As we walk to the coffee shop, Gemma points out some school buildings. Although Amazonia originally was designed as a retirement community, it turned out to be a safe haven for abused women. Many came here with their children as did single and divorced mothers. So, schools were built on the property, and currently there are about four hundred children in twelve grades. With an abundance of teachers that settled here after retiring from much more stressful school systems.

I wonder how that works for the boys, in an all female community. And Gemma explains that all children are raised as girls, although there is a rule that does not allow any kid in Amazonia to do any gender altering procedures until the age of twenty-two. Boys permanently wear a bodysuit like mine, although breasts are optional when they get older. Uniforms are mandatory in all grades, and that means skirts only. Heels are optional starting grade nine.

Of course these rules have led to violations, when boys did not want to participate as girls, and this has always led to the family being banished from town after too many violations. You know what you sign up for when you want to live here.

The coffee shop is very busy, and it takes a few seconds before we find our spouses at a table with six more women, chatting along, Sunny included. Is it that easy to make new friends here? As Gemma introduces me to the group as Luna, it takes a good twenty seconds before Sunny realizes it's me. I see her eyes go wide, and as I wink at her, a deep satisfied smile appears on her face.

Everyone is interested in me, and although I mention I'm Sunny's spouse, they keep me separated from her. I'm doing my best to keep my voice as feminine as possible, as they compliment me on my shoes, my makeup, my hair, and then my stories that they pull from me. I'm normally not very outgoing, but their sincere interest is contagious and I'm drawn into female discussions before I realize I'm really being interviewed.

The coffee is good and so is the company and it makes me think that I am also contemplating my own future here. If we would live here, would I be accepted or would I always stand out? If this group of women is any indication, then I'd fit right in. And I wonder when was the last time I had that feeling.

In that hour I learn just as much about these neighbors as they learn from me. This is not a sect, or a witch coven, or a brainwashed church, it's a group of happy people that live here to feel safe, to feel happy, and to share their feelings without repercussions. Some have seen the worst our society has to offer, and here they can live without any of these fears. And I believe I can fit in and make a positive impact.

When I finally get to see the house for sale, I'm losing a bit of my excitement. It's a tad small, and I'm trying to figure out where all Sunny's stuff would be stored, and how we put two desks in the small study. Sunny seems to have answers for everything, but it's her wishful thinking that paints a rosier picture. I guess I can use one of the guestrooms as a second study, but what if our kids come home from college?

Reality suddenly hits. Our daughter would fit right in, but what about our son? He'd have to go through a female transformation, at least for the length of his stay. Would that push him away from us? Would he push me away, when I'm fully female? We will need their input in this as well!

Funny thing is, Sunny had already made pictures of me and shared them first with Carol, our daughter, and after she approved, with John, our oldest. Apparently his reaction went from disbelief to “Wow!!” And it took a while because John and Carol chatted amongst themselves, but he finally commented that if he could look as good as dad, then he could handle vacations here. I am shocked myself when Sunny shows me his texts.

This doesn't change the fact though, that if I convert one of the guestrooms, then where would both our kids sleep, when they visit? Sunny doesn't have an answer right away, but I see a first sign of disappointment.

So, there is a custom here, that when there are serious candidates, a family may invite them for a few days to stay in their home, to get the full experience of living in Amazonia. And an older lady up the street invites us for just that. I remember her as one of the coffee ladies, but she was more in Sunny's group. Her name is Heather, although I feel like she is too old to call her by her first name, but she insists.

At her home we meet her granddaughter Hailey, who seems very introverted. No matter how we try to include her in the conversation, she may nod or shake her head and hardly says more than one word. When she goes to the bathroom for a minute, Heather tells us the reason. She was raped. By her own brother. She has totally closed herself off since that happened.

It seems so wrong. In a place where every woman, every child should feel safe, she dealt with the most traumatic event in her life. In the “safety” of her own home. Turns out, neither the father nor the brother, or even the mother, Heather's daughter, ever supported the Amazonian lifestyle. They were clever enough in public, but at home they were their male selves, with the mother's support. And one day, recently, with the parents gone, the brother forced a sexual act on her.

She had run to her grandmother's home, and the family was expelled, but twelve year old Hailey did not want to have anything to do with her family anymore, and has since lived with Heather. A family court however had decided that she should return to her direct family, or be placed under control of the court for adoption, which would mean she would have to leave Amazonia. Talk about adding salt to a victim's wounds.

When Hailey comes back from the bathroom, she notices the shock on our face, and she starts crying. My wife takes control of the situation, takes her hand, and they leave for her room. Heather and I try some smalltalk, but in the end I end up comforting her, as she cries on my shoulder.

After about an hour Sunny and Hailey come back, hand in hand again, but this time I see a small smile on her face. And Sunny explains. They had a good talk together, and I know Sunny had a bad experience herself, before I met her. And from a woman with that knowledge to a traumatized child, she got through the shield that Hailey had put up around herself.

I know my wife has a big lawyer friend, and through her, and the letter that Hailey had from the court, they got to talk to a decision maker, who realized the errors that were made in this case. Long story short, if there was a suitable couple that wanted to adopt Hailey, then the matter could be wrapped up in a matter of days. And apparently Sunny and I are that suitable couple.

There is no doubt in my mind that Sunny is right. Sure, we've been empty nesters for only a few weeks, but this child needs our help, and we still have a lot of love to give. I say nothing but sit on my knees in front of Hailey, and take her in my arms in a hug that says it all. We will take care of you, protect you, and love you. She hugs me back, as I feel some of her tears drip on my shoulder. I know these are tears of hope.

It is finally Heather who speaks. If we take on her granddaughter, then she will take us as her daughters. I have no problem with that, I lost my own mother a few years ago, and if Heather needs help, we would give her that anyway. But then Heather drops a bomb. She actually owns the house where Hailey and her family lived. It only seems right that she gets her own room back. So, if the adoption comes through, then so will the house. And given the fact that it's much bigger than the house we have some doubts over, this will help us in return.

The four of us check out the house. It's only three minutes away, but Heather, walking with a stick, needs about ten. I suggest I borrow one of the freely available golf carts, but she refuses. Walking is good for her.

The house is huge. And with what normally would be a four car garage, would be a perfect space for Sunny to run her business from. As we move through the hallway I see a large study, and an unused room that could be a second study if needed. There are formal living and dining rooms, connected to an immense kitchen, with all facilities. And then there is the family room and game room.

Heather frowns as she notices that the hundred inch TV and all game consoles are gone. Undoubtedly her greedy son-in-law had those taken with them. I'm not worried about it. If we move here, we have plenty of our own to replace the missing pieces. When we move through a large morning room my breath stops. There is a huge deck around the outside of this room, leading to a beautiful in-ground pool.

Before we go outside however, we check the second floor, and I notice Hailey getting very quiet. I take her hand and squeeze it, so she knows she's not facing this alone. Upstairs we check her room first, and it seems a whirlwind went through it. Most of her stuff is broken or torn apart, as the result of what seems an act of revenge on the girl they already hurt so much.

As I can feel Hailey shaking in anger, which I believe is a good sign, Sunny says, well, this seems like the perfect opportunity to start a new life, with a family that loves you. And our new daughter nods her agreement.

More things are missing from the brother's room and the master bedroom. But even Heather agrees, more chances to start anew. As Heather and Sunny move on, I sit down with Hailey and ask her straight up. Could you live here again? Or would you rather start over somewhere totally new? But Hailey’s answer is clear. Yes, she wants to start something new, but in this home, that she has always loved. And she's sure it will piss off her old family, knowing that she will continue to live here. As I said before, anger is a good energy to put a bad situation behind you.

After dinner with Heather and Hailey, Sunny and I leave Amazonia and go back to our hotel. We will check out there tomorrow and spend the remainder of our days here as Heather's guest, as our future will be decided by a board of community representatives and the twelve closest neighbors.

Sex is the last thing on my mind, but Sunny wants to use the opportunity to check what our love life will be. If we even have any. She wants me to wear one of her nighties, and although I can't feel the material through the bodysuit, each time I touch it with my hands, a shiver goes through my body. She is wearing my favorite and a similar shiver occurs when I touch her.

Apparently it is the same for her, and as she spreads her legs, I can smell her wetness. Eat me Luna, she says in a commanding tone, and I push my face between her legs before I realize my lipstick will stain her. Put your lips on me, she tells me, I have often fantasized about another woman having her way with me.

That is a shock to me, but at the same time I like the idea that it will be me fulfilling her fantasy. And I start getting horny myself. As I plunge my tongue in her snatch, seeing the contours of my lips around her slit, I feel my manhood growing, and then it stops right there. With my fingers on my own pussy I can feel the lips swelling, but nothing more. It adds to the horniness, resulting in my tongue going deeper inside my wife. Her moan tells me I'm doing things right, and with nothing going for myself, I concentrate on her.

I play with her clit, that has swollen more than I ever thought possible. I'm trying to hook it with my tongue from the inside, as my red nailed fingers push it toward my tongue. Her body reacts in force. I'm trying to hold on as her hips start bucking, while fluids start leaking from her. I use my other hand now to catch the thick moist, but as she cums the floodgates open.

I do the only thing possible. My lips close off her pussy completely, and I catch everything in my mouth. There's no time contemplating the taste, or I will drown, so I swallow as much as I can, over and over again, as she sprays more and more from her cunt. As her horny moans change into panicking grunts, I realize she can't stop while I keep stimulating her. I pull my tongue inside my mouth and let go of her clit, and I can feel her calm down.

As I drain the last of her goo, the conclusion is simple. I made her cum harder than I ever managed as a man. As a matter of fact, as a man I would have cum inside her by now, and I would have had no idea how hard she would have cum. I feel strangely satisfied how this time I set things right for her.

Luna, she whispers, you almost killed me. I laugh softly, thinking it wouldn't have gone that far, but I take it as a compliment. As I crawl slowly over her, our breasts are squeezing into each other, and I find her mouth. We kiss deeply, as she tastes herself through the last bits I haven't swallowed yet. I don't remember us kissing for minutes, maybe since we were dating.

As we cuddle together, there is no more talking, and we fall asleep. I vaguely realize this was all about her, as I had no release myself, but what normally would be a frustrating feeling, now puts me to sleep with a smile on my face.

She tries in the morning to return the favor, but as I was warned already by Gemma, the artificial pussy does not give any pleasure. But, simply to do her a favor, I moan, and wonder how it would feel, how it will feel, once I am a woman. I'd buck my hips like she did, and as I do so, I cry out. The bliss on her face tells me I fulfilled another of her fantasies. If only I could spray her face…

We can't really talk about the reality of our new sex life, as a text message comes in from Sunny's lawyer friend. And we're rushing to get showered and breakfast, but at 8am sharp we're at the courthouse. We split up, as I try to get an appointment with Judge M. Baumeister, who turns out to be a lady. She's getting ready for court, I learn from a secretary, and not taking any visitors. She can squeeze me in at 3.30pm tomorrow, as I try to explain that it's a matter of life and death.

As a lady about my age comes from an office and inquires what the ruckus is all about, I have tears in my eyes, and I'm literally begging the secretary for a time slot sooner. The secretary looks at the lady, and says, Judge, any chance you can see this woman today, rather than tomorrow after court? And the judge answers, and tells me, come in my office, you have five minutes.

It takes four minutes for me to explain about the error that was made in Hailey's case, and that according to a lawyer friend the error was not made by mistake. Someone got bribed. I think that got the message home, as I see the judge turn white in her face. Wait here, she says.

It takes fifteen long minutes before she comes back, and she closes the door this time. She nods, and confirms that the error was purposely. One of the civil servants had been physically threatened by Hailey's father, and she feared for her life, and when he suddenly offered a cash sum to advise differently on his daughter, she saw that as a chance to come out of it alive. But instead of calling the police, she changed the letter of recommendation, and the judge herself had signed the order, without questioning the reasoning.

The judge remembered it well by now, it had been a tough day in court, and the woman had waited for the worst possible moment to bother the judge for a signature. And under pressure she had only glanced at the letter, saw that the victim would be placed under control of the court for adoption, but missed the part where the girl could be reunited with her parents. And she had signed quickly as a whole courtroom was waiting for her to return from a toilet break.

By now, the secretary had already warned that the courtroom was waiting, and the judge had told her all proceedings would be delayed by half an hour. The servant was put on immediate leave while the police would sort this out, and an arrest warrant was signed for Hailey's father. Then she asks me how I think the situation should be resolved. And I tell her that my spouse and I want to adopt Hailey, which would allow her to get back to her own school in Amazonia.

The judge nods, then asks if my spouse is by any chance a woman, who has been pestering two court workers all morning about the same case. I smile, and I say, that sounds like Sunny, yes. Soon Sunny is in the room with us, and the judge explains it will take a few days to check our background, but she calls Heather on the speaker phone, and gets Hailey as well on the line. After an initial cry, Hailey confirms that she wants nothing better than to have me and Sunny as her adoptive mothers.

When I explain to the judge that we have applied for a house in Amazonia, the same home where Hailey has lived, but there is a chance that we won't be accepted, Hailey simply informs the judge that she doesn't care, she wants us as her parents and will live with us, wherever that may be.

I don't think a better case could have been made for us, and the judge signs a preliminary order that grants us rights to act as Hailey's temporary guardians, until the adoption proceedings complete. And just like that we're empty nesters no more.

Before we go back to the hotel, we buy two new dresses for me, as I can fit in Sunny's underwear, but not in her dresses. Then we check out and drive to Amazonia, where our new daughter is waiting. Somehow, after so many years of careful and frustrating sex even, we still end up with a third child, and we can't be thrilled more. No, let me rephrase that, as Heather hugs each of us, and Hailey takes us both in one hug. Tears are flowing easily, but they're happy tears.

And suddenly everything is totally clear in my mind. I'm taking a sabbatical, I tell them. My office allows for it, one unpaid year during one's career. With a relatively small co-pay to maintain health-care for the family during that year. A year to learn to be a woman, a year to learn to be a mother, a year to stand as close as possible by this precious girl, and I pull Hailey in a hug.

As I look in Sunny’s face, I see her nod. She too thinks it's the right decision. And Hailey whispers in my ear, I love you mom, and my heart opens up to her, and I realize this must be the start of that mother-daughter bond that I saw between Sunny and Carol.