I couldn't handle that much happiness anymore. I just cried as he carried me back home. As Rex and Max got the grill going, all the “sisters” gathered in Delilah's room. I needed to get my hands on her belly, and as I concentrated on my meditation exercises that we used during yoga, I suddenly “saw” it. Delilah's body had perfect lines, and I don't mean her physical curves, but what had to be her life energy. And there, right in her belly, was a small circle by itself, connected to her main lines, but without a doubt I knew there was new life. My child, my blood, the girl I would raise. I had no idea why I thought it was a girl, at this point in the life cycle it could still become anything, but I knew I was right. “She's beautiful”, I whispered.

Both Van and Xena put their hands on their sister now, and after a minute they nodded. “Josie is right.” It also meant something else. As Xena explained, my development was going much faster than ever observed by their knowledge. I needed to get the mark of their order. Within a month. And both showed a tattoo under their left breast, that they could choose to show or hide, depending on the bra or top they were wearing. Lucy suddenly said, “I put those tattoos on you. I remember now. You both came on the same day, but not together. You had the same example printout. It was hell to recreate it in ink.”

When the cheering and hugging died down, now that we had an artist who could put the mark on me. The bigger problem was that I didn't have real breasts. That needed to change fast, as in within a week. Lucy explained she had been on hormones for years, and her breasts started growing by themselves, but so slow that she got frustrated and she got implants. She called it her defining moment in becoming a woman, which I understood, as I had that same moment when I had my first female orgasm.

Lucy knew a doctor that essentially saved her life many years ago, recognizing the need for transformation in a shy boy that had considered suicide. That same doctor had done her implants, and she would call her first thing in the morning.

They say your wedding night is supposed to be magical. Well, my engagement night was near perfect. This huge dread was gone from my life. Rex thought me perfect the way I was, but I told him I needed to get my own breasts. He didn't ask why, but seemed content with the decision. I also informed him that I wanted a surgery to get my own womanhood, as soon as possible. He smiled, and told me he would support me, but he also stated that I should get used to having money at my disposal, and he wanted to make sure I got the best care possible.

We talked a bit about kids coming our way, four total, and could we handle that? I told him that since I had now money at my disposal, I would quit my job and help Delilah in her shop, while we prepared our new home for our first. I wanted to be a stay at home mom, work part-time when possible, but give our kids the best childhood possible. Was our new home big enough for four kids though. He laughed, told me not to worry, but we'd go look at it the next day, to make sure I approved.

When all talking was over, we made precious love, no more wondering if the next day we would still be together. I came three times and he twice. Sounded like a fair deal to me.

At the shop things had changed a bit. Lucy's art, as good as it was, was never a steady way of income, so she always had additional jobs here and there. Now, she had a permanent job in the shop, as Delilah's partner. I was happy with that solution but I felt a little bit like the third leg now.

But, things turned out well. With not having to cover the shop so much, I could concentrate on trying out everything on the floor, and write my assessment down. “Reviewed by Jocelyn” became a trademark, and I used my computer skills to push it online. Slowly we started to receive online orders, and I took care of all the logistics.

Clothing companies started sending me free samples, and if I'd be willing to share my review on it. We were very careful though in what we accepted. Only if we would sell it in our shop, would we mark it with my name.

When Rex took me to the new home he had bid on, I knew it was ours. It was big, room enough for four kids. It had character, the bottom more or less open, so it looked like the whole home stood on stilts. It had a pool and enough land around it, to have a good distance to the neighboring homes. Its location was perfect, right behind the dunes, you couldn't see it from the beach, but from the top floor with the master bedroom you could see the ocean.

The top floor was surrounded by balconies and a hot tub right outside the master. The middle floor, holding a giant kitchen, family rooms, yes rooms, a game room, and a mudroom, leading to an attached garage, also on stilts, with a fairly steep driveway leading up. Rex wondered why they wouldn't just park the cars under the house, and my engineering mind kicked in. “Flooding”, I explained. With serious storms ocean water could get behind the dunes, and you wouldn't want your cars then at ground level.

When we walked across the dunes, I saw the setup from the three guys who just over a week before forced me to play their poker game, and then caused the woman in me to come out. It was perhaps the worst moment of my life, to experience the fear that so many women unfortunately have to deal with. And then the best thing in my life happened. Rex.

And now, we were looking at how this part of the beach could be freed from all these rocks and boulders, while maintaining the privacy that they provided. It was a puzzle but it could be wonderful. And Rex would make sure his old buddies stayed far away.

Lucy's doctor saw me the next day, and I learned quickly what a difference it makes when you have money. Rex was with me, and he was very supportive. My breasts would be the same size as I had now, but with a more natural pear shape. My surgery was planned for Friday.

I was also put on a hormone regimen, with the advice to collect sperm sooner than later from my male part, and have it frozen, in order to secure the chance for any future children.

Tentatively, my sex reassignment surgery was scheduled a year from now. I would be an official woman before that, in time for our first child.

I never went back to my old job. I was still very much in pain, two days after my surgery, when I visited my boss at his home, resigning in person. He hated to see me go, although he understood I was a different person now. But he also said he would hire me again as Jocelyn, if I ever changed my mind.

I stayed home for a whole week, which was Rex's place now. I managed to do some web work for the shop, trying to forget how miserable I felt. Mom came by a few times for a cooking lesson and so did Xena, to help me meditate, which actually did help to forget the pain, but also the weirdness in my head. She said she could see the effect of the hormones in my aura. It needed healing.

Two more weeks later, it was healed, I was healed, and I experienced the joy of having real breasts. Rex had been dying to get his lips and tongue on my nipples and it didn't disappoint. Xena came with me to have my tattoo positioned in just the right place. One more day of pain didn't matter anymore. But I was now an official member of a Chinese sect, female only. And I was being trained to become a master, by two masters, which was a unique situation by itself. I celebrated by training in four inch heels, and knew there was no going back from that.

Since I was registered now, the highest master in the States learned about me, and I was invited to DC to meet her. Both my trainers came with me, and it was confirmed indeed that my aura was female. Apparently that was enough to bypass a few laws, and I left with an official document that I was now a woman, plus an invitation to visit the hometown in China, in two years. If I was ready by then I could obtain master status myself, otherwise I had to wait for another five years.

Having a new driver's license, and a passport in the mail, with the new house being updated, and a baby coming, and being treated like a queen by Rex, I felt indeed more woman than I ever felt man.

We had settled on a wedding date on the fourth of July. That way Vanessa would be done with school and Delilah would hopefully not be showing yet. After looking at all the pros and cons, it would be a triple wedding, all three siblings going from “single” to “married” on the same day.

Rex and I decided to visit my own mother and sister, to tell them the news in person. First of, they loved Rex, who had brought flowers, but also a delicate necklace for each, an infinity heart, made out of gold and leather by Lucy and Delilah. It clicked also on a personal level between Susan and Rex, who disappeared for more than an hour, as I told my mom everything that had happened in the past months. Including the fact she was going to be a grandmother later in the year.

We invited them both to come the next week to our family gathering, so they could meet everyone, and Susan really wanted to meet Delilah who would be designing my wedding dress. And of course we'd do a walk through our new home, the beach house as we called it by now.

So, the sex part was a bit of getting used to. Rex and Susan were attracted to each other the moment they met, and they went at it right away. And they would continue to do so after the family gathering, as Susan would get a guestroom in our penthouse. She is a professional dressmaker, sewing expert, and she wanted to make all the dresses for the wedding that Delilah and Lucy designed. She would take over the penthouse after we moved into the beach house, and turn it into her studio, as she started her own business.

I was happy to have my own sister close by, but I worried about the chance that she could indeed get pregnant. I had given up on the V-string, to give my manhood the best chance to produce quality sperm, to freeze, while I still could. But Vanessa had made it quite clear, her first child would not be created through artificial insemination. So, I had slept with her a few times already, while Rex slept with Xena.

In my head I added things up. We could well have our four kids within a four month period. Would we be able to handle that? Rex wasn't worried. Marion, the housekeeper, had a daughter who'd love to take a similar position in our beach house. Deirdre, who had essentially grown up with Rex and his sisters, already cleaned the penthouse three times per week, so we knew she was good, and in a way part of the family.

Lucy, thanks to a specialist in Max's hospital, had been able to produce her own, very small batch of fertile sperm. They wanted to use it for Delilah’s second child, and use mine for her third.

I kept a close “look” at the first child, the only one that was sure right now, and I enjoyed seeing it grow. Somehow, the gift to see the energy lines, was extremely strong in me, and with a soft touch I could “see” my first daughter. I also noted an abnormality around the baby, the energy lines were crooked. I went with her to the doctor, and after a blood test she concluded a deficiency in her iron levels. Easily fixed, but it could have affected the health of the baby. Every day I saw the improvement in the energy lines.

No matter how you try to plan things, there's always a catch. I had lost my worries finally about having too many kids at once, when Vanessa called, saying she was pregnant. I was training with Xena, and Vanessa must have guessed when we took a break. While celebrating, Xena and I hugged, and I don't know why, but I let my senses out, and I knew right away Xena was also pregnant. But when I checked her belly, I saw a dual circle. These were twin girls.

And only hours later, while fitting my wedding dress with Susan, I could sense a change in her as well. Another set of twin girls. I called an emergency family meeting.

Everybody was there, with my mother and Vanessa through FaceTime. First thing I learned was that Rex’s grandmother was half of a twin. I explained in quick math, that in one year time, Rex and I would have six children, all about the same age, if we would take on both twins.

As there was an agreement with Xena, and later with Susan as well, that they would give up their first kid to us, and Rex would provide them with a second child, for themselves, whenever they were ready for it. So, should we split up each of the twins, and then Xena and Susan had their part of the bargain? But what would the effect be on the twins, being separated from their sister, and finding out they had a cousin looking very much like themselves?

It was Xena suggesting a solution. She felt that twins should never be divided. If Rex and I were okay with it, she and Vanessa would keep her twins, as Vanessa would give up her child already. And she would be willing later to carry another child for us. But if that would also be a twin, would we take both? Rex agreed on both.

Susan however wasn't ready yet for one, let alone two children, at this point in her life. So, we could take both and keep these twins together as well. But she also wanted to know that if she finally was ready for her own, would Rex provide her with one? Again, Rex agreed, but if it was going to be a twin again, then Susan had to accept both. Susan nodded.

I kept a close eye from then on on all pregnancies. My mother moved in with Susan, to help her through hers but also to help her with sewing and fitting. Plus, she would be close to her grandchildren, once they were born.

Rex and I had moved into the beach house, perhaps a bit sooner than planned, but it gave Susan the room she needed in the penthouse. There were five brides to dress, suits for Rex and his best man James, who was Deirdre’s brother, and naturally for Max and Vee. Then of course for herself and our mom, and there was a sister on Xena's side, who'd be her maid of honor. Between Vanessa, Delilah and myself, we took care of each other, in the honor department. Only Lucy, whose family had dropped her, when she came out as trans, had yet to pick a maid of honor. Xena had offered herself, but in the end she picked Deirdre, who helped with cleaning their place a few times per week, and it made sense, seeing that James and Deirdre had grown up with the siblings.

I had noticed something else. I could feel the energy in our new home. I thought that my gift, as I called it, was only related to living things, but apparently it went beyond that, or my gift was still developing itself. The critical part here was that the energy felt good. This was a home that suited me, suited us.

The only piece that needed working on, apart from the gardens, was the nursery. Getting it ready for four babies took time, and although we seemed to have plenty, I knew the room would be filled up in no time. I interviewed some people with twins, and some would separate the cribs with a sound dampening wall or rug, but I liked that others suggested keeping them visible to one another. Even if they'd probably cry at the same time, you wouldn't have to come out at different moments. We'd find out if this applied to four as well.

About six weeks before the wedding I had the opportunity to get gender confirming surgery. Much quicker than expected, because the government considered me female already. I needed to talk with Lucy though.

We had gotten close, not just because we both loved Delilah, but because of her years long experience at being transgender. I wanted to know why she never went for that final surgery. She had basically not been able to afford it, with very basic health insurance. But more importantly, she was scared. Not that she had any doubt, but because she was worried that her “new” sex life would not give the same satisfaction she had now. It was not like you could go back to before the surgery.

She had gotten close to Max, the first real father she ever had. He had made it clear that he'd support her with the best health care possible, very similar to what he had promised me. But it was different for her, as Delilah actually enjoyed that one male part of her. Whereas Rex, as much as he had helped “pumping” me, even did some naughty things to me, but he needed a complete woman, and I wanted to be just that. So, when I suggested Lucy take my spot, she made it clear it was mine, one hundred percent. And she would help me through the ordeal.

Later, I often thought about these last words. The ordeal. I had thought it was a simple surgery, and I'd be a true woman after, but it was pure misery, an ordeal of the greatest order.

First there was the pain, but I guess that was to be expected. I could tend to it, used creams and pain killers.

But there was another pain that wouldn't go away with either, because it wasn't real. It was pain in something that no longer existed.

Then there was the dilation. A special tool to keep my vagina from closing again. And if you believe that should be a nice feeling, you're wrong. I hated it. I cried and hated the fact I had made the wrong decision. My mind was so overwhelmed with emotions. It was the doctor who eventually helped me out, stopped me from taking the hormones I'd been using for a few months now.

And slowly things became clearer. The emotions were less strong. I cried and hated less. Needed less pain killers, as the physical healing progressed. And for the first time, when my finger brushed around my new womanhood, a feeling that was not pain washed over me. As the doctor explained during one of my weekly visits, my body and mind were more female than normal, and with my male hormone production stopped, and the extra female hormones, I essentially overdosed.

I still had to keep my vagina open, but it no longer was horrible. I was getting ready for my man. My man, who stood by me all the way, as I cursed him and then cried on his shoulder. I'm glad he didn't take it personal, even though my insults had been there to hurt him. He stuck with me, knowing things would get better. He helped me, changing the bandages, but never tried to touch what he longed for. I told him long ago that I kept myself untouched until the wedding night, but at the time it was to stop him from finding my manhood. Now, it was the plain truth. And he honored it.

Roughly four weeks after the surgery, two weeks before the wedding, I finally felt whole again. Both Xena and Vanessa, who was done with school by now, confirmed that my energy lines were perfect again, and fully female. I would probably never have a period, but I had a month long experience now of what that entailed.

All dresses but mine were pretty much complete, but I spent days and nights with Susan to get mine ready. But boy, was it perfect! Because of my “ordeal” I had missed most of the preparations for the wedding, but I did make the final rehearsals. It would be Delilah, as the oldest, to exchange her vows with Lucy. Then it was up to Rex and me, and finally Vanessa and Xena. Then, the pastor would declare us all married. Wife and wife, then husband and wife, and another wife and wife.

I felt married already when Rex kissed me, but we had to wait for a few more days. And nights, during which he honored my vow of virginity, but just barely. I really wanted to test out my new equipment, but somehow it made sense now to save it for the wedding night. And then, it was there…

It was a perfect day, with no rain expected at all, but not super hot either. Everything would take place in the gardens around the mansion, with Max and Vee the proudest hosts you'll ever find. It was the weirdest arrangement, as somehow the brides were not supposed to be seen by their spouse to be. This meant that Xena, Lucy and I used the gym as our dressing room, while Vanessa, Delilah and Rex used their original bedroom. I was happy I wasn't alone in this.

Susan had enlisted our mom, obviously, as one of her dressers for the day. Then there was Deidre, who had become close friends with Susan over the course of the past few months. We had Deidre’s best friend since childhood, a lovely black woman named Eleanor, and Xena’s sister named Cassiopeia, but everyone called her Cassy. Finally there was James, the best man, who would make sure Rex would be suited up right.

Although Susan kept a check on all the brides, she was my own personal dresser, and it had brought us so close, as sisters, something we never had when I was still her brother. Cassie helped her own sister, and Eleanor was assigned to Lucy. But, between the six of us, we all helped each other, as the dressers were all honored guests themselves.

My dress was something else, not that I'd seen many brides in my life. It was made from pure white leather, the softest and thinnest I'd ever seen, and I was a leather expert by now. I had a corset, in the same material, over the dress, with laces in the front, which gave me an hourglass figure. But it also allowed for bare shoulders, although I did have long sleeves, tight as a second skin. Below my waist were different layers, puffing out the skirt in a mass that swished around my legs. The front of my skirt was slightly shorter, showing my six inch heels, made from the same material. And so was my head dress, tightly woven into my hair, with the thinnest possible sheer face cover, that hid nothing. Diamonds were hanging from my ears, as my leather necklace was a perfect accent against my white dress, as were my bracelet, and a golden snake that Lucy had made for me, twisting around my bicep.

I knew this dress would stun Rex, and I knew also it would not be a one-time wear. He'd beg me to wear it again and again, and I would love being his virgin bride every time. The other brides were in awe, but they looked perfect themselves. I never had a clue how much talent my sister really had. We made a ton of pictures, while sipping champagne, although Xena used an alcohol free version.

I did a quick check on my sisters-in-law to be, both women in perfect harmony, despite some nerves, and Xena's twins healthily in her womb. Lucy's energy lines were perfectly female and that included her small manhood, which by now I knew she would never give up.

Xena checked my energy out as well, and she declared me a perfect woman, which meant the world to me.

And just like that it was time. Suddenly Max was there, and he proudly guided Lucy on his arm through the wide aisle that was formed in the yard by white chairs, with hundreds of guests, all smiling at us. I was shortly behind Lucy, my own mother “giving” me away. Behind me was Xena with her own father, a handsome man with some Asian features.

When we reached the front, the three siblings were waiting for us, and as Max let go of Lucy, who took Delilah’s hand, my mouth dropped open. I looked from Delilah, in a black latex dress, which gave a Matrix vibe, to Vanessa, in a silver futuristic dress, to Rex who was stunningly handsome in his black suit, and his mouth dropped as well, as he took my hand.

I'd love to say what a great experience it was to be one of three couples being married. Reality was, in my mind there was only room for me, Rex and the civil servant who performed the ceremony. I gave my vows, as Rex did his, and nothing else registered until we were declared husband and wife. Then, suddenly everything else opened up.

The noise was deafening as Rex kissed me deep, and I saw Delilah kiss Lucy and Vanessa kiss Xena. I was Mrs Ferguson now, as were the four other women. There was paperwork to sign, for ourselves, and for the others as witnesses. We were told to use our original name still, due to the timing of the filing.

From that moment on however, everything was about the six of us. Hugs and kisses were all around, before our family got a hold of us. My mom beat Vee by a fraction of a second, but James got to me before my sister. As Max almost crushed me, I noticed how James kissed Susan full on the mouth. Interesting.

In a more formal setting we lined all up to give all guests a chance to congratulate us, and I couldn't believe the amount of people coming by. Soon after, the six of us, together with our dressers, left the party for an hour to take photographs, my favorite being the one of us all near Lover’s Circle.

The party afterwards was a blast. Between Delilah and Susan every brides dress was designed to separate the major part of the skirt, leaving still a formal dress, but with room to move around. I danced with everyone. With Max of course, but also with Vee and my mom. The rules had been clearly stated in the invitations. No gender preferences during the whole day, but specifically while dancing.

And I was proud of Rex, as he set an example by dancing with James and his father. But my favorite part was when it was me in his arms, and we got plenty of chances. But I danced with every bride and also with my sister, with Deirdre and with Eleanor, who had a strong grip, and as we danced she asked if I would perhaps need a live-in nanny, once my kids were born. And I realized that exactly that would solve many of my worries.

I did notice a few things though, as I spread myself over as many people as possible. I saw James and Susan multiple times together, and I recognized her smile as if it was my own with Rex. Likewise, Deirdre and Eleanor danced plenty together, and their close stance suggested they were more than best friends. But also my two moms danced many times together, quickly becoming intimate friends.

There was a lot of food, drinks, and games, some for the many kids, some for adults only. By the end of the evening I was exhausted and I was content when Rex took me in his arms and carried me to a limousine. Ten minutes later it was just the six of us, and we were driven to a luxurious hotel that had three bridal suites ready.

As perfect as my engagement night was, my magical wedding night beat all. I was the virgin I promised Rex many months before, and his love making was perfectly aimed at that. And he was a perfect fit for my new womanhood. Having experienced good sex already for months, I found what great sex can do for you. Unimaginable sex if I'm honest. Nothing beat that feeling when he slid into my pussy, when I could feel him grow inside me, bringing fire everywhere he touched me.

We'd probably always need some extra lube, but I could feel myself get wetter and wetter, until he took me over the top. Magical didn't describe it well enough. Magnificent or Majestic got close. I was in heaven, and he still took me higher when he exploded inside me, triggering my next orgasm. I was his woman now, legally and emotionally.

We honeymooned in Jamaica, all six of us, in an all-inclusive hotel, of course at a beach. That's how I met Rex and that's how our story took off, and I dare say, how Delilah's story with Lucy started, and Vanassa's with Xena. We needed this break, as three of us were pregnant and would be showing soon. I knew that would never be my privilege, but I was getting ready for motherhood, and I knew I would thrive at that.