We started with a warm-up, which meant essentially a whole hour of Tai Chi combined with Kung Fu. In that one hour I learned techniques already, that would have helped me keep those guys away, a couple of days ago. I also understood the warning about my heels. I soon couldn't feel them anymore, like they were part of me. Standing on one leg, as I kicked my other around in slow motion, was as solid as if I had on sneakers.



But, as Xena led every move, and I mimicked her, she did it on the tip of her toes in those ballet boots, and it was as elegant as a ballet performance would have been. I really wanted to try those shoes, but she warned me, don't add more than one inch, over at least a month's time.



When we took a break to drink some water after the first hour, I noticed we were sweating all over, but our outfits were still comfortably dry. She explained how the special material would suck up the sweat and vaporize it right away on the outside. Hers was a one piece, like a catsuit, and if it wasn't for her face, I wouldn't know she was sweating. She said she even had a hood with it that covered her face completely, no openings for eyes or mouth, but she only used it if she trained alone, or with another Master.



When she asked me if Vanessa knew that I was not a complete woman, I fell silent. How did she know? She explained that she could feel my aura, the energy movements inside my body, and she knew already from the moment I sat next to her, cross-legged. Vanessa and her had both trained together since they were ten years old, and had reached Master status after about ten years. They could be blind folded and still feel every move their opponents made. Vanessa would know, the moment she'd be physically close to me.



The reason she didn't mind was that my aura was already female enough to be accepted in this special, female-only branch of yoga. And just like with my shoes, my body would adapt. She asked me how long I had known that I was more of a woman than a man. And when I told my story on the beach, just last weekend, she nodded. My body knew it already for years, but it took a traumatic event for my mind to catch up.



Now, that was something to think about. Instinctively I felt she was right. Why was I so small? Why didn't I have body hair like all other boys? Why did my voice never drop? Why did I like my hair longer than most? Why was I never “the man” that Sophie needed?



And I had been worrying the past couple of days about how easy I had accepted my new lifestyle, after I was forced into it. Being with a man, which should have been gay, but it never felt like that. Tucking my manhood away had felt like a relief, rather than a burden. Walking in heels, doing my makeup, having breasts, even cumming like a girl, all seemed so natural. But Xena's assessment explained everything. I finally was the person I should have been.



As if she knew I had come to a conclusion in my thoughts, she asked me to join her on the floor for yoga training. I managed to follow her in most positions, my body still warm and agile from the “warm-up”. I moved every thought from my mind, knowing that I fit in, right where I was, and yoga became my life, my breath, my pleasure and even my pain.



At some point the session was apparently over, and as I got out of my “trance” I saw Xena stare at me in wonder. And I did feel wonderful. Why did I never learn about this in my life? Oh right.. women-only!



She said, “You have everything in you to become a Master yourself. You're a natural!” I didn't know what to say, I just wished we could do more. But the yoga part was done for the day. We started a cool-down routine, which felt to me like recovering from my first female orgasm. Then we ended with some meditation, which opened my mind into acceptance. This was to be part of my life just as much as Rex or Delilah.



When we hugged goodbye, Xena told me to be back on Thursday, and then Vanessa would take care of me on the weekend. I almost danced out of the door, to my car.



And I danced back into my new home, where Delilah was waiting with ice cream cake. It was delicious, as I told her of another new love in my life. And of course the revelation that I've been on my path to womanhood much, much longer. Well worth the celebration.



She had another plan for me as well. The V-string had to come off. For hygienic purposes first. But I could tell she had another reason. It took a good half hour to dissolve the glue and that part of my figure. I already missed my pussy, fake as it was, the padding added to my butt, my pee hole, that could shoot cum several yards straight. I didn't miss the smell that was released though, mainly from the little pocket that had kept my manhood.



Delilah cleaned it all, using her magic fingers to rub oil into my skin, and somehow she revived the piece that I had mentally given up on, just hours before. With my body so full of positive energy she guided some of that into my forgotten extremity.



As she guided me to our bed, once more I was on my back on the satin sheets. This time she used her own body to cover me, as our sexual organs found each other and mated. It was unreal. Her pussy applying full force on my pole, she pumped herself up and down on me. Our breasts touched, our lips met, her hand wiping the hair from my face, as she tenderly kissed me.



As powerful as I felt just minutes ago, as much was I now under her power. But, it was magic. And I had no chance. No choice. And no desire to change. She wanted this, needed this, and I would give her all I had.



As much as I wanted it to last, it didn't. I didn't. I moaned like the girl I was now, as I came. She timed her own release to match mine, and she was much louder, as she sucked my seed into her womb. Then she collapsed onto me, and I managed to get my arms around her, holding her tight on me. Eventually she rolled off of me, but she put a pillow under her butt, effectively using gravity to keep my seed inside her body.



I pulled the sheets over the both of us, and fit my body against hers, my hand over her belly. And that's how we fell asleep. Later that night we repeated this new part of love in our life, as she collected more of my cum inside her.



She woke me up early. She had cleaned herself already and it was my turn. Afterwards she dried my skin carefully as she prepped me for a new V-string. It was a slightly improved version, giving me a tad more padding, and about half an inch depth between fatter lips. She played with it as we waited for the glue to set, and I found it was just as sensitive as before, just more intimate. The last thing she did was blend the artificial “skin” with my own.



I figured my uniform would be a short skirt today, but I was wrong. It was a leather dress, and the most beautiful I'd ever seen. Although I realized I was saying that quite a lot these days. No matter, it felt like heaven, I only wished I had real breasts to fill the built-in cups, so I could experience that better as well.



Del was wearing a dress as well, just different, as she only had one-offs in the shop. Her skirt was very tight, following each of her curves, where mine was flirty, a skater dress she called it. Hers was black, mine was dark green, which went well with matching green, four inch heels. I felt like the girl next door, as the material swished seductively around my legs.



As quiet as it was the day before, this time we had no rest. People were waiting outside already as we opened. We sold more dresses than normal, apparently us wearing one boosted sales. We had to order lunch in, and still had to eat separately. But, as Del explained at the end of the day, we had sold for more than two hundred grand, and half of that came through me.



My day was over, as Rex picked me up for dinner, but Del had the luxury problem of having to put in some emergency orders, which would take a good part of the evening for her.



Mexican food and a movie took most of our evening. Rex couldn't stop touching my leather, and I couldn't stop flirting with it, my skirt swishing left and right as I walked. He made more pictures of just me than of us, but I liked looking at the latter ones. We looked truly like a couple in love.



Sex later in his apartment was amazing, as I came with him each time. He was thrilled that I got as much out of it as him. I was thrilled about sleeping in his arms again.



Del had given him my uniform for Thursday, a one piece jumpsuit with knee length boots. Still four inch heels. He added a new pair of earrings and a matching necklace, all diamonds set in a heart shape. He also wanted to know the size of my ring finger. Not very subtle, but my excitement stayed all day.



Yoga was even better than last time and I started to understand what Xena had meant when she had said my body wanted it, needed it. I learned a number of positions that I could practice all by myself, when my body called for it.



My manhood stayed tucked away, but Del managed to get me to shoot my cum again, which she caught in a glass. She used it to fill a reservoir in one of her dildo’s, and then I had to fuck her pussy with it and eventually it shot its load, my cum, inside her. It was clear to me by now that she wanted to get pregnant.



On Friday I wore latex leggings and a matching bra top, which left my belly button visible. I had brought a weekend bag, as I wouldn't be “home” until Monday. Delilah would run the shop by herself on Saturday. Once more we proved however that what we modeled in the shop would trigger sales, as my latex corner was very busy.



Rex was ordered home for dinner, and to bring me, as Vanessa had arrived in the afternoon. I spent a full hour with her in her room, and indeed she knew right away about me, which no longer surprised me. She cared about her brother though and she wanted to know when I would tell him. I had given myself another week, but she asked me to tell him Sunday night, after the family dinner, so she could monitor his reaction from a distance. She would know his true feelings, no matter what he would tell me.



Although she was a kid sister to both Rex and Del, to me she was an instant best friend. We talked computers and cloud and technology and stuff, while we went through her clothes, and she passed more to me, knowing that I was just starting to build my own wardrobe. I wanted her to have my leggings as I put on one of her goth skirts. She made me wear her thigh high boots with it, and I felt very powerful. She warned me not to drink too much, as she and I would have an early yoga session.



We both got wolf whistles as we joined the family. I could tell Rex preferred the leggings on me, but he really liked my boots. Interesting.



Vanessa had invited Xena as well and I loved seeing them together. I saw them in an intimate kiss together, but I knew it meant more than just love for one another. I wondered if I ever would be so good that I could sense another person's aura, their energy levels and even their private “thoughts”, or whatever you call their internal body language.



Xena kissed me just as intimately, and as I opened my mind up to her, I felt like she said “you will” to me. And as she nodded her confirmation I was in absolute awe, knowing this was the start of something totally new, magical almost. And I wondered what sex would be like when you shared your most intimate thoughts with your lover, and suddenly I had a strong emotion, as I heard “magical indeed” as a voice in my head.



Mom had cooked, together with a cook from the restaurant. I hoped for steak again, but it was all seafood. No taste bud however was untouched and it was easy to understand now why her restaurant was so successful. Not having a lot of experience in cooking myself I wondered out loud if she could give me a few pointers, and by the look on her face I made her day. Not one of her kids had ever shown any interest in cooking, other than standard stuff on the grill. I was the first “daughter” who had asked, and she was personally going to train me. I wondered if I was biting off a bit too much here, but I knew I didn't want to disappoint her. And I heard Max whisper to Rex, “she's a keeper” and Rex nodded.



If you wonder what a rich, very successful family does on a Friday night, when their daughter is visiting from college, and two of her friends are over as well, one dating their son, it's board games. Nothing fancy, simply well used board games. And a very competitive attitude to go with it, each and everyone. The last board game I ever played I was in elementary school, so this was again a whole new experience. But I loved it, even though I lost every game, as I was still learning the rules and the strategy behind them.



What was interesting was that part of the strategy was forming teams, and Xena who was clearly a regular always teamed up with Vanessa, not surprising. I wondered though if the rest of the family knew they had an advantage over the rest, sensing each other's internal body language. Rex and his father clearly formed an alliance as well, although Rex tried to entice me at first, but I shook my head and partnered with Vee, who would not allow anyone to call her mom, during game time. Emotions ran high.



I really liked this family. I mean, I knew that already, but what grown up family still has so much family time? I was happy to be part of it, although the first doubt creeped in my head. In two days I would tell Rex, and I still had no idea how he would react. In the beginning I had thought “so be it”, but now that I was part of this family, I was scared of losing it.



Apparently somehow after board games, cards came on the table for a poker game. Not with money, just chips. Vee bailed out, and so did I, not having good memories of the game lately. We left the others and ended, of course, up in the kitchen.



Vee started making some snacks, as we both had a glass of wine, and she felt like now was as good as a time to start teaching me some cooking secrets. She was so handy with all utensils as she explained their use for certain types of dishes. Yet, somehow teaching was forgotten as we got into a deep conversation.



Even Vee had recognized a difference in me, although she couldn't quite tell what it was yet. She wanted to know how serious I was with Rex, and I started crying, just like that. How do you explain that you are serious, yes, but you also have a secret that could end it all in a flash? I thought I had still a week to figure it out, but now it was less than two days, and the pressure was on. I had been lucky with the two daughters in this family, and now I put my hopes on their mother as well.



And as she sat down next to me, and pulled me in a hug, I simply said “I wasn't born female, you know?” She simply asked, “Okay. That explains a few of the awkward things I noticed in you. I take it Rex doesn't know?”



I shook my head. “He saved my life, you know?” And I told her what had happened on the beach. That night, when she saw me in her restaurant, was my first day as a girl. But I also told her about Xena's assessment that my body knew it much longer.



“I gave myself two weeks, to make sure we were a fit, by really dating, not just because he saved me. I think by now I have found my soulmate, and I believe I'm his. That should take care of any minor differences, right? Like I'm really a guy under here?”

Vee nodded, “Ok, go on.”



“Well. Vanessa told me I should tell him while she's still home.”

“Wait. Vanessa knows about this?”

“Yes. She sensed it the moment she met me in person. Xena had warned me about it already.”

Vee nodded again. “The aura reading right? I always wondered how real that was.”

“Oh, it's real. Xena knew it right away as well. But she could tell already that my aura was female. It's my body that now has to catch up.”

Vee was in thought now. “Will it catch up? How would that work?”

“I don't know”, I confessed. “By producing more female hormones in my body than male? I'm crying already, so who knows? Maybe it will shut my manhood down? No matter what, I'm pretty sure I will need some surgery to fix things down there. But don't you see the problem? I could never give him children. Or give you grandchildren. Even if he accepts me for what I am, that's not going to change.”



“Do you even know if he wants children?”

That shut me up. I had no idea. I assumed he would, but we never talked about it. Yet. We're just dating, don't want to scare him.

“And did he ever check with you, if you want children?”

Well no… duh! You don't ask a girl about that so soon, right?

“I will take your silence as a confirmation that you never discussed having kids, which makes perfect sense, since you're just dating for a week. Him accepting you for who you are is about you, and about the two of you. Don't complicate things my dear. Next you're going to worry that maybe you're not the right fit, because he comes from a rich family. Or because you're not tall enough. Or your car is too small.” She lifted up my chin and looked sternly at me. “Stop worrying, darling. From what I can tell, you're perfect for him. Perfect for this family. Honesty is the only path, don't confuse it with what-ifs.”



The tears were back in my eyes, but this time I hugged her. “Thanks Mom! You are right. I just couldn't see the path through all the worries I created in my mind. I wish my own mom was as understanding as you.”

“Did you tell her?”



Oh my god. No, I never did. I was scared of what she'd say. She has always been against gays and transgenders, right? The things she always says.



“Again, from your silence I assume you haven't. But you should. How can you expect Rex to accept you, if you haven't accepted yourself yet. First come out to your family. Then to him. Maybe they don't like it, maybe they do. But you have to convince them that the new you is to stay, take it or leave it. I find it hard to believe that a mother would turn her back onto her child, but it can happen, yes. Only one way to find out.”



She suggested that I visit my mom the next day. Maybe I should ask Vanessa to go with me for support. Or Delilah perhaps. Did Delilah even know? I had to laugh. “Would I look this good if she didn't?” But Delilah would be in her store, Saturday is always busy. Vee said she would go see her daughter in the morning, get her up to date on me, and maybe even help her with the store.



At that moment both Van and Xena came into the kitchen, both out of chips, but looking for snacks. They instantly sensed the intensity going on in this room. “Mom knows?” Vanessa asked. “Mom knows!” I confirmed, and Mom nodded once more.



Van agreed right away to come with me and see my own mom. Xena couldn't, she had a class to teach. We would do our yoga session first, load up on positive energy, then drive the hour to my mom's place, and if all went well, be back by noon. Would Rex not miss us though?



“Not to worry”, Mom said. “Max needed his help in the morning, as one of his businesses had some sourcing problems, and Rex specializes in that kind of stuff. Just tell him you're expecting to be back for lunch.”



Sex that night was especially sweet. I had put away every negative thought and concentrated on both our happiness. And so did Rex. I was on my back and I just loved his weight on me. We kissed deeply as he slowly mounted me. He touched me in exactly the right spot, and he enjoyed how my body shook under him as I came, the first time. In my aftermath, while he kept stimulating me, I whispered “I love you!”



It seemed like my words gave him extra energy, like he had waited for it so long, he kissed me everywhere, while taking me deeper than ever before. When he came, with a large grunt, shooting his seed deep inside me, he took me over the edge for a second time, confirming I was his woman. Then his words lifted me up even more, “I love you too!”