In a private room I change into my sleek dinner dress and on my way to the dining room I see Grace coming down with Miss Vee. Grace looks absolutely fabulous in a silver dress, and my whole body switches into desire mode. She's in an animated conversation with my second mom, who undoubtedly is getting a slew of intimate details from her. I have to smile at that and that's when Grace spots me, and I can see her body shiver in anticipation of sleeping with me later. I just love being in love!

Miss Vee takes my hand with her free one and that's how we enter the dining room. There's about half a dozen people there already from whom I only recognize one, the judge that handled my paperwork earlier today.

Introductions are made. The mayor, chief police, two business women and a niece. Nothing is said about my new status. I'm the dress advisor and Grace is my other half. But, after a wonderful dinner, before dessert, Penny uses her spoon to tap her glass and she asks for silence.

“I have some wonderful news”, she starts. “Twenty-six years ago I gave up a child to a wonderful couple, and today I have found her back. Through an unexpected coincidence I met Uniqua here today, and based on her last name I started asking questions and based on her birthday I could only conclude she is the child I gave up so long ago. Unfortunately, her parents that raised her into the wonderful person she is today, both passed away last year, and we decided to reestablish our true connection. Uniqua is officially known as my daughter again, and we want to officially welcome her into our family.”

As she spoke, Miss Vee was holding her hand, nodding her agreement, and she was the first to clap when Mom finished. Everybody else joins in the cheering, including Grace, but from her face I can tell she knew already, and a little squeeze of my hand confirms that. The niece is the first one to hug me. “Welcome to the family”, she says, and she sounds sincere.

Miss Vee takes over, saying “Everyone here is invited to Saturday's party already, but it will now be centered around the power of family. Please dress fabulously as I know I will be”, and she winks at me.

After everybody is gone, Grace and I remain behind, and the four of us chat about the past day, and everything that happened. What I like most is that Grace is accepted as part of the family, just as me. Things actually get naughty as two lesbian couples start comparing their sex life's, and although this should be awkward between families, it simply is enlightening. Grace actually confesses that she's transgender with a well working manhood, and how that greatly improves our nights. Our “moms” are just delighted.

When we leave, Grace, now the owner of the silver dress, we drive in separate cars home, both our phones chiming with pictures from our dinner night. I make a few of my own of Grace before we go to bed and she fucks my brains out, her hands and lips on my new, still small, breasts.

News travels fast as on Friday Linda congratulates me with my newfound mother. She's worried though that I may quit my job, now that I'm part of an extremely wealthy family. To be honest, I've not even considered that my financial situation may change, although the doctor's visit was clearly billed to my new mom. I promise Linda however that I will stay on, according to contract, and given how much I love this job already, I am likely in for a long run.

As promised, both my moms come to the shop to find a party dress. I had secured one already for Miss Vee, and she loves it, but our shop doesn't carry a lot of leather, which I know Penny wants. Linda tells me however to check out the new stock in the back room, and there happens to be three leather dresses, one of them a clear winner, I can tell right away. Penny however buys all three and she hugs Linda, thanking her for the extra care. Linda clearly knows her clientele.

As promised, back home I put my own leather dress on, and it hugs me right away, even more than two days ago. Grace goes wild as she sees me, but before she can drag me to bed I give her two presents. My paycheck for the week with four thousand on it, one grand taken out for my own dresses, and a dress I bought for her from the extra grand I made. We look amazing together in black leather and white satin.

I got used to showering in my heels, simply because they feel like my bare feet now. But showering in a full length dress that hugs me tight all over is a whole new experience. I mean, does it even matter if you soap yourself? But I notice, once again, that the leather closes so tight, that no water gets between it and my skin. Yet the outside seems to take on an even more beautiful sheen. And it's dry already when I turn off the shower.

We have a lovely Saturday, finally just the two of us, and no need to have crazy sex, although Grace's hand never leaves my leather breast. We talk about the upcoming party, and all the cousins I will apparently meet. Family that I don't know, and who will most likely not consider me family either. How many will be offended about the chance that their potential inheritance is at risk?

The funny thing is, I don't even want to be an heir. I was perfectly fine having these sweet ladies in my life, even acting as mother and daughter, but I want to build my own fortune, or really just a pleasant life. With Grace. I don't need the complications that their money can bring.

Grace picks up on our life together rather than any money involved. And I simply tell her what I have come to realize in the past week. Sure, the sex is good, great! But, I'm madly in love with her, and I have never felt so good or so sure about something. And she confesses the same thing in return, which makes us both feel warm inside. And just like that we promise ourselves to each other.

Before my mom died she gave me her wedding and engagement rings, making me promise to give them to my fiancee, once I was ready for that. And now, finding that engagement ring, I realize how delicate it is and how well it fits Grace and matches her style, as I carefully shift it on her finger, while asking her to be my wife.

Thank God, Grace's parents as well as her twin sister are all still alive, but her grandmother trusted Grace with her wedding ring, before she passed away, while Grace was still a boy. And it must be magic I think, but that ring fits me like a glove, as she asks me to be her wife. And while my ring on Grace is a large diamond in a beautiful setting, her ring on me has a small but extremely bright diamond worked into the band, completely smooth, like my snakeskin.

We decide to share our engagement as a surprise at tonight's party. But Grace wants to call her parents and her sister right away. And through a video call, I meet my new family on this side as well. Initially it is a bit of a shock, as the only thing they had heard was that she was seeing someone. But they know their daughter well enough to see that it is real. And my welcome in their small family feels genuine.

The call with her sister I'm being embraced even more. Though paternal twins, Grace has shaped herself definitely to look like her sister, and the bond you expect only between maternal twins is there as well. Shannon sees it right away in Grace's eyes, before she can even say a word. She loves my looks and my dress and she's glad her sister found a sexy girl. In minutes we talk like we have known each other for years, and we plan a get-together next week.

I've decided to call Miss Vee and Penny my parents, rather than moms, and the limousine they sent to pick us up is a nice touch. We will stay overnight after the party and spend the whole Sunday with them as well. I didn't expect a red carpet, but it's there, with photographers and even a 360 degree fashion booth. I guess we'll have to get used to Hollywood style events.

So much for a surprise though as both notice our rings on the first look. Just another thing that will be announced later, I guess. I'm proud of having chosen both the party dresses, as they look magnificent. But, that's what they say about us as well. Mom Penny checks my dress and approves how well it's molded around my curves. Mom Vee takes Grace aside and after initial compliments they seem to have a serious discussion that ends with the new mom kissing her new daughter. I feel pleasantly warm in my tummy.

The party is a blast! Good food, sweet drinks, a terrific band and a giant dance floor. I hadn't seen the ballroom clearly on my first visit. I see a number of celebrities, two of them wanting to dance with me. Grace nods to go ahead, she has her own admirers. My dress gets a lot of compliments, although I hear one woman using the word slut to her friend. You can never please everyone.

I'm actually a mediocre dancer, or I guess I was, because having the other person lead seems to work quite well for me. My heels and dress are not restricting me, they enhance my capabilities on the floor. But when finally Grace takes over and she leads me across the floor I feel like we're one unit. I fit so well in her arms, especially during slow dances, and I see a look of defeat on the face of some hopefuls.

When there's finally a break, Miss Vee requests everyone to come to the ballroom, where she holds a speech. Thanking everyone for coming and explaining that tonight is way more than the yearly summer party. It's a celebration of family, as Penelope has finally reunited with her long lost daughter. And she motions for me and Grace to come on the podium. “Everyone, meet Uniqua, our lost daughter, and her partner in life Grace.”

For a moment there is silence as the words sink in, then the applause starts and soon the floor is cheering. After a minute or so Miss Vee lifts up her hands, and it gets quiet again. “But there's more. It appears we have not gained one, but two daughters, as today Uniqua and Grace decided to get married, so today is an engagement celebration as well.”

The cheering starts again, as Miss Vee pulls us alongside her, her arms around our shoulders, as Penny joins us on the podium. It is my new cousin Samantha, whom we met last Wednesday at dinner, who joins us first, hugging me, then Grace, saying “I'm so happy for you both. Welcome to the family! I have had to bite my tongue the past couple of days not to spill the news.”

We slowly meet the whole family, including Melanie and her fiance, and many of the family friends. I recognize three distinct different reactions. Most people are genuinely happy for us. Some are disbelieving, like they expect to hear something like “April's fool”, and some don't seem to trust it, like I'm some kind of imposter. But I do notice that both my parents keep a keen eye for everyone's reaction as well.

Much later, when I'm coming out of the bathroom, a guy my age actually calls me out. “Not sure how you managed to gain my aunt's trust, but I think you're a trickster, clearly after her money.”

I wasn't sure how to reply to such hostility, but I stretched the truth a bit, saying “I didn't know Penelope until last Wednesday. It was her recognizing me as her daughter, I had nothing to do with that. I didn't even know how wealthy she was, I was just happy to have a family again, as the people who raised me died last year.” And I left him standing there, not interested in any other word from him.

When everyone was gone at last we took a nightcap together and I brought the words from the cousin up. “He was so worried about ‘the money’, something I don't even care about, but I would hate it if my being here puts a rift in the family.”

Mom Penny puts her arms around me. “Oh darling. We should have prepped you better on this. You see, with us not having children, every family member thinks they may get a piece of the pie, once we pass away. And in a way it's true, we have a will that will send a nice amount to every family member. That will was changed last Thursday, and it includes you and Grace and any children you may have. Maybe a bigger chunk yes, but not at the expense of any family member. The biggest chunk of our money will go to an organization that protects the rights of the LGBTQ+ community. We have already identified long ago who will get to lead the businesses, so things won't fall apart once we're gone.”

“Well”, I reply, “when you offered to be my mom, all I thought was how wonderful it would be to have a family again. If Grace and I somehow manage to get children, I want them to have two sets of grandparents. So let's stop this talking about you guys no longer being with us. I lost both my parents last year, and I don't want that feeling again.”

This time mom Vee answers. “Oh, you're right darling, we're not planning to step out anytime soon. But things can happen, like you experienced last year unfortunately, and without a will that arranges everything the state will take a huge chunk, and the family would all fight over the leftovers. We're business women and we don't leave anything to chance.”

Of course I understand, but still… “Maybe you should not have put us in your will. I hate it when they think I'm an imposter. We both have good jobs that we like and that pay well, so it's not like we need any money.” I see Grace nod in agreement and send her a loving smile.

But mom Penny's voice leaves no room for disagreement. “Well, that's not going to happen. We know you're not an imposter and that's the only thing that counts. As a matter of fact, this house will be yours as well, with everything in it, including all our clothes. With a trust fund to guarantee maintenance and upkeep. We will not hear anymore of this! We know the culprits in our families and we'll deal with them in the coming months. Basta!”

Then, in a much softer voice, “We'll handle your wedding as well, if you want. Party of the year! And we will help with any expenses in relation to you getting children. I really want to see a bunch of them running around here.” And mom Vee nodded in agreement.

Grace and I have a whole wing for ourselves. With bedrooms, bathrooms, a kitchen, a gym, a family room and even a nursery. Plus private gardens. They don't want to pressure us but they would love seeing us move in here, and start that family of our own. It is Grace who makes the decision when we land on the giant bed that is whisper soft. “I could really live here”, she says jokingly. But the decision is made.

On Sunday we go hiking, all four of us. The gardens are meticulously trimmed, but they end in acres of wilderness I can only call it. Woods, creeks, a lake, and quite a change of elevation. There are trails that we take to see it all. We picnic at the lake and Grace even catches a fish. There are canoes that we take to the other side, where there are wildflowers as far as you can see. As promised, I'm still in my party dress, the leather now truly a second skin.

We chat about all kinds of stuff, what we like, what we don't like, what turns us on or off, our jobs, our free time, so many things you normally know when parents and children live together. But it's all good bonding and we enjoy it tremendously. There is a huge log near the lake, and we all cut our initials in it with little hearts. I wonder why no one else has carved anything in it, but mom Vee says all of this is still part of the property, with fences around it.

When we finally leave in one of their cars, they wave us out. I will see them next week again, after my training at headquarters, but Grace will oversee the move and start living here by Wednesday. We both know it's the perfect decision.

Monday morning I finally get out of my dress. It's troublesome, like it doesn't want to give up on me, but eventually I'm naked again. I pull my corset with ease three clicks tighter, like the dress has shaped my body even more, rather than adapting to my shape. And even my breasts feel bigger as I wash them in the shower, but I know that's make belief.

Did I say naked? I forgot all about my shoes and I packed just my work dresses and some lingerie. I guess I'll walk for another week in them. It's a two hour drive and I use the SUV we borrowed from mom. It almost drives itself and before I know it I report for the training. There are four of us from different locations but we all wear the same dress, as expected.

It's very much what I expected, Linda had taught me well already. It's all about the importance of lasting relationships with our clients. And anyone entering our stores will receive the same treatment, even if they're lost or searching for a bathroom. We do some team building over dinner and some evening activities, but I miss Grace. Finally, when I'm hitting my bed very tired, I can call her, and we talk for about fifteen minutes about our day, but then I fall asleep, in the middle of a sentence.

When I wake up I have just enough time to text her “I'm sorry”, but she tells me “don't worry”. Breakfast is our first activity. But later in the morning I feel sick, like I ate something bad. But I'm the only one, and we all had more or less the same food. I try to push through it, but when my hands start shaking they send me to bed.

As my mouth feels dry I drink a lot of water, yet it doesn't feel like I have a fever. I'm just generally unwell, both physically as mentally. Eventually they send a nurse to my room and she concludes that I'm either having an allergic reaction, or some sort of withdrawal. Did I forget to bring my medications, she asks.

I shake my head, I'm not taking any, not yet anyway until I start on hormones, but then a thought hits me. When the nurse is gone, I call Grace, and she comes to the same conclusion much faster. I've given her a blow job every morning since I met her. Until today…

I have jokingly said that I'm addicted to her cock. She fucks me at night and I blow her in the morning. But this is no joke at all, and I don't want to suck any other dick either. But Grace has a solution. “I'll be there in two hours!” I had forgotten that she's home, organizing the moving of all our stuff to the mansion. But they can do without her for a bit, and she gets in her car and violates a few speed limits.

As I wait for her, it's like my body is anticipating. My mouth is actually drooling but the weird sickness seems to be gone already. Is this what it feels like for people who need their smoke? Or their next glass of alcohol? A shot? The anticipation keeps them going?

All I know is that when Grace is at the door, we don't even make it to the bed. It seems like she has worked herself up in the car, and I drain her balls within a minute. And suddenly I'm totally calm again. The truth is, I am an addict…

I can just make it in time for the next afternoon session, a makeup class, so I kiss Grace goodbye and run out, full of energy again. Of course, we will have to think this over, but not now. My explanation to the team? I'd forgotten my medicine, and my fiancee just brought it over. Sort of the truth.

Later that night I find a note from Grace. Medicine all the way through Friday is in the fridge. And she must have gotten some bottles from the pharmacy, and each one of them has a load of her cum. I text her. “You're absolutely the best that ever happened to me in my life, but how the heck did you do that?”

Her reply? “Just kept on looking at your pictures in your leather dress…” Followed by a few emoticons that I've never seen before, but they don't need explanation.

It's not the same when I take my first dose in the morning, but it does the job. I'm energetic the whole day, and I need it, because everything today is about designers, characteristics, colors, prices, and discounts. But I enjoy it, somehow there's a whole new world opening up for me, and I want to be on top of it.

Thursday is all about putting our knowledge in practice, and I have the afternoon shift with a girl named Maria, in the store that started it all. The store is bigger than the one back home, and they have an exclusive leather corner. I will have to take mom here soon. The store manager keeps an eye on us, but everything goes smoothly, and we make multiple sales. That's when Bobby walks in…

Bobby is a four year old, with tears in his eyes, looking for his mommy. For a moment I think it's a test, but I doubt you can teach a four year old to cry like that on cue. Maria, who was closest to the entrance, goes down to Bobby's level, and asks him if he needs help finding his mother. He only nods. But when Maria takes his hand to go searching for his mom in the mall, I say “Stop!” before I can think it over.

The moment I do think it over, I know I'm right. The police may already be looking for him, and if they see him walk with a woman, then the logical conclusion would be that she's the one who kidnapped him.

Instead, I take him to the kids corner, telling Maria to call security and have them page the mother in the mall. And then come here to pick him up. First, I find out that his name is Bobby, and I ask him if he wants to draw something or if he wants me to tell a story.

He wants the story, but to keep his mind from missing his mom I challenge him to help me make up the story. The story of the little lamb, named Bobby, who strayed from the flock, and ended up in the scary woods, but no sign of his mommy. But he does spot the big bad wolf, looking at him from behind a tree. Luckily, there was a friendly looking cottage and he knocked on the door, only to have a big bear open it. But, she's very nice, and her skin is as soft as his mommy's. She gave him cookies and lemonade, as Maria brings the same to Bobby, while her husband scared away the wolf, and went looking for the flock.

Luckily he found them and brought the worried mommy to the cottage. And as I look up I see a frantic woman enter the shop with a security officer, and I give her a sign to wait and say nothing, as we wrap up the story. The little lamb had to finish his cookie quickly, as Bobby does the same, before his mom would come. And finally she was there, and hugged him and they lived happily ever after.

As Bobby claps, his own mother comes into his view, and he jumps in her arms, saying “We made up a whole story, and the little lamb was saved!”, followed by a “Where were you?”

There are some tears, but the woman thanks me profoundly, and they leave with the officer. But the boy looks back and asks, “Can I come back and we do another story?” And I tell him, “Any time!”

Of course our manager and our teacher make a big deal out of it, how we turned a scary event into a bond with a boy and his mother who both will never forget it. It doesn't matter if it ever pays back, but our store will forever be linked with a positive experience. And that is what this whole week is about.

Friday morning there is actually a real examination, and we all pass and we get to pick an outfit from the shop. You may think I pick a beautiful leather dress, but I select a golden cocktail dress that will look perfect on Grace. My life saver, and perhaps my career saver too, because without her, I may not have finished this training so well.

As I drive home, my new home, where my parents and wife-to-be are waiting, I think about the little boy and the kids I had in the store last week, and I come to realize something. I deal well with kids, and it gives me great satisfaction. I never really thought I'd ever have kids myself, but now my motherly feelings come out, and I know I want them sooner than later.

What was that song? “Wherever I lay my hat, that's my home”, or something? When I arrive at the mansion and park this car back in its spot in the 10-car garage, I truly feel home. Mom Penny meets me as I carry my bags inside, and she looks amazing. In a way I fall in love again, this time with my new mother. And she loves me right back.

Grace is still at work, and mom Vee is at some function, so I tell mom Penny everything that happened, including my addiction. She's worried that it can make me so sick, but she also sees it as the greatest bond between me and Grace. And she herself confesses that before she met Vee, both of them were in heterosexual relationships, with both going nowhere. They found their bond by accident, the love between two women, and all their problems went away. Sure, they had to deal with the backlash from people who don't understand true love between two women, and from furious exes who felt publicly humiliated and saw their easy life fall away. But in the end they never looked back, accepting what was, combining a great sex life with an even better mental health. It may not seem like my addiction, but there is no way that she and Vee could ever live without each other. Which is the best “addiction” one could ever have.

And as we form our own bond, a mother-daughter bond, I can sense it as well. It's so easy to accept when you find the right person. I tell her about my desire to have children once Grace and I get married, and she simply asks me, “Why wait?” And we agree to start that discussion once both our other halves are home.

I ask for her help with finally taking my shoes off, and it takes half an hour of massaging the leather around my feet before it finally lets go. Funny thing, my feet don't even smell bad after being locked up so long, but mom still washes my feet carefully in a small bath, and not only does it feel good, it also symbolizes me being truly home.

I hadn't expected anything differently, but I can't put my feet flat again, and mom gives me some of her high heeled sandals. To be honest, I don't think I will wear flat shoes ever again, and snake leather will be my goto shoes to relax. Mom gives me a kimono to wear, of course made from the thinnest leather, although you can hardly tell, unless you feel it. And I realize I have more than one addiction.

In the following weeks my breasts “grow” a couple of sizes, up to the point I don't need any padding anymore. The same doctor helps me with a hormone regime and other things like body hair removal. But the most critical thing is that she frees my manhood again, and with the help from Grace we bring it back to life. For weeks she pumps it and collects my sperm which gets safely stored. Interestingly enough they find nothing wrong with my sperm, so maybe it was never meant for Sabine and me. Grace's twin sister has agreed to carry two children for us and technically I will be the father.

But, when you have lots of millions behind you, a lot of rules often fade away, and the moment we have collected enough sperm I get a sex reconstruction surgery, and although no money will make the recovery any easier or quicker, my life does get better. Mentally and physically I have become a true woman and I can't wait to become the mother to the child that is growing inside Shannon, Grace's sister.

Did I say one child? I meant twins, we found out soon. But first the wedding of the year, right on Halloween. I'm dressed as a snake woman, what else, and Grace is my angel. I love how she drops slowly from the ceiling right next to me at the altar. Which happens to be a witches cauldron, in the middle of a pentagram. And what a wonderful special effect when the pentagram starts burning right as we say our “I do's”.

As we return from our honeymoon, Shannon starts showing, and Grace uses belly padding to stay right on track with her sister. Her breasts start even lactating, shortly before our children are born. Vivienne first, shortly followed by Robert, or Bobby as he's called by everyone. As Shannon pumps her breast, so I can feed Viv, Bobby latches perfectly on Grace's breasts. I'm praying that I may once experience that feeling.

That happens a year later, as mom Penny decides on giving her most precious gift, a tough one at her age. Another child, technically fathered by Grace, while I am now the one wearing the belly suit. Mom stays out of the spotlight as long as she's showing, and when Cassandra is born, named after my true birth mother, my breasts ache with milk.

The three kids fill the house, just like the grandmothers wished for. With four women in the house we share the responsibility of parenting, giving me a chance to manage the store, as Linda started the first franchise in the neighboring state.

We are all extremely happy, our luck turning that one night when I met Grace. Or was it when Linda hired me? Or when Penny became my mother? Or when Grace and I got married? Or when our children were born? It doesn't matter. Fact however is, when you find the perfect person to love, do anything in your power to make her happy. Even if that includes changing gender. Or suck her dick. Or be her fuck toy. It's all an investment in the future, like I learned so well years ago. And that doesn't apply just to your job, it applies just as much with family.