Here I am back home where my Mom is taking care of me ever since I got sick from going to see my beloved husband Mark. He is currently serving a tour in the HOSPITAL WITHOUT WALLS in Africa.

My brother-in-law Stan [bless his heart] took me over there in his private jet and he even arranged for me and Mark to spend some time together. We had a second honeymoon there. I might have gotten a bit sore, but it was well worth it because it had been four long months since we were last together and Stan knew that we both needed our time together.

Stan is the type of guy that'll show his love in his actions. He has always treated me like a sister and has let me cry myself to sleep many a night and has tucked me in bed afterwards. When I'd awaken, I'd find him asleep in the lounge chair in the room.

It was while I was there that I contracted some African bug that gave my immunity system quite a whallop!! When I began to show signs of being sick, Stan immediately rushed us both to the E.R. and into isolation to see what was wrong. Poor Mark was devastated, but Stan took charge and made sure that everyone there was cleared of any bug all at his expense.

Stan was cleared of any bug, but because I am a T-girl, my liver shut down because of the hormones that I was given and they had to restart it. Luckily, they got it going again and now my body is recovering. Stan made sure that I was recovering before he left, he couldn't stay with me because of his business concerns, so here I am living with my Mom who is more than happy to care for her daughter.

Unfortunately, she refuses to acknowledge the fact that I'm not a genetic girl. When I told her that I wanted to be a girl, at first, she denied me the right to transition, but Stan and Mark both convinced her that I was a girl.

Ever since I started taking the pills so that I would go through a girl's puberty, she has treated me like I was born a girl. While under her roof, I must humor her and act like a genetic girl by having periods and such. Luckily, Stan got me a gaffe that looks like a girl's groin and can simulate the monthly flow too.

When I told my Mom that I wanted to be a girl, she accepted me has her daughter and got me dresses and skirts and hose. I learned at a very early age how to act like a proper young girl and not display myself to the world. Mom had me wearing uniform dresses, skirts, skorts, and shorts to school instead of pants. I did not mind because I like wearing hose and I became a cheerleader and entered all the beauty contests too. Mom loved it when I became Homecoming Queen, that's when I met Stan. He was my escort.

Stan was a gentleman and treated me like a Lady. He would not let anybody get fresh with me that night. I was wearing my Cheerleader uniform and Stan wore his Letterman Blazer from lettering in football last year. After the game, he took me to dinner and dancing, when I asked him why, he told me that he wanted my night to be magical.

That night, I told him my secret. He accepted me as a girl and told me that if I ever needed any help to just ask him or Mark. I started to cry because i was afraid that I would lose his friendship, but he actually laughed when I confessed and told me not to worry, he was and will ever be my friend.

We'd been friends for years and he was always defending the weak and helpless. To him, it was alright if you were different. He was friends with all of the underdogs and used his family fortune to help others, much like his Daddy and younger brother Mark did. His Dad is a lawyer and Stan became a Public Defender.

When he took me home and gave me my goodnight kiss, I knew that he was not the one for me, it was like kissing a brother. But I could tell that he'd be my friend because I told him about me and he accepted me as I am. He even said that he would defend me from any that would want to hurt me too.

The next day, Stan came over with his younger brother Mark and introduced us. Mark had been living with his Mother until she passed away. Their Dad never married their Mom because of her family and now Mark was here to stay.

When I saw Mark, I knew that he was the one for me and I saw that Stan had planned this all along. While Mark was busy helping my Mom with lunch, Stan told me that he knew that Mark was the one for me when we kissed last night.

Stan was there to help me tell Mark about my secret. Mark couldn't believe that I was not a genetic girl and only believed me after I showed him my boy bits. When Mark fainted after seeing the truth, Stan wet himself and helped me to get sorted again before he changed his jeans.

Mark and I were soon seeing each other and he soon proposed to me. I accepted and when their Dad found out, I became his daughter. When he met my mom, they hit it off and became best friends. Those two used their connections to make our wedding special.

Stan were there when I had my surgery. Mark helped me with changing the dressing while Stan helped me by telling me his corny jokes. He would not stay when my dressing and pads were changed, he felt that he had no right to see me then.

After I healed up, Mark and I were married and Stan was Best Man. After the honeymoon during which we gave my anatomy a good workout, Mark settled into his practice and Stan opened up Stan's Emporium. Stan had a collection of things from all over. He had bought an old warehouse and turned it into an Emporium, and restaurant and catering service. He always thought big, but he was still a Public Defender.

Well anyway, here I am being my Mom's genetic girl waiting for Stan to arrive and take me back home where he has arranged for my recovery. Knowing him, he will not let mom keep me against my will. She has a blind spot about me and Stan will not let her run roughshod over me. They have gone head-to-head over different issues, but he will not let her win this time.

Oh, I had best get ready! I just saw Stan arrive in his limo and he is getting out.