Arlene fired up a cigarette and exhaled angrily and glared at her son. "I still can't believe this. Didn't they teach you anything in school? Didn't your father and I teach you anything? What about sports? Did you ever stop to think about that? You know you can't play sports if you smoke. Are you stupid? Tell me Hank because I want to know. Do your friends smoke? Is that it? Is this some kind of peer pressure thing?"

Hank shook his head no as he struggled to fight back the tears.

"Then what is it Hank? Why in the the world would you do something so stupid? Did you think it would make you look all tough and grown-up like your father?"

"No."

"Did you want to try it because you saw someone you like in the movies doing it?"

"Nooo!"

"Then tell me why you're so stupid Hank! Tell me why?"

"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE LIKE YOU MOM!" screamed Hank. "I love you so much and you hate me so much." He fell to his knees and started bawling.

Arlene was flabbergasted. She was overwhelmed by her son's display of emotions. Even more, she had heard what he said about wanting to be like her. She didn't understand it but she had heard it. She'd seen the pain in his face and knew he had tried his best not to say it. Her heart had ached when he said he loved her. How could he think she hated him? She was angry and confused but she loved him with every breath she took. She fell beside him on her own knees and pulled his wet face to her chest.

"I don't hate you," she said. "I love you more than life itself. I'm just trying to understand."

"Me too," choked Hank.

Arlene stood up and took him by the hand, leading him to her bed where they sat down on the mattress. "You said you want to be like me. Why did you say that?"

Hank didn't hesitate. "Because its true. I want to be like you."

"But you're a boy. A boy should want to be like his father."

"I know that, and I do kind of, but not really. At least thats not what I think about. I just think about what it would be like to be you."'

"I'm still not sure what you mean. Are you saying you like the kind of person I am and the things I stand for? Or are you talking about being like me physically?"

"Both," said Hank. "I think you're the greatest person in the whole universe and you're so beautiful. Everything you do looks so wonderful when you do it. Its like I want to do everything you do the same way you do it."

Arlene followed his gaze as it focused on her cigarette while he was talking. "So I'm the reason you started smoking," she asked?

He wanted to be truthful, but then again, he didn't want to make her feel worse.

"Its okay Hank. I think I need to hear this.

Hank nodded. "I"m sorry. Please don't hate me."

Arlene rubbed the back of his neck with her hand. "I don't baby. Maybe I should be flattered. You know what they say about imitation being the sincerest form of flattery?"

Hank sniffed and wiped his eyes.

Arlene got up and put her cigarette out. "So how long has this been going on," she asked?

Hank laughed. The sound of his laughter reflected his relief. "A real long time," he said. "Forever, I guess."

Arlene smiled as she sat back down on the bed beside him. "Tell me about it and don't leave anything out."

"I don't know Mom. Some of it is kind of embarrassing."

"Then those are the parts I especially want to hear. It means they're the most important. Who knows? Maybe I did or thought the same things when I was your age."

Hank shook his head. "I don't think so. Probably not."

"Tell me anyway and start at the beginning."

"Okay, well for starters, I guess I've always thought you were like the coolest person in the world for as long as I can remember. I'm talking like when I was probably five or six. I used to watch you do everything and then I'd try to do it like you did."

Arlene scowled. "I hope you weren't smoking like me when you were five or six."

Hank laughed. "No, but I pretended to. I used pencils and pens and pretzels. I didn't start using real cigarettes until I was eight or nine."

"What? You started smoking then?"

"No! I was just holding them. They weren't even lit. I was just pretending. I didn't start smoking for real until about a year ago."

"I see," said Arlene. "So do you like the way you feel when you smoke?"

"Yeah, but its hard to explain."

"Well does it feel physically good or is there something else about it that you like?"

"Definitely both. I know it makes me feel good, but there's more to it than that. Its like when you asked me if it made me feel manly and grown-up like Dad. Well it doesn't make me feel like Dad. It makes feel like you and that's the part I like."

"So what else do you do like me?"

"I don't know. You know. Just things."

"Oh really? Like what?"

"I can't say Mom. Its too weird, but I'm not going to do it anymore so it really doesn't matter. The thing is that I really love you a lot and there's a lot of times when I wish I could be more like you, to know what it feels like. Its really dumb and I don't even know why I'm telling you this."

Arlene rubbed her eyes and then she put her cigarette out. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise I won't be mad or think less of you."

Hank shook his head no.

"Okay then. I'll tell you what I think it is and you tell me if I'm right."

Hank agreed, knowing she'd never guess his shameful secret.

"Are you drinking alcohol?"

"No...not really. Dad lets me have a sip of his beer sometimes when we're watching football or baseball, but its not like I've ever drank a whole can of beer or anything."

Arlene nodded as if she were satisfied with his answer. She sighed and placed her hand on his thigh. "I didn't think you were drinking."

"Then why'd you ask?"

She shrugged. "Because I didn't know how to ask you what I really wanted to ask you, so I guess I'll just come out and say it. Don't take this the wrong way, but someone has been getting into my closet and dresser and I thought it was Tommy, but now I think it might be you."

Hank's jaw dropped and the moisture in his mouth evaporated.

"It's okay honey. I'm not mad. Please don't be embarrassed. I'm sure a lot of boys your age have probably played around with their mother's clothes."

His eyes watered and his lips trembled as he looked at her.

"But I think those boys are probably just curious about women in general and I think it might be different with you."

"I'm not gay Mom. I promise. Please don't tell Dad what I did. He'll hate me."

"Your father won't hate you Hank. He loves you. We both love you."

"But I don't want him to know!"

"He already does."

"You told him?"

"Yes. But I didn't say it was you. I told him about thinking that someone was playing with my clothes and I told him that I thought it might be Tommy."

"Okay then," pleaded Hank. "So don't tell him. He doesn't need to know. I'm not going to do it anymore anyway."

"Its okay Hank. He wasn't mad when he thought it was Tommy so he won't be made when he knows its you."

"But Mom..."

"He's your father and he needs to know."

"No he doesn't. He never has to know. You don't have to tell him."

"He's your father and he needs to know but I don't have to tell him tonight. Maybe you can tell him yourself later, when the time is right."

"Uh-uh. No way."

"We'll cross that bridge later. Right now we have to deal with your smoking. He already knows about that because he caught you."

"And he hates me for it too. You saw the way he was looking at me when he told you about catching me."

"Quit saying he hates you. Nobody hates you. He was just angry and disappointed. We both were."

"I'm so sorry."

"I know you are and I'm sure this and everything else must make you feel like its the end of your world, but it isn't. Things will get better. You'll see."

Hank sniffed and wiped his eyes.

Arlene placed her arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. "Well at least now I know why you got caught with my Virginia Slims instead of your father's Winstons."

Hank forced a nervous laugh. "I told him that I took yours because they were easier to get."

"How would you feel if we got you some nice clothes of your own? I know we're about the same size and you could wear mine, but I was thinking it might be better if you had some things of your own."

Hank croaked. "I couldn't do that Mom."

"Why not? You do it with my clothes. Since you're probably going to keep doing it, I think it makes sense for you to have your own clothes. I also think it would be a good idea for you to explore this side of yourself. Maybe you'll get it out of your system or maybe you'll figure out that it really makes you happy."

"I don't think so Mom. Its just too embarrassing. I wouldn't want anyone to see me."

"You're just saying that because you're afraid you'll look silly, but I think if you let me help you, you'd be proud of the way you look. All you need is a little make-up and your eyebrows shaped. Of course you'd need a wig and some breast forms, but other than that, you have the perfect features. Your nose is small and your lips are full. You have nice cheekbones too."

His breathing became more labored as he visualized his mother's offer to make him over. She was right in thinking he was afraid. "I can't Mom. I'm a boy."

"A boy who wants to feel what its like to be a woman," she said softly. "Its okay, I know you're scared. We'll figure it out later. In the meantime, I need to decide what to do about your smoking."

Hank took a deep breath and braced for his punishment. At best he could expect to be grounded for two weeks without allowance. The worst she'd probably do is ground him for the rest of the summer. But that would screw up their family vacation with the Dicksons and their kids. It wasn't as if they'd leave him at home by himself, but it would certainly be nice if they did. Then again, a week with Mrs. Dickson in Disneyland was nothing to sneeze at either.

"I'll talk to your father tonight. No promises, but I think I can get him to go easy on you."

"Thanks Mom. I love you."

"I know you do honey. And after tonight, I know it more than I ever did. I love you too darling." She stood up and kissed him on the top of his head. "And don't you worry about it. Some day all your dreams will come true."

This is a Smoking Fetish / TG Story. It's about Hank, a boy who gets caught smoking and winds up with Parental Permission to do the things he's always dreamed about and some of the things he never would have dreamed about doing. They're short chapters and should come in at one a day. It's bizarre and unbelievable from afar, but when viewed up close, it can be a fun ride. There is no time element- maybe it happened in the 70's or maybe it happened last week. Oh, did I mention this is a Smoking Fetish / TG Story?

Hank Wilson woke up the next morning somewhat surprised and disappointed to discover he was still alive.

I got caught smoking, he thought. I told my mom everything. She knows about the clothes. Now she thinks I'm some kind of sissy.

He sat up in bed and looked around his room. His walls and shelves were covered with trophies and sports medals. How could he have done what he did? And more importantly, why did he feel compelled to keep doing it?

It was as if he were two people, one male and the other not. His feelings didn't make sense to him. He liked being a boy. He was good at it. He wasn't one of those boys who felt as if his life would have been better if he had been born a girl.

He wasn't a fag or a sissy or anything like that. He liked girls. He loved them. If anything, he loved them too much. And his mom- she was like the queen of them all. Arlene Wilson was Hank's standard for judging all other females, both girls and women.

Girls and women, thought Hank as he dangled his legs off the side of the bed. There is a difference and his mom was definitely the latter. Last night, under duress, he had confessed to her that she was indeed his role model.

Today and for the rest of his life, he would have to face his parents with the knowledge that he was not their ideal son. He had always known that, but now they knew it too. His father had caught him smoking like a punk and now his mother knew his secret.

Getting caught smoking had been very bad, but it had also been good in a way. It had changed the relationship between him and his mother. She'd been angry at first, even angrier than his dad had been. But all that changed the moment he blurted out the truth.

A ticklish feeling shot down his groin as he recalled the confession he gave. How could he have been so honest with her about his private feelings? And why had she seemed so understanding and eager to help him explore them?

Had she really offered to make him over and buy him his own womanly things? He replayed the conversation in his head and indeed she had. And he had turned her down.

Of course I turned her down! What kind of guy does she think I am? The answer of course was obvious. She thinks I'm a sissy.

He got out of bed and threw on some shorts and a tee shirt before going down stairs. At least my dad went to work already, he thought as he walked past his little brother's room.

Tommy's door was open so that meant he was already awake and downstairs. He'd been fortunate that Tommy had been at his friend's house when his dad caught him smoking.

Tommy looked up to him and the thought of Tommy finding out about the smoking made Hank sick to his stomach. Hopefully Mom and Dad will keep this between us, he thought as he walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning Honey," said Arlene as she poured milk into Tommy's cereal.

Tommy looked up from his bowl and shouted out his brother's name. The look on his face reeked of respect and admiration for his big brother.

"Hey Toad," said Hank as he got a glass from the cupboard and poured some juice.

Tommy laughed. He loved it when his big brother called him a toad. He turned to his mom and asked, "Is Hank really a smoker now like you and Daddy?"

"Yes sweetie. He is?"

Orange juice flowed over the lip of the glass and spilled across the counter and on to the floor. Hank's knees buckled as he turned and faced his mother and brother.

Arlene shot him a nervous but happy smile. "Surprise honey. I talked to your father last night. I told him everything."

Tommy tugged on the sleeve of his mother's nightgown. "Is Hank really going to be a lady like you Mommy?"

"Yes sweetie. But not all of the time. Just some of the time."

Recognizing that her son was in a state of shock, Arlene got up from the table and helped him with the spill.

She had betrayed him! How could she? "You told Dad," he said. "You told Tommy."

"I had to honey. It was the only way I could think of to get you out of the closet."

"Hank was hiding in his closet?" asked Tommy.

"No dear. That's just a figure of speech. Don't worry about it."

"You ruined my life," said Hank. "I trusted you."

"You're just upset right now because this is new. Once you get used to the idea of people knowing, it won't bother you as much."

"People knowing? Did you tell someone else?"

"Of course not honey. I'm just talking about our family. You don't have to hide it around us any more. You can be your self. I thought you'd be happy."

Hank burst into tears as his mother embraced him. He wanted to push her away but her hug felt so warm. And then he felt a second hug around his hips. Wiping his eyes, he looked down to see Tommy wrapped around his leg, doing his best to make it a group hug. He reached down and rubbed his hand against his brother's head. He still loves me, thought Hank.

This is the third installment of Parental Permission. Start with chapter 01. First and foremost, this is a Smoking Fetish / TG fiction story. It's about Hank, a teenage boy who gets caught smoking by his parents. This is the story of him getting parental permission to do the things he's always wanted to do but didn't have the guts to do on his own. It's a personal adventure story. How would you feel if your parents had told you it was okay to be yourself, even if you didn't know what that was yet? How would you have felt if they had supported you in finding out? How would they have felt? Hank is about to find out. By the way, did I mention this is a smoking fetish / TG fiction story? It is.

Arlene had warned Hank that the first couple weeks or so might feel awkward until the family got used to the idea. That was an understatement as far as Hank was concerned. But she had also told him that his newfound freedom to express his femininity would yield joy and satisfaction beyond his wildest dreams if he would just relax and enjoy it.

The change in lifestyle didn't happen overnight. It came in small daily increments, making it easier for the entire family to adjust to the new situation.

Arlene began Hank's introduction to womanhood by presenting him as a Virginia Slims smoker to his brother and father. She gave him a sophisticated looking brown leather cigarette case to carry them in. Hank was both embarrassed and proud of the case.

Paul Wilson looked the other way whenever his son pulled a cigarette from his pretty leather case and lit it with his pink lighter. Tommy, on the other hand, was impressed by his big brother's new adult status as a smoker. One of the worst moments of the first day came after dinner when his mother criticized him for holding his cigarette like a man.

Hank knew he'd never forget the look on his father's face when his mother encouraged him to be more ladylike when he smoked. He knew it was difficult enough for his father to see him smoking at all, much less doing it so elegantly like his mother.

Of course his mom had explained everything to his father beforehand, but in some ways, that just made Hank feel worse. At least he knows I'm really addicted to these things and I'm not faking it, he thought as he held his long white cigarette aloft in a feminine salute.

I'm wearing panties, he thought. Dad can't see them but he knows I'm wearing them. He looked down at his shoulder. He couldn't see the bra strap through the Polo's dark knit loose fitting fabric, but he could feel it as it dug into his skin. It was his mom's bra. Even though he didn't have anything on his chest to fill the cups, it was still tight. Dad knows I'm wearing it though, because Mom told him.

Arlene Wilson had told her husband everything she knew about their son. She told him it was Hank, not Tommy, who had been getting into her clothes and undergarments. She told him about their son's feminine side and his need to explore it. She told him it wasn't Hanks fault.

Paul Wilson was depressed. He blamed himself. He wondered if there was something he could have done to prevent it. Arlene told him that Hank was born this way and there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it. My son is a sissy, he thought as he watched Hank take a draw from his wife's cigarette.

Arlene Wilson smiled across the the table at Hank as she lit her own cigarette. She wanted to make him feel comfortable and at ease. She'd been a teenage smoker once and remembered how stressful it had been when she told her own parents about her addiction. She also remembered how liberated she felt after getting it over and putting it behind her. She hoped Hank would feel the same way. But he has so much more to deal with than I ever did, she thought.

Her husband had asked her if this meant Hank would start wearing dresses and dating boys. She told him she didn't know. She reminded him that Hank was just as confused and in pain over this as they were.

Paul Wilson was hoping for the best possible outcome. He and his wife had discussed it in detail when they both suspected their youngest son of pilfering her clothes. She had researched the issue in great detail. She told him there was a good chance that Tommy was only a crossdresser. Only a crossdresser, thought Paul? Arlene explained to him that lots of seemingly normal heterosexual men had fetishes for women's clothes. She told him that Tommy might be satisfied with wearing a pair of panties and a bra under his regular clothes. But this wasn't Tommy. It was Hank.

Over the past year, Paul and Arlene had become knowledgeable on different types of fetish and sexuality issues. The most unnerving aspect of all was how tragic things could turn if the issues were ignored or squashed. Paul loved his children and wanted to do right by them, but it was still very difficult.

Paul had laughed when Arlene told him that Hank had a "smoking fetish". He tried to put her mind at ease by explaining that lots of guys are attracted to women that smoke. He reminded her that he himself had always thought she was sexy when she smoked.

Arlene told Paul that in Hank's case, it was much more than being sexually turned on by women that smoke. He looked across the table at Hank and recalled his wife's exact words. "Hank needs to smoke like a woman."

He still held out hope that Hank's urges and needs would be satisfied by allowing him to smoke like a woman rather than dressing and living like one. But he understood there was a legitimate possibility that he would lose a son and gain a daughter.

Arlene convinced him that this summer would be a good time to encourage Hank to explore his femininity, but they needed to do so without making him feel uncomfortable. It was her idea to start him off with a bra and panties underneath his regular clothes. By the end of summer, Paul feared he would see his son wearing dresses and make-up just like his wife.

Later that night, as Hank was preparing for bed, his mother brought him one of her old nightgowns and several more pairs of her older panties.

"I suppose you've probably worn this one before," she said as she handed him the long silky nightgown.

Hank immediately recognized it as one of his favorites and blushed as he took it from her. "Yeah, I used to put it on and smoke in front of your mirror whenever you and Dad went out."

Arlene smiled playfully. "Well now you don't have to wait until we go out."

Hank shook his head. "I can't do that in front of you and Dad. Especially not in front of Tommy."

"Yes you can and you should," said Arlene. "I bet you look very pretty when you're smoking in it. As a matter of fact, I think you'd look even prettier if you let me put some make-up on you and buy you some clothes of your own that fit properly."

Hank blushed again. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

******

The rest of the first week was uneventful and pleasant compared to the first couple days, but the second week started with a bang when Mrs. Dickson, his mother's best friend stopped by to talk with Hank's mom about the Florida vacation they were taking together.

Mrs. Dickson's first name was Barbara. Her husband's name was Sam, but everyone called him "Big Dick". They had a little boy named Peter who was four- a year younger than Tommy. Tommy loved the vacations because he had a friend to pal around with. Hank loved the vacations because he could watch his mom and Mrs. Dickson smoke.

Hank followed Mrs. Dickson into the kitchen and took a seat at the end of the table, close enough to watch both women but not so close as to appear like an intruder.

Even though his parents had given him their permission to smoke openly, he was too paranoid to do it outside the house or in the presence of anyone other than his family. His penis expanded at the thought of Mrs. Dickson seeing him smoke but he had left his cigarette case in the living room for good reason.

He realized there was a good chance that she would see him smoking during their vacation and this excited him greatly. Since they were going with the Dicksons, he would ask his mom if it would be okay if he smoked his Dad's Winstons while they were on their trip. He didn't want the Dicksons to see him smoking his mom's Virginia Slims, especially not with the leather cigarette case.

Several minutes passed before the conversation turned to him. He'd been so mesmerized by Mrs. Dickson's smoking that he forgot he was sitting at the table.

"So Hank, your mom told me that you've joined our little club. Are you excited about it?"

Mrs. Dickson's question caught him off guard. What did she mean by "club"? Was she talking about the "smoker's club" or the "women's club"? Surely his mom didn't tell Mrs. Dickson about him wearing bras and panties.

Hank blushed and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I don't want you to feel self-conscious about smoking in front of me and Big Dick when we go on vacation," she said as she lit one of her lovely brown Mores.

He was overcome with relief. She was just talking about smoking. Not that that wasn't a big deal, but he had expected it. "Thanks. I'll try not to be," he said.

"I know this isn't your regular brand," said Mrs. Dickson, as she clutched the long More between her teeth and removed another from her red pack, "but would you like to try one?"

Hank looked at his mother and she nodded her approval.

"Thanks," said Hank as he took the cigarette and lighter from Mrs. Dickson and lit it. His penis immediately hardened as the smoke filled his lungs. What a rush! He was smoking Mrs. Dickson's cigarette right in front of her. His head spun and he wondered if he was about to pass out.

"Are you okay," asked Mrs. Dickson? "Is my cigarette too strong for you?"

Hank shook his head violently. "No. This is nice. I like it. Thanks."

Mrs. Dickson smiled at him. "Good. I was worried because you looked a little wobbly. You're probably nervous about smoking in front of me for the first time, aren't you?"

Hank nodded and took another pull from the cigarette.

"It gets easier. You'll see," said Mrs. Dickson. "By the way, I think you look very mature and grown-up as a smoker."

Hank sat up straight and beamed.

"Why don't you show Mrs. Dickson the pretty cigarette case I got for you," said Arlene.

Hank closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened them, his mom and Mrs Dickson were still there.

"Its okay Honey. Mrs. Dickson knows. I told her and she's fine with it. That's why she's here. She wants to help."

"You know," said Mrs. Dickson, "there's no one in Orlando who knows who you are. I bet you'd have a fun time dressing up as a girl and going out in public. You could be a girl the whole time you're there."

"Who else knows," asked Hank?

"Well I did tell Big Dick and little Peter," said Mrs. Dickson. "But I promise you that its okay with them, and its certainly okay with me. I think spending a week with you as a girl would be so much fun. Don't you?"

This is chapter 4 of a Smoking Fetish / TG fiction story. Hank has agreed to go on vacation as a girl. Problem is that Hank doesn't want to look like a teenage girl. He wants to look like a woman his mom's age. He gets Parental Permission to do so. How does he react to the new look? How does his family react?

Hank had said 'yes' to Mrs. Dickson when she asked him to dress like a girl for their vacation at Disney World. He still couldn't believe he had agreed to it, but he had. He was scared, but he was also excited. His mother was excited too.

She praised him for having the courage to express himself. She told him he wouldn't regret it.

"But what if someone figures out I'm really a boy," asked Hank?

"You're going to be with us, so you'll be safe. Besides, its like Mrs. Dickson said. No one in Orlando knows who you are. And if you play it safe around the house, no one here will find out here either. We park the car in the garage, so no one will see you coming and going."

Hank thought about it and supposed his mother was right. Still, it would be a disaster if any of his friends from school saw him.

"We're going to have so much fun shopping for your clothes," said Arlene excitedly. "But first I need to take you to the salon. And then we'll need to something about your chest. Maybe we can get you a padded bra. Most teenage girls do have a little something upstairs after all." She paused when she saw the look of hesitation on Hank's face. "What's wrong honey? You look bothered. Did I say something wrong?"

Hank shook his head. "No. Not really. I guess I'm still just a little freaked out over this."

"I'm sure you are. But there's something else. Isn't there?"

"I don't know. Yeah. I guess. Kind of. But its not a big deal."

"Then tell me what it is," said Arlene.

"I don't want to look like a teenage girl," he said.

"But I thought..."

"I don't want to look like a teenage girl Mom. I want to look like you."

"Like me?"

"Yeah, like a real woman. At least while we're on vacation. You know, to see what its like to be more like you."

"But honey. I'm 42 years old. I'm an old lady compared to you."

"Not to me you're not. I think you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world and I want to be just like you."

"Are you saying you'd rather pick through my closet than go shopping in a store?"

"You'd be okay with that," asked Hank?

"I suppose so," said Arlene as she sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette.

Hank sat next to her. "I hurt your feelings, didn't I? I'm sorry."

She patted his hand. "Don't be. Its my fault for misunderstanding you in the first place. I was thinking of girls and women as being the same thing and they're not. I'm glad you told me, or else I might have dressed you in pig-tails and bobby-socks."

"I love you Mom. You know that, right?"

"I love you too," said Arlene, "but it sounds like I'll need to start thinking about you as more of a sister than a daughter, if we're going to do this right. This really means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

Hank sighed and wiped a tear from his eye. "It does, but I can't explain it. But I've felt this way for a long time."

"Have you thought about how far you want to go with this?"

"You mean like sex change stuff?"

"Actually I was talking about the vacation, but I'd like to hear about that too, that is if you've given it some thought."

"Not really," said Hank. "Having a penis doesn't bother me. I just wish I had boobs, big ones, like yours."

Arlene laughed. "Mine aren't big. They're just saggy because I'm old."

"Then that's exactly the kind I want," said Hank.

"Okay then, I think I can handle that part. I'll take you to a store that sells breast forms. They make them in all sizes and shapes, so I'm sure we'll find something you like. I think they sell hip padding too. If you want to look my age, you'll need more of a caboose than you have right now."

"What about my face and hair," asked Hank?

"We'll get your breast forms and padding today, and tomorrow I'll take you to see Brenda at the salon I go to. If she can't fix you up, nobody can. We should also get your ears pierced while we're out today."

*****

Hank's salon appointment wasn't until 12:00, so he and his mother spent the morning going through her closet looking for something he could wear.

"I can't believe how well my clothes fit you," she said.

Hank laughed. "I already knew they'd fit."

"I bet you did," said Arlene as she picked up her son's cigarette case. "Do you mind? I left mine downstairs."

"You know I don't mind. I like sharing things with you."

"So I've gathered," said Arlene as she lit the cigarette and handed the case to Hank. "Light one up so I can see what my son looks like smoking like an old lady."

Hank laughed and lit a cigarette. "I still look like a boy from the neck up."

"Right now you do, but wait until Brenda gets a hold of you. Did I tell you she used to work in Hollywood as a make-up artist before she opened her own salon?"

"Only about a million times since yesterday," said Hank.

"Are you sure you don't mind going there without a wig or make-up? Its like you said, you do look like a boy from the neck up."

"Its okay. I can do it. Its not like I have much of a choice if I want to do this and I really do want to do this."

"I can tell," said Arlene. "Have I ever told you that I'm proud of you."

"Only two million times since I was born," said Hank.

******

Brenda had advised her receptionist to be on the lookout for Arlene and her son, who would probably be dressed like a woman.

The receptionist spotted them as soon as they walked in. She politely greeted them and immediately escorted them to back of the salon where Brenda was finishing with a customer.

Brenda stopped what she was doing and allowed Arlene to introduce her to Hank.

"I like your dress," said Brenda. "Of course I'd like it better on you if you looked old enough to wear it, but I guess that's why you're here."

"Yes Mamm," said Hank.

She reached out took his chin in her hand and moved his head from side to side. "Nice profile. Good cheeks, strong nose. I can work with this." She turned to Arlene. "I can take him from 16 to 60 in less than three hours."

"Forty-five or less will be just fine," said Arlene.

"It's going to take three hours to do my make-up every day," asked Hank?

Brenda laughed. "No sweetie. It's going to take that long today because I'm giving you the works; brows, nails, wax, and a make-over. But you better plan on taking at least an hour every morning to get ready, if you want to look your best."

"Okay."

"You can take a look at the wigs while I'm finishing up Darlene. Unlike you, she wants to look younger than her real age."

*****

Paul and Tommy were in the living room watching TV when Hank and Arlene came home from the salon. It was the first time either of them had seen Hank fully dressed and made-up as a woman.

Paul was speechless but Tommy couldn't stop talking. It took Hank and his mother more than two minutes to convince him that it was really Hank.

Arlene asked Tommy if he thought Hank looked pretty.

"Yeah! He's really pretty, and he looks like a mommy now.

"Thanks Tommy," said Hank as he set his purse on the table and removed the brown leather cigarette case from it.

He pulled a cigarette from the case with his long nails and loaded it between his painted lips.

"Your brother is right. You look really nice and very grown up," said Paul as he watched his son wrestle with his pink lighter.

"Thanks Dad," said Hank as he continued hand to hand combat with the uncooperative lighter. "Darn! My nails are too long. How do you do this Mom?"

Paul dug a lighter from his pocket and stepped forward. "Let me get that for you honey."

Hank leaned forward and dipped the tip of his cigarette into his father's flame. His dad's hand was shaking so Hank steadied it with his own. After it was lit, he looked away and exhaled off to the side. "Thanks Dad!"

Paul blushed and stowed the lighter back in his pocket. "I don't think anyone is going to believe I'm old enough to be your dad, looking the way you do."

"I"m sorry," said Hank.

"Don't be. That wasn't a cut. You really do look great. I just want you to be happy and I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thanks Dad. Me too."

*****

That night after dinner, Paul excused himself and Tommy from the table to watch the baseball game on TV. He usually excused Hank as well, but this time he felt uncomfortable doing so.

As they were cleaning up the kitchen and putting the dishes away, Arlene asked Hank why he wasn't watching the game with his father and Tommy.

"I don't know," said Hank.

"I thought baseball was one of your favorite sports. Or were you just pretending to like it?"

"Are you kidding? I love baseball. I love football too. I just don't feel like I fit in. Things are kind of different now."

"Things are different. But you can still be a woman and enjoy watching baseball," said Arlene.

"You don't watch it."

"I do now," said Arlene as she grabbed her cigarettes and lighter and walked into the living room.

Hank picked up his cigarette case and sat down next to his mother on the couch.

Paul smiled when he saw them sit down. "Its a good game," he said. "Bottom of the third and the Braves are up by one."

Hank returned his father's smile, lit a cigarette, and sat back with his legs crossed in a feminine manner. He felt on top of the world as he chain smoked his Virginia Slims, keeping up with the pace set by his parents, who were both heavy smokers. This is heaven, he thought. And then he wondered, does it get any better than this?

He had posed an interesting question to himself. But what was the answer? He was smoking like a woman- like his mom. He was dressed like her. They even looked the same age. HIs parents and little brother had accepted him as such.

Somewhere in the eight inning, it dawned on him that he had reached his goal. He had always been big on setting high goals for himself, but he'd never reached one before- until now.

Three days ago it had seemed like an unreachable challenge. But here he was, sitting in the living room with his parents, dressed like a middle aged woman and burning up his lungs with Virginia Slims.

Sure, he was happy. He was happier than he'd ever been in his life. But could it last? He wondered if he should give it up now that he had done it. He crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray he was sharing with his mother and looked around the room. Everybody seemed happy and content. And then he realized why. They had accepted him and were happy for him. Where do I go from here, he wondered?

Smoking fetish/tg story. After his make-over from the 4th chapter, Hank looks like a middle-aged woman. Hank comes clean with his mother about his sexuality when he tells her about being attracted to older men. This story takes place in the 1970s, but I'm sticking to current age of consent laws, because most of you are reading this story in 2008. BTW, there's no sex in this chapter.

Parental Permission_05
by slimv

Hank woke up the next morning and began the daunting task of putting on his make-up the way Brenda at the salon had showed him. Looking at the clock, he noted that it had taken him almost an hour and a half. Does that mean I'm going to be spending an hour or more doing this every day for the rest of my life? And then he remembered how long it took him to take off his make-up before going to bed. The boy inside him was impatient but the woman inside him understood.

He went to his mother's bedroom to pick out an outfit for the day. She looked at him through her mirror as she was putting on her make-up. A cigarette was burning in the ashtray. She turned around and greeted him.

"I can't you believe how well you put on your make-up by your self," said Arlene. "How long did it take?"

"Longer than Brenda said it would, but I'll get faster."

"I'm sure you will honey. That nightgown looks good on you, now that you have breasts."

"Thanks. I just came in to borrow some more of your clothes, if that's okay with you."

"Sure it is honey. You can think of my closet as your closet for the rest of the summer. How about that?"

"Okay, thanks." So there it is, thought Hank. The end of summer. She put a time frame on it.

"Of course," said Arlene, "if this is something you want to keep doing, we should really go shopping for some clothes of your own."

"You mean if I want to keep doing this on the weekends when school starts back?"

"Unless you plan on going back to school as a teacher instead of a student. Of course you can still do it when you get home, but by the time you get your make-up on, it would be time to take it back off."

"So it wouldn't bother you if I kept doing this, even after summer is over?"

"This summer is for you. Your father and I want you to use it to figure out who you are and to discover what makes you happy."

His mother's noncommittal comment did relatively little to put his issues in perspective but he thanked her anyway.

"Your welcome honey. And by the way, I was serious about taking you shopping for some clothes of your own. We can go to the mall after we get dressed if you want."

"The mall? But what if I see someone I know?"

"Then you'll see them, but they won't see you. I promise you honey. No one is going to recognize you looking like that?"

"But what will you say if they recognize you and they ask who I am?"

"I'll tell them you're my sister and they'll believe me, because that's what we look like. The only thing I don't know is what to call you."

"Hank is short for Henry and Henry is a boy name for Henrietta, isn't it?"

Arlene shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I've never heard of a woman named Hank. Are you saying you want me to call you Henrietta?"

"No. Not really. But if you really had a sister and her name was Henrietta, you might have called her Hank for a nickname, right?"

Arlene nodded. "I suppose I might have. Does that mean you want me to introduce you as Hank if somebody asks?"

"Yeah, but make sure you tell them its short for Henrietta, and you named me in honor of your sister. That would make sense. Wouldn't it?"

Arlene smiled. "Actually it would. So do you want to go shopping?"

"Yeah Mom. Lets go."

******

"This is really fun Mom," said Hank as he browsed through the women's pant suits hanging on the rack in Chicos.

A sales girl working close by shot them a funny look as she went about her business of arranging blouses by size.

"Not so loud honey."

"What did I say?"

"You called me Mom," whispered Arlene. "And the woman by the blouses heard you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't think of that."

"Your father and I did. We talked about it last night. He wants you to start calling us by our first names when we're in public."

"Really Arlene?" asked Hank, trying it on for size. "Like this?"

Arlene burst out giggling. "Yes," she said. "If you want that suit, lets buy it and get some lunch. And then afterwards, we need to get you a bathing suit for Orlando."

"A one piece like yours," asked Hank?

"I'm afraid so. Most women my age don't wear bikinis."

*****

Arlene ordered off the menu for both of them and laid down the menu.

"Would either of you ladies care for a cocktail before lunch," asked the waiter?

"Two Diet Cokes will be fine," said Arlene.

Arlene and Hank were discussing bathing suits when the waiter returned with their drinks. Hank was placing a cigarette between his lips.

"May I?" asked the waiter as he held out a light.

"Yeah, I guess. Thank you," said Hank as he allowed the waiter to light his cigarette.

"My pleasure maam."

Arlene giggled at the expression on her son's face as he exhaled. "Don't tell me you're surprised that a man wants to light your cigarette. With your smoking fetish, you should know that better than anybody."

"I guess so," said Hank, "but its still weird having the shoe on the other foot."

"I imagine it is, but did you like it?"

"Yeah. Actually I did. I liked it a lot."

"I know we haven't discussed your sexuality, but your father and I have flirted with the question and not that it makes a difference to us, but we are rather curious?

"You're asking me if I'm gay or straight?

Arlene raised her eyebrows and pulled on her cigarette. "It's a simple question. Is there a simple answer? Or is it more complicated?"

"Definitely more complicated."

"Then I take it you're bisexual. You like boys and girls, right? That's not so complicated. A lot of people are bisexual."

Hank looked away. "No. I'm not bisexual."

Arlene was starting to get frustrated. "Well if you're not gay or straight or bisexual, the only thing left is asexual."

"That's not it either."

"Then what is it darling? Please tell me so I can help you."

Hank closed his eyes and spit out the words he never hoped to say to anyone, much less his mom. "I think I like men."

"Then you're gay!" said Arlene, feeling as if she'd won a game of twenty questions.

"Not men as in boys Mom. I think I like real men, older ones."

"How old? College aged?"

"No. More like Dad's age, or older."

"Honey! your father is 55 years old."

"Don't you think I know that Mom?"

"Have you ever even been with a man or with a boy for that matter?"

"No."

"Then how do you know you don't like women? Or females? Whatever you want to call them. Girls."

"Because I don't think about girls when I think about being with someone. I think about older men and I hate myself for it but that's what I think about."

"Maybe you're over reacting? All this sudden femininity has probably overloaded your senses. And this thing about liking older men...well I hate to be the one to tell you, but its probably a figment of your imagination. Look at you honey. You've been through a lot. This is probably some kind of...I don't know- post traumatic reaction to that make-over Brenda gave you. Heaven knows its giving your father and I one."

"I don't think so Mom. I've had these feelings forever. I just never talked about them before. I don't blame you for not wanting to believe me because I don't want to believe it either."

"Really," asked Arlene? "You've always felt this way?"

Hank nodded. "I can't remember when I didn't. Even when I was a little kid and you'd take me to see Santa Clause. I'd get an erection when I sat on his lap because he had a gray hair and he was smoking a pipe."

"Oh dear," said Arlene.

"Yeah, I know."

"Are you really willing to give up your life as a boy for my life as a middle-age woman? Think about it, because your life would be a lot like mine is now."

"That's exactly what I want Mom," said Hank as he extracted a cigarette from his smart looking cigarette case and lit it.

"Okay," said Arlene. "We'll talk to your dad about it."

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: Hank has a conversation about womanhood and sexuality with his mom and Mrs. Dickson in the back of the motor home on the way to their Florida vacation. Hank asks the question: Do I really want this?

Parental Permission_06
by slimv
June 2008

The Dickson family arrived on time to pick up the Wilsons up. It should have taken less than fifteen minutes to load the Wilson's luggage into the Dickson's motor home, but Barbara Dickson couldn't stop making a fuss over Hank's new appearance.

"Oh honey! You're mom said...but I thought she was exaggerating," said Mrs. Dickson as she examined Hank from top to bottom and side to side. "You look so real!"

"So you like it," asked Hank nervously.

"I love it. You look fabulous," said Barbara as she studied the tone and texture of his skin. "It's like you're an entirely different person."

"Thanks Mrs. Dickson. I kind of feel like one."

"And you can stop that Mrs. Dickson crap. You're no kid any more. Call me Barbara!"

"Okay...Barbara. Thanks."

"And what are we going to call you? Looking like you do, we can't call you Hank any more."

"Actually you can. Hank is short for Henrietta," he said as he went into the explanation he had worked out with his mom.

"Get on the bus girls!" yelled Big Dick Dickson. "You can talk all you want inside."

*****

The Dickson's motor home was nice. It had upfront seating for four and a table/booth in the back with a good bit of distance between the two ends. The two men, Paul and Big Dick and the two boys, Tommy and little Peter sat up front. Hank sat in the back booth with his mom and Barbara.

"This thing is so big," said Hank. "How come we never sleep in it when we go on vacation?"

"Camping out is for boys and men," said Barbara as she lit one of her long brown Mores. "If you don't like the condo we're staying in, I'm sure you can talk Peter and Tommy into camping out with you in the parking lot."

"Naw, that's okay. I saw the pictures of the condo and it does look pretty nice. It has five bedrooms, doesn't it?"

"It better or your father and Big Dick will be looking for a refund," said Arlene as she lit a cigarette and offered the pack to Hank.

Barbara shook her head and grinned as Hank lit his cigarette.

He noticed her out of the corner of his eye and suddenly felt self-conscious. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

Barbara touched his arm. "No dear! Not at all. I'm just admiring how pretty and grown-up you look. It's so surreal. I have to keep pinching you to make sure you're real. When your mother told me that she wanted you to explore your feminine side, I had no idea your feminine side was so old."

"Neither did I," mused Arlene.

"Will you go back to your old self after the vacation, or are you going to enjoy it until school starts," asked Barbara?

"I think I'll be staying this way for a while," said Hank.

"Hank doesn't think he wants to go back to being a boy," said Arlene.

"Even so, he can't stay like this forever!" said Barbara.

"It turns out this is a lot more complicated than just exploring his feminine side," said Arlene.

"I'm listening," said Barbara.

"Hank thinks he's attracted to men," said Arlene, "much older men."

Barbara's eyes lit up. "How much older?"

"Well if I were you, I wouldn't let Hank spend time alone with your husband or your father or even your grandfather, if he's still alive," said Arlene.

"Oh Hank!" exclaimed Barbara as she clasped his hand. "I don't know what to say! You're just full of surprises." She turned to Arlene and asked, "Does Paul know?"

"He does and he doesn't like it," said Arlene. "But he's being supportive. We all had a big talk and he agreed to give Hank permission to start dating men."

"That's wonderful honey!" exclaimed Barbara as she grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm so excited for you! I bet you're excited too."

"Scared is more like it," said Hank.

"But why? Older men are just like boys your age, except they're older. They're still built the same way. They just come with more bad habits and they're set in their ways."

"I've never been with a boy either," said Hank.

"So you're a virgin," asked Barbara?

Hank laughed. "Yeah, right! I'm a guy. Guys don't have cherries."

His mother corrected him. "Hymen's. Guys don't have hymens."

"Whatever," said Hank.

"What I mean is," said Barbara, "have you ever had sex before with anyone?"

"No."

"Oh, I see. Well in that case I'm sure you're going to be quite a prize for the right man." She looked at Arlene and asked, "I don't know honey. You tell me. Are we starting from scratch here?"

Arlene gave her an embarrassed shrug.

"I know about the birds and the bees," said Hank, "I'm not stupid."

"But I'm going to guess that no one ever told you about the bees and the bees," said Barbara. "They both have stingers."

Hank suddenly felt overwhelmed by his ignorance. "A stinger is a penis, right?"

Barbara nodded.

Arlene sighed. She wanted to kick herself and Paul for not being more open with Hank. She vowed not to make the same mistake with Tommy.

Hank continued to stumble through his thoughts, trying to separate fact from myth without embarrassing himself. "Men just hug and kiss other men," he said, "because they can't make babies the way men and women can, right?"

"No honey," said Arlene. "Its a lot more complicated than that.

*****

The motor home rolled down the highway and Hank squirmed in his seat, nervously chain smoking his Virginia Slims as Barbara and his mom explained the details of male/male sex and how it was similar to male/female sex.

Until then, the terms "cock sucker" and "ass fucker" had only been words that kids got in trouble for using in the locker room. Cock sucking sounded gross and ass fucking sounded painful. Of course his mom and Barbara only used those words to give him a frame of reference. For the most part, they described it as oral sex and anal intercourse.

"Doesn't it taste bad when a man has an orgasm in your mouth," asked Hank?

"I'm not going to tell you it tastes pleasant," said Arlene. "I've tasted much worse and I'm sure you have too, but that's not the reason a woman does it for a man."

"A lot of things that sound gross now won't seem so gross when you're with the right man," said Barbara. "If you truly have feeling for the man you're with, you'll want to do it for him because it will make him feel good."

"Why not just jack him off," asked Hank? "That should feel about the same."

Arlene instructed him to use the world masturbate instead. "Jacking off is a vulgar term. It feels the same, but it means more to a man if a woman takes him in her mouth. Keep in mind, sex should never be a casual thing. Intimacy should always be special."

"So real women do these things with men too? Its not just gay," asked Hank?

"Absolutely sweetheart," said Barbara. "Big Dick and I did the anal sex thing last month. So try not to think of it as gay."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, especially the first time. But the pain eases once your rectum adjusts to his penis and then it can feel very nice. Of course you should always use the lubrication we were talking about."

"The KY," said Hank. "And that's the jelly stuff that the woman puts on the man's penis before they have intercourse."

"Yes," said Arlene, "but always put a condom on the man's penis before he has intercourse with you."

Hank asked why the man didn't put the condom and the lubrication on his own penis. He wanted to know why the woman had to do it for him.

Barbara laughed. "It still works if the man does it himself honey, but he likes it better if the woman does it for him. Men you see, are very egotistical and insecure about their penises. It makes a man feel good about himself if he thinks the woman is impressed by his penis."

Arlene lit a cigarette and exhaled. "I'm sorry Hank. You're father and I should have been more upfront with you about sex. I guess we put it off because its so awkward to talk about. If it makes you feel better, my mom didn't tell me anything either. I learned most of it from my friends."

"So did talking about this change your mind about liking men," asked Barbara?

Hank grinned and shook his head. "No, but I can tell you I'm not going to do this kind of stuff with just any guy."

"And you shouldn't," said his mother.

"But if I meet a guy this week, is it okay to kiss him and hold hands with him," asked Hank?

"Absolutely," said Barbara enthusiastically?

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: Big Dick hurts Hanks's feelings causing him to seriously reconsider his womanhood. He returns to the park the next day dressed as a boy. Maybe its not so bad afterall being a boy. Then again...
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The first couple days of Hank's vacation as a middle-aged woman had gone well. Age and sex have nothing to do with having fun in Disney World. He rode the rides and enjoyed the park with his family and the Dicksons.

He wore white shorts and a pink pastel halter the first day. On the second day he wore a floral sun dress. Both men and boys turned their heads for second peeks as he passed them in the park wearing his big sun glasses. At times he was having to much fun to notice their interest in him. But it made him feel good about himself when he did notice their stares.

On the third day of their vacation, they were taking a break at some tables outside the haunted house. Tommy and Peter were kicking a stone while Hank and the grown-ups chatted and smoked.

Hank was feeling great about himself. The weight of his sagging breast forms and the long white cigarette between his manicured fingers made him feel pretty. It was warm, but the slight breeze cooled him as it flirted with the hem of his skirt.

Big Dick, who hadn't had much to say to Hank since the vacation began, spoke up and ruined his day. "I'd hate to be the man who finds out what's under your skirt." And then he laughed.

Big Dick genuinely liked Hank and hadn't meant to hurt his feeling. He just lacked tact. His wife would have strangled him if she'd been closer. The big man caught on when the looks of disapproval came into his focus.

He apologized, but the damage had been done. Hank felt self-conscious and depressed for the rest of the day.

*****

Hank's depression continued into the evening after returning to the condominium. Big Dick felt the urge to press his apology but Barbara assured him that he had done enough.

He went to his room after dinner to take off his wig and make-up. After taking off his make-up, he removed the starter earrings from his lobes and pried off the acrylic nails from his finger tips. He slept in the nude that night, not wanting to wear his mother's nightgown that he had so adored.

******

The Dickinsons and the Wilsons laid their coffee mugs on the table and stopped their conversation when Hank walked into the kitchen unmade, without his wig and wearing shorts with a loose fitting top.

Big Dick groaned because he knew it was his fault.

Hank's mother spoke first. "Sweetheart. Do you need some help getting ready?"

"No Mom. I'm going like this today."

"Are you sure?" she asked as she stood up from the table and approached him.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't mind stopping by one of those souvenir stores and getting a regular tee-shirt."

"We can do that," said Hank's father. "But only if you're sure thats what you want to do."

Before Hank could answer, his mother grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to his room, closing the door behind them.

"Honey, I know you're upset about yesterday, and you have a right to be. But Big Dick didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"He's right Mom. No man is ever going to want me, at least not after he sees the real me."

"It doesn't always have to be like that. Doctors can do things honey. They can make it so that you have a vagina- just like regular women. They can give you real breasts too. That's real easy. If you want, we can get you breast implants when we get back home. We can see a doctor and you can start talking female hormones."

"Really," asked Hank?

"It's a promise baby."

"They can give me a vagina too?"

"Have you ever heard of Renee Richards- the tennis player?"

Hank nodded, "Oh yeah, I guess you're right."

"Of course that part would take some time. Doctors won't give you that kind of surgery until you're at least 18. But you could start taking the hormones and get the implants before then."

Hank thought about what Big Dick said at the park and shook his head. "I don't think so Mom. The more I think about it, the more I think that Big Dick was probably right."

"Don't talk like you're not worth anything Hank. As a woman, you'd have a lot to offer any man. You're kind and sweet and you saw the way men were looking at you in the park. You're downright gorgeous."

"I don't know Mom. I don't think so. I just want to go like this today."

"Okay honey. We'll stop by the store and get you a better shirt that fits. Maybe we can talk about this later when you feel better."

As they were getting up, Arlene saw Hank's cigarette case on the dresser and went to get them.

"You almost forgot your cigarettes," she said.

"That's okay. Maybe I can get a pack from Dad."

Arlene put the cigarette case back on the dresser and followed her son out of the room.

*****

Hank got out of the car and put the pack of Winstons his father had given him inside his tee-shirt pocket. The top of the pack was exposed making the Winston logo very visible. He thought it felt strange to be carrying his cigarettes around like a man, the way his father and Big Dick did. Maybe being a boy wasn't so bad after all, he thought as he followed his family and the Dicksons into the park.

It didn't take long for him to notice that a lot of people in the park were taking notice of him. As a woman, he had been used to people looking at him, especially boys and men, but now girls and women were looking at him too.

The first thing that came to mind was his eyebrows. He asked his mom about them. "Are my eyebrows that noticeable?"

"Up close they are, but people are staring because you're smoking. I guess they think you look a little too young, but don't worry about it. Its not like we know these people," she said.

Hank thought about what his mother had said as they toured the park. She was right. People didn't know him here but they would back home. He had loved the kind of attention that smoking had earned him as a woman, but as a boy, it downright sucked. I'm going to quit, he thought as he finished his cigarette and put it out in a large public ashtray.

He thought about throwing away his pack of Winstons as he was putting out his cigarette but decided that would be a waste of a good pack. I'll smoke a few more today and give the rest of the pack to my dad when we get back to the condo, he thought.

Throughout the day, he tried but failed to limit his smoking, even though he really didn't like the way the Winstons tasted. He also hated their stubby appearance and the way they felt between his fingers.

The pack was gone before noon and Hank found himself needing to make a decision about quitting or bumming a cigarette from his father. He thought of how awful the Winstons had tasted and turned to his mother.

"Mom. I ran out of cigarettes. Can I bum one from you?"

"Of course you can honey. But wouldn't you rather have one of your father's?"

Hank rolled his eyes. "I hate Winstons. They're so gross."

Barbara couldn't help laughing, as she overheard Hank's whining. "I'm right there with you honey. Men's cigarettes taste like paper and horse feathers. I won't smoke Big Dick's Marlboros unless I'm desperate. You can have one of mine if you like."

"That's okay. I really like Virginia Slims," he said as he took a pack from his mother.

"Then you should keep smoking them," said Arlene. "It doesn't matter what other people think. Keep the pack. I have more."

Hank thanked her but he was hesitant to put the Virginia Slims in his shirt pocket. He wound up lighting one and giving her back the pack. "It's okay, I'm going to quit soon anyway."

His statement brought laughter from both women.

"What's so funny," asked Hank?

"I'm sorry," said Arlene. "I'm not laughing at you. It's just that you're father and I say the same thing at least once a week."

"The same goes for me and Dick," said Barbara as she chained into her half smoked More. "Haven't you ever heard the saying about how the best way to quit is never to start?"

"Barbara's right honey. It's going to be a lot easier for you to go back to being a boy than it is for you to go back to being a non-smoker."

As Hank savored the sweet Virginia Slims smoke, the thought of having to smoke cruddy old Winstons for rest of his life gnawed at him. At about this time, a nice looking older man with kids that might have been his grandchildren bumped into him. The older man begged his pardon as he tipped his hat and moved on. Hank muttered something intelligible. He couldn't take his eyes off the man as he played with the children under a tree.

Barbara followed Hank's gaze and smiled. "Excuse me Hank, sweetie...but did you just see something you like?"

Hank blushed and grinned.

Arlene was smiling ear to ear as she took the extra pack of Virginia Slims from her purse and tucked it in her son's shirt pocket. "Do you want me to check into those breast implants when we get home," she asked?

Hank took a deep breath and nodded as he followed the older man with his eyes.

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: After getting back from vacation, Hank starts the process of becoming a woman. His father tries to talk him out of it. Barbara and Arlene help Hank plan his future. The chapter takes place over the remainder of the summer.

Parental Permission_08

Upon returning from their vacation, Hank and his mother spent the next four weeks planning his future life as Henrietta "Hank" Wilson. The first thing Arlene did was find a sympathetic gynecologist who agreed to administer female hormones. The doctor recommend a plastic surgeon who agreed to perform breast and butt augmentation on the final recommendation of the gynecologist.

Hank's dad was stoic through it all. Unlike his wife and her friend Barbara, Paul clung to the hope that Hank's ambitions were a passing phase. He never said no, but he played the role of devil's advocate.

Paul did his best to put questions in his son's head. He'd ask things like: What are you going to tell your friends? What about school? Will you get a job? What will you do when people learn the truth? Do you want to live a lie?

"You have your whole life ahead of you," Paul said to Hank. "Wouldn't it be better to live it from beginning to end without skipping past the next 30 years?"

Hank understood what his father was saying, but he didn't agree.

The idea of a man his age or even older, plowing his way through Hank's bottom made Paul's stomach turn.

"You've never even been with a man," said Paul. "It might not be as wonderful as you think. What are you going to do then?"

He reminded Hank that hormones and surgery weren't a costume he could take on and off whenever he got his feelings hurt, the way he had done in Disney World.

Hank considered everything his father said. After all, his father had asked some good questions and had given him a lot to think about. He kept some of the thoughts to himself, but shared others with his mother and Barbara.

All three of them were convinced that Hank should continue his hormone therapy and get the cosmetic surgery. Their opinions differed after that.

Arlene and Barbara both agreed that even though it would be difficult for Hank to be honest about his transition, in the end it would be easier than continuously trying to hide it. They thought he should tell his friends so none of them would think he'd been kidnapped by aliens.

Arlene thought it might be a good idea for Hank to finish high school as a teenage girl and put off middle-age until after graduation. She argued that the teenage years are often some of the best years of a person's life and she didn't want him to miss out on them.

"I hated my high school years," said Barbara. "I wish could have gotten a G.E.D. and just skipped them. You could do that and go to cosmetology school. Working in a salon might be a job you'd like."

"I don't think so," said Hank. "I don't want to get out of school just to go back to school."

"Then maybe you should work as a waitress," suggested Barbara. "That way you could keep your options open in case you change your mind."

Hank nodded. "Yeah, I could do that. Okay. I'll think about it."

*****

Two days before his surgery, Hank began the stressful task of telling his friends why he wouldn't be returning to school. None of them understood. They looked at him as if he had a contagious disease. One or two of them thought he might be insane but most of them just thought he was a fag. They turned their backs on him.

Paul was disappointed that Hank had told his friends. Telling them had ruined his chance of ever having a normal life in their home town. He also feared it would taint his family's reputation as well as his own. Despite his own feelings, he promised to stand behind his son.

While his friends began their junior year in high school, Hank spent the next three weeks at home, recovering from breast and buttocks surgery. He spent most of that time watching soap operas on TV and chain smoking Virginia Slims cigarettes.

The female hormones had begun their work on his body. His penis rarely became erect unless he stimulated it with his hand. It didn't matter though, because his interested had turned to his back side. He looked at the dildo Barbara had given him as a gift after he had gotten out of surgery. He wondered if he was ready to start learning how to use it. Both Barbara and his mother had warned him against having great expectations. Barbara reminded him that he was doing it more for the future man in his life rather than for his own pleasure.

He remembered those words as he lubricated the device and began the process of inserting it. She had said, "You just don't want it to hurt when the right time comes."

He repeated her words over and over as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

*****

Hank found it difficult to land a job without his G.E.D. It seemed most of the restaurants he applied to were convinced he couldn't tally a tab and make change without a G.E.D.. He was sitting at home looking thought the help wanted section of the newspaper when Barbara called about a job opportunity.

Barbara's husband, Big Dick, had arranged for a secretarial job at the company he worked for.

Hank didn't hold a grudge against Big Dick, so he was excited when Barbara told him about the job.

"Will Big Dick be my boss," asked Hank?

"No honey. Dick is just a copy writer. You'll be working in the secretary pool for the advertising executives. He says its a great job and it pays good too!"

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: Hank takes a job as a secretary and gets his first date which winds up being a let down. He has a conversation with his mother about expectations. Arlene thinks she has a plan that will get Hank out of the dumps.

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Even though it was a done deal, Hank needed to spend an hour in the human resources department filling out forms and answering questions. He checked female as his sex and used Henrietta as his first name, placing quotation marks around Hank. He listed his age as 45, the same age as his mother.

The lady from human resources gave him a general tour of the office and introduced him to a woman named Maxine who would be his boss. Maxine was a nice looking woman. Hank supposed she was in her late 40s or early 50s. Maxine pointed out his new work area. The type writer was an IBM Selectric, the same kind he had learned on high school the year before.

There were five other desks close by occupied with women between the ages of 30 and 60. Three of them were smoking and had ashtrays on their desks. Hank had assumed smoking was allowed but hadn't asked.

Maxine introduced him to several of the advertising executives as they passed in the hall on their way to break room. She advised Hank to expect typing and filing requests from the individual executives as well as from her.

Hank asked if there was a dress code.

Maxine studied his skirt and jacket. "Like that," she said. "But don't be afraid to show a little cleavage. Since you have it, you might as well flaunt it. I know I would."

Hank decided right then and there that he liked Maxine.

"I know you're not married, and I notice you aren't wearing a ring," said Maxine. "I'm assuming you're unattached?"

Hank wondered if Maxine might be hitting on her. She was definitely an attractive lady. He kind of liked the idea. "No. Why do you ask?"

"Because that's the first question the boys are going to ask me in our scheduling meeting this afternoon. Didn't you see them looking at you?"

Hank giggled nervously. "No. I was too busy paying attention to what you were showing me."

Maxine touched his shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll warn you about the ones you need to stay away from."

*****

It took about two weeks for Hank to get acclimated to the job and to the people he was working with. The hardest part had been learning to type with nails. He liked all the women he was working with. Every one in the office accepted and thought of him as a 45 year old woman. Big Dick had gotten him the job without telling a soul.

"He got you that job," said his mother, "and you owe him and Barbara for that. But you've kept it on your own for these last two weeks. You should be very proud of your self for that."

"I am proud of myself," said Hank," as he lit a cigarette. "I just wish I'd gotten paid today like everyone else. Do you think they forgot?"

"Don't worry about that honey," said Hank's father. "All companies do it that way. It means you'll get an extra pay check two weeks after you quit."

"But I don't want to quit," said Hank. "I love my job!"

"I don't want you to quit either," laughed Paul. "You're ten times more expensive as a grown woman than you were as a boy. With this job, you'll be able to pay for all your fancy new clothes and the cigarettes you smoke."

Hank exhaled a could of smoke. "I'm sorry Dad. I know must have cost you a lot of money lately, especially with the surgery."

"That's okay honey. I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I'm thrilled with what you're doing, but I can tell you're very happy." He paused to light a Winston. "You are happy, aren't you?"

"I love being a woman Dad!"

"So have you met any men at work you're interested in," asked Arlene.

"I'll see you later," said Paul. "This sounds like a woman's conversation to me."

Arlene waited for Paul to leave and then she asked the question again.

Hank grinned. "Oh yes," he said. "I'm met a lot of guys but Maxine says there's only a few I should go out with and one of them asked me out!"

They both shrieked and hugged each other.

"What's his name," asked Arlene? "What's he like? Tell me about him. Where's he taking you?"

******

Hank's first and last date with Jared Vogel from the office had been less than fun. His mother told him to chalk it up as an experience.

"He liked my boobs better than he liked me and all he wanted to do was to talk about himself. I don't see why the other girls in the office like him."

"I'm sorry you had a bad time, but it might have been for the best that it didn't work out with Jared. Barbara and I were talking about it and even under the best circumstances, dating at work isn't a good idea. I'm not saying that because you don't have a vagina. But since you don't, well I think that's even more of a reason not to mix business with pleasure."

Hank exhaled a lung full of smoke. "I guess you're right. I was just excited about getting asked out for my first date."

"Maybe you should start going to church. That's always a good place to meet men."

Hank sighed. "That's what Carol at my office said. She's always inviting me to go with her, but I don't know."

"What's wrong honey. You really look bothered. Is there something you're not telling me."

"Maybe."

"Well what is it? You can tell me anything. I know we're supposed to be sisters in public, but I'm still you're mother."

Hank smiled weakly and took a drag from his cigarette. "If I told you, you'd think I was a slut."

"No I wouldn't. Did you do something already?"

"I wish," said Hank. "But that's it. I know what you said about being a lady and all and taking my time to find the right guy, but I just want to know if I'm really going to like it."

"I see," said Arlene. "I guess you're feeling kind of sexually frustrated."

"You could say that and you'd be right."

"I don't think you're slut Hank. As a matter of fact, I agree with you. I think you should find someone to let off a little steam with."

"But what if I don't like it Mom? What if it grosses me out?"

Arlene shook her head. "I don't know honey. I guess you'll either have to get used to it or find a lesbian that likes people like you. Of course most of it has to do with the person you're with. You're not going to enjoy sex with any man if you're not attracted to him. Were you honestly attracted to Jared tonight?"

"Not really, but all the women in my office think he's hot."

"But we're not talking about them. We're talking about you. What kind of man turns you on?"

Hank put his cigarette out and lit another one. "Promise not to laugh?"

"Of course not. I'd never laugh at you."

"Okay. Well do you remember when we were down in Disney World and I was dressed in boy clothes."

Arlene nodded. "And you had a change of heart when Barbara caught you checking out that older man."

"Uh-huh."

Arlene smiled. "That's it? Senior citizens float your boat?"

"He was older but he wasn't a senior citizen," argued Hank. "It just looked like he was more interested in his grandkids than he was in himself. I want a man to look at me like that, like I'm more important than a job or the way his suit looks."

"That man was probably retired honey. It was his job to enjoy life. If you wanted a man like that, you should have gone back to high school as a girl and dated boys your own age."

"That's not the same thing Mom."

"I don't know what to tell you because I can't tell what you want. I don't think you know either."

"I want what you have with Dad," said Hank. "I want what Cinderella had with Prince Charming."

"You want love and romance?"

Hank nodded enthusiastically.

"Then read a book," said Arlene. "That's what I do."

Hank looked at his mother as if she were crazy. "But I thought you and Dad were in love."

"We are, but the kind of love you're talking about ends after the honey moon. Real love is about real living. I love your father and he loves me."

Hank shook his head. He felt confused. "You're happy though, aren't you? You like being a woman, right?"

"I love my life honey and I love being a woman. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But I was born this way. You weren't. Are you having second thoughts about the things you've done?"

"No. Not really," said Hank as he ran his finger across his leather cigarette case. "At least not like you're probably thinking. I don't think I ever hated my life but I always knew I wanted to be like you."

"And now you're finding out my life isn't as glamorous and wonderful as you thought it would be?"

"I wouldn't exactly say that. I just thought things would be a little more spicy."

"Maybe it can be," said Arlene. "Not that life is a party every night, but its the weekend and I know a place we could go that you might like."

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: After Hank reveals his infatuation for older men, Arlene decides to take him to a VFW dance to meet the kind of men he's attracted to. Hank thinks it will be a chance to find out once and for all if he's really attracted to men or if its just a figment of his imagination. Hank meets Dave Evans, a retired colonel who turns out to be both an officer and a gentleman.

Arlene parked the car in front of the VFW building and turned off the ignition. She turned around in her seat and faced him. "Are you sure you want to do this honey?"

"I think so. At least a part of me is. The other part is me is scared like hell."

"That's your boy side," laughed Barbara. "Ignore it."

"What's VFW stand for again," asked Hank?

"Veterans of Foreign Wars," said Arlene.

"And you think there'll be some older guys here," asked Hank?

"They're having a dance," said Barbara. "This place will be swimming with old lions on the prowl. And they're going to love you."

"And you guys won't leave until I meet someone that seems okay?"

"Even then its going to be hard to leave, but yes," said Arlene. "If that's what you want."

"Okay," said Hank as he opened his door and stepped out onto the parking lot.

Barbara and Arlene got out of the car too. Six heels clicked against the sidewalk as they made their way up to the door. The sound of "Moon River" greeted their ears as they stepped inside.

Hank had never been in a real bar before, but he thought the VFW might qualify as one. The first thing he noticed was that the place was crowded, smoky and dimly lit. He saw more men than women. Most of them were older than his mom and Barbara. The youngest people looked to be in their early fifties.

He counted five couples on the dance floor. Another ten or twelve people sat at the bar. The rest, which probably amounted to fifty or more were scattered along the tables that lined the dance floors.

Hank followed his mom and Barbara to an empty table surrounded by other tables that were populated by men and speckled with women. He guessed there were three men to every woman and every eye in the place turned toward them as they took their seats.

Arlene and Barbara both took their cigarettes from their purse and Hank followed suit.

"I've never been to a bar before," said Hank. "What are we supposed to do."

"Smoke and talk," said Barbara as she lit her cigarette. "If the men aren't shy, one of them will ask you to dance. You can dance, can't you?"

"I don't know," said Hank as he lit his own cigarette. "I've never done it before," he said as he studied the couples on the dance floor. "It looks like they're just hugging each other and moving their feet."

"That's all you do," said Arlene as she exhaled her smoke. "The rest will take care of it self if you want it to."

Hank was thinking of something to ask his mother when he caught Barbara's eyes looking above him. And then he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, followed by the sound of a deep voice attached to a southern drawl.

"Pardon me Miss, but would you do me the honor of sharing this dance with me?"

Arlene and Barbara both saw Hank's expression go from surprised to dreamy as he looked up at the craggy face of his worldly suitor.

Hank looked back at his mom and Barbara for their approval.

Arlene giggled. "We'll be okay. Go have some fun!"

The man introduced himself as Dave Evans, as Hank got out of his chair.

"I'm Henrietta Wilson, but you can call me Hank."

Dave raised an eyebrow as he took Hank's hand.

Hank shuddered as his smaller hand was encased by Dave's firm grip. "It's just a nick name," he said as Dave led him out to the dance floor.

"I like it," he said as he faced Hank and laid his right hand on Hank's hip. "I've seen and done a lot of things in my 66 years, but this is the first time I've ever danced with a Hank."

Hank looked up at him and smiled sweetly as he absorbed the older man's physical attributes before being pulled into Dave's plaid covered chest. Something made a familiar crinkling noise in Dave's pocket. Hank hoped it was the sound of a soft pack of cigarettes, as he had always wanted to kiss a man that smoked. One whiff of the plaid shirt boosted his suspicions. Dave reeked of tobacco. Hank snuggled closer as the older man engulfed him with his arms.

"So what do you think," asked Barbara? "Do they make a cute couple?"

Arlene stubbed her cigarette out in the black plastic ashtray. "He's got to be every bit of 65. Maybe even 70."

"Well I hope Big Dick looks that good 20 years from now."

"He's bald," said Arlene.

"Just on top. He's still got hair around the sides."

"Do you think I should trust him," asked Arlene?

"I'm not wanting to leave yet, if that's what you're asking. Let's feel him out. If we don't like him we can tell Hank its time to go home. Oh! The song's over. What's Hank going to do? They're coming back here."

"Arlene, Barbara, this is Dave Evans. He's a retired army colonel."

"WW2," said Dave as he shook hands with both ladies.

"Its nice to meet you," said Arlene. "Thanks for dancing with my sister. Do you have time to sit, or do you need to get back to your friends?"

"Thanks for the invitation," said Dave as he helped Hank with his chair before taking a seat of his own. "I noticed you ladies smoke, do you mind?" he asked as he padded his shirt pocket with his hand.

"Not at all," said Hank. His limp penis tingled as Dave pulled a pack of unfiltered Camel's from his shirt pocket.

"Bad habit, he said as he lit one. "Started in the war. They gave them to us soldiers free and I've been paying for them ever since. Damn things killed my first wife and they'll probably be the end of me too.

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Hank, as he took a cigarette from his case. "How long has it been since you lost her."

"It will be 12 years in July," said Dave as he lit Hank's cigarette with his Zippo.

"My sister is an old maid," said Arlene.

"She's not old from where I'm sitting," said Dave.

They continued their four way conversation for about an hour. Both Arlene and Barbara were surprised at how well Hank handled himself. He asked Dave the right questions and gave Dave the right answers.

"Colonel Evans," said Arlene.

"Please Arlene, just call me Dave."

Arlene smiled. "Okay Dave, I was wondering if you could do Barbara and I favor. We have some places to go and you and my sister seem to be having such a good time. I'd hate to spoil her fun. Would it be too much trouble to ask you to give her a ride home?"

Hank flashed his mom a big grin.

Dave seemed surprised but pleased that he had made such a good impression on the sister of the woman he was interested in. "I'll take good care of her Arlene. I promise. Is midnight too late to have her back by?"

Arlene smiled. "Hank's a big girl. She doesn't have a curfew. Stay out as long as you like."

*****

Hank and Dave got up to dance after saying their goodbyes to Arlene and Barbara. They danced three dances before sitting back down. Dave's hands became braver with each dance, pulling Hank ever more close and tight. Hank pushed closer too, mashing his big breast implants against Dave's stomach and chest.

Before going back to the table, Dave stopped by the bar and got himself another Budweiser and bottle of Coke for Hank. They sat back down at the table and talked about themselves and their families.

Dave had one daughter. She lived in Oklahoma with her husband and three children. The youngest was 5, the middle one was 12 and the oldest was 15. Dave sounded very proud of his grand children. It was clear to Hank that he also loved his daughter very much. He talked about looking forward to his daughter's visit at Christmas.

"I think you and my daughter Sally would like each other," said Dave.

"Sally wouldn't be jealous of another woman seeing her Daddy?" asked Hank.

"Sally loved her mother, but she wants me to move on," said Hank as he lit another Camel. "I got the impression from your sister that you don't have much time for men."

"I wouldn't say that" said Hank, "especially not tonight. I'm having a real nice time," he said as he pulled a cigarette from his case.

Dave instinctively reached out and lit Hank's cigarette.

"Thank you," said Hank. "You're such a gentleman."

Hank's heart fluttered wildly as they talked. The feeling was so familiar to him. But this was the first time he didn't fight to suppress it. How many times had he laid in his bed thinking of a night like this?

His groin tingled in anticipation as he watched Dave wrap his chapped lips around the moist end of his Camel. I bet he has dentures too, thought Hank, as the smoke trailed out of Dave's mouth. Hank fought the urge to walk around the table and unzip the old man's trousers. I wonder what it looks like, thought Hank? I bet its cute and mushy. His pubic hairs are probably gray. He hoped Dave would let him look at it and maybe even touch it.

His mom told him not to worry about the details. She told him the man would make all the moves. She told him that things would go as far as he wanted them to go. If his mom was right, it meant that Dave might want to suck on his breasts. Hank shivered at the thought.

Of course he couldn't go all the way with Dave, even if he wanted to. But he could get pretty close.

As they talked, Hank imagined himself in bed with Dave. He fantasized that they were kissing and cuddling and sharing cigarettes together. He saw himself laying back against a pillow, stroking Dave's penis, as they watched TV together. Maybe the old man would even let him suck on it before they went to sleep.

Hank was so engaged with both his fantasy and the conversation with Dave that he forgot about the time.

"I better get you home," said Dave as he looked at the Timex on his liver spot stained wrist. "Or your sister will send out a posse."

Hank put out his cigarette and picked up his purse. This is it, he thought as Dave escorted him out of the VFW. I wonder if he's going to take me back to his house. Or maybe he'll take me to a motel.

Dave opened the car door for Hank and waited for him to get in before closing it.

"Where do you live?" asked Dave, as he started the engine.

Hank gave directions to his house. Oh no, this isn't going right, he thought. Maybe I should just tell him what I want. But if I do that, he'll think I'm a slut. His mind raced for a solution that would give him what he'd come for without tainting his reputation as a lady.

They pulled up Hank's driveway and Dave turned off the engine. "I'll walk you to the door," he said without giving the slightest hint of trying to get a kiss while still in the car.

I want him to kiss me, thought Hank as they walked the stairs to the porch.

"I had a wonderful time tonight Henrietta."

"Me too Dave," said Hank as he looked up into the old man's face.

"Maybe I'll see you again at one of the dances. But I guess a girl like you doesn't hang around old soldier clubs on a regular basis. If you did, I would have seen you before tonight."

Oh no, thought Hank! He's holding out his hand. He wants to shake hands with me. I don't care what he thinks about me. I have to do this, he thought.

Hank took a hold of Dave's hand and pulled it toward him, knocking the old man off balance. Not having a choice, Dave grabbed hold of Hank to keep from falling. Hank seized the opportunity and latched on to Dave's lips with his own.

Dave grunted and gave into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the young boy's hips and held him tight as he took control of the kiss and the situation at hand.

Oh my God, thought Hank. He's kissing me! His eyes flew open as his taste buds were assaulted by the raw unfiltered flavored of Dave's smoky kiss. His mom had told him he probably wouldn't be able to taste a smoker's kiss, but she was wrong! The flavor of Dave's mouth over powered hers. Gross! He thought. But he was still turned on nonetheless. He didn't want the kiss to end but eventually it did.

Dave stepped back and cleared his throat while Hank smoothed his skirt.

"I'm sorry," said Dave. "I wasn't expecting you'd ever want to kiss me. I know you were just being nice. I lost control and made a fool out of myself."

Hank kissed him again.

Dave was now thoroughly confused. "I'm old enough to be your father."

Grandfather, thought Hank, but he didn't say it. "I can't help it. I'm attracted to you. I like you a lot."

"You'd want to see me again," asked Dave. "You'd go on a date with me?"

"I'd like that very much," said Hank. "I have to work through the week though, during the day. I can only go out on nights and weekends."

"I know its not much of a date," said Dave, "But would you like to go to church with me tomorrow. We could get some lunch afterwards."

"That sounds very nice," said Hank. "What time will you pick me up?"

Dave grinned. "If I pick you up at 10:30. That should give us plenty of time to make it."

"Its a date then," said Hank as he laid one more kiss on Dave before going inside the house.

He closed the door and watched Dave hobble back to his car through the window.

"I didn't think I'd see you so soon," said Arlene. "Did everything go okay?"

"I don't know Mom. We didn't do... you know, anything. He didn't even try to kiss me. I kissed him. I don't think he likes me very much."

"I thought I heard him ask you to go to church with him tomorrow."

"He did, but he was just being nice I think."

"Dave likes you a lot honey. He's a gentleman, that's all. He's afraid if he rushes things, he'll scare you off. Do you like him?"

Hank swooned. "Yes!"

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction. Hank's parents get into an argument after Dave takes Hank to church. Hank fantasizes about being Dave's wife. Dave gets drunk at a VFW dance and Hank takes sexual advantage of the older man. This chapter includes sex.

Paul Wilson was irate, but he held his tongue until he was sure Dave and Hank were out of earshot. He turned to his wife and said, "I don't understand Arlene. You're the one who introduced them?"

"Well actually, Dave introduced himself when he asked Hank to dance."

"But it was your idea to take Hank to the VFW so he could get himself picked up by an old geezer?"

"Why are you so upset?" asked Arlene as she lit a cigarette. "You're the one who gave Hank permission to start dating."

"I thought he had a crush on one of his friends. Dave Evans is old enough to my father!"

"Well he's not your father and our son likes him. And he likes our son."

"And that's another thing. Is Hank our son or is he our daughter or is he your sister?"

"Actually he has your last name, so technically speaking, I suppose he should be your sister so that would make him my sister in-law. But what the heck. Wilson is such a common last name anyway. I don't think it matters."

"You're right," said Paul, as he threw his arms in the air. "It probably doesn't matter. Out of curiosity, does any of this seem strange to you?"

"Which part?"

"Take your pick? How about the smoking? What's he up to now- two packs, three packs a day?"

"Smoking makes him feel feminine and pretty?"

Paul shook his head at his wife's logic. "Our 16 year old son has breasts. He looks like a fifty year old woman and he's dating a man thats old enough to be his grandfather. But none of that seems strange to you?"

"I think he looks happy," said Arlene.

*****

Dave was smiling ear to ear as he introduced his friends from the congregation to Henrietta. No one had seen him this happy in years. Everyone was telling him how good and fit he looked. And they were right.

Hank took Dave's arm and followed him down the aisle to a pew. After he was seated, Dave put an arm around his shoulder. He scooted closer and dug in for the sermon.

Hank had never enjoyed church before but it was decidedly different this time. He loved the dress his mother had picked out for him. It made him feel so respectable. Being thought of as the girlfriend of Dave Evans made him feel respectable too. Everyone at the church seemed to admire and like him which made them like Hank by default. After all, if he was good enough for Dave Evans, he must be good enough for them too. That is, of course, as long as they believed he was a woman, and they did believe.

I feel like one of those nice old church ladies, thought Hank as the preacher instructed them to open their bibles to the first chapter of Matthew. At the same time, he knew he didn't look too old. He looked hot! Even the younger men and teenage boys had stared lustfully at him as he ground out his cigarette butt in the parking lot beneath his shoe.

Hank placed his hand on Dave's thigh and fantasized about being the older man's wife. He's probably the kind of man that wouldn't want his wife to work. He'd probably want me to stay home and take care of him and the house. I'd be a housewife like my mom, thought Hank. He pictured himself floating around the kitchen in some cute apron, smoking cigarettes sexily as he prepared dinner for his hungry hubby.

He thought about what it would be like to be a grandmother to Dave's three grandchildren. The oldest boy was fifteen- a year younger than him. How exciting, he thought! If that boy is anything like a typical teenager, he'll probably try to steal his grandparent's cigarettes. Oooh, I'll act so mad at him if I catch him trying to smoke like a grown-up. It will be so much fun punishing him.

*****

Eight weeks had passed since Hank's first date with Dave. They were officially an item now, seeing each other four or five nights a week and at church on Sunday. He'd met all of Dave's friends as well as their wives.

After a bit of discussion at home, Hank's parents decided to give him permission to start drinking, since he was pretty much living as an adult woman anyway. Hank didn't care much for beer, but he did enjoy an occasional glass of wine at dinner with Dave.

Work was going well for him too. Maxine continuously praised his efforts behind the typewriter and he had endeared himself to his co-workers as well. Every now and then, one of the executives would get fresh and he'd have to put them in their place without seeming like a bitch, but he had made an art of it.

Until now, Hank and Dave's sexual escapades had been limited to kissing, holding hands, and occasional grope of the breast by Dave's hand. All of that changed on Friday night after a late night party at the VFW.

"You're too drunk to drive home," said Hank as he wrestled the keys out of Dave's pocket.

Dave slurred something about him needing to drive so he could take 'her' home.

"That's okay," said Hank. "We'll figure out something after we get to your house." He dumped Dave in the passenger side and drove out of the parking lot.

Being a boy, he was stronger than he looked. Placing Dave's arm around his shoulder, he managed to move the older man from the car to the bedroom.

With Dave sprawled out on the bed in a stupor, Hank called his mom and told her what happened.

"Do you want me to pick you up," asked Arlene?

Hank took a puff from his cigarette and exhaled. "I don't know. Do you have too?"

"You know dear, you can't very well let Dave go to sleep with his clothes on."

Hank giggled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe Dave can give me a ride home in the morning."

"That sounds good dear. Have a good time but don't get too carried away. You don't want to slip up and give anything away."

Hank said goodnight to his mom and hung up the phone. Tonight is the night, he thought as he scurried off to the bedroom.

He felt a small wave of guilt as he removed Dave's shorts and pulled the man's pants off. Guys get in trouble when they do this kind of stuff to girls, and I'm really a guy doing it to another guy. But its not like I'm going to hurt him and he's not going to remember it anyway. The worst it will do will be to give him nice dreams.

Both Barbara and his mother had warned Hank against having big expectations for the size and functionality of Dave's penis because of his age. So Hank wasn't surprised to see it laying limp on its side. But it was definitely much longer than he thought it would be. Hank giggled as he got on his knees beside the bed and began his examination of Dave's groin.

Dave moaned and uttered the name "Sally" as Hank took the limp but long penis in his hand. He thinks I'm his dead wife, thought Hank, as he stroked the penis tenderly. Surprisingly, Dave's penis wasn't as drunk as the rest of his body. It grew in Hank's hand. Hank was thrilled at the prospect of living out his fantasy with an older man, even though Dave would be too drunk to remember it.

He let go of Dave's penis and shimmied out of his dress, opting to stay in his full length silky slip. He walked over to the television and turned it on, pausing to admire the way his big bulky breasts spilled out of the cups in his slip. He marveled at the sight and thought he would look even better with a cigarette in his hand, so he got a pack from his purse and returned to the mirror before lighting it.

I look like a walking wet dream, he thought as he got into bed beside Dave. And now its just like we're married, he thought as he took hold of Dave's penis and smoked his cigarette while watching the TV.

Hank was ready for more after finishing his cigarette, so he crawled to the middle of the bed to get a better look at Dave's penis. I'm going to kiss it, he thought, so he did.

Hank kissed Dave's semi-erect penis over and over as he worked up the courage to take it into his mouth.

"Oh Sally, that feels nice," moaned Dave in his sleep.

Hank opened his mouth and took a deep breath of air before launching his lip attack. Dave moaned again as Hank's lips closed around the penis. The boy that resided within him tried to rebel but "Henrietta" fought him off as "she" swirled "her" tongue across Dave's hardening shaft. I'm giving my husband a blow job, he thought, as he eagerly slurped and sucked his way through the fantasy unfolding on Dave's bed.

"Sally, I've missed you so much," said Dave groggily. "Lets make love tonight."

Hank stopped sucking and looked at Dave. It's almost like he's sleep walking. Maybe I can get away with this, he thought.

"I'm on my period honey. You'll have to make love to me in my bottom, okay?"

"Okay," said Dave.

Hank climbed back up in the bed beside Dave and rolled over on his stomach. "Okay honey, I'm ready. You'll have to climb on top of me. Can you do that sweetie."

Dave answered by hoisting his leg over Hank and mounting him from behind.

Oh my god, thought Hank. He's really going to make love to me. Hank spread his legs and prayed that Dave would be able to enter him without lubrication, even though he knew it would hurt.

After a little coaxing, Hank felt the tip of Dave's penis slide past the lips of his anus. It hurt and Hank bit his lip to keep from screaming.

Hank reluctantly relaxed his sphincter, allowing Dave's penis to fully enter him. The pain began to subside as Dave's hips began slamming into him. He's fucking me thought, Hank. He's making a woman out of me.

Dave groaned and spasamed as his orgasm released a reservoir of sperm into the deep recesses of Hank's body.

"Henrietta," screamed Dave! "Oh my God!" He fell down to his side. "I'm so sorry. What have I done to you. I'm so drunk. Please forgive me."

Henrietta immediately right sided herself and pulled the sheet over her legs. "Its okay honey. I wanted to do it. I'm on my period, so we did it the other way." She kissed him on the cheek.

"You're not mad at me?" asked Dave as he searched the nightstand for his cigarettes.

"They're in your shirt pocket on the floor," said Henrietta. "And no, I'm not mad. I thought you were wonderful."

"You were wonderful too," said Dave as he struggled to get his cigarette lit. "My God, Henrietta. It was fantastic. I love you."

"You're just saying that because you've been drinking," said Henrietta as she removed a cigarette from her pack of Virginia Slims and allowed Dave to light it for her.

"Believe me," said Dave. "I've sobered up and I know what I just said and I've been wanting to say it for days. I love you and I want to marry you. You don't have to answer me right now. I just wanted you to know, especially after what we've just done."

Henrietta was overwhelmed. She knew she couldn't say yes, but she wanted to. "Oh honey. I love you too," she said, and then she kissed him.

"I wanted to wait until I had a ring to ask you, but after what just happened, I had to tell you how I feel."

Henrietta inhaled a puff of smoke and held it in her lungs as she relished the moment. She was sitting in bed having a cigarette with a man she'd just had sex with, a man who had asked her to marry him. I feel like such a woman, she thought as she exhaled.

For the first time since putting on a dress, Hank Wilson began to think of himself as a woman, rather than a boy who was impersonating one.

"Of course I know we can't married in a church or have a legal ceremony," said Dave. "But no one else has to know that except us and your parents. We could make it look real and it would be real for us."

The woman in Henrietta flew out of the room and a scared boy named Hank took her place. "What?"

"I'm sorry," said Dave. "I know you're really a boy."

"No I'm not."

"It's okay sweetheart. It doesn't matter to me. I couldn't stop loving you now even if you hated me. That's why I had to tell you."

"Who said I was a boy?"

"You're father told me two weeks ago. He and I were talking and I mentioned that I was thinking about asking you to marry me. Of course I didn't believe him when he told me. I thought he was just trying to scare me away because I'm so much older. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was true. And that's when I figured it out that it didn't matter, because I knew I didn't want to live without you."

Hank smoked his cigarette without speaking.

"I should have told you as soon as I figured it out, but I was afraid I'd lose you if I did," said Dave.

"Do you mean it," asked Hank? "You really love me and you don't care that I'm a boy?"

"I promise," said Dave. "But that doesn't mean I want to tell anyone else, unless its important to you."

"No way," said Hank. I don't know want anyone to know about this." He finished his cigarette and put it out in Dave's ashtray. "I still can't believe you know and you still want to marry me."

"I do," said Dave, "but like I said, you don't have to give me an answer right away. I've already thought about it, but I know you need some time. Would you do me a favor though and spend the night. I'll take you home in the morning. You won't have to see me again after that, if you don't want to."

Hank finished his cigarette and laid down in the bed beside Dave. He purposely left a gap of space between their bodies. It wasn't that he didn't want to be close to Dave. He just couldn't accept that Dave was willing to ignore the truth.

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: Even if the coding says explicit- its not. This segment is just a hair above mature. Speaking of mature, Hank (Henrietta) and Dave are having their morning after talk. Is marriage still in the air?

Hank awoke the next morning to an empty bed. He sat up, adjusted his wig and lit a cigarette. Before he had time to think about the night before, Dave entered the room with two cups of coffee. He was completely naked.

"Good morning sweetheart," said Dave as he handed the boy a mug. "I made us some coffee."

"Thanks," said Hank as he took the mug and watched Dave get back in bed beside him.

"Did you sleep well," asked Dave.

Hank wiped the sleep from his eyes and nodded. He felt weird about being in bed with Dave and smoking in front of him now that Dave knew the truth. Dave despised teen smoking with a passion. He griped about it every time he saw a person under 30 lighting up. And Hank had agreed with him as he played the role of a regretful adult smoker. But now Dave knew the truth. Hank apologized to him for smoking and offered to put it out.

"Why," asked Dave?

"Because I'm only 16 and I know you hate to see teenager smoke."

Dave thought about his answer before speaking as he was very aware of the boy's awkward feelings. "If you agree to marry me, I think it would be best if you kept doing things the way you do them now."

"You still want to marry me," asked Hank?

"Of course I do. I told you that last night."

"But you were drinking. I kind of thought you'd change your mind after you woke up."

Dave lit himself a Camel. "I didn't change my mind. I want to be your husband and I want you to be my wife."

Hank studied Dave's face and tried to gage the sincerity of the older man's expression. "I don't want you to marry me and then have you start treating me like I'm one of your grandchildren or something because I know I'm only a year older than Scott."

"Fair enough," said Dave. "I don't want you to change your mind about being a grown woman and my wife after we're married. You can't go back and be a kid again if we do this."

"I don't want to be a kid again," said Hank. "And I don't want to be a boy again either."

"Then its starting to sound like we both want the same thing," said Dave.

"Do we," asked Hank? "Are you sure?" he asked as he pulled down the sheets peeled back the hem of his slip to reveal his penis. "I don't have a vagina. I have a penis. And you know I'm wearing a wig," he said as took it off and laid it on the bed. My wrinkles aren't real either. Its latex make-up."

Dave looked at the young boy's shapely smooth legs and at the appendage between them. "I know you have a penis and I can't do anything about it. I have money and I'm well off. But I can't afford the money it would take to get you one of those fancy surgeries."

"I don't need a surgery," said Hank. "Last night was great. But there's no way I'm ever going to be able to hide this from you all the time."

"I know that," said Dave. "And I wouldn't expect you to hide it from me. But as much as I love you, I don't think I could let you do to me the thing that I did to you last night. I love you and I think you're beautiful, but I'm not a homosexual."

"I'm not a homosexual either," said Hank as he put out his cigarette. "Last night was the first time I ever even touched a penis that wasn't mine."

Hank's statement about not being gay caught Dave's attention. "You're not? Then why did you have sex with me last night? Why are you even doing this?"

"Its kind of a weird story," said Hank as he reached for his pack of Virginia Slims. "And it might make you mad since I know how much you hate kids smoking."

"I can't see what that would have to do with you getting dressed up like an older woman."

"Actually, it has everything to do with it," said Hank as he removed a cigarette and placed it between his lips.

Dave lit it for him. "Then I'd really like to hear about it," he said.

Hank exhaled his smoke. "Okay, well like I said, I'm not a homosexual either. I like girls, especially women like my mom. I think they're so cool and beautiful, you know?"

Dave nodded. "I suppose so. I like them too, but I've never wanted to be like them."

Hank laughed. "Well I did. I especially wanted to be like my mom. That's why I started smoking cigarettes."

"That's not so crazy," argued Hank. "Most kids who take up smoking do it because they want to be like their parents. I didn't start smoking regularly until I joined the army, but I tried it when I was your age, because my Dad smoked, and I wanted to be like him. He's probably the reason I smoke these stupid Camels without a filter. I guess it made me me feel macho and manly like him. That's stupid, but its not crazy."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I love it that you smoke those Camels. I think they make you look real masculine and tough, like a cowboy."

Dave accepted the compliment with a smile. "Thanks," he said.

"My dad smokes too," said Hank, "and he's cool, but I never wanted to smoke like a man. Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to smoke like a woman, and that's pretty much what happened after my parents caught me smoking last summer."

Dave was dumbfounded. "So they did all this to punish you?"

"They didn't punish me. They gave me their permission. But after I told my mom some of the stuff I'm telling you, she thought I needed to get in touch with my feminine side. That's when she taught me how to smoke like a woman. And then I started dressing like one and after we got back from vacation, I got breast implants and started taking female hormones."

"I still don't understand why you wanted to look so much older," said Dave. To tell you the truth, I don't understand much of this at all. I'm still trying to figure out why you don't think you're a homosexual."

"Who knows? Maybe I really am and just don't know it. I know I liked what we did last night. I wanted to look older because my mom is older."

"And where do I fit in to all this? I'm 66 years old. Why me?"

Hank blushed and put his wig back on. "Maybe I am a little gay because I've always thought older men were cute. But the reason its you and not someone else is because I'm in love with you."

"I love you too," said Dave. "That's why I want you to be my wife."

"What about this?" he asked, pointing to the penis between his legs. "Are you sure its not going to bother you?"

Dave touched the boy's penis and fondled his scrotum. Hank cooed with pleasure.

"I have a feeling," said Dave, "that you and your penis and your cigarette are a package deal, so I want to marry the whole package. Will you marry me and be my wife, Henrietta?"

******

Henrietta squealed with delight as Dave masterfully used his penis to make her orgasm. Afterwards, they cuddled and smoked cigarettes. Dave wanted to know more about her smoking fetish and Henrietta was thrilled to explain it to him. Dave was thrilled too, especially when he figured out the quality of their sex life was directly related to how womanly and sexy Henrietta felt as a smoker.

Dave lit her cigarette for her and said, "You look so sexy when smoke."

Henrietta squealed and exhaled her smoke in his face. It was Dave's turn to squeal when she gave him his first smoky blow job in appreciation for his comment.

They shared one more deep sensuous kiss before getting out of bed and getting dressed.

"You need to take me home now so we can tell my parent's the good news," said Henrietta.

Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction. This is the final chapter about Hank/Henrietta. Henrietta wants to get married and have a family. She thinks her new life as a woman and a wife will be all fun and games. Life seldom turns out the way you think it will.

Arlene was doing dishes and Paul was changing a light bulb in the kitchen when Henrietta and Dave came in through the garage.

"Its about time you came home," said Arlene as she towel dried a dish. "Your nephew is worried sick."

"You mean my brother," said Henrietta.

The dish fell from Arlene's hand and smashed itself to pieces in the sink.

"Its okay Mom. Dave knows. Dad told him."

If looks could kill, Paul Williams would have been dropped by his wife's icy stare. "How could you," she asked?

Paul raised his arms above his head. "I thought Dave should know. He was talking about wanting to marry Hank. What else could I have done?"

"I'm sorry Dave. This is my fault," said Arlene. "I'm the one who took Hank to the VFW the night you met him."

"And I'm glad you did," said Dave. "Henrietta...Hank, is the best thing that ever happened to me. That's why I have to ask you and your husband for permission to marry her."

Arlene gasped.

"But he's just a boy," said Paul.

"Not any more Daddy. Dave made me into a woman last night. And he did it again this morning. It was totally awesome!"

Paul struggled to keep his balance on the footstool as he wrestled with the mental image of the older man having sex with his son.

"Oh sweetheart! I'm so happy for you," exclaimed Arlene as she dropped her dish towel and raced around the counter to hug her former son.

Dave and Paul exchanged looks from across the kitchen as Arlene and Henrietta embraced. The look on Paul's face seemed to ask Dave why? How could you? Dave broke their stare-off when Arlene kissed him on the cheek.

"I know we still have a lot to talk about it," said Arlene, "but I still need to hug the man who made a woman out of my little boy!"

His escaped him as Arlene embraced him in a crushing bear hug. This is a very strange and awkward situation, thought Dave as he returned Arlene's hug and whispered in her ear, "I don't think your husband approves and I don't blame him."

"He just needs some time to get used to the idea," she said as she took Dave's hand and turned toward her husband who was still on the footstool. "Lets go into the living room and talk about this honey."

*****

Henrietta and Dave sat in the love seat while Arlene and Paul sat across from them on the couch.

Henrietta smoothed her skirt with her hand. As she did, she felt a rush as the fabric from her skirt collided with the silk slip and her nylon hose. She became acutely aware of her heavy breasts, the jewelry she was wearing and her manicured hands. She felt extremely feminine and mature as she looked across the room and compared herself to her mother who was in the process of lighting a cigarette.

The sight of her mother smoking made Henrietta want to smoke too, so she retrieved the leather cigarette case from her purse and allowed to Dave to light her up before he lit a Camel for himself.

Oh my God, thought Henrietta as she took a puff from her cigarette. I feel like so womanly and grown-up. My friends are probably studying algebra right now and I'm smoking cigarettes! I'm sitting with my boyfriend and we're talking to my parents about getting married. This is going to be so much fun, she thought as Dave talked to her father about his plans for her.

Arlene was halfway listening to the conversation but she was was more interested in observing her son. Or was she observing her daughter? If anything, he was her sister. She marveled at how old Henrietta looked in her matronly clothes and make-up. It was a costume, but she seemed attached to it. She was certainly attached to those breasts.

Arlene wanted to feel happy for her son, and she was because he looked happier than a pig in shit as he sat next to his older fiance looking so womanly and femininely puffing away on her Virginia Slim.

Was the woman sitting in her living room the boy who had seemed so relatively happy and normal not so long ago? Arlene had never meant for this to go as far as it had when she encouraged Hank to explore his feminine side. But the further he explored, the happier and more excited he became. She couldn't say no to him, but maybe she should have.

Paul kept a civil tongue as he and Dave discussed the older man's intentions for his son, but his thoughts were anything but civil as he looked at his 16 year old son made up to look like a woman in her late 40s.

How can that man have the nerve to look me in the eye after he's fucked my son in the ass, thought Dave? And God knows what else he did to that poor boy. If Hank wasn't over the age of consent I'd call the cops.

Dave puffed on his Camel and chose his words carefully. He wouldn't allow his temper, his passion, or Paul Wilson to come between him and Henrietta. But what about his guilt?

He glanced over at Henrietta as she chatted away with her sister...no, he reminded himself. Arlene is Henrietta's mother. He reminded himself that Henrietta was really a 16 year old boy with a penis between his legs. I'm not gay, he thought. Why do I want him or her so much? Even if she'd been born a girl, she would still be 16 and I'd still be 66. I'm 50 years older than her for crying out loud and she's a boy! For some reason that thought aroused him and he was disturbed by his arousal. What does that say about me, he wondered?

Paul turned his attention from Dave to his son. "What do you have to say about this Hank? You're always telling your mom and I that you aren't gay. I know you get off on dressing up and smoking your girly cigarettes, but I always thought this was just some kind of phase."

"I don't know Daddy. I just know I love the way Dave makes me feel and I love him and I want to marry him and be his wife. Please let me marry him Daddy!"

"That's good enough for me," said Arlene.

"Well its not good enough for me," said Paul. "What about your education Hank? Don't you want to finish high school and go to college?"

Henrietta rolled her eyes and blew a plume of smoke. "I don't need school daddy. I already have a job and I'm going to quit it anyway after Dave and I get married."

"That's right," said Dave. "I'm from the old school. A woman's place is in the home."

"Think about it Hank. Marriage isn't a game. Have you seriously thought about what it will be like for you to be Mr. Evans' wife for the next 20 or 30 years?"

"Well if its anything like last night then I'm all for it!"

Dave grinned and rubbed Henrietta's skirt covered knee.

"For starters," said Paul, "you're going to have to do a better job of keeping Mr. Evans' house clean than you do your room. And you're going to need to learn to cook and wash clothes."

"Mom can teach me that," said Henrietta.

"She's right," said Arlene. "I can."

"Mr. Evans has grandchildren, doesn't he?" asked Paul. "You'll have to be a grandmother to them. Isn't one of them almost your age?"

"They'll think I'm a grown-up," said Henrietta as she waved her cigarette around. "That means they'll have to do what I tell them to do. I think it will be fun!"

"She's got a point there," said Arelene. "Bossing kids around is a lot of fun."

"What about his age Hank? Have you thought about that," asked Paul? "Mr. Evans is an old man. He's 66 years old and smokes unfiltered cigarettes."

"I know," said Henrietta! "I love that about him," she said as she kissed Dave on the cheek. "I think older guys that smoke are just so sexy!"

"They also get heart disease and lung cancer," said Paul. "Do you want to spend ten years or more taking care of a sick and dying old man, because I guarantee that will eventually happen if you marry him."

"Oh honey," said Arlene. "You can't guarantee something like that."

"But its highly possible," said Paul.

"I don't care," said Henrietta. "I love him and I want to marry him for better or worse!"

Arlene smiled across the room at Henrietta as she took Dave's hand.

"You don't think you'll get bored of this in a couple months or a year," asked Paul? "You don't think it will bother you when you see your friends going to parties and dating girls their own age? You're missing out on the best years of your life. You know that, don't you?"

"No I'm not Daddy. This right here, the way I am now. These are the best years of my life and I'm going to 45 for the next 30 years because I'm only 16!"

"That's not true," said Paul. "You can't stay 45 for the next 30 years if you marry Mr. Evans. You'll need to age with him or else people will get suspicious."

"Then that's even better," said Henrietta. "I want to be old lady!"

Paul slapped his knees, stood up and walked across the room. Dave stood up to and the two men shook hands.

"Welcome to the family," said Paul. "I can't say I'm happy about this, but I'm almost glad you're taking her off my hands."

"I'll take good care of her and make her happy," said Dave.

Henrietta and Arlene shrieked with joy.

*****

Henrietta sat on her mother's bed, wearing just her under garments, as her mother pulled a long cardboard box from the closet.

"I can't wait to see you in my wedding dress," said Arlene as she opened the box and removed the white dress from its protective packaging.

"Me too," said Henrietta excitedly.

"You're going to make such a pretty bride," said Arlene as she helped her son into her old wedding dress. "We should have done this years ago."

"Why do you say that?"

"If we had, I might have had a chance to have you as a daughter for a while before you became my old maid sister."

"I'm not going to an old maid much longer," laughed Henrietta.

"No you're not honey. But are you sure you want to go through with this wedding? Your father is right about marriage being a lot of responsibility. Dave is going to expect a lot out of you once you become his wife."

"How can you even ask me that Mom? Can't you see how happy I am? I'm going to be a grown woman for the rest of my life just like you! I'm going to smoke cigarettes and have sex with my husband and wear dresses every day. It's going to be great!"

Arlene frowned as she fluffed out the bridal skirt. "Married life is wonderful honey and I hope you enjoy it, but its not all fun and games."

"It will be for me," said Henrietta as she walked over to the mirror to get a better look at herself in her mother's wedding dress.

"I supposed this is a lot different and more exciting than you're old life," said Arlene as she lit a cigarette and handed the pack to Henrietta.

Henrietta lit the cigarette and admired herself in the mirror. "Look at me mom. I'm smoking just like a real woman."

"And from what I understand, you had sex like one too. Did you really enjoy it honey, or were you just saying that?"

Henrietta exhaled as she pondered her mother's question. "Its probably a little of both but it wasn't like I hated it. It was just real weird, you know, having sex with a man, especially Dave because of how old he is. But that's what made it exciting. And it did feel nice once I got used to it. I just hope I can make Dave happy with what I have because its not like I have the right stuff."

"Believe me honey, I saw the way Dave was looking at you today. You have the right stuff as far as he's concerned."

"Thanks Mom," said Henrietta as she turned and threw her arms around Arlene in a hug. "I needed to hear that."

******

Dave's daughter and her family flew in from Oklahoma two days before the wedding. They stayed at Dave's house and Henrietta spent a good deal of time with them. She liked Sally and her family a lot.

Sally and her husband Rick were both in their mid 40s. They had three children. Scott was 15, Katie was 12 and Megan was 5. Henrietta thought they were the picture-perfect family. None of them smoked or drank. Religion was an important part of their lives. Dave and his late wife had done an incredible job of raising Sally. She was a mom's mom among mothers.

Sally adored Henrietta and they became fast friends.

"I'm so glad my father is marrying you," said Sally. "You're so perfect for him!" She looked over at her father and asked, "So how does it feel to be a cradle robber Dad?"

Dave got a worried look on his face. "What do you mean honey?"

"Henrietta is only 45. She's the same age as me!"

Dave grinned. "I guess that makes me a dirty old man, doesn't it?"

*******

Henrietta and Dave spent their honeymoon in Europe visiting Dave's old battle haunts. Seeing where Dave had spent the war made Henrietta that much prouder of him.

The first eight months of their marriage was like a fairy tale to Henrietta. She was living out her fantasies. The wedding ring on her finger made her feel so respectable, even though she was anything but respectable in their bedroom.

Henrietta's fantasy world came to an abrupt end one night when Dave answered the phone. Sally and Rick had been killed an automobile accident. The kids were okay. They hadn't been in the car.

Dave and Henrietta flew out to Oklahoma for the funeral and took the children back with them. Henrietta and Dave's role changed from grandparents to parents overnight. Papers were filed with the appropriate state agencies. Seventeen year old Henrietta and 67 year old Dave were now the legal guardians of three children.

Dave took his daughter's death hard and fell into a deep depression. He spent most of the first three months after the funeral moping around the house or in bed. Henrietta found herself taking care of one old man and three children. It seemed as if her father's prophesy was coming true, but it was even worse.

Henrietta's days were spent cooking and cleaning for five people. When she wasn't working around the house, she was chauffeuring the kids around town. At 16, Scott was old enough to get his driver's license, but his parent's automobile death had traumatized him. He had no interest in getting behind the wheel of a car. Making matters even stranger for Henrietta was the fact that Scott was now a junior at the same high school that he should be a senior at.

Arlene and Paul felt bad for their former son. They helped out as much as they could but they had a child of their own to raise. It was obvious to both of them that Henrietta was caving to the stress. It was obvious to Henrietta as well. She was smoking more and enjoying it less. It didn't turn her on any more. It had become just an addiction that she couldn't shake and a coping tool for her increasing stress. Her love life with Dave had gone down the tubes as well. At 17, she was horny all the time, but Dave had no interest in satisfying her needs. He was just too depressed. Dressing up didn't turn her on either. As far Henrietta was concerned, her clothes were just clothes- something to wear.

Henrietta was complaining to her mom about her life. "I hate it mom. I wish I had never done this. I'd give anything to be a boy again."

"I'm sorry honey, but this is your life now. People are depending on you. You have to make the best of what you have."

"It wouldn't be so bad if Dave wasn't so sick and depressed."

"Then maybe you should try to snap him out of it. The two of you would feel so much better if you just started having sex again. Sex is so important for a good marriage honey. Your father and I have sex at least twice a week whether we want to or not."

"I want to," said Henrietta. "But Dave isn't getting erections."

"Oh my. That's not good, especially at Dave's age. You know what they say about older men and sex."

"No."

"They say use it or lose it. Have you tried masturbating him?"

Henrietta shook her head. "I'm just so tired when I go to bed. All I want to do is sleep when I get in bed."

"You have to try harder on your marriage honey if this is going to work."

Henrietta took her mother's advice. Even though she was exhausted at the end of the day, she'd crawl in bed with Dave and do her best to give him an orgasm with her hand. She used her other hand to smoke with. Every unsuccessful effort brought memories of a better time. She remembered their first night of sex together when he had gotten too drunk to drive. It had been so fun smoking in bed and masturbating him with the TV on. It wasn't fun any more. It was a chore.

Dave woke her up early every morning with his hacking cough as he jump started his decrepit lungs with an unfiltered Camel. She didn't think his smoking was sexy any more, now that he was getting sick from it.

Just as Henrietta thought she couldn't go on any more, she felt Dave jerk beside her as he groaned. Her hands were covered with warm sticky sperm. "You did it!" she said. "You had an orgasm honey."

Things seemed to get back on track after that. Dave started getting out of bed more and leaving the house. By the fourth month after the funeral he had resumed having regular sex with Henrietta. He also started helping out around the house more, though he got winded easily.

Life was still difficult for Henrietta as she raised three children who weren't that much younger than her self, but it was easier now that she had a husband to help. She was starting to feel spunky again. Her clothes started feeling silkier and her cigarettes started tasted good again now that she was getting her recommended daily allowance of Dave's sperm.

Henrietta was enjoying being a mother to Scott, Katie, and Megan. They all called her grandma, but in truth, she was more of mother to them. She'd sit with them at the kitchen table and smoke cigarettes until they finished their homework. On the weekends, she'd take the girls shopping while Dave taught Scott how to drive a car.

One afternoon, while the kids were in school, Henrietta was giving Hank a blow job. Henrietta was certain that she enjoyed sucking the sperm out of Dave's old penis almost as much as Dave enjoyed her doing it for him. When they were finished, Henrietta got up to brush her teeth while Dave had a cigarette in bed.

The phone rang and Dave answered it. Henrietta didn't know who had called but she recognized the agitated look on her husband's face.

"That was counselor from Scott's school. He got caught smoking in the bathroom. We got to go down there."

As they were driving to the school, Henrietta discovered that she was just as angry at Scott as her husband was. She was surprised by her feelings. When she had first married Dave, she would have been thrilled by the prospect of catching one his grandchildren smoking. She would have felt so grown-up and flaunting her smoking over them and punishing them for what she did every day. But she felt different now because she didn't think of the kids as Dave's grandchildren any more. She thought about them as being her own children.

Even though she was only a year older than Scott, she felt as if he were her son. It would break her heart if he were to take up smoking like her and Dave.

Scott was waiting for them in the office when they got in the school. The counselor told him to stay on the bench because she wanted to talk to Henrietta and Dave alone. Dave and Henrietta both shot Scott a disappointed look as they walked past him.

The counselor introduced herself as Martha Timmie and asked them to take a seat. After they were seated, she removed a form from her desk and handed it to Henrietta.

"What's this?" asked Henrietta as she glanced at the form.

"Its a permission slip," said Mrs. Timmie. "We'll need you and your husband to sign it before we can give Scott permission to smoke in our school's designated area."

As a former student, Henrietta was well aware of the school's designated smoking area but Dave was surprised.

"You let the kids smoke in school," asked Dave?

"Yes Mr. Evans, as long as the students have their parent's approval and do it inside the the designated area. Your grandson was caught in the bathroom and he didn't have a permission slip on file with us."

"But why do you let them smoke in school in the first place," asked Dave? "That sounds crazy."

"We've found that kids are going to smoke regardless of the rules. We've also found that it works better if the school controls the situation rather than allowing the situation to control the school." Mrs. Timmie looked down at some notes on her desk. "After talking with Scott, he didn't think you'd mind giving him permission since the two of you are both smokers."

"My husband and I are both smokers, Mrs. Timmie. But we're adults and Scott is just a kid. We don't want him to smoke at school or at home."

"I'm glad to hear you say that," said Mrs. Timmie. "I wish more of our parents felt like you and your husband. Unfortunately, I'll have to suspend Scott for three days unless we have your signed permission form on file."

"Then suspend him," said Henrietta. "My husband and I will probably do a lot worse than that to him when we get home."

Mrs. Timmie stood up and shook their hands. "I'm so impressed," she said. "Scott is very lucky to have the two of you looking out after him. Would you like to get involved with our Partent Teacher Association, Mrs. Evans? We could really use a woman like you."

******

After agreeing to join the PTA, Henrietta and Dave took Scott home to begin his three day suspension.

Scott apologized to his grandparents all the way home, begging their forgiveness but Henrietta and Dave refused to talk to him until they got home. When they did get home, they sent Scott to his room and told him to wait.

Dave wanted to take a belt to Scott but Henrietta talked him into letting her handle it.

"He's my grandson too and I don't want him to smoke either," said Henrietta as she angrily removed a Virginia Slim from her leather cigarette case and lit it. "We're the same age, so I'll know how to talk to him about it on his level."

"What? You're not going to tell him the truth about yourself. Are you?"

"Of course not! I'm just going to talk to him about it on his level," said Henrietta as she climbed the stairs to Scott's room.

Scott was sitting on his bed waiting for her when she walked in.

"Your grandfather and I are so disappointed in you right now Scott."

"I know Grandma. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise."

Henrietta took a long drag on her cigarette and exhaled. "What possessed you to do it in the first place?"

Scott shrugged and gave his best attempt at an answer. When he was done talking, Henrietta sat down and gave him her take on the subject.

"I'm not mad at you," she said. "I thought it was cool too when I was your age. I don't think that way any more though and neither does your grandpa."

They talked back and forth for over 30 minutes.

"Your school suspended you for three days and your grandpa wants to punish you too. I understand why you did it and I believe you when you say you won't do it again, but I still have to punish you."

"I know," said Scott.

"Okay then. You're grounded for the next 30 days. No stereo, television, or radio. You'll go to bed every night at 8:00 through the week and on the weekends. Do you understand?"

Scott nodded. "I'm sorry about this Grandma."

"I know you are honey," said Henrietta as she kissed him on the cheek. "Your grandfather and I both love you very much. You know that, don't you?"

"I love you guys too."

*****

Later that night in bed, Henrietta clenched her teeth and held on for the ride as Dave navigated her anal cavity with the length of his penis. Sex with Dave wasn't nearly as exciting as it used to be when she was first discovering her femininity, but it was spiritually fulfilling.

After releasing his sperm, Dave laid down next to her. He was out of breath, but he felt wonderful. "Thank you," he said.

Henrietta kissed him, sat up in bed and lit a cigarette. "Snuggle with me," she said.

Dave put his arm around her waist and laid his head against her breasts. "Thanks for talking to Scott today," he said. "I would have lost my temper."

"It was surreal," said Henrietta as she exhaled. "If that's the right word. I guess I'd have a better vocabulary if I had stayed in school."

"Surreal is the right word," said Dave as he nuzzled against her breasts. "You're a good mother and a good wife. You know that, don't you?"

Henrietta looked down at Dave's face and smiled. "I don't think if I can do this without you."

"Yes you can," said Dave. "You're not a little boy any more. You're a woman like your mother. You can do this."

A tear fell from her eye and she wiped at it. "I love you so much. I don't want you to die."

"Maybe its not cancer," said Dave. "Maybe its just a cold."

*****

Dave passed away in July. Henrietta did her best to stay emotionally strong for the kids. Money wasn't an issue because Dave had left a generous life insurance policy. Scott began his senior year in the fall. Katie was 14 and a freshman. Megan was 7 and in the second grade.

Henrietta missed Dave. She also missed her life as a boy. If it wasn't for the kids, she would have used the insurance money to set things right with her body. Maybe when they're grown and out of college, she thought as she removed a cigarette from her brown leather case and lit it.

She stared at the cigarette between her fingers with distain. She and Dave had tried twice to quit smoking together before he died. She tried again three months after the funeral and had made it for three days before succumbing. She'd been a total angry bitch during those three days. The kids had wanted her to quit, but they admitted they were relieved once she started back. Megan told her that she was nicer when she smoked. Scott and Katie agreed.

When Henrietta wasn't taking care of her family, she was volunteering at the high school and the elementary school. She was very active in both the PTA and her church.

Henrietta's mother and Katie encouraged her to start dating again but Henrietta wasn't interested in men. She was just doing her time on planet earth until the kids were old enough to go out on their own.

Scott graduated from high school and enrolled in the local college. He lived at home because it was cheaper and because he had fallen in love with Henrietta. As far as he was concerned, she was the woman of his dreams and had been since he had first seen her at his grandfather's wedding. He kept that secrets and others to himself.

Katie followed her brother to college after she graduated from high school. They had always been close. Young adulthood brought them closer. Things were said and secrets were hinted at. Truths became exposed.

"You love her, don't you," asked Katie?

"I can't help it," said Scott.

"Even though you know the truth about her?"

"You know the truth too, and you still love her," said Scott.

"But not the way you do. You love her like grandpa did."

"What about Megan," asked Scott? "Has she figured it out yet?"

"About you being in love with with grandma or grandma being a boy?"

"Both."

"She knows you're in love with her because she asked me about it. But she doesn't know about the other thing."

"That's bad enough," said Scott as he lit a Marlboro and crumpled the empty pack.

"When are you going to tell Grandma about that?" she asked as she pointed at the cigarette between her brother's fingers.

"About the same time I tell her that I'm in love with her so I guess that would be about never."

"You need to tell her," said Katie.

"About the smoking?"

"You need to tell her that you love her. Its okay with Megan. And its not like she's our real grandmother."

"Right," said Scott. "And its not like she's a real woman either." He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. "But I still feel like she is."

*******

Henrietta sat in front of her mirror on the morning of her 22nd birthday and added another wrinkle to her latex make-up making her look as if she'd just tuned 52. She reminded herself that she was doing it for the kids as she lit a cigarette.

Kids? Scott is 21. Katie is 18 and Megan is 11. She wondered if Scott would move away after he graduated. What about Megan? How old will I need to look when she graduates from college?

She thought some more about Scott. It worried her that he had never had a serious girlfriend all through high school and college. Maybe he's gay and he's afraid to tell me, she thought.

*****

Scott took a job in town after he graduated from college. He asked Henrietta if it would be okay with her if he continued living in the house. He offered to pay rent.

"I'd like it if you stayed," said Henrietta. "But I don't need rent money."

"Thanks Grandma."

Henrietta lit a cigarette. "There's been something I've been wanting to say to you for a while, and this is about as good of a time as any. You're 22 years old Scott. You're an adult now. I'm glad you want to stay here with us, but I know you're not a kid any more."

"So I guess that means you're telling me that I don't have a curfew?"

Henrietta laughed. "No curfew, but I'd still appreciate a phone call if you stay the night out. The reason I brought it up is because I don't want you thinking that you have to hide your lifestyle from me."

"Okay. But I don't understand what you're talking about."

Henrietta sighed. "I was hoping you wouldn't make me say this, but I just wanted you to know its okay if you ever want to bring a boyfriend home. Thats all."

Scott laughed. "You think I'm gay?"

"Well I've never seen you keep a girlfriend for more than two dates. I just figured you must be hiding something from me."

"I am hiding something but its not a boyfriend."

"Well whatever it is, you can tell me. You're an adult now and you're free to live your own life."

"In that case," said Scott as he pulled a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, "I'll start with this. I smoke."

Henrietta frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "I really wish you wouldn't but its like I said. You're an adult now and you're free to do whatever it is you want to do."

"So its okay with you if I start smoking in the house with you?"

"Absolutely," said Henrietta. "Do Katie and Megan know?"

"They do and they both say I'm stupid."

"And I'm inclined to agree with them," said Henrietta. "But from now on, there will be two smokers in this house," she said as she kissed him on the cheek. "I guess you'll be be taking your grandfather's place."

Her words threw him off balance. "Grandpa's place? What do you mean?"

"Nothing really," said Henrietta. "Its just that there were two smokers in the house when you're grandfather was alive. So there'll be two more again. That's all."

"Okay," said Scott as he lit the Marlboro.

*****

Six months had passed since Scott graduated from college. Henrietta, her mother Sarah, Katie and Megan were in the kitchen making Christmas dinner. Paul and Billy were watching a football game in the living room with Scott.

Katie, who had figured out the truth years ago, marveled at Henrietta and Sarah as they bickered like sisters. Both women had gray hair and glasses. They were both wearing tacky Christmas sweaters. There was a big Christmas tree on Sarah's red sweater. Henrietta was sporting a snowman on her green wool. They both looked like sweet little ladies as they chain smoked their Virginia Slims and argued about whether or not it was time to baste the turkey.

Katie understood the sacrifices Henrietta had made to raise her and her siblings. What about Sarah, she wondered? Had Henrietta's transition been difficult for her? She let her son marry my grandpa when he was only 16. She must have given him permission to start smoking when he was even younger than that.

That night, before going home, Paul Wilson hugged Henrietta and whispered in her ear. "I'm so proud of you," he said. "You have a beautiful family."

"Thanks Daddy," said Henrietta. "I love you."

Katie watched them hug. She hadn't heard the words they exchanged, but judging by the looks on their faces, she assumed the words had been pleasant. I have to tell her, she thought. She looked across the room at her brother Scott as he picked up some glasses and took them to the kitchen. Nothing is ever going to happen unless I do.

"Grandma, can I talk to you about something private?" asked Katie as they were doing dishes in the kitchen.

"Of course you can honey. What's on your mind?"

"Can we talk about it in your room," asked Katie?

*****

Henrietta sat up in bed smoking one cigarette after the other as she relived the conversation she'd had with Katie. They knew the truth about her, except for Megan. They knew the truth and they loved her in spite of it. And according to Katie, Scott loved her more than anyone.

He wants to be with me the way his grandfather was, thought Henrietta as she lit another cigarette. Her limp penis tingled at the thought. It wasn't as if she'd never imagined being with Scott, but those thoughts had been fantasies. Nothing was ever supposed to come of them.

Katie says its okay and there's nothing wrong with it. She said that Megan and her want this to happen. They want Scott and I live to together as husband and wife. But how would that work?

People know he's not my real grandson. But he's 23 and everyone that knows me thinks I'm 53. Unless we move away, I'll never be able to be young again. This is my home.

*****

One Month Later

*****

Henrietta's heart fluttered as Scott held Dave's old Zippo lighter for her. She exhaled and thanked him as he reached into his shirt pocket and took out a pack of unfiltered Camels. He looked too young for the Camels but she knew he'd grown into them with time. She had begged him not to switch from the filtered Marlboros but he had insisted on smoking the manly Camels like his grandfather had done before him.

Megan laughed.

"What's so funny," asked Scott?

"Nothing," said Megan from the other couch. "I just think you look cute lighting Grandma's cigarettes for her."

Henrietta giggled. "I think he looks cute too."

"So does this mean you're going to be my grandfather now," asked Katie? "Or are you still going to be my brother?"

The End