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Edie's Journey Ch. 01

By: penny_coyne



Chapter -1 - Beginnings

"We really have to do something to help grandma and grandpa Honey. I mean they aren't able to keep up with their house cleaning anymore and they aren't eating properly!"

"I know Tom, I know! I'm sick over it. We can't afford to pay for a helper and they love their independence so much! What can we do?" And that was the conversation between my parents that led to my changing from a son and grandson to a daughter and granddaughter.

My name at birth was Edward, the youngest of four sons. I was literally the runt of the liter dwarfed by my father and brothers, my mother even being a taller than me. I had just turned 18 years old and had graduated high school. My brothers were all out of the house either married or living in other places.

My grandparents were elderly, living in another part of the state, and needed assisted living but were not willing to leave their home to live in a nursing home and who could blame them. My parents were desperate to find a way to make this happen and this is how things came about.

It was my mother who convinced my father that I was perfect for their needs. "Tom, you know how Eddie is, so unlike the other boys. He loves to help me in the kitchen and do the housework. He is so much more sensitive than a boy should be! I often think of him as the daughter we never had!"

"Well, you're partly to blame for that -- dressing him up since he was a baby in girl's clothes and teaching him how to cook and clean! Why he can even sew better than you can!"

"I know Tom but look at him -- he should have been a girl! He is so naturally feminine not just in his mannerism but physically as well!"

"Oh you mean his tiny little pecker and the fact that he is barely over five feet tall, sure then! And you let his hair stay long, so what else could you expect?"

"Not just his penis Tom but his overall appearance. Small thin frame, gorgeous eyes and high cheekbones, he is lovely!"

"So what do you want to do with him?" my father asked.

"I'd like to send him to live with the grand folks so he could help around the house. But there is one problem Tom. Granddad is so set in his ways that he would never allow a boy to do woman's work so we have to send Eddie as a girl. It's the only way!"

So it was agreed upon that I would now become a daughter and granddaughter instead of the son and grandson I was born. My mother apparently had discussed this all with my grandmother long before she spoke to my father and the plans were made in the way women succeed by manipulating their men folk.

My grandmother told my grandfather that his "granddaughter" was coming to stay with them and granddad was slipping somewhat mentally and it was easy to convince him that I had always been his granddaughter.

That left only me to be manipulated and my mother was brilliant in how she did so. For weeks she talked of how poorly my grandparents were doing and how it was not financially possible to pay for help. She also laid a guilt trip on me by saying the only alternative would be a nursing home and how they would lose the house to pay for it.

I was very upset and asked how I could help and that was all it took for my mother to set the wheels in motion. She hugged me tightly and whispered how much she loved and appreciated me. She had always confided that she wished I had been born female so she could have a daughter in addition to her fine strong sons. So this was not new to me and in truth I always felt more at ease in feminine surroundings and loved wearing dresses when my mom allowed. Some of my brothers would make fun of me but mom shielded me and dad was not happy about it but he stopped my brothers from taking it too far.

At school I had been pretty much a loner and hated sports instead joining the glee club and the library club. I always admired how the girls dressed and paid special attention to how they walked, often practicing in my room before a mirror and teasing my long brunette hair out and applying different hairstyles from my mom's ladies magazines. I even used some of her makeup while practicing how to recreate the look models had from the magazines. I think my mom knew but she never said anything. Of course I "borrowed" some of my mom's panties and pantyhose since I did most of the laundry. How heavenly the soft shiny fabric felt against my skin. 

So I agreed easily to my mom's plan and she started to "school" me immediately. She had me strip naked to see how much man hair I had but was pleasantly surprised to see only a slight downy trace of hair on my legs and almost nothing on my chest. I did not in the least find it strange to strip in front of her because it felt like "girl to girl" so I did so. She showed me how to properly shave my legs and under my armpits. She used a depilatory crème on my chest and was again pleased to find only light hair on my upper lip [more depilatory crème] and no beard to speak of. 

"Eddie, I think a name change is in order, don't you? So what shall we call you?" I thought a moment and said, "Mom, if I had been born a girl what name would you have given me?". Without hesitation my mom smiled and said "Edie!". So I agreed, liking it very much and we both hugged and cried a bit. That was so good for me as a feeling of joy swept through me as we cried together.

My mom continued with my feminization and was pleased to find I could do my hair and makeup and that I could actually walk femininely -- arms, legs and rear all in harmony! She asked if I was happy and committed to being "Edie" and I said I truly was. This led to my mom suggesting I add to my appearance by augmenting my breasts and hips. I agreed and she produced hormones that she was purchasing over the internet in anticipation of this day. So I began a regimen of estrogen and anti-androgens, the first to enhance me femininely, the second to inhibit testosterone production.

She took me shopping and we bought a nice starter wardrobe of panties, training bras, hosiery, skirts, dresses, blouses, tee tops ,sleepwear (both sensible and some sexy) ,makeup, hair accessories , inexpensive jewelry (including having my ears pierced) and last of all shoes. I think my mom was so excited to find that we shared the same shoe size she gushed about being able to share back and forth. I wanted the highest heels possible but mom said it would be wiser to get some flat heels and maybe a few 3 inch pumps or sling backs until I learned to walk in them. She told me that in time I would thank her after my feet started to kill me from wearing lovely shoes -- the woman's curse! She said she had a couple of 4 and 5 inch pumps that she wore for dad on those "special nights" and I could borrow them anytime I liked. 

When we returned home mom told me to fix my hair and makeup and to put on one of the everyday outfits then come help her in the kitchen preparing dinner. I put my hair up in a flip over using one of my new hair brocades showing my long thin neckline which had my new delicate silver chain and locket and also showed my small newly pierced silver ear studs. My makeup was simple: some jet black mascara, luminesse eyeshadow that really contrasted nicely with my brown eyes, a hint of neutral face powder, faint blush under my natural cheek lines, and a pastel crème shade lipstick opting not to use a lip liner since my lips were naturally full. 

I was dying to wear a dress so I chose a pearl shaded sundress that had a thin red belt, off white sheer pantyhose and my new 3 inch red sling back heels. Underneath I wore a pair of lycra beige hip hugger panties and a matching training bra that I stuffed with cotton. 

I looked at myself in the full length mirror and saw a young woman looking back at me -- slender arms, shapely legs, happy smiling face -- I was now the true me.

I went into my mom's bedroom and sprayed one of her perfumes, Borgese, that I adored on her and went downstairs, carefully in my new heels, to the kitchen. My mom had her back to me as she peeled vegetables over the sink but she apparently smelled her perfume as she turned and smiled the most radiant smile I ever saw.

"Oh, Edie! Oh, my beautiful girl!" She ran over to me and holding me at arm's length inspected every inch of me with tears in her eyes then hugged me and I rested my head on her breast and began to sob as well. 

"No , no crying young lady! We don't want to mess up your lovely makeup now do we?" mom said laughing through her tears. So I sniffed the tears away and carefully wiped my eyes with a Kleenex mom handed me. "Someone has been using my Borgese! And it smells delicious on you! Oh, how fabulous you look!"

So Mom had me walk around the kitchen in my heels and she said I was a natural and every movement was just right and feminine! We sat at the kitchen table and held hands as mom told me how proud she was of me for doing this for her mom and dad. I said it was good for me too, as I now felt natural and wanted to be a female more than anything. That led mom to become serious and say that in time the hormones would enlarge my breasts and give me hip and rear sizing too. She said we were being aggressive in the dosing and that by month's end I would see changes and soon enough start to feel mood swings but not like a natural born female but swings none the less.

We discussed whether or not I should change back to boy mode for now when dad came home but I said no, that I wanted to start my new life immediately and that included going out or when company came. Mom agreed and said I should expect dad to be a little upset when he came home from work and I understood. Mom said we had about 3 weeks before I was to go live with my grandparents so we would be very busy learning things necessary to completing my transformation.

When my dad came home that evening I was in the kitchen helping mom set the table. As he walked in he looked at us, seemed confused until I said, "Hi Daddy!" then he just sat down at the table never taking his eyes off me and reached for my mom's hand. 

"You were right', he said in a low voice to my mom, 'Eddie should've been born a girl!" My mom always in control said "Of course Dear and it's Edie now, not Eddie!"

"Yes, yes Edie now..." my dad's voiced trailed off.

The remainder of the evening went well. Mom outlined the plan and all the training, including the hormones, which surprisingly my dad said made sense to do. He asked if my voice would get more feminine and mom laughed saying it would because Edie would practice using it so. As it was I had a higher pitched voice than most boys but it still needed to sound more feminine. 

So in the three weeks that followed my voice was good enough so mom was pleased, my breasts enlarged enough to be legitimate A cups (enhanced with silicon breast forms), my rear filled out a bit and by dieting a bit at mom's insistence my hips were enhanced by the disappearance of what little belly fat I had to begin with. We added to my wardrobe (including some 4 inch heels) and I had started calling my grandparents almost every day so primarily my grandfather would get used to my voice and to see if he caught on, but he did not. My grandmother confided in me she was so thrilled at my coming and she thought I was lovely having seen photos my mom sent of me. We had nice long talks and I was really looking forward to being with her. It wouldn't be long now!

Edie's Journey Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- Edie's First Date

I went out of the house regularly with mom and on my own. The neighbors were told I was a visiting niece. School was over for me having graduated so I was free to shop, even sometimes on my own. I did enjoy having some of the boy's and even older men giving me the once over when I was at our local mall, I can only describe it as feeling danger yet joy if you can understand that at all! 

Mom insisted I get a driver's license so we went and I took the written test and a road teat passing both. Mom had me fill out the paperwork with all my correct information except the spelling of my first name and my sex. So I checked off the box for female. She said that if they caught it we would say that we not only misspelled Eddie with Edie but that we checked the wrong box by mistake as well! They never caught either intentional mistake and I had my license and better still a photo ID! 

My mom's sister visited with her daughter my last week at home and being in on the plan they told me I was pretty and quite natural looking. My cousin, Anne, insisted on seeing my clothes and shoes so we went up to my room and she liked them, even trying on some as we were almost the same sizes.

"You really do look good you know", She said as she went through my things.

"Thank you, Anne. I really appreciate your saying so!" I truly did.

"Um, what about boys, um I mean do you like boys?" she asked. In truth I never admitted it to myself but I did see boys in a different way sometimes. Most were crude or just slovenly but a few were really good looking and something, mostly in their eyes, made me feel a bit tingly at times. I even had a crush on one of the most recent male pop idols but never told my mom. But I did tell my cousin all of this as if I needed to let it all out.

"Wow! I guess it all makes sense you being more girl now than boy. So you get horny?"

I blushed but nodded giggling that yes I did. And we compared girl fantasies about having lovers and I was most interested in learning many of my thoughts were similar to my cousins.

She asked me how big my breasts and penis were and I trusted her enough to see them. I pulled off my top and undid my training bra and she said I certainly had the makings of nice sized breasts as they were now protruding and pointy around the enlarging areolas. I was so pleased with her saying so that I did not flinch and got on the bed to pull my tight stretch jeans off and after shimmying out of them stood before her in my cotton pink panties.

"Go ahead Edie, let me see" she coaxed with an angelic smile. So I did pulling my panties down to reveal my tiny penis and almost miniscule ball sac.

"Ok, that is small! I don't think you will have any problem keeping those little pebbles from popping out of even the snuggest fitting panties!" How come I couldn't see the outline through your panties before?" she asked.

"I tuck them up -- watch!" and I did so moving my testicles into the cavity and my penis under the testicles so that it formed what appeared to be a vagina.

"That is so incredible! Where did you learn that?" Annie asked incredulously.

"I found it on the internet, apparently it is used by female impersonators and I guess people like me!" I said while pulling up my panties and returning to lie back on the bed to force my legs and rear into my jeans again. 

"You know what Edie, I think you and me need to go out before you leave for grandma's -- let me show you how to be with boys and all!"

I was so excited but wasn't sure my mom would be ok with that. What I didn't know was that my mom had set the whole thing up with my aunt and cousin. Mom wanted to make sure I was fully prepared for living my life as Edie since I was old enough now to make my own decisions and would be on my own at grandma's house.

So that very weekend, my last at home, my cousin would come over Saturday night and help me get ready to go on a double date with her boyfriend and a friend of his, who would pick us up to go to a club. I was nervous but my mom calmed me down and we went shopping for a nice outfit to wear. I had no idea what to get but my mom must have compared notes with my cousin, who was a year older than me, and practically chose everything for me. 

She chose a very short black stretch diamonelle sequined mini dress that barely covered my rear, sheer black opaque pantyhose, a beautiful silver haircomb that would keep my long brunette hair almost in a beehive fashion, some silver bangles for my wrists and a special gift of a silver anklet that I had my eye on! For my underlayment she chose a lacy black Wonderbra that would enhance my small breasts without the inserts, a black short camisole and a matching black thong panty which would be perfect for my already tiny PP which now due to the hormones and anti-androgen was nothing more than a large external clitoris. I would have to tuck my small testicles up but that was something I had mastered, as mentioned earlier. Finally a pair of open toed 5 inch black and sequined pumps rounded out my outfit. 

My mom was even more excited than me and gave me non-stop advice regarding men and how to deport myself. She even gave me her beautiful diamond stud earrings to wear and a matching diamond anniversary ring. She said it was probably more than a girl my age would accessorize herself with but it was so beautiful and it meant so much to her that I wanted to wear it. The last thing she gave me was her small but stylish black handbag to keep essential makeup and tissues in. She told me to add an extra pair of pantyhose just in case I had a run in the pair I was wearing during that night. I hugged her and we bonded even more than ever!

Saturday night I had readied myself before my cousin arrived and the outfit was perfect. I looked hot even if I say so myself. I wanted my makeup to be special so I added some foundation and enhanced my now femininely plucked and curved eyebrows with pencil. In addition to mascara I added jet black liquid eyeliner to my eyelids and under my eyes and I used a two tone eye shadow on my upper eyelids -- radiant off white as the base and a dark charcoal at the edges so that my eyes were smoky yet alluring. I copied this from a magazine of course! I added some highlighter over my cheekbones and added just a hint of blush below that so my naturally high cheekline was enhanced even more. My lip were initially coated with a darker earthtone not quite ebon then a layer of gloss frosting made them shine fuller so all in all my dark hair, eyes, and lips were fully compatible and complimentary to my black minidress.

Mom had insisted we get our nails done together and we did at the local salon. I chose my nails to be a partly glossy pearl color to offer contrast to my black dress and shoes.She suggested a pedicure as well and who was I to argue. It was heavenly being my first time and having let my nails grow out Mom still suggested I get wraps and so I did. When done I had truly long nails. My hair was really past my shoulders so mom supervised a slight trimming and layering so that it was still long enough to touch my shoulders.

It was an amazing experience and the salon ladies were super to me. Mom quickly showed me how to cope with long nails in grasping items and everyday tasks. I was a quick study. 

So having put on my ensemble, applying my makeup and fixing my hair in the up fashion that I wanted I stepped up into my new 5 inch open toed black sequined pumps."Hello down there" I said aloud to an empty bedroom but I was so pleased by the look and feel. Having practiced the day before going forward and backward in the heels, as mom advised in the event I danced, remembering to let him lead and to let him place his left hand first -- I was now ready to show mom how I looked.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom and she looked up from her sitting position on the bed and started crying immediately. I knew she would but I almost lost it too but did not dare ruin my perfect makeup! She got up composing herself and I smiled and laughed as she stood in front of me admiringly.

"Do you know that for the first time ever I am now taller than you are!" I said.

"Only just barely you brat!" she said laughing and hugging me. And it was true. Even in my 5 inch heels I was only about an inch taller than mom who was in her stocking feet. I liked that, being small I mean. She had me turn around and reminded me that her idea of eating sensible and losing pounds where they did the least good really paid off and she was right. My waistline was wasp thin naturally and that let my hips really show, no love handles or belly fat to block the view. My rear end had filled out somewhat and the form fitting dress only added to the illusion more as it just barely went past my upper thighs. I had small breasts, for now, but they were all mine and the bra was doing it's job of pushing them up!

My cousin arrived and we quickly went back to my room to get her ready. She was a natural redhead with really fair skin and cobalt blue eyes. A real beauty! She wore a tight red silk body suit with see through sleeves for her arms and a black string laced bodice that tapered at the waist and really enhanced her large breasts and wonderfully rounded fanny. She was a knockout! Red open toed 6 inch platforms with no hose rounded out her look. She quickly let me do her makeup and hair and I made her happy indeed.

"Edie you should become a beautician! I have never looked so good!"

"Sure, sure you have Anne and you know it!" We laughed and spritzed ourselves with some perfumes she brought over. I still like Borgese better but I was happy with what she brought.

"Listen Hon, we have to talk" she said to me. "You look so hot and I really mean that but that also means you look really fuckable -- know what I mean?" I did but I didn't. So she continued, "If you, we, dress this way most guys take it as an invitation to do more than look -- you know, hands roam etc. My boyfriend Al and I have crossed that bridge so it's no problem but you on the other hand are a complete virgin and a special virgin at that -- know what I mean?"

I nodded yes, but she knew I was not getting it at all. "Ok, Edie, you are gorgeous and look better than most women I know but you have that thing between your legs still, understand?" And then I got it as a panicked worried look came over my face.

"Ok, now you understand Edie so here is what you should do. Your date Mike is a nice guy and Al's friend. They both were on the wrestling team in high school so I trust him for you. But he is still a man and you, well you aren't quite a woman but you will fool hell out of him until and unless he gets into your pants -- follow?" 

"Yes I follow but what do I do?"

"Wow, you really are a virgin! Ok, um, I think no matter what tonight you are going to be sexually attracted to Mike simply because it is your first time. So a girl has options here. She can try to fend a man off politely and with experience can do so easily. You don't have experience, right? So then a girl's next option is to offer an alternate way to make a man happy that will not let him get into your panties so to speak -- follow?"

"Um, not quite Anne" 

"Ok, in plain speak you can give him head -- blow him so that he feels less inclined to put his cock in something other than your mouth. Does that seem clearer to you Edie?"

"Oooh! I get it Anne, but I've never done that you know, I mean given head. How will I know what to do?"

"Sigh! Sweetie, if things go the way I think they will you'll figure it out -- you have seen pictures, porn?"

"Mom doesn't allow that kind of internet access but I just have to blow on it right?'

"Oh cousin you have got to be kidding! It's not a birthday candle it's a penis! Don't blow on it, suck it!"

"Alright Anne I think I get it now. Please don't be angry with me!"

With that Anne gave me a hug and said she wasn't angry and that I should just enjoy myself. One last thing she did was take something out of her purse and hand it to me.

"Here Edie, put these in you handbag. These are condoms. If for some reason you decide to let Mike have anal sex with you, give him one of these to put over his cock. You do know about STD's right? Good! Also do not remove your thong, just let him enter you with the rear portion of the thong lifted away from your opening and keep that little pecker and balls hidden in a tuck, understand?"

I said I did and she hugged me again and said we should go downstairs to await our dates. So we went down to the living room and my mom and aunt were there oohing and ahhing at their "daughters". Mom produced her camera and photos were taken of Anne and I, Anne alone, me alone, Anne, me and my mom etc.

The doorbell rang and my father answered it. I had not seen him and still thought him to be at work. Two very handsome young men walked in. Al was dark haired and very athletic looking he smiled and said hello to everyone. Mike was a bit taller than Al, over 6 feet, and also athletic looking but very muscular. Both were dressed in open shirts and slacks with jackets, Al preferring black and Mike lighter brown tones. I was so nervous and Anne introduced me to both Al and Mike. They both shook my hand lightly and I easily responded limp wristed because it was my natural way.

My mom offered them refreshment but Anne said we should get going and goodbyes were said, my mom kissing my cheek as well as my aunt wishing me luck in a whisper. 

My dad opened the door for us and said, "Not too late now boys -- get these girls home at a reasonable hour!" both Al and Mike responding with "yes sirs" . My heart jumped with joy hearing my dad call me a girl and to add to it he gave me a kiss on my forehead as I passed in front of him. Still taller than me by many inches even with my 5 inch heels I stood on tip toe and kissed his cheek, whispering into his ear, "Thank you Daddy, I love you!".

I floated down the walkway to the waiting car and hardly realized Mike had opened my door for me, but I reflexively said thank you. Mike and I sat in the back while Anne was up front with her Al. Mike started some small talk and I responded where I thought I should. He seemed really nice was extremely handsome and had delicious eyes -- blue and kind looking. I had quite the adrenaline rush going.

Anne explained we were going to a club a few towns over and that I would like it. I said that was great and we continued chatting and finding things out about each other as car rides will promote.

The club was hopping and we had a little wait to get in. The bouncers were checking ID's and I had remembered to bring my new license that showed my photo, long brunette hair, smiling feminine face, Edie my name, female my sex and 18 my age. We finally got into the club and Al found us a space in a booth and Mike asked Anne and me what we would like to drink. Anne said she would have a Tequila Sunrise and I looked at her quizzically and she rolled her eyes and said I would have one too. Mike left for the bar, Al went to the restroom and Annie leaned over to me and speaking loudly over the music's roar, "Haven't you ever had a drink before?" I said no. She rolled her eyes again and said, "Well just nurse this drink all night if you can -- ok?" I nodded yes and we made chit-chat about how nice Al and Mike looked. She asked me if I liked Mike and I said yes.

Mike returned with the drinks shortly after Al came back from the restroom. We chatted, yelled actually, back and forth and I took a few sips of my drink and it did not seem bad at all. I was getting caught up in the music, a sort of hip hop beat and I was body swaying with the rhythm and Mike leaned over and asked me if I wanted to dance. And I really did, so I said yes. He led me through the crowded dance floor until we found a spot to fit in and off we went. I often danced in my room to songs on the radio and I loved just letting myself go with the beat. Mike was very good. He was enjoying watching me move and that made me so happy. We stayed on the floor for what seemed like hours for a number of long continuous beat songs. At last I was a bit tired and I smiled and Mike knew what it meant. We made our way back through the crowd with little me following big Mike's wake. I really had to pee so I grabbed my handbag and Annie came with me to the ladies room. 

There was a line to get in, of course, and another to use the stalls so Annie and I chatted and she asked if I was having a good time and I said yes, yes, yes! When my turn came for a stall I entered and knew full well to sit but not make contact with the seat because mom had told me how it is for ladies in public restrooms. I did my business and retucked everything after using a wet wipe from my handbag and a quick spritz of perfume lightly on my thighs. I emerged from the stall and Anne motioned me over to share a sink where I could wash my hands and touch up my makeup. I only had to put a little powder on my nose and forehead. My lipstick was waterproof and holding quite well. 

We returned to the booth and apparently Al had replenished our drinks so now I had two. I was rather thirsty after dancing so long so I finished my first drink quickly. Annie didn't seem to mind so I started on the second drink as well. I was feeling great to begin with but after the first drink I had a fuzzy warm feeling about me and everything seemed so much better! I became fascinated by everything Mike said and I could not take my eyes off his eyes. How wonderful he looked! I sipped my second drink and each joke or story Mike made was funnier or more interesting by the minute.

Mike asked me to dance again and I led him through the crowd as he laughed uncontrollably. The sight of a mouse leading a lion! We danced more hip hop, then reggae started and I was totally native, swinging and swaying never having felt so alive. Al came by and gave us both a refill on our drinks and I finished mine in short order while dancing, Mike taking my empty glass and putting it on a nearby table.

We were a machine, he leaning in as I lifted my rear out in a musical gyration that can best be likened to a fertility dance. I was as they say feeling no pain. Then the DJ put on a slow song, the first of the night and probably planned for the later hours when susceptible females wander the dance floor stalked by male carnivores!

Mike placed his arm around my waist and I couldn't quite reach his neck so I just naturally put my arms through his and had my hands facing upwards on his back. He led so beautifully and I could feel him as he danced. His strong arms and chest, that broad muscular back. My head rested on his upper arm as we danced and I let him take me wherever it would lead. At one point I felt him breathe through my hair after he had taken some of my scent in. That was a big turn on for me. I looked up into his eyes and he just leaned down and kissed me on the lips -- sweetly, easily. I thought I might die right then and there!

As we danced a continuing medley of slow dances I found myself caressing Mike's back and he was moving his hand lower on my back so that he was just barely above my ass. But I didn't mind and he sensed it placing both hands firmly on my ass. I hugged him tighter and then I felt a warm and growing bulge across my tummy. I was new but not totally naïve and I was a little tipsy but not quite drunk yet.

I had Mike excited enough so that his penis was starting to react as we danced. I felt powerful and excited the way I believe women can feel in regards to men. He was reacting to me, Edie! I wanted him to know I was glad he felt so toward me so I rubbed up against him in time to the music and he actually moaned a little. I was feeling wonderful myself but everything was still in place in my panties. And the alcohol might actually be helping with me remaining flaccid. I was never quite able to maintain erections and I seem to get pleasure from my fantasies -- sort of a mental orgasm. But tonight I was on fire!




Edie's Journey Ch. 02



Mike leaned down and asked if I wanted to go outside and I said ok. He held my hand and we used a side exit that led to a place in the rear of the parking lot that had a small wooded area behind it. We entered the woods and going only a short way into the clearing we found a bench and more importantly we were alone. We sat on the bench and Mike immediately began to kiss me and I returned his kisses with more passion than I ever knew I had. He used his tongue in my mouth and I found this electrifying and did as he did putting my tongue inside his mouth as well. His hands were on my hips and I positioned myself so I was sitting sideways on his lap as we kissed and his hands roamed freely all over me. My breasts were on fire especially the nipples and he pulled my top down and managed to get my right breast free of the bra and he worked his tongue on my nipple so that I thought I would faint with the sensation. Meanwhile I was kissing his neck and moving my hands around his legs and then I found his manhood straining through his pants. I felt it through the material and marveled at how firm and large it seemed. He liked that because he let go with one of his hands and led my fingers to his fly zipper and I did, as Anne predicted, figure out the rest. 

I opened his zipper and then undid his belt buckle all the while kissing him again and again. He was massaging my breasts now having freed the other side of the bra and I was not sure how I managed to concentrate enough to finished undoing his trousers. He helped me by pulling his trousers under my fanny letting them and his underpants flop around his ankles. I stopped kissing him and saw in the dim light still emanating from the parking lot his penis, no I will use Anne's word -- his cock! It was so big compared to my own! I was enthralled and scared as heck but I was also sexually aroused to the point where my little pp was trying to stir but I kept it firmly encased between my legs. 

Instinct took over and I got to my knees in front of Mike and I took his cock in my hand and felt it's warmth and it's growing stiffness as I smelled it's musky odor which triggered something in my brain and made me want to put it in my mouth and I did. It hardly fit at first and I must have gotten some teeth into it because Mike squirmed and said," Easy girl". I mumbled sorry and straining my jaws I took the top most part into my mouth as far as I could. Now what to do? Anne said not to actually blow but to suck. So I did and my tongue must have been where it was supposed to be because Mike moaned a little and felt less tense. I carefully moved my tongue up and down and realized my head would have to move in that direction to make it happen so I started bobbing up and down slowly so my teeth would not hit it again. Mike liked this and started to move with me so I kept the rhythm and also found that if I relaxed my jaw muscles I could take more of him into my mouth so I did that too. Mike had my hair and was starting to push my head down more and more. I found our pace increasing and more and more of Mike's cock was in my mouth and now actually was entering my throat. At first I felt like I would gag but I told myself to relax and that I never knew if any girl died of suffocation in this fashion.

I found the rhythm again and I allowed Mike to push my head down further and further until I was doing it on my own and he stopped pushing. I was enjoying not only hearing Mike's sounds of pleasure but I found the taste of his cock to be enticing and it made me hornier than ever. I sucked and sucked and Mike moaned and moaned and I was feeling a little wet in my panties and a sense of pleasure in my being for making this man happy.

I'm not sure how long we did this but it had to be many, many minutes. I was starting to feel Mike's cock hit the back of my throat when he suddenly tensed up and I was not prepared for the explosion but it happened all the same. He let out a primal growl and thrust his cock upward so it went past all of my tongue and now was truly lodged in my throat. I didn't even have time to panic as load after load of his semen, or cum as Anne would have it, cascaded into my mouth and down my throat. I yelped a little squeal but I found myself closing my lips around his shaft creating a good seal and then swallowing all that I could. It tasted hot, salty and almost electric! I liked it very much! 

Mike heaved a few last times and eventually rested back on the bench. My mouth was still affixed to his cock and a few drops had spilled out the sides of my mouth but mostly I swallowed it. I lifted my mouth releasing his cock and he looked down and panting smiled saying, "Edie, that was great! Could you clean me up a bit?" I did not have my handbag so I looked at him confused and he said "Lick it clean won't you?" I understood and removed all the remaining cum from his penis and even licked some off his balls as well. 

He pulled up his trousers and I stood up and fixed my clothes a bit. He stood and smiled handing me his handkerchief. "You better wipe your mouth off" he said. I thanked him and used his handkerchief, wiping the remaining cum and a little of my lipstick off even though it was supposed to be waterproof.

I gave him his handkerchief back and he said it would be a souvenir of sorts. I blushed not quite sure what he meant. He said if I wanted we could go back to his house afterward and continue but I remembered what Anne had said about using female skills to politely say no thank you and I said maybe another time because I was expected home and he seemed to accept that easily enough. 

We returned back inside using the same exit and made our way through the still crowded dance floor to our booth. Anne and Al were out on the dance floor I thought so I excused myself to the ladies room and after waiting on line again entered a stall and squatted peeing and seeing I had a slight discharge myself but only a fraction of what Mike was capable of. I used tissue to blot my panties. Wet wiped myself and retucked and then opened the stall door to see Anne on line for a stall. She mouthed wait for me, so I went to the next available sink, washed my hands, redid my lipstick which needed it and primped my hair. Anne came out of the stall and joined me.

"So how was it?" she asked.

"You could tell?" I said sheepishly.

"Edie honey, it's written all over your face. You are actually glowing girl!"

"Yes, I feel really good. I mean I only gave him head like you said but I think he was satisfied!"

"Oh he's satisfied alright. He and Al were clapping each other's backs when I left them to come here but I saw!"

"Oh is that what men do?"

"Of course! They boast of their conquests all the time. But what did you learn tonight if anything cousin?'

"Um, that men are shallow?"

"Sure, that's true but what you really should have learned is that as a woman you have special powers over men and you should use those powers wisely! You might not be able to get pregnant but you can still get hurt so be wise who and when you distribute your favors to!"

"I think I do understand now. Mike seems nice but he was really after one thing wasn't he and I gave it to him, at least partially because I wanted to but that doesn't make it special yet!"

"Exactly Edie! He is just a guy you had some fun with and you controlled how much fun. When Mr. Special comes along, if he ever does, you'll know!"

"Thank you Anne! You are a good cousin and friend!"

We did a hug and returned to the booth. I declined any more alcohol. I danced some more with Mike and Al even asked me to dance, with Anne's blessing. We stayed till almost 1 a.m. and then Al drove back to my house. Anne was staying the night with us so she gave Al his goodnight kiss in the front seat and Mike asked if he could see me again. But I told him I was leaving in a few days and did not know when I would be returning. He accepted that and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and let myself out of the car. 

Anne and I strolled hand in hand up the walk and found my dad sleeping in his chair in the living room. I gently woke him and told him we were going to bed. He said he was glad we had a good time and I kissed his head and Anne wished him a good night and we went upstairs.

As we passed my parents bedroom we saw my mom reading in bed so we went in and sat on the bed with her telling her everything except what I did with Mike but without saying a word I think she knew.

As we were all talking I just had to kick off my pumps as my feet were killing me. Anne and my mom both laughed and my mom reminded me about pretty shoes being the woman's curse. We all laughed and hugged, a glorious night well ended!



Edie's Journey Ch. 03



Part 3 -- Off to Grandma's House

The next morning Anne helped me make a fabulous Sunday breakfast and my parents were pleasantly surprised when they made their way down stairs. Anne and I were still in sleepwear, tees and sweatpants and very warm wool socks. I wore my favorite fleece sweat pants with the word Pink emblazoned across my butt. I think my dad was not quite used to my appearance yet but he said nothing.

After we ate and did the clean up, Anne and I went upstairs and showered, dressed and made ourselves presentable. I borrowed my mom's car and drove Anne home, a 20 minute trip. She insisted I come inside and say goodbye to her mom and dad. I had not yet been seen by my uncle as Edie but I knew he was a nice man so I said ok.

My aunt and uncle were both in their living room and Anne ushered me in as my aunt rose to greet me and give me a hug. My uncle also rose and stayed back a little and I could see that he was taking me in with his eyes. It had to be somewhat of an adjustment to see your nephew, now niece, standing before you dressed in tight black stretch jeans, pink cotton blouse, wearing wedge strap sandals, makeup on, earrings, nails with pink coral polish and styled shoulder length brunette hair.

My uncle smiled and said, "Hi Edie! How've you been?". He said it easily enough but my aunt must have coached him a bit. I told him I was fine and then he came over and shook my hand, getting a whiff of my perfume I'm sure. So I instinctually stood on my tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I think he was surprised but I was pleased that he did not flinch.

We sat and had small talk, primarily about my leaving the next morning for grandma's and how wonderful it was that I could help them. As we were talking I heard the back door open and close and saw my other cousin Christopher coming through the kitchen. I had not expected to see him and before I could even react he saw me and blurted out, "Eddie? I don't fucking believe it man!" I must have blushed crimson and my aunt and uncle both yelled at him to watch his language. My uncle got up and pushed Christopher into the kitchen and I could hear heated words and warnings. My aunt came to me and hugged my shoulders saying it was ok and that Christopher didn't mean anything by it. I said it was fine but Anne was really pissed.

I truly did not blame Christopher at all. I mean it is different to meet your male cousin dressed as I was and looking totally female. After a few minutes both my uncle and Christopher returned from the kitchen and without prompting Christopher said, "Eddie, er, I mean Edie, I'm sorry if I upset you".

I think Christopher was even more shocked when I replied in my new feminine sounding voice that it was ok and that I was not offended. He sat down quietly but I saw he was really scrutinizing me as we all continued with the visit. After another twenty minutes I rose to leave and we all exchanged goodbyes. I even hugged Christopher and he was totally speechless. I promised to keep in touch with Anne via email and phone and I pulled out of the driveway for the ride home.

I had driven about 15 minutes and was only a few miles from home when a car pulled up behind me and started to flash its headlights. I thought maybe it was an unmarked police car and I couldn't figure out what infraction I had committed so I pulled over to the side of the road. I kept watching in my rearview mirror and then I saw my cousin Christopher emerge from the other car and walk over to my front passenger door. I unlocked the door and he opened it leaning inside.

"Is everything alright Christopher?" I said alarmed.

"Yeah, yeah, um, I just wanted to talk!" he said getting in and closing the door.

"Listen, uh, Edie I just really wanted to apologize again. I wasn't ready for this, you know?" By "this" he was referring to my new appearance obviously but I let him continue.

" I mean you are one gorgeous looking babe now and of course I'm in shock but what else could you expect?" he continued as he shifted himself to face me in the front passenger seat. I sat staring straight ahead with my hands passively, or perhaps subconsciously folded in my lap as if protecting myself.

I felt it was important to respond and so I turned to him and said, "Chris its ok! I understand how different this must be for you. I hope you understand that I am doing what I feel to be important to my life -- my existence!" As I said this my voice rose in passion and small tears formed in my eyes.

"Oh sure I understand now, really! You shouldn't get upset with me -- I'd never hurt you Edie!"

By now I was sobbing quietly and Chris reached over and started to hug me. I let him pull me a little closer and I tried to calm myself as he held me, my head resting on his shoulder. I started to settle down and the tears stopped as Christopher said, " You smell so nice! You feel so nice too!" 

With that said his hand slid down my back and started to caress my ass. I began to struggle but he was too strong for me and his other hand was now reaching inside my top fondling my breasts.

"Chris, stop, stop!" I yelled. But he continued and I began kicking my legs but could not move them adequately to try and pull out of his grasp in the small front seat. I opened my mouth to scream again but he forced my head up and began to kiss me, sticking his tongue into my open mouth.

I was struggling and losing ground. He was older than me by five years and as with almost everyone bigger and stronger than I was. I tried to think and I started to scratch at his neck with my long nails but he easily grabbed my free hand and held it tightly.

He stopped ravaging my mouth with his tongue and said in a voice that seemed that of an impassioned madman, "You know what I want bitch! So get to it!"

I knew exactly what he wanted and I think I knew that I was in danger. I said, "My father is going to kill you when he finds out!" which drew a mean laugh from him.

"Your father won't find out because the scandal will destroy your family!" he sneered. I yelled, "Then I'll call the police on you!" totally not thinking about what I was saying. He tightened his grip on my wrist and said, "Same thing but now it's an evening news scandal and I'll just say you came on to me Edie!".

I was totally deflated. I had no more anger or fight in me. He was nasty and I believed him when he said he would lie. Of course! Boy turned girl seduces cousin! That would be page one news! It would kill my mom and dad outright.

I sighed and said in a sad little voice, "Ok". He nodded downward to his pants zipper while still holding one of my wrists. I knew what I had to do so I opened his fly button and unzipped his pants. He lifted his ass high enough for me to pull down his trousers and underwear with my free hand. I saw his cock -- filthy looking thing I thought. Nowhere as nice looking as Mike's had been or even half the size. I decided to get this over with and put his cock into my mouth, Ugh! He hadn't washed today and it smelled and tasted like stale urine. I almost gagged but fought the impulse and began to suck his pathetic manhood. 

He was instantly hard and I worked fast and he came almost immediately which did not surprise me. He did not secrete much cum and I refused myself to swallow any of it. He was heaving and moaning and I was just lifting my head up when a knock at the window startled both of us.

"Everything alright in there folks?" said the voice emanating from the police uniform.

"Edie you say nothing or else, got it?' whispered Christopher harshly. I knew we were in big trouble now as I lowered my window.

"This your vehicle Miss?"

"Um, no Officer, it's my mother's car."

"And is this your boyfriend?"

"Oh, yes, yes it is!"

"And whose car is that behind you Miss?"

"It's mine officer!" said Christopher speaking for the first time.

"Ok! Both of you step out of the vehicle and proceed to the rear, understand?"

We both said yes and Christopher hitched his pants up as he exited and I got out feeling sick and very scared. The police officer separated us and asked me what was happening here. I lied and said it was one of those things when the urge overpowered common sense and I acted very contrite. I was asked for my driver's license and vehicle papers, as Christopher was asked for his as well.

The officer looked at my license and apparently saw nothing suspicious. He took Christopher's license and vehicle papers, returning to his police cruiser and sitting inside. After many minutes he reemerged and came back to where we were standing. The officer handed me my license and then handed Christopher his license along with a traffic summons.

"Miss, you can leave now with a warning that this is a dangerous practice regardless of how amorous either of you become. You, sir will be issued a summons for illegally parking your vehicle on the shoulder of the road thus causing a safety hazard. You have 30 days to respond. Do you understand sir?"

"Yes officer, I do!" a clearly shaken Christopher said quietly.

"Ok, now please get into your vehicles and drive safely away! Have a nice day!" the officer said, winking while tipping his hat to me and returning to his cruiser.

As I was turning to get into my mom's car Christopher hissed, "You better not tell anyone bitch!" and I said " I won't you bastard but I'll never forget this -- ever!" 

I got into the car, fastened my seat belt and drove away. I had a good cry as I was driving and noticed my right wrist was slightly bruised, A few streets from our house I pulled over and fixed my makeup and hair and put some makeup over the bruise until I could get to my room and cover it with a long sleeved top.

I managed to go unnoticed concerning the bruise but my mom knew something was wrong. I lied and said I was sad to be leaving in the morning and she said she understood. We hugged and I said I was too tired to eat dinner and wanted to sleep and I went to my room, cried some more, finished packing for the morning and then curled up in bed holding one of my stuffed animals, eventually drifting off.

I awoke in the morning, not refreshed but more clearheaded. I showered and dressed in sensible traveling clothes : a knee length tan skirt, white long sleeved stretch top that covered my wrist bruise but also let my small breast shape show nicely. Nude pantyhose and black leather 2 inch heeled loafers. Light makeup and hair tied back in a bun rounded out my look. Conservative but classy I thought.

We had breakfast mom, dad and I. Then it was time to leave for the airport, check-in procedures being long and tedious. It would be a short flight and I would have only carry-on luggage, the bulk of my belongings having been sent by freight delivery earlier the previous week. The check- in went smoothly and I had to say goodbye to my parents before I entered the restricted area.

My mom and I hugged and we cried some and she told me how much she loved me and how grateful she was that I was going to help her parents, my grandparents. I really wanted to do this and I truly loved my mom and dad. My dad hugged me too and didn't say anything other than he loved me. It was all I needed to hear and I gave him a tender kiss on his cheek which became wet from my tears.

The plane lifted off without delay and as we soared upward and onward I felt happy, sad, scared and excited. Next stop grandma's!



Edie's Journey Ch. 04



Part 4 -- Life with Grandpa

The plane touched down uneventfully and being a domestic flight there was no customs inspection. I wheeled my luggage tote through the arrivals area seeking a taxi stand which I found in short order. My grandparents lived in the more rural part of the state and had been farmers. They sold off most of their land as their children grew up and left home. They still had a few acres of land, most beautiful with some fields, woods, and a small stream. We always went there for summer vacations and I liked it very much. I had not seen my grandparents since I was 12 years old, six long years ago.

The taxi ride would be an additional 45 minutes but I found it relaxing to see the countryside, much as I remembered it. The ride ended soon enough and as we approached the house I could see how much in disrepair it was. A beautiful Victorian style that now needed painting and its windows cleaned. I tried not to imagine what the inside looked like now. My grandmother had always been meticulous in her cleaning, a trait my mom inherited and one she instilled in me as well. No matter, I would get things in order.

My grandma was out waiting on the porch and she started waving to me as soon as the taxi was in sight, God bless her! I got out of the taxi, paid the driver who carried my luggage to the porch and turned to see my lovely little grandma! She was actually an inch or two shorter than I was! She looked so much like my mother, or should I say my mother looked so much like her! Smiling with such joy in her eyes! I ran up the last steps and hugged her and she was so pleased to see me! 

"My Edie", she said and added, "let's get a good look at you, now turn around! Oh, yes you are the spitting image of your mother at the same age!" 

" Really Gram?" I asked thinking how beautiful my mom looked.

"Yes Dear! I'll show you photos from the family album later -- you'll see! Now let's get this luggage inside and get you settled."

So we carried my luggage in and grandma took me to my room which was a lovely bedroom on the second floor with a connecting bathroom. The house was virtually the same as I remembered it and actually was not in bad shape at all -- very tidy in fact.

After I freshened up I joined grandma in the kitchen which was huge and had the oldest and largest oven I ever remember seeing. Everything in the house was from another age, Victorian mostly with embroidered doilies resting on the arms of wonderfully upholstered settees, couches and wing chairs. The floors had old rugs many of Persian design and the house itself was inlaid with impressive old oak panels, chair railings and a hand carved banister for the large main stairway. There were fireplaces as well in virtually every room.

Grandma made me some lunch and we talked about things, mostly me as grandma was intrigued and in need of understanding who I had become. When I finished my little self declaration grandma held my hand across the kitchen table and said she understood. I really wanted her to know and to support me, which I truly now believed she did.

"Well Edie, from everything I know and remember about you as a little boy I would have to honestly say I am not surprised at all. You were never like your brothers or other boy cousins and that was plain to see. Do you remember me showing you my sewing room when you came to visit, maybe when you were five years old?" she asked.

I actually did remember that room. It was fascinating to me and I remembered grandma showing me about dress making patterns and sewing.

"Yes Gram I do! You even taught me some sewing techniques during other visits over the years!"

"Exactly Edie! None of the other boys would be caught dead learning or even asking about dress making, but you were keen on it! I hoped it might be a phase you would come out of and become more manly but it didn't happen and you wanted to be with the ladies, your mom, aunts and me whenever we had family dinners or holidays here. Do you remember that too?"

Of course I did. I felt totally out of place with the boys and their rough play and sports. I found helping in the kitchen and setting a lovely dining room table much more to my liking.

"You know, I'm probably the reason that you look and dress like you do -- beautiful as you may be. It was me who suggested to your mother when you were 5 years old that perhaps dressing you as a girl would snap you out of what my generation called "being a sissy" but it had the opposite effect -- I'm sorry, so sorry!"

She started to cry as soon as she said that and looked so miserable. My heart was touched and I felt anguish that she would think so. I went around the table to her side and pushed my hip up against her in her seat and sharing her seat I consoled her and told her it was not true at all.

I said quite simply that I was always going to be me as I am now whether or not she, grandma, advised my mom to let me wear girl clothes or not. It just made it an easier and loving realization, so actually it was me who owed her, grandma, thanks for helping me so.

I wasn't sure if she accepted my explanation at that time but I saw soon enough that she came to believe its truth. So we were able to patch things up as it were and as we talked about how I could be of help around the house I suddenly realized that I had not yet seen grandpa!

"Oh, he's out in his woodworking shop -- spends most of the day there. Has a couch he sleeps on when he isn't making some wooden thing or another" grandma said.

I asked how he was doing health wise and she told me he was strong as an ox but getting forgetful, having good days and bad. Both my grandparents were in their early seventies and had led robust farm lives. My grandfather was a large man as I remembered him, over six feet tall and at least 230 pounds in his prime. He scared the daylights out of me when I was there as a youngster just by entering the room.

"You'll see him at supper. He never misses a meal!" grandma said laughing.

I helped with the lunch dishes and grandma said she was going to lay down for awhile so I went up to my room and unpacked my things, including everything we had shipped beforehand. There was a large walk-in closet so I had plenty of space for my various outfits and shoes. A large ornate oak dresser held all of my panties, hosiery, socks, lingerie, sleepwear etc. and there was even a small bookcase with some old novels and classics. I had everything I needed.

I changed out of my tan skirt and white top and removed my pantyhose, panties and bra deciding to take a bath having discovered there was a lovely porcelain claw foot tub in my bathroom. I found plenty of towels in the bathroom and had my own shampoo and bath oils so I ran the tub, adding the bath oils and slipped into the delicious warm water. I soaked for a very long time, luxuriating and relaxing, shaved my legs although they hardly needed it. It seems the hormones had slowed or stopped any excessive hair growth including facial hair. My breasts were now a legitimate 32 B cup and my rear end was plumper and rounder by far. After finishing shaving my legs I toweled myself dry and wrapped a large towel around me, cinching it as my mother had taught above my breasts me and also wrapped a towel around my still wet hair.

The bathroom was steamy from the hot bath water and I used the moisture in the air to apply skin moisturizer to my face , legs and arms. My face had a rosy glow from the warm bath and the steam I noticed as I admired myself in the mirror. I decided to redo my nail polish and opened the door back into my room and there came face to face with my grandpa. He was definitely older looking but still a mountain of a man.

"Hi Grampa, it's me Edi", but I never got to finish saying Edie because he blurted out in a loud confused voice, "Josephine? Is that you?"

I was startled and confused. Josephine? Josephine? Who was Josephine? Then I remembered that was my grandma's name!

"No, no Gramps I'm not Josephine, I'm Edie -- didn't grandma tell you about me?"

He was very confused looking and I was very alarmed. I finally remembered I was covered by only a towel and I had no idea what to do other than retreat into the bathroom when suddenly the door to my room opened and grandma stormed in.

"What are you doing David? You shouldn't be in this room!" grandma exclaimed seeing me in my state of undress. "Now you march on out of here -- go ahead!" And he did while looking back and forth between my grandma and me as if making comparisons.

"I'm sorry about that Edie! I should have reminded you to lock your door. He gets confused easily!"

"But Gram he thought I was you? How could that be?"

"Well, I'm not really sure but maybe later after we look through our old family albums it might make sense to us, ok?"

"Sure Gram! I'll be right down to help with supper after I get dressed!" And she smiled at me and left my room. I went right over and quietly locked the door. I had to laugh to myself at the thought of such a giant of a man scurrying out of the room looking over his shoulders at grandma and me, each so much smaller than he.

I finished my nails and used my hair dryer styling my hair so it naturally fell to my shoulder but had a little bounce to it. I decided to dress casual with black slacks that were now too snug across my rear due to the hormones, basic cotton panties and a black cotton bra, no hosiery, a very comfortable long sleeved maroon stretch top and basic black flats. I had my fine silver necklace and little silver earrings on, applied only a hint of mascara as my lashes had grown much longer, put on some lip gloss and added just a hint of perfume to round things off. 

I went down to the kitchen and helped grandma with the food preparations and setting the dining room table chatting back and forth mostly about grandpa and how nice grandma thought I looked. I was always pleased to be complimented, vanity definitely being one of my failings.

The food was on the table and grandpa came in from his workshop right on time. He seemed more lucid and he gave me a hug welcoming me. I was engulfed in his massive frame but very happy we were going to be ok. My grandma sort of prompted my grandpa during dinner conversation, saying how he must remember me from when I was little and visited. She kept referring to me as Edie and "she" or "her" using phrases like "little girl" and so on. My grandpa nodded and then having listened said, "So you're Patsy's daughter then!" I said yes and grandpa smiled saying that now he remembered me, always in the kitchen and the sewing room. I blushed and said yes to that too.

"As I recall you looked like a tom-boy, not really a pretty little girl at all, but look at you now!" grandpa said between forkfuls. My grandma gave me a slight nod and I told grandpa he was probably right.

"You know you look very much like your mother, Patsy, when she was -- how old are you now Edie?"

"Eighteen gramps" I replied.

"Yes, almost exactly as I recall -- very pretty!" he said smiling.

I was truly blushing now but so very pleased. I adored my mom and I thought she was most beautiful.

"You know Edie, Patsy of all our daughters looked like her mother the most as well!" grandpa continued.

"Oh hush David! You're flustering the poor girl!" grandma said trying to divert the conversation by adding that I would be staying to help with housework and to keep them company. But what grandpa said must have been true because I did see a lot of grandma's features in my mom. Mom had brunette hair, as I did, and grandma had been a brunette in her day having aged gracefully with now grey hair but a beautiful woman still. The facial features were unmistakable. The eyes and noses were almost exact, my nose was very similar but my eyes were slightly larger and my lips just a tad fuller naturally, some of my dad's genes I guessed. But the resemblance of all three, grandma, mom and me were very close indeed. 

After dinner I did the clean up and grandpa went to snooze on the parlor couch. Grandma went up to her sewing room and invited me to join her after I finished cleaning up. I finished soon enough and went to join her. As I entered her sewing room she was sitting at her sewing table and made room on the bench patting it so I would join her. I nestled in cozy nest to her and I noticed she had photo albums spread across the table.

"Let's see if we can figure out why grandpa confused you for me! Here take a look at these albums Edie." So I opened the first album and found photos of my mom and her sisters and brothers when they were children and young adults. I was enthralled to see my mom as a little girl then in her early teens but one photo of her really caught my attention and that was her high school prom photo standing next to my dad -- they had been childhood sweethearts. I could not believe what I was seeing! If I did not know better I would swear that somehow it was me in the old black and white photo and not my mom.

I turned to my grandmother and she had a wide grin on her face and she said, "See!" I did but I was flabbergasted! My grandma handed me another album and as I opened it I saw it was her wedding album. Lovely studio photos in sepia tones of grandma and grandpa in their wedding attire! I asked my grandma what year they had married and she told me 1954, just after my grandpa returned from the Korean War. But my grandma directed my attention to the next page in the album which had a close up formal shot of my grandma alone wearing a lovely old style wedding gown, veil draped back over her shoulders and a floral bouquet in her hands. But again it suddenly jumped out at me -- it could have been me in that gown!

My grandma cackled with delight at my reaction. She jumped a bit as she explained that she was 19 years old when they wed, just a year older than I was now, and that until my mom had sent her recent photos of me she had not, could not have seen the striking similarity between myself , herself and my mother all at approximately the same age!

I was overwhelmed to say the least and so excited! I must have blushed a bright red because grandma started to fan me with her hand then just hugged me laughing away! I was just like them -- mom and grandma! I could not have been happier! I regained my composure somewhat and said to grandma that seeing all this must surely mean that I was meant to be a girl and that she was justified in having steered me indirectly when I was younger.

"Indirectly? Oh yes, indirectly! I see what you mean!" grandma said in response but her mirth tapered off somewhat as she said it and she looked at me with purpose in her eyes.. It was an awkward silence for just a moment but then grandma recovered and asked me if I would like to see both her wedding dress and my mom's prom dress. I said of course I would! She had stored them away carefully for years and they still looked almost new. Many wedding gowns will yellow with age if not stored properly but not my grandma's! It was a beautiful white silk gown with precious hand stitched embroideries that grandma and her mother added to the gown. I had forgotten that grandma had been a seamstress before she met grandpa. 

I asked her if grandpa wooed her off her feet and she said yes, he was quite the romantic fellow. Then she took my hand and confided he still was! I said, "You mean he still gets romantic?" meaning at his age and grandma said, "He wants it every night! I can't keep up with him!"

"Grandma!" I said gasping. But she shook her head and said it was true. Age had not lessened his sex drive at all. "He's always been true to me, I know! And that's because I keep him happy but I'm not really able to do it anymore -- I'm tired, but you wouldn't understand that at your age anyway Edie!"

I was amazed and in truth I could not empathize simply because I was not exactly sexually experienced discounting Mike and that bastard Christopher. I did not know men at all.

Grandma asked since I brought up the subject what I intended to do -- stay as I was or get what she called "one of those sex operations". I answered that I honestly hadn't given that any thought since it was less than 4 months earlier that I was just Eddie. I explained my hormone regimen and how my mom had arranged for replenishments to be shipped here regularly. She asked if I had "all the male stuff" pointing to my lap and I said yes but that they were not large and the hormones had lessened even that. 

"Let me see Edie" she said matter of fact like. I said, "No! Why would you want to see Gram?"

"Listen young lady! I wiped your butt and changed your diapers before you even knew who I was so don't act so uppity with me!" I thought about that and figured why not, everyone else seems to have gotten a peek. Making sure the door to the sewing room was closed I unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down to my thighs, then slid my panty down as well.

"I don't see them? Is that a vagina?" grandma said perplexed as she pointed to the vee between my legs. I nimbly shifted my legs open wider and pushed down on the cavity below my tummy so that the little testicles freed themselves and my little penis popped forward from between my legs.

"Now that's a neat trick!" my grandma said laughing out loud.

So I explained all about tucking in order to insure smooth panty lines and grandma nodded her understanding. She inched closer to inspect me but never touched me and after looking at my testicles primarily she said I could pull up my panty and slacks. I did so and returned to sit on the bench next to her.

"Thank you for trusting me Edie. I was curious and now I see how you manage such a womanly appearance in that part of your body. They are indeed quite small, underdeveloped I should think. This has helped me to understand and agree that you probably should have been born a female. Would you ever consider removing your male parts or will you continue to live having to conceal them?"

I was not prepared for this at all and I shrugged truthfully not knowing what to say. Grandma smiled and said she understood then returned to her wedding gown and said to me, "Would you like to try this on sometime?" without hesitation I said yes I would! Grandma said good and that I might as well try on my mom's prom gown too. She said that later during the week we would do so. I was thrilled not only about that but also to move past the very weird topic of future anatomical changes for me.

The rest of that night went quietly and grandma and grandpa retired to bed before 10 p.m. and I decided to go to my room and read before bedtime. I lay in bed dressed in a very comfy flannel night gown reading one of the romance novels I found in the bookcase. I was getting sleepy and beginning to nod off when I heard a continued creaking sound coming from somewhere down the hall. It had to be my grandparent's bedroom because only the sewing room was between our respective rooms. I suddenly identified the sound -- creaking bed springs!

The creaking was continuous and slow at first then built in intensity and I put my hand to my mouth realizing it was the sound of love being made on a bed! Grandma had not lied! Grandpa was having his way with her! I thought that was just so cute! After all these years he still found her desirable and so he should! I lay there listening and listening and listening but after many, many minutes the creaking bed springs had not abated. If anything they had intensified! Now I was marveling at grandpa's stamina and grandma must have been something when she was younger too!

I listened and more and more I started to get excited and warm, horny in other words. I usually never played with my penis when this way because I found it less than satisfying and I never seemed to ejaculate much if at all. What I did find satisfying and stimulating was inserting fingers into my anus and stroking myself in that way. But weeks before I left to come to my grandparent's house, my mom called me into her bedroom one afternoon while my dad was at work and she presented me with a vibrator and two different sized dildos. She explained to me that as she had earlier stated I would have changes in me not just physically but emotionally as well due to the hormones. She said sometimes a woman needs to satisfy herself in a way a man can't always do or at a time when a man isn't present to do so. This is what the "toys" as she called them were for. She also said since I did not have a vagina in the true sense of the word I could make use of these in my anus, as real women do sometimes as well.




Edie's Journey Ch. 04



I was interested of course but hesitant as well. Mom explained that the vibrator would "get my juices flowing", could be used on my breasts as well and the small dildo would be a starter toy and that I could graduate to the larger dildo in time when I was able to take it inside me.

I wasted little time in experimenting at night in my room at home and was mom ever right! It was a matter of days and I was already inserting the larger dildo easily and loving it!

So as I lay in bed listening to my grandpa go and go with my grandma I just had to satisfy myself so I went to my lingerie drawer and removed my "toys" from under all their concealment and returned to bed removing my nightgown and panty. I used the vibrator first on my nipples then on various personal sensitive spots on my breast, listening to the bedsprings creaking down the hall and brought myself to place the vibrator in my anus. As it hummed and vibrated away I squirmed and moaned softly using my free hand to tweak my nipples, a real turn on for me and in short order I was ready for my large dildo and quickly lubed its head with my supply of KY Jelly and inserted inside me slowly at first then simply followed the rhythm grandpa was presenting to grandma, keeping time with their bedsprings.

Of course the best part of masturbation is the fantasizing and I was indeed doing so but in a perverse way. I fantasized since I looked so much like my grandma did when she was my age that it was me in that bedroom down the hall not grandma!

I finally got to the point that I had an orgasm and had to stifle my screams by turning my head into the pillows, finishing myself off as my hand plunged the dildo as deep as it could go and holding it there as if I was being flooded with semen as my lover climaxed.

I lay there dildo still buried in me, panting and sweating while making sighing noises. It was then I realized the bedsprings were not creaking anymore and I was not sure if they had stopped before I cried out in my passion. I listened but heard no noise and hoped I had not been heard.

I calmed myself and quietly got up, went into the bathroom and cleaned my "toys" and myself. I returned everything to the lingerie drawer, put my panty and nightgown back on and crept into bed. I lay there thinking how silly I was and fell into a deep happy sleep.

The next many days passed without fanfare. I cleaned and did laundry and helped grandma in the kitchen. She did as promised and let me try on both her wedding gown and my mom's prom dress. They actually were a close fit. My breasts were smaller than either my mom's or grandma's had been when they were fitted for the dresses but my fanny was slightly larger than theirs had been and that really tickled my grandma. She said I looked lovely in both and I thought so too. Grandma said she would be able to compensate for my larger fanny by taking the breast areas of the dresses in a bit thus allowing the material to sag back just enough to make my fanny fit a little easier. I protested but she insisted it would please both she and my mom if the dresses had someone to wear them again. I accepted but in the case of grandma's wedding dress I could not possibly see me having a use for it. But it was nice to wear it all the same!

The days passed into weeks and the weeks into months. We celebrated my 19th birthday and before I knew it almost a year had passed. I had returned home once during the Christmas holidays and we had such a wonderful time. I saw Anne again and even my brothers who could not believe how I looked and sounded, nor could their wives, but mom had explained and apparently begged them not to be abusive as they had always been through childhood. It was wonderful to be home and I filled out even more as the hormones had added to my breast size, now a whopping 36 C cup and my hips finally caught up to my fanny so I was very symmetrical indeed. I stayed with the sparse diet and I had a waist size that I could see my sisters drooling over. I felt bad about leaving my grandparents for Christmas but I planned to be back with them for New Years.

Two days after Christmas I said goodbye to mom and dad and returned to my grandparents. They were glad to see me return and we even had a second Christmas exchanging gifts. I brought them nice matching sweaters and they gave me two new dresses that grandma made herself, both exquisite silk dresses. One was a rear zip navy blue cocktail dress with matching opaque half sleeve , the hemline ending just above the knees. The dress was form fitting and really showed off my larger boobs and fanny. It was meant to be worn with classic leather pumps and grandma had purchased a pair in my size, black in color with 3 inch heels. So classy! The second dress was a lovely red A line style with rear princess seams that came with a matching red bolero style jacket with black piping edging the lapels and sleeve ends. It was knee length and a work of art by grandma! She also gave me a pair of red silk sling back 3 inch heels with it. I was overwhelmed and felt that my gift to them was paltry in comparison but they insisted they loved the sweaters.

For New Year's Eve my grandparents had been invited to their neighbor's house in the next township. They asked me to come but I said it was their party but they insisted and I said yes. My grandmother wanted me to wear the blue cocktail dress she made me and I said of course.

Grandpa drove and I sat in the back seat wondering if he was capable of driving in his forgetful state but he did fine. It was a lovely house and many older couples were there. The hosts were so nice and actually everyone was pleasant. I was the youngest person attending and I was introduced as the granddaughter from downstate. The ladies corralled me we stayed in the parlor as the men went to the den drinking and talking man talk.

I was told how lovely I looked by the women and I returned compliments as my mom had taught me. I always sat ladylike with either my legs together or crossed tightly so nothing showed from under my skirt. I was enjoying the girl talk and listening to the gossip even though I did not know any of the names mentioned. I saw my grandma looking at me approvingly and I smiled at her. I was very content.

Eventually the time drew near and the clock was striking midnight and the couples were hugging and kissing as were my grandparents and I was standing there just wishing anyone looking in my direction Happy New Year. I saw my grandma push my grandpa in my direction and my grandpa towering over me leaned down saying "Happy New year Honey" and he kissed me on the lips more intensely than a grandpa should then patted my ass and returned to my grandma who was smiling and waving to me.

I was so shocked that I just feebly waved my right hand back at my grandma and kept a frozen smile on my lips which grandpa had just passionately kissed and I could still feel the sensation of his huge hand on my fanny.

We stayed for coffee and cake, more ladies chatter, more man bluster and more of me just sitting and listening without hearing lost deep in my thoughts concerning the strange turn of events. We left shortly before 2 a.m. thanking our hosts and me hearing again how lovely I was. It hardly registered. On the ride back home grandma turned to me from the front seat and asked how I liked the evening and wasn't it fun -- ending with a devilish grin on her face!

The next day, New Year's Day, grandma informed me she would be leaving in two days time for her annual ladies club trip to the casino further west in the state. She would be gone 3 days and that she had everything prepared for any of grandpa's needs if only I would see to them. It was news to me but since I had not been there this time last year I could not have known. It did not occur to me to ask what grandpa's needs might be other than food and clean laundry so I didn't pursue it.

The night before she was to leave on her trip, grandma took me to her bedroom and had me sit on the bed while she removed some items from her cedar lined hope chest. She showed me some lovely silk slips, night gowns and what she called her wedding trousseau. I saw it was a set of embroidered champagne colored panties, a matching brassiere that was part corset, an open legged silk boned girdle that had hosiery garter straps on the sides and front, and a pair of pure silk stockings with flowers embroidered on the back seems. They were, she explained what she had worn on her wedding night and perfectly preserved in linen paper in the cedar lined hope chest that grandpa had made for her. They were beautiful!

"Would you like to try them on Edie?"

"Oh Gram, how could I? They are your wedding night intimates -- it wouldn't be right!"

"Of course it would be fine with me! I haven't had these on since I first used them that wedding night, but it would please me greatly to see you in them. Besides I could no longer do them justice but you certainly can with your lovely figure!"

I was overwhelmed and I had tears in my eyes. I hugged her and said I would love to try them on. She suggested we make believe it was my actual wedding day and do my hair and makeup and also put on her wedding gown and veil, that it would be great fun. I said I thought so too, every little girl's fantasy being a bride!

We went back to my room and I took a bath and reset my hair in a bridal fashion so it was up off my shoulders and crowning the top of my head. Then I applied my makeup with grandma advising and the look was simple yet radiant, bright tones and rosy cheeks, eyes bright in contrast to my long lashes curled and jet black. My grandma insisted I use one of her lipsticks, a deep red like they wore fifty years ago and she also gave me some of her perfume to put on, flowery and again an older scent but very pleasant. Then we returned to her bedroom and I stripped and put on her wedding intimates. The panty was a little snug but I still fit and had myself tucked up nicely. The brassiere corset was amazing to wear. My breasts had grown more than enough to fit like grandma's had back then and the corset attachment cinched my waist and pushed my breasts upward giving me ample cleavage. Next the open leg girdle was a pull up item but once I was able to get the top past my now large fanny it felt amazingly sexy as it also pushed my ass up and rounded out my hips. The silk stockings felt so sensual against my skin and grandma showed me how to roll them up so they would not get a run in the precious silk material. 

I was enjoying myself and admiring myself in the full length mirror stand. Next came the silk slip which we pulled down gingerly over my hair and makeup. It fit so well and hid all lines that would have shown from the undergarments. Lastly grandma took out her wedding shoes which looked so delicate, white embroidered silk pumps with 2 inch semi block heels as was the fashion then. 

"I don't think they will fit Gram", I said sadly but she knew otherwise and I slipped my silk covered foot into them as if they had been made for me. How lovely they were! Grandma had me turn so she could see if the seams to my stockings were straight behind my legs and they were.

"It's time for the wedding gown now Edie!" and grandma held it while I stepped into it and she pulled it up over my fanny and breasts affixing the shoulder puffs so they were straight. Then she went behind me and started to button the numerous buttons beginning at the small of my back and continuing all the way up to my neck line fastening the see through lace neck that fit form tight. It was so sensually snug feeling the dress tighten all the way up. The wedding gown did not have a train, sometimes the fashion then, but the veil was an intricate weave that fitted to my head by placing a woven tiara of silk into the rear portion of my hair so the veil could be pulled over frontwards or hang from the back behind the dress. It was exquisite! Then grandma gave me her pearl wedding earrings to wear. How exquisite they looked!

We were done! My grandma stayed behind me looking at me looking at myself in the mirror and she was smiling her eyes glistening! I was ecstatic at how grand I looked, beautiful I looked pride be gone! Grandma produced a camera and insisted on taking many pictures of me with the veil down then up and then holding her bridal bouquet as if I was having my actual wedding portraits done.

It was actually quite a lot of fun and grandma stopped and said that something was missing. I couldn't figure out what that could be but grandma insisted and then she had me pull the veil over my face again, which I did and I could see her in the low light of the room through the veil open the door to the hallway and then my grandfather stepped in wearing what appeared to be a vintage man's wedding suit, claw hammer tails and all. 

I thought it was a joke and said, "Gram? What's happening?" 

"Now it's complete Edie! Every bride needs a groom so stand here next to grandpa and let me take your picture in this better light!"

I thought better of refusing since we had been having such a nice time so I went over and stood next to grandpa who dwarfed me and grandma told us how to stand which I realized was exactly how their wedding portrait was staged. "Smile my dears" she said and took some photos having us adjust from looking directly into the camera after the first shot to looking into each other's eyes as we turned toward each other. Finally she finished seeming quite satisfied.

"Edie, I forgot to mention that I will be leaving tonight rather than tomorrow morning. Also I now pronounce you man and wife, enjoy your honeymoon!" and with that grandma left the room, taking the camera, closing the door and then locking it from the outside. 

I looked at grandpa and said, "What's going on grandpa?" as he lifted my veil and then kissed me on the lips saying how beautiful I was. My hands still held the floral bouquet and I was completely off guard but then noticed that the bed had been remade with silk sheets and flowers adorned the night tables. I was trying to comprehend all this and the shock of being kissed when two things happened: I heard a car start up and drive off and grandpa picked me up bride fashion and carried me over to the bed.

"Oh my dear wife Josephine, at last we can be together! How I have longed for this day through all our courting and engagement. I missed you so when I was overseas!"

"Overseas? Grampa no, no I'm Edie! You're confused. This isn't your wedding day, you're home -- it's years later, it's..." but that's all I could blurt out as he held me in his strong arms as if I were a doll and began kissing me. "Mmm, nmm, grmmmp, mmm" was all I could muster as he smothered me with his lips, placing me on the bed and laying over me as he kissed. I struggled and he said, "Hush, Josephine, I know it's your first time -- you saved yourself for me on our wedding night. I'll be gentle darling!"

I squirmed in his arms and he began to kiss my neck and move his huge hands across my waist the up to my breasts. Even through the brassiere and the dress I could feel his powerful hands and they had found the mark. His kisses on my neck were driving me in a direction I did not want to go and then it happened -- I started to kiss him back. I lost total control and my mind in this crazy moment of passion. Part of me knew he was delusional but part of me was primed now for whatever happened next, actually wanting it to happen.

As soon as I started to return his kisses deeply, grandpa expertly lifted me off the bed and started to unbutton the wedding dress simply standing me up and reaching his long arms around me as we continued to kiss wildly. I started to help in my frenzy by pulling the veil and tiara headdress off and as the dress loosened I shook my shoulders free of the dress. It fell to the floor around my ankles and grandpa picked me up as we still kissed wildly and he placed me on my back in the bed as again laying over me but not crushing me as we both began to explore each other's bodies.

Grandpa still had his wedding suit on and I had on the slip, brassiere and girdle, stockings and shoes. I said, "Grampa,why don't we get those clothes off you" in gasping tones between kisses and he said, "Call me David, Josephine" and then got off me and sat by the side of the bed removing his clothes. I did not even think of getting up and running to the door, instead I actually said, "Yes, David!" and started to pull my slip up over my head and then removed my pumps and threw them to the floor. By the time I had done that grampa had stripped naked and was back in the bed.

I could not restrain myself and we started kissing and groping each other madly. I had never been this horny in my young life. He was still in pretty good shape for a 72 year old man. His massive shoulders and strong arms engulfed me adding to my already heightened sexual frenzy. In time I started moaning that I wanted him saying "Gramp, er David I need you now "and other such hot love phrases. He immediately pulled my silk panty down but it would only go as far as the end of the garter straps holding my stockings. But it was far enough down apparently for him and he did not see my testicles or little penis yet because they were still tucked, not that it mattered to me in the condition I was in!

In the dim light of the room I could see well enough to more than notice the immense penis on my grandfather. As he moved to get behind me by placing me on my side he crossed over me and I saw his cock for the first time. Having no real experience in cock comparisons other than my own tiny nub I had to think it was at least twice the size of Mike's and I could hardly get Mike's cock into my mouth at first. I should have been really trying to get away after seeing his monster but there was something not right with my thought process and I only wanted him inside me and right then and there.

Grandpa had placed himself directly behind me as we both were lying on our sides, my ass spooned into his groin. He whispered sweetly to me that he would be gentle to "his virgin bride" and then I could feel his gigantic cock rub up against my closed ass cheeks and he pulled my upper thigh slightly towards the ceiling and I just lifted it even higher so that I was scissor fashion. As I did so my tiny penis swung forward away from him and my testes still remained up in the cavity because I was leaning forward just enough to lock them in place without planning to do so.

The head of his cock was seeking an opening, and a vagina it would not find of course, but my anus was right there in front of him and he must have thought it was my "vagina". His bulbous head found its mark and began to ease itself forward. I was insane with the need to be loved thus and I never even thought about lubrication until he pushed forward enough with his cock to have the tip make entry into my anus. "Oh, oh", I pleaded in a whine, to which he responded , "it's going to be fine darling" and he continued in a slow but forward direction. 

My anus had definitely been widened by my large dildo but even that was many times smaller than grandpa 's cock apparently. Forward he went and the more I hissed and made noises of pain but I wanted him to continue and I started to push my ass back toward him. He noticed right away and added strength to his push and I could feel his cock moving into me, past its head and further and further up its shaft. The pain was intense but in a way I had never experienced and it was getting more and more tolerable until suddenly I could feel him as far as my rectal canal would allow his monstrous cock and he knew by the feel of tissue hitting his cock head.

Then grandpa began in earnest slow in and out at first but always steady. I couldn't believe the feel of being stuffed by his cock as it filled me and he began his mastery over me. I held my leg up with my knee bent at an angle, his momentum pushing me back and forth, always slow, always steady, staying in me but beginning to pull back so that the head of his cock strayed near the entrance to my anus but never slipped out. I must have felt so tight to him and I also felt some moisture seeping from my anus but it only helped lubricate me. He placed his right hand under my upraised thigh to keep my leg lifted and his left hand was under me skillfully tweaking my left breast which only added to my intensifying pleasure.




Edie's Journey Ch. 04



I began to realize that the bed springs were creaking just as I had heard all those nights when it was grandma lying here and the combination of the creaking sound and the thought of me being able to pleasure this man further increased my erogenous being. At that moment I wanted nothing other than his cock!

I lost track of time and I had waves of pleasure washing through me and I know I was shrieking and moaning but I did not care. I hoped he would never stop and when he simply stayed inside me and lifted me up so that I was now sitting on top and facing him, I simply lost all control and fell forward onto his mighty chest and rode for all I was worth.

He kept pushing his hips upward and thus his cock into me as I leaned forward moaning and then I had to kiss him and we kissed as he continued up and in me without pause. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed and I put my tongue into his mouth and at first he did not respond but then he must have found it pleasing because he reciprocated and we continued, he tirelessly thrusting and me gyrating and wailing aloud. I had many orgasms that I can remember and I was totally spent and still grandpa went on and on.

Finally I sensed a change in his motion and I felt him hesitate then plunge forward as far as I could take him in me as suddenly hot liquid filled me and I felt it splash out the sides of my anus wherever a gap existed as grandpa sent some final thrusts up into me. He grunted loudly and I collapsed forward my head on his chest, my hands resting near his shoulders. He was breathing heavily now and each intake of breath had me rising on his chest as each exhalation had me lowering as if I was a small child.

I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to find myself cradled in his arms, both of us covered in the silk sheets. He took me once more before the morning light but it was a blur in my memory other than the intense pleasure I felt again and the deep sleep that followed.

I awoke to the sound of window drapes being pulled open and bright sunlight flooding the room. I raised myself from my sleeping position and tried to focus my vision eventually seeing the outline of someone approaching the bed. It was grandma. Grandma? 

"Gram what did you do to me?" I blurted out. She looked at me in a manner I can only describe as amused. "Good morning Edie! Did you enjoy your night?" she asked smiling. What was she talking about, I wondered?

"Grandmother, you planned the whole thing but why?" I accused as I sat up in the bed, the sheet falling and exposing my mostly state of undress. Grandma was not in the least flustered. "Of course I planned it you silly child! Remember I told you it was I who "suggested" that your mother encourage you to dress in girl's clothing. I knew from the time that you were a little boy that you could never be a man -- didn't have it in you! I convinced your mother of this and in time she agreed it was so. A you grew older it was undeniable how much you looked like me and your mother so we just cultivated you for the needs of the family. And I think you have loved every minute of it -- am I right?" she asked.

I was tongue tied but she was right -- all of it. I had, no did enjoy all of it. I teared up and nodded yes.

"Good! Admitting it makes all of this easier to explain Edie. I'm tired now, really tired. I can't keep up with David anymore. He's really something, isn't he? Well did he make you happy last night or not?" she demanded.

"Oh my, yes but he must know I'm not you!" I stammered.

"He not only thinks you're me but me when we first met -- most of the time anyhow! He has his lucid moments but they are few and far apart. So I decided to let you both "get acquainted" last night and see if it worked out and apparently it did!" she said triumphantly.

"Oh, I see and the trip to the casino was a lie?" I asked accusingly.

"Not a lie, just a deception to make this all happen. You have to admit that these last 18 months are probably the happiest of your life -- am I right Edie? But we have already established that!" grandma pronounced.

"What happens now Gram -- what do you expect of me?" I asked demandingly.

"Edie, I would like you to take my place at night with David, your grandfather. I haven't had a restful night in years. You sleep with him and I will sleep in the spare bedroom. It will help me immensely and you have already experienced him in bed so you know how good he is -- how special he can make you feel" she said sitting on the bed next to me while covering me up with the sheet.

"But this is crazy grandma! I mean I'm his grandchild not his wife! "And what about these!" I said pulling the sheet off exposing my tiny penis and little balls. "Won't he eventually figure out his "Josephine" has changed somewhat?" I cried out.

Grandma took a fit of laughter and then shook her head no, no. She composed herself saying, "I'm sorry for laughing Edie! Your little dobbin is so small it could be mistaken for an extended clitoris and don't worry about your balls -- I can see to them!" I was confused by that last part and was about to ask but grandma just put her finger to my lips and said to rest and come down to breakfast when I was ready.

Grandma left closing the door and I fell back on the bed exhausted and confused. What a strange turn of events -- I would have to call my mom later and talk to her I thought as I drifted back to sleep.

To be continued. 



Edie's Journey Ch. 05



Waking up sometime later and remembering everything Grandma told me I was still exhausted and overwhelmed as I made my way into shower and dress. I opted for basic day wear clothing donning jeans and a light pink sweatshirt over my matching beige panty and bra, wearing no hosiery or socks as I slid into some straw colored canvas espadrilles giving me a little height. I combed my hair, now quite long, and using a barrette made a simple ponytail. I applied some mascara and lip gloss not needing makeup as I had quite a rosy glow to my face, undoubtedly from the night with grandpa. I was a bit sore where grandpa had entered me but it was worth it as I still savored the ecstasy of it all in my mind.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen trying to decide what to do as the situation was something well beyond anything I could have expected. I also realized that in truth my whole life was a bit more than could have been expected and that made me smile. Grandma saw me smile as I entered the kitchen and she came and hugged me not knowing the actual reason for my smile but I suspect she interpreted the smile as my acceptance. I did not shatter her illusion.

"What would you like for breakfast Edie Dear?" she asked sweetly. I was very hungry but I had been so religious about my diet that I opted for some yogurt, fruit and coffee. "We'll put a little of that grain topping you like so much on the yogurt, right Edie?" grandma said as she placed the yogurt already covered with the topping before me. I said thank you and ate as grandma joined me having just coffee.

I asked where grandpa was and my tone must have sounded amusing to her as she smiled almost wickedly and said, "Oh your husband is in his workshop as usual!"  I stopped eating and said in exasperation, "Grandma!"  But she just laughed and told me to relax as if she meant no harm. I was unnerved enough but now I was really becoming uptight. Grandma just continued having her coffee and looking at me in an amused fashion.

After I had finished eating she said she wanted to talk to me about something but first wanted me to come with her to grandpa's workshop. I had never actually been inside in the year or so I had lived there so I was curious and also I wanted to see grandpa, my emotions getting the better of me as I had him constantly on my mind. Could I be less different than any girl who holds a special place in her heart for the man who deflowered her, as grandpa did for me – yes for me as I had never experienced such a sexual thrill but an emotional thrill as well. I could not say it was love but it was definitely a fondness. So much so that I felt my heart race and my face flush as we walked across the front porch to the adjoining workshop. 

I followed grandma inside and saw that it was a very large space with wood working benches and tools, a fireplace, couch and a table and chairs. It had high ceilings, very rustic looking. Grandma watched me turning and looking all around me as she explained it was a converted barn from the days when they raised pigs. At that point I also noticed the workshop extended further and had chain hoists attached to the rafters and two large stainless steel tables, very similar to hospital operating tables. Grandpa emerged from one of the corners wearing a leather apron and upon seeing him I said in a very excited voice, "Hi grandpa – good morning!" whereupon grandma said to me, "Call him David from now on Edie – go ahead!" So I did, "Good morning David!". Grandma was delighted and laughed as grandpa came over and gave me a kiss on the lips lifting me off my feet. I was not expecting that but was not upset by it either. Neither was grandma who clapped her hands and almost did a jig. 

All the while I started to feel light headed and was about to begin a swoon, thinking the emotional rush had affected me thus. I needed to sit but grandma placed her hands on my shoulders and said, "David, pick her up and place her on the cutting table please." Cutting table I wondered as I felt grandpa's strong arms lift me effortlessly and place me on one of the stainless steel tables. I felt utterly weak and yet complacent – odd I thought but I felt so relaxed.

"Edie, remember our conversation this morning regarding your concerns about your little testicles?" grandma asked me as she removed my shoes and began to unfasten the button on my jeans.

"Yes, gram" I said dreamily.  Grandma continued, "Good girl! Well as you know we used to raise pigs and one of the things I did to sweeten the meat on the young male pigs before slaughter was to remove their balls surgically – castrate them. I did it here in the old barn and it's really a simple procedure. I put some tranquillizer into your yogurt this morning and you should be nice and relaxed now. I'll give you some additional anesthesia so you won't feel a thing. I shooed David away so he won't see his beloved "Josephine" with little balls and in a few days you can sleep with him again. Until then I will!"

Of course I should have been struggling to get off the table but somehow it did not seem to matter and I simply smiled and lay there as grandma removed my jeans and panty. All I remember after that is grandma placing some sort of mask that had a strong chemical smell over my mouth and nose as I lost consciousness.

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"Hello Patsy, it's your mom"

"Hi mom, why are you calling? Is everything alright?"

"Yes everything is fine. I just wanted you to know that Edie is ok after her procedure"

"Mom, I honestly don't think that was such a good idea, removing her testicles. Now she can never change her mind - she has to live as a woman!"

"It was the right decision and you know it! Edie would never make it in the world as a male. She has always been a weakling and as such is not fit to be a man in this tough old world. Besides she took to being a girl like a duck to water and that you cannot dispute." 

"Sigh, I know mom but this whole thing is just crazy – understand that I am Edie's mother and I cannot help feeling this way. Her father is very upset with me and you. I cannot tell him about you removing Edie's testicles or he would probably try to kill you and me!"

"So do not tell him! Now there is more to tell you. I have been supplementing Edie's hormones with the same hormones we gave to the livestock and the results are amazing. You should see her hips and breasts! It's a shame she cannot bear children – she has the build for it now!"

"Oh mom, really? What did I let you talk me into? I am not a good mother!"

"Yes, you are a good mother and so am I! We do what we have to in order to survive in this world and as a woman you should not forget that! There is one more thing I need to tell you. Check your email and open the file I sent you."

"Ok, hold on. Yes, I have it – oh my! Is that Edie? She looks just like you at that age and come to think of it she looks a lot like me too!"

"Yes Patsy, so that is what has prompted me to do what I am about to tell you. Grandpa thinks Edie is me when we first met and were married. He is stuck in that time period in his mind and I am unable to fulfill my wifely duties anymore. I am much frailer and he is still a bull of a man with an insatiable sexual appetite. Edie will now be his "Josephine" in the bedroom and perhaps much more. Patsy I'm not in the best of health anymore."

"Oh mom, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't know myself until just after Edie arrived. Somehow seeing her and how closely she resembles both of us formed this plan in my mind. I have to provide for grandpa – I love him so!"

"I'm coming as soon as I can Mom! You take care of yourself and my Edie!"

"Yes, Patsy – you know I will!"

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I awoke lying in my bed and it was dark outside and the light in the room was dim. I was dressed in a lovely white cotton embroidered night gown, my hair brushed and laying aside my head as I was propped up by numerous pillows. I felt thirsty and just a little uncomfortable in my groin area. I was still somewhat groggy and was trying to collect my thoughts as I must have reached under the bed sheet towards my groin. I heard a woman's voice say, " No Edie, you mustn't touch or you will undo the stitches." It was my mom! I raised my arms to her and she leaned in hugging me tenderly careful not to touch my lower body.

"Mom, what happened to me?" 

"Edie I know this is all so very sudden and I want to tell you but I think tomorrow would be better. Grandma will explain everything!" I must have been still under some kind of tranquillizer because I just accepted mom's words and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I was more alert and mom and grandma both helped me into the bathroom and carefully washed around my bandage giving me a sponge bath and fixing me up. I returned to the freshly made bed and grandma brought in some tea and buttered toast on a tray. They coaxed me to eat a little and I did. I looked at both my mom and grandma and my eyes welled up with tears and my mom started crying too.

"Now stop that nonsense both of you!" grandma said as she fought back her own tears. After I had finished I could see my mom was a wreck and I was angry but still without the energy to demonstrate it. I could only shake my head and cry, which I did sobbing loudly for more than a few minutes. They let me cry and when I had run out of tears I asked a not so simple question, "Why didn't you let me decide?"

My mom looked at my grandma sternly and we both awaited my grandma's response. So I learned that my grandma was in failing health and that she figured, correctly, that I would refuse her the right to remove my testicles. But that she felt it was for my benefit. And then she outlined what exactly she had done. Usually with the male pigs the testicles were removed and the wound cauterized but that would leave a lumpy scar. Instead she surgically removed my balls and keeping most of the ball sac, stitched a labial skin around my minute penis which would in time heal to look like a vagina, hanging just enough below the penis to allow access to my anus from the front. She reasoned that the contact with a man's penis on the underside of my tiny penis would only add to my pleasure.

I was dumbfounded. But then my grandma added the part about her failing health and how she worried about grandpa. I was affected, still being angry with my grandma but not wanting her to be ill either.

I asked to be left alone and they acquiesced. I lay there crying and thinking and crying some more. As is usually the case after intense emotional upset, sleep arrived and I did not fight it. I awoke a few hours later and felt refreshed enough to think more clearly. I did enjoy being female and I never did have any use for my little balls anyway. I did enjoy making love to grandpa and in spite of her rash decision I still loved grandma. I did not blame my mom in any of this simply because I loved her so very much. So I came to terms with my situation. I was still young, very young, and I could be helpful to both grandma and grandpa without fearing my youth would be lost to me. It was indeed all so very unique but then apparently so was I.

When my mom and grandma came back later on I told them I was ok with everything and my grandmother broke down and sobbed as my mom held her.  I tried to lighten everyone's mood by saying I had never felt the need to cry so much in my entire life. My grandma smiled through her tears and told me that now with my testicles gone the production of testosterone would be virtually gone and I would be very emotional, much more so than I had previously. My mom explained mood swings and they both laughed when I said at least I wouldn't have to worry about having a period.

The next day I was ready to get up and grandma removed my bandages and observed the stitches were doing very nicely although I could only see swollen skin. I was able to pee without pain and the stitches were removed near the end of that week. I looked in the mirror after grandma removed the stitches and although it felt weird not having the little ball sac between my legs anymore I was very pleased with my new "vagina" which was still a bit swollen. Grandma said I was not to see grandpa until the next week and she still had the strength to please him for the next few nights.

My mom stayed a few days and we talked now as mother and daughter more than ever before. She was worried that this was all a mistake but I assured her it was not – for the time being and I think she understood my reasoning.

I healed quickly and with grandma's approval I returned to grandpa's ( David's) bed each night. The first time he took me after my surgery it felt so strange yet wonderful. He started with foreplay, kissing and then sucking on my larger than ever breasts. Then he mounted me missionary style which was a first for me. It felt so wonderful to have his huge body encompassing my tiny frame as I opened my legs wide and he guided his lovely large penis into my "vagina" and because of its size easily reaching beyond to my wanting anus. Grandma was so right about the contact on the underside of my tiny penis with grandpa's monstrous member. I never felt such a sensation ever!

Grandpa just kept on going and I never stopped squealing with delight as he thrust into me ceaselessly and I rocked my hips with his movement. I must have had at least three or four orgasms and he still wasn't finished. Eventually I sensed his tensing and raised my hips higher so he could deliver his load of semen deep into me. And he did, stream after stream of hot cum. I actually wrapped my legs as far as I could around his large frame and held him there inside me until my spastic sensations of orgasm ended.

What a sensation during all of this to have his balls slapping against my ass as he plowed me well and truly. We fell asleep in each other's arms as he whispered his love to me, Josephine, and I to him, David. 

And this was our custom night after night, week after week and month after month. I had never felt so fulfilled. I introduced something grandma had apparently not tried on grandpa, namely sucking his cock. At first he was resistant but I coaxed him along and soon enough like all men he expected it. 

The first time he allowed me was after our usual love making then sleep. When he awoke before dawn and expected another round of traditional sex I just pushed him back onto the pillows and started to lick his balls and shaft. He said, "Josephine you don't have to do that – you're a proper lady!" But I just told him to hush and knelt between his long legs and began licking. He lay there quietly at first but when my tongue found the tip of his cock he responded nicely starting to harden. I immediately put my lips over the head of his penis and took all I could of him into my moth, careful of my teeth, and found that if I relaxed I could take more of him slowly. I actually was enjoying finding out how much I could take of him and I managed to have him reach the back of my mouth and then being daring I allowed his cock to enter past that point actually breeching my throat. It was so unlike having his monstrous cock stuff my "vagina" where I felt ecstasy at the filling of my cavity. No, this was me having to fight my natural gag reflex which I did.

He sensed the change and pushed slightly making me a bit startled but gladdening me as I knew he was starting to enjoy it. And enjoy it we both did! He had the ability to hold back from ejaculating as I had experienced from all the times we made love. This was no different. I sucked and sucked and he got into it. In time I was about to stop reluctantly because my jaw was hurting from being open so wide for so long but then all of a sudden he gasped and sent a massive load into my mouth and throat, most of which caught me by surprise but still I managed to swallow plenty.  Although some slid down the sides of his cock and out of the corners of my mouth I was drowning in his cum. I gulped and moved my mouth higher up his shaft so I could swallow more easily. It was so delicious! I remember the other two times I had tasted mens semen. Michaels was nice but my cousins, the bastard, was poisonous tasting to me. Grandpas was sweet, warmly tantalizing on my tongue. Even the smell of it was so manly and marvelous! I would later ponder if women favored the cum of men they were in love with, prejudicing the taste by some emotional attachment.

It was such that now I was acting as the woman of the house as far as grandpa was concerned. But that was fine with grandma who actually looked rested and less frail since she could sleep through the night soundly. I asked her if she missed grandpas affection. And she explained being menopausal had it good points too! We laughed at that but grandma said no, she did not miss it at all. I on the other hand could not get enough sex and neither could grandpa. We started taking afternoon "naps" and every so often grandpa would call me into his workshop and I would give him head which he really liked now.

Another year passed, I returned home for visits and everyone marveled at the new me. Truly feminine in all appearances with wide hips, round ass, ample breasts and that glow only young women in love seem to radiate. While visiting home my cousin Anne came to visit and we were up in my old room. She was engaged to be married. She was 23 and I would turn 21 in just a few weeks. I congratulated her and she asked me all about my life being remarkably impressed with my appearance and demeanor. I could not tell her about grandpa and she asked if I was seeing anyone. I only said it was a local boy near my grandparents farm. That pleased her and she had to ask if he knew about me being a boy and so I showed her grandmas handiwork. She was most impressed! This made me feel very good! What made me feel even better was the fact that she told me her brother who forced himself on me in my car had been arrested for drugs and was serving 2 years in prison. I tried not to show my glee but I secretly hoped he was gang raped daily for as long as he would be imprisoned.

We celebrated my 21st birthday at grandma and grandpas. Mom, Dad , my bothers and their wives all came and it was so very nice. My sisters were so eager to girl chat with me and it was non-stop all the time they were there. My brothers were nice to me and I think it was honestly on their own volition. My dad looked sad and I quietly took him by the hand and we sat on the porch in a swing chair and we talked. He told me he was upset for me but I told him it was what I wanted, or actually needed. He did not know, of course, about grandpa and me or my missing testicles, but seemed relieved when I assured him I was happy. It was the nicest birthday I ever had!

About a month later one night when grandpa and I were in bed having fallen asleep after our first sex, he awoke around dawn as was his custom and I awoke at his prodding. He allowed me to sit on top of him and I lowered myself carefully onto his awaiting shaft. I had my legs bent behind me so that I was facing him and we began, he filling me completely and I moving slowly and calculatingly up and down his cock. He picked up his rhythm and I followed exactly. He intensified and so did my pleasure. He was lifting me up with his thrusting and my old friend orgasm was saying hello to me again. I went forward onto grandpas chest never losing stride and we began to kiss as we made love. Kissing always enhanced everything for me. We were going along and I had my usual orgasms making so much noise I must surely be waking grandma. Finally grandpa tensed and started to cum inside of me. As I felt the immensely pleasurable gusher of semen blasting inside of me, grandpa suddenly looked at me gasped, rolled his eyes back and went still. I mean not breathing still! I screamed! I dismounted his still rigid cock and started to shake him as I screamed, "Grandpa –grandpa! Help, grandma help!"




Edie's Journey Ch. 05



Grandma came into the bedroom startled and saw immediately that grandpa was not responding. She pushed me aside and I fell naked to the side of the bed as she yelled, "David? David!" as she pounded on his chest. But grandpa did not stir. I came to my senses and getting past grandma I started to do CPR as best as I could remember from high school health class. Grandma went to the phone and called 911. I tried and tried but grandpa did not wake up. Grandma stopped me after awhile and held me at arms length and said, "Edie you have to go to your room and clean yourself up. Grandpa is gone and the paramedics must not know you were having sex with him. I will tell them it was me – so go and do what I told you."

I ran to my room and quickly washed and threw on a new nightgown and robe. Wearing slippers I told grandma I would wait by the front door for the ambulance. She nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed having covered grandpa up to his neck with a sheet. I let the paramedics in and led them upstairs. They tried to get a pulse and did some CPR as well but in the end they could do nothing – grandpa was gone.

I sat on the stairs crying and grandma joined me as we held each other. She cried but they were dignified tears whereas my tears were of a terrified nature. She comforted me when it was I who should have comforted her. She explained that older people live their lives knowing death is following closely behind. They had over five decades together and she was pleased he could pass doing the thing he seemed best suited for – making a woman happy! I cried when she said that too!

The funeral was arranged, the family came, and my mom and I were dressing for the church service in my room. I told her how sorry I was about her dad, my grandpa, and she said she knew that I made grandpa happy and grandma too and thanked me for that.

Everyone went to the cemetery after the church service. Grandma had me stand next to her and my mom at the gravesite and it must have pleased grandpa that both his older and younger Josephine's were praying over his gravesite. Later my cousin Anne remarked to me that seeing grandma, my mom and me all standing next to each other was eerie in that we were all in black dresses, black nylons and black veils - the resemblance being uncanny like seeing the same woman old, middle aged and young at the same time.  

As we rode back to the house in the rented limousine my grandma patted me on the hand as we sat close to one another and whispered," I'm a widow at 72 and you at 21 my dear!". I nodded yes, and wept silently. I think now I can say I truly loved that man as perhaps only a wife can – strange as it sounded.

                               To be continued .......