“Now you met him last night and he is clearly comfortable around you, so he will be coming to stay with us … he is moving in tomorrow.” The face had a look of determination. Argument was pointless and potentially damaging. “I have told you that there would be changes around here and you will just need to get used to it, son!”

He was confused and a little hurt, but a son’s love is important, and the boy knew that – especially when having been raised by a solo parent all these years. Things had not been getting any easier at home and “Uncle” Ben had money. Still, there was no doubting the reason why Ben was moving in. It was for the sex.

He had heard them at it, last night. After dinner they had shared the couch and Ben had been snuggling up in a way that made the boy feel very uncomfortable. And then, a good while after he had gone to bed and they would have assumed he was asleep, he could hear them having sex in the room next to his. There was the grunting and then squealing. No son could be comfortable listening to such noises

The hardest thing for the boy was thinking about Ben having sex with the person who was once his father. There had been so many changes that he had to deal with. He had never realized that his father had always nursed the idea of becoming a woman. It was only after his mother had left that his father felt able to turn his dream into reality.

His mother never gave him the option of going with her, but even now he doubted if he would have done that. He had always felt connected to his father, and that had not changed since the transition began. If anything, he felt closer given the idea that he was going to have the mother that the woman who had given birth to him somehow never could be. Plus, there was the emotional side of transition alone that made him feel the need to be supportive. It was helping to make a man of him, gaining that role as it changed in his parent.

“She” (as she now was) looked like his father still, but her female body was now complete. The cost of the changes had set them back, but he knew the importance she attached to it. A son’s love is important too.

It is just that there is something very strange about the thought of his father, now modified to take a man and please a man, lying on a bed with a man on top, being fucked. It was slightly sick, and yet somehow slightly stimulating.

“Whatever makes you happy, Mom,” he said.

The End