aisle was clear and the guests had gathered downstairs for a reception, the queens jumped into action and readied the room for dancing. Downstairs, after the married couple finished with the reception line, the guests headed for the buffet and the bar while the wedding party posed for pictures. "Can we go somewhere privately for a few moments?" together, Sophie and I asked the girls after finishing with the photos. A little confused, they suggested we head down to their apartment. "Elise and I have a present for you," Sophie started to say before I interrupted and tried to say this was really just from Sophie. But she wouldn't let me. "As I was saying, this is from both of us, because without Elise, I never would have found you Zoe and in turn, you Elena." Sophie handed them an envelope with a bank statement and form filled out transferring the funds to a joint account in Zoe and Elena's names for $265,867.42. Zoe fell to the floor trembling and gasping for air. "How, how, is this possible? Sophie?" Even after her explanation, our sisters were still in a state of shock. "Why don't you put that in a safe place. We still need to stop at the bank and sign a few things. But right now I could use a nice glass of wine and I'm dying to dance with both brides and this beautiful maid of honor," Sophie lovingly said. After several dances my feet were killing me. Again it was my own fault for not breaking in my shoes. Also, I never should have gone with the four inch heels, trying to make up that inch in height Sophie had on me (she was much smarter picking pumps with a two and half inch heel). As we sat resting our feet and playfully admiring each other's toes, I saw that Kyle was now slow dancing his third dance with the drag queen that escorted us. "What's up with those two?" I asked Sophie. "Not sure. But I'm guessing it might be the drag queen he has a crush on." "Well now, should I start planning a gay wedding soon?" I joked. "Ahh, no. But if you think we are an odd couple, this guy is straight. He's a lawyer who does drag as a hobby. The rarest of all animals, a straight drag queen." Sophie giggled. "I was wondering why Kyle was so toned down. Do you think he's trying to be more woman and less drag queen to attract this guy?" I wondered. "If he is, it seems to be working." As the evening wound down, the brides changed out of their wedding dresses and into matching woolen dresses, leggings, and low heeled boots, and headed for a waiting limo to take them downtown to the bridal suite at a four star hotel (all curtesy of their mom). "It's so sad that our parents were so unable and unwilling accept their own children. They are missing so much." Sophie observed. "Do you think they'll ever change? Try to make amends." "The easy answer is 'no'. I don't expect to ever see them again." Bianca was crying her eyes out as they departed. "My ragamuffins are leaving home," she sobbed. Sophie and I embraced her and as the three of us shared this moment of transition, I whispered, "They are just starting their next adventure in life. They will do great. You raised them well. Thank you so much!" Epilogue: Sophie and I are still together and loving every minute of our lives together. She has been seeing a therapist, started taking hormones, and is active in a support group for trans women. I even go to the meetings with her. In fact, many of the members frequent my dress shop (I'm part owner now, Sophie and I invested in it). Inspired by our private dress buying session, I open the store every other Sunday just for trans women, cross dressers, and gender fluid customers. So many of the members now also go to Sophie's salon that she's looking at hiring an assistant. Kyle is still doing drag, but only occasionally, and still pursuing the lawyer. Lately, he has been showing up at the support group, sometimes wearing normal, everyday clothes that we woman wear. He's confessed to Sophie that he's beginning to suspect that drag has been an outlet and using it to hide his true self. Sophie gave him her therapist's phone number. Elena and Zoe graduated from college. For the first time, they are working apart from each other. My sister is a biologist working in medical research, and contemplating med school someday (I'm just busting with pride). Zoe is at a tech company working in machine learning. I have absolutely no idea what that is, but Sophie assures me it's pretty neat. She and I are constantly amazed that our younger sisters are so smart. Myself, I joined the lesbian soccer group. Oh, and I did see my parents again. On TV, breaking into the capital. I turned them into the FBI.