Alicia as usual had an idea. “Let’s put on our fancy, mama!”

Maria cocked her head in surprise, “Baby, why not our usual robes and nighties, that’s what we usually wear.”

“This is special, I want to remember the night I became your daughter. And you became my mother. The greatest night of our lives — so far. The dishes can wait.” Maria grinned, and kissed her baby girl on the cheek, then each woman rushed to her room.

Las Chicanas
A Story by Annabelle Raven

17 year old Alicia Garza lay cradled in the arms of her new boyfriend Tony Torres. Since Alicia and her mom had moved across town before the school year, she quickly became one of the hottest young coeds at the affluent Palm River High School, and she was very interesting in finding a guy that would give her attention, affection, and comfort. Palm River was very well ethnically mixed, and Alicia had lots of white, black, Asian, and cuties of all races, but in her heart, she was Chicana and she wanted a Latin young man in her life. Tony not only was tall and handsome, he was in the Honor Society and captain of the baseball team, and major league scouts were checking him out for the upcoming draft.

Tony was very excited to have such a pretty, sexy girlfriend as Alicia. She was petite, had a bright smile, and sparkling brown eyes framed by curly brown hair and a pale complexion due to her mixed parentage of Mexican and Cuban-American. She loved to dress as modern girls did — tight tops with a bare midriff, and jeans and skirts that showed off her very Latin “bubble butt.” She was very affectionate, often jumping in Tony’s lap and peppering him with little kisses, before she accepted his probing tongue in her warm soft mouth.

No 17-year old male could stand this onslaught and you could not blame Tony for wanting to take their relationship to the next level, but she took control of the situation masterfully. She never accepted his offer to come to his house where undoubtedly he would try and take her virginity. He had to be content for being seen with her at the community park, at school, and in the mall. Tony’s boys tried to get him to admit that she had slept him or other some nonsense, but he knew that if she got wind of it, she would break up with him and that his future employment — the corporate world or a pro ball contract — might be in jeopardy if word got out of an improper behavior.

Alicia did promise Tony that he remained faithful, chaste, and in her good graces, he would be rewarded by her passionate acceptance of him as her man. Like all young girls, Alicia dreamt of a magical night — wedding for sure, perhaps even the senior prom — where she dressed in a beautiful gown, and then disrobed to show him her delicate lingerie, as he removed his tuxedo. Together they would declare their undying love, and she would give herself fully to him. The thought of being Tony’s princess, his ballerina dancing on top of his manliness, being overcome with desire and being desired fully, was everything this little chica wanted.

“How crazy is it that, that I will not only get to love my dreams, but exactly the way I want it too?” she smirked to herself, as Tony stroked her soft hair as they sat on the park bench under some shade. “Momma said that it’s true, women can control their men, getting exactly what they want from them. I have my Antonio under my little finger, and he will wait as long as he has to for me.”

“I LOVE IT!” she whispered excitedly, almost forgetting for the moment that she was cuddling with her boyfriend.

Tony, startled, laughed at her until she gave him “the pout”, and not wanting to ever hurt her feelings — and risk his reward she had promised her. He still felt cocky, so he leaned in closer and whispered, “Girl, if you liked it so far, get a load of this, sexy mami.” Tony’s hand drifted up her flat abdomen to her burgeoning chest, and placed two fingers across the fabric covering her right nipple.

Electric shocks went through Alicia’s teenage body, and the would-be sex kitten momentarily considered letting him have what he desperately wanted but she knew better — for she knew his hands wouldn’t stop until they reached under her pants and eventually, panties. She took control.

“Antonio,” she cooed, “people are watching us.” She slipped her hand onto his and led his paw back down to her side. Her hand accidentally brushed the bulge in his shorts — and gave her another momentary pause to consider - but she knew he’d live to wait another day.

Around dinner time, Alicia told her steady that she needed to head home to help her mom make dinner.

“Mmm, I’m hungry, Ali, think she would mind me coming over and having some of those tasty empanadas you and her made last week?,” Tony said, practically begging for their time together to continue.

“Sorry baby, but mama is uh, conducting some business at the house today. It’s our special time, we cook, eat, talk about school, work, men. Besides, it’s Thursday, you know, Ugly Betty and Grey’s — mandatory viewing for the Garza girls!” She leaned up and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Gotta jet! Love ya; I’ll text you before bedtime, K?”

“Ok,” the athletic boy meekly replied as he watched her pivot on her sandal, and watched her butt wiggle as she walked away. When he got home later, he would visualize that wiggle in his fantasy, as he dealt with her teasing and flirting the way he always did — lying on his bed, alone.

It was a four block walk from the park to the condo building where Alicia and her mother Maria lived. She checked the parking lot and sure enough — that black Mercedes SLK convertible with the vanity plate— RAZADDS — was in front. She waited she saw the car’s owners, Dr. Miguel Estrada, walk out of the building and head for the car. He was a successful dentist and Maria was his office manager. Alicia noted his hair was somewhat unruly — an oddity as the handsome professional usually had impeccable personal style and dress.

“Hola, Dr. Mike!” Alicia called to the man, and he seemed startled, almost guilty.

“Alicia! I… I had to drop off some paperwork for your mom, she had, you know, left it at the office. It was on my way home so I told her I’d bring it by. You know.” He brushed his goatee as he spoke.

As usual, Alicia never stopped smiling even though she knew there was about 0% chance that his story was true. “Ok, well, I know she’s waiting for me, dinner is soon, so I’m going upstairs.” She quickly embraced him, and felt her second noticeable bulge this hour. Then in a flash, she headed inside the building.

Dr. Mike couldn’t help himself as he watched her hips sway like a metronome. Like mother, like daughter, he thought.

Maria Garza was in the family’s modern kitchen, stewing peppers and chopping chorizo in anticipation of a dinner of traditional paella with a salad — after all, the paella could be flash frozen and spread out over the week, and the two women had their figures to watch out for.

Maria would turn 40 next month, but was often tagged as being in her early 30s or even early twenties. Her long dark brown hair, smoldering eyes, bountiful bosom, and long legs secured her status as una Madre que quisieras coger — a Mexican-American MILF. In addition to beautiful faces and killer bodies, the Garza women were both friendly, affectionate, and not above teasing poor males with a little leg or a wink.

Maria had heard Alicia enter, and they squealed together as they hugged tightly. Their love for each other was undeniable. “How was school today, mi corazá³n?” mother asked daughter.

“Awesome, mama, I think I may be alternate cheer captain, it’s either going to be me, Mary Leigh Russo, or Desiree Lewis!”

“Oh, baby, I’m so PROUD of you!” gushed Maria as Alicia blushed. “Your last report card, the letter from San Carolina College, and of course, Tony’s ring. And of course, high marks of the RLT!”

“High marks for both of us, mother dear!” the cute teen giggled, so infectiously that her parent had to join her.

Then Alicia asked, “Should I congratulate you for Dr. Mike as well as well? I saw him leave as I came in, and I said hello.”

Despite her olive toned skin, Maria’s face went ashen. Like her boss, she stuttered and nervously stated, “I... I didn’t know that he was here in…”

“Mom. Dr. Mike said he was dropping off some work. Now it’s Thursday, and I know you wouldn’t dare do work stuff on our night — and I don’t see any files here, so that leads me to think that he was here...”

Cutting her daughter off, Maria turned to stir the pot and said curtly, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Mom, it’s OK, look if there’s anyone who knows what’s at stake here...”

“I said I don’t want to talk about, Alicia. Don’t ask me again, please!”

Trying hard not to look hurt, Alicia put her hands on her hips and looked her mother in the eye. Maria tried to avoid eye contact, but once she looked into her child’s bright eyes, a wall broke down in her soul, and the floodgates opened wide in her heart. And then the tears started.

As they would several times that night, the two women hugged each other, as they remembered how far they had gone. But with two pots boiling and Maria’s cell phone buzzing, they looked at each other, and decided that their big talk was going to wait until after dinner.

A decision was made to TiVo the first show — a tough call since they loved and admired America and Salma so much for their beauty and their status as Latina role models — but in the end, McDreamy and McSteamy won out.

Alicia as usual had an idea. “Let’s put on our fancy, mama!”

Maria cocked her head in surprise, “Baby, why not our usual robes and nighties, that’s what we usually wear.”

“This is special, I want to remember the night I became your daughter. And you became my mother. The greatest night of our lives — so far. The dishes can wait.” Maria grinned, and kissed her baby girl on the cheek, then each woman rushed to her room.

45 minutes later, two spectacularly glamorous and enticing females walked into their living room. Maria in her bright pink strapless gown, Alicia similarly in chartreuse yellow. Hose and strappy heels and jewelry completed the look.

Alicia took her mother’s hands and gushed at her sexiness. “Remember when we went out to dinner like this, just the two of us, to the best four star restaurant in town? We were SO hot, mommy — and we still are!” Alicia winked.

Maria laughed and playfully sighed, “Several people called us sisters. And several men — OLDER MEN — wanted to pick us up! As your umm, parent… I had to make sure you weren’t sending the wrong signals, and then it still so new to me, I didn’t know what signals I was sending!”

They laughed and sat down on their comfy coach. Alicia leaned on Maria’s soft shoulder as her mother stroked her face. Maria’s eyes were watering on the verge.

“Mama, what’s going between you and Dr. Mike? The truth, please.”

In a halting little girl voice, Maria said, “It — started two weeks ago, when you cheerleaders traveled to North Wood for the baseball tournament. I worked late with… Miguel and we decided to get a bite to eat at Esmerelda’s. He drove me back here and something — clicked — and...” Maria looked down shamefully.

Then she cried, “You know what I am, Alejandro? I am a fucking puto! I now have a girl’s tits, a girl’s ass, and I’m wearing this dress...” before sobbing and being unable to continue. Alicia, also crying, hugged Maria tightly and began to refute her claim.

“Mama! You are not a homosexual! And neither… neither I am! We are women! We may not have had our... our final therapy yet, but soon we will. But it doesn’t matter. We’re women. It doesn’t matter what body parts we have!”

“No! Baby, today before you came in, he had on the bed, on my hands and knees with my panties down. I didn’t have a... a VAGINA, like a real woman does. He put himself… coz I told him it was that time of the month… he FUCKED me in the ass, Ali! That’s what they did to me in prison too. I’m still the sissy fag bitch that I was in Dos Rios. The only difference is that instead of being impaled by gangbangers and murderers, I was being a slut for the richest and handsomest dentist in Palm River. I’m not your mom, I’m your dad, and I’m a gay drag queen homo slut with fake tits and a fancy dress!”

With a patience and grace beyond her years, Alicia held Maria’s shaking form until the strongest sobs subsided. Then she held her parent’s head in her delicate hands, and fighting back her own emotions, she laid down the law for Maria.

“Listen to me… MOTHER. That’s right, I said mother, because that’s what you are. My father, Manuel Estefan Garza Cá¡rdenas, died in prison. That is to say his male life died there. Because of the pact we made when you got out of prison and found me, as your son Alex, depressed and suicidal from my birth mother’s death from being a meth addict. I was headed down a bad path, and you had been in one your whole life. I remember telling you that I wanted to be with Mom in heaven, and I hated you for leaving us. But we needed each other to survive,” Alicia said while choking on her own sobs.

Maria softly cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Alicia hushed her, and continued.

“Let me finish. Then I told you, that I was a girl, a girl inside. I hated my dick; I hated the hair that was growing on my chin. Then you told me how horrible it was for you to be raped in prison and how you didn’t want to see me become a drag whore, and I told you in no uncertain terms that I was going to be a REAL WOMAN, and that if you were going to be in my life, that maybe you should think about accepting your girlish eyes, lips, and butt, put on a dress, and take a shot at really being a woman, because I just lost my mommy and I needed a new one. And you know what? YOU DID IT! You have been nothing short of incredible, MOTHER! We did everything together that we never did as father and son. Shopping, makeup, learning to cook, learning to dress, walking in heels. The courage to go to Dr. Valdez and admit our transsexuality. The courage to adapt new identities, go through RLT and taking those hormones. All the while, you have been a great role model for me as a young woman.”

Nearly ready to collapse in emotion, Alicia said to Maria, “Now you have a boyfriend who treats you like a real woman, making love to you. You can’t be scared now, mama! I love you and I’m going to hold you to our deal.” Finally, Alicia succumbed to bawling.

“Now it’s my turn, Alicia Josefina,” Maria gasped as she regained her breath to comfort her child. “You talk about me being your role model as a woman. Well, baby, you’re MY role model. When I was away all that time as your dad, I was a fool not to have gotten to know you. Like so many, I let my male arrogance and prison yard cajones make choices for me. I… I could have gone to Melina (Alejandro’s birth mother) before she got lost in her addiction. I realize now, baby, that I was overcompensating for being a runt, a boy who should have been a girl, by being a bad ass barrio cabron. A real bastard. All of this time, Maria was inside of me, but it was hearing your pain, and your plea to be a woman, that woke me up.”

Now mother took daughter’s crying face in her hands. “If I don’t follow you into dresses and bras and boobies, then I am a dead man. In fact, you’re right — Manny did die when Maria was allowed to live. And you were always Alicia but for fifteen years you had to pretend to be Alejandro.”

Maria caught her breath and continued, “Being your mother has been the biggest joy. I watched your body change as mine did, but I also watched you blossom as a confident young teenage girl. A great student, active in student activities, so many friends, and of course — Antonio. Your boyfriend is quite the catch, mi corazá³n. I hate to say it but when I saw you two one day kissing and him holding you, I think I was a little jealous of you. Because even though I just went through a girl’s puberty like you did, I never dated or made out with a hunky boy in school.”

Alicia chortled some giggles and said in her soft voice, “We’ll I’m being a good girl and keeping my virtue until I’m ready. Mama… I’ve decided that I want to make love to Tony the night of the prom, right after my 18th birthday. I love him so much, and he is devoted to me.”

“Yes he is, and I can see the love in both your eyes, honey, and… Alicia I wasn’t being completely honest with you. Today I didn’t have to make up the story of being on the rag with Miguel. He knows I’m a pre-op transsexual. He says he loves me because to him I’m a beautiful woman and he wants me to be a complete woman, but today… today we got together, and we were both so horny… Alicia today made me his loving woman, his mamacita.”

Maria paused and cried again, and her daughter cried along with her, as they hugged and stroked each other’s hair.

Maria then added, “Baby, he’s going to pay for my operation once Dr. Valdez signs off on me, and since I handle all of his finances, I know he has enough money to pay for yours too, I’ll tell him that you just need some minor surgery instead of telling him his step-daughter needs SRS too.”

“Mama — no, you and I will go to Dr. Mike — I guess I better start getting used to calling him Daddy — and we’ll tell him the whole story. You’re right, mom, honesty is the best policy, so… I think I’m going to tell Tony too. He deserves to know.”

“I love you, Alicia, thank you for everything you have given me. We’re a couple of beautiful Chicanas in love and we’re going to have it all!” Once again, mom and daughter hugged.

EPILOGUE:

January: Alicia and Maria Garza, having told the whole story to Miguel Estrada , had their SRS together. Tony Torres came to the hospital to be with his girlfriend.

February: Miguel proposed marriage to Maria on Valentine’s Day, the first night they had true intercourse. They’ll be married in August. Alicia will be her maid of honor.

June: A momentous month for Alicia and Tony. They graduated at the top of their high school class. Ali won a college scholarship, Tony was drafted by the Angels, and the couple celebrated their love after the Senior Prom with a passionate night they’d never forget.

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Love Is Grand
by Annabelle

PREFACE

Retired and independently wealthy, 60 year old Stan Berman discovered he had only 12-18 months to live due to a rare neurological syndrome that would sap his strength and motor skills, but the symptoms would not onset for at least a year. The widower’s only family was his devoted son Patrick and grandson Michael.

A life-long cross dresser, Stan confided in his kin that he wanted to live as a woman for a year, and if they joined him, they would inherit the entire estate.

3 months later, “East Coast socialite” Sarah Berman moved to a luxury condo in Beverly Hills with her daughter Pamela and granddaughter Madeline.

“And in 18 months,” Sarah thought to herself, “My doctors will realize that the diagnosis was wrong! It won’t matter — my girls and I will be too busy shopping, partying, and chasing men to care!”

ABOUT 18 MONTHS LATER

Pamela seethed with rage at her former father’s confession to cooking up the whole “I have a fatal illness — let’s all live as sexy women” story.

Madeline simply dabbed away her tears.

“How could Granddad — or Grandma, since she’s happy being a woman now — do this to us? Why did she lie to us? Just so we could all share a makeup mirror?” Maddie sniffed.

“He — she — whatever did this out of pure selfishness,” Pam tersely replied. “If he wants to wear panties and kiss men for the rest of his or her life, fine… but why pull us into it? I was born a male, just like you, and now… look at us! We sure don’t look like men now!”

“No, Patrick, Michael, you look like the two most beautiful females I have ever had the pleasure to call my daughter and granddaughter,” Sarah said calmly as she entered Pamela’s bedroom.

“You have every right to be angry with my deception. I really have no excuse, but if I can have five minutes to explain, if you are unsatisfied with my story, I will pay whatever it costs to return you both to your male lives — and no matter what, you will both inherit my estate, for I love you both very much,” Sarah spoke softly, dabbing at her eyes as her feelings for her family warmed their hardened hearts ever so slightly.

“As you have found out, all I have ever wanted to do was to become a woman, a beautiful woman who was feminine in every way — dressing in beautiful clothes, wearing lacey lingerie, primping in a mirror for hours, shopping for wonderfully chic designs. I also longed for the touch of a man — to be his lover, his partner, to share his bed, to please him in all the ways a woman can, and to receive his lust and desire. Thanks to modern marvels such as hormone therapy, plastic surgery, and even this new DNA therapy designed by a nu-woman named Dr. Melissa Feinberg, I can achieve these goals. But most of all, I wanted to be a mother, and every mother wants someday to be a grandmother. You two never knew the love of a female parent.”

“Oh Mom,” Pam cried — as Pat, he never knew his real mother, as she died during childbirth, “and I gladly accept you as my mother, and Mike would accept you as his grandmother, we love you! But why did you want us to become women too?”

“Because... because of Gus,” Sarah sighed. Gus Peterson was Stan’s financial advisor. He had made a killing in the stock market. Gus knew Stan before he became Sarah, and was the only person from their past that Pam and Maddie knew in Beverly Hills.

“Gus knew me as Sarah first — he saw me one day dressed up when I went out on the town before we moved to California. Fir five years I led him on, he thought I was a genetic woman. We became lovers, and never was once bothered that I was born a male. We’re going to be married in the fall. But early on, I had told him that the only family I had was a beautiful daughter who was a single mom herself raising an equally beautiful young girl. I did it so that if he tried to investigate me, he’d only find the two of you, and that would throw him off the path. But I didn’t count on wanting to spend the rest of my life with him… to be his woman…”

Madeline hugged Sarah. “Grandma, that’s a beautiful story. I know now why you smile so brightly when Mr. Gus comes by to talk about the investments. And I understand the reason behind the story — I think it’s kind of cute.”

“And I didn’t think you’d mind wearing dresses and makeup — you said as much in your blog, sweetie,” Sarah smiled.

Maddie gasped. “Nobody knew about that. And I only wanted to see what girls clothes felt like — not to be a girl.”

“Grandmothers know, baby”

“Michael… I had no idea,” Pamela gasped.

“I think our girl didn’t know herself, not until she began living as pretty teenage girl here in Beverly Hills. She was already very fair and pretty for a male — it’s a family trait, Pamela.”

Sarah then turned back to Madeline. “Dearest Madeline, do you know that you are probably the most beautiful 17 year old girl in Southern California? You wear only the finest in designer fashions, your figure is lithe with precious little curves, you carry yourself with grace and confidence women 10 years older often cannot pull off. There’s really only one ‘male’ characteristic you have left.”

Madeline blushed and looked down at her lap. “Sometimes, he.. reminds me that I’m still a… boy.”

“He, Madeline? Do you mean Kyle?” Sarah asked with a slightly wicked grin..

“Kyle,” Maddie breathlessly repeated his name.

She closed her eyes and thought back to their first date — her first date, as a girl at least. As a boy, Mike had only been only blind dates that could only be described as forgettable. There was no forgetting Kyle Machado, who only the coolest and hunkiest young star of that sitcom about the teenagers from the Midwest who were always quoting Shakespeare. Kyle had picked her up in his Porsche, they dined at Wolfgang’s, and danced the night away at the strip. Maddie shuddered as she remembered losing her will in his dark eyes, the taste of his tongue that slipped between her soft lips, and how her hormones raced as she pressed the newest gifts from grandmother — surgically enhanced breasts — against his muscular chest — as he caressed her chemically rounded seat.

Being so close, it would have been impossible for Maddie to notice that Kyle definitely had a male reaction to her. “I really turned him on,” Maddie said out loud to her elders, still in a romantic daze. “I wonder if he knows how turned on I…”

Maddie suddenly went ashen, and looked at Pam & Sarah fearfully.“Oh my God — Mom, Grandma, he… might really know I’m a…”

“Of course he knows, baby,” Sarah confessed.

Pam was stunned. “What do you mean, he knows, Mother? Are you saying Kyle Machado, Hollywood’s #1 is..”

“He’s shall we say… looking a for a date who can please him and yet not cost him millions of dollars in lucrative movie deals, Pamela. He appreciates loveliness in either gender, and your daughter and him look very fetching together.”

“He was talking about taking me to Paris when he starts shooting “Fox Hunt” this summer. I’d love to be able to take in the new season’s fashions and make the scene with him. Maybe even go to Cannes. But, I figured he’d want to .. You know..”

Sarah held Maddie’s shaking hands. “He does, sweetheart. And you should be with him. He told me yesterday that you are his dream girl. I think if you two end up a couple, it would blow Tom-Kat off the cover of People and EW!”

“Mother, how did you know that Kyle liked Mi-Madeline even though she is really a boy inside?”, Pamela asked.

“Well, Gus knew because Kyle had confided in Damon Kirkpatrick that he liked girls with something extra. Damon told Gus, and Gus tells me everything..”

Pamela was flabbergasted. “Damon knows? How in the hell is he involved with all this craziness?”

“Let’s just say that Gus, Kyle, and Damon all have similar interests, Pamela dear,” Sarah cooed with intent to her 38 year old son-daughter.

“Oh my.” Pam fretted nervously as her thoughts drifted back to a week ago.

In addition to her role as supporting Sarah’s social networking, and mentoring Maddie’s growth in a teen cutie, she had had incredible success in a field that she shunned back in the East because of the perception that interior decorators was not the most macho job a man could hold. Patrick had a natural gift for floral arrangements, color mixing, and Feng Shui, and when Pam (with Mom’s cash influx) opened her style boutique on Rodeo Dr, the buzz amongst the celebs was incredible.

One of Pam’s biggest projects involved Damon Kirkpatrick. Only the man behind New Horizon Films could afford the 32 room mansion in the Hills, and he basically gave Pam a blank check to redo the grand ballroom, screening room, and pool garden. Six months later, Damon’s post-Golden Globes party doubled as the grand unveiling of Pam’s work.

The notorious playboy image that Damon easily cultivated meant that he often would give her a wink, or hold her hand suggestively. Pam used her concentration on the task at hand to avoid eye contact with him, but at the party, Damon insisted on a dance followed by a champagne toast.

“I can see why women flock to him,” Pamela thought. “He’s so dashing and handsome…”

Damon took Pam to the balcony overlooking the LA Skyline. His hand pressed against the back of her strapless gown. She was shocked at how mesmerized she was; “It must be the Cristal,” she imagined, but whatever it was, she looked into his eyes, and her lips easily parted for his tongue. He ran his large hands down her back, slipping the strapless gown off her shoulders.

“No… I’m a man, a father, a son,” she thought in a panic, but as Damon’s mouth tasted her newly reshaped bosom, she shuddered and moaned in a way Patrick never had before..

“Thinking back to that night at the Golden Globes party, darling?” Sarah grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Pam held her head in her hands, wishing the desires that were ignited that night were simply a product of the fantasy world that she had been caught up in. She remembered the shivers, the caresses, the smell, the taste. The taste.

Maddie put her arm around her “Mom…. Did you… and Damon.. Did you…” Pam just whimpered and slumped her head on her child’s shoulder softly crying.

Sarah spoke in a soft, but very forecful voice. “You pleased your man, Pamela. And he pleased you. There’s no shame in that, darling. It’s not degrading to women, it’s the ultimate act of love and control that a woman can do for her man. If he’s the right man, he’ll give you that pleasure back. You’re a woman now, Pamela. Like daughter…” Sarah points to herself - “Like mother.” - then she looks and smiles at Maddie. “and like granddaughter.”

“How — how did you know?” the pretty teen choked back tears as she meekly whispered.

“Like I said — grandmothers know.”

THE NEXT SUMMER-

Three beautiful women — mother, daughter, granddaughter — all went on holiday in France. They spent their days shopping, going to fashion shows, having their hair and nails done, being seen. Men constant handed them business cards or slips of paper with phone numbers.

Whenever that happened, they would look at each other, laugh, and politely slip in into a trash receptacle. They were not in France searching for lovers. They brought theirs with them.

Young and pretty Madeline Berman, the most photographed young socialite due to her affair with hot actor Kyle Machado, was unafraid of the eyes of the paparazzi. They had caught her bare chested, cuddling with Kyle, as he pawed at the soft globes on her chest. She seemed to wink to the entranced cameramen then took his tongue out of her mouth — and then gently pushed his head into her towel covered lap.

The faces she made then told it’s own story — although only her and Kyle knew what he was really doing down there.

Unlike her social climbing daughter, Pamela Berman-Kirkpatrick and her new husband were much more discreet with their passion. Following a fabulous party celebrating the opening of “Salon Pamela de Paris,” the newlyweds retired to his penthouse overlooking the Siene.

As Damon poured two glasses of Cristal, he entered their lavish master bedroom to find his wife lying, with a wicked expression on her face and only her dainty ivory slip covering her womanly shape. All inhibitions about her gender change were gone — she was a woman, body and soul now, and as she eagerly accepted her man’s passion inside of her, she closed her eyes and smiled the brightest smile, punctuated by very feminine moans. Pamela was in love; she cherished her new life as businesswoman, wife, daughter and mother.

“There is no greater joy,” Sarah mused, “than seeing my girls accept the feminine nature that always lied in us Berman men. I may have been deceitful in bringing it out them, but it has been worth it. Each of them made up their own mind regarding castration.Maddie knew that Kyle was mad for her ‘clitoris’, so she kept hers, while Pam wanted to go all the way so she could marry her Damon. She’s 100% female down there, minus the ovaries she would need to bear children.”

“As for me, call me a drag queen or a she-male even if you wish, but my name is Sarah Berman, and I also go by Mother, Grandma… and oh yes, Gus calls me his honey girl.”

“Darling,” Sarah cooed to Gus, “I see your ‘blue pill’ has kicked in.”

AUTHOR’S INTRO: Hi, Annabelle here, you can call me Annie for short. :)

The following story was originally done as a set of story captions, and was based on pictures printed in a major US magazine devoted to the Hollywood scene. It was pictures of actresses in beautiful gowns on the red carpet at the Academy Awards. Three generations of iconic beauty were shown next to each other — Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman, and Keira Knightley. I thought they would make a great “family” of world class beauty.

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Annie :)

Original story by Annabelle Raven
Characters from TV series “Malcolm in the Middle”
Created by Linwood Boomer
Based on the Episode “If Boys Were Girls”

Lois Wilkerson had her hands full raising four sons, and it was getting to her.

Her sons Malcolm, Dewey, and Reese were all behaving badly; Dewey the youngest kept bugging her to buy him the newest X-Box game, while Malcolm (2nd youngest) and Reese (2nd oldest) were constantly fighting and bickering. To make matters worse, Frances, oldest son of Lois and her husband Hal, was such a delinquent, that he had been sent to military school years before, and now worked in a series of deadbeat jobs while fooling around with loose women.

Lois was at her wits end. Her husband Hal was quite bumbling and nebbish and didn’t provide the boys with a strong male role model.

All these years of suffering in a male dominated household drove Lois off the deep end — she grew to hate the male of the species for being so shallow, aggressive, brutal, and uncultivated.

On this day, Lois was attempting to get her three youngest sons new school clothes — Hal was off trying to deal with his very hairy back, that made him itch. Lois was quite stressed,

Lois knew that she would be bickering with the boys in the department store, and being grossed out while they wolfed down giant chili cheeseburgers in the food court at the mall.

Lois saw a young mother and her daughters going out of a boutique. The girls had bags from various stores and could see that they had bought some dresses, lingerie, and shoes. The girls were laughing and the mother had a big smile on her face.

Lois sighed. “Just once,” she spoke to herself, “instead of sons, I wish I had daughters.”

Suddenly, the new ring on her finger that Hal had gotten from some stranger at a flea market — it was opaque with nice shape, even though it wasn’t her birthstone — started glowing and then subsided.

“Huh? What the hell was that?” she mumbled, as she toyed with taking the ring off, but it was now a stunning 14 karat diamond.

Suddenly, a very cute but somewhat familiar girl approached Lois. “Mom! Come look at the pretty dress Renee and Mallory picked out for me!”

Renee? Mallory? Lois knew those were names she had selected for her sons if they had been born daughters — and somehow she knew that this little girl was really Dewey — or rather Daisy!

“Trust me sis,” Renee (the former Reese) said, “this color matches your hair and eyes so well.

Lois gasped. As a boy, Reese never cared what he looked like, and now he — she — was giving fashion advice? And she was gushing as she was picking various clothing items — girls' clothes — from the racks!

“Let’s ask Mom what she thinks — she always has a great eye for color,” Mallory (who used to be Malcolm) asked.

Well this was a change — Malcolm was an extremely bright boy who often had little patience for his mom’s demands for the household. In contrast, Mallory seemed to look to her mother with adoring eyes.

“You… you’d look great honey, um, listen, I’m kind of hungry, so why don’t we head over to the food court I know you are all dying for one of those burgers.”

“BURGERS?” the three girls chortled in digest. “You know I have to lose a few pounds so I can get into my prom dress,” Renee said, “so nothing but a salad for me.”

“Me too!” Daisy said. “I’m going to be as pretty as both my sisters!

Lois had to hold back the tears. Somehow a miracle had happened. Her unruly sons were now three perfect daughters!

The four gals spent the rest of the day going from store to store, and came home with a car full of bags! Lois decided to have the girls make dinner and do some chores, while she took a nap.

Lois was shaken awake by her returning husband Hal. “Lois, where are the boys? And who are these girls doing chores and making dinner? And why the hell are there bags full of girls' clothes in the living room.”

Lois grinned. “We don’t have boys anymore Hal. Those are our beautiful daughters — and I don’t know why it’s happened — I think it has to do with this ring you gave me.”

Hal gulped. He remembered when he got the ring at the flea market. He swore as if the ring was calling out to him — he knew his family would think he was crazy if he told them that at the time — but now it must really have been magic. For once, he thought fast on his feet.

“Darling, I know you’re tired from a long day of shopping. I’ll help the girls make dinner.” Hal said with a shy smile. Lois closed and her eyes and mouthed a thank you. She was looking forward to Hal being the only man in the household.

An hour later, Lois was awoken when she heard a woman’s voice say “Hello handsome. Time to wake up.” Lois opened her eyes to see an attractive middle aged woman — wearing one of her sweater and slack sets — who looked very familiar — and had her magic ring on! Could it be?

“It’s me, Hal — but you can call me Helene. And your new name is Lyle!”

What Lois feared most stared back at her when she looked at her own body. Now she had a broad chest, and it was hairy! Ewww!

“I’ve always wanted to be a woman, Lyle; you know I wasn’t a very manly man. But I didn’t want to let my boys down. But now, I have four beautiful daughters, say hello to Fay.”

“Hi Daddy!” Lois’s former son Frances chirped. She was now a glamorous blonde with a figure to kill for.

“But why do I have to be the man?” Lyle cried. “I wanted an all girl household!”

Lyle ended up running away from the family. He moved to Las Vegas to try his hand as a drag queen showgirl — albeit not a very good one. He was just too hairy! The other girls loved being girls and lived happily ever after!

Epilogue:

Renee and Mallory never fought constantly the way Reese and Malcolm did. The sisters shared everything including clothes, makeup, and often went on double dates together. Boys thought the sisters were the two hottest girls on campus!

Big sister Fay was still a wild child. She became a top exotic dancer at the gentleman’s club across town.

Little sister Daisy wasn’t into robots and bikes the way Dewey had been. She was the ultimate girly-girl who wore pink, played with dolls, and wanted to grow up to be just as happy and pretty her sisters — and her new mom!

While Hal had been a failure as a father figure, Helene seemingly was born to be a great mother — and a beautiful woman. Despite Lyle/Lois’s departure, Helene was able to raise her girls, advance further in her job than ever before (mostly from her enhanced sense of style and dress) and was able to learn to love being a woman — including being pursued by the town’s most eligible bachelor.

Helene remarried this year in a lovely ceremony — all four of her beautiful daughters were bridesmaids!

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When Kyle Wilson’s mom died four years ago, he and his dad Alex were devastated. Kyle was 12 and it was not easy to deal with. Alex tried his best to fill the role of mom and dad.

Almost a year after his wife’s death, Alex sat his son down and said, “Kyle, I have something I need to tell you. I’ve been hiding it my whole life, and this won’t be easy on you, but I have to do this.”

“I have always felt like I should have been born a woman, and I cannot deny it anymore, so from now on I shall live my life as a female — and as your mother. I am changing my name from Alex to Angela.”

Kyle couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he wasn’t angry or not understanding — but because he too felt he was born in the wrong gender — that he should be a girl, not a boy. However, he didn’t feel like upsetting his father — now his mother. “You are all I have left dad — I mean mom,” said Kyle, “and I’ll always love you whether you are my mother or my father.”

Alex/Angela smiled and hugged his/her son. “Thank you, I’m so happy to hear that honey!” Kyle hugged back, and both cried tears of joy, with a little bittersweet feeling for Kyle.

From that point forward, Angela became Kyle’s mother. Kyle and Angela never forgot their original wife/mother, but they pressed on. Much to Kyle’s amazement, Alex was turning into a stunning blond lady!

Angela transitioned for a year, and Kyle accompanied her to the hospital for the final sex change operation. Kyle felt a little envious of his new mother. “I should be the one having the sex change,” he felt, but he never verbalized his feelings.

Angela and Kyle moved to a new town to start life anew. Kyle was now 13 and he made new friends, many of who told Kyle — to his shock — that they really thought his mom was a MILF!

The surgery and hormone therapy had changed plain Alex into the beautiful Angela, with her long blonde hair, sparkling smile, and delightful feminine curves. No one in town suspected that Angela was not born that way, especially Brian Knight, Angela’s handsome boss who hired her as his office manager.

One day, Kyle confronted his feelings and decided to talk to his mom. “I have something to tell you, Mom, but I just don’t know how!”

“It’s OK sweetie, you cam tell me anything. What’s wrong?”

"I’m just like you. I have held this secret for too long; ever since I was little, I wanted to be a girl, I should have been born that way, and to see you become a woman has made me so jealous! Mom... I want to be your daughter!”

Kyle teared up and Angela hugged her child tightly. Then she looked down and smiled at Kyle. “If you are serious about this, I can help you — but being a girl isn’t easy. But I am here for you.

“I’m dead serious, Mom, I hate being a boy, and I want to be a girl, as pretty as my mom!”

“Then it’s done, baby. Let’s go out on a shopping trip, our first as mother and daughter, what do you say to that…. Katie?”

“I can’t wait! Thanks, Mom!” Katie loved to hear the sound of her new name. Hand and hand, the son who was becoming a daughter went shopping for clothes and visited a salon with her new mother!

In a short time, Katie emerged as a cute teenage girl very bit as pretty as her mother. Her long legs and ice melting smile served her well in high school as every girl wanted to be her friend, and every boy wanted to ask her out!

Life was blissful in the Wilson home as Katie began taking hormones to develop her “girl shape”, while Angela and her boss Brian started to date. After many months, Brian proposed to Angela, who gleefully accepted!

Now 15 1/2, Katie was stunning in her bridesmaid gown, second only to the beautiful bride. Katie’s groom escort was a hunky high school classmate — and Brian’s cousin — Jake. Katie was smitten from that point forward, her body soaking in all the new estrogen, giving her enticing thoughts!

Angela and Brian honeymooned in the Bahamas where the new newlyweds wasted little time in breaking in Angela’s new female plumbing. After 30 plus years as a man, Angela knew what would turn on her mate. Now totally a woman, she let him playfully fondle her now full breasts and firm buttocks.

She knelt down before his inflamed manhood, and lovingly gave her man an blow job that sapped his strength. She then lay next to him, as Brian skillfully slid his warm fingers inside her newly-created love canal.

Angela squealed and cooed in sheer rapture, and when her husband was hard again... he took her. Tenderly but with lusty force, Brian fucked his beautiful bride for hours, and she was lost in a pure orgasmic haze.

As she moaned in pleasure, Angela was so thankful that she had a chance to truly become a woman — his woman — and the added bonus of a being a loving mom to her pretty teenage daughter!

Meanwhile, back at home, Katie was acting pretty silly when she tried on the wedding gown her mom had just worn days before. “It’s amazing,” she thought aloud, as she was under the impression she was alone. She thought about the journey Alex and Kyle had taken — struggling with male identities that were not true to the females they desired to be.

“I wish Jake was here… he could see me now, ” Katie sighed.

“I do,” said the would-be groom who had sneaked in the back door. “You are a beautiful bride, Katie.” The pretty teen could only blush as the hot guy she was fantasizing about took her in his arms.

Jake lifted her face to his, and kissed her, his tongue invading her sweet lips. She felt a hardness pressed to her abdomen. Within a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, the young lovers were undressed on her mom and step-dad’s bed.

“Oh Jake, fuck me, take me now! Make me your girl, I’ll be yours forever!”

As Katie pressed her delicate female frame against her boyfriend’s musculature, she thought about Angela and Brian, and what they must be doing at this moment, and giggled at the question: Who lost their female virginity first, Mom or me?

The giggle was suppressed as Brian aroused his “bride” as he sucked gently on her nipples, and caressed her bubble butt. Katie turned on her stomach, grabbed a pillow,and smiled to her beau, as she begged to break her ass-cherry!

“Thank you mommy!” Katie thought to herself. “You let me be a girl — and tonight, we both became REAL women!”

At age 18, Katie graduated high school and married Jake in the same church where her mother had been wed. Of course, this time, she wore her own billowing wedding gown. Angela dabbed away tears as she what a beautiful bride her daughter was.