Friday

After only half a week I had had more fun in my job here than ever in the regular engineering department. And half an hour after I reached home Alisha was there. I had put quite some effort in cleaning up my place and adding a female touch. Most importantly, I had bought new sheets for the bed that were a dream to lay between. And that's exactly what we did within minutes after she arrived.

The separation had driven us both nuts, I guess that's how new love works. But catching up was divine. She had brought the best tools, or perhaps toys is the better word. And she didn't stop pounding me until I was like mush in her hands.

Much later I could finally give her the heart shaped golden locket I had bought for her, with a tiny picture of us inside. I put it around her neck and it rested between her breasts like it had always belonged there. That's when she showed me the painting of her own photo shoot that had hung so proudly in her bedroom, followed by a different one, this time from my photo session. It was delivered just the day before, and I looked truly amazing. I couldn't be more proud of how it had come out.

But, she asked if she could keep my painting and if I wanted hers to hang over my bed. And I saw the symbolic value, similar to what I had meant with the locket, and I could not think of anything better than her picture watching over me at night. And jokingly I said, only until we start living together, then our pictures will both hang over our bed. But she didn't joke back when she said she had bought Mermaid beach.

I wasn't sure what I was more shocked about. The fact that you could even buy a beach, but, as she explained she had bought multiple acres of the swamp land that included the bay with our beach. And she said that from aerial pictures it was clear that there was a solid strip of land from the bay all the way to the nearest road, so a house could be built next to the bay, if we wanted.

That was the other thing I wondered about. No matter how secluded the area was, it was bound to be expensive, let alone a house, which would cost a fortune to build there. But Alisha simply said she had inherited quite a sum when her grandmother passed away, who would have been thrilled knowing that the money was used to live near a beach.

I didn't know what to say. Our week apart had shown us probably more even than our week together that we were meant to be a couple. A couple that married? Built a home together? Spent a million or probably more on building that home?

Alisha laughed and told me not to worry. We wouldn't be rushing anything. The land was a good investment, but we needed to be sure of ourselves before getting married, and only then would we build a home exactly what and where we wanted. Her trust fund had a stipulation that the money could only be used for buying or building a home and the land around it, as well as for making it home. Her grandmother had at some point owned a small island herself, and made a fortune by selling it before she died.

As we discussed all of this, we had moved to the kitchen where I had started on dinner. I loved cooking for my lover, but also for my sister, who arrived soon after. The three of us would drive together to my parents the next morning and I showed them all the meat I was going to bring, all deliciously marinated, for the barbecue we'd have.

So, the good thing was, the two most important people in my life right now liked each other very much, even after meeting in person now. They were joking like they had known each other for life, and were even quite intimate together. Up to the point that the two stood naked together in my bedroom, discussing how my sister would indeed carry a baby for us once we were ready for that. I was shocked how easily my sister agreed on that, but then again, we were very close on everything else, so why not that?

My sister took an interest in Alisha's tiny dick and the smoothness around it with her scrotum removed, even sucking it back to life, and although it never got hard, it definitely got fat. It was the start of an orgy and even though my sister and I never “touched” each other, we did drive Alisha to greater heights together, who “coincidentally”, had brought a three-headed snake.

It was clear that I was the most submissive where the other two more dominant women were “fighting” for control. Sparks were flying as they were getting each other off, taking me with them every time. I think I must have passed out at some point, but when I woke up deep in the night, Alisha was sleeping in the middle, with my sister and I both having a hand on one of Alisha's breasts.

Saturday

In the morning I cooked a simple breakfast and after we were all clean and fed, Meg drove us to our parents. I sat in the back as the two of them bonded more in the front, and I had to laugh at their jokes, often at my expense. But in reality I was nervous, even afraid. Afraid that my parents would reject me.

It was my mom who came running out when we arrived. And Meg introduced Alisha as a friend, then me as just Sabine. Previously known as Zachary.

I saw the laugh on my mom's face change to confusion, then to stunned. At least it didn't go angry. “Sorry mom”, I said, “but I finally found out why I was so unhappy as Zach. This gorgeous woman”, and I pulled Alisha into me, “showed me who I really am. A confident, no longer shy woman, who in just one week already changed into the job I really deserve. So, not only do I hope you will accept me as Sabine, but also Alisha as the love of my life.”

Mom was still confused. “How can you be Zach? You look like a real woman. Pretty.” Not the worst reaction, I figured. “I guess she was always inside me, I just didn't know. And thanks for the compliment. You think Dad will freak out?” I guess that last question turned out to be smart, because Mom suddenly started thinking of how to bring this to her husband, silently accepting that I was Sabine now.

But Dad already came out. “What's all the commotion here? Why aren't you guys coming in? Who are these pretty girls? And where is Zach?”

I took it as my queue. “Well, this pretty girl”, and I pointed at his daughter, “is Meg. The other one is Alisha, Zach's girlfriend.”

I saw my dad smile, first at my little joke on his daughter, then when he realized Zach had finally brought a girl home, and a beauty at that. “And I”, I finished, “am Alisha's girlfriend Sabine.”

His smile changed into confusion now. I heard him mumble “Zach's girlfriend is a lesbian? Zach won't like that.” At which I replied, “Oh, he likes it alright. So much so that he turned lesbian himself. And to be lesbian, he had to become..”

“You!”, dad interrupted me, and I simply nodded.

That's when mom said, “Zach was always unhappy, but he never knew why. Until he became Sabine. And look at her. Isn't she beautiful?”

It wasn't quite like I had practiced to tell them, but somehow it seemed to work. Dad stood right in front of me and looked me in the eyes. And where I had always been shorter than him, in my heels I was now at his height. And I stared proudly back at him. Then he said, “You have changed more than just your looks. Zach would have looked away from me, but you show guts.” I nodded again. Then he said, “I have always worried about Zach, but I don't think I have to worry about you.”

I said “Thanks Dad”, suppressing a choke, and when he opened his arms wide, I just stepped into him, and he closed them around me, like I'd see him do hundreds of times to my sister. And his hug felt good, as I knew he accepted the new me. After he let me go he hugged Alisha in the same way, and finally Meg. And he said, “I lost a son, but I gained two daughters. Not a bad deal.”

I would have never believed it could be that simple. I knew my parents were pretty liberal, but what does that mean if your own child comes home, telling you he's gay. Or transgender. Or both. But just as I realized I had been unhappy my whole life, they knew that all along, and when you wish the best for your children, that sometimes means you have to accept the change that takes the unhappiness away.

Everything after was so easy. Alisha and I told our stories and Meg put in her two cents as well. My parents were proud of how I had changed my job into something much more positive. They liked the new me, they liked the personality change, and they liked Alisha. My mom made so many pictures, and old fashioned as they sometimes still were, she printed a bunch of them and started replacing some of Zach's pictures in the house by Sabine.

I did surprise them a few times still. With the way I took control over the barbecue and with all the meat I had prepared. And I set them all to work on cutting veggies for the salads and organizing drinks. Zach would have done the work as well, but only when he was instructed to do something. Whereas Sabine was the one now giving the instructions.

The food was all perfect, better than I remember ever before during barbecues like this, and they all agreed that it was thanks to the work I had put in. I saw Dad smiling, his face satisfied after the steak I had cooked him, and he clearly enjoyed being pampered by four women.

We played games, and I showed Alisha the lake at which I had learned to surf first. We took a canoe that belonged to my parents onto the lake, and together we enjoyed the serenity of nature in this area. She understood right away how tough it had been for me to leave this behind. And likewise why I was attracted so much to the area where she lived.

Sunday

All in all it was a good weekend. Better than I had expected, but how easily do children underestimate the love of their parents, no matter how old the children get. We left right after lunch with big hugs, knowing that Alisha still had a long drive to go.

Similarly, Meg and I sent Alisha on her way later, after many hugs and kisses. And we promised to fly in the weekend after next. Alisha wanted me to meet her parents as well when they came back from their vacation, and Meg had an open invitation to come with me to visit any time.

When Alisha had gone on her way, but before Meg left me as well, she and I had a sisterly hug, and I cried on her shoulder. It was mostly happiness, the way the weekend had gone. But there was sadness as well, the way I missed Alisha already. And Meg agreed how perfect Alisha was for me, but she herself was questioning her own sexuality now. Meg had had many boyfriends, I remembered plenty of them, but none had satisfied her as much as the one night here with Alisha. And she was going to find out if she herself was really lesbian as well, or that perhaps it had been the transgender part that had attracted her so much. I wished her good luck, and promised that I would help her evaluate any “candidate” she was considering. And after we had some good laughs about that she went on her way as well.

Monday

I had an appointment with my new doctor, and she was indeed someone I could trust and be open with about all these feelings I had lately. She confirmed that many people had no clue they were transgender until the right circumstances opened their eyes and mind. And also that once that happened, the transformation could simply not go fast enough. A much different path from people who knew from a young age that they were different, but for whom it was a many-year process before they finally went all the way. I wanted my changes to be “right now!”

She had seen my psychological evaluation already, all the papers I filled out a week ago. Or was it two? And as far as I cared I was looking forward to getting rid of my balls, as it was a bit uncomfortable now and then, the way they were squeezed between my legs. But apparently there were other options here as well.

If I was interested in a more feminine solution, she could use the sensitive skin from my empty ball sack as the entrance of a “real” pussy into an artificial silicone tube under the skin between my legs giving at least six inches of depth. Anything penetrating me would rub along my penis which would be glued or stitched tight between my legs. It wouldn't be able to grow, but it could swell thanks to the blood flow and provide pressure and pleasure in return for both parties.

I don't think that I would ever take another man's dick inside me, but I'd seen how much fun my sister had with the snake’s head inside her pussy, and I was curious how that felt. The doctor warned me it would not be the same as a real pussy, given the awkward angle, but a partner would probably not even notice that.

Getting a real pussy, a sex reconstruction surgery would at least take a year, the minimum time I was to live full-time as a woman, plus there was a waiting list that I was added to right away, assuming I would get the financing in order. So, my temporary pussy could easily be there for the next two to three years.

It made sense as I would get some fun out of a surgery that most men would dread. And as far as my doctor was concerned I'd be in and out in about an hour. But first..

She suggested freeing my dick from its current lock up, giving me a chance to pump it for sperm that she would store for me, until I requested it to impregnate someone. In one or two weeks I should have enough to start a family, and she could perform the surgery on me.

When I called Alisha, she agreed with the decision, and she wondered why she'd never done the same. Then again, she had also not yet added her name to the waiting list, even though she has lived as a woman for around eight years. She simply had never considered it important. But that could very well change now.

I couldn't believe how much I hated already to see my own dick again, free from its restriction. And I had trouble bringing it back alive. At night I was sitting with Alisha's painting, fantasizing about being a family, but it wasn't until she texted me some very sexy pictures of herself in a cute leather skirt and bra top, that I finally managed to shoot my load in a special cup.

Friday

Almost two weeks later I reported for my surgery. Alisha had taken the day off and she had taken a flight here. Meg had picked her up from the airport and the two of them were in the waiting room while I went under the knife. Maybe the surgery took just an hour, but the prepping and recovery had me in the hospital for about four. And groggy as I still was, I had them tuck me in bed, and I was out until the next morning.

Saturday

Meg and Alisha had taken the guestroom and I let them sleep, while I made breakfast, my hunger overwhelming the pain I felt between my legs even.

Peeing was very similar as before but everything felt less strained. It was clear that the pressure I had noticed the past weeks was relieved and the only pain seemed to be under the bandage where the entrance to my pussy was supposed to be.

As I was enjoying a solitary breakfast with coffee I could hear some stirring in the guestroom, and by the time I was finished the two of them came out. Alisha's first question was how I was feeling. Which by now was remarkably well. The doctor had prescribed some pain killers, but I stuck to a simple aspirin.

Sunday

The pain was all gone and the bandage came off, so I could take a shower. The doctor had warned against penetration of anything thicker than a finger for at least a week, so when the hot water fell around me I carefully pushed my index finger inside. I could feel my finger pass through the sensitive entrance and I was surprised how soft, but also how tight the tube behind it was. The light pressure that my finger applied to the underside of my penis was pleasant and I was actually looking forward to using something more massive inside me. Interesting…

Alisha had a present for me, a very sexy bikini that I had seen in the surf shop before, which I had deemed impossible for me given the way my balls would have been noticeable, but now it was a perfectly flat crotch, the silver material screaming for attention from men and women alike, I was sure to find out soon.

Meg and I took Alisha back to the airport, and I promised her I would come over the following weekend for two days of surfing, and visiting our own mermaid beach, and finally meeting her family. And Meg asked if she could come the weekend after as well. But, she said, she would rent a jet ski, as she wasn't going to hang down from a tiny sail.

Monday

At first I blamed the separation from Alisha again, but soon it was clear that something else was going on in my body. And a quick call with my doctor confirmed that a hormonal imbalance was to be expected. Without my scrotum my body hardly produced testosterone anymore, giving the normal production of female hormones a chance to overtake control. In other words, I would slowly become more feminine, and not just physical, but mentally as well.

A small dose of estrogen would help speed the process up, stimulating my body shape and the growing of my own breasts. And the doctor asked if I could come by, and they would teach me how to inject myself every two weeks.

Friday

Throughout the week I recognized the symptoms better, and rather than worrying about it, I started embracing the journey I was on now. Had Alisha not said the same? The surgery was a permanent goodbye to being male, and both my body and mind were catching up.

As I left the office a few hours early, I took the one hour flight to Norfolk, where Alisha picked me up. She introduced me to Beverly, her sister, and I was amazed how much they looked alike. Not like twins I mean, but definitely like sisters. Which was incredible by itself as Alisha was born as a boy.

And similar to how Alisha hit it off with my sister, Bev and I liked each other right away. We chatted as Alisha drove us the twenty minutes or so to their parents. I was immediately welcomed in their home, with arms as open as my parents had treated Alisha. The big difference though was that Alisha's parents had heard a lot about me already, and they were pleased with how happy I had made their daughter.

I helped their mom in the kitchen, who told me that both her kids never got the hang of cooking, although they wouldn't die from hunger. But it pleased her tremendously that I could cook, liked doing it even. She had also noted the earrings I was wearing and the ring on my finger, both signs that I was seriously involved with her daughter. And just like that we formed our own bond, as she locked me in her heart.

Dinner was fun, and a lot of stories were told about old times, when Alisha was still Alan, but also about newer times, in which Alisha was born. Both sides were entertaining and I learned a lot of little facts about my lover.

Later, after we dropped off Bev, I was finally alone with Alisha, and I told her how much I loved her, even more after meeting her family. It took only ten more minutes to get home, as we discussed the physical and mental changes I was going through and she was sharing her experience years ago, which was fairly similar. It felt good to know that this turmoil eventually sets down into something perfect.

That night she took my pussy virginity very carefully, and I knew right away that I had made the right choice. There was enough sensitive skin down there to enjoy being filled up by her strap-on. And as she made me her woman once more, one mental change simply clicked in place. I was truly a woman now! I had prepared for this mentally, even though physically more was needed, but from now on Zach was history for good.

Saturday

We sailed the whole day, in my new bikini, and I was the object of many desires. Of course we spent a few hours on our own beach, and we tried to picture where our house would be built and what it would look like. These were no longer sweet fantasies but realistic visions of the near future. That night we went back to “our restaurant”, where I was warmly welcomed now as well. I was wearing my sexy silver dress, and I realized how much I liked making my lover drool. She took me dancing afterwards and we stole the dance floor, although I had to keep men and women away who tried to “steal me”.

Sunday

I had an afternoon flight back and I cooked us a solid brunch. Already we looked forward to the next weekend to do it all over again, but then I would bring my sister.