Early Sunday Morning:
Max swims back and forth in the pool wearing the string bikini that started her path to becoming a woman. She woke up early since she didn’t
have to work or go to school on Sundays. She wanted to get in a few laps before she did anything else for the day.

She couldn’t wait to start school again and join the girl’s swim team. She does a few more laps and gets out of the pool. Max dries off and walks into the house. She noticed her sister was up and making pancakes.

“Morning, sis.” Max looks at her big sister as she comes walking into the kitchen.

“Morning Max. I take it you did a few laps this morning?” Donna knew how dedicated Max was to her practice and staying fit.

“Yeah, I was loosening up my sore muscles. Doing lawn work with Mr. Collins this week has been tough.” Max wasn’t used to all the hard labor under the sun.

Her skin had tanned where the t-shirt had left her arms exposed. She planned to spend time by the pool to even out her tan lines.

“I’m making some breakfast. Would you like some?”

“Yes, what are you making for breakfast?” Max looks at her sister as she stands on the other side of the counter.

“Waffles.” Donna was in the mood for waffles this morning.

“Cool, I’m going to go and change before eating?”

“Okay. You know, that string bikini is the same one mom came home and caught you wearing.” Donna was surprised Max had stolen her string bikini.

“I know. I just remembered how after mom caught me wearing this suit, I finally confessed how I feel.” Max was glad she finally came out to her mother.

"Well, I can say mom was surprised." Donna remembered her mother's reaction when she found out.

“I’m glad too. Now I don’t have to hide how I feel anymore. I know you are glad, too, because you don’t have to hide or lie to Mom about giving
me your hand-me-downs.”

“Or you taking things from my bedroom without my permission.” Donna couldn’t be upset with her little sister doing that.

“I couldn’t resist, sis. You have such pretty things.” Max used to be jealous of his older sister and the pretty clothes and accessories she owned.

“Well, go and change. The waffles should be ready soon.” Donna goes back to mixing the batter.

“Okay.” Max walks upstairs to her bedroom and changes out of her bikini.

Max puts on a pair of short shorts and a camisole. She brushes out her hair. She was going to let it air dry. As she is brushing her hair, she stops to look at her reflection in her mirror. She was letting her bangs grow long to cover up the injury. The plastic surgeon did a good job fixing it, but she could still see it. The skin was still a little bruised on her forehead.

Once Max was done, she went downstairs to the kitchen to join her sister. She wouldn’t let what happened to her put her down.

Donna looks at her little sister as she cooks the waffles. Max fixes herself and her older sister's glasses of orange juice.

“Where’s mom at?” Max noticed her mother wasn’t up and about yet.

“She left early this morning to join some friends of hers from the office for breakfast.” Donna had been surprised that her mother had gone out
with some of her friends from the office.

“You don’t think mom is seeing anyone and doesn’t want to tell us, do you?” Max wonders if her mother was just covering up that she was seeing someone.

“Max, Mom would never lie to us about something like that. And even if she were, she would only do it to protect us. Remember, some of her coworkers at the law firm she works for don’t like the LGBTQ community.” Donna knew some of the people her mother worked with didn’t like the LGBTQ community because they felt it was eroding family values that should stay the way they were.

“Yeah, I remember that fellow Andy Summerfield mom works with. He nearly choked on his coffee when he saw me walking into her office wearing a dress and heels. He’s one of those men that believe everyone should be following what the bible says.” Max could believe a prick like him worked for the same law firm as her mother.

“Don’t forget Mr. Araiza. He hates that the law firm has black clients that come to the law firm. He feels they are abusing the system to get money and such they don’t deserve. Hey, if he had his way, he would have the partners band the law firm from taking them as clients.”

“Fat chance of that. The partners don’t discriminate against anyone. If they can make a buck defending someone, they will.” Max knew that some partners were in it for the money while the others were in it to ensure their clients got justice or were protected.

Donna serves up the first set of waffles to Max. She knew Max liked to eat two whole waffles. While the next batch of waffles was cooking, “So, what are your plans for today?”

“Laundry and work on my Vespa. The parts I ordered finally came in that I have been waiting on. I want to get my scooter up and running.”

“You know, for a girl. You act like a tomboy.” Donna knew Max had been working on that Vespa of hers since she bought it at a yard sale.

“Hey, I like my baby blue Vespa.” Max liked her baby blue and white Vespa. She hand-painted the original stripes it had on it. She could have
used the premade ones, but she didn’t. She learned how to do it by hand instead.

“You are too much like my current girlfriend. She’s a gearhead and loves working on her motorcycle.” Donna liked her current girlfriend. She knew how to make love to her and treated her nicely.

“Sis, I have a question for you, and you don’t have to answer me. But how can two women please each other?” Max has always been curious about that.

“Well, there’s a lot of kissing, grinding, and oral sex we do to each other. Sometimes we use sex toys on each other to please each other.” Donna didn’t mind explaining how lesbian sex works. She knew her mother couldn’t explain it. Her mother made it clear that she enjoyed men.

“But if you're using sex toys, why not just have sex with a guy?” Max was curious.

“Because using a sex toy is different. Not all lesbians like being penetrated and dominated. I don’t mind letting another woman please me, but my partner doesn’t like it. She likes it when I finger her or lick her, but she prefers to be the one sticking it in me. Also, lesbians don’t find men
attractive. I had boyfriends when I was in high school, but I never enjoyed myself with them. I only did it because it was what was expected of me. Also, I didn’t know how Mom and Dad would handle it either. I tried to be like all the other girls in school and our family, and I couldn’t.”

“Like me pretending to be a guy when deep down that wasn’t how I felt.” Max knew her father tried to make her fit what a boy was.

“Exactly. When I finally came out to mom and dad before he left us. I was miserable, but once I told them I liked girls more. Mom accepted it without a problem. Dad, on the other hand, had a problem with it. When he and mom would argue, he would accuse her of not being hard on me and you. He knew you used to like wearing girl clothes and playing with my dolls.” Donna remembers the fights their mother and father use to have.

“Yeah, Dad was an asshole. He was only proud of me when I would win my matches or do well while playing baseball. He also didn’t mind me helping him when he worked on his charger either. Mom on the other hand didn’t care if I came in first place or last place. She was always there supporting me.” Max remembered her mother always cheering her on when she played baseball or when she competed in swimming.

Her mother was the reason they had the swimming pool. It was for her to train at home. It wasn’t regulation style, but it did allow her to practice her strokes and style. Plus, her mother liked entertaining guests and clients at the house. Her dad did too. He would invite his buddies from work over for cookouts.

“I’m just glad dad is happy with his new wife and family. I know he made mom’s life a living hell.” Donna knew how hard their mother fought to make her marriage work.

However, when dad threatened to send Max and her away to a conversion camp to straighten them out. Her mother wouldn’t allow him to do it. She also wouldn’t put up with his verbal abuse anymore or cheating, either. She knew he cheated on her with some of the women he worked with at his job.

“I'm just happy mom is happy now. She deserved it after everything she has endured.” Max loved his mother a lot.

“She’ll be happier once she has grandbabies. She’s looking forward to that.” Donna knew her mother wanted, lots and lots of grandbabies.

“Well, that’s one thing I can’t do.” Max was a little disappointed that she couldn’t experience that part of being a woman.

“You can always preserve some of your sperm for later and hire someone to carry a baby for you, Max.” Donna and their mother still didn’t know which way Max was going to be.

“I know, but it’s not the same. That’s one part of being a woman that I’ll never experience.” Max was a little disappointed in that matter.

“You never know, sis. They are experimenting with transplanting a uterus into women who can’t have children naturally. Maybe one day they will come up with a way for people like you to experience that. If nothing else, I would volunteer my womb to carry a baby for you.” Donna would do that for Max.

“Thanks, sis.” Max smiles at her big sister.

“Anytime.” Donna takes her waffle off the hotplate.

After breakfast, Max starts a load of laundry, and while it is going. She gets to work on her Vespa while listening to some music.