Later, when it was just me and Jenna again, I told her I was sorry. But she told me, don't worry, you had no chance against his advances. I know the feeling very well. He has fucked me at least a dozen times on our trip, and I can't wait to do it again. I nodded, yes, that were exactly my thoughts.



I was still awake, as she fell asleep, her arm draped around me, on my breast. So indeed, she and Mark had slept together. Had sex together. How did I feel about that? Did he just take her, like he took me? Was there love involved? Like I knew I loved Chelsea? And yet, I still loved my wife deeply as well. And I even had feelings for Mark. Was I gay? Would I ever have male sex again with Jenna? Would I want to? Would she want me still? Would the three of us fight to be fucked by Mark?



So many questions and I had no real answers, but a pretty good idea that Dakota was to stay. Even though in the morning I transformed back into Jeff. It almost felt awkward. I missed the weight on my chest, I missed my long hair. I even missed my impractical nails. Yet without makeup my skin still felt soft and smooth, probably due to the laser hair thing.



Jenna convinced me to wear a waist cincher still under the male clothes I had brought to wear last Friday, which felt like a year ago. It would help to keep my figure and nobody would see it. But I needed quite a bit of my belt, to prevent my pants from slipping down my hips. I guess it would do, as I put on my boring shoes.



In the office, after the initial Monday morning meetings I went to see my boss. I explained to him, sort of, why I had needed last Friday off. I was a teacher now for a bunch of orphans, for three days per week, and was it okay with the company if I took two hours of PTO each time. And by the way, was the company willing to donate a couple of old computers?



Next thing I know we're in a meeting room with someone from IT and the lady from HR, named Bea. Turns out, the company had been wanting to do just that. Finding a worthy cause to donate our discarded computers to. And it was made clear that I did not need to take any PTO, I would be on company time and pay, while teaching the kids. Of course the company wanted to promote the whole thing on their website and in press releases, which would help the orphanage even more. And my face would be plastered all over...



It quickly hit me we had a problem and I found some time alone with Bea. When I explained the orphanage was female only, her first reaction was, even better, we stimulate these girls into engineering interest, still an area where men have a vast majority. Then suddenly it dawned on her. How was I able to teach there then?



I simply showed her one of the pictures on my phone, and she said, oh shit!

But she was a very quick thinker. Obviously we couldn't have my image all over their advertisement as the teacher at an all female orphanage. Unless...



Unless I was a woman as well within the company. Even better, as she started smiling again. How serious was I and would I consider going female during normal work hours as well? Then any picture of me would be of my female self, which would be more attractive anyway on the website. The company could offset some of my costs for a female wardrobe.



I really didn't want to sound too eager, so I said, I'll do it, for the benefit of the girls in the orphanage. It will save me time before each class, as I don't have to "transform". But what will everybody in the office say?

Leave that to me, Bea replied, you will be our hero! The only thing you have to do is making sure that it does not look like a scam. We will change your name and gender in the system. But you should get an official name change as well, for tax and insurance purposes and what all not.



This suddenly went real fast, was I ready for this so quickly? It hadn't even been a week. I needed to discuss this with Jenna and maybe Chelsea. When I said so, Bea told me to take the rest of the day off, as she needed a decision before 5pm as that was the deadline for this month to make any changes in the personnel system.



And just like that I was back home. I hadn't even realized I had driven to the mansion. Both Jenna and Mark were at work, but Chelsea was home, working out. While biking she listened to my entire story. When I finished, she said, wow, that's a good deal!



I sort of had expected that, as she had introduced me to womanhood in the first place. Jenna would really be the one to decide. When I called her she was with a client but she could meet me for lunch in about an hour. When she heard I was off for the day, she asked if Dakota could come. I said, sure!



Well, that was interesting. My wife preferred Dakota over me? Like Chelsea. And Mark. And I was excited myself to change back. Was this a sign?



I needed Chelsea's help to get ready that quickly, but right on time I was at the restaurant, where Jenna hugged and kissed me as an old friend. Again I told my story, and eventually Jenna asked the critical thing. This isn't a nine to five thing anymore, is it? I shook my head, and she continued, this is a "twenty-four seven" thing. A "Jeff no longer exists" thing. A "we're a lesbian couple" thing. This is not just you, this is me as well, our family, and if we ever get lucky enough, our children as well. You realize that?



Of course I had thought of that as well. The alternative was not to use my company's help, but most likely they wouldn't give me the time then that I needed to teach the girls at the orphanage. And wasn't that what started all this? We wanted to give back to society, through the Foundation. If the girls lost out, did we then not fail in the end? What does some extra money mean to them if we missed the opportunity to teach them?



After I said all this, Jenna looked at me for a long time. So, she finally said, Dakota can fix all this? I believe so, was my reply. She then got up, and pulled me up in a hug. And just like that, my fate was sealed.



My first call was to Bea, who was excited beyond believe. I think I solved one of her goals for the year. I was to come in as Dakota from now on, and she told me to get a business wardrobe and simply expense it. She'd pull it through accounting. As we spoke she changed my records, but what was my middle name? I settled on Cheyenne.



Chelsea met me for more shopping, this time for business outfits. It was as much fun as last Saturday. Then it was salon time, for some more permanent changes. I left with hair extensions, "real" nails, a pedicure, and semi-permanent makeup, which would make it easier on me for the next three months. She also convinced me to get a minor filling injected in my lips. I was hesitant at that, but afterwards I realized how much better I looked.



Then there was an enormous set of paperwork to be filled out for my name change. Apparently none of that could be done online. But within the next two weeks Jeff would indeed be gone. And by sheer luck, when I called a specialized doctor, she had an opening right that minute.



She took a bunch of blood and checked me all over. In another week I'd have to come back, unlocked, for some of the results, but she had some interesting observations already.



Clearly, the corset had improved my posture, but also my natural shape. She also predicted that walking in heels would be easier for me than flats. She approved of the laser hair removal I'd done already but wanted to make sure I'd continue with all sessions. She was curious though why my skin was as soft as it was. And under my falsies she saw small budding. Was I perhaps on hormones already?



I said no, of course, as a matter of fact, the only pills I took were to improve my fertility, my male fertility. When she asked more about it, I could only tell it was an experimental medication. She actually knew Mark, professionally, and gave him a call about the pills. In the end she told me to keep taking them.



When we discussed my mental health, she asked about my sex life, which was anal only, and a few times per day on average. Did I come? Oh yes! Any discharge from my penis? Eh, no. With sex toys? Or with men? Mostly toys. So you had sex with men? One time. Was it good? Oh yes! Did he come inside you? Hmm mmm. Is that a yes or no? A yes. Did you use protection? A no. Have you ever given a man a blow job? Of course not! I mean yes.



She was actually quite interested in the orphanage story, the main reason for going female. And she was proud of me for pushing through, so I could teach these girls.



We also discussed future options, from breast implants to sex reconstruction. Facial surgery, Adam's apple and castration were also on the table. I left with a bunch of flyers, slowly understanding the depth of my decision. And I had a valid document to help getting my official gender changed.



The last thing I did, before crashing at home, was call Mrs Epstein. We settled on classes at Monday and Wednesday from three to five. Also on Friday, but I would be there the whole afternoon, to do any necessary IT work on the computers and network. She was thrilled about my company's donation, and fully agreed on the media exposure.



So yes, home right now was the mansion, where all my female possessions were. And Chelsea had a wonderful meal for me, as I told everything that had happened that day. Mark was very proud of me and Jenna just hugged me.



That night Chelsea was in my bed, as Jenna was with Mark. I guess Jenna needed a real man, but I comforted Chelsea as well, who probably thought Mark needed a real woman. Together we made passionate love, not to be outdone by the other two.



The first day at work as a woman was both scary and thrilling. I had gotten up an hour earlier than normal and needed every minute of it. Both Chelsea and Jenna helped me. When I found my cubicle, my name plate was already changed to Dakota. I had to make a new picture for my badge, and signed a ton of papers. My colleagues, at least the guys, kept their distance. Women from all over the company however came to wish me luck.



But when I had to go to the bathroom, I made sure I went to the ladies, an anonymous complaint was filed, about a man in the women's. Bea told me not to worry, as people would get used to it, but it would help if I could wear some sort of chastity device. I told her my manhood was safely tucked away, and I didn't have the key. It seemed another worry dropped from Bea's shoulders.



My first "official" class on Wednesday didn't go anything like I had planned. The girls had so many questions, from how to turn the computer on, to how to save their first program. We went through everything together and I managed to even throw in a bit of the new stuff I had planned. But the fact they all had tried their best, warmed my heart. I had to keep that fire going.



When I told them we'd have more computers come Friday, a big cheer went up. I had the feeling I'd be spending all Friday night as well, setting everything up. Oh well, it was worth it!



On Friday I first had lunch with Deborah, the woman I had eaten out in the casino. Her husband had written her number on the business card he'd given me. I told her about the computers I was collecting for the orphanage, but I really needed a server, to start managing all accounts. I wondered if she, or her husband, maybe knew a way to find me a second hand one. She promised to do her best convincing her husband, but she told me she was very good at organizing fund raisers. And this seemed a worthy cause.



We chatted back and forth about it, and when I suggested we invite all the girls from the orphanage, and give them an amazing time, her face just lighted up. Leave it to me, she promised, I need about three weeks.



I wasn't wrong about getting all new computers going, three more desktops and four laptops. But three girls helped me, Asia of course, and Mandy, but also Leila, the oldest, who was to leave after she finished high school. She wanted to learn as much as she could before that happened. I tried to find out if she had a college lined up, but she was very tight lipped about it.



It's amazing how quickly things can settle down and become normal. Not having to hold back on my own changes anymore, so I could still present as a man, if needed, had me plan some facial surgery. Nothing big, but it would reduce my Adam's apple and a slight fix to the tip of my nose. I also got another laser session and they took special care now in my crotch area. I also started yoga, tanning and dedicated workout to improve some parts of my body, from a female point of view.



Dressing became second nature, I didn't need help from Jenna or Chelsea, although often we still did for fun. I wore nothing less than three inch heels, even in the house, as I appreciated the extra height on my smaller frame. The house was the mansion, as we were seriously considering selling the old home, as it made it easier to switch partners.



My classes were going well too. Lot's of hands-on but I got more theory in as well. My best student was Asia, who kept surprising me. We wrote our first application together to convert numbers back and forth into the binary system. But Asia's program also did long division and multiplication using the binary values, showing each step on the screen. I looked at her code and I could not tell she was a beginner. She made me very proud, not just that, but she also helped all the others in their coding.



The following Friday the server would be delivered, courtesy of Deborah and her husband. When I reached, a beautiful black girl, I say girl because she looked like she just finished college, was installing a brand-new server in a dedicated rack. Her name was Theresa, and she had indeed just graduated college, but she was the only female available to do the installation.



Leila was helping her as Asia was just observing. The two young women seemed to get along very well, as Theresa explained everything she was doing. She had more equipment, like switches, a laser printer and network storage for backups. And five more laptops. Deborah had clearly not gone cheap, from what I could tell, it was all top notch equipment.



I asked Theresa if she wanted to say a few things to all the girls in my class, and she had no problem with that. And I saw a light of delight in Leila's eyes, that I had not seen before. When Theresa spoke to the whole class, she explained that her father worked for this big computer company, first on the assembly line, working himself up, and he was a service rep now. The company offered free college to employee kids, providing they'd work for five years with the company as well after graduating. She was the first ever in her family to go to college.



It was again an all-nighter, as all computers now had to connect to the server first and all kids got their own login account, as well as email and much much more. But I got food and we joked a lot and we got it done before midnight. By then, an interesting friendship had developed, and Leila was invited to Theresa's home, where she was still living with her parents and her brother.



On Monday I found out how serious that visit was as I learned that Theresa's parents wanted to adopt Leila. They'd help her through the last year of highschool and then she'd be able to go for free to the same college that Theresa had been. Her chance to do something she loved in her life.



When I heard that, I felt proud that I had brought it on. Becoming a woman and all that seemed indeed the right thing suddenly. Asia seemed a bit anxious for some reason and when I questioned her, she asked, why can't you be my mom? I could only be honest, and said, I'll have to discuss this with my wife. We may not be able to offer the right environment to you.



Both Leila and Mrs Epstein asked me to check out Theresa's family. I went there the next Saturday and took Asia with me. The parents, Sam and Sallie, were hardworking, loving people. Incredibly proud of their daughter and their son Trey, who was a junior.



What I noticed was the warm family life, as everyone was working together to prep the meal. Leila seemed to fit in so easily, enjoying preparing food while talking computers with Sam and Theresa. Asia and I were put to work as well, and I could see in Asia's eyes how much she loved it.



We talked a lot, but the critical question was about a black family adopting a white girl. Leila didn't care, she only saw the family life she'd missed as long as she had lived. And I saw changes going on, how Sallie kissed her softly, like she was her daughter already. And Theresa had opened up her wardrobe to Leila as well, as she wore proudly a very pretty dress. Even Trey seemed to like Leila, they had seen each other in highschool on occasion.



Sallie asked for one thing only. Once Leila graduated, would I come and bring my own family and some girls from the orphanage. That way Leila would have people cheering for her from both her old and new life. Again I was humbled by the fact that I seemed to make a difference.



When I took Asia back we both talked with Mrs Epstein, and we both advised for adoption. And that started the paperwork during which Leila only asked that she still could follow my classes in the orphanage.

When I got home with a very happy feeling, everything suddenly changed. Jenna was pregnant.



It was simple really. Since those first two nights in the hotel, Mark and Jenna had slept together most of the time, and in the sex I had with her, my own manhood was never involved. It was clear that Mark was the father. But what was the family situation that this child would arrive in?



Mark had worked on a solution, and Jenna agreed. Both couples would get divorced so that Mark and Jenna could marry. They hoped that Chelsea and I would get married too, and keep on living with them in the mansion. Alternatively, Chelsea and I could move to my old home, that wasn't sold yet, but they wanted us to help raise their child and hopefully children.



Both Mark and Jenna had busy jobs, so this would give the children still a loving home, as they knew we would be perfect in raising kids. We would have no costs of living, and they would pay all bills and provide health-care. It would be our kids as much as theirs. I could even quit my regular job, but they expected us still to work for the Foundation and the orphanage.



We all took half an hour to think things over, during which Chelsea came to me, telling me she loved me. I loved her too, I knew, but could I make her happy? Staying with Mark and Jenna we'd essentially be domestic personnel, nannies, maids, whatever you wanted to call it. They would be the master and mistress, and we'd be servants. Is that what we wanted?



When we got back together I still didn't know what to say. Yes, we'd get divorced, and I'd marry Chelsea in a heartbeat. But I wanted my own child as well. I wanted to adopt Asia. Chelsea smiled, she loved that girl. But I would only keep living here, if everybody loved her, and accepted her.



Mark and Jenna laughed. It was exactly the point they had tried to make. Whatever children were in the house, we were all parents to them. So Asia was welcome.



Chelsea then said, she was indeed willing to marry me, but I had to agree to fully complete my path to womanhood. She needed a pussy to eat out any time she had an urge. I was okay with that, but I added that although my pussy was just for Chelsea, I still needed Mark inside me on a regular basis. And Chelsea agreed, she needed that too.



In the end we had an agreement. One night per week I would be back with Jenna, and Chelsea with Mark. Another night Mark was mine, and Jenna with Chelsea. All forms of sex were on the table, but I would hold Chelsea's key and she mine. I'd still wear chastity even when I was a complete woman.



We all had equal control over the Foundation although Mark and Jenna would be more the frontrunners that they already were. I was going to keep my normal job as long as I could, just because it helped the donations toward the orphanage, including myself.



The divorces were essentially paperwork, as we all were in agreement. Both Leila's adoption and Asia's adoption came through, the week after we tied our knots again, just with a different partner. Asia had carried my ring and Chelsea's, and Leila Mark's and Jenna's.



The wedding had been a much bigger deal than originally planned, because Deborah combined it with her fundraiser. It was a spectacle of beauty, as she had provided gorgeous dresses for each girl in the orphanage, as well as a salon treatment. Most girls had never worn a new dress before. As a matter of fact, I heard from multiple inquiries about adoption. I think the most important outcome was a promise of free college from a major university.



So, the four of us living in the same house, with some interesting combination of sexual escapades, didn't change much after the "wife-swap". Adding a seven year old girl however in the mix though changed everything. Officially, Chelsea and I were parents now to Asia, but as far as she was concerned, she had three mothers and one father, quite an improvement for a girl who'd never had one parent. Yes, it was mostly me and Chelsea that she dealt with, getting ready for school, or when getting back home. But we made dinner a sacred family time, and all parents did their utmost best to be there.



Both Mark and Jenna took their share in helping with homework, and thus Asia bonded with everyone. Jenna's pregnancy interested her tremendously and she was the first, apart from Jenna, to feel the baby kicking.



It took a few months before we all could feel the kicking, but towards the end of Jenna's pregnancy things changed. Mark was suddenly afraid that he could hurt the baby while having sex, while Jenna was continously horny. A bad combination. Unless you have two women in the same home, that don't mind eating a horny pregnant woman out. And here's where I had an inch extra on Chelsea, an inch that made me the goto person eight out of ten times.



With that extra inch the tip of my tongue reached deeper inside Jenna's snatch, just touching that spot that both drove her crazy yet also gave her the relief she needed so badly. Jenna'd come hard, quickly, spraying me with her juices, pressure powered by that enormously tight belly. I could easily make her come twice, even three times.



Mark, who had been willing to give up sex with Jenna for a while, still had his needs, and while I was eating out his wife, my own rear was ready to receive him, and boy, did he take me. I was a conduit, between two lovers, a buffer to slow down his power. Whereas I took the raw hit. And enjoyed every second of it. Both were talking dirty, to me, to each other, and by the third time that Jenna came, Mark shot his load inside me, as Jenna's juices tried to put out the scorching fire of my own orgasm.



And this happened sometimes two or three times per night, with Chelsea filling in, when I just couldn't take any more. We tried different things, like Chelsea blowing Mark while I ate Jenna, giving up on our own orgasms, for the sake of sanity. Is there such a thing as overdosing on sex? How do pregnant couples deal with this, that don't have willing lesbians living in the same household?



It was Asia one morning who told Jenna to get ready, even though she still had two weeks to go. But she was right. Over lunch contraptions started and we all went to the hospital. Mark, a surgeon himself, couldn't handle things, which gave Asia a chance to be there with Chelsea and me. She soothed Jenna, as Chelsea helped with the breathing exercises, and I just watched in awe as a new girl was added to our family. I cut the cord, which was more or less ceremonial, but it felt good.



Jenna told Asia to name her sister, so we were not surprised it was Taylor. Mark by now stood crying in the door and it was only logical that Chelsea hugged him, and the two of them spilled their tears together. Happy tears!



I watched in wonder how this little piece of new life was being cleaned, then wrapped up, and a nurse gave her to me. I carefully handed her to Jenna, and we spilled our own tears. Not quite how we had started out, but we finally had a newborn. After that I hugged Asia hard, knowing how much love I had in me to give.



It took two days before Taylor came home, and our home would never be the same again. Still, sleepless nights, so often a problem for new parents, was easily spread over four parents. And during the day Asia did an amazing job in feeding and changing the baby.



After about a month, with Mark, Jenna and me back at work, and Asia in school, Chelsea took the most care of the baby, and they truly bonded. I can only say we were the happiest family in the world.



It took perhaps half a year, when Jenna tested positive again on the pregnancy test. All went very well once more, and at some point Mark was unloading his nerves into me and Chelsea again. This time however, unexpectedly by now, he got Chelsea pregnant as well.



With her condition it was pretty much bed rest for her from day one, the risks for a miscarriage, or worse, were simply too severe. And just like that, I had to quit my day job, to take care of two pregnant women, plus the rest of the family. They didn't have any leave for spousal support in our health plan, so I had to give up on it.



At least they were understanding and they promised to keep supporting the computer classes in the orphanage. Mark actually took enough leave, so that I could keep on teaching. But, being the only one left to take care of his sexual needs as well, these were the most exhausting months of my life.



Things got slightly better after Jenna gave birth to Caitlin, with Mark and me in the birthing room, as Asia stayed home to take care of Chelsea and Taylor. Jenna had taken half a year off, but I liked the nightly feeding with the new baby, that way at least I got some rest during the day.



Chelsea's baby came two months early through a C-section, and as they had warned already, they made sure Chelsea could not get pregnant again. But Precious was in our lives now, and she came home after about six weeks.



So, three baby girls in the span of two years, in addition to Asia, the big sister to all of them. But, things settled down into a rhythm and Chelsea was full of energy after seven months of “rest”. She breastfed both babies, and was happier than ever. I was particularly happy as well, seeing my first students getting scholarships in computer science.



When Jenna mentioned charity a few years ago, I could not have expected to be where we are now, but if I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a thing. Making a difference in all these kids lives was well worth it, and it made a difference in my life, our lives as well.