"Hi grandma "

"Oh hello, it's my favorite grandson! Are you guys back yet from Florida?"

"Not quite, we missed our connection"

"Oh dear, your father is never going to learn. His whole life I've been telling him: if you want to be on time then you have to leave on time"

"We did leave on time grandma, it was the plane that needed some fixing. At least it didn't crash"

"Now listen up Bobby, that's nothing to joke about. I heard about some accident and these people really got hurt, so show some respect"

"Yes grandma, sorry"

"And tell your dad to wake up in time or you guys will never make it back home! I gotta go, grandpa needs a beer I think. Bye!"

"Bye grandma!"

Click...

"Oh boy, that went well..."

"Char, is that you? I thought you were dead!"

"Hi Kay, yes it's me. I'm..."

"You told me you were going to be on that plane. It crashed! I've been crying for hours. Why did you give me the wrong flight number?"

"Well, it was..."

"Jenna and Jessie too! We've been crying over the phone together. "

"Sorry, I wish..."

"Sorry? I can't believe you gave me a wrong number, that's not funny you know!"

"It wasn't the wrong..."

"Hang on, I'm getting Jenna on the line. She'll be mad as hell!"

"Listen Kay, we would have been on that flight but we missed our..."

"Jenna, it's Kay, I've got Char on the line. She isn't even dead!"

"I would have been, but I missed the flight! Sorry..."

Click...

"Oh boy, that went well..."

"Oh my god, who is this?"

"Mimi, it's me, Sylvia"

"...."

"Mimi? Hello?"

"Yes, sorry. We heard your plane crashed. I checked your itinerary. Lisa! It's Sylvia, she survived the crash, can you believe it?"

"Well, I didn't really..."

"Lisa says it's not possible, everyone died! You're not tricking me are you?"

"No, of course not! I missed..."

"Listen lady, maybe you sound like my boss Sylvia but she's dead, so don't mess with us please!"

"I'm not, it's..."

Click...

"Oh boy, that went well..."

"Hey Rebecca, it's me"

"Oh hi Michael, how are my nieces and nephews?"

"Everyone is fine, considering the circumstances"

"Oh god, what happened? You didn't get into an accident did you?"

"No, I'm pretty sure your sister is still watching over us. It was close though, we should have been in that plane that crashed, but we were too late at the gate"

"Geez! You.. I.. Oh my god! I can't..."

Click...

"Oh boy, that went well..."

"Hey babe! When will you be back home? People are starting to think I don't have a girlfriend anymore, can't have that happening!"

"Jack, listen, I..."

"It's fine babe. Just let me know when I can pick you up, so I can show off the prettiest twin in town"

"Jack, I have to tell you some..."

"Listen to this babe, there was a scout today, I think he was from Michigan or Ohio State or something. He saw me play. I threw an awesome pass, fifty yards easily. It was perfect, if only stupid Gary would have caught it."

"Listen Jack, I'm breaking up with you. I learned today how life can be over in a whiff, I don't want to waste it..."

"Haha babe, for a moment I thought you said you're breaking up with me. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, remember that! But can you believe that, I'm going to a big college, top ten in the country!"

"It's over Jack, I have to move on"

"Sure babe, but always remember! There's only one me and two of you!"

"You're a moron Jack!"

"Okay babe, see you Monday!"

Click...

"Oh boy, that went well..."

"Hey dude, I'm still alive!"

"Cool, I figured that. See you tomorrow"

Click...

"Hehe, that went well..."

After we all got a round of calling in we gathered around the bed again. Everyone but Mick had a flustered look on their face. "Listen" I said, "we have to decide what we're going to do tomorrow. Do we dare to get in a plane again or are we going to drive home? It's around an eight hour drive". Everyone started talking at once but it seemed like the consensus was that we fly, if there is a plane that is. We have no fresh clothes and the long drive will not help. So I told everyone to go to bed, try to get some sleep, as we have to be back at the airport at 6 am.

When the kids are all gone to their room Sylvia looked at me and said "What a night. It should have been the worst, but I feel so happy inside". "Me too" I replied, "I'm so happy the kids love you!" "They're a nice bunch, you've done a great job! As a reward you can spend the night in my bed. I look forward to having someone warming me up every night". We decided to take off all our clothes and hang them up to air out as much as possible. For the first time we both had a look at our full bodies. She was truly perfect, I couldn't stop staring at her large firm breasts, her tan lines, her hourglass figure, her long legs but mostly her perfect smile that seemed to be painted on her face. I'm afraid I wasn't as perfect, my belly starts to show a bit and my hair is thinning out. But overall she seemed satisfied with what she saw. "We have some work to do but I definitely see potential to make you a beautiful woman" she said. "Will they be okay with that at your work?" "I hope so. Thus far they have been very supportive towards me and I have a female friend who's part of the management group. She has helped me a lot already to bring the mom out of me". "I like to meet her" Sylvia said, "she seems very open minded and we will need friends like that. Now just in case it doesn't work out, I make enough to support the whole family, so you can transition and find a different job where they won't know you as a man. Or you can be a stay at home mom..."

We crawled under the blanket and I spooned her, my arm around her, it was strangely comfortable. I asked her to tell me more about her bad experiences with men. "My first time was prom in high school, my boyfriend was nice, a great dancer. At the end of the night he took me home and everything was perfect, we both knew we were going to make out, our first time together and a first for me, period. My dress was so sexy and he peeled it off me, he was rock hard himself. He finally pulled my panties down, before I could prepare him and I will never forget the disgust on his face. He said I was a guy in drag and the whole school would laugh at him. He hit me, hard, and he kicked me. I was told later I was lucky I didn't die. He spent years in prison until he was 21. It took me months for my body to recover and mentally I'm still working on it." I could sense she was crying and I kissed her softly in her neck. "Years later" she continued, "in college, I was quite successful already and not looking to date. I was modeling one of my own designs, real sexy if I say so myself. A guy in the audience was in awe, he brought me flowers and we hit off nicely. He took me home, but on the way he stopped the car and he started making out, but I had no interest. He started raping me but when he found a dick where he tried to put his he freaked out. He grabbed a gun and forced me to jump off a bridge. Again I should have died, but some guardian angel kept me alive. He also ended up in jail."

"Since then I've tried with women which was more satisfying than I had expected. But the few that I ended up with in bed did not like my male part either. No violence but the relationship was over. I had a bit of luck with the next guy. My plan was he first gets to fuck me in my pussy, so he knows I'm a woman before he gets to see the rest. It worked but he was not interested in going further, but at least he was nice about it. And then there was you..."

She turned around and kissed me, her tongue deep in my throat and I kissed her back deeply. I thought about us, why wasn't I freaked out? But I had tasted both of her sexes and I had liked both. Am I gay? Or just open minded? Or did my own angel and her angel sit together and hook us up? She's perfect to me and I have a feeling I'm perfect to her as well. As if she read my mind she said "Today I should have died, again, for the third time. Instead my guardian angel dealt me a lucky card, an ace. I want to play it well and see how far we can get together."

And just like that I saw our shared future. I would be the perfect woman for her, capable of satisfying her in multiple ways and she would be my mate, my friend that I needed so badly, that my kids need, my lover with some extra, I will cherish it. I smelled her skin, so sweet and soft, I can see the light in her smiling eyes, even in the dark, and she nestled in my armpit, my arm around her resting on her breast. And that's how we fell asleep.

The next day was crazy. We managed to get a small breakfast in before the shuttle took us back to the airport. Lots of reporters there and police and also family of the victims, trying to get some information about their beloved. All flights from our airline were grounded, I guess too many planes were being fixed just before takeoff. But they did find a spot on a different airline for us although it wouldn't leave until the afternoon. Then somehow the press found out about us, the "survivors". And we spent hours explaining why we had missed the plane and why we were so lucky. I almost felt guilty, having seen all those mourning people. Our picture was going to be in many newspapers but we looked like a happy family, no one ever questioned if Sylvia was perhaps not the mother to my kids. Everything just felt natural with her, Goofy calling her mom, the girls all over her, together looking at makeup and clothes and magazines. Mick winked at me, clearly feeling good about it himself.

When we finally boarded Bobby was very nervous but Sylvia said she would hold his hand for the whole trip. The two of them ended up flying first class, while the rest of us was spread out in the back. I sat with one of the girls and so was Mick. We all were tense but it was one of the quietest flights ever, almost boring. Except for Goofy apparently. He could not believe how many drinks he got and different foods and tv and even wifi. When we finally got off the plane he was waiting with Sylvia, still holding her hand. For a moment I saw my wife in her and she waived at me, saying goodbye now that I found a new lover, a new mom for her kids? Who knows, I'm the last one to ever deny there's not more in life than just living. 

As silly as it may sound but our luggage came off the belt as soon as we got there, at least it had missed the doomed plane as well.  We had two cars and we decided to go our separate ways, at least for a little bit. Everyone wanted a shower and clean clothes and after that Sylvia would come to our home to check things out. She really didn't live that far away from us, she was even in the same school district.

When she was at our door an hour and a half later she looked ravaging in a short loose skirt and a leather jacket. The kids dragged her upstairs to show their room. The twin had one together and so had the boys. She was interested in everything they showed her, it felt again so natural, nothing was forced. She liked my room as well, sitting on the bed for awhile before she checked out the walk-in closet and looking at all the clothes I had, both male and female. We shot a game of pool in the basement and had some pizza that I had called in. Then we all loaded into her massive SUV and drove to her place.

Once we reached the mansion area I started realizing she must be doing real good. She stopped at a home with a large driveway and room for at least four cars in the garage. The kids were suddenly quiet, seeing an unexpected wealth. The home was big inside as well but it still gave a cozy feeling, we felt welcome immediately. There were rooms everywhere, from a double kitchen to a two story family room, from a sun room to a massive study. She clearly worked from her home and everywhere in her work area there were drawings and different fabrics and machines to cut and sow. And then in a side room there were shoes, hundreds, all neatly stacked by size like in a shoe store. The girls couldn't get enough of it and soon found a pair of shoes each with heels way too high in my mind. But they walked proudly around and I was surprised they didn't wobble, like they have had that kind of shoes forever.

Sylvia laughed and was quite happy to share her stash with the girls. Then she lead us upstairs and I was shocked by the amount of spare rooms she had. All the kids could have their own room if they wanted each with a private bathroom. When I saw the master bedroom I was speechless. Apart from the giant bed and dressers and multiple walk-in closets there was a separate sitting room with a luxurious audio set and a big screen tv. And then there was the bathroom, probably bigger than my own bedroom. It had double showers and a large bathtub and a hot tub filled with water with enough room for all of us to relax. 

In the basement there was a workout room and a game room with pool table and a game system that clearly had Goofy's approval. And did I mention the large deck in the back leading to a full size pool? It was all there and suddenly the kids realized we could all move here and they would have their own rooms and all the fun stuff around. I was proud at the woman I loved, how well she did and how she had managed to give this mansion still a friendly personality. It was no surprise that the kids wanted to move, they picked their own rooms although the twins decided to stay together.

Sylvia called us all together around the dining table. She had a serious look on her face. "Listen", she said to the kids, "I can tell you like the house and I can't wait to share it with you all. But I want to make sure one last time this is what you want, as last night was so full of emotions. Come Friday, your father will not look like this anymore, he will be a very pretty woman. A lot of people will call him crazy, tell it straight in your face. Others will laugh at you for having lesbian parents. It was one thing when he dressed up to substitute your deceased mom, but now he has me, so he can be 'normal' again, so why would he chose life as a woman? This is going to be hard on all of us, but you have to deal with other kids that can be very cruel."

"I don't care" said Bobby, "I've been without a real mom for five years, no matter what dad tried to do, and now that I can have two I want it."

Sylvia patted his hair lovingly, while both girls nodded. We all looked at Mick. He said "I agree, this plane thing has changed our life already forever. We could have been dead, but instead we found you, and I feel a happiness inside me that no moron can change, no matter what he says. When I graduate I want you both to be there, I want everyone to see what a beautiful couple you are."

"Michael?", she asks, seeing a tear drip down from my cheek. "Yes", I answer, "I'm all in. You called it karma yesterday but nothing comes for free. I expect to lose friends, maybe even my job, but it's worth it, I know it, my kids know it. Not because you have such a wonderful home, but because you're such a wonderful woman, you fit in our family like we've known you all our lives."

At that Sylvia replies "Okay, if we all agree, then welcome to my home, which is now your home and I want you to feel home. We'll get your rooms ready this week and move all your stuff next weekend. Hopefully your dad can get an extra week off. Now you guys have to remember, I haven't really lived together with so many in my life, so please be patient. I have only one request. You've seen my studio, it's where I work during the day, with two more ladies helping me. There's a number of sharp tools that can get you hurt real easily, and unless you're trained on how to use them please don't touch them or people get hurt. And there's a lot of fabric, some very expensive, so please don't play there and if you have friends over, please keep them away from there."

"We can have friends over?" Bobby asked. "Of course silly, all the friends you want, it's your home. As a matter of fact, I've seen a few boys in the neighborhood that seemed like your age, so maybe you can make new friends even."

Serena asked, "You said only trained people can touch your machines. Can you teach me?" Sylvia looked at her in surprise and said "Of course, what do you want to learn?" "Everything", Serena replied, "I want to learn to design and to make it, I want to learn everything you know." Sylvia nodded, then looked at Char. "What about you?" "Can I just wear the stuff you guys make, try your dresses?", Char replied. Sylvia laughed, "So we have a designer and a model. Anyone else?", looking at the boys who both shook their heads.

"Okay, it's all settled then." Sylvia continued. "Why don't you guys get comfortable. Figure out what you want your rooms to look like so we can get it painted this week. Play games, try the jacuzzi, while your father and I have some things to take care of." She pulled my hand and guided me to the master bedroom. In one of the walk-in closets was a massive mirror and a chair like you normally see in a salon. She closed the door behind us and had me strip naked and sit down. She had a professional device for laser hair removal and she clearly knew how to use it. For the next hours and probably next days she would work on my body, which was to be as hairless as herself. She also put me in a corset to shape my body and explained dieting plans for me. No more pizza dinners for a while... We also discussed exercising, she'll be my coach and buddy. Then I called my boss.

"This is Trish"

"Hey boss, this is Michael, sorry to call you in the weekend."

"Michael! No problem, I saw you on TV today. I'm so happy you missed that plane, I wouldn't know what to do without you."

"Thanks, yeah life has been crazy. Makes you realize how short life really is."

"Yeah, I can only imagine. Say, if you need some extra time to get over the shock, why don't you stay home for a few more days."

"Oh thanks, that was actually why I called you. Can I take a whole week? We're moving in with my fiancée."

"Oh sure. I did notice there was a beautiful woman with you. I didn't even know you were dating again."

"I wasn't really, just call it karma. Say Trish, could we have lunch together on Friday? I've something important to tell you."

"Okay? You're not quitting on me are you?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just something I can't say over the phone. Can we go somewhere private? I don't want to run into anyone from the office."

"Hmmm. How about that little Mexican place off of route 7?"

"Sounds good. See you at noon"

The week was crazy, so many things to do. But Sylvia is some organizer, she got a painting crew lined up and soon every room looked perfect and was ready to move in. Forgive me if I can't tell it all in the right order but here are some of the things that happened...

By Wednesday I had hair extensions and breasts were glued on my chest. This was professionally done, even Sylvia knew not to mess with that. Somehow they managed to merge my skin with the "skin" on the breasts, so you couldn't tell it wasn't real. It should last for at least 6 months, maybe 12 if I was careful. But Sylvia said not to worry as my own breasts would grow because of the hormones she had me take. Depending on how fast things happen they may actually take off the falsies early. I felt for the first time a real woman, it may sound crazy but for me breasts are what shapes the female figure. As promised I had only be wearing skirts and dresses and my own curves started to show. The diet really helped shaping me as did the exercise. My God, she knows everything about the human body. How to keep it healthy, how to work muscles, how to get more pleasure in bed. And believe me, sex sessions every night and sometimes during the day as well. And she was always teaching, never missing an opportunity why it feels better, why it's needed, how to be a better woman, a better lover. I wasn't complaining, I sucked it all up, eager to learn, eager to please as well. Makeup was the hardest but she's the best teacher I've ever seen and I'm getting the hang of even that.

Another thing she was good at is cooking. She made dinner again a family event, everyone together and no electronics. And she made everyone help, no exceptions. She explained why certain foods work better, how to clean them and cook them, what spices work, which ones are healthy or not. And the funny thing was that becoming part of the process made the kids more aware, more self conscious on how to take care of their bodies, as did I as I worked on my own special diet. But seeing Goofy eat vegetables and actually liking them and experimenting with food made me realize how much I had taken the easy path in the past five years. I enabled them not to like certain foods, I was quickly to order food in or throw a pizza in the oven with ice cream to top it off. All the kids were a bit more puffy than they should have been, as was I. But it's incredible how quickly things changed. The kids actually had fun making their own lunch and not buying in the cafeteria. Pimples that had been a problem for all of them simply disappeared as were constipation issues. New clothes, better fitting, were a good reward, and of course that was Sylvia's specialty.

What else? Oh yes, the gym. The basement had an area with workout equipment, serious stuff, the type you see in a professional gym. And she knew exactly how everything worked, how to stimulate every muscle and how to target any piece of fat or loose skin. Working out with her was fun, she explained again how and why she wanted me to do things, how to strengthen my feet and legs to make it easier to walk in heels, how to reduce my waist and my "male" muscles. But in a fun way. Believe me, I have tried to bike or run the treadmill, but it was monotonous and unappealing and I quickly gave in to the notion that it was too tiring. Not anymore. There are so many different things to target, each time something else, it never was boring this way. And biking for example was much more fun with a monitor that made it look like you're in the mountains and you feel the slope in your legs. Real bikes were to be purchased as soon as summer would get closer and we would all go out together on rides.

Sylvia got Mick also interested in the gym, although she targeted totally different muscles than for me. Strength training built up his arm muscles and his chest area. Again she explained what to do and what not and he really got into it. I had the feeling that he would get a boat load of girlfriends in the future. And that was another thing, she talked about these things as well, how to treat young ladies, how to be a gentleman. I could see the two getting close and I know that Mick will make a fine husband in the future. Again, that should have been something that I should have done, but a female hand makes such a difference.

The healthy lifestyle clearly explains why Sylvia had so much energy. As a matter of fact, we all started feeling it. Once the girls were finished with their homework Sylvia would take them in her studio and teach them how to make clothes, what makes all the different fabrics different. With Selena she concentrated more on the design part and with Char she helped her modeling. Both learned how to use the equipment however. And Mimi and Lisa helped with that as well. Ah yes, Mimi and Lisa, whom I think are a couple, two young women that finally realized that their boss was alive, as was clearly stated in many TV news shows. So they showed up normally for work on Monday and couldn't stop hugging Sylvia. And when they learned about me and the kids it caused a slight bit of friction. Not in a bad way, but the women were used to take breaks and get to the kitchen and make food and drinks etc. But they were often in their undies or lingerie, simply for comfort, which was never a problem until they ran into Mick and Bobby who had just come from school and driven over to see how their rooms were coming along. But over the week they got used to it and they liked the twins a lot and that meant two more teachers. They actually loved my transformation to womanhood and they taught me a few things as well. I learned a lot more about Sylvia through them, fun stories, but it brought me and Sylvia even closer. She's truly a diamond, a precious stone.

Oh yeah, I got all the paperwork done at the schools, so starting next week they can get on the bus from here. Plus more paperwork that identified Sylvia as a parent or guardian as well as me under my new name. Yep, once I got my breasts I decided I could no longer be Michael. I didn't want to be a Michelle, although I like that version of my name as well. But I wanted something stronger, something that fitted better next to Sylvia and I settled eventually on Diana, with Michelle as my middle name. The kids liked it, Sylvia did so too, it didn't matter to the school, as long as the paperwork was in order. And on Thursday Sylvia had pulled some strings and as far as the government was concerned I was also Diana now.

On Friday I left for lunch with my boss. I was purposely a few minutes late, so that she would be there already. And when I walked into the restaurant I saw her sitting at a table, waiting for me. She paid no attention to me until I stopped at the table. I hadn't realized it but this was the first time I was out of the house without Sylvia on my side and I was very aware of the looks I got in my leather skirt and red blouse. But none of the stares suggested that they thought I was anything else but a woman. And so was Trish. 

"Can I help you miss?"

"Trish, it's me, Michael."

"Michael? Oh my god, it is you, I can see it in your eyes."

I sat down across from her, concentrating on my best female voice that I had been practicing on.

"Yeah, this is what I couldn't tell you over the phone. My life has changed quite a bit since we missed that fatal flight."

"I can see that! But my god, you look great, better than me and I've been a woman all my life."

I felt my cheeks coloring and I had no clue if my makeup would hide that or not. It clearly didn't as she suddenly continued.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way, sorry. I was just surprised, I didn't expect this from you, although I've heard the rumors that you sometimes play for mom to your kids."

"That is true actually, I tried to help them cope with the loss of their mom. It worked a little bit but by now I know I could have done much better."

"That is so sweet actually, not many men would go through that hassle."

For a few seconds we were both in our own thoughts. A waitress put down two glasses with water and some chips and salsa. I took one of the glasses and took a careful sip.

"So you think this will be a problem? I mean when I come to the office like this on Monday?"

Trish took a much longer sip. Then she dipped a chip and chewed that away. Another sip of water and suddenly she started smiling.

"No, this might actually be a good thing! You know Michael..."

"Diana. I had my name officially changed to Diana."

"Oh, I like that name. Yes, I can see a Diana in you. It has something regal and you certainly look the part."

"Thanks"

"Well Diana, HR can worry about that. But what I was about to say is if you remember the survey in the company and the conclusion that there were not enough women? Every department had to take action to fix that, even if it would mean letting men go and hiring a female in their place. You know how our department is mostly men. It's me, a girl in the software group and a secretary versus the rest of you. I was told to fix that, without the company taking a hit of course as without engineers no problems will be fixed. You are a perfect solution, one more girl, one less man, and no knowledge lost. Maybe you can convince some more guys to cross over!"

I was shocked. I was worried about losing my job and now it seems like I secured it actually.

"Wow! I don't know what to say."

"Listen Diana, I have always thought that you should be my right hand. You have the most experience and everyone respect you. You hear and see so much more than me in my office. But I have always worried about you not being happy with a woman as your boss."

"What are you saying? You have certainly earned your stripes, I don't think anyone would think that, certainly not me."

"Oh, welcome to womanhood... You'll find out soon enough that you will be treated differently. You know how many people still thing that girls can't be engineers?"

She grabbed my hands in hers and for a stupid moment I thought she was coming on to me, but then I realized she was reaching out for help to another woman. And it was suddenly clear to me, she always shows a confident front, almost arrogant at times, but she is worried about what the guys say and think about her. It must be hard at the top especially for a woman in a typically male job environment. And suddenly I felt a great admiration for her, for reaching so far by herself.

With my one hand I covered hers now, trying to send positive feelings back to her.

"Of course I will help, I always have, but now I realize that wasn't very obvious to you. I've always heard that women work more efficient together, I hope to be part of that."

And with that a new friendship started that would make us both more successful. We ate and laughed and chatted about kids and I told her how much the kids have changed as well, the effect Sylvia has on them. She didn't ask why Sylvia needs a woman on her side but I could see her drawing the correct solution. One day I'll tell her but not now. When we left she hugged me and she said she couldn't wait working together with the new me. I just hope everyone will feel that way.

That weekend we moved all in, officially now. The biggest change, for me personally, was the master bedroom. No more noisy mattress or creaking bed, it improved our sex life even more, as we were no longer holding back, as we were very careful not to wake up the kids in my old home in the past week. One of the things I can't forget to tell is that very interesting positions in bed are possible between two women, both with a male member and one with a pussy as well, and both with very eager mouths. But the "standard" position was never forgotten and protection was never used. Sylvia herself had told me that her doctor had said she was infertile. It turns out that was only her male part because two months into our relationship she was pregnant. I was okay with this, it would have been a waste if such a perfect human being could not reproduce. For her it was a change in her mindset as she had never thought this possible. But when she started embracing it she did so with all her energy. It's funny how such a healthy person can have cravings for the craziest junk foods. But apart from that she worked with Serena on a new pregnancy line of high fashionable clothing which became a success with many celebrities.

By the time our twins were born (apparently I must have a twin gene as this is my second already) I had gotten rid of my false breasts, as I had grown my own in the mean time. It had improved my sex life even more as Sylvia loved sucking them. But now with the twins I actually managed to produce milk and we could feed them both together. Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for this but it was the most wonderful experience seeing this little girl looking into my eyes while she nibbled on my nipple. I was a true mom now, thanks to some very good karma.