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Just Between Us Girls - Hailey's Destiny pt 2
Hailey’s Destiny
“I’m not really a girl? Mom? Grandma Frannie? Am I… really… a BOY?” Hailey whimpered as tears began to run down her face. Fran’s motherly instinct took over.
“Baby – no, of course you’re really a beautiful girl. Look, think of all the things you love… pretty dresses… shoes… going to the store with Mom and Gram… everything pink… Justin Bieber…” Hailey nodded as Frannie held her, giggling at the last comment.
“Hailey – we knew when you were born, despite the birth defect, that you were 100% a pretty little girl – just like my mommy knew that I was a pretty girl too,” Emmy added, also tearing up. “And thanks to her making me a girl – I was able to give birth to you ten years ago – the greatest day of my life was holding you in my arms as your mother.”
Fran wiped away a tear and continued, “Hailey – I wish I could have held my baby in my arms as she held you as a newborn. But the wonderful technology wasn’t what it was in our day. I had live life as a man, and as father of a boy – your mom. We didn’t know that we were women inside until we visited Tiresias Clinics. Without them, we would never have bonded like we have, we would not have met your grandfather and your dad. We would not have fallen in love with them – and them with us. I cannot think I could ever be happier than as a wife, a mother, and of course, as a grandmother.”
“Wow. So you two could have been my granddad and dad. Now I don’t feel so much like a freak. I had read on the Internet about girls who had my ‘birth defect.’”
Emily took her daughter’s hands and spoke. “Honey – being a girl isn’t above whether you have a penis or a vagina It’s about who you are inside. Now the doctors will do more than ‘cut it off.’ You’ll go on hormonal therapy which will develop your body just as any girl does when she reaches your age. Your butt will become rounder and fuller, your breasts will grow, and you’ll have a woman’s curves like we have.”
“You might have a cute, slinky shape like your Mom,” Frannie cooed while patting Emmy’s butt playfully, “or maybe you’ll have a little more junk in the trunk like your grandmother – and a pair like these!” as she gestured to her décolletage. “Or maybe something in between.”
A now laughing Hailey “bounced” the bottom of Fran’s left breast in her hand. “I wonder how long it would take for me to grow boobies this big. I’d love to walk on South Beach with big breasts, wearing a tiny bikinis and having all the boys whistle and run up and ask me for my digits!”
Emily and Francesca looked at each, mouth agape, at the proclamation of their would-be sex kitten. Was Emily right – was little Hailey growing up way too fast?
“Hailey, let’s talk a little more about the changes in your body, and how boys – and men – might react to your changes.”
A few hours later…
“So THAT’s why you were making excuses about all these years,” Hailey grinned as her elders confessed about their past. “Is this why the society ladies like to…”
“Hailey – pardon my French, but we don’t give a fuck about what other people say about our family,” Fran said. “What your mom and I care about is you, each other, and our husbands. End of story.”
“And to be fair to your dad and granddad,” Emmy added, “they have been wonderful to both of us. They work so hard and travel so much. It’s not an excuse but your Grams and I – we have needs – sexual needs – and that’s, uh…”
“Honestly – sweetie – we have acted like the whores that we have the reputation for being. And – it’s not right – it’s not fair to our husbands – and it’s not the right message we need to send to you as you grow as a young woman. You deserve better role models then we have been.”
“Aww, Grandma, you have always been a great role model – both of you,” Hailey said. “But are you saying that having sex is… too dirty…”
“My dear daughter – sex – with the right man – is the most incredible feeling. We both love the feeling of being the object of a man’s desires – of acting out our own desires – and of cuddling afterward. It’s also a great feeling of power over a someone who physically bigger and stronger than you. You feel like the goddess that you are (giggle). But you have so much to learn, to experience as a teen girl. It’s time your Grandma and I stop acting like sluts and start acting like mothers. We can’t wait for you to experience having a crush, puppy love, a first date, a first kiss…”
Fran bear hugged both her babies, “And we want to experience these special moments alongside you. We have handsome husbands who make us scream in delight. And you’ll one day have a guy who do the same for you, angel!”
Hailey gave both her role models a muffled “I love you!”
Two months later, a post-operative Hailey made her “debut” at the Palm Society Autumn social. Nobody outside the immediate family knew about the change. Frannie and Emily watched their “protégé” work the room, noting her interaction with some boys.
“Oh look at her , she’s got him wrapped around her little finger. Work it girl! Love that hair twirl. Now that, my dear, is SEXY…”
“Hehe – oh she’s in her element. You know how excited she was to see those bumps on her chest. And those legs! (pause) Mom?”
Fran smile, and grabbed her daughter’s hand. “She’s going to be alright, Emmy. Trust me – you turned out just fine; we both did!”
“We sure did,” Emmy confirmed as she caught the eye of her daughter who had just finished chatting with a “hunky” blonde boy. Hailey blew her mom a kiss and Emily mouthed a “love you” to her child.
Then Frannie, subtle as always, nudged Emily. “Look at those two hot as FUCK studs over at table 2,” Frannie whispered.
“Those would be our wonderful husbands, mother dear,” Emily cooed.
“You know,” Frannie continued, “ever since we decided to be somewhat more monogamous, Victor has incredible in bed.”
“I could same the same about my John, Mom.” Then Emily had a epiphany. “You know… maybe once in a while, we could share a pool boy… maybe on my next birthday?”
Fran looked at Emily with a sly smile, and whispered “You’re so bad, Emmy – I worry that you’ll be as bad an influence on my dear granddaughter as I was to you. Next thing you know – Hailey will want her OWN pool boy!”
“MOTHER! SHE’s 10!” Emily hissed through gritted teeth.
Frannie laughed heartily and hugged her beloved daughter. The next decade would prove to be very interesting for Francesca, Emily, Hailey, and the men in their lives!
300TH Post Special: HAILEY'S DESTINY part 1
Hailey’s Destiny
A continuation of “Just Between Us Girls”
ANNIE SEZ: The characters Frannie and Emily were introduced in the orginal posting - and I have now added text to the original as well - check it out if you want to learn how this mom and daughter came to be.
ANNIE SEZ: The characters Frannie and Emily were introduced in the orginal posting - and I have now added text to the original as well - check it out if you want to learn how this mom and daughter came to be.
Ten year old Hailey Lindell believes the world revolves around her – and to an extent, it does. She wants for nothing – Daddy and Gramps are billionaires, and they dote on her, her mom Emily, and Grandma Francesca. Hailey often follows Emmy and Frannie on their constant visits to the salon, the malls, the boutiques, and all of fabulous parties.
Hailey’s developed her own sense of style and glamour from being her elders’ “Mini Me” and in their jet set social scene, the blossoming pre-teen is coming into her own.
However, some snooty people have privately castigated Emmy and Frannie – who they already believe are hedonistic tramps who dress provocatively and are sleeping around on their husbands – as poor role models for the child. At age 59, Fran has no interest in being a dowdy “granny – and she often flaunts her bodacious bosom.
While not as endowed as her mother, Emily has the model perfect body that any 30-something mom would die for. And while it’s true that Emmy and Frannie are often sampling the wares of the pool boys, personal trainers, and the occasional auto mechanic – they are careful to shield little Hailey from the sordid goings-on.
One time, Em had to make up a fib to explain why there were two naked men in Gram’s Jacuzzi, and Fran to console a crying 5-year old that Mommy’s screams were NOT because she hurt herself.
But by age 10, Hailey had a simple concept: I’m a girl just like Mommy and Grams. They love boys and boys love them – so boys love me – and I LOVE attention from boys! And while Hailey’s female ego was now entrenched, her role models were busy preparing to help her reach full feminine potential…
“Uh oh. I’ve seen that before on your face, dear.”
“I don’t know Mom. I mean, we have to do this sometime so Hailey can grow up and be a real
woman. But Mom, are we pushing her too fast – too soon?”
“Look, you know we would have had her ‘birth defect’ resolved right after she was born, and we decided that if we were going to be women for the rest of our lives – why now have our baby not have to live a single moment as a maladjusted boy?”
“Oh I’m not against her having the surgery to remove ‘Miss Happy’. You know how amazing they are at Tiresias Clinics, and they made it possible that I, who was born make, could give birth to my baby. I want Hailey to one day be a mom – and I can be a sexy granny just like you (giggle). But what I am concerned about is the hormone therapy. The doctor said that by the time she is 11, she’ll have developed puffy breasts and her hips will widen. Our little girl is going to have titties, Mom!”
“Well if you want her to be able to be a mommy she’ll need to have that child bearing shape and to be able to nurse her child. It’s all part of going through female puberty, dear.”
“I want her to become a mother someday – but I don’t want her to become a mother at age 12. I know you know what those society bitches say about us behind our backs, calling us gold digging sluts . I just don’t Hailey to have this reputation as our little jail-bait protégé. She’s only a ten year old girl, for God’s sakes!”
“She’s ten going on twenty, Emmy. Did you see that pose where she looked over her shoulder? So sexy! Look, she will be fine – trust me!”
“Mother! Have you listened to a word I’ve said? I wonder if you think it would be a good idea to finally let her in on what exactly it is we do behind closed doors with each other and those naked men.”
“Emily – our Hailey will become a women whether we try and shield her from everything that has to do with sex – or whether we throw open on everything. Look, you and I never had the chance to be a beautiful teenage girl. Hell, you know I was pretty jealous watching you carry her in your belly. I would LOVE to go back in time if I could be Frannie instead of Frank. Oh I would go down
on my best friend from junior high, Greg, in a heartbeat."
"This is all part of her maturation as a fully functional female. She already knows she’s hot stuff. What we need to show her is she should not throw herself at every man and every bulge in their pants. Young men will be coming after her in droves, and needs to learn to be selective. I had to push you to accept your sexual identity because I was coming to grips with my own – and I needed a girlfriend as much you did, more than you needed me as a mom."
"This is different. We do need to show her that she does have a sexuality and how to manage it. Trust me, there will be no predators; you and I will see to that, and besides, Vic and John will not let their princess be hurt!”
“I guess I can understand Mom. I – I just not sure what I’d say when I hear my little girl ask me about the birds and the bees. Do I tell her that her mother and grandmother love having sex , and that she’ll love it too?”
“I think we start telling her the truth – in amounts she can handle. I’m not going to start exposing her to porn, but I would answer truthfully – starting with her “birth defect.” She knows that she shouldn’t have a penis, but not why. I think the three of us will have a long talk, and it will help her – and us – cope with the surgery.”
Las Chicanas part 3
Las Chicanas
What would you do to save your father's life - and your own?
A Story by Annabelle Raven
“Listen to me… MOTHER. That’s right, I said mother, because that’s what you are. My father, Manuel Estefan Garza Cárdenas, died in prison. That is to say his male life died there. Because of the pact we made when you got out of prison and found me, as your son Alex, depressed and suicidal from my birth mother’s death from being a meth addict. I was headed down a bad path, and you had been in one your whole life. I remember telling you that I wanted to be with Mom in heaven, and I hated you for leaving us. But we needed each other to survive,” Alicia said while choking on her own sobs.
Maria softly cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Alicia hushed her, and continued.
“Let me finish. Then I told you, that I was a girl, a girl inside. I hated my dick; I hated the hair that was growing on my chin. Then you told me how horrible it was for you to be raped in prison and how you didn’t want to see me become a drag whore, and I told you in no uncertain terms that I was going to be a REAL WOMAN, and that if you were going to be in my life, that maybe you should think about accepting your girlish eyes, lips, and butt, put on a dress, and take a shot at really being a woman, because I just lost my mommy and I needed a new one. And you know what? YOU DID IT! You have been nothing short of incredible, MOTHER! We did everything together that we never did as father and son. Shopping, makeup, learning to cook, learning to dress, walking in heels. The courage to go to Dr. Valdez and admit our transsexuality. The courage to adapt new identities, go through RLT and taking those hormones. All the while, you have been a great role model for me as a young woman.”
Nearly ready to collapse in emotion, Alicia said to Maria, “Now you have a boyfriend who treats you like a real woman, making love to you. You can’t be scared now, mama! I love you and I’m going to hold you to our deal.” Finally, Alicia succumbed to bawling.
“Now it’s my turn, Alicia Josefina,” Maria gasped as she regained her breath to comfort her child. “You talk about me being your role model as a woman. Well, baby, you’re MY role model. When I was away all that time as your dad, I was a fool not to have gotten to know you. Like so many, I let my male arrogance and prison yard cajones make choices for me. I… I could have gone to Melina (Alejandro’s birth mother) before she got lost in her addiction. I realize now, baby, that I was overcompensating for being a runt, a boy who should have been a girl, by being a bad ass barrio cabron. A real bastard. All of this time, Maria was inside of me, but it was hearing your pain, and your plea to be a woman, that woke me up.”
Now mother took daughter’s crying face in her hands. “If I don’t follow you into dresses and bras and boobies, then I am a dead man. In fact, you’re right – Manny did die when Maria was allowed to live. And you were always Alicia but for fifteen years you had to pretend to be Alejandro.”
Maria caught her breath and continued, “Being your mother has been the biggest joy. I watched your body change as mine did, but I also watched you blossom as a confident young teenage girl. A great student, active in student activities, so many friends, and of course – Antonio. Your boyfriend is quite the catch, mi corazón. I hate to say it but when I saw you two one day kissing and him holding you, I think I was a little jealous of you. Because even though I just went through a girl’s puberty like you did, I never dated or made out with a hunky boy in school.”
Alicia chortled some giggles and said in her soft voice, “We’ll I’m being a good girl and keeping my virtue until I’m ready. Mama… I’ve decided that I want to make love to Tony the night of the prom, right after my 18th birthday. I love him so much, and he is devoted to me.”
“Yes he is, and I can see the love in both your eyes, honey, and… Alicia I wasn’t being completely honest with you. Today I didn’t have to make up the story of being on the rag with Miguel. He knows I’m a pre-op transsexual. He says he loves me because to him I’m a beautiful woman and he wants me to be a complete woman, but today… today we got together, and we were both so horny… Alicia today made me his loving woman, his mamacita.”
Maria paused and cried again, and her daughter cried along with her, as they hugged and stroked each other’s hair. Maria then added, “Baby, he’s going to pay for my operation once Dr. Valdez signs off on me, and since I handle all of his finances, I know he has enough money to pay for yours too, I’ll tell him that you just need some minor surgery instead of telling him his step-daughter needs SRS too.”
“Mama – no, you and I will go to Dr. Mike – I guess I better start getting used to calling him Daddy – and we’ll tell him the whole story. You’re right, mom, honesty is the best policy, so… I think I’m going to tell Tony too. He deserves to know.”
“I love you, Alicia, thank you for everything you have given me. We’re a couple of beautiful Chicanas in love and we’re going to have it all!” Once again, mom and daughter hugged.
EPILOGUE:
January: Alicia and Maria Garza, having told the whole story to Miguel Estrada , had their SRS together. Tony Torres came to the hospital to be with his girlfriend.
February: Miguel proposed marriage to Maria on Valentine’s Day, the first night they had true intercourse. They’ll be married in August. Alicia will be her maid of honor.
June: A momentous month for Alicia and Tony. They graduated at the top of their high school class. Ali won a college scholarship, Tony was drafted by the Angels, and the couple celebrated their love after the Senior Prom with a passionate night they’d never forget.
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