Sad Smiles

Chapter 1 Buffy's POV

This was going to be the best summer ever. Ellie's brother had hit the big time and their band High Notes was going to be the opening act for The Bleeding Heart Boys tour. We were going to follow the tour at least for the US and Canada section. We had passes to all the shows and an allotted parking space in all the locations for our RV. We were on our way travelling from Las Vegas to Phoenix where the first event was to take place.

We had just filled up, grabbed a few snacks and were stretching our legs when I spotted him. There was something about him that drew me in. Maybe it was maternal instincts or something because I felt an urge to go and give him a hug. There was nothing sexual in it as I didn't swing that way and have known that since I was twelve. I was perhaps not the best judge, but I would say he was more pretty than handsome, although his face was covered with the scruff of a very light beard.

He wasn't doing anything to gain attention, sitting at an outside table staring into the distance, elbows on the table and one hand playing with the bristles under his chin. I was the first one out of the shop since I only wanted a coffee, so, on a whim, or giving in to my unexplainable internal pull, I sat opposite him.

“Hi, I'm Buffy,” I said with my normal cheery voice. Buffy wasn't what my parents named me. I am a short curvy blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheerleader who loves martial arts. I was so used to everyone calling me Buffy that I have given up on my real name.

He blinked a few times and turned to me. He looked me in the eyes, which was a nice change. My breasts are a bit overlarge for my frame, so I was used to men staring below my face. He then attempted to smile, but it was the saddest smile I had ever experienced. The smile did reach his eyes but his soft brown eyes seemed to contain a world of hurt.

“Hi, I'm Drew,” he said softly. I almost had to strain to hear him.

By this point, Ellie and Sarah joined me with a slightly puzzled look upon their faces. There was another table unoccupied and Sarah almost disliked all men on sight.

“This is Ellie and Sarah,” I gestured to indicate who I meant as they sat down, “guys, this is Drew.”

Ellie and Sarah both gave an awkward mini-wave. Drew glanced at both of them with his attempted smile in place.

I wasn't the only one to notice his pained expression and Sarah was a lot more aggressive than me, especially with men.

“What's wrong? You look like your dog died,” Sarah asked.

Ellie hit Sarah's shoulder with a slap to indicate that she was not behaving appropriately. Considering how often that happens, Ellie's hand should be sore.

My friend's actions distracted me enough that I missed Drew's initial reaction and when I turned to look at him he was looking into the distance again, blinking, trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears that were tracking down his face.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“Oh my God, your dog did die, didn't it,” Ellie said, taking the opportunity to smack Sarah on her shoulder again.

Drew attempted to smile again. “No. I don't have a dog.” He took some deep breaths to control himself and then sighed. “Just a very bad day.” His voice was still very soft and quiet with a cute accent.

That urge to hug him was back and strong. I think Ellie was likewise affected, judging by her caring expression, but Sarah was being her usual forceful self.

“What happened?” Sarah asked with a tone that suggested it couldn't be that bad, whatever it was.

Drew looked at Sarah carefully. Eventually, he shrugged his shoulders as if to say why not?

“I was backpacking, hitching a ride to Las Vegas when I received some bad news,” he paused, his face falling even further. “I made the mistake of crying. He kicked me out of his car and drove off with my backpack in his boot.”

“Shit. What is it about men and crying? I think men showing their emotions is a good thing,” Ellie stated. “What about your wallet?”

“In the front pocket of my backpack. My sole possessions are my passport, my phone and my emergency credit card,” Drew said.

“Not too bad then,” Sarah suggested.

“My phone has run out of power, not that it matters, as I have no one to call and the credit card is my father's, which may not work since he is now officially missing presumed dead,” he answered and then dropped his head in his hands.

I went around the back of him to rub his back and glare at Sarah who had seriously put her foot in her mouth. She mouthed 'sorry' to me with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Um, you could borrow my phone if you need to call somebody,” Sarah said with a hint of apology in her voice.

He looked up with obvious tear tracks down his face and glared at Sarah angrily. “Who do you think I should call? My mother, missing presumed dead, maybe my grandparents, oh no that won't work, they are missing presumed dead too. What about my eleven-year-old sister...” The anger disappeared from his voice to be replaced by such anguish that I had to close my eyes in sympathy. Then he dropped his head into his hands again and started sobbing.

He was still sobbing ten minutes later when Sarah gestured us to gather a short distance away.

“What do you want to do? We need to get back on the road, but I don't like leaving the guy like this,” Sarah whispered as we gathered in a huddle.

“I think his whole family must have been on that airplane that is in the news. The one that has disappeared somewhere over the Atlantic,” Ellie informed us.

“That is so messed up and then to get chucked out of the car for crying, losing all his stuff. If his credit card doesn't work he is truly fucked,” I said, deliberately using the swear word which had more impact since I make a point to almost never swear.

“We could take him with us,” Ellie murmured.

“No. No way. We are three lesbians in an RV with one double bed and one single. He would depress all of us and ruin our summer.”

“But..” I started.

“No. He is not our responsibility,” Sarah continued and led us back to the RV. Both Ellie and I turned back frequently, but Sarah tugged us away. We could have resisted her, she wasn't that strong, but if one of us didn't agree it would never work.

For the next half an hour he was all I could think about as Sarah drove us away. I wasn't the only one as Ellie kept on giving me these pained looks. I thought Sarah was immune, but after that half an hour she pulled over.

“Shit!” Sarah said to no one in particular, followed by, “Shitfuck, Shitfuckshit!”

“Alright,” she said finally, “we'll go back and get him, but he better obey my rules.”

When we returned he was still sitting at that table. The sobbing had stopped and he was back to staring into the distance again.

I think he was in shock or something, so it wasn't hard to cajole him into our RV with the promise of recharging his phone on our journey to Phoenix. He curled himself into a fetal position on the double bed and cried himself to sleep. I spooned him, stroking his arm until I heard his breathing change and then slipped out to join the other two.

“He's asleep,” I told them.

“So what's the plan?” Ellie asked Sarah, who tended to be our decision-maker.

“We'll set him up with my laptop whilst we are at the concert. He can search the internet and work out where he can go from here. If he has online banking, he should be able to sort his out his immediate issues. He can stay the night with us, then we can drop him off somewhere tomorrow. If you are right about his family, Ellie, nothing that we or anyone else can do is going to fix him, so don't expect him to leave with smiles and giggles,” Sarah answered.

“It's almost better when he doesn't smile,” I muttered. His smiles really pulled on my heartstrings. He was a stranger. I should have been more worried about him being an axe murderer than whether he needs a hug.

We tried to turn our conversation towards the first concert on the tour and recapture the excitement that we had started the day with. It was a bit forced, but we put some positive music on and danced a bit to shake off the sad mood. Seeing Ellie's brother and his bandmates would be nice. We had watched them and supported them whenever we could. The Bleeding Heart Boys, on the other hand, were majorly famous and the thought of seeing them and practically living next door to them was a big deal to all of us. Most of my friends from school had crushes on one or more of them. I had even pretended to like Damon when I was pretending to be straight. Damon was married now and was bringing his wife and baby daughter on tour with him. Billy and Ethan were in serious relationships, so it was only Aaron, who was still on the prowl.

Sat Nav made finding the place easy and our backstage passes got us through security and into our allotted space. We were hooked up to all the amenities quickly and then came to our first unexpected awkwardness. We wanted to get ready for the night which would involve a certain amount of nakedness and we had a boy sitting on our bed.

Drew handled it really well by moving into the front and asking us to give him a knock when we were finished. He seemed a bit better after a sleep.

Trish, the tour manager, knocked and introduced herself, telling us when and where we needed to be. Other than that we were back on track and enjoying dolling ourselves up. Our wardrobes mainly consisted of dresses with some casual clothes for the days between the shows. Even Sarah, who much preferred skinny jeans, had agreed to dress up for the concerts.

Drew waited for us to leave before he started his internet activity, I think that was so he didn't upset himself in front of us again. We set off, the three amigos, ready for a wonderful night. We enjoyed High Notes with their upbeat pop songs which was a nice counterpoint to the slightly sad ballads that The Bleeding Heart Boys were famous for.

Afterwards, meeting up with all the talent was nerve-racking, but they didn't behave like prima-donnas. There were enough other giggling girls that were begging for their attention that we managed to meet them with some decorum. Aaron flirted very heavily with me and then started following me when I tried to stay away. I tried to politely put him off and that didn't work at all. I could tell that he thought he was God's gift to women. In desperation, I told him that I was seeing someone and when he tried to insinuate that if my fella wasn't here, no one needed to tell him what went on. I told him that Drew was on our RV waiting for me.

He had managed to attack when I was culled from the herd but backed off with that revelation, which allowed me to try and rejoin Ellie and Sarah. I found Sarah and she pointed out Ellie who was in an earnest conversation with Aaron. I was wondering if I was going to have to go rescue her when Aaron backed off from her and she headed to us.

“We are going to have to be careful with that one,” Ellie said when she approached.

“Aaron?” I asked. “I know what you mean.”

“Be careful not to offend him. This tour will cater to the whim of those Bleeding Heart Boys,” Sarah noted.

“I know. He was hard to put off. I thought about telling him that I am a lesbian, but I know his type and he would just see that as a challenge,” I agreed.

“How did you get him to back off, then?” Ellie asked me.

“I told him I was seeing someone and when that didn't slow him down, I told him that Drew was waiting for me back in the RV,” I admitted.

“Seriously? Cause I said the same,” Ellie replied giggling.

“Did you both mention him by name?” Sarah asked us.

“Yeah.”

“Yup.”

“Shit,” Sarah swore.

“Yeah.”

“Yup.”

Then we all looked at each other and laughed.

“What are you going to do if he starts chasing you?” Ellie asked Sarah.

“I don't think I am his type.” Sarah is the most butch of us, even in a dress and dressed to thrill. She has short hair and her expression is always a bit more predatory than mine or Ellie's. “If he does,” Sarah continued with a smile, “I'll tell him I am dating Drew.”

I looked around to see if our laughter was attracting attention and saw Aaron with his arm around a groupie looking at me with a frown.

Sarah also noticed Aaron's look. “I am going to text Drew and give him a heads up, just in case,” Sarah mentioned.

I was glad she was sending the text, I wouldn't know what to say. I don't think Drew knew that we were lesbians either, so we might be exchanging one amorous male for another. Not that I thought that was really going to be a problem. Drew felt like someone I needed to protect, not seek protection from.

Aaron didn't approach me again that evening, but I noticed he was never far away. The groupie disappeared from his arm and I could feel that we were under his focus, so I wasn't surprised that when we decided to retire, he followed us, catching up to us on our way back.

“Hi girls. I hope you don't mind. I felt like I needed to meet this Drew guy. Seeing two girls at the same time in the same RV. Respect,” he said with a disbelieving tone of voice.

“Three,” Sarah added with a smile.

“Three?” he asked.

“Three,” we all said giggling.

When we got to the RV, Aaron gestured us back to prevent us from pulling some kind of trick on him and knocked boldly on the door.

Drew answered, opening the door. “Oh, sorry, I was expecting someone else. Err.. Who are you? I recognise you from somewhere. Are you famous?” Then he looked past Aaron and saw us. His face transformed with a huge smile. “Hi girls.”

“Seriously? You don't know who I am?” Aaron asked as we all waved back at Drew. I don't know about Sarah or Ellie, but my grin was stretched wide.

“Nah, just kidding you. You're Aaron, a singer in that band. Nice to meet you. One second though, mate, I've been missing my girls.” With that, he manoeuvred past Aaron to catch us all up in a group hug. Before turning back around to a stunned Aaron and offering his hand to shake. “Thanks for escorting them back,” he told Aaron as he shook his hand. “Girls, if you feel threatened, just give me a call and I will come out to you.”

“Err..” Aaron stuttered.

“I hope you don't mind. I would like to spend some quality time with my lovelies,” Drew said as he ushered us all in.

We waved goodbye to Aaron and went in. We watched through the window as Aaron walked away shaking his head.

“I could use a drink,” Drew said followed by a small giggle.

Drew giggling shocked me for a second although I wasn't sure why it did seem to suit him whereas a manly chuckle just wouldn't have worked. It broke the tension and we all started laughing. Sarah got out the tequila and shot glasses. We settled around the table.

“So, how was your evening?” Drew asked.

“It was great apart from the man chasing issues. What did Sarah send you?” I asked.

“Aaron the A-hole won't stop. I am now the official pretend boyfriend to y'all. Something like that anyway. Good news on my front. I've cancelled my cards. I can't get any new ones as they have to be sent to my registered address, but I can pay for stuff online. If one of you doesn't mind, I'll put some money into your account and you can give me some cash.”

“So what are your plans? What are you going to do next?” Sarah asked.

The smile dropped from his face. “There is going to be a memorial service at ground zero in New York on the month anniversary. They are pretty sure it was a terrorist attack although three different groups have claimed credit. I want to be there for that, then I guess I will head back to the UK and try and pick up the pieces.” He sighed.

“Between now and then?” I asked.

“I want to keep myself occupied with something, but I can't really travel. I know I am liable to break down and cry at the drop of a hat. I may just fly to New York and stay in a hotel until the memorial.”

I looked to Sarah and then Ellie to see if they were thinking what I was thinking. I'm not that good at reading facial expressions though, so I just tried to send a pleading expression to Sarah, since she was the one who would object if anyone did.

Sarah sighed. “I don't know if this will work out, but..”

I squealed and Ellie smiled while Drew just looked puzzled.

“Look, we are all lesbians, we have no interest in you sexually, at all,” Sarah continued.

“Why didn't you just tell Aaron that?” Drew asked curiously.

“Some men understand that to mean we haven't met the right guy yet and they are that guy. The only thing that puts them off is another guy. Preferably one who has bigger cojones than them. By appearing to date all three of us, that should put you in the right category. I need to tell you something else, but I need more drink for that. Do you play cards?”

“What are you suggesting?” Drew asked.

“Poker, bet in shots to be consumed by the loser of the bet,” Sarah suggested.

Five hands later and I had to bow out. Any more shots and I would be trashed. Ellie lasted one more round and then Sarah said she was ready. I didn't know what she was going to say or what she needed to get drunk to reveal. Then again my brain wasn't functioning at its best at that point in time.

Sarah paused dramatically. “I was raped.”

“No,” Drew said with real sadness and that boy had a real gift for showing sadness.

I gasped in shock. I knew that she had been raped, but I never in a million years would have believed that she would tell a boy her deepest secret. I looked at Ellie with my eyes still opened in surprise to see her with a similar expression.

Drew got up shakily and made his way around to Sarah and clumsily hugged her. “That is so so wrong. What happened?”

I winced when he hugged her. A boy hugging Sarah when she hadn't asked for it was in for a world of hurt. He was obviously a sweet boy with the right intentions but as a man hugging a confessed rapee, he was clearly not thinking.

Sarah turned into the hug, hugged him back and started sobbing.

Once I had picked my jaw up off my chest, I tried and Ellie tried to get in on the hug. With the confined space it was difficult, but we made sure that she knew we were there.

“Sorry, sorry,” Sarah kept muttering.

Drew just kept rubbing her back, telling her that she was surrounded by love. His words were sincere too. I felt goosebumps when he said it. He meant it. He had only known us a few hours and yet he was connected to us all. I had the same connection although I didn't understand it.

Sarah managed to gather herself together and after patting Drew's hand in thanks, asked him to return to his seat. “I don't want to talk about it. I needed to tell you though so you would understand what I meant. I think we all want you to stay with us on our trip. We are following the tour which will lead us to New York in about a month. It should be a win-win. We keep you distracted and heading in the right direction, you keep Aaron off our backs.”

“But...” Drew added expectantly.

“Since my …. event. I struggle to even be civil to men. The closer they are to me the more fear and anger seems to go through me. The thought of being in a confined space with a man nearby would normally be impossible. That hug you gave me was the first time a man has touched me without me reacting negatively and that includes my father. For some reason, you don't trip my issues...yet. I am waiting for it to happen and when it does...”

“I will leave without complaint. More than that, if there is anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable, just let me know. Even if it something silly like wear a balaclava, if it helps, I'll do it,” Drew said, looking earnestly into her eyes.

“Are you gay?” Ellie asked.

“No,” Drew gave another of his sad smiles. Truthfully none of us would have asked the question if we hadn't drunk a little too much. “Although I have been called that enough times usually with names much less pleasant. I am perhaps not the manliest of men. I don't seem to like or enjoy the same things they do. I've accepted who I am and refuse to live my life to stereotypes that I don't seem to conform to. If you are going to ask me personal questions do you mind if I ask you one?”

We all just shrugged. It depended on the question.

He obviously took that as permission granted. “If you are all lesbians travelling together, are you in a relationship with each other?”

“Not exactly, more friends with benefits,” I answered.

“He deserves more than that,” Ellie decided. “We are good enough friends to be together but we don't quite fit with what we like, physically. I like to watch and be watched.” Ellie then blushed furiously.

“Sarah and I are too dominant to be more than occasional lovers,” I admitted.

“Do you understand about dominance and submission?” Sarah asked him.

“I think so,” he replied.

“Are you submissive?” I asked.

“I don't think so. It's like the whole concept doesn't quite fit me. I don't like pain. It is a complete turn off and I have no desire to order anyone around,” he responded.

“And if I was to order you to do something?” I questioned.

“I think it would depend on what it was and your reasons for it. Take the balaclava comment I made earlier. Even if it caused me discomfort, if it made Sarah feel better, I wouldn't mind wearing it. If, on the other hand, she wanted me to wear it to make me look silly and humiliate me then I wouldn't wear it. Likewise, if you asked me to do something sexually because it would give you pleasure, there is a good chance I would be happy to comply.”

I was quite impressed with his reply, especially considering how much alcohol he had consumed, but I guess we wouldn't be having this conversation if we hadn't done the tequila shots.

“What if I tied you up and forced you to have multiple orgasms?” Sarah quizzed with a dreamy lusty smile.

“First of all, I would be impressed since it is pretty tough for a guy to have multiple orgasms. Generally, if my having pleasure clearly pleased my partner I would be fine with it, but I would need to know that they were enjoying themselves or I think I would lose my lust.”

Ellie sighed, clearly picturing the scene Sarah described. “I wish you were a girl,” she said.

That was when it hit me almost like one of those cartoon light bulbs blinking on. Drew was female, his body didn't matter. That wasn't who he was. He was a she. And that changed everything.

Going to sleep that night was a disaster. We let Sarah decide as she was the most uncomfortable with a male presence. I wanted to tell her of my epiphany, without Drew overhearing, which is really tricky in the RV. I thought it might put her mind to rest, at least a little bit, but I never got the chance. Sarah decided on the old, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, so Ellie was in her usual single bed on her own, Drew was on the outside of the double bed facing away, Sarah was spooning him and I was behind her.

Ellie had a good night's sleep, but she was the only one. I could feel Sarah staying tense for ages and I was woken later by the sounds of Drew crying. We all tried to stick it out. That meant to me, we all desperately wanted this to work. In the morning, when we sat around the table having a toast breakfast Drew brought up the elephant in the room. We were all looking tired and depressed.

“Thank you all. When I felt all alone in the world and needed a friend, you all appeared, like some kind of miracle. I love the idea of staying with you, but I think we are going to have to accept that it just isn't going to work. If you don't mind me borrowing the laptop, Sarah, I will book a flight to New York and a hotel.”

“NO!” I said loudly, bringing shocked faces from them all. “We are not giving up that easily. Drew has said he is very accommodating, so we just have to work out how to fix this.”

“I'm not sure this can be fixed,” Drew said quietly. “I'm still grieving and I can't promise that I won't wake up crying.”

“I don't think any of us mind that. Being there for you when you need me, makes me feel good. I would hate the idea of you going through that alone,” Sarah admitted. “The only time I fell asleep was after I had comforted you from your distress.”

Drew reached across and stroked Sarah's hand. “Thank you. You did make me feel better. Even if you can accept that, I can't magically change into a girl at night and I know Sarah was not able to relax knowing I was in the same bed.”

“You don't need magic, just good props,” I said, thinking aloud. “The question is just how accommodating are you willing to be.” I turned to Drew to look seriously in his eyes, “let's imagine I could do magic, would you be willing to be changed into a girl, every evening for the next three or so weeks?”

“No one else would know, just you three?” Drew clarified. I nodded. He paused to think about it with due consideration, knowing that there was a serious element to this. “I don't think I would mind.”

I turned to Sarah. “And if Drew was to become a woman every evening, do you think you would have any issues?” I asked her.

She snorted. “Of course not.”

“Right. I need to take Drew shopping.” I smiled at Drew which for some reason seemed to unnerve him a bit. Oh Well.

I did some internet searches first. I was not a local to the area and I had never needed to buy the items I was looking for before. I found that most of the stuff I was looking for tended to be ordered online and required certain measurements. I found one that was based in Phoenix, so I gave them a ring and we were in business. I didn't really want Sarah involved until later so I dropped her and Ellie off at a mall where we would join them later. Drew did need to buy some more clothes anyway.

Once they were gone, I explained to Drew what my intentions were. Having worked in theatre I was well aware of the different ways to change the body to create almost magical appearances. In this case, nothing too fantastical was required. His body needed to both look and feel like a natural woman, but only to casual inspection. I didn't need to teach him to walk like a woman, how to wear heels, sit properly, put on makeup or any of the hundreds of things that women do differently than men.

First, he was going for a full-body wax, then he was going to be fitted for silicone breasts and a silicone vagina. It would need to be glued on, but, and I checked, you could use temporary glue or longer-lasting glue. With the temporary glue, it could be easily removed the next morning and reapplied each evening. We would buy a few nighties and spray him with some perfume and I reassured him Sarah would sleep fine. What I didn't tell him was that part of the reason that I thought Sarah would be fine was because I was going to tell her that I thought he really was a girl. Emotionally female, female brain, in fact, female in every way except his physical body. The intriguing thought was how he could be unaware of this fact.

I didn't doubt my conclusions. I had been playing a little game, like deliberately wearing a top that didn't quite match my skirt and asked his opinion. He immediately suggested changing my outfit since it wasn't quite right. With my internet searching, I found a heap of questions that tended to differentiate between men and women. I threw a few of those questions to Drew and he always picked the female answers. That evening I intended to pretend I was doing a questionnaire from Cosmopolitan and get everyone's answers. I had a feeling Drew would be more female than Sarah.

That, in combination with a transformed Drew, would be more than enough for Sarah to calm her fears. The only question was whether Drew would be willing to do this, so before we spent any money, I wanted Drew to be aware of the whole, waxing and wearing silicone parts elements. He was more thoughtful than shocked since he had half guessed what I had in mind. Once he agreed it was all steam ahead.

Chapter 2

I managed to get Drew in for a full-body wax at the first beauty salon on my list. I was curious as to how he was going to react. He obviously looked like a guy and was entering a traditionally female establishment to get a procedure that was usually only done on women. I know times are changing and some guys have various areas waxed, but Drew had told me that he never had. He was a bit worried about the pain and was understandably nervous.

I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze to try and reassure him when I felt he needed support. He was a curious mix of someone who liked and needed support but had learnt to cope without. So I could see his worry as well as his bravery to deal with it. I didn't go in the room with him, mainly because I thought that would make him uncomfortable. I felt like a mum who's kid had gone to school and was waiting anxiously for him to finish and see how his experience was.

We did have a shower in the RV, but in the confined space shaving was going to be awkward, so all of us girls had decided to wax instead. Since Drew had more hair than us, if he was going to shave he would have to do it frequently, so waxing was a much better idea. His face couldn't be treated that way. I asked him to shave that morning and fortunately, Sarah had brought her supplies. In the future, I suggested that he shaved his face every evening so he would be as smooth as possible for the night.

He had used the internet to put about a thousand dollars into my account. He asked me to watch him do it because it would take a couple of days to hit my account. I wasn't bothered about spending the money, but I think he needed to know that he was paying for it.

He came out with red eyes suggesting that he had been crying. I wasn't sure if that was from the pain or if someone had triggered his grief. I paid the bill and quizzed him. It turns out it was the combination. It was a painful experience and to take his mind off it, the therapist tried talking to him and engaging him in conversation. In his situation, even innocent questions can remind him of what he has lost. Once he started crying the lady stopped the inquisition and just got the job done. This allowed him to get control of himself although he admitted feeling embarrassed.

Next stop was a suburban house selling breast forms and other silicone enhancements. We discussed on route how much help he wanted me to be. He weighed the embarrassment of near nakedness versus getting help each night to make it look right. From my understanding, you could apply these forms on your own, but it was easier if you had help to make sure they were placed correctly.

I reminded him that I was a lesbian and that his male bits did not interest me at all. What I didn't say was that I had no idea how I would react when his male bits were hidden by a false vagina and he had a pair of breasts. He nervously wanted my help. He even asked my opinion on what breasts to choose. He thought he should go for the smallest available that fit him, which was a B cup. I have always had a thing about breasts. Apparently, my fascination included false ones, so I had a great time making him hold against him different sizes and shapes. I decided the D cup were the right ones for him with a semi-erect nipple.

I thought Drew was a kind of submissive. Easy going without being a doormat, but definitely a submissive and, to be honest, even though I knew he wanted the smaller size, I wanted him to have the D cups. I'll admit I was a little bit domineering and told the lady we were having the D cup size despite Drew's wishes and then told him they were my treat and if he really wanted to buy another set he could buy the B cup, at which point he backed down and even softly thanked me, with a slightly puzzled voice.

It wasn't till later that I realised that I had just treated Drew like he was my girlfriend. I wasn't helping him out, I was choosing something that would give me pleasure, rather like later when I chose his nighties with Ellie and Sarah. They were doing the same thing though.

The false vagina was quite interesting. The lady helping us explained about pushing the testicles up through the hole they came down originally and then gave us some privacy to perform that act. Initially Drew tried to do it on his own with his back to me, in a sort of crouched position. He really struggled though, so, in the end, I had him laying down and I manoeuvred them back up.

I have never really been curious about men and their bits. I have always felt a strong attraction towards women and none towards men, so even when I was pretending to be straight I didn't have a boyfriend and had never touched those areas. It was a strange experience. I felt detached and clinical, but caring at the same time. I was aware that they were delicate and I needed to be careful, but they held no interest, completely unlike handling the breasts earlier.

I was watching Drew while I was feeling for the depression and pushing them up, looking for clues as to whether I was hurting him. He was looking anywhere except at me, obviously embarrassed. His penis reacted to my working on his balls so I didn't immediately call the saleswoman back in. I removed my hands from the area and pretended that I hadn't noticed, chatting about how we ended up on this road trip.

Once he had calmed down I called the lady back in and she showed how the false vagina fit. The penis went into this tube that was a part of the general structure. It meant he could still go to the toilet if he needed to, but would not be able to have any erections, it was too restrictive for that. It came with a neat triangular pubic hair bush, which helped draw the eye away from any edges that were hard to spot anyway. His skin colour was typical white which was fairly easy to match for both appliances, so it blended in really well and looked very natural.

She then had Drew lying down and showed me how to apply the glue, which we did for demonstration purposes. It was mainly about lining it up correctly and holding it still long enough for the glue to set. I would love to say that when he stood up he looked completely female, but that would be a lie. I looked him over very carefully and his body was now almost perfectly girly. Low on hip curves, but some women are like that, so it didn't stand out. It was his face that disappointed the overall picture. It wasn't very masculine, but it was enough that way to be jarring when looking at the rest of his body. The sales lady talked about wigs and makeup, which would probably be enough to help him to pass to the casual observer if he was in public.

We took Drew's measurements so that we would be able to choose appropriate nightwear and then applied the glue solvent. Drew changed back into his clothes so that we could go shopping. Even though the aim wasn't to get him to pass in public, I still wanted to get him a wig to complete the picture. We then travelled back to the Mall to meet back up with Ellie and Sarah.

Drew had no other clothes than what he was wearing and he didn't want to buy much. Still, he needed a couple of pairs of trousers a few tops and lots of underwear. After we had picked a few items for him to try on, I had Ellie wait to critique them while I pulled Sarah out of the shop for a quick chat.

“How did the transformation go?” Sarah asked.

I smiled a little secretively. “You will just have to wait and see. We do need to get him a wig to complete the picture though. I pulled you out for a slightly different discussion.” I pulled Sarah over to a bench that was outside the shop.

“Go for it,” Sarah said, trying to get me started.

I didn't just want to blurt it out, I wanted her to think about it and come to her own conclusions, which made this a difficult conversation. “I noticed something about Drew that I don't think he has noticed about himself.”

Sarah raised an elegant eyebrow.

“OK. Let me ask this question. What defines you as female?” I asked.

“What?” was Sarah's ladylike response.

“Imagine you have your eyes closed and you have no memory of your life and someone asked you are you a girl or a boy? You would automatically answer girl, right? But it is not because you have a vagina or breasts, you wouldn't know that they were there, you would just know that the way you think is the way a girl thinks. Now imagine you still have your eyes closed, but you touch your body and can feel no breasts and further down you can feel bits that belong on a boy. You're still a girl, but your body would make you think you were a boy and everyone seeing those bits would tell you 'you are a boy'.”

“Are you saying Drew is trans?” Sarah asked to confirm.

“I am pretty sure Drew thinks the same way we think. He knows he is not like other guys, he has just not made the logical leap that if he is not like other guys, maybe he isn't a guy at all. OK, another question. You let Drew hug you. We both know that he was acting out of beautiful intentions. He saw you hurting and couldn't stop himself from reacting in a nurturing way. But, you don't let guys hug you, period. What were you thinking? What was going through your mind?”

“I didn't really think,” Sarah said with a sigh. “It is not about thinking it is about feeling. I don't see a guy getting close to me and think 'that is a guy, I need to be careful or he might rape me'. I just see a guy and feel fear closely followed by anger.”

“And with Drew?” I prompted.

“He doesn't seem to trigger my response. You are saying that is because he isn't really a guy. What about at night? I couldn't relax.”

“You tell me. Was that because you were feeling threatened or were you just thinking too much. In fact, don't tell me. I just want you to think about it. I am going to do a brief gender questionnaire tonight, pretending it is from Cosmopolitan about who will make the best lover. It is not going to be definitive, but I bet you his score will show he is female. There is something else I want you to think about. You know, when we have had a few drinks and we have talked about our ideal partner do you remember what we came up with? We both wanted the same thing, so I remember.” I looked at Sarah seriously.

“Er, yeah. I think it was kind-hearted, someone who likes being looked after but independent, loving, giving, submissive. Did I miss anything?”

“Don't forget delicate and I think we agreed to big breasts,” I reminded her.

“I think the big breasts was all you. And?” Sarah quizzed.

“How would you describe Drew? Don't answer, just something to think about.”

Chapter 3

Finding the right clothes for Drew was surprisingly difficult. I don't know whether it was because subconsciously I thought of him as a girl and my conversation with Sarah may have put similar thoughts in her head. Anyway, finding items that we all agreed on was an infrequent occurrence. It didn't help that he was not particularly forceful with his opinions and wanted to be lead by a female committee of fashionistas who couldn't make up their minds.

On the downside that meant he didn't have a lot of clothes and would have to frequently use the laundry service provided, at a cost, by the tour company. On the upside, it would give us an excuse to take him shopping again.

We couldn't waste any more time though as we needed to get driving. The next stop on the tour was Wichita which was over a thousand miles away so we had two days to get there. We had organised a stop in Santa Fe which was still quite a drive from Phoenix. We swapped drivers every couple of hours or when one of us was getting tired. Drew offered to take a turn, but his licence was in his missing backpack so we didn't want to risk it or change the insurance.

The person who was next due to drive usually rested and the other two stayed with the driver or rested as well. Drew tried to stay with us, but we had the radio on and a song by Pink called Family Portrait came on and it triggered Drew's emotions, so he retreated to cry in bed and since I wasn't driving at the time I joined him to give him a cuddle.

I had only known Drew for a couple of days and yet I already cared for him. I felt frustrated that there was nothing I could do to make him feel better. I hope the cuddles and touches that we all gave him helped a little bit, but it felt so tiny compared to the size of his heartache. I wondered if it would be healthy if we could get him to talk about it, but I think he needed a bit of time first. At the moment anything that reminded him of his loss brought on a crying fit where he was in no condition to talk about anything.

By the time we arrived, it was really late and we were all tired. There was also a slight air of anticipation as Sarah and Ellie hadn't seen Drew's transformation yet. I had them both sit in the front while Drew first shaved his face and then I prepared him for the night. I helped him get tucked away and glued down and applied the wig we had bought.

He hadn't gone into the lingerie shop with us when we had bought his nighties so its sexiness was a complete surprise to him. I don't know exactly why we only bought sexy nightwear for Drew, but I knew that I could get him to wear it. He held it up in his hands and looked at me with a question mark in his eyes.

I looked at him with authority, knowing that he was going to do what I wanted and getting a thrill from dominating him. “I chose the most feminine items I could. Don't forget what we are trying to achieve here,” I informed him.

He paused, thinking about it, then shrugged his shoulder and let me help him slip on a baby doll nightie. That's when I realised that we had forgotten that he would need female underwear at night. He tried putting his boxers on but it looked ridiculous. Maybe I was being a bit naughty, but I told him that most women don't bother with underwear when they wear a nightie and told him to remove his underpants.

When I went to tell Sarah and Ellie that Drew had left and Gabi had joined us for the night, I told them about the lack of panties and that I had told innocent Gabi that you don't normally wear panties to bed when you have a nightie. They both giggled and we made a pact to do the same.

Drew is a relatively gender-neutral name and could refer to a girl, but I wanted Sarah to get the idea that there were no men in the RV so tried to phrase it that way. It was a spur of the moment decision, so Drew had no contribution to his new name and the dominant part of my personality smiled internally, liking the idea that I had named her. Almost in a possessive claiming kind of way, although I was prepared to share with the sisters of my heart.

Gabi was facing away, lying on her side when we came back in.

“Here she is, the beautiful Gabi,” I announced so that I could inform Gabi of her new name. I saw her tense in surprise, followed by a deliberate, controlled relaxation.

Sarah went into the bathroom to get changed. Ellie and I changed in the bedroom. Gabi was facing away and never peeked, but I had seen the whole of her and didn't feel self-conscious anymore. I think Ellie wanted Gabi to turn and look since she paused when completely naked, pretending to take her time choosing her nightwear. If I get Gabi alone sometime tomorrow I will suggest that she observe us getting changed when she is in her Gabi form. It would give Ellie a thrill and for some reason, the idea appealed to me as well. I'm not usually such an exhibitionist, but Gabi was pressing some of my kinky buttons. It would also show her that both of us were wearing nighties with no panties.

Sarah came out of the bathroom and got in behind Gabi and snuggled up. I joined the pile while Ellie stood for a few moments to admire the view before moving off to the single bed. This night was a complete contrast to the previous one. Maybe it was because we were all tired, Gabi from expressing her emotions and the rest of us from driving. So I didn't want to presume that we had solved the issue, but it certainly looked hopeful. Sarah showed no sign of tension and Gabi didn't wake up in the night. Or at least, if she did, she didn't wake me.

We were all quite cheery in the morning with the belief that this could really work. Gabi went straight to the bathroom in the morning and came out as Drew. I couldn't help feeling some disappointment although I tried not to show it on my face.

After breakfast we headed off to Wichita as quickly as possible, eager to get the long drive out of the way. During the journey, I managed to get everyone to do the gender questionnaire. I announced the score, telling Drew that it was a measure of how good a lover he was going to be, which from a lesbian point of view was at least somewhat truthful.

As expected we all showed as being female. Ellie was the most female followed by Drew then me and Sarah was the least female. I had managed to tell Ellie of my suspicions regarding Drew during our argumentative shopping trip and I don't think either Ellie or Sarah were surprised by that result. I think most of us go through life with blinkers on and when someone removes them your thoughts have a different context to see the world. Once I had put the idea in their heads, everything they saw about Drew was put through the 'is he a she' filter. I also saw them testing him a few times.

Although legally none of us are of an age to consume alcohol, that never stopped Sarah and she has a fake id that she uses to get supplies. She also looks old enough, which helps. She offered to get some beer for Drew. I know lots of women like beer, but the stereotype is against that image. Drew told her he didn't like the taste. I smiled during the conversation knowing what she was doing.

Ellie quizzed him on sporting activity and found that he was not interested in either playing or watching any sport. He knew about them and could talk about the most popular English sports, but there was no interest and the topic clearly didn't interest him.

After my epiphany about Drew's gender, I had been doing some research when I felt I could. Mainly times when I thought Drew would not be able to look over my shoulder. Everything about Drew's behaviour was confirming the idea that he was transgender and I now was pretty sure that I had convinced Ellie and Sarah about my conclusions.

The next question was, do we say anything to Drew. Do we say nothing but encourage some subtle or, considering that I had already convinced him to wear a vagina and breasts each night, some not so subtle feminisation. I didn't want to hurt him and he had enough emotional issues to deal with at the moment, that I didn't want to add to his load. On the other hand, would he be more stable and better off facing this truth? Plus we only had three and a bit more weeks with him before he was potentially out of our lives forever. I hated that thought. He wouldn't be over his grief in that time and if he left us he would have no one, and I think he was going to have to return if only to sort out all the legal issues.

Whether to speak to Drew about his gender issues was too big a decision to make on my own. I was looking forward to going to the concert because there would be moments when it would just be the three of us and we could decide what we should do, without Drew knowing.

Chapter 4

Drew's POV

I had to sit in the front as the girls got themselves ready for another concert. It was a strange contrast to how they acted after I had dressed female. I sort of understood it, as they were completely uninterested in my male body. I did get the impression that they were almost flaunting their bodies after my transformation. Buffy had even told me that I shouldn't look away when they were getting changed when I was also female.

I looked back over the last couple of days with a smile. What a strange road my life was now travelling. Not that I was complaining. My only real issue was that I found all my travelling companions very attractive. Each in different ways. To some extent, I appreciated wearing my silicone vagina as it also acted as an erection suppressant.

When Sarah spooned me at night I felt protected, safe and even cared for. Strangely I also felt a bit feminine, almost as if I was a real girl, and that feeling was compounded by feeling the weights on my chest and feeling an absence between my thighs. That feminine feeling thrilled me giving me a weird internal satisfaction.

On the face of it, nothing that I had done was against my principals and I had certainly not been forced into it. I wasn't hurting anyone and in fact, by going along with the girls' suggestions, I was helping them to feel more at ease. This was mainly aimed at Sarah, and after she had managed to find the courage to explain why men affected her, I could hardly refuse. I mean apart from the hair removal, which most women have experienced at one time or another, all I was doing was putting on a few bits of fake flesh and wearing different nightwear. That is what my logical mind was saying. Psychologically, how the breasts and vagina were affecting me was a different story. For some unknown reason, I felt different, almost like I was expressing another part of my personality. I felt more submissive, more emotional, more female and I don't know why, but I liked the feeling. Having a female name given to me, only seemed to enhance this feeling of being mentally transformed or maybe released. Like I had a hidden aspect to my personality that I never knew about and becoming Gabi brought it out.

Sarah wasn't the only one who appreciated my transformation. When I was Gabi, Sarah fairly obviously relaxed and even stroked my body in a slightly sexy, possessive way. Buffy and Ellie also seemed to treat me differently. Despite knowing what I really was, they all started treating like I was a real girl. I think they even flirted with me a little and Buffy was encouraging me to flirt with them, too.

It was very confusing and under other circumstances, I might have run away from my feelings. I felt this could be a dangerous road to travel with no knowledge of my destination or the route I was going to take. The reality was this was a wonderful distraction and concentrating on what I was doing and how it was making me feel, helped me not think thoughts that reminded me of what had happened to my family. My mantra to myself was if it didn't harm anyone else, made others feel better and made me feel either neutral or good, then it was alright. Right now I didn't want to make decisions and was enjoying other people leading so that all I had to do was follow.

Once they were all ready to go, I was allowed back into the main area. I complimented them all on looking amazing and wished them a great time. They all smiled, gave me brief hugs and left to have some fun. I contemplated the idea of going online and buying a ticket to one of the shows so that I could enjoy it with them, but I was familiar with the music. I liked the High Notes music, and although I didn't mind The Bleeding Heart Boys music, it was full of sad songs that were likely to get me in the wrong mood.

Judging by how long they were gone last time, I had quite a bit of time to be by myself. I didn't want to check the news or look at anything that might set me off, so I started playing solitaire on my phone.

I think I had been playing for a couple of hours when there was a knock at my door. I opened it cautiously, completely unsure of who would be there. Two very attractive women, probably in their mid-twenties stood there smiling at me. One was blonde, but I think it was dyed as her eyebrows were a dark brown and the other was a brunette. They were both quite tall and were dressed casually, but I would guess expensive casual, makeup perfect and hair like they had just come out a salon. Their appearance made me think they were models.

“Hello,” I said with an uncertain voice.

“Are you Drew?” the blonde asked. “Aaron has told us so much about you.”

“That's err...interesting. I don't know Aaron very well,” I replied.

They both laughed. “He told us that we can no longer call him Casanova since you deserve the title more than him. Dating three girls at the same time,” the blonde continued.

“I wouldn't call myself Casanova.”

“What would you call yourself?” the brunette asked.

“Lucky, I guess. I prefer Drew though. And you are?”

They both laughed. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Bonny,” the blonde answered.

“And I'm Chloe,” the brunette added.

“We're Billy and Ethan's better halves,” Bonny finished with a smile.

“Nice to meet you,” I responded.

“While the boys are playing and fulfilling their obligations with their fans, we tend to meet up with Lisa for tea and biscuits. When we heard Aaron talking about you staying in the RV while your girls are at the concert, we thought you might like to join us,” Bonny explained.

“Plus we were dead curious about you after what Aaron said,” Chloe admitted.

I thought for a moment. The girls wouldn't be back for ages so it sounded like a great idea. “That sounds great.” I smiled at them, grabbed a key and locked up.

They led me to three large RVs that had been parked so as to leave a relatively private area in the middle. I noticed the presence of some security guys around the area. They looked me over carefully but didn't approach.

There was a table outside with chairs around it and lots of extras, so I think they were used to more people being there. Sitting at the table was another lady, who had a pram beside her. She was obviously beautiful, but also a bit tired and dishevelled. On the table was a spread of sandwiches, brownies and a few dips with carrot sticks next to them.

Bonny led us straight to the new mother. “Hi Lisa, this is Drew, Drew, Lisa,” she said introducing us.

Lisa didn't get up from the table, but she did offer her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lisa,” I said, shaking her hand gently.

“The infamous Drew,” Lisa remarked with a smile. “Take a seat and tell us everything. How did you end up dating three women who were all happy to share?”

“It's not how you think,” was my immediate answer. Then I realised I had to be careful exactly what I said. I needed to let them assume we were having a relationship that would keep Aaron off our backs. I took my time taking a seat to gather my thoughts.

“Then tell us how it is,” Chloe requested.

I looked around. We were all sitting down and they were paying me very close attention. “I think the best way to explain this is to talk about wolf packs.”

“Wolf packs?” Lisa queried.

“Yes, wolf packs. I imagine all the boys are what would be called alphas. Dominant, take charge kind of guys, right?”

Lisa and Chloe nodded.

Bonny thought about it. “Billy is no more dominant than I am, but I get your point.”

“So when Aaron thinks about it, he imagines himself in my place as an alpha male, dominating three submissive females. I'm exaggerating, although judging by Aaron's attitude when I met him, I don't think by much. And that is not our reality at all.”

“So how is it?” Lisa prompted.

“Please don't tell Aaron, because at the moment, in his mind, I am a bigger alpha male than him, so he will leave my girls alone, if he finds out the truth, he may start bothering them again.”

“Two things. What is the truth then and Aaron was bothering them?” Bonny asked a bit disturbed.

“I don't know Aaron very well, but from what I have been told, he was behaving like a dog in heat and not taking no for an answer. For example, when Buffy told him that she was seeing someone, he responded that I wasn't present so she should forget about me and be with him.”

“Aaron really is not a bad guy. He is a bit of a horn dog or at least he has been. From what Damon was telling me, he wanted to find someone to go steady with and settle down, he just hasn't found the right person,” Lisa explained.

“We can talk to Aaron and get him to back off.” Bonny waved her hands as if that was beside the point. “What truth do you not want him to find out?”

I took a deep breath. “Ellie, Buffy and Sarah, especially Buffy and Sarah, well, they are the alphas and I am the omega. I'm happy following their direction, not them following mine. I couldn't imagine three people less suited to Aaron, if he keeps going after them, sparks will fly. I don't want Aaron to find out, because some alpha men take that as a challenge.”

“Oh. And you don't mind being omega?” Chloe asked quietly.

“Why should I mind? They have not asked me to do anything I haven't wanted to. And I don't see why I should tell them what to do. They know what they want and are not afraid to ask for it. I find that very attractive.”

“Are you one of those guys who like to be whipped and treated like a slave?” Bonny asked.

“Bonny! Don't you think that is a bit personal,” Lisa admonished.

“We are all thinking it,” Bonny muttered unrepentantly.

I laughed. “I don't mind answering, but maybe after this question, we should change the subject. No, I am not interested in pain or humiliation. Instead of thinking about it as some weird kinky extreme, it would be more accurate to imagine that I am the wife and they are the husbands.” Even just saying that felt weird. “That doesn't mean fifty shades of grey type material, any more than I should assume that is going on in your bedrooms.”

There was a pause while they considered my words. I deliberately mentioned their bedrooms as I don't think any of them would like us to discuss their love life in the kind of detail that they were inquiring about mine.

“Changing the subject,” Lisa began, “how much of the tour are you staying on. Aaron asked Trish and told us that you weren't supposed to be with the girls at all.”

Just then the baby started crying.

“How can you be hungry now? I only fed you an hour ago,” Lisa said with exasperation. I think Lisa had gone past the 'she's so cute' to the 'please let me have some sleep' phase.

“Umm... Lisa. Can I try something?” I asked, coming around to Lisa who was taking baby Mia out of the pram.

“What do you want to try?” Lisa asked, worried about handing over her precious bundle to a stranger.

“I used to do a lot of babysitting, I have a real knack with babies. She sounds to me like she has wind, not that she is hungry. If you listen carefully, she makes slightly different cries for her different needs,” I explained.

Lisa cautiously handed her over, watching me like a hawk.

I placed Mia on my shoulder, bouncing her gently and rubbing her back. I have a certain voice I have always used with the babies that I looked after. I called it my sweet voice. In my sweet voice, I started telling Mia how beautiful she was and what a wonderful baby she was and so on. She calmed down, but still seemed upset and then after a couple of minutes of persevering with my technique a loud burp was heard by us all. She settled pretty rapidly after that. I handed her back and she soon fell asleep in Lisa's arms.

Chapter 5

Aaron's POV

I can't deny, I was feeling a little bit frustrated. The concert went great and I was feeling really pumped. It was in the after-party where we met our diehard fans that everything started going downhill. All my friends were starting to settle down, either in a steady relationship or married with kids.

These tours used to be great for picking up willing women, a different one each night. I was wondering what the big deal was about having the same woman every night and even going so far as to swear before God to never have a different one again. It seemed crazy and yet my bandmates were telling me that I was the crazy one.

When Noah from High Notes asked if his eighteen-year-old sister could follow the tour with two other eighteen-year-old girls, I argued for an exemption to our usual policy. Normally it would be an automatic no, but I was sure I could hook up with one of them and see what it was like to have the same girl for at least a month.

That plan fell apart pretty quickly and all because of a pipsqueak of a man. Not even a man, more a pretty boy who, if I had met him in the street would have presumed was gay. I had thought they were playing an elaborate joke on me, especially since I knew Trish had not given permission for anyone other than the three girls. Then I met the little fart and couldn't believe my eyes. I could have spoken to Trish and got him removed, but that felt petty and would not endear me to the girls.

Having given up, at least temporarily, on my first plan, I thought I would go back to my usual habits and pick up a different groupie each night. I had to be a bit more careful now since my bandmates all had their girlfriends with them and did not appreciate random girls around them, especially now that Mia was around. The problem was my mind was fixated on Buffy. She was really curvy with big tits and a beautiful arse, her face wasn't bad to look at either. She also had this confident swagger that emphasised all her assets. I kept comparing all the groupies to her and found them wanting. We had already started the tour and I hadn't had sex yet. That was like a record for me and not one I wanted to continue.

Our part of the show finished by around eight-thirty and the after-party went on till midnight, but our obligation was to be there until ten. Damon, Billy and Ethan all left as soon as they could so that they could spend some time with their partners before turning in. So far I had been following them like a sad muppet. I was handsome, rich and a rock star, how could this be happening to me?

I wondered why Buffy and her friends were following us since I knew their RV was not parked anywhere near ours. The answer became obvious when we moved around my RV that was placed to block the public from viewing a private space in the middle. There were Lisa, Bonny and Chloe laughing their heads off with the little fart in the middle telling them a story.

I felt a spike of anger, almost like the little fart was challenging me in some way and winning. I felt a need to fight back and then the little fart gave me an opportunity. They hadn't seen us yet and he was gesturing wildly and very expressively, but one hand was touching Lisa's shoulder.

I turned to Damon. “Look out, man, someone is making a move on your girl,” I told him. If Damon has any problem it is jealousy. It takes very little to get him worried that someone is after his love and the man is built like a brick.

Finally, the girls and it noticed us. Lisa's face lit up seeing Damon, so I thought my ruse was sunk, but she enthusiastically introduced the little fart.

“Damon you've got to met Drew,” she said. All of them had got up from the table. Bonny and Chloe went to hug their guys and Lisa was pulling Drew towards Damon, who was looking on with a very stern face.

“Nice to meet you, Damon,” Drew said pleasantly, offering his hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you too,” Damon said between clenched teeth as he took Drew's hand.

Rather than a quick shake and let go, Damon held on and Drew's face went from pleasant smile to puzzled face to a pain-filled one. He then let out an involuntary yelp of pain and finally, Damon let go.

Drew went to his knees holding his hand with his other hand, tears leaking down his face, looking up with a pitiful 'why?' on his face. I couldn't help myself, I laughed out loud.

Damon was then hit from the side by an enraged Buffy who shouted 'get away from him arsehole.'

Lisa slapped Damon on the cheek and started ripping him a new arsehole. I'm pretty sure I wasn't going to be the only one sleeping alone tonight.

I felt a jab in my side. “Not cool, dude, not cool,” Ethan said, walking past me with Chloe looking at me like I was dirt.

Drew's three girls surrounded him and took him back to their RV.

I decided to get the hell out of there and went back to my RV as well. I felt a bit confused. Somehow I felt I had won a battle, but by winning the battle, I had lost the war. I had felt satisfaction when the little fart had got hurt, but almost like I had just kicked a puppy, I felt this sickening sensation inside me.

I would have a chat with Trish tomorrow. I think it would be best if I got them kicked off the tour. I know it would piss off a few people, but it was messing with my head and that was not good.

Half an hour later, someone was knocking on my door. I opened the door to find Damon looking a bit sheepish.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked me.

“Yeah. In the doghouse, I guess.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.”

“Sorry, mate. For some reason, that guy gets to me. I'm going to speak to Trish tomorrow and get them off the tour.” Damon knew I had provoked him and I knew I was in the wrong. “I'll speak to Lisa tomorrow and tell her that I stirred the shit. I'll try and get you out of the doghouse.”

“Getting rid of Drew is going to get me in even more trouble. If you want to get me out of the doghouse, you need to apologise to Drew. That kid is like a baby whisperer or something. He was like the answer to Lisa's prayers and I have just alienated him. I'm going to be doing some big-time grovelling tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Damon just nodded. “Fuck,” I whispered.

There went my plans of getting rid of them. If anything they were going to be even more entangled with me than before. Maybe I needed to see a therapist. I don't think it was jealousy but something about them stirred negative shit up and highlighted some darkness in my soul. At least I can redirect my desire to hurt Drew into practical jokes. That could satisfy my dark urge without causing harm. Something to think about.

Chapter 6

Buffy's POV

I couldn't believe that arsehole. I saw it all. Drew was happy and considering he had so much to be sad about at the moment, that was a fricking miracle. And then that Neanderthal tried to crush his hand in some weird male dominance stupidity. I considered myself a dom, but this display reinforced my belief that dom and sub behaviour had nothing to do with gender because that was some male shit that I was never going to understand.

Clearly Drew didn't understand it either. You could tell by the look on his face. We were here to support High Notes, not The Bleeding Heart Boys and more importantly, Noah, Ellie's brother, but with two members of The Bleeding Heart Boys behaving like idiots, I was seriously reconsidering my holiday plans. Maybe we would be better off doing some touristy stuff. You don't get an opportunity to follow a big tour like this very often, but it wasn't the fun and giggles I was expecting. I would discuss it with the girls and see what they thought.

When we got back to the RV Ellie examined Drew's hand. He could move all his fingers and hadn't lost any touch sensation, but it was painful for him to use his hand. We put a few ice cubes in a bowl of water and had him hold his hand in it to try and give him some pain relief. Sarah tried to get him to have some painkillers but Drew explained that he did not react well to them, so we resorted to the old fashioned form of pain relief, alcohol.

First, we all got ready for bed. We fussed over Drew trying to do everything for him and so that he had to move as little as possible. Sarah helped this time to put his silicone enhancements on and I showed her how to line it up to keep them in the right places. Drew didn't need the ice this time to keep himself small enough to fit into the vagina. I think pain really is a mood killer for him/her. Then we dressed him in the naughtiest nightie that we bought him. It was a light pink baby doll that barely covered his bottom and was partially see-through. I dressed in a matching version but in light purple. I was hoping we could distract him from the pain and judging by the look in his eyes I knew it was working. He had tried to look away, but I pulled his head around and lifted his chin up so he was forced to either look or close his eyes. He looked. Or maybe I should say she looked, Gabi was with us again.

As if I had set a challenge, Ellie put on some very sexy white lace underwear and nothing else and Sarah wore an imitation corset type thing in black lace with red edging. I think we were all drooling. Ellie made sure to get changed in front of Gabi, deliberately including delayed moments of nudity with full unnecessary bends to pick up her discarded clothing from the floor. I could see that she was enjoying giving us a show, her breath was audible and her nipples were standing proud, visible through the bra.

Sarah didn't go to the bathroom to get changed, but at the same time, didn't give us a show. She was quick to cover up so I knew she was still a little uncomfortable, but bravely fighting through it.

The air was quite charged as we gathered to sit around the table. I had wanted to distract Gabi from the pain and ended up distracting all of us. I was sitting opposite her and couldn't help using my feet to occasionally stroke her leg.

Rather than just drinking the tequila shots, we decided to play truth or dare, with shots between each round. We knew each other really well, but very little about Gabi and she knew very little about us, so it was only going to be Gabi asking each of us and us asking her.

We all clinked the shot glasses and started the game.

“How did you all meet?” was Gabi's first question.

“I'll take this one,” I answered. “We all went to the same high school. You know what happened to Sarah so you are probably not surprised that the table she sat at for lunch had no guys present. She would chase them away and eventually the table was labelled Dyke Corner. When Ellie and I were caught kissing and were being labelled that way anyway we joined her and came out to our families. That about cover it?” I asked, looking at Sarah and Ellie, who nodded. “I'll start the first question. You don't have to go into great detail, but I need to know that we aren't err... damaging you. We are feminising you, just a bit and only at night, but still, are you really OK with it?”

Gabi looked down shyly and after only a brief pause, nodded her head. She then looked up briefly with a slight smile on her face. “Do you mind telling me about your families reaction when you came out?” she asked a little uncertainly.

“My dad is a lawyer and my mom is a judge,” Sarah answered. “I went through a lot of therapy after my rape and it didn't help when the defender tried to attack me personally and make me out to be a slut or a whore. I think I was probably bisexual before although my main interest was men. After, I struggle to take any physical contact from a man, even dad. My father is a bit heartbroken and blames himself. It doesn't help that the man who attacked me was a friend of his. When I told them that I was a lesbian, I think they were relieved more than anything. All they want is for me to be happy and that was never going to happen with a guy.”

“Ellie do you want to go next?” I asked.

“Sure. My mom is a Psychologist and my dad is a cosmetic surgeon. I've been in therapy since I was small for excessive shyness. They wondered if I was autistic, but I had none of the other symptoms or behaviours. I started discussing my feelings with my therapist and she urged me to tell my parents. Mom was very understanding, of course. Dad took a bit of convincing and I am not sure, even now how he really feels about it. Mom sort of forces him to be accepting, at least.” Ellie shrugged. Not a horror story, but I've met her dad and she is right, he looks at her with a puzzled disapproval.

“My parents were probably the most shocked. I was a popular cheerleader who even dated a few jocks. My grandfather was a big businessman worth a fortune. My dad worked for his company before he sold it and married mom almost as a business transaction. At the time it helped merge two companies together. They both have affairs that I am not supposed to notice. I was mainly brought up by nannies and none of them stayed that long as mom was always firing them if I showed them more affection than her. I knew from a young age how I felt but wanted to keep it a secret until I had received my inheritance.” Gabi reached across and started stroking my arm with her good hand, offering comfort, as if what I was saying needed it. “It wasn't that bad. I had everything I asked for.”

“But not what you needed,” Gabi said quietly. “You needed love.”

I blinked back a few tears. “Well, it taught me what I wanted and what was important.”

“That love is more important than money?” Gabi asked.

“I don't think money has anything to do with love. In our school you had to have money to go there, so we all came from well off families. I don't think money makes you more or less likely to have a good relationship. I saw rich families in both wonderful and terrible relationships. No, I want someone who doesn't want to change me, who loves me for who I am and nothing else.”

“So what happened?” Gabi asked after a hand squeeze.

“I got careless and was outed at school, which meant I had to tell my parents. My parents were initially very disapproving, worried that it might affect their social standing, but pretty soon my news was old news and they went back to not caring. My grandfather was not as understanding and at the same time, his usual manipulative self. After some time to think about it, he declared that he didn't care about my orientation, as long as I gave him an heir. So he changed his will. My allowance was stripped back. It still gives me a comfortable living, just not a lavish one. On the day I give birth, I receive my full inheritance and if I don't have a child before I am twenty-five, my inheritance goes to my cousin. Just to be fair, my cousin, Tarquin, now can't receive his unless he has a child and a paternity test to prove it is his or I receive his money. If neither of us has a child before twenty-five, the entire sum will be given to the first of us to do so after that.”

“At least he didn't require you to marry a man,” Ellie commented.

“As I said, I have learned what is important. I would love to have a child, but I don't think I would make the best mother, so I need to be in a loving relationship with someone who would love to be a mother. And if I haven't found that by the time I am twenty-five, so be it. I am not going to compromise because of money.” I paused, wanting to move onto a lighter subject. We had four shots each now and I was beginning to feel it, so I decided to joke a little. “How about you, Gabi, do you want to be a mother?” I asked with a smile.

She giggled. “I have never thought of it quite like that.” She took her time to phrase her words carefully without losing the illusion we had created. “I have always wanted to have children. I have a fascination with babies and seem to get on really well with them. I would need to be in a loving relationship first though.”

“I think you would make a great mother,” I told her, winking. “Does that count as my question, or can I ask another?”

“Ask away.”

“Alright, Gabi. How long were you planning to travel? This tour lasts for about three months in the US with a few stops in Canada, then there is a month gap before it starts again in Europe. We planned to stay with it for the US and Canada section, but considering what The Bleeding Heart Boys are like I'm not so sure that is the best idea.” I looked at Ellie and Sarah. “We can talk about that later.”

“Actually this was supposed to be the first leg of a year of travel. I finished high school a year early and the university suggested I have a gap year to get a bit more maturity before starting. After America, I was going to travel around Europe, a bit of Asia, before going to Australia and New Zealand.” Gabi smiled sadly, her face losing its enthusiasm. “Not going to happen now,” she muttered.

I decided that I needed to change the subject quickly. “Err... who do you fancy the most?”

Gabi smile changed to a more lecherous one as she looked over all of us in our present outfits.

“I didn't mean us,” I said blushing, “I meant models or actresses.”

“Dare,” she answered.

Chapter 7

Author Note// This entire chapter is a sexual scene. Not done in ridiculous detail, but what goes on is very clear. If this is going to offend you, please don't read it.

Sarah called 'shot', so we all had another round.

“That is not a dare!” The drink was starting to get to me and certain, sexy, naughty thoughts were beginning to become thoughts that I wanted to share. “The traditional dare is a kiss, so pucker up.”

“Hey, not fair!” Sarah exclaimed. “He needs to kiss all of us, right Ellie.”

Ellie was even more drunk than me. She nodded with a big smile. She does get really horny when she has had a drink and I could see her excitement through her underwear. This was turning me on even more.

“There is not enough room here, let's move it to the bedroom.” My suggestion increased the sexual tension that was already palpable and no one disagreed.

I sat Gabi, who was following our direction with a demur smile, on the bed and then climbed onto her lap, with my legs either side. I brought her in close, our breast squashing together, with my hand on the back of her head. She wasn't resisting, but I liked to control things. I paused with our lips millimetres apart, knowing that she wouldn't cross the distance until I commanded her to and glorying in my dominance.

I moved forwards as I held her head still and started by brushing my lips gently against hers and then questing with my tongue.

Time lost all meaning, so I have no idea how long I explored her mouth, and the only thing that caused me to pull away was Sarah's hand on my shoulder, pulling me gently away.

“That was so hot,” Ellie said.

I turned to look at Ellie while I gathered myself. She brazenly had a hand down her panties and the other tweaking a nipple through her bra. She did like to watch, I think more than she liked to participate.

“My turn,” Sarah said.

“One second,” I said, holding out my hand. “Gabi, was that your first kiss?” One of the things that had made the kiss so special was the hesitancy and feeling like Gabi was trying to copy what I was doing. I was so wet I could feel liquid running down my thighs.

Gabi blushed and looked down. “Yes,” she said quietly with a really sweet voice.

My pussy gave an actual clench, like a mini orgasm. I had never had that before. “Are we corrupting you? Do you want us to stop?” I had to ask. I didn't want us to regret tonight and just blame it on the alcohol.

“You are giving me opportunities to find out what I like. I never would have imagined I would enjoy feeling feminine.”

Sarah moved me off and replaced me on Gabi's lap. “I can make you feel a lot more feminine. Would you like that? How far down the rabbit hole are you prepared to go?” Sarah asked her.

I knew what Sarah had in mind and I wasn't sure that was a good idea. I was crazy turned on and drunk, but I cared for Gabi and didn't want her to get hurt. “That might be too far Sarah. If that was her first kiss, she is almost certainly a virgin.”

“I can be gentle and there are different types of virginity. She could lose one type tonight.” Sarah turned back to Gabi. “I can bring you pleasure and make you feel very feminine if you trust me. I promise I won't hurt you and if you don't like anything I am doing, you just have to tell me and I will stop immediately. Do you trust me?”

I was wondering if I should stop this. Then my drunken mind came up with the idea that if Gabi was a girl like we all agreed she was, this might help her realise that fact. We had discussed what we should do with our belief that Drew really was Gabi, or to put it another way, that Gabi was more real than Drew. Ellie had even gone so far as to call her mother and discuss it as a hypothetical situation. The answer was do nothing until they admit it themselves. Drew needed to say I am a girl, I am Gabi, and then we could help her in all ways.

Gabi looked at Sarah uncertainly. “Yes, I trust you,” she whispered.

“Get on the bed properly and go on your hands and knees,” Sarah ordered her firmly, but not unkindly.

Gabi tried to do that, but her hand hurt too much, so I slid underneath her, lying on my back to support her weight. Our breasts were again caressing each other with every bump and movement. My nightie had ridden up as I had slid down, and Sarah pulled Gabi's nightie up. My legs were straight so Gabi had put her knees on either side of my legs which lowered her pelvis to touch mine. Some weight was still taken by her knees, but I still felt a pleasant pressure, groin to groin.

I couldn't see what Sarah or Ellie was doing, although I could imagine. Ellie would be caressing herself, possibly without her clothes on any more and Sarah would be preparing to tickle Gabi's bottom. By now, Gabi was probably aware of what was going to happen and the fact that she hadn't stopped any of us was telling.

To help distract her I started kissing her again. Or at least that was my excuse. Even as lost in the kiss as I was, I knew when Sarah started as I felt Gabi tense slightly and then slowly relax. Sarah was obviously being very careful.

It was a surreal experience. I couldn't see what was happening but I could feel the effects on my body. Gabi's kiss became more passionate and she started almost panting into my mouth. There was a rocking motion causing our pelvises to bump together rhythmically. My clitoris wasn't directly being stimulated but there was a gentle pull on it with each move and it was driving me wild. Not quite enough to bring me to orgasm, but close enough for my body to start demanding that I get one.

I felt when Gabi climaxed. She withdrew her face slightly and then made a sweet moan as her body vibrated. As soon as it seemed to calm down, I pushed her to encourage her to roll off me. I was desperate for a finish and knew Sarah would be willing.

With Gabi beside me, I looked at Sarah. “Please,” I begged her. We both like to be dominant, so in order to have fun, one of us had to give over control to the other. Sarah never gave up control. Sex would only happen when I was willing to give in, like tonight.

Sarah stripped off her lingerie and carefully positioned herself on top so that when she moved we would rub our clitoris together. “You are so wet,” she exclaimed.

“Please,” I repeated.

She started grinding and I didn't take long at all, I was so worked up. Sarah had to stop and wait it out as my climax was so strong. I can't remember having a better feeling. I was relatively limp as Sarah continued to her own satisfaction. She still managed to get me off a second time. I looked across and found a naked Ellie doing the same thing to Gabi. I don't think Gabi could feel much down there with the false vagina, but Ellie obviously was in a similar position to me and needed a bit of help.

When she finished, we all just cuddled up. I tried to check how Gabi was doing, but she was pretty out of it. I didn't think there would be any regrets in the morning, though.

Chapter 8

The next morning we were all feeling worse for wear. The only thing that any of us seemed to regret was the amount of alcohol we had consumed. I'm not sure I regretted even that, as last night probably wouldn't have happened without that lubrication. So, although we had headaches we all had smiles and little touches of affection.

Gabi stayed with us until after breakfast and then returned to Drew, so I think she was becoming more comfortable en femme. I was wondering if I or either Sarah or Ellie would treat Drew differently to Gabi. The answer was a surprising no. I couldn't see Drew and not see Gabi in his eyes and even actions. I'm not sure if it was just my imagination, but his movements seemed more obviously feminine. I had noted that he was naturally graceful, but now it seemed delicate and sensual in a way men just don't move. To be fair, not many women move like that either and those who do are usually classified as girly girls. Nothing over the top and I am positive there was no intention on his part, it was completely natural and beautiful.

Besides our hangovers, Drew was also suffering from his hand injury. It had swollen significantly during the night with a very obvious bruise covering the back of the hand and was still very painful to use. Ellie was our nominated first aider with the most knowledge, although we had all done a first aid course.

“I don't think anything is broken,” Ellie said after getting Drew to move his fingers, “but I think it is best if a qualified doctor looks at it. I think our first stop is going to be the hospital. Do you have insurance?”

“I have travel insurance, but it was arranged as part of my dad's credit card perks, so I don't know if it is valid anymore. I took a picture of my travel insurance on my phone, I'll give them a ring to check.”

He fiddled with his phone, wrote down a number and then tried calling it. We could hear him go through a series of phone filters and then be put on hold. He wandered down to the front passenger seat to wait for someone to answer.

“That's the first time he has mentioned his family without breaking down,” I mentioned.

“Yeah, but the sadness returned to his eyes. I think he is getting better, but he has a long way to go. I can't imagine going through what he must be suffering through. I only hope what we are doing with him is helping and not taking advantage of him when he is vulnerable,” Ellie commented.

Sarah snorted in amusement. “I didn't hear any complaints.”

I giggled. “I think we all had fun last night. I just hope it is not a once-only event.” I turned to Ellie. “I feel pretty confident that we will know if we push him too far. He wants us to take the lead, but he is very capable of saying no.” That was my assessment, anyway.

Drew came back in looking a bit glum. “The insurance is still valid, as it was organised before and is separate to the credit card, which was valid at the time it was arranged. Unfortunately, since I am seventeen and still considered a minor, I will need a guardian to sign it for me. Which basically means I am not covered.”

“You're seventeen?” I said surprised.

“Eighteen at the end of August.”

“Could we sign for you?” Ellie asked.

“No,” Sarah answered for him, “it needs to be somebody who is a legal guardian. I have no idea how you can even arrange that in your circumstances. I do know who to ask though.”

Sarah left to phone her parents. I don't think she wanted to talk about Drew's situation in front of him in case it upset him. In the meantime, I had Drew transfer any important pictures from his phone onto the laptop, so that we had another copy, just in case.

It included pictures that were taken with his family at Disney. He cried, but smiled at the same time and pointed out all his family and what they were doing. Then it became too much for him and we put him back to bed, sandwiched between us.

We cuddled him and stroked him until he calmed down. He wasn't having the great racking sobs that we remembered from when we first met him, so I think he was getting better and it didn't take more than maybe ten minutes before he was able to get back up.

We moved back to the living area where Sarah was waiting for us.

“Good news, my mum is prepared to become your legal guardian until your eighteenth birthday. As a judge, she can cut through a lot of the crap, but you will still need to sign some papers in front of a witness. She has given me an address of a retired judge we can go and visit. She is going to fax him the documents. All we have to do is sign in front of him. He is a friend of a friend, but the closest contact that she could find. It is sort of on the way to our next destination, and we can go to the hospital after that.”

Ellie wrapped his hand in a bandage and put his arm in a sling. That was just to remind him not to use it. Then we started off to Oklahoma City. Thank goodness for sat nav.

I waited in the RV with Ellie while Sarah took Drew into the retired judge's private residence. After about twenty minutes they returned with a bunch of papers and we started off to the hospital. We were a low priority, but fortunately, it was a slow day so it didn't take too long before we were seen. They suggested an x-ray to make sure there were no fractures. That turned out negative, so it was just bruised and strained.

We arrived in Tulsa in time for dinner. There was no concert tonight, so we decided to get dressed up and take Drew out for a restaurant dinner. We parked at the venue and dressed to thrill. This time, even though Drew was not en femme, we asked him to sit on the bed and watch us get dressed.

We all put on a bit of a show for him, or at least, Ellie and I did, Sarah was still a bit reserved with Drew. We chose our sexiest underwear and slid it sensuously over our legs while watching Drew's reaction. Ellie even got him to choose between different outfits.

We really did need to buy Drew some more clothes. I think the problem last time may have been because we were looking in the wrong section. Subconsciously, none of us liked dressing him in male clothes, so we were never going to find something we liked. It did mean that he stuck out somewhat when we got out of the RV. Three ladies dressed to perfection and one guy in casual clothes.

I realised what I really wanted was Gabi to be going out with us and I had a feeling that if I was patient and didn't push too hard, that would eventually happen.

When we park the RV at the venue, we are always guided so that we are in the right place. It was only when we exited all dressed up that it became obvious that we had been reassigned. Around us were the three RV's of The Bleeding Heart Boys band. Considering what had happened the last time Drew had met them, I didn't like that at all. I wanted to be as far away from them as possible.

“Why did they position us here?” Sarah asked what I was thinking.

“Don't know, don't care. We are going to have a great night out and sort it all out tomorrow,” I declared.

“We are just going to a restaurant, aren't we?” Ellie asked. “After last night, I'm not sure I am up to a night on the town.”

“All we need for a great night is some good food and good company,” I remarked, linking arms with Drew on one side and Sarah on the other. Ellie doesn't usually like to be held like that, but this time decided that she wanted to join in and held Drew's other arm.

We picked up the uber we had organised out the front and went to the Italian we had looked up on the internet. We had a booth organised with candles for lighting and someone playing the piano in the background. Drew struggled to use his right hand, so we took it in turns to feed him. That didn't seem fair, so we fed each other as well. It was one of the most romantic meals I have ever had. To start with we pretended to be loving, with over the top intent staring into each other eyes as we fed a morsel of food and the person receiving it, acted like it was the sexiest food on earth. Licking lips, lots of tongue action and appropriate moans. We giggled, we laughed and then somehow the atmosphere changed and our actions became more natural and sincere. We couldn't stop because Drew really needed the help, so instead, we just toned it down and everything felt more heartfelt. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and there was something about Drew's liquid brown eyes that really drew us all in.

We returned to the RV smiling, comfortable with each other in a way that I can't remember ever feeling about anyone else. I admit that I am young and inexperienced, but I thought I had been in love before. Now I was beginning to think I had just been naïve. I didn't want to say it out loud. I didn't want to be the first to admit it. We all seemed to be on the same wavelength, so I don't think I was the only one to think it. I had found love and I don't think I was alone.

When you are young, before you even know your sexuality, you are inundated with images of the supposed perfect life. You find the perfect man, fall in love, have children, live happily ever after. As girls, we dream of white weddings, comforting children and believing the most important things in life are love and family. When you realise you are gay, your belief in the system becomes damaged, that perfect life is not for you and you have to redefine your happily ever after. That night I redefined it again. I wanted all of us, living together. The night before wouldn't have worked without all of us playing our part and tonight was the same. I didn't want one partner, I wanted three. But Drew was going to leave us and it would all fall apart without him, or more accurately, without Gabi. So walking back I was feeling warm with love, excited about tonight, because I was feeling loving and was hoping for some intimacy, and, at the same time, there was a hint of sorrow, knowing it all had to end at some point.

Chapter 9

I was the first to wake up the next morning. After our exhausting but very satisfying bedroom antics, we had all ended up sleeping in the one double bed. Hardly enough room for two let alone four. I woke up on my side with my arm over Sarah, reaching far enough to lie on Gabi and Ellie's arm and leg were draped over me.

Extracting myself as carefully as I could, still caused a sleepy protest from Ellie, but I put her arm on Sarah and saw her shift herself to cuddle up and put her leg over Sarah's sleeping form. I got the coffee on and then made a start on preparing breakfast. It wasn't long before everyone joined me with similar tired but happy smiles. I took careful note of Gabi as I think she was still the most fragile of us. Her smile was heartwarming in its sincerity.

We had just about finished breakfast when we had a knock on our door. Gabi jerked up at the noise and scooted off to the bathroom, presumably to change into Drew. I waited until she was out of sight before answering.

Standing in front of me was a very sheepish looking Damon. I suspect my face changed into a bit of a scowl. My feelings towards that man were extremely hostile. He had hurt Drew for no reason whatsoever.

“What do you want?” I asked curtly, trying to keep some civility to my voice.

“I came to apologise.” He looked me in the eye and then dropped his gaze like a naughty schoolboy.

“Apology not accepted,” I told him.

“Huh?”

“We had to take Drew to the hospital yesterday. His hand is bruised and swollen and we had to make sure it wasn't fractured. He still can't use it without pain. What on earth possessed you?”

Damon sighed. “I can be a jealous prick at times. I know I have no reason to be and my logical brain can agree that I shouldn't have reacted.” He scratched his chin. “You know the walls to these RV's are pretty thin, right. You guys were pretty loud last night, so I know I have nothing to worry about. Drew must be pretty exhausted to manage all three of you, and Lisa assured me that he wasn't flirting with her, just being friendly.”

I could feel the blush on my face and felt a little flustered at the thought that our activities were overheard. Last night was not the issue here, it was his behaviour with Drew. “That is no excuse,” I said, trying to get back in control of the conversation.

“No, no it isn't. I promise not to overreact again. Is Drew available? I would like to apologise to him directly and I have a gift for him, to say sorry. Lisa would like him to visit whenever he likes and has promised to give me a beating if I even look at him wrong.” Damon tried to give me a winning smile.

“Hmmm...” I was not impressed. “Wait here, I will go and check on Drew.”

I shut the door and checked that Gabi had retired and Drew was available. Then I told him what was going on and stood next to him, giving him support as he faced Damon.

Damon apologised again and offered Drew backstage passes for the rest of the tour. Drew thanked him quietly and took the passes with an uncertain look on his face.

When Damon had left I asked him, “don't you want to go to the show with us?”

He smiled gently at me. “I love the idea of being with you, but the sad songs talking about loss or missing someone would bring me down. I would be a crying mess.”

Even just talking about it I could see the sadness beginning to cloud his eyes. I cuddled him. “You don't have to go. If you would like, I can go and talk to them and explain why you won't be using it. They will understand, I'm sure.”

“Thanks,” he answered.

I got myself dressed properly, and went over to Damon and Lisa's RV. I knocked on the door. Lisa answered and immediately invited me in. Their RV was huge compared to ours and even though it only needed to cater for the two of them and baby Mia, it was crowded with baby stuff. It's amazing how something so small can take up so much space.

“I'm so sorry,” Lisa said, apologising again on behalf of Damon, “is he alright?”

“Sort of. Nothing is broken, but it is bruised and swollen. Using it is still causing him some pain. That's not what I came round for. Thank you for the backstage pass, but he is unlikely to use it.” I sighed. “Drew is going through a lot at the moment. You have probably heard about the plane that was lost going from New York to London.”

“Yeah, that was terrible. Does he know someone who was on board?” Lisa asked.

“His whole family.”

“No! That's terrible. Poor Drew. The whole family?” Lisa looked distraught.

“Parents, grandparents and sister. He doesn't know of any other relatives, so he is feeling very alone. We are all he has now. Anything that reminds him of that tends to reduce him to tears and The Bleeding Heart Boys' songs could do that, so he doesn't want to risk it.”

“Understandable. Bonny, Chloe and I will look after him while you go. Do you mind me telling them, then, hopefully, we will be less likely to set him off and if he gets upset and knows that we already understand, he won't get embarrassed,” Lisa said earnestly.

Lisa seemed a lovely person. Caring and kind with a good heart. It felt good knowing Drew would be in good hands. “Thank you, please do.”

We arranged for Drew to come round shortly after we had left for the show.

The rest of the day passed in a very relaxed way. It was laundry day and Drew didn't have many clothes, but he needed it all washed so everything except what he was wearing that night and the next morning was in the wash. We would get it all back the next day at the next location so it wasn't too much of an issue.

Sarah, Ellie and I wanted to support High Notes, so we all left a couple of hours before The Bleeding Heart Boys needed to go. Bonny and Chloe usually spent that time with their men, but Lisa wanted Drew to join her then as that was the time when Mia played up the most and she could do with the help. I think that was partially true, but really she just didn't want Drew to be alone when he didn't need to be. Learning that Drew was suffering emotionally had brought out the protective mother aspect of her personality, but she was wise enough to know the best way to get Drew to join her was to suggest that she needed help.

We kept Drew with us as we went through our preparations and then walked him over to Lisa when it was time to go. Outside Lisa's RV a set of tables and chairs had already been set up, with food and drink available. Lisa and Mia were already outside enjoying the good weather.

Lisa examined Drew's hand with an angry frown on her face and I knew Damon was going to be in further trouble. That didn't bother me at all. We left Drew cooing over the baby, which I found adorable, and after he gave us all a quick kiss goodbye, we headed off to the show.

Chapter 10

The show was a great one. High Notes had gotten over their nerves that was quite noticable for the first few shows, and were gelling better and better. The Bleeding Heart Boys were their usual polished selves, but in the after party I could tell that Damon was in a depressed mood. I'm guessing Lisa had ripped into him again, after seeing Drew's hand and knowing the emotional trauma that he was suffering.

On offer in the after party was beer, some kind of alcoholic punch and various soft drinks. We had been taught from a young age to never trust a drink that had already been opened, so we stuck to the soft drinks. Damon was drinking the punch and was pretty drunk by the time his obligations had passed and we all headed back to the RV's.

Again Drew seemed to be having a good time. Baby Mia was asleep in his arms. We sat down to chat and I noticed that occasionally Drew would sneak a look at Mia's face. Drew's face would express this gentle joy and his sore hand would gently stroke her forehead in affection. He would make an amazing father one day, or maybe mother. It was an expression I have seen on other women's faces but never on a man's.

Damon gestured to have a word with Drew, so Drew passed Mia back to Lisa and climbed out to see what Damon wanted. I hovered close by worried that Damon would do something else foolish. Damon did seem remorseful rather than angry, so I wasn't too worried.

“I'm so sorry man, I was an idiot, will you forgive me,” Damon said, his hand on Drew's shoulder.

“I forgive you, Damon,” Drew said quietly.

“Thanks man,” Damon said with a drunken slur and then spontaneously hugged him, forgetting that he was still holding his drink.

Drew patted his back, ignoring momentarily that he was now soaked with orange punch.

I don't think Damon realised what he had done, but Lisa did. She gave him an awkward smile and mouthed 'sorry'.

After that Drew withdrew to the RV to get changed. When he didn't re-emerge, Lisa asked me to check on him. I found him in his underwear with a rueful smile.

“I don't have any other clothes to change into. Can you apologise to Lisa, but I can't go back out there in my underwear.”

I laughed. “Give me your stained clothes to show her.”

I took the clothes and used them as a prop to explain to Lisa that Drew couldn't wear them.

“The rest of his clothes are with the laundry, so until tomorrow or these are clean, Drew is in his underwear.”

Aaron was standing close by. “I have some dry cleaning that I haven't sent out yet. Give them to me and I should be able to get them back to you tomorrow morning.”

I thought about it a second. If I gave him Drew's clothes, he really would be without anything to wear. Then I had a naughty thought.

I smiled at my thoughts and passed the clothes over to Aaron.

I called out to Ellie and Sarah and we all retired. I coralled us all into the bedroom.

“We need to be quiet, apparently our walls are paper thin and everyone knew what we were doing last night,” I mentioned with a rueful smile.

Sarah snickered, completely unashamed. Ellie blushed and Drew didn't know what to do with himself.

“We are in a bit of a predicament and have a couple of choices ahead of us,” I said.

“What predicament?” Ellie asked.

“Drew has no clothes. The majority are with the laundry service and won't be returned until we reach our next location and what he was wearing tonight is with a dry cleaning service,” I explained.

“Can't we just go out tomorrow and buy him some new ones?” Sarah asked.

“That is one of the options. Depending on what Drew wants, this could also be an opportunity. The only clothes of ours that will fit him are dresses or skirts, so our options are, have Drew hide in the RV in his underwear, leave him in the RV and go and get him some clothes or...”

“Or...?” Sarah had already twigged, I could tell by her smile, but Ellie was not sure what I was alluding to and wanted me to spell it out.

“We could spend the day with Gabi. No one here needs to know. I believe we can make Gabi very passable and it could be fun. Then we arrive an hour or so before the concert starts, pick up the laundry and everything goes back to normal,” I suggested, looking at Drew carefully, to see how he would react.

“I'm not sure,” Drew responded with a very unsure face. Not angry at the suggestion or upset, just anxious.

“Well, none of us are going to force you. This has to be your decision. I think it would be a wonderful opportunity to explore this side of yourself. You said you were enjoying your feminine side. This is a chance to see if you want to take it any further or not. No pressure,” I told Drew as sincerely as possible.

“Rubbish,” said Sarah. “You are making this far too hard. Drew, do you want to make the decision? or would you like me to decide for you? If you trust me, I will chose what I think will be best for you.”

I thought that was being a bit heavy handed. We all knew what Sarah would pick. Then I realised it was a touch of genius. Drew also knew what Sarah would decide, so if he let her decide, he was saying yes without the embarrassment of making what could be seen as a shameful choice.

I could see her strategy working immediately. The troubled look on his face disappeared. “OK, Sarah. I trust you.”

“Let's get you ready for bed, I'll sleep on it and tell you tomorrow morning,” Sarah informed him.

We stripped him down and all of us participated in gluing his silicone pieces on. Then, just because I felt like it, I started stroking him. I was stroking his tummy. I knew he wouldn't be able to feel very well through the silicone so lightly tracing the edges and his sides. Sarah joined by giving feather light kisses around his face and Ellie played with his feet. Gabi started making these cooing sounds that were so sweet.

We had only known each other for days really, but already there was something special between us. My mother met my father as a sort of arranged marriage, but I had spoken to Ellie's parents and Sarah's about romance. They both told me they knew when they had met the right person almost immediately. They just fit together in such a way that they supported each other and made their lives better, brighter, more joi de vivre. I felt that way with the four of us. Not the traditional romance and possibly even harder to find because of that. But just right for us.

Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning a little bit excited in the hopes that Gabi would be joining us. Sarah didn't say anything until we had gathered around for breakfast.

“I've decided that Gabi will be joining us today, so first order of the day is to get her ready. After we have finished breakfast we will need to go through some clothes and see what we can find that will fit her,” Sarah stated in a firm voice.

I was opposite Gabi so I could see her reaction. She took a deep breath, but otherwise seemed calm. We all ate with more enthusiasm than usual, eager to get on with the next step. When I had first proposed transforming Drew to Gabi it was to only be at night, so besides the breasts and the false vagina, we only had a wig and nightwear. No panties or bras and I had chosen the larger size breasts, so my bras were the only ones with a similar cup size, but I was much smaller in the chest. We were going to need to go shopping to buy women's underwear. In the meantime, we found a T-shirt of Sarah's that had support built in and Ellie had some panties still in a packet. I had a skirt with lots of stretch that would have to do until we found something better.

After getting dressed we spent time carefully applying makeup and getting the wig firmly attached and looking right. Gabi's body with the appliances passed very well as female. She had relatively small hands and feet, with no visible Adam's apple. There was something about the face that gave the game away. Gabi's face wasn't particularly masculine, but a combination of the dark shadow still present after a close shave, a largish nose and thick bushy eyebrows made the face come across as male.

We had to be careful with the eyebrow hair as removing it was going to be noticeable for weeks, so we plucked only enough to tidy rather than shape and thin it a little. We looked up on youtube some videos of how to de-emphasise the nose with makeup and even how to hide the five O'clock shadow. The end result was completely passable. I thought to myself that if Gabi was ever to become permanent all it would take was a nose job and hair removal. She didn't have much in the way of hips, but I've seen women with less and if she went on hormones that would soon change.

I thought it would be too much to go into a shop and ask a shop assistant to get Gabi measured for a bra, so I looked up what measurements were required for which size so we could chose a few different bras of similar sizes and she could try them on.

The whole trip went pretty smoothly. At the mall we kept Gabi in the middle of us. When we went to the toilet we pulled her in with us. Sarah was firm with her choices, we helped her, of course, but it seemed to relieve Gabi's stress to have someone else make the decisions. We didn't get her a lot of clothes, just a couple of bras that fit, a pack of panties in her size, a skirt that fit and a couple of colourful tops that went with it. One pair of flats completed the outfit and that was all we were aiming for.

We had lunch in a restaurant at the mall and then started our drive to our tour destination. Again we were directed to park with The Bleeding Heart Boys band RV's. Gabi went into the bathroom and took everything off. We helped make sure all the makeup was off and the wig was removed. Drew was back with us.

The laundry had arrived and was waiting for us. It was only when we opened it up and went through it that we realised we had a problem. There were no male clothes. An issue, but Aaron should have Drew's other clothes back from the dry cleaner, so I knocked on his door. He apologised, but said none of the clothes were back from the dry cleaner.

We didn't have a lot of time to get ready if we wanted to go to the show. We gathered around the table for another conference as I explained that Drew still didn't have any male clothes. We could have bought some today, but Drew was dressed as Gabi and there didn't seem to be a need. So what were we going to do? I suggested that we didn't need to go to the show that night. We had seen it multiple times and would see it many times more yet. Drew was adamant though that we didn't miss a show just because he didn't have any clothes. At worst he would just stay in the RV waiting for our return. He asked me to explain it to Lisa as he didn't want her or Bonny or Chloe knocking on the door later.

I knocked on Lisa's door. She opened the door with a crying Mia on her hip.

“Oh, thank goodness. Drew is back, could he come over and help me calm down Mia,” Lisa shouted so that I could hear her over the very loud baby.

“He still hasn't got any clothes,” I shouted back.

“What? I don't care what he is wearing, just please bring him over. Please. And hurry.”

I rushed back. I didn't have much experience with babies, but that was one unhappy child.

In the meantime Drew had put the cream skirt, lilac coloured top and flats back on. He didn't have anything glued on and without the makeup he looked like a guy dressed in girls clothes.

“Drew, Lisa is panicking because Mia is crying and she can't work out why. She is pleading with me to bring you over,” I told him.

I don't think Drew even considered what he was wearing. He was up and out the door almost instantly, hurrying over to Lisa.

I explained to Ellie and Sarah what had happened, so we all went over to give Drew some support. I knocked again on Lisa's door, which opened to a much calmer scene. Drew was holding Mia over his shoulder, sweet talking her and rubbing her gently.

“It was wind again,” Lisa explained. “I thought it was, but after trying to burp her for five minutes and not getting anywhere I tried breast feeding again and she just got worse.” She shook her head in wonder at Drew's ability with babies. “If you ever have children, Drew will make one hell of a father.”

“I know. He is so caring. What I came round to tell you is that his laundry clothes have gone missing and Aaron hasn't had his dry cleaning back, so Drew is without clothes again. He was going to stay in our RV as he didn't want you to see him in our clothes,” I told her.

“That is weird, all our stuff came back fine. I don't care what he is wearing and I don't think Bonny or Chloe would care either. The boys on the other hand might say something. Could you ask Chloe and Bonny to come visit and I will ask them to speak to their fellas. I'll speak to Damon and get him to speak to Aaron. Drew is going through enough at the moment, he doesn't need any more upset. Leave him in my hands girls. I'll look after him.”

Ellie and Sarah went to get Bonny and Chloe while I checked with Drew to make sure he was and would be alright. He was still dealing with Mia, but gave me a nod and a smile.

Lisa's POV

I explained the situation to Damon, Chloe and Bonny, and sent them off to make sure no one would say anything to upset Drew. Drew's girls went back to their RV to get ready for the concert, while Drew helped me with Mia. He was amazing with her, but I couldn't help but think he was acting a bit feminine. He kept his voice soft and sweet. His face expressed this tenderness as he looked at Mia and he would occasionally stroke a finger across her forehead or down a cheek, as if he couldn't stop himself. And Mia was lapping it up and showing it by making sounds of contentment.

Drew's girls stopped by to check on him and give him a kiss before they went to the concert. By this time Mia had fallen asleep, so he was able to put her down, albeit reluctantly, and give them proper kisses back. Initially Aaron gave the impression that it was a sham relationship, but we all heard their lovemaking and their concern and love was obvious.

Normally Chloe and Bonny wouldn't join me until the boys needed to head over for their part of the show, but today they came round after they had made sure Drew wouldn't be hassled.

“Drew,” Bonny said, to get his attention.

“Yes?”

“We all know that you don't normally dress in women's clothing and it is only circumstance that is forcing you today,” Bonny continued.

“Yes? And?” he asked curiously.

“Well, you said your girls are like the alphas and you are like the omega. I was wondering if they would quite like to see you like this and if you wanted, we could help you.”

“I don't understand,” he replied, puzzled.

“If you wanted, and only if you wanted, we could do a mini make over. I'm great with makeup and Chloe is really good with hair. We could put a couple of socks in a bra, paint your nails that sort of thing. We would have fun doing it and I think your girlfriends would love it,” Bonny suggested.

“I'm not sure that is a good idea,” Drew responded, sounding a bit lost.

“OK, answer me this. Would your girlfriends like you all girlified?” Bonny pressed.

I wasn't sure if I should step in and stop this. Bonny had done this to her brother a couple of times for Halloween and a fancy dress party. She had told us all about it and how much fun she had doing it. I had promised Drew's girlfriends that I would look out for him and I took that responsibility seriously. I didn't want anything to happen to Drew that would hurt him.

Before I could step in, Drew's confusion seemed to clear up and he smiled. “I know they would love it,” he said softly.

The crew were setting up the table and chairs outside and we didn't want to expose Drew to the crew so we sorted out the bra and filling while that was happening. One of my maternity bras was manageable, but a couple of socks didn't nearly fill it. Bonny suggested filling a pair of tights with rice, so we did that and that looked quite good. The rest of what Drew was wearing was fine, so Chloe went to collect her hair stuff and Bonny retrieved her makeup. We decided the nail polish we would do outside, because of the smell, after the crew had left.

Drew was pretty closely shaven already and I noticed a lack of hair elsewhere, but thought it best not to comment. With a good helping of styling cream and a few bobby pins Chloe managed to create a funky girl hairstyle. Bonny then started on the makeup. At the end, Drew looked fantastic. Only his eyebrows let him down, so we persuaded him that a bit of plucking would be alright. It looked neat enough and not too bushy, but there was no shape to it, so I worked on that and then we went outside. Bonny gave him a proper manicure while Chloe and I debated the different colours. We decided on a light pink.

Chloe and Bonny went back to their RV's to give their beau's a good luck kiss before they had to go off to the show. I was sitting with Drew as he held his hands out waiting for the polish to dry when Aaron came back with Damon. I saw an ugly expression cross Aaron's face and dreaded what was to come and he didn't disappoint.

“Your parents must be so proud,” Aaron said with a sneer.

I heard a gasp of anguish from Drew, before he was up and away.

I shouted to Damon to look after Mia as I tried to follow, but even that delay was enough. I couldn't see Drew anywhere.

Chapter 12 Buffy's POV

High Notes had just about finished their set when Trish came to us and asked us to follow her.

“What's wrong?” I asked her.

“Lisa has asked me to get you. Drew has disappeared.”

“What happened?”

“Lisa will tell you, I don't know.”

We rushed back to find a frantic Lisa, holding a crying Mia.

“What happened?” I repeated, this time to Lisa.

“I'm so sorry. We thought it would be alright, but then Aaron was an idiot and Drew ran away and I tried to follow, but he disappeared.”

“Slow down, Lisa. We need to know, what happened?” I said speaking slowly although my heart was racing.

“We thought it would be fun if you came back to a properly made up Drew, so we did hair, makeup and nails, and he looked great.”

“Then what?” I urged.

“Then Aaron came back and ruined everything. He said something about Drew's parents being proud and I could feel Drew's heart breaking. I tried to follow him, but he was too fast.”

“What about his phone?” I asked.

Lisa just pointed to where it was sitting on the table.

“Which direction did he go?” Sarah asked.

Lisa gestured in a direction and we all started searching. We split up when we weren't sure of the direction but we all had phones so we could communicate if need be. Our RV along with The Bleeding Heart Boys RV's were a little isolated from the other RV's but there were still lots of other vehicles relating to the tour, so I could see how he could duck out of sight very quickly. Once you got past all the trailers and cars there was a field with grass about knee high.

After we had searched for a couple of hours amongst all the different parked bits, we met back up at our RV. My conclusion was that he was likely in the grass somewhere, but it was a big field. Lisa spoke to some security guys who were reluctant to take it seriously. It was hard enough trying to explain that it was a guy, dressed as a woman, to then explain that he was fragile emotionally after losing all his family and that he had nothing on him. No phone, no wallet, nothing. Him not coming back, meant he was either lost, injured or curled up in a ball somewhere. It was dark now and Lisa managed to convince some security guys with torches to help search the field with us. Lisa was staying behind with Mia, trying to co-ordinate efforts and be available if Drew returned. Bonny and Chloe were searching with us. Aaron and the boys would be in the after party for another hour.

One of the security guys, Mike, organised us to stand in a row a couple of yards apart and start to slowly walk through the field, looking for clues. I was on the left hand side with Ellie and Sarah on my right, then there were three security guys, followed by Bonny and Chloe. Once the after party finished we would have access to more manpower.

We had probably moved about one hundred yards into the field when Chloe shouted that she could see something. As per Mike's instructions, none us moved while he went to check it out. Chloe told the rest of us that she could see an area of flattened grass on the edge of the torches reach. Mike followed the line she was indicating with her torch and then went a bit further still. He then called out the names of the two other securities guys, who rushed over.

I couldn't take it any more and followed in their wake with Ellie and Sarah. Mike told one of them to stop us coming closer and ask us to phone an ambulance. I tried to push past him.

“You'll ruin the evidence. You have to stand back. Everything that can be done is being done.”

“I need to see,” I cried.

“You need to phone the ambulance,” he asked me again.

I could hear Sarah on the phone to the emergency services and she started shouting questions that were being asked from her and Mike shouted back answers. So I knew that Drew was unconscious, but breathing on his own. Most of his clothes had been torn off him and he had both head and groin injuries. Mike asked whether he should put Drew in the recovery position with someone stabalising the head in case of a neck injury. The response was to not move him as long as his breathing was clear. Mike had the other security guy take pictures, which could only be seen as flashes.

I hugged Ellie and Sarah, who stayed on the phone. Both police and ambulance were on their way and would be there very shortly as they already had a presence at the venue. We saw them arriving with the flashing lights. The ambulance had priority and Drew was quickly loaded up and whisked away. Sarah got to go with him as her mother had legal guardianship which made her the equivalent of a stepsister. We wanted to go as well, but the police needed statements.

It seemed to take forever before the police were willing to let us go. Lisa had organised our transport and as soon as we could we went to the hospital. All of us, Lisa with Mia, Bonny, Chloe, Ellie, myself and The Bleeding Heart Boys. In the meantime we were in communication with Sarah but there wasn't much she could initially tell us.

She told us that they thought it was a rape gone wrong. When they realised Drew wasn't female, they beat him up, spread his legs and pulverised his groin. The priority was his head injury and concussion. Imaging was being done for both head and groin so they could try to work out how serious the head injury was and if they could save anything from the groin and what the options were if not. Sarah's mother, Sandra, was flying down and would be there in a couple of hours as she would have to sign off on any decisions.

Lisa was furious at Aaron and pretty much chased him out of the room whenever he showed his face. He seemed very apologetic, but he was largely responsible for causing Drew's meltdown, which put Drew at serious risk. I didn't blame Lisa, Bonny or Chloe. They explained what had happened after we had left him in their care. I suspect it was the thought of pleasing us that drove him to accept their help feminising him. When Drew left after Aaron's comment, he probably wasn't as aware as girls are pretty much taught from birth, to be wary of strange men. The idea of rape probably never occurred to him.

I didn't bother calling my parents, but Ellie called hers and we all had a mini session with her mother offering her words of wisdom. When we knew more, Ellie's father offered to translate any doctor speak regarding procedures. The problem was that none of us were related to Drew so information about his case was difficult to get. Sarah was given brief updates as the closest thing to a relative Drew had, but the hospital had to be careful that they didn't break confidentiality rules.

Once Sandra arrived, we obtained a much clearer picture. After having spoken to the doctor, she gathered Ellie, Sarah and I into a small room to talk to us directly.

“The story of how we got to this point is important, but is not the issue right now. The doctors have asked me to make some decisions on Drew's behalf and I need your input to help me make the best ones. Let me go over his injuries and the choices we have. The head injury has caused some swelling but not enough to produce significant pressure on the brain, so that is a monitor, but leave alone. It is the cause of the coma, but they believe that will naturally resolve itself although they couldn't tell me when. There is extensive bruising of the face, but only the nose is broken. It will require surgery, which can happen immediately or at a later date depending on how well he is doing.

“On to his groin. They have already removed his testicles and the imaging of the penis shows a crush injury or maybe I should say, multiple crush injuries. With surgery they may be able to save some of it, but it will never function again as anything other than a urethra. So essentially there are choices. Option one, give Drew prosthetic testicles and try and save the appearance of a penis, or option two, go for sexual reassignment surgery. In both cases he will be sterile. As a male he will be sexually impotent, but as a female he could be sexually active. Option three, repair what can be repaired and then give Drew the option of SRS. They have informed me that psychologically there is a higher risk of suicide for option one or option three and that he was found wearing women's clothes. Could one of you please explain why he was wearing those clothes?”

Sarah and Ellie both looked to me, so I knew it was up to me. “I will explain why, but I will say that I think that answer is less important than the question of Drew's true gender. I believe as do we all, that Drew is transgender, but hasn't realised it yet.”

“Explain both please.”

“When we first met Drew something just didn't seem right about him. He was obviously emotionally upset having just learnt about the fate of his family. He was nice, gentle, submissive and Sarah allowed him to hug her.” Sandra looked at Sarah in surprise. “Suddenly the thought popped in my head that if I ignored the outside packaging what I was seeing was female. I gave Drew a gender questionnaire, calling it a cosmo quiz and he tested as more female than Sarah and me. Ellie phoned her mum and asked what we should do, hypothetically speaking of course and she advised us to do nothing until Drew came out of the closet,” I continued.

“So it that why he was wearing girl clothes, he has come out of the closet?”

“No. In order for Sarah to feel comfortable at night, we asked Drew if he minded dressing female at night. He has been doing that ever since the first night and has admitted that he enjoyed feeling feminine. Yesterday Damon accidentally spilled his drink on Drew and the rest of Drew's clothes were already given to the laundry company employed by the tour, so Drew had nothing to wear. We offered Drew the opportunity to spend the day en femme.”

“I think I need to add something here,” Sarah said, interrupting me. “It also is very relevant to your options as well. Drew is still dealing with a lot of grief. He has willingly given himself over into our hands and is enjoying following our lead. He is submissive by nature and prefers that role. Forcing him to make difficult decisions was stressing him out and I realised when we gave him the opportunity to present as Gabi, that's what we call her when she is presenting as female, that opportunity was making him anxious. So I rephrased it. I asked him to let me decide for him. He knew what I would decide. I've told him my history and I am the reason he is dressing as a girl at night. So if he let me decide for him, he was essentially saying yes.”

“It worked. As soon as she suggested that, I could see him relax,” I confirmed.

“And that is why he was wearing female clothing?”

“No. We wanted to gently ease him in and see how he felt about it. We had a great time with Gabi, shopping, having lunch and generally having fun. When we arrived we expected to get the laundry and for Drew to return. We haven't worked out why yet, but our laundry did not include any of Drew's clothes and the clothes that were dirtied by Damon, they were supposed to be dry cleaned and ready by this morning, but they are missing as well,” I explained.

“That sounds a bit suspicious,” Sandra commented.

“I agree and intended to chase it up tomorrow, but right at that point we had to decide what to do. I suggested we scrap the concert for the night, but Drew was dead set against that. I'm not sure if we have mentioned this, but Drew is really good with babies, so when Lisa was having a crisis with Mia, Drew forgot that he was wearing a skirt and rushed to help. Lisa was grateful and promised to look after Drew while we went to the show. She also asked everyone to be sensitive towards Drew's feelings. She knows nothing about Drew becoming Gabi, she just knew about the clothing disaster and the loss of his family. That is the reason Drew was in those clothes.”

Sandra sighed. “Alright, of all the people who know Drew, you three know him best. Honest opinion, option one, two or three. You first Buffy.”

“SRS. He is going to be devastated when he knows he can't have children of his own. As a pseudo male I think his self-esteem would be zero and I don't think he will like the thought of his future. Besides all that, I am convinced that he is really a girl and it may take him some time, but he will eventually be a lot happier as a girl.”

“Ellie?”

“If it was me I would prefer to have the choice, but I don't think that would be good for Drew right now. SRS.”

“If you give Drew the choice it would stress him out and I think he would make a decision based on making other people happy, whether it is us or his dead family, not himself, it's just who he is. Definitely SRS and no choice about it,” Sarah said very firmly.

“Well, the choice is mine and the responsibility is mine also. Based on what you have all said I am going to chose SRS, now I have to find out how it is going to be paid for. His travel insurance won't cover all of that. That is not for you to worry about. Thank you for your help, I need to go and find the doctor,” Sandra concluded.

Chapter 13

Sandra disappeared on her hunt for the doctor and Lisa jumped on us for information.

“Tell me, tell me, tell me!” Lisa exclaimed.

“Let's get back to the waiting room, I only want to say it once,” I told her.

She hurried me to the room where everyone was waiting, even Aaron was sitting in one corner.

“Alright, we have the head injury and the groin injury. The head injury is a combination of concussion with mild swelling that has resulted in a coma but should naturally resolve, and facial trauma. The nose is badly broken which will require surgery and there is significant bruising. The biggest issue is the groin damage. It is severe and I think they have decided that the only recourse is sexual reassignment surgery. That is still under debate as is how it is going to be paid for.”

“I will pay for it.” Both Aaron and Lisa said at the same time.

“SRS? They are going to make Drew into a girl?” Bonny asked.

“The damage was extensive so there is no possibility of Drew remaining a functioning male,” I answered trying to remain as clinical as possible when all I really wanted to do was curl up and cry.

“Poor Drew,” Chloe said sadly.

“No, not poor Drew,” Sarah said fiercely. “If we treat it that way it will be depressing for him and us. Drew will make a wonderful girl and we need to help him transition. Teach him all the good things about being female.”

“This is my fault, anything he needs, I will pay for,” Aaron said and left to presumably sort that out.

“I feel responsible, you left him in my care, but I'm not going to argue about Aaron paying,” Lisa said. “I've decided, I am going to stay to help Drew as much as I can. Damon can bunk with Aaron and I will rejoin the tour later.”

Bonny and Chloe went to speak to their boyfriends and then came back. “Is there room in your RV for us?” Bonny asked Lisa. “I wouldn't feel right continuing without helping.”

“Well, right now there is nothing we can do. The three of us are going to set up a rotation so there is always one of us close by. If you give us your numbers, we will update you with anything we find,” I told everyone.

“You will need to move your RV's tomorrow. I will organise your new location and hire a car you can use to go back and forth to the hospital,” Trish told us. “I will be continuing with the tour, but I will help organise the logistics whenever you need me to.”

“Thanks, Trish,” I responded.

I stayed behind while everyone went back to the venue. Sarah and Ellie didn't want to go, they agreed with the idea of a rotation and I won rock paper scissors. Likewise, eight hours later, I didn't want to leave.

The next three days passed in a horrific blur. I slept poorly and when I was awake I struggled to concentrate. I rarely went to hospital alone, Bonny, Chloe or Lisa would usually accompany me. Sandra had to return home the next day, but arranged with the hospital to give me, Ellie or Sarah any updates and she was available when necessary. The surgery was carried out first thing the next morning and included both SRS and the nose job. Both went well, but Drew remained in a coma. Further images showed the cranial pressure had gone down, which meant they weren't worried about brain damage and expected him or her I now have to say, to wake up naturally.

Much of her face was bandaged, partially for the nose job and partially to help compression reduce the swelling. Her groin was originally bandaged, but at some point when I wasn't present, they were removed, leaving a catheter in. Periodically a nurse would usher us out so that they could do dilations. Dilations I found out was a way of preventing Drew's new vagina from closing up. She would need to have a medically appropriate dildo inserted regularly which was called dilation. Aaron was true to his word and arranged for the best care. Drew was in a private room and the care, I have to say, was excellent.

On the second day an older couple arrived and introduced themselves. They were Aaron's parents. Aaron had confessed his part in the whole affair and they felt strongly that he needed to be held accountable and since he was temporarily unavailable because of the tour, they, as his parents, were taking on his responsibility. They admitted that Aaron was behind Drew's missing clothes and what had been said to upset Drew was pure spitefulness.

They were in contact with Sandra, willing to take on Drew as a foster child or even adopt her. There was a fair amount of red tape involved as Drew was British. Sandra as a judge and her husband as a lawyer were going to help with all that.

Drew had managed to scratch at least one of his attackers. The police had taken the DNA evidence and the tour, under Trish's management required all employee's to give a DNA sample. Three roadies refused and were now under police investigation. The police were hoping that Drew would be able to identify his attackers when he awoke.

On the third day, I felt Drew squeeze my hand and look about briefly before dropping off again. I told everyone and a couple of hours later, when Drew properly awoke, Sarah and Ellie were with me.

Drew smiled at us and then seemed to wince. The nurse called the doctor and gave Drew sips of water. The doctor checked her over without the full examination and called the police in. The last thing Drew remembered was Bonny doing her makeup. So not much help, but the doctor said that was relatively normal and she could remember more later.

Once the police were gone, the doctor had to explain to Drew what had happened. She took it all in with a calm passive face, nodding appropriately to say she understood. It was only when the doctor had left and we gave her a group cuddle that she broke down crying. The doctor recommended three further days in hospital. The catheter was removed and Drew needed to show that she was able to walk around and use the toilet on her own. She was in pain, but refused further pain relief. Drew has something against pain killers. As I suspected it was the idea that she couldn't have children that upset her the most.

Drew admitted that she would need some time to come to terms with it all, but wanted to look to the future, and in that vein wanted to be called Gabi. Privately she admitted that she had very fond associations with being Gabi. She asked how I came up with the name and I admitted that it was from a story I had read where a boy called Drew found out that he was intersexed and was really a girl. Gaby was the name that boy chose with her transformation. I then had to reveal my thoughts about her being transgender and the questionnaire that I had done. I think that might have helped as Gabi said maybe it was fate and meant to be.

Drew had lost his family, had most of his possessions stolen and ended up being assaulted. Gabi on the other hand, had made wonderful friendly connections, fallen in love and was constantly being supported and looked after. I can't believe she was the first to say she was in love. I couldn't help asking who she was in love with and she told us all, with the sweetest smile that never belonged on a boy, that she loved all of us. I was the next to admit the same, but Sarah and Ellie were close behind.

Lisa, Bonny and Chloe all cheered her up and promised to help introduce her to womanhood. Mia was both a blessing and a curse. Gabi couldn't help fussing over her, but Mia also reminded her of what she couldn't have.

We introduced Gabi to Aaron's parents, Derek and Susan. They promised to help Gabi with the adult responsibilities that she shouldn't have to deal with, and be there if she ever needed them. Gabi agreed to their offer, so, with the help of Sandra her adoption was in process. They would sort out the mess of Gabi's inheritance, they just needed to know whether Gabi wanted to remain in the states or return to Britain. Gabi decided that she had nothing in Britain to return to, so Derek would organise all the possessions in the houses to be boxed up and stored to be gone through at a later date. All properties would be sold and mortgages paid off. There would be some money from the travel insurance, but not a significant sum. That would go into an account for day to day expenses and the rest would be invested. At some point Gabi was going to have to decide about her university place, but since she was having a gap year there was no rush to it.

The bandages came off her face and it looked a mess. Two black eyes, a bruise on the right cheek and the whole nose area was black and blue. There was facial hair, but we were told to not shave it, to make permanent removal easier. The nose was also too tender to even attempt makeup. Drew was able to move about without too much pain, so the hospital was ready to discharge her. We had to make some plans.

We met as a group to decide what we were going to do next. Derek and Susan offered Gabi a place to stay, but she wanted to stay with us. Lisa, Chloe and Bonny needed to get back on the tour as they were missing their fellas. Gabi asked if we could go back to the tour as well, then she would have all her friends around her. She still wanted to go to the memorial that was scheduled in two weeks, so we decided that we would mostly follow the tour, with a diversion to New York to be there for the memorial.

Medically speaking Gabi would need a check up in about a month, but she had the dilations that needed to be done every day and was now on female hormones. We also would be working on permanent hair removal, which could be done at any of the locations if we booked in advance. We phoned Trish and she helped us work out a route to join the tour and organised a driver for Lisa's RV. She initially booked some hair removal sessions, but phoned back later and told us that Aaron was hiring a beauty therapist to accompany the tour. Gabi had wanted discreet locations because she was frightened of going out in public looking battered and bruised, with obvious facial hair. This way it could all be done in private.

The beauty therapist would be tasked with hair removal, makeup tutoring and hair styling. In addition there would be a voice therapist who would teach Gabi to sound female. Aaron had offered to hire a psychologist to give Gabi sessions, but Gabi was happy speaking on the phone with Ellie's mother. Aaron also promised that if Gabi wanted any more feminising surgery he would pay for it.

Chapter 14

Gabi still had no memory of the attack, but her nightmares showed that it was in there somewhere. Now that we were sleeping together again, we could catch it early and gently wake her and reassure her. Aaron had hired a private investigator who had provided evidence to the police of DNA from each of the roadies who had refused to give a sample. It was all done legally by picking up drink glasses that had been left behind and using photography to prove who had been drinking from them. Two of the roadies came back as a positive match and was enough evidence to search the third guy's clothes which found Gabi's DNA on a pair of shoes. Unless Gabi's memory changed, she wasn't required for any trial.

We caught up with the tour at St Louis with the concert due the next night. We babysat Mia to give Lisa an opportunity to reconnect with Damon. Mostly that involved watching Gabi doing all the work, not that she minded. She made such a natural mother that it made my heart ache with the knowledge that she would never be able to have one of her own. I made the decision that if she was willing, and I could get the others to agree, I would have a child for her to mother. Probably not until I had finished college, but soon after.

Because of my inheritance, finding a job was never that important to me, so I had no worries about having a child interfering with my career. Sarah wanted to be a lawyer like her father and Ellie had decided to follow her mother's career path. How that would work with having children, we would have to decide later. Sarah had never expressed an interest in having children and Ellie was worried that she wouldn't be able to emotionally connect, so, despite wanting children, had told us that it wasn't in the cards. Maybe she could change her mind if she knew Gabi would be helping to bring them up and offer them the benefit of her huge heart.

Most of Drew's clothes had been returned to us by Aaron, but were not that useful now. We kept a pair of trousers and a smart shirt as Gabi would have to pass through the Canadian border before all the new documentation was complete, using her old passport. Besides nightwear, the only clothes that we had bought for Gabi had been damaged in the attack and I don't think any of us could think of putting her in anything that reminded us of that night.

So we needed to go shopping, at the same time, Gabi refused to accompany us, because of her battered appearance. Lisa, Bonny and Chloe wanted to help as well, so we went out in teams, using her measurements and brought them back for Gabi to try with brief fashion shows. We steered her towards the more feminine style with lots of sundresses and skirts. We kept her decision making to a minimum by asking her to tell us only of the items she didn't like. We would discard a lot as getting six girls to agree on what looks good is harder than herding cats, but we still ended up with a good start.

Something about the process may have put pressure on her self image issues as I heard her discussing feminisation surgeries with Ellie later. Aaron had promised to pay for them and I think Gabi was still a bit angry at him, so was willing to spend his money quite happily. They then spent time researching on the internet and chatting to Ellie's father.

When it came time to get ready for the show I was unsure whether we should all go or if one of us should remain with Gabi, but Gabi didn't want any of us to miss out and pushed us all to go. She told me she felt fine spending time with Lisa and the girls. She also promised me that if she got upset and felt the need to run away, she would run straight to the RV and lock herself in. In some way I was glad because it meant I could have a chat with Ellie and Sarah about her. I was curious about the result of her discussion with Ellie and Ellie's father and Sarah was in charge of helping her with her dilations and I wanted to know how that was going.

Once we left and before I could start the discussion, Sarah beat me to the punch, by airing her concerns.

“Are we forcing Gabi to be too submissive?” she asked.

“What are you worried about?” Ellie quizzed.

“I'm loving our little family. That's sort of how I see it now. Like we have left home and started our own family, just the four of us,” Sarah continued.

“I know what you mean. I have never felt so loved,” I admitted.

“That's not quite what I mean. I know my parents still love me, but I am not a child anymore. At some point every child has to leave the nest, so to speak. Even though I now consider myself an adult it wasn't until Gabi bound us together somehow, that I felt a sort of, us and them feeling. Like we have something precious that I would stand up against the world to protect and yet, for some reason I am now worried about losing it.”

“And you are worried that if we make Gabi too submissive, we might lose her?” Ellie asked, trying to work out Sarah's fears.

“Yes,” Sarah said with a sigh.

“There is so much wrong with those thoughts I almost don't know where to begin.” Ellie stopped us so that we were facing each other. “I think we can all agree that we now have something special. Something better than I ever thought I would find in my life. That didn't happen between the three of us and this relationship isn't really about all four of us. It is us and Gabi or Gabi and us. Without her we fall apart. It is her love and want to please that everything depends on. And yes she is submissive, but that doesn't make her weak.

“Sarah,” Ellie continued, “look me in the eyes, you need to hear this. Gabi is not Tina. Tina, despite the games she played with you was never emotionally involved. She was always looking for her next fix. When you were unavailable, she had no problems going elsewhere, because she was not in love with you. I don't think she even realised that you would be hurt by her actions. She wanted to be a toy, not a lover.”

Tina was Sarah's ex and I think Ellie covered it pretty well. She was addicted to pain and submission and didn't care who provided it. Sarah thought she was in a relationship, but it was entirely one sided and always headed for disaster.

“But Gabi does whatever we tell her to,” Sarah almost complained, which was hypocritical considering that was exactly what she wanted Gabi to do.

“No, she doesn't,” I answered. “I thought it would be better if one of us stayed behind with her and she argued with us very firmly and it's not the first time.”

“Gabi wants to please the people she cares for. When we concentrate on her she needs reassurance that it pleases us to do so. She loves us and is happy to do what we ask of her as she knows it gives us joy. Notice though, she is not a doormat and will stand up for herself if we go against her rules,” Ellie explained.

“Her rules?” Sarah asked confused.

“When we first met her, when she was still pretending to be Drew. She told us, that she didn't want pain or humiliation. Originally I would say she was happy to suffer some discomfort if it made one of us more comfortable, now I suspect she would do much, if she thought it made us happy and we are probably going to have to watch for that. She is submissive but that doesn't mean she is inferior or lesser in any way. In fact she is the one in power. If you think about it, one word from her and we would all back off. Can any of you imagine doing something to deliberately hurt her? and then imagine what we would do to prevent her from getting hurt,” Ellie continued.

“Happy wife, happy life,” I commented. She was right, the thought of hurting her was abhorrent. When she was happy, we were happy and when she wasn't, life was horrible.

“And Gabi is the wife,” Sarah stated.

“Yes, and I'll tell you why your fears are groundless. She wouldn't do anything that she thought would upset us. That is the opposite of who she is. She loves us and that is that,” Ellie concluded.

I hoped that put Sarah's fears to rest. Now to change the subject. “Sarah I wanted to ask how the dilation was going?” We had agreed between us that we needed to help Gabi as much as possible and Sarah was the best person to monitor this. We started walking towards our entrance for the concert again.

“Three times a day seems to be sufficient. We are definitely making progress and it has already gone from painful to discomfort,” she reported.

“That was something I wanted to discuss with you guys. I have been doing research and it is a lot better than it used to be, partially because the techniques that are used in SRS have improved greatly although the name they use seems to change by the week, but there are reports of post surgical women who never enjoy sex afterwards. Now I was wondering if dilation might be part of the cause,” Ellie told us.

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.

“Well, dilation, especially in the early stages is quite painful, so the mind might start associating penetration with pain rather than pleasure. Imagine remembering significant pain whenever someone touches you intimately. It could be a real turn off.”

“And your solution?” I asked her.

“Obviously we want dilation to be a pleasurable experience. I thought we could triple team her, treating her like a virgin queen. You know work her up slowly and then only start the dilation when she is excited, go slowly so it doesn't stop her enjoyment. Sarah you will have to be very careful, watching her intently to make sure you are pacing it right without getting carried away.”

“I can do that,” Sarah answered with a big grin.

I think my grin was pretty wide as well. We would have to pamper our queen three times a day for months, it made sense to make it fun and this was definitely going to be fun.

Chapter 15

We didn't get the chance to talk again until we were walking back to the RV after the after party. We said our usual goodbyes to Noah and his band friends and then allowed The Bleeding Heart Boys to get enough ahead of us so that they couldn't hear our conversation. I was orchestrating that manoeuvre, so Ellie and Sarah were waiting for me to start the talk.

“Ellie, I couldn't help but overhear you talking to Gabi about further feminisation surgery. Does she have issues with the way she looks?” I asked.

“To be blunt, yes,” Ellie confirmed. “She doesn't want to wear the breast forms because Lisa, Bonny and Chloe don't know about them and we are trying to get her to wear the most feminine clothes available. That only emphasises her lack of curves, as does our desire to see her looking as feminine as possible. It doesn't help that her face is all battered and bruised.”

“How do we solve this?” Sarah asked.

“A lot of it does not need action, just time. In time, her face will settle down and now that her nose has been worked on, her face will easily pass. Hormones will have a chance to soften her face further and potentially give her the curves she desires.”

“And she wants all that? She is not fighting seventeen years of pretending to be masculine?” I questioned.

“This is my take on it. Gabi is almost overwhelmed emotionally but has found in us, people to trust, believe and love. Her drive now is to make us happy, because when she does, she is happy which makes us happy and the circle continues. She has defined being female and feminine as pleasing us and that is totally our fault. The more she behaves that way the more we shower her with affection. We are not trying to do it, it is just how we feel. Considering her present circumstances, maybe it is for the best anyway.”

“So this is just a self-esteem issue?” I asked. “She is happy being feminine, but doesn't see herself as looking right?”

“Yes. It is not a massive problem because we don't see it as one and that comes through. I think once we start our new 'dilation time' worshipping, it should get even better, but there is nothing wrong with looking at the options. My dad has discussed some of the options and is willing to do the work if we want him to. We would have to make some decisions and fit it into our schedule, but that is very doable. I have looked at our tour dates and after Toronto, we have a week before the next show and that coincides with the memorial in New York and another week before the tour reaches New York. So we have a two-week gap with one day in New York for the memorial, where we could schedule any surgery,” Ellie explained.

“What operations was Gabi thinking about?” Sarah asked.

“Well, she would like breast augmentation but I mentioned that one of us might have children at some point and that it was conceivable that she could breastfeed, so she is hesitant to have any work done on her breasts. My dad asked how big her mother was as she will probably end up a little bit smaller than her and also gave a timeline of two to three years for full breast growth.”

“How big was her mother?” I asked. I couldn't help it, I like breasts.

“Gabi didn't know her exact size but said bigger than yours,” Ellie replied looking at me.

“That should make you happy,” Sarah said, smirking at me.

I just smiled. “I guess that means no breast work. We will just stick with the padded bras. What else was she thinking of?”

“One more thing on the breast front. We found research that suggested strong regular sucking on the nipples could speed up the breast growth and possibly increase size with the added bonus of potentially helping with milk production. I thought we could add that to 'dilation time'. Other than that we have the hips, the voice and the face. Since we don't know how the hormones are going to affect her hip curves, but do know that the skeletal structure underneath will be more male, I suggested wearing a corset to train a narrower waist and emphasise the hip curve without surgery. She will have voice training, but it would be easier if the vocal cords were tightened to a more female range, so that and possible face feminising surgery were the only things on the cards. My dad knows of someone who does the whole corset thing, who could advise us on that and the voice op would be no problem. He can't say much about any facial surgery until the trauma has died down a bit, but it is certainly possible.”

“Do you think we should encourage this, or say it doesn't matter to us?” Sarah asked.

“I've asked my mom to discuss it with Gabi on her next session. I figure we will be guided by that. My dad is prepared to schedule the operation anyway with the ability to cancel. If he doesn't do that, it would be hard to make the space.”

“So what are you thinking schedule wise?” I asked.

“We stay on the tour to Toronto, ask Trish to find a driver to take our RV while we fly to San Fran. After any ops and recovery, we fly to New York for the memorial and stay for a week until the tour reaches there and rejoin it. It will also give us the chance to introduce Gabi to our families. What do you think?” Ellie asked, looking to both of us.

“Sounds like a plan,” Sarah said in agreement.

“Anything to make Gabi feel better about herself,” I commented.

Gabi's POV

My girls came back a bit delayed after I had already seen The Bleeding Heart boys return, so I guessed they had been discussing something and that usually meant me. I looked intently at their expressions and all I could see was a relaxed demeanour, so I released the tension I didn't even realise I was holding and smiled at them.

They smiled back and warmth filled me. We stayed chatting in a very casual atmosphere before they subtly indicated that it was time to go and I headed back to the RV with them. I had already had quite a few sessions with the beauty therapist and a good portion of my facial hair was gone. I had asked that she concentrate around my lips first because I wanted to be able to kiss my girls without fear of giving them prickle rashes.

When we returned they told me it was time for my dilation. I usually do that with Sarah helping, but with them all staying and staring at me, I knew something was up. When I was forbidden from wearing my nightie and Sarah attached these leather cuffs on my hands and ankles, I definitely knew they had something planned. The leather cuffs were padded on the inside and so felt quite comfortable and had metal rings attached so I could guess their purpose. She didn't tie me up initially, instead, we were all treated to Ellie giving us a striptease dance, then, while Ellie came over and started gently stroking me, Sarah and Buffy stripped and started kissing passionately, groping each other's bottoms. By the time they were able to pull themselves apart, I was almost panting with desire.

Without telling me what was going on, they moved in concert to tie me, spread-eagled to the bed and begin the most glorious seduction. They ran their hands over me, kissed me gently wherever they felt like it and because I couldn't see it, it always came as a surprise, causing me to gasp, coo and moan.

Once I was suitably worked up Ellie and Buffy started working on my nipples, going from light touches to kisses and eventually to sucking, varying it from gentle suction to quite strong, almost painful. I don't know if it was just my mind influencing my body, but mentally I knew women usually enjoyed having their nipples played with and now I was a girl, presumed I should also get pleasure from it, and I did. OMG, yes.

While this was going on, Sarah released my feet from their constraint, lifted my legs up and started working on my bottom. Buffy and Ellie on either side of me, held one leg each, giving Sarah full access and making me feel delightfully vulnerable. Sarah started caressing around the edges of my rosebud and playing with it. When she felt I was ready I could feel her inserting a finger and my sensation started skyrocketing. I had wondered if I would ever be able to orgasm again and now I could feel myself heading there I had no doubt that would not be a problem, and they weren't even touching my new clitoris.

I was getting very close to the edge when I felt something entering my new opening. So far that had been a far from pleasant experience and even with all that was going on the discomfort caused by that entry backed me off my edge. But Sarah didn't keep moving it; after it was in she kept it still and carried on working on my bottom. My pleasure started increasing again. The suction on my nipples somehow sending sensation currents into my groin and Sarah's finger inside my bottom making me feel naughty, possessed, sensuous and feminine.

I approached my peak again and Sarah started moving the dildo in my vagina. It still felt uncomfortable and dropped me back off my high. Sarah continued somehow working on my bottom and slowly pumping the dildo. Unbelievably, despite the dilation work I started getting more and more excited. It did take a while, but I could feel myself heading towards more and more delicious sensation. Then, it happened, I tripped over and as the pleasure rushed through me, my body seemed to lock up in an all body seizure, that relaxed and then squeezed me over and over again.

Chapter 16 Buffy's POV

The next week was probably the best in my life. The next day my breasts were a little swollen and sore, so I knew my period was due. Since all of us have synchronized our biorhythms, the next few days were going to be interesting. We have a general rule that any arguments that happen at that time of the month, we try to put a pin in it and restart it a week later. Of course, we usually find the topic much more agreeable then.

I did have a swipe of pinkish discharge the day after we started our new dilation time activities and over the next few days I felt a little cramping and a few other spots of pink, but it was the lightest period I had had to date. I did wonder about Ellie and Sarah. Usually, we discuss these topics without restraint, but with Gabi, I thought it might be a reminder that she couldn't have children and since I didn't have anything significant to report I kept quiet.

Dilation time was meant to be a time we concentrated on Gabi. And we did, but by the end of it, especially after she made such sweet sounds and shivers, we were all very horny. Gabi was very eager to return some of our affection and it ended up being some of the sweetest loving that I had ever had.

Normally, I am all for spontaneously starting lovemaking and had never imagined scheduled times. If I was going to think of scheduling a bit of erotica, I never would have aimed as high as three times a day, nor thought it was sustainable. Dilation forced us to try and to our mutual surprise, every time was joyous. Never the same but always wonderful.

Sarah, the owner of a strap on dildo, came up with the idea of a butt plug for Gabi to wear during the day, in the hopes that she could use her device, if Gabi was sufficiently stretched out, so to speak. Ellie wondered if you could do something similar for the vagina, to give a constant presence. Sarah's device had an internal as well as external element, but the internal was a little too large for the size that Gabi was working on. A quick internet shopping trip with a Toronto company and when we arrived a week later we would pick up various sizes.

We only had three other shows in the week leading up to Toronto. One in Kansas, then a day off before Indianapolis, with Grand Rapids the next day. Another day off before two days in Toronto.

I did suggest to Lisa that we move our RV to a more distant spot as I knew we were being loud. Lisa smiled and admitted that our noises were challenging Damon to compete, and she thought it eased some of Aaron's guilt to hear us still having bedroom fun. She also wanted Gabi close for Mia and there were a few times when Gabi was frantically called upon to help calm a tearful Mia.

By the time we had reached Indianapolis, most of Gabi's bruises had faded enough for makeup to cover. By this point, all her facial hair had been removed, and she was getting laser hair removal for the rest of her body. She had already had two sessions and there was a marked improvement. She asked our opinion on pubic hair. If all the hair was gone it made the surgery more obvious, although that would fade with time. We had a group discussion and decided that the pubic hair would go, and she could have a tattoo to hide any scars, if necessary, later. To be honest, we all availed ourselves of the same service as well as permanent hair removal elsewhere.

We also decided that Gabi was going to grow her hair, and found a place in Toronto that was going to add real hair extensions. It would be an expensive and long session, but the end result would be worth it. Tara, the beauty therapist was showing us different styles that could be done with long hair, but since we had to wait until after Toronto before Gabi had the long hair, she concentrated on teaching Gabi makeup. We had Gabi take it off and put it on several times a day, and she was slowly improving.

This also meant we could take her shopping. Baring in mind what Ellie had told us, we made sure to pick dresses that emphasised her curves and told her how feminine she looked. We also took the opportunity to get her ears pierced and buy her some jewellery. Sarah wanted her to get her belly button pierced as well, but we didn't want to overwhelm her, so we left that for another day.

We did buy her some bangles, earrings, although we now had to wait for her ears to heal before she could use them, a cute little ankle chain and necklace. We also got her some three inch heels so that she could practice walking in them. I think there was a general agreement that we loved her wearing heels especially with that ankle chain, so more of that was in her future. We all had mani-pedi's which was a nice group experience.

Since Gabi was going to have the voice box surgery, Aaron put off the voice coach until after we rejoined the tour in New York. Now that Gabi's face had settled, we took multiple pictures and sent them to Ellie's dad, John. He played with the image on the computer to show what was achievable, and we went through the options together. The nose had settled down beautifully and didn't need any further work. He suggested something with the cheeks that somehow softened the face. He was also going to check down below to see if he could do anything to tidy matters up, reduce any scarring. He had scheduled a space the day after Toronto. Gabi wouldn't be allowed to speak for two days after the voice box surgery, and he wanted Gabi to be majority recovered by the time of the New York memorial.

Ellie had booked the flights, and we had arranged where we were staying. We decided that we didn't want to split up, so we were all going first to Ellie's parents for three days, then two days at Sarah's and finally two days with my parents. Ellie and Sarah had to discuss sleeping arrangements as we didn't want to be apart and Gabi still needed her dilation time. My house had plenty of bedrooms and I didn't bother my parents with such details as they wouldn't be interested.

I did tell them that we would also need to visit my grandfather. Gabi was surprised as she got the impression from my talks about inheritance that he had already passed on, so I had to explain that he had split his money into three piles. One he assigned each to my cousin and me, provided we fit the criteria and one third that he would live on and would be passed to his direct children, my father and my aunt when he died. He had done it that way to encourage me and my cousin to have children while he was still alive. This he had done about a year ago and since then my cousin was desperately trying to conceive. He was three years older than I was and already married, again arranged more than a love match. I had heard through the grapevine that he had abnormally low fertility, and they were now trying IVF. He still had four years before he passed the deadline. I would have made a deal with him, except he had not taken my coming out of the closet well and now blamed me for the pressure he was under.

To be honest I was dreading introducing everyone to my family. I was brought up by a series of nannies, not my parents and most of my interactions with them were completely unemotional and felt very artificial. Since none of us were of an equal or better social standing in their eyes, they would automatically dismiss us and our opinions. It was almost funny, because they would think of us as inferior, I was ashamed of them and thought less of them.

Grandfather would be more fun. His brain was still sharp, and he was more interested in ability and intelligence than social standing. I had no idea what he would think of Gabi. Sarah and he had already butted heads, which I knew he liked even as he complained. None of us would fawn over him, but he may not appreciate Gabi's submissiveness. Ellie tended to stay in the background, but with the occasional clever interjection that left no doubt as to her intelligence. He respected my friends, but now I was going to tell him they were more than friends and I didn't know how he was going to react. Not that I really cared anymore. I mean my whole family already disapproved of me just because of my sexual orientation and that was something I had no control over. If any of us felt uncomfortable in my home, we would leave.

Going through the border with Canada was interesting. We had to try and defeminise Gabi and get her dressed in Drew's old clothes so that we could use her old passport. The passage through was a non-event, but emotionally Gabi was clearly upset by it and happy when we put her back together. I questioned whether it was worth the effort and what we should do at the airport. We had a letter that explained everything, but I had read some horror stories on the internet of transgender discrimination at passport control.

Chapter 17
We picked up Sarah's purchases in Toronto but knew we would have to take their application with caution. Back in the hotel room, we got Gabi to try the strap on dildo rig with the front piece removed. There were a couple of issues. Lots of lubrication was necessary for Gabi to feel less uncomfortable and that had to be reapplied regularly. The other problem was the whole rig was visible through most of the clothes. Not obvious, but noticeable, to us at least. Not visible panty line, but visible strap on dildo rig lines.

We all still thought it would be a good idea and help speed up the whole process, but could only be done when we were going to be just the four of us for a prolonged period of time and then we needed to set a timer to re-lubricate, before Gabi noticed it, rather than after some irritation had occurred. So mainly to be used when we were travelling with the tour in the RV.

I think we were all hoping it would mean that we wouldn't have to do 'dilation time' at our parents' houses, but that wasn't going to be the case. Part of me was embarrassed by the idea of having wild monkey sex in the room next door to my friend's parents and the rest of me was determined to ignore my worries about what other people think.

I think it was Dr Suess who said 'Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.'

I wasn't worried in my parent's house as my bedroom was deliberately quite distant from theirs. Because of that, I did suggest to Ellie and Sarah that we could go to my house for 'dilation time' to avoid any awkwardness. Funnily enough, they both told me they had already discussed it with their parents, or their mothers anyway, and been told not to worry about it. Ellie's mother, Wendy, thought it was a great idea to link pleasure with the whole experience and complimented Ellie on her ideas. Sandra, Sarah's mother, had been told all that was going to be done to the Drew that was, which included the aftercare involved so it wasn't that difficult for Sarah to explain our take on it.

We also decided to buy Gabi a whole new outfit, specifically for the airport. We bought from the female side but aimed at an androgynous, unisex look. So Gabi was able to wear all female clothing and still look close enough to her passport to not arouse any issues.

The two days in Toronto were fun. We had time to do some sightseeing, shopping and lots of sex, so all the good esses. My period was definitely over but I did have some leftover swelling and soreness in my breasts.

There were some tearful goodbyes between us and the other girls, particularly Lisa and Gabi. They were clearly bonding over Mia. We were all invited to Mia's christening that was happening after the US tour and before they travelled to Europe. Lisa wanted Gabi to be a Godparent but had already asked Ethan and Chloe previously and didn't want to upset anybody by adding anyone else.

I was nervous when we returned to San Francisco. I was not going to hide my new relationship with the other three and knew how my parents were going to react and projected that onto Sarah and Ellie's parents. I knew John, Ellie's father, had some issues with his daughter being gay, but our new dealings with him regarding Gabi had shown nothing but approval. Ellie speculated that it might be because Gabi had been male and her present circumstances were due to an assault. We decided that we wouldn't mention to him that we thought Gabi was female before the incident. People were funny, but if it made him feel better, there was no need for us to upset the apple cart.

They were very welcoming when they picked us up from the airport. The first test as far as I was concerned was when we needed to retreat upstairs for an early night and 'dilation time'. That was also when I found out that Sarah had been a bit naughty and bought two ball gags. Gabi didn't protest although asked that we not use it or ask her to use it if it wasn't necessary.

The other ball gag was for me, only after we had finished with Gabi, but still, embarrassing. Between us, Gabi and I produced most of the noise during our lovemaking and Sarah thought we would be less embarrassed if we could reduce our noise. I really didn't like wearing it however felt it difficult to argue when Gabi had accepted so graciously. It didn't stop me from having a good time but did create restrictions I didn't like. I had to admit that it did work. Our noise levels were considerably lessened.

The next day we went to John's work and he went through the procedures that we had agreed on. Essentially Gabi was going to have fat deposited up through the mouth to create a different contour to the cheeks. You can use a prosthetic, but John recommended using liposuction around Gabi's waist to narrow that area at the same time. He said fifty percent of the fat would remain in place and the procedure could be repeated in six months if required. The picture differences that he showed were remarkable. There would be no visible scars with the operation, just swelling that would go down over about two weeks.

That was pretty much what we had understood from talking previously, it was the voice operation that we had misunderstood. The technique he performed was also scarless and very safe, but we thought Gabi wouldn't be able to talk for two days and it turns out that he said two weeks. Preferably, fifteen days without Gabi being able to utter a word, not even a whisper. This meant we would be introducing a swollen-faced Gabi with no ability to talk to my parents and Sarah's.

Gabi looked to us for direction and Sarah confidently confirmed our previous choices. Again I could see Gabi relax. We all knew she wanted to go ahead and now, since she had delegated authority to Sarah, she wouldn't feel any guilt in either spending Aaron's money or feminising herself. In some ways, I envied her ability to trust us enough to let us decide for her. Life was easier without having to make any of the hard decisions. A lot less stressful. I knew I couldn't do it though. It wasn't a question of trust in my case, but I would feel that I needed to be in control.

John also examined her SRS surgery and was happy with it, but suggested a little nip and tuck to reduce some of the scarring and make it look so good that it would be indistinguishable from a genetic girl. Apparently, a second surgery was recommended, but most never did it.

The surgery went well and now we had two weeks without Gabi being able to communicate properly. We had a pad and pencil available and her right hand had healed from Damon's crushing grip, so she was able to write. Most of the time she didn't need to though. Her face was so expressive and we had all been paying attention for almost five weeks now and could mostly guess what she wanted without her writing a word. This was somewhat hampered by the swelling around the face, but it was her eyes and mouth that gave her expressions meaning.

We had to be very careful with our dilation time and couldn't get up to our usual antics as there were a few dissoluble stitches that we needed to not stress. This was going to be true for the next ten days so all my worries about doing naughty stuff in front of my friend's parents were wasted energy.

Chapter 18

A series of events that began the next morning started adding up to a worrying conclusion.

Sarah was back in charge of working on Gabi's dilation, so Ellie and I gave them some nice kisses and then left them to it and headed downstairs for breakfast. Over the last few days, I had started noticing that I was getting a metallic taste in my mouth. I suspected that I was coming down with something and was expecting a sore throat or stuffy nose, but so far that hadn't happened. It did seem to affect my sense of taste and put me off my coffee in the morning. I had switched, reluctantly, to a herbal blend, chamomile while I waited for my taste to get back to normal.

This was the first morning when the coffee pot that Wendy always started first thing in the morning, bothered me. The smell was way too strong and rather than enjoying it as I would normally it made me feel a bit yuck. I stuck to toast and left the kitchen area to eat it outside, enjoying the view of the backyard and then forgot all about it.

Getting ready now also involved us playing with Gabi's new hair. Gabi was happy to let us decide how she was going to present to the world and we all enjoyed helping her to look pretty, with lots of compliments. Despite the swelling, I think our comments were heartfelt, as we had all fallen for her inner beauty which shines through everything.

Wendy and John were very accepting of our unusual arrangement and we all enjoyed our time there, even with Gabi's surgery and inability to talk. Gabi did smile a lot albeit with a more careful expression and smaller than usual so as not to hurt the incisions in her mouth or the swelling on her cheeks. And if smiling was not enough Gabi was very liberal with her hugs. She showed more genuine physical affection than all of us put together. Wendy lapped it up. I think the distance Ellie tends to put between herself and everyone else resulted in Wendy feeling a little deprived of mother-daughter hugs that Gabi happily rectified. There is no question that by the time we left Gabi had completely won them over.

That's not to say Gabi was permanently happy. There were times when something would trigger her grief. Being around a relatively happy family probably meant there were a lot of possible triggers. Gabi being unable to talk was probably a bonus. We had no idea what would set her off and she wouldn't have wanted us to change our behaviour because of how she was feeling. Her emotions were clearly written on her face and talking about it wasn't going to change anything, she just needed time to process and people around her who loved her and she had that. Some of the hugs were for support and caring. That was possibly why it was more powerful. She gave hugs in gratitude and happiness and received them in sorrow and sadness.

Surgery wise she was recovering well. She was also now wearing this compression wrap to help with her liposuction healing. That fitted in well with the corsets that she was measured for the next day. That morning I couldn't even go into the kitchen because of the excessive coffee smell making me feel uncomfortable. Ellie happily got me some toast and tea with a shrug of her shoulders. I couldn't explain myself very well and we had other things to think about so we dismissed it and moved on like yesterday.

The corsets were quite fun, surprisingly. I tried one on and it made my bust look humongous, almost over the top so I wasn't interested. On Gabi, there wasn't really anything up top to exaggerate, but it did slim her waist very noticeably and we could all see that glint of satisfaction in her eyes when she was wearing it. The ones she was wearing were only to give her an idea of what it would be like since they needed to be made to measure. We bought three corsets and three sleep corsets, two as she was sized now and one slightly smaller for each type. They would be ready in about a week so we organised for them to be delivered at the hotel we were staying at. Trish had managed to get us great rates at the hotel that the band would be staying at a week later. We only needed one room with a large double bed although there would be four adults staying. I'm glad Trish was responsible for that explanation rather than me.

Once we were finished there we moved on to Sarah's house. Sarah's parents were less obvious about their affection but it was still there. Smiles, touches and brief squeezes were very much in evidence. Gabi was a bit more restrained but still more naturally touchy-feely than the three of us.

The next morning I was relieved to be able to enter the kitchen. They had an espresso machine rather than a coffee percolator, so there were no strong smells to keep me out. Or so I thought. I opened the fridge to try and work out what I fancied for breakfast, caught a strong smell of rank old sweaty socks and barely made it to the sink before I started heaving.

Sandra was in the kitchen and gently rubbed my back while I helplessly dry heaved.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

I had to wait for my stomach to settle before I could answer her. “Who put sweaty socks in the fridge?” I asked.

She went to check out the fridge and came back to me with a confused expression. “We have some cheese in there, but it is grated cheese in a sealed bag, you can barely smell it.”

“It's probably me. I've been feeling off the last few days. I thought I was coming down with a cold. Probably food poisoning or a tummy bug, I guess.”

“No one else is ill, so probably not food poisoning and thanks for the compliment,” she replied with a smile. She had cooked for us last night so I could see how it could be seen as an insult, but she was only joking with me. Then her face turned serious. “You couldn't be pregnant could you?”

“No, I've never had sex with a man, so that's not possible.”

“So you never did anything with Drew, before he became Gabi?” she asked.

“Nothing like that,” I replied, dismissing it initially.

She gave me a long look and then changed the subject, suggesting I see a doctor before we rejoined the tour.

I didn't go near the fridge again, just in case, and she made me some egg on toast that I appreciated. There was still a slight nausea there but I didn't think I would start heaving again. Her words though did start me thinking. Could I be pregnant?

Chapter 19

If you have never been pregnant, how are you supposed to know what it feels like? The main question was, was it possible? Yes, we had sex with Gabi when she still had male equipment, but her penis was trapped in a false vagina. She couldn't get an erection and she certainly didn't put it inside me.

I had always associated having an unprotected penis in my vagina as the only risk in becoming pregnant. It isn't the penis that does the job though, it is the sperm. Could I have gotten sperm into my vagina? I had to say, yes. The first time we made love, I was beneath Gabi and she ejaculated, even without an erection. I had then begged Sarah to sit on me and rub our groins together. That could certainly have put any sperm Gabi had produced in the right location, but would that be enough? The sperm would have to swim much further than normal. I remembered an ill-mannered comment during our sex education class where someone asked if a man with a big dick was more fertile because the sperm had less far to travel and the answer was it didn't seem to matter. Sperm were designed to swim and only one had to reach the egg and men produced millions of them.

Then I breathed out in relief. I couldn't be pregnant, I had just had a period. Then I wondered should I be relieved or disappointed. I mean, Gabi had no further chance of producing any sperm, wouldn't it be a good thing if I had been pregnant. I decided from the safe position of not being pregnant that if I had been, I would have kept the baby. I was pro-choice but could never have terminated Gabi's baby.

“Earth to Buffy,” I eventually heard from Sandra.

“Sorry, I got a bit distracted. I just remembered that I have recently had a period, so pregnancy is out,” I replied.

“Not necessarily. I thought I had a period when I was pregnant with Sarah,” she answered. “I think they call it an implantation bleed. Just take a test, they are almost foolproof.”

Her words put a frisson of electricity into my heart. I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. I nodded my head a bit shakily. “Um... is it possible you could get one for me? I don't think Gabi should know until I have the result and buying a test might give her unrealistic hope.”

“Sure, honey. I'll pick one up on my way home tonight. Maybe you shouldn't cook tonight, the smells might drive you crazy.” The plan had been that we would cook tonight. My nausea had come back a bit and the thought of food at that point was not a good one, so I nodded my head in agreement. “We'll order in, when we know how you are feeling,” Sandra continued. “I think I should mention that Ellie has been standing in the doorway and has heard most of our conversation. I did tell you, but I am not sure you were listening.”

“Oh, don't worry, we don't keep any secrets,” I answered turning in my chair to look at Ellie. What she said next was not what I was expecting.

“When did you have your period?”

I thought back to tie in where we were on the tour. “I think I noticed it starting when we were at St Louis. I remember because it was the morning after we started our 'dilation time' with Gabi.” I used my fingers to put dilation time in quotes.

“That is like a week and a half ago, right?”

“Yes,” I said cautiously. “Why?”

“I'm late.” Ellie had stilled like a deer in headlights.

“Late?” I asked in surprise.

“Late!” she said with a slightly panicked louder voice. “I've never been late in my life. It is not possible, is it?” she asked.

Sandra laughed with a hand over her mouth. “I guess I had better buy a few tests.”

“How could it happen, I mean we never, you know, that never happened, so it isn't possible is it?”

I didn't really want to go into details in front of Sandra, who was enjoying this immensely for some reason, but Sarah was keeping Gabi occupied with dilation upstairs, and I didn't have the energy to move so I explained how I thought it was possible for me and then asked if she remembered being in a similar situation.

“Well, that first night, when you were with Sarah, I was on top of Gabi, so I guess it is possible for me too,” she said with a weary sigh. “What about Sarah? I mean she was on top of you and if your theory is correct she is also under risk. Do we see if she has missed her period? I haven't seen any supplies out like I normally do. How did I miss your period?”

“It was the lightest period I have ever had. I didn't use tampons, just thin pads.”

“If it was a period,” Ellie commented.

“I did feel a few cramps, but not a lot.” I tried to defend my period and then realised I didn't have much to defend it with. “I don't think we should discuss this with Sarah. If Sandra is going to get some tests, we can talk about it tonight. The only question is how to do that without Gabi listening. I don't think she should know until we are sure and have made our decisions.”

“Decisions?” Ellie squeaked.

I sighed and confirmed what I had thought before. “If and that is a big if, if I am pregnant I would keep the baby. Don't think about it now, there is no point until we know.”

Ellie looked like she was going to have a panic attack, so I got up and hugged her.

“How about David and I take Gabi out for a meal tonight, just the three of us. I can call it a get to know you dinner.”

“You remember she can't talk, don't you,” I reminded her.

“Sugar. I know, I will say it is so I can update her on all the legal stuff. I can contact Derek and Susan and hopefully get enough information to keep us going for a while. If not, I will have to start the baby stories and I'm not sure Sarah will appreciate that.” Then she laughed again.

I pulled Ellie outside so we could have a little walk around the block. She needed to calm down. Gabi was very aware of our moods. How are we going to convince Gabi without hurting her feelings that she should go without us? It would have to be so that it helped us in some way. Maybe if I said it was because Sandra needed to see her without us being there to make sure we weren't forcing her to become feminine against her will. Yes, that could work.

We were going to need a change of plans. Something very active today, so we don't have time to think. Or maybe send her out with Sarah. I could claim to be ill. I did throw up in the sink this morning, so maybe pretend to go to the doctor and Ellie looking after me. I discussed it with Ellie and we came up with a plan. If Gabi spent too much time in our company she would definitely twig.

I almost laughed, walking on the other side of the street was a woman pushing a pram. I had a feeling, today was going to be a very long day. The plan had been to go all touristy today and show Gabi the sights. Sarah could do that without us.

I was honest and told them that I had been feeling off the last few days and needed to see the pharmacist and possibly the doctor. As we had planned, Ellie asked me if I thought I needed company. When I said yes, Sarah and Gabi wanted to cancel today and go with me, bless them. I insisted that I wasn't that bad, so they should go out and enjoy the day and Ellie could keep in touch with her phone. Let them know how I was doing.

When they left, Gabi was giving me such sad eyes, with worry clearly in them that I almost caved just to change her expression, but managed to hold it together, just. We went to the pharmacist and bought the tests and then text Sandra so that she didn't have to. I read the instructions and knew the most accurate reading would be first thing the next morning and any positive test should be repeated later to confirm. Because of that, we bought three tests each. One to try tonight, one for tomorrow morning if the first was negative and one spare in case either of them were positive for the repeat.

We then debated doing the test straight away or waiting for Sarah, who for all we knew had already had her period and was completely safe. In the end, despite just wanting to know, we felt we couldn't leave Sarah out of it and waited.

We had a very emotional day. We debated our options and Ellie wanted to know why I had already decided as I had. Part of it was that I would never be able to bring myself to get rid of Gabi's child, but another was that Gabi made such a wonderful mother that I wanted to have a child with her anyway. I just hadn't intended it to be this soon. A lesser point was that jobs and careers would become a choice rather than a necessity, after my inheritance. Yes, it would change my immediate plans and I would probably take a year off before starting college. That didn't sound like such a big deal. Grandfather would be thrilled.

I think my points made her think and then she threw me a curveball that I wasn't expecting. Should we propose to Gabi? Her logic was sound though. If a guy gets a girl pregnant, the honourable thing to do was to marry her. In our case, Gabi was really taking the girl position and we, with our dominance had taken the protector, provider role. Even when we had sex, Gabi hadn't taken the masculine role and we could hardly blame her for any consequences. If we were pregnant should we solidify our relationship with marriage? It didn't really matter how legal it was because she didn't have to legally marry us all. What was in our hearts was what mattered.

And that thought really excited me. I wanted that. I wanted that a lot. Then the question was what if only one of us was pregnant, but that was easy to answer. We would all get married or none of us would.

We then started doing some research. First Ellie tried to work out exactly when our period was due. She couldn't remember our last period but knew the date of the one before and since we were almost always twenty-eight days could guess when our latest period was due. Eight days ago. That seemed to hit us both with a dose of shocked reality. Then we worked out my period, if it was a period, was day twenty-five and google suggested that was about right for an implantation bleed. The symptoms of that also fit with my symptoms. Adding my sore and swollen boobs, metallic taste and throwing up after smelling the fridge, I was beginning to believe that I was pregnant. The only thing that didn't quite fit was pregnancy nausea that usually started week six and if I was pregnant I would be one day into week five. Having said that, it was clear that there was huge variation between people in terms of symptoms and effects.

Obviously, we would only tell Gabi if one of us was pregnant and we had to be careful how we did it as Gabi was not allowed to speak at the moment and if anything was going to make Gabi forget that it was this kind of news. If we were going to propose that would be the best time to do it as further research suggested that we would have to avoid certain foods as they could be harmful to a baby. If that was the case, we would have to tell my parents, or more specifically, my parents cook and that meant my grandfather would almost certainly find out. So, as much as I liked the idea of waiting and making a big deal out of the proposal, that wouldn't really work.

Ellie suggested a two-pronged attack. An immediate proposal and then secretly all of us getting Gabi an engagement ring and then doing it again, big style, maybe with the help of Lisa and The Bleeding Heart Boys. We would have to keep it private though as it could be seen as polygamy, which was illegal. In fact, I looked that up as well and the main issue was that you could only be legally married to one person. I got the impression that the main worry was underage girls in arranged marriages with older men.

We were both getting quite excited about the engagement side of things which made me realise that it didn't matter whether I was pregnant or not. I wanted this, Ellie wanted this and I had no doubt, Sarah would want this as well. I even started designing the engagement ring. Three equal sized stones on a thin band of gold, maybe rose gold, white gold and normal gold, designed in such a way to interlock together and form one ring. We could then each have an individual ring with one stone and match the different golds. I would be white gold because I was blonde, Ellie would be rose gold because her auburn hair had hints of red in it and Sarah would have normal gold. I was unsure if we should all have diamonds or chose a different stone each.

Ellie laughed at me and told me to slow down. She was right, we needed to calm down if we were to somehow keep Gabi in the dark, at least until she had left with Sandra and David. It was funny how the mind works. The idea initially scared me and now I think I would be disappointed if I wasn't pregnant. I got the impression that Ellie had come round to the idea as well. Poor Sarah was going to have to catch up very quickly. Decisions would need to be made fast, but not so fast that Sarah felt rushed or pushed into making them. A difficult balance.

Chapter 20

When we knew from our text messaging that Sarah and Gabi were due back, we started watching a movie. We knew we had to act very casual with them so we had a plan of action. That way we hoped they wouldn't ask too many questions.

Ellie and I were on the couch cuddling, watching the movie when they came in and rather than our usual catch up chat, we pulled them onto the couch to cuddle and watch the movie with us. My mind wasn't really engaged in the action and I would be surprised if Ellie was any different.

After the movie was over we started getting ready for a night out, not informing them that Gabi would be going but we would be staying. I had discussed it with Sandra and she agreed to be the fall guy. I could still hear a laugh in her voice. She was taking far too much pleasure in our circumstances. We explained what we thought she would need to say to get Gabi to agree. She couldn't believe that we hadn't taken the test yet, but I think she was also pleased because we were only waiting because we wanted Sarah, her daughter, involved.

Of course, Sarah asked about my illness and visiting the pharmacist so I admitted that it was recommended that I take a test and the result would be in soon. Nothing life threatening and I implied that it was a woman type issue, hoping she would suspect a urinary infection or maybe thrush. It got her to drop the subject, which was the idea, and it was also truthful.

When we were all ready and had gathered in the kitchen, Sandra 'reminded me' that Ellie, Sarah and I weren't invited tonight. I then apologised for forgetting and explained to Gabi that Sandra and David wanted some alone time with her. I told her that Sandra was still her legal guardian until Derek and Susan's paperwork was complete and she needed to make sure we weren't unduly influencing her and they couldn't do that in our presence.

So that I wasn't completely throwing Sandra under the bus, I said to Gabi that them taking her to dinner was my idea and I just forgot about it. Gabi being unable to talk also made it hard for her to argue. Sarah was not happy and I knew that she was going to be relatively angry with me. I guessed correctly that she would wait until her parents had left with Gabi before she expressed her displeasure.

“I think we should have discussed that as a group, rather than you deciding for all of us!” Sarah complained.

“It was the best lie I could think of,” I answered which shut her up with a confused expression.

“What?”

We had been making sure everyone had drinks and drank ourselves in the hour before Gabi left. We couldn't stop Sarah going to the toilet without giving ourselves away, but we had tried to time it so that she was ready for the next part of our plan.

“Sarah, important question. When was your last period?” I asked her.

“What?”

“What Buffy is asking is have you had a period since we came on the tour?” Ellie tried to put my question in clearer language.

“Umm...No?” Sarah now sounded uncertain.

“Right. That's what we thought. Buffy here has been having signs that might indicate she was pregnant, what were they again Buffy?” Ellie asked.

We were both having far to much fun with this. We had enjoyed the whole day getting used to the idea. It was shocking as hell this morning and Sarah was in that same place.

“Swollen tender breasts, metallic taste and possibly pregnancy nausea. That only happened this morning, and I think it has to happen several days in a row to count. Anyway, your mum observed that this morning and asked if I could be pregnant.”

“Before you continue, don't forget late period. That is the most common first sign and our period was due eight days ago,” Ellie added.

“What?”

I ignored her confusion. “After your mum asked me, my immediate reaction was, that was not possible. I mean none of us has had sex with a man, so how could we be pregnant, right?”

“We?” Sarah whispered.

“I think this should be fairly easy for you. The first time we all made love to Gabi is a treasured memory of mine. Do you remember? I was lying underneath Gabi and you made her cum on top of me, then climbed on top of me and helped me out by rubbing our groins together. I think you even mentioned how wet I was. I think some of that wetness wasn't me, or you for that matter. And if you get sperm in your vagina, well, there is a risk of pregnancy.”

Ellie then held up three sticks. “I want us to do this together, but we don't have three toilets in a row. I thought we would all take turns and then put the lid on the stick and turn it over so that we can all check at the same time.” Ellie had also prepared a piece of paper divided into three with lines and our names for each column. “Who wants to go first?” she asked.

I had been dying to do it all day so I quickly grabbed a stick from her and went into the toilet. I had already read the instructions so I waited for midstream and soaked the tip. Ellie was standing there and took it off me with a hand wrapped in toilet paper. Put the lid on and placed it on the paper face down. Sarah was still in shock so Ellie went next and I prepared my hand with toilet paper so that I could help her as she did me. Then we had to guide a very unsure Sarah. We told her what to do and mechanically she followed our directions and then we had all three on a piece of paper.

There was a pause as we all stared at the piece of paper with three pregnancy test sticks on it. This was literally, life-altering.

“How long do we have to leave them?” Sarah asked.

“They are ready already. We just have to have the courage to look.” Ellie took a deep breath to steady herself. “On three?” she asked. She then looked up to see us both nod in acceptance.

“One, two,” a pause then, “three.”

We all reached forwards and turned over our sticks. Our sticks were very simple, it was either a minus sign for not pregnant but control working or plus for working and pregnant with ninety-nine plus accuracy.

We all stared at our sticks and then at each others with shock on our faces.

“Let's say it out loud and make it official,” I said. “I am pregnant.” Saying it just made it all real. Wow, that was a trip.

“I am pregnant,” Ellie said with wonder in her voice.

“I am pregnant,” Sarah said with disbelief and shock.

Chapter 21

I had to say it again. “I am pregnant.” Then I giggled. I also felt a little bit relieved which was a strange feeling. I think I had become accustomed to the idea of being pregnant throughout the day and was subconsciously worried that it was a false hope.

Ellie didn't seem too freaked out either, but Sarah had the deer in headlights look that I think both Ellie and I had sported this morning. I was hoping that we could go through our options and work out how we were going to break it to our families with whatever choices we had made our minds upon but Sarah was in no condition to make any serious decisions.

It wasn't Sarah's fault. We had enjoyed a whole day getting our mind wrapped around the idea. She needed time to process.

“Sarah?” I called quietly, trying to break into her introspection gently. That didn't work so I tried again, a bit louder, “Sarah?”

“Huh?”

“Honey, we have had the whole day to come to terms and discuss other things relating to it, you look the same as we did this morning. Like you have been hit by a two by four. I am going to suggest that Ellie and I write down some of our thoughts and then we pretend that you have come down with my pretend illness.” Then I smiled. “It is sort of true, I just wouldn't call it an illness. Anyway, I think Ellie and I should pick up Gabi and take her to my house tonight and give you the space to think about it and maybe discuss it with your mother. I promise not to tell Gabi unless I am forced by circumstance, or you are there with me. These tests are very accurate, but they still recommend we repeat the test a few days later.”

“I am pregnant?” Sarah asked me.

“Yes, honey,” I replied. Ellie and I gathered around Sarah and enveloped her in a hug. “Do you want us to text your mom and arrange to give you some space?”

Sarah nodded a bit vacantly.

I worked out that Sandra had only been gone for half an hour so it was too early to ask them to return. I did text her and asked her to text me when the meal was over.

A few minutes later my phone rang, she obviously couldn't wait that long.

“Hi Sandra,” I answered.

“I've sneaked off to the toilet. If Gabi comes in I will say something unrelated and put the phone down. Now tell me the goss! Are you or aren't you?”

“We all are,” I replied. Even I could hear the smile in my voice.

“Wow. I can tell you are happy about it, how is Sarah taking it?”

“Shellshocked. I am going to suggest that we pretend Sarah has the same condition as I had, so we will leave her in your tender mercies and take Gabi to my parents tonight. We can call it a self-limiting female issue.”

Sandra laughed. “So you will leave her in my hands, are you sure you want to do that?” she said.

“No,” I replied losing my joking voice and becoming serious. “To be honest I think we both want to be there for her and help her with this as we have helped each other. It is just that I don't want to tell Gabi until Sarah has decided what she wants to do and keeping Gabi away and unsuspecting is going to require the both of us. I think she deserves to have the space that we were fortunate enough to have and I can't think of another way to make it happen.” Then I turned jokey again. “I guess her mother will have to do, in a pinch.”

“I will look after her for you,” she replied with love in her voice. “As soon as dinner is over I will head back to you. I will text you when we are leaving and then let them know that Sarah is out of action and the new plan.”

I tried to get Sarah to eat but she wasn't interested, so I just made some sandwiches and brought them up so that we could stay with her. We put her to bed. Ellie stayed with her while I packed and then I stayed with her while Ellie packed. We were so used to travelling that getting our stuff together was quick and easy.

We then sat on the bed on either side of her writing our thoughts for her to read tomorrow. I thought she should know what my decision was going to be and why. I also thought I should talk about what I wanted for our future, including getting married, college and so on. I apologised for not being there for her when I so wanted to be. I even talked about my ideas for our engagement rings.

Sarah just lay there with her eyes closed. I would periodically stroke her, just to let her know we were here for her. I think this was hitting her a lot harder than I had expected. I did ask if she wanted to talk about it, but she didn't respond and I didn't push it.

When Gabi returned, she spent a few minutes lying on Sarah's chest holding her, not knowing what was going on, but knowing that something was wrong and hoping that a hug would help. Sarah held her back, which was the most response we had seen since we put her to bed.

Sarah's POV

I struggled to believe it. Staring at the stick and the plus sign, I was trying to drum into my brain, this is the reality, get a grip and accept it. Gabi had left half an hour ago with Ellie and Buffy. She knew something was up so I was going to have to get my shit together. She deserved to know, but she also needed to know how we were all going to respond. And I didn't know.

I read the letters that Buffy and Ellie had left for me. Buffy's was about what I expected. Ignoring the whole grandfather issue, which I don't think was really a consideration in Buffy's thinking, she was all about receiving the affection that she had been missing her whole life. We all loved her, but Gabi was the best at expressing it and making her feel it deep down in her heart. She was not going to do anything that might hurt that relationship.

Watching Gabi with Mia made it obvious that she would want us to have the babies. It wasn't in her nature to demand or even argue for what she wanted, she would accept any decision we made. It was possible that she would resent me if I had an abortion, though. I mean, she was told she could never have children and really wanted them. Finding out that we were pregnant would be like some kind of miracle, if I was to then tell her I was getting rid of it, I can only imagine the hurt she might feel. Over time it might destroy this wonderful family that we were building.

Buffy's letter was full of happiness and light. She talked about engagements, rings, weddings, honeymoon and even a plan for us all to go to college a year late, leaving the babies with Gabi to look after. She made it all sound so easy.

Ellie's letter was a complete surprise. It was only at the end that she told me her answer. She knew, I don't know how, but she knew. I had managed to tell them a little about my rape, but I had never told them much about the aftermath. Somehow Ellie guessed that this pregnancy was tripping some of my issues. Getting raped was bad enough and that dirty feeling never really went away. Whenever I thought about it, even now, there was a temptation to have a shower, but it didn't make me feel any cleaner. Then at the age of fourteen to find out that the rapist had left something behind, something growing inside you. I couldn't cope with it then and had to get it out of me.

Right now I was in a shocked numbed state. Emotionless. When the reality really kicked in, I wondered with a sickened horror if those same feelings would return. That desperate need to Get It Out Of Me!

Ellie shared something very personal in her letter. It gave a possible explanation as to why she struggled to emotionally connect to people and her own issues with the pregnancy. Apparently, Ellie had been a normal happy sociable baby. No evidence of shyness or any issues of any kind. Her parents had a night out when she was six months old and left her in the care of her uncle. No one knows what happened and whether he did anything and if he did, what he did, but after that night she was different. Bath time was part of her normal routine, but now she would scream her head off if she was ever brought near a bath. Her mother told her that it took months for her to be able to bath her again and it was never the happy event that it used to be. Her personality also seemed to change from happy to carefully observant, untrusting.

Ellie's parents confronted her uncle who swore that he didn't do anything. They had no proof and found it hard to imagine what he would even want to do to a baby, but clearly, something had happened. They warned their siblings, just in case and that uncle never babysat for anybody again. He is now living in Vietnam which sounds suspicious, as it would be easier to fulfil any perversions out there than here.

Whatever the cause, Ellie knew that she struggled to connect to people. It took someone who is almost the complete opposite to get through her barrier. Gabi trusts easily, has a huge heart that she shares easily and frequently. It boggles the mind to imagine her as a boy with that personality. Now Ellie finds herself pregnant. The thought of a little baby completely dependent on her for all its physical and emotional needs was terrifying. She knew from her reading that love was almost as important as food to a baby. They can literally die if starved of affection.

Then she realised that with Gabi, and us of course, but mainly Gabi, any child would never be without love. Not only that, she speculated and related this to my unknown hang-ups relating to this issue, that being pregnant and having a baby in such a loving environment would actually be a healing situation.

She finished by saying that she would be keeping the baby and that whatever I decided, she would support me and knew that Gabi would too. She told me that Gabi loved us all and would forgive me if I couldn't cope with the idea, but this also might be an opportunity to let go of the past and create a new association and emotion to tie to it.

Chapter 22 Buffy's POV

Gabi knew something was up. She had written the question down so I had no choice but to tell her something. I hated lying so I told her that it was a surprise, a pleasant one, but she was going to have to be patient. She accepted that, but we were now on a countdown. I also had to visit the kitchen to find out what we were going to be fed for dinner and work out if any of the food was prohibited for pregnant women. The fact that I had asked for the menu was out of character, so again, time was running out.

I text messaged Sarah, not to put any pressure on her, just to let her know. She replied that she would join us at five pm. She wanted to talk to us without Gabi and then all of us could speak to Gabi. She then proposed that I arrange for all the interested parties to be invited to dinner tonight so that we could tell everyone at the same time without a suggestion of favouritism. Sarah had already spoken to her mother who would pretend that she didn't know.

I thought inviting everyone would be also giving the game away, but then realised that no one was going to guess. They might suspect that we were going to make our relationship more official. We found it hard to believe, so our parents and my grandfather would never predict what we were going to say. To make sure everyone was present I did say that we were going to make an important announcement.

I made sure that Gabi was taking a bath just before five and found a room that we could use without anyone likely to hear us. I did tell Gabi that Sarah would arrive while she was in the bath, we would go over our surprise and come and get her when we were ready. Gabi acknowledged my statement with the light of curiosity shining in her eyes.

Sarah arrived with her luggage in tow and needed to see Gabi before she was ready to talk to us, so we returned to our room for Sarah to smile tenderly at Gabi and kiss her sweetly on her forehead. Then I led us to the study. The room was lockable but I didn't have the key, so I just placed a chair against the door to give us some semblance of privacy.

“How are you doing? Feeling better now you have had time to process?” I asked her.

She sat down in one of the chairs and let out a deep sigh. “I am finding this very hard,” she admitted. “I don't want to talk about why, but the idea of being pregnant scares the shit out of me.”

Ellie walked behind Sarah and gripped her shoulder. Sarah looked up and smiled.

“I think we are all broken, in our different ways and if we are going to have a successful relationship between the four of us, when we hit one of our triggers, we need to acknowledge it and rely on each other to keep standing,” Ellie quietly said.

Sarah reached up to touch the hand on her shoulder, with tears in her eyes. “I have come to a decision. Being pregnant is going to be hard emotionally for me, but if I was ever going to be willing to go through with it, it would be for Gabi. If I don't do it, I never will and I think I would regret it. I am going to keep the baby. I am not going to let him win.”

Sarah was looking down in her lap. 'Him' I mouthed to Ellie who mouthed back 'rapist'.

“Oh, honey. We will be there for you,” I said, getting on my knees in front of her to hold her hands.

There was a pause while we comforted her as best we could.

“Right. Nuff of that sappy shit,” Sarah said, sniffing. “How do we tell her?”

“We can't just tell her she is going to be a father, as strange as that sentence sounds. We could hardly believe it and it happened to us. Maybe a rehash of our first lovemaking and where the sperm ended up,” I suggested.

“I don't think we should call her the father. She is going to mother them more than we will and I think we should express our intentions from the beginning,” Ellie interjected.

“I liked the idea of us proposing to her,” Sarah said. Then she smiled. “In fact, I took the liberty of going to a jeweller today. To do anything like you were suggesting, Buffy, would be a custom job and take some time. However...”

Sarah pulled out three small boxes and opened them. Inside each was nestled two thin rings of gold, one reddish in colour, one whitish and the other normal yellow. “These don't have to be the actual rings, I just thought if we were going to propose we needed something to do it with.”

We both hugged and kissed Sarah in gratitude.

“Why don't we tell Gabi and save the proposal for the dinner tonight?” I asked.

We spent a few minutes rehearsing what we were going to say. I was going to do most of the explanation but the important bits we wanted to do together, which would take some coordination and we needed to say the same words.

We crept up to Gabi relaxing in the bath with her eyes closed.

“She looks so cute and innocent,” Ellie commented, which startled her to open her eyes.

Gabi looked around at us all and gave us a big smile. She is quite a fast healer and already most of the swelling around her face was down and what was there could easily be covered by makeup.

She started getting out, so I got her a towel and wrapped her up in it with a hug I just couldn't resist giving her.

“Let me do it,” Sarah said, as she took control and started drying Gabi for us, gently, lovingly.

Gabi had managed to keep her hair dry in a shower cap so I removed it and used my fingers to run through her hair. Ellie meanwhile gathered the clothes that we had earlier decided Gabi was going to wear to this dinner.

One of us helped Gabi while the others got ready as well, so we were all in evening gowns, dressed to the nines and made up for the wonderful evening to come. I was starting to feel a little nervous and I could tell Sarah was as well. Ellie probably was but I could almost never tell when she was agitated. I knew Gabi was going to be delighted about our pregnancies. We all were pretty sure she would say yes to our proposal, but there is always a little niggle of doubt and this was so important, so any doubts get magnified.

I pulled a chair to be close to the bed and gestured for Gabi to sit in the chair while we settled on the edge of the bed.

“Gabi we have something wonderful to tell you, but I need to explain myself a bit first and you need to remember that you are not allowed to talk. You don't need to say anything, just nod or shake your head, OK?” I began.

Gabi put one finger up as a gesture to wait and then got up and fetched her pad and pen, before settling again.

“Alright. Let's go back to a very fond memory of mine. Do you remember the first time we made love?” I asked her.

She nodded with a smile.

“Not to be too crude about it, Sarah made you cum while you were on top of me, you then lay back while Ellie rubbed herself on you while Sarah mounted me. That means the sperm that you produced was rubbed into all of our vaginas.” I paused while that sank in.

Gabi was getting a very wild eye look and her breathing had sped up. I looked at Sarah and Ellie, reaching to hold their hand and then looked back at Gabi.

“Remember, no talking, Gabi. On three girls. One, two, three, I am pregnant,” I said.

“I am pregnant,” Ellie and Sarah echoed. Not quite in sync but close.

Gabi gasped and leapt out of the chair to try and hug us all at once, tears running down her face.

Chapter 23

My parents only know one way to have dinner which was significantly more formal than I usually liked. When I was younger I frequently ate with the servants in the kitchen, but tonight deserved a little pizazz. This meant we were all circulating for a meet and greet while the aperitifs and some hors d'oeuvres were served.

This gave me the opportunity to introduce Gabi to my parents and my grandfather. My parents smiled and told us they were delighted, but the smile never reached their eyes. My grandfather, or Pops as he liked to be known, bluntly asked why he was invited. I told him I had an announcement, but he would have to wait like everyone else. According to the dining etiquette rules that my family followed, my parents would make a toast at the beginning of the meal, but we would have to wait until the dessert course before we could speak.

We also had to introduce our invited guests to my family which included both Sarah's and Ellie's parents as well as Lisa with Mia, Chloe, Bonny and Aaron's parents, Derek and Susan. It had been short notice and I had to hint that we would be making a special announcement to encourage everyone to attend. To be honest, I expected some of them to tell me they couldn't make it, but I think Gabi has made a big impression on all of them. My house has more bedrooms than sense, so they were all invited to stay. I had needed to ask my parents before offering the dinner and bedrooms, but they accepted that I would make an announcement worthy of it. Besides, they loved throwing these types of parties, showing others how much they were worth and their superior class.

I was pretty sure that everyone was expecting some kind of engagement proposal. That was still going to happen, but the pregnancy was going to be a shock to most of them. I had no doubts that grandfather was going to be thrilled. His condition wouldn't actually be met until a child was born, but just the possibility would excite him. Despite his grumpy demeanour he loved kids and spoilt them when he could. I would just have to make sure he spread his affection to all of our kids.

The dinner I am sure was delicious, but I hardly tasted it I was so nervous. I saw a similar nervousness in both Sarah and Ellie, although Ellie hid it best. I was excited, but scared and couldn't stop staring at Gabi who was beaming at anyone and everyone, but I guess her dreams had just come true in triplicate. It was unfortunate that she was unable to speak and express her happiness verbally. I had no doubts that she would show us in different ways how happy she was.

I was caught slightly by surprise when Sarah started tapping her glass to politely request quiet. As planned we all three stood up. Gabi went to stand up and we urged her to do so but stay about a step away.

“First of all, thank you so much for coming,” I started. “Some of you have dropped everything and flown in at very short notice,” I said looking at the girls and Aaron's parents, “We all really appreciate it. We have some joyous news and we wanted to share it with our friends and family. Now remember Gabi has had some throat surgery recently, so, as much as she may want to, she needs to contain her joy, but I think you can all agree that we will understand her meaning from her expressions.”

“The relationship we are in is not a traditional one,” Sarah continued. “However, all I think parents want for their children is for them to be happy and we are. Our first announcement is one that has made us even happier. Right girls, ready?” she asked, looking at me and Ellie.

We both nodded our heads.

“Raise your hand if you are pregnant,” Sarah said and then all three of us tried to coordinate raising our hands at the same time.

“Bravo!” Pops shouted.

I smiled at him happily.

There were cheers and congratulations, but we weren't finished, so after giving it a few minutes, Sarah started tapping her glass again.

“Ready girls?” I asked.

The three of us moved so that we all faced Gabi from a small step distance, looked at each other nervously and then settled onto one knee, pulling out a small jewellery case each.

“One, two, three,” Sarah whispered.

“Will you marry me?” All three of us asked at the same time.

Gabi opened her mouth.

“Don't speak,” I said quickly before she did any damage.

She put her hand over her mouth, tears running down her face as she nodded her head exaggeratedly and then rushed towards us.

I looked around my heart so full of joy, catching the girls with tears in their eyes. I think this was the happiest moment in my life and to think it all started because I couldn't resist Gabi's sad smile.

The End.