When we got back Rex was immediately put to work to grill burgers. Kids were hungry and running around, still wet from the pool. Delilah took me aside, to a quiet corner with the most comfortable garden chairs I've ever sat on. She handed me a cocktail and ordered me to sip. It was delicious and with a high alcohol content. She took a sip of her own, then she said, “Tell me!”



I remembered everything almost word for word and she was pleased with the way I explained things to Rex. Then I asked her if this would work for her as well, as I was sure Rex would try to get his hands on me every day. She promised she'd help me hold him off every now and then, just to keep him honest. Then she asked me if I would mind sleeping in her bed once or twice.



I knew she had strong feelings for me, and I loved her more than I ever loved Sophie. But what would Rex think? He didn't need to know, she figured, but she thought she could probably teach me more about being a woman, intimacy wise, than I would ever learn with Rex. She had a point, and I really wanted to find out how two women sleep together. And I said “I love to.”



She then brought up an interesting topic. She was sure that Rex knew something wasn't completely right, and that was exactly what he needed. What would mom and dad say, if their son married a transgender girl? And then their daughter does the same, and who knows what Vanessa, the tom-boy would bring home, or maybe she would take the transgender part. It wouldn't give them a lot of grandchildren, right?



We laughed like crazy, and suddenly Miss Vee was there, with her own cocktail. “This seems like the fun corner today. Mind if I join?” Of course we didn't and as she sat herself down, Del said, “You may like it actually, mom. We're talking sex and children.”



I almost sneezed my drink out of my nose, how would her mom react? I'd never say something like that to my own mom. But Miss Vee just laughed and she said “ Are you two planning my grandchildren?”

I could feel my face go red and couldn't say a word. Didn't dare to. But Del didn't stop. “I told Josie how I didn't have much luck with either men or women, and she suggested I should try a transgender girl. Then, with a bit of luck I could even get pregnant.”



Her words were totally twisted from what we had talked about, but I felt it had a hidden message for me. Was that why she wanted to sleep with me? My face stayed flushed, I knew for sure. But Miss Vee had an interesting answer.



“I have told you kids over and over again that I don't care if you bring home a boy or girl, as long as you're happy. It has been years since you came out as lesbian, but I never had the impression you were truly happy. Maybe Josie is right. I would welcome a girl like that with open arms in our family, if she makes you happy.”



I saw Delilah's face go stunned and it probably reflected my face, my red flush gone now for sure. Could someone really be so open-minded? And my body moved to Miss Vee, and I hugged her and I said, “You must be the most wonderful mother in the world. No wonder Rex and Del are such wonderful people.”



And a tear escaped from her eye, as she now hugged me and said, “Oh god. I really hope it will work between you and Rex. You are just the perfect girl!” Almost the same words Rex had used earlier, and I thought, as Josh no one had ever called me perfect. And I heard Del whisper, “I really want you as my sister.”



We told her mom about me moving in with Delilah for a few weeks, as I needed to find my own place. She promised she could help with her contacts in the city. She even suggested I'd take a room here in the mansion, but I politely declined. I wanted to date Rex on even grounds. But one thing she would not let go.



“Listen Jocelyn. I can't predict the future on how things will go between you and Rex. But you said something to me that only a daughter could say. So, no matter what, you have a sweet spot in my heart for the rest of my life. Why bother with your own place? Stay with Delilah until you and Rex figure it out. You two act as sisters already, so I'm sure it will work out. Which means, no more Miss Vee, or Mrs Ferguson. From now on it's Mom, and you will make me proud!”



I knew protesting would be useless, and my own heart filled with warmth as well, and I said proudly “Yes Mom!”

Before she left she told us to try the pool before we filled up our stomachs. She was going to make me a steak I would never forget.



As Del took me to her room to get changed, I asked her, “Did you try to tell me something when you told mom on getting a transgender girl to get you pregnant?”

“Didn't try anything. I told you straight up that one night I will sleep with Jocelyn and we'll free up her manhood and see if it still works, before she loses it forever. And whatever happens will happen.”

I knew by now that when someone in this family says something like that, it will happen.



Of course Delilah kept surprising me. My first reaction when she showed me the one piece bathing suit, was that it was leather. But that did not make sense in a pool, right? “Feel it”, she told me, so I did. “Rubber?”

“Close”, she said, “it's latex. I think you'll like it. And I think it will drive Rex nuts.”



She was right. Again. The black material was slick and elastic. It took a bit to get on, but it followed the exact line of my female curves, holding the weight of my breasts even better than my bra had done. I could even see the contours of my belly button. The material was slightly thicker over my fake vagina, and hid my old and new sex very well. I looked like the star from a sci-fi movie.



Deborah in the meantime had donned a bikini made from the same material and I felt a thrill seeing her athletic body in the shiny black material. “Girl.. we look good!”



And everyone agreed when we walked arm in arm to the pool. I saw Rex's eyes almost bulge out, and realized again that Del was right. When we jumped in the water a new surprise surfaced. I once used a diving suit on a vacation, to do some snorkeling. It was so sleek to cut through the water. This latex suit was ten times as sleek. I felt like a mermaid, as I didn't surface until I hit the other end of the pool. A delighted laugh escaped from my mouth, as Del looked in awe at me from about the middle of the pool.



Soon, Rex and his uncle were in the water too, and we played a game of water volleyball, guys against gals. I didn't realize it at first, but Rex gave me a couple of very easy balls, like he wanted me to win. But then I realized he just wanted to see me jump up from the water, as I tried to smash it back. Rex's size however was critical as they beat us by a mile. But it was all worth it when he lifted me up and kissed me, his hands all over my latex.



We did a few more games and I won the underwater race, swimming back and forth through the pool. Delilah won the handstand show, and I couldn't believe it but she stood straight upside down in the water on only two fingers of one hand, her other arm stretched alongside her body.



Rex won the noodle contest, riding on his floating horse. And uncle Martin was the fastest in diving for three rubber sinkers. But in the end I simply enjoyed floating on my back in the water, soaking up the sun. I caught both Rex and Del making pictures on their phones.



Our mom, yes I love saying it now, gave us bathrobes when we came out and showered the chlorine off, which allowed me to keep my suit on. And that's how I ate my steak. My steak, yes, not Rex's, although I was happy to share with him. This time it was Mom to make pictures, she said the ecstasy on my face could make it into the menu of her restaurant.



At some point, I don't remember how we got to it, I said that I had noticed that everybody had such beautiful names, but each one was shortened. Delilah to Del. Maximilian to Max. Veronica to Vee. But I had no idea what Rex stood for. It got very quiet and I saw a scowl on Rex's face. I heard Del cough, as she said something like Rexft… But finally mom said, “It's Rexford. A beautiful, royal name. Nothing to be ashamed of.” Everybody started laughing, soon hysterically, and even Rex started smiling. I guess it was a running joke in the family.



When the extended family was gone, the rest of us ended up in the “billiard room”. I had kept my skinsuit on but I had wrapped one of Vanessa's skirts around my waist. Rex had whispered in my ear already that he wanted to fuck me later while I was wearing the black latex. I guess we both had a new fetish.



We played pool and drank a lot until midnight. I played with Rex against Del with her dad, and we had no chance, no matter how much Rex helped me to keep my stick straight. In my tipsy mind I had to giggle each time I felt his own straight stick poke in my back. But it was Delilah who had the super talent. One time she emptied the table without the rest of us even getting a chance.



The Ferguson household had one simple rule. Nobody would drive away from the mansion, while under the influence of alcohol. There were enough rooms for any guest to sleep it off. I was offered my own room, but without any hesitation I told them I'd sleep in Rex's room. Delilah still joked about what room Rex would sleep then, but he simply took my hand and wished everyone goodnight.



I knew exactly what he wanted, but I made sure we brushed our teeth, or we would regret it in the morning. Then I dropped my skirt and let him have me on the bed. It was not as easy as he thought, as pulling the latex to the side made it bounce back before he could fill me up. I had to help, with my hand between my legs to keep the latex to the side, as he slipped his rock hard monster inside. He played with my tits through the latex as he pumped me, and although I could not cum, I enjoyed it when he sprayed my insides. And the latex was so tight it kept his junk inside me all night.



In the early morning I woke up, to find his dick once more at full length. And out of a hunch I moved so I could put my mouth around it. His dream must have been exciting, as he grew in my mouth and I guided his long member in my throat. He came, without ever waking up, and I tasted his sweet and salty seed, which I savored on my tongue. When I told him later he thought he had dreamed it.



After a long shower and a quick breakfast that Marion had prepared, I drove with Delilah to her shop, where I first had to put my uniform on. She had said nothing about it, but when we both changed into a full length leather skirt, together with a black turtleneck, on modest one inch heels, I knew it was her way to add to my leather collection without having to pay for it. But it actually worked, as almost every customer made a nice comment on our dress style.



I learned a lot about measurements, although you'd think as an engineer I should know. But bust size, hip size and waist size made for an interesting amount of combinations.



And then the collection of designer clothes. I learned how to keep them perfect, keep them clean, know each designer, how best to pose for a camera, the best shoes, the best hairstyle, any accessories, and of course the price, as not one piece in the shop had a price tag.



It was like reading dozens of fashion magazines a day, in combination with thirty years of womanhood, plus a keen sense of business and reading the customer. Only for certain products did we have more than one-offs, and I saw her charge a different customer a different price, but after that happened I had to take the rest to a backroom. Nobody would be able to buy that again for the next two weeks.



There was a steady stream of customers, and Del knew most by first name, even though some lived two hundred miles away. I soaked up the way she interviewed the customers, then guided them to the right product.



A few times either Del or me had to model some clothes, if a lady was shopping for her daughter, or the occasional man for his girlfriend. The fact that I had significantly different sizes than her actually helped sell some products this way.



Del had a specialized section of leather and there was not one fake item. I realized she had her own fetish, like her brother, the way she handled her stock. Then she showed me a small, secluded corner section, and told me everything there would be my full responsibility. It was the latex corner, and I spent hours in between customers reading up on the best way to put things on, clean it, how to take it off, the different way of sizing, and a totally different set of shoes and accessories.



My second customer in the latex corner wanted a bathing suit, and with Del’s permission I showed her the pictures of us at the pool. She loved my one piece and she wanted to know what it felt like. I gave her such a detailed review that she tried one in the private changing room I had in the corner, and when I told her I had not wanted to take it off and eventually slept in it, with details on how to pull it to the side if your man wanted to have sex with you, she kept it on and paid the 995 plus tax without even blinking.



The same customer pointed at a latex dress she was interested in, and she paid five hundred deposit to put it away until the following week, and she expected a similar review when she'd come to buy it. The dress was five thousand dollars and I would wear it over the weekend, Del told me.



Somehow that became a specialty for me. Reviewing clothes I had worn myself. Perhaps because I used a fresh new language to describe feelings, sensitivity and sexiness in different ways, with a hint of male reactions to expect. Over the week Delilah had me put on every piece in the corner, write a detailed report as I was wearing it, and then fill in a card with the three key feelings while wearing it. She had cards printed, showing my photo while wearing it, with the three keywords and a signature that said “Reviewed by Jocelyn”.

The increase in sales from “my” corner paid easily for all the uniforms I wore that week. And although leather was my first love, because I shared it with Rex, latex became a fetish for myself.



Okay, back to my first day in the shop. It could stay open during lunch time now, as one of us would eat. I asked Del at one point why she had never hired a girl to help her, and she said “because she had never been able to find someone like me”.



Del closed her shop at six, saying she did not want to work at nights, and I was perfectly okay with that. But, she explained, for special customers she made evening appointments. The payback was enormous.



That Monday night, after we closed up and she explained what that all included, we went next door to get some pizza. Rex was there already, waiting for us, and boy, did he love our “uniforms”. We had so much fun together, telling stories of our day and eating delicious pizza, I realized that these people would still be very happy, even if they had no money at all.



The owner sat with us for a while, as she was close friends with Mom, and many pictures were shown from our gathering, but also from at least a dozen of her grandchildren. She included me so easily, like I was part of the family already.



So, Rex had some sort of function to go to that night, and my Tuesday night was assigned yoga night by Vanessa, but he would take me out on Wednesday, and he had planned the whole weekend, starting Friday night. I saw Del smiling, as she would have me three nights this week.



Her apartment was only a five minutes walk from her shop, although we took her car that she parked under her building. An elevator required a key to be inserted and it took us straight to the top level. I had not expected anything less.



But I was shocked when we entered. First of all it was huge, much larger than Rex’s place. Then, it was absolutely feminine, not just the colors, but also the art, the furniture, even the plants, and of course her cat. Feminine, but not girly. This was a woman who dedicated her life to women.



The art was all hers, many photographs, some wonderful paintings, pottery and glass decorations. But everywhere were her leather creations. Different styles, different carvings, different jewelry, different colors, some smaller than a ladybug, some so large they touched the ceiling. Every item she had ever created was distinctly female, and suddenly it hit me, I was one of her female creations as well.



There was one corner dedicated to family, with old pictures from her youth and some as new as last week. Her favorite chair was in that corner, and I could see how she needed her family close by this way.



She had a leather workshop, a photo studio, a dark room to develop her pictures, but it had slowly changed into a computer room, with a massive printer, as most of her photos were now digital. I saw the room where I could put my stuff, once we got it, and it would be easy for me to work here remotely. There were a few guest rooms as well, but then she took me to “our room”. Not “her” bedroom, but “our” bedroom.



It was bigger than the whole apartment I lived in with Sophie. The walk-in closets were as big as a bedroom by itself, and she had so many clothes, I wondered if some of it was part of her stock. The bed was huge and covered with satin sheets, and just feeling that material I wondered how well I would sleep in such luxury.



She had an added sitting room with all the high tech you could imagine, but her bathroom was her most precious place. There was a jacuzzi, a shower with enough room for four, an enormous makeup table, multiple sinks and what I would call a fancy toilet area, given the amount of buttons there were to push. There was a love seat even and a view across the city. I thought I could live here, just in the bathroom.



Before we changed into something more comfortable she took me to her studio, and I had to pose in different ways as she snapped photos. She was going to document my life as Jocelyn, she promised.



Taking my heels off after standing a day on them was both a relief and a disappointment. I liked the extra inch it gave me. I looked through the suitcases we had brought with Vanessa's clothes, and as I started hanging everything in the walk-in closet in “my study”, I noticed a pair of house slippers but still with a bit of heel. They were very comfortable and looked great with the loose silk pants I tried, together with a simple tank top that had built-in support for my breasts, so I could drop the bra.



I created an area where my small collection of leather could air out and my first piece of latex could dry as I had cleaned it. I rejected the urge to put it on again.



Del looked at me approvingly as we sat down with a glass of wine, but she wanted us to remove my current makeup, so in the mornings I could adapt my looks to better match with the uniform of the day. I was worried about losing my female look during the night, what if Rex came to visit? But Delilah promised me she would teach me every trick in the book.



It took an hour, including my lessons on how to remove the stuff myself, but finally I saw a bit of Josh again, and I had mixed feelings about that. But now, with makeup designed specially for the night, my looks became much more dramatic and powerfully female. I started understanding the effort women go through to even casually look good.



Delilah enjoyed herself, as in a way she was sculpting me. She showed me some of the creations she was working on, and she gave me a piece of leather to try for myself. As she taught me, a lot of basic engineering came back to my mind, and as her work was more organic, my first piece was more abstract. She loved it, and said I had some hidden talents.