The New Cherie: A Dr. Zaaijer Story Chapter 16-20 (Patreon)

Chapter 16

After leaving Dr. Zaaijer's office, Christi walked towards home.  But she knew it wasn't her real home.  She had a real home somewhere out there, where she was the man of the house.  She had a wife who she loved and child she adored.  She knew all these things, but she couldn't remember their names.  She couldn't remember her own real name or even what she really should look like.  But that didn't mean that it didn't exist.

Instead of heading straight home, to meet some people she shouldn't know, she decided to get some ice cream as suggested.  She knew it would make her feel better.  She had the money in her purse.  She had slung the purse over her shoulder when she left the doctor's office without thinking about it.  It was perfectly natural to her.

She looked down and saw the dress she was wearing.  She saw the tops of her breasts peaking out over her bodice.  She knew she was wearing a bra.  Even though the bra couldn't be seen.  It was hidden under the dress, but it did it's job displaying the tops of her breast out for show.  Not that they would sag too much if she didn't wear one, she was still only sixteen years old.

The dress like this was so tight in the legs that it should restrict her walk, but her stride was short enough to accommodate them.  She could see her nylon clad legs under the skirt part of her dress.  She wore nude pantyhose, even though she knew black or near black would be a better compliment with the dress she chose.  She hated wearing pantyhose.  She didn't usually wear them, but she thought it was best to wear them to meet the doctor.  She wanted something from him, but that was a lie.  That was also the supposed reason she wore a heel that was slightly higher than was needed to walk comfortably in.  She knew when she entered the doctor's office, she was a man, not this silly girl.

As she watched her walk, she realized like everything else, it was part of her persona.  She had practiced walking years ago until she got it right.  It was all part of the package, she knew her butt swung from side to side with each stride.  Her arms were kept close to her body with her arms at right angles and her hands hanging loosely from her wrists, all swinging subtly with her stride.  She didn't always walk this way.  Not when she was a little girl, but she had practiced it so much it was totally natural now.

Everything was so well coordinated that even her panties matched her bra.  This was important even though no one was going to see her panties today.  She knew, even though she couldn't feel it, that she was wearing a panty liner.  Her period wasn't for another few days, but you have to be careful just in case she spotted prematurely.  The thought of having a period disgusted her, even though she could remember having one for over five years and she certainly knew what to expect.  It was one of many things she knew now, that she didn't know before.  Or at least she thought she shouldn't remember.

She decided to think about the life she now has.  She marveled at the detail of her 'new' memories.  She could remember her entire life.  She could remember when she was a little girl.  She remembered the toys she used to play with.  She remembered her juvenile birthday parties with all her friends.  She didn't want to invite any boys, but her mother insisted.  She remembered vacations with her family.  She knew all of these memories were fake, they didn't belong to her. Maybe they were someone else's but it couldn't be hers, she was a man.

She remembered being told she was pretty, how it used to make her feel good.  But then as she grew up she learned to use her looks to her advantage.  How to use smiles, pouts and tears to get what she wanted.  She remembered how going through puberty changed her from being cute to being gorgeous.  How her breasts swelled and her hips became curvy and how to use makeup to accentuate her pouts and smiles she had learned earlier to have more of an effect especially on men.

She remembered the men in her life.  There were many.  She played most of them for a fool.  She got from them what she wanted and when she was done with them she would toss them aside.  There were a few that she did care for.  Not many but there were a few.  The men thought they were in control, but they weren't.  She would use 'sex' to get what she wanted.  When she was younger, it was just a kiss and a hug.  As she got older it was more serious, but there were almost always strings to her affection.  Even with those she did care for.  She knew how far she would go before each date.  Sometimes denying herself for her own reasons.  She knew she got as horny as men did, but she needed to maintain control.

While she was walking, she got a text on her phone.  She fished it out of her purse instinctively to see who it was.  It was Petra, one of her friends on the cheer squad.  “Whatcha up to?” was the message.  Christi didn't want to answer it.  Petra was one of her supposed friends, but she bad mouthed her to her other friends.  There was also an incident that Petra got blamed for.  Christi could have helped her but she didn't.  Christi had a similar relationship with all her friends.

“My god,” she thought, “the doctor is so detailed to put even these things in her mind.”  Christi realized she wasn't a nice person.  She was a person who always wanted control.  Not only with men, but with her girls too.  Even the girls she said were her BFFs.  She did like them, but that didn't mean she didn't stab them in the back when it suited her.  She made sure she would never get caught, but she was vicious.  No one knew how vicious she was.

On the surface, Christi realized, Dr. Zaaijer gave her a great life.  She was pretty.  She was sexy.  She had lots of friends.  She had a 'loving' family.  Her grades were very good.  She was wanted by men and looked up to by her peers.  It seemed wonderful, but she knew it wasn't.  Not really. She is selfish, ruthless and cruel all hidden in a pretty package.

She hated her 'new' life.  She wished she had her old life.  Nothing had changed in reality.  She had always been this way.  But without her ego getting in the way, she could assess her life as it really was.

She finally arrived at the ice cream shop.  She wanted to go in an drown her troubles.  But she couldn't.  She knew if she did she would have to put time in exercising to keep her svelte figure.  It took a lot of work to keep herself so pretty.  She had to watch her diet all the time.  She had to work out above what was necessary for cheerleading.  Then there were all the makeups, lotions and creams that kept her face gorgeous and her skin pretty and soft.  It was hours of work each week to keep herself pretty and she couldn't throw all of it off just because she wanted an ice cream.  She didn't consider this to be her real life anymore, but her own self conditioning prevented her from having what she really wanted; a quart of vanilla fudge.

Everyone thought that Christi had the perfect life, but she knew she didn't.  Not only was her life a lie from the standpoint that she should be a married man with a child.  But even if this was really her life, it was still a lie.

Deciding that she didn't want the ice cream after all.  Christi went home.  She put on her usual smile, knowing that she was so practiced no one would know that she wasn't living just one lie, but a lie within a lie.

As the days passed, Christi fell into her own life.  She did what was expected of her.  She didn't let anyone know how she was really feeling.  She would feign happiness, concern and even love as necessary.  When she went into the locker room with all the young, pretty naked women, she felt nothing.  She knew what she should be feeling, controlled lust as she was a married man, but these were sexy although 'slightly' young women.

She had a boyfriend that she did like and who was certainly sexy.  She wanted to get some, but she was going to hold out.  He would have to get her tickets to a concert she wanted to see.  Only then would she give him what they both wanted.  It was just another game she played with men.  The thought of sex with men was exciting to her, but she knew that it wasn't real so she was deeply conflicted about it.  She was holding out for something she wanted, but she knew she shouldn't want.  Not to mention there was this other guy who was even sexier than her current boyfriend she would like to sleep with.  Maybe she would sleep with him while waiting for her boyfriend to get her the tickets she wanted.  What did it matter anyway.

After a while of living the lie that was her life, she resolved to go to Dr. Zaaijer's office and beg him to return her to normal.  She knew he could resist her usual charms, but she had to try.  She couldn't go on this way.  (Not that she could kill herself either, Dr. Zaaijer prevented that too.  The thought of hurting herself physically could never occur to her.)

Christi woke up, she felt lousy.  She resented that she had to wake up an hour and a half earlier than she had to because she was 'now a girl.'  She knew (or at least she thought she knew) that as a man she could wake up, take a quick shower and shave, dress in a suit and be off after a quick bite.

That wasn't the way it was now that she was a girl.  She had to wake up early and take that same shower but she couldn't rush right through it.  There was all sorts of moisturizers and lotions she had to use.  She couldn't just use a bar of soap, it had to be special.  She even had to use a Summer's Eve product for her privates.  This was all the worse since she was on her period now.  Her first period since that fateful day at Dr. Zaaijer's office when he made her into this.

Showering she could see her naked breasts, she could see her vagina.  She could even rub them, but it didn't feel right without thinking about men.  She should be like a kid in a candy store with access to her sexy naked body, but it didn't feel right unless she thought about boys.  She didn't want to think about boys, she wanted to be herself a man, but she couldn't help herself.  Besides she didn't have time.

After the shower, she threw on a silky bathrobe.  She had to blow dry and style her long hair.  This was going to take twenty minutes even for the simplest pony tail.  Even after the shower and the blow drying of her hair, she would still have to take a special cleanser to keep her face moisturized and free of pimples.

Next she had to select an outfit.  There was so much too it, even wearing simple jeans, everything had to match from her lingerie which no guy would see, to her outer clothing and her accessories.  The clothing had to suit the day, what she had planned and even her mood.  Not to mention that she had to wear a pad because she was having her period.  She didn't want to wear a tampon, she despised putting something into her body.

Only after all this was done then she had to put on makeup.  Like her apparel, the makeup had to be coordinated with what she had on and how she felt.  Sometimes she wanted to reflect how she felt with her apparel and makeup.  Sometimes she wanted to hide how she felt with her apparel and makeup.  Today was a hiding day.  She felt bad.  She hated her life.  Everyone thought she was a great person.  They wished they were here (all the girls anyway) but she knew what rotten person she was.  To make matters worse she couldn't tell anyone.  The best she could do was try and be nice to everyone from now on.  This was increasingly difficult now that she felt irritable and tense because of her period.  But she would put on a pretty smile on her painted lips and carry on.

Today she couldn't wear simple jeans as she wanted.  She had to dress nicely she was going to see the guidance counselor,  Mrs. Atkinson.  She had to convince her to get her an appointment with Dr. Zaaijer.  She had to convince him to return her to her old life.  The one where she is a man with a wife and child.  The life that should be hers.  She would do anything to return to that life.  But she couldn't barge into Dr. Zaaijer's office and demand that.  That wouldn't work, she had to be nice and get a regular appointment.

So when she got dressed, she selected a sleeveless blouse accented by an alluring red, white and black print and a sophisticated pleated neckline.  Under that she wore a classic, black, straight pencil skirt that reached the top of her knees.  It was short enough for being with her friends but not too short as to seem overly sexy.  Finally she wore it with a matching black blazer featuring a chic white contrast trim, clean collarless design and a sleek gold-toned zip front.  It had pockets at the hips ans shoulder pads.  This would give her outfit some sophistication while with Mrs. Atkinson but she didn't have to wear it during the day.

Once she selected her outfit, she knew she had to wear nude pantyhose.  (It had to be nude pantyhose as the rest of the outfit was already black.)  Which had to be put on first.  She hated wearing pantyhose.  They looked great and added some maturity to any outfit, but she just hated wearing them.  She put on the rest of her apparel and then selected punps with a two inch heel.  Now her outfit was complete.  An outfit she could wear with her 'friends' and still be dressed up quickly to see the counselor.

The outfit looked great and made her look even more gorgeous, but she hated every bit of it.  She longed for the days (ones she couldn't remember) when she could just wear a nice man's suit.

She hoped she could get out her feminine close, her girl's body and her entire life and be who she is supposed to be.  But in the meantime she'll be nice to everyone.  She had to be nice to her family, nice to her friends, nice to Mrs. Atkinson and nice to Dr. Zaaijer, even though she didn't feel that way.  It took all her strength to resist her true nature, especially now that she was having her period.

She looked in the mirror and saw herself.  She knew she was gorgeous.  But before she turned away, she realized something was missing, she needed jewelry.  She needed earrings, a necklace and a bracelet.  She found the appropriate items and put them on, only to realize that the necklace didn't go with the rest of the outfit.  She had to fetch another and try other combinations to get everything perfect.  More time wasted in the morning.

As she left her room and headed to start her day, she was happy about one thing, at least her pantyhose (which she still hated) didn't get a run in them.  “Another reason to hate pantyhose,” she thought.

Christi left the house and met up with her friend, Nicole.  Christi secretly hated Nicole but everyone thought they were good friends.  Christi couldn't count the number of times, she back stabbed Nicole although she was never caught.  Nicole might have done the same to Christi but Christi had never caught her on it.

“You look great,” Nicole said emphatically.

“Thanks”

“What's the occasion?”

“I want to meet with Mrs. Atkinson.  I have something to ask her, I want to make a good impression”

“Oh, what is it?”

“Something personal.  It doesn't effect you.”

“Awe come on and tell me.”

“You wouldn't be interested.”

“Fess up.  Does it have to do with a boy?”

“No, why would I ask her about that.  She's like in her forties.  What does she know,” Christi said slipping into her own persona.

“Then what.”

“It's about a class I want to take.”

“So what about it.”

“I don't want to say in case it doesn't go well.”

Nicole wouldn't let up.  It was bothering Christi something awful.  She wanted to tell her to go fuck off.  But she couldn't tell her that.  She wouldn't have told her that even before Dr. Zaaijer.  She would just do something sneaky against her.  Christi wanted to do that now, but she didn't want to be the woman she was.  The woman that she thought Dr. Zaaijer made her.  Besides if all went well she wouldn't have to deal with Nicole or any of the other silly teenagers again.

When another girl joined their party, the conversation shifted to what Christi was wearing (Calvin Klein) from why she was dressed up in the first place.  Everyone agreed though that Christi was dressed very well though, except the words they used were closer to 'you look bitchin' which meant the same thing.

Christi had to wait for her appointment with Mrs. Atkinson.  It was after fifth period.  She was nervous about it.  It didn't help that she was on her period and her friends seemed particularly annoying as she was on her best behavior.  Backstabbing and 'evil' thoughts about her friends used to relieve her stress, but she couldn't do that now.  She didn't want to be mean which was naturally part of her nature.

Finally it was time and she headed for Mrs. Atkinson's office.  Christi was glad that she didn't put a run in her pantyhose.  She was careful all day.  But she did have an extra pair in her purse just in case.  It was there with her pads and all the other girl paraphernalia that she had to carry.  She would be happy when she could give up all this girly stuff and return to her old life.  She couldn't remember a thing about it, but it had to be better than the life she had now.  The life of a girl who was so pretty on the outside and so evil on the inside.  (A life that just a week ago she reveled in.)

When she got to the office she saw Daniel Blakely being escorted out of Mrs. Atkinson's office.  Daniel was one of the bullies of the school.  Christi didn't have too much trouble with him as she was a girl.  (Not that every girl wasn't harassed in someway by him.  But she was also very popular which kept him at bay.  There were boys who were stronger than Daniel, especially if there was a few of them together.)

Mrs. Atkinson handed him a card.  “Now remember you have an appointment tomorrow at 4:00.  There is directions to his office on the back of the card.  BE ON TIME.  If all goes well and I'm sure it will this whole affair will be dropped and soon forgotten.”

“It wasn't my fault.”

“I'm sure you are right.  Just see him and do what he tells you and everything will be fine.”

“Thank you,” Daniel said as he left the office.

Christi was shown in.  “What can I do for you?” Mrs. Atkinson asked.

“I have to see Dr. Zaaijer,” Christi said with urgency in her voice.

“What about?”

“It's private.  I just have to see him.”

“Dr. Zaaijer is very busy.  I can't refer everyone to him.  I need to know why.”

Christi couldn't tell her what was wrong exactly.  It was part of her conditioning she couldn't tell anyone that she was really a married man trapped in a teenaged girl's body.  When she thought about it, it did sound ridiculous even if she could say.

After some pleading by Christi, Mrs. Atkinson wouldn't budge, she wouldn't make an appointment with Dr. Zaaijer.  “I just can't do it, not without knowing why.”

Leaving the office, her entire being wanted to cry.  She was determined to man up and not do it.  But she couldn't hold out long and so she hated herself even more when she couldn't control her tears.

Chapter 17

Back in the house, Ryan was babysitting for 'the two girls' Cherie and Stevi.  They were both in diapers and playing like two year olds often do.  Stevi always asked to be put in a dress or a skirt, whereas Cherie usually preferred to wear pants.  The pants were of course girl's style pants and leggings, but she preferred them to skirts if asked.  She would wear whatever they put on her.  Except socks which she invariably pulled off her feet at the earliest opportunity.

Cherie's encounter with Aisha had stirred some new feelings and thoughts in her.  They were old thoughts that were returning.  Cherie found that she could hold her pee.  She didn't know what potty training was, not yet anyway, but she would hold peeing in her diaper until she couldn't hold it anymore.  Then she would immediately say something about it instead of waiting until she was uncomfortable.   She couldn't stand being in a wet diaper anymore.  (Stevi on the other hand enjoyed the feeling of being in a wet diaper.)

When it was time for milk and cookies, Cherie would pry the top of the sippy cup off and drink the milk like a 'big girl' as Ryan would say.  Sometimes when she saw words (like on the package of cookies) she could read and understand them.

After the snack, the trio played with a big plastic ball.  They tossed it from one to the other.  Cherie instinctively started to catch the ball more sure handedly than she had before.  Certainly with much less effort than any two year old should.  But then she decided to throw it hard overhand like she was playing dodgeball.  Stevi ducked out of the way as the ball raced past him.  It smacked into a lamp and knocked it over onto the ground.

Cherie knowing she did something wrong, ran out of the room crying.  Without thinking she ran like a man, not like a little girl.  Ryan ran after her.  Stevi stayed behind to see what the damage was.

Ryan calmed Cherie down saying it wasn't her fault.  He got her a drink of juice and then put her to bed for a nap.  She held onto her stuffed zebra, Brabra as she went to sleep.  She was more disturbed by her strange thoughts and memories than by the broken lamp.

Chapter 18

Ashley took Ryan's advice and suggested her family see Dr. Zaaijer.  She had contacted him and found out that money was not an issue.  The doctor seemed very caring and very friendly.  By the time she reached out to him, things had deteriorated at her house.  Her parents had been arguing so much that her dad had moved out.  This was extremely difficult for him (and the rest of the family) since he was unemployed.

Christi was already in Dr. Zaaijer's office when Ashley's family arrived.  Ashley could hear her yelling at Dr. Zaaijer through the door.  “You have to help me!  I can't go on like this!” she screamed.

“Calm down what's the problem.  My receptionist said you had to see me.  I let you in even though we didn't have an appointment.”

“You know.  You did this to me.  Make me myself again.”

“I did this to you?”

“Yes.”

“How could I, we've never met before.”

“You're lying.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“I'm talking about this.  I'm talking about these.  This isn't right, I'm supposed to be a man.”

“A man?”

“Yes, you know.  Change me back.”

“Change you?”

“Yes, make me a man again!”

“I can see you are upset.  But I can't help you.  Maybe I could recommend someone to help with your gender dysphoria.”

“My what.”

“If you want to be a man.  Then you might be a transsexual.  That isn't my area of expertise.”

“I don't want to be a man!  I am a man!  You did this to me.  I'm sorry for whatever I had done!  Please return me to normal.”

“There is nothing I can do.”

Dr. Zaaijer wouldn't help her.  Christi was crying now besides screaming.  She wanted to hit him, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.  It wouldn't do much good, as Dr. Zaaijer was bigger than she was.  She was stuck like this.  She ran out of the office crying.

Chapter 19

Ashley's entire family entered the doctor's office a few minutes later.  They were all curious about what had happened, but didn't ask.  Instead they explained their problem.  Without a job, Richard (Ashley's father) didn't feel like much of a man.  This was especially true since Brooke (Ashley's mother) wanted Agnes (Ashley's grandmother) to move in with them.  Agnes, was a successful buyer for a clothing boutique and was making more money than Richard ever did.  But she was living alone since her husband died.

“I want Mom to move in with us.  I don't want her to be alone,” Brooke pleaded.  But there was more to it than that.  If she moved in, she could help with the mortgage and pay other bills.  This is what Richard chaffed at.

“Your Mom is fine where she is.  It's not that I don't like your mother.  But I don't want to live with her.”  Agnes was a take charge type person.  She liked things her way.  Richard didn't want to be dominated by her.  He thought it would start out OK, but the longer she was there it would get worse.  And once she moved in, even if Richard found a job, there would be no way to get her out again.

Dr. Zaaijer had heard enough.  Agnes was more of a man than Richard.  The doctor would encourage this.  It took only a moment for the whole family to be hypnotized and awaiting Dr. Zaaijer's instruction.

“Richard,” Dr. Zaaijer said, “as long as you are unemployed you have to adjust.  You can't be stubborn or you will lose everything.  You love your family and don't want to lose them.  You must move back into the family home, but you should give Brooke some space so you will move into the guest room.”

Richard didn't like it, but he had to do as Dr. Zaaijer demanded.

“Since you will be the one home you have to take on the domestic responsibilities.  You will cook the meals for your family.  You will find you had a flair for this and enjoy it immensely.  It is a hidden talent you will discover.  Cooking won't seem like a chore to you, it will become a pleasure.  Everyone in your family will enjoy anything you make.  They will compliment you at first, but after a while it will just be assumed if you made it it will be very tasty.”

Richard could burn a burger until it was as hard and black as a hockey puck and everyone would enjoy it.

Continuing Dr. Zaaijer said, “Being home you will also keep the house clean.  You can't stand a house that is 'too messy.'  Keeping a well maintained house makes you happy.  That goes for the laundry and any other household chores you might need to do.

Since you prepare the meals, you do all the grocery shopping, not the mention buying your cleaning supplies.

After everyone has left for the day, you will start going to church in the mornings.  Once there you will befriend the ladies that attend too.  You find you have more in common with the older ladies, those at least in their seventies and especially elderly widows.  They'll introduce you to the things they like and you will find enjoyment with those things too.  You will join them in those activities when you can.  The weekly church bingo game, afternoon talk shows, playing cards at the senior center will appeal to you.  Socializing with elderly women who also enjoys these things appeals to you the most. Other activities that don't appeal to you new friends, you will lose interest in.

You have lost all interest in sex, but that doesn't mean you love Brooke any less.  Sexual love is for young people and you have matured enough not to care about if anymore.  Without sexual love you can love Brooke more than you had been since all you have is unconditional love without the evils of jealousy.  You love Brooke with all your heart.  You love her fully and unconditionally.  You want to support her in everything she does , but you understand it is her life.

Agnes is the chief bread winner.  She is supporting the family and is head of the household.  You have to respect her and her decisions.

You love Brooke and you want to support her in all she does.  You want to listen to her and talk to her and to love her.  Now that you will be taking over the domestic chores you will find you have more in common with her.  You want to be close with her at an emotional level.

As for Ashley, you love her with all your heart.  It's important to not only tell her, you have to show her physically.  Hugs, kisses and soft touches are signs of you love for her.

You are getting older, you stand with a slight stoop.  You should check your ears to make sure your hearing is good and it couldn't help to see a dentist.”

Dr. Zaaijer didn't change Richard's gender or true age, but his role had changed from father, provider, head of the household to the emotional heart of the family.  He was more like grandma than dad.  Dr. Zaaijer would make sure that soon all his friends would be elderly women which he would spend the most time with.  He will have all the interests and personality of an elderly lady as well as some of the ailments.  Dr. Zaaijer would make sure that Richard would be walking stooped over, with a hearing aide in his ears, full dentures in his mouth, complaining about the aches in his joints.

“Agnes, only you can support the family the way it should be supported.  You are the chief bread winner for the family.  It's you who keeps the family safe and together.  You care for everyone in the family, Brooke, Ashley, but even Richard since he means so much to the people you love.  You must be strong for everyone.

Recently, your love for Brooke hasn't been as robust as you have wanted it.  It's because you couldn't accept her as she truly is. Brooke is a strong proud woman, you knew that, but you also know she is beautiful.  What you couldn't let yourself  see is that she is also very sexy and very sensual.  You had denied your feelings for her but that won't be true anymore.  Now that she is older you can admit it to yourself and act upon your feelings.  There isn't anything wrong with your feelings.  Expressing these feelings will make you closer to Brooke.

But it isn't just sex, you have to show her how you feel by being romantic.  Call her on the phone at random times just to tell her you love her and you have been thinking about her.  Send her gifts and cards for no reason.  Don't be afraid to touch her and show her how you feel, not just on the arm, but other places showing her how you feel about her and be spontaneous too.  There isn't anything wrong with having a date night so you can be alone with the love of your life.  With Richard home with Ashley, you haven't any problem spending a weekend alone with Brooke at a hotel.  You might not even leave the room once during that weekend.  Win her over everyday with romantic gestures.  It's time to show her how you feel, you have waited far too long.”

When Dr. Zaaijer was through with Agnes, she was the alpha of the family.  She was the head of the household who needed to keep her family safe.  She needed to show Brooke how she felt in every way,  mentally, emotionally and especially physically.  She would be as hot for Brooke as a young man on his honeymoon, but with the maturity not to let silly arguments and petty jealousies get in the way.

“Brooke,” Dr. Zaaijer said, “you know that Agnes is the Head of the Household.  You see her in a new light.  You see her caring, her strength of will and her passion.  You admire her.  This isn't something you've seen in a long long time.  She is the one who is keeping your family together, she is the one who will take care of you, Ashley and even Richard.  You feel safe around her.

You want to show Agnes how you feel.  You will do it not only verbally but with your actions and physically too.  You haven't felt this way since you were first married.  You will be sharing your bed with someone you care deeply about who can protect you and provide for you and your family.

If she shows any sign of romance, something you've longed for for a long time, you will just lose it.  You aren't a kid anymore.  You matured.  You are at ease with your body and you're feelings.  You've earned the right to be more adventurous.  You will try new things.  You will entice Agnes with sexy apparel and use new devices you mightn't have considered in the past.  From dirty talk on the phone to S&M with a caring partner you are willing to try them all since you trust Agnes so much.  Nothing will be out of bounds for you to try.

As for Richard, you care for him and always will.  You also see him in a new light.  He will take care of the house so you can do what you need to do.  You will find the time to communicate with him and redevelop a closeness.  You will consider his advice as you know his opinions come out of love, but it is your home and Agnes is the head of that home.  It is up to you and Agnes to make the final decision about the important matters for your family.

You have forgiven him for everything he has done in the past.  You know everyone makes mistakes.  Richard has discovered new talents and interests, you will find common ground in those things such as cooking, shopping, keeping a clean house and other interests.

Brooke, you are very happy with how everything turned out.  You had had a tough time, but you have come through and you expect the future to be bright.”

Brooke absorbed all that Dr. Zaaijer had been telling her.  She now thought of Agnes as the strong, virile, head of the house hold who would keep her family safe.  She would be attracted to all these things.  For Brooke in many ways it was like she had just gotten married and was ready to start anew.

As for Richard, Brooke now saw him as the emotional heart of the family.  A person who did all the little things to keep the home running smooth.  She loved him because she knew he had her best interests at heart, but she didn't see him as a sexual partner anymore.  When it came to Brooke's passion she only had eyes for Agnes now.

Dr. Zaaijer didn't know what to do exactly with Ashley.  He had to tweak her in someway.  Just accepting what was going on wasn't enough.  So he decided to make one small change.  “Ashley, you realize the family is better and you can accept the new stronger relationships between, Richard, Brooke and Agnes.  But as a teenager you might have your own problems.  They are very hard to solve.  I will help you with that, if there are anything that bother's you remember one thing, food is your friend.  Food can make anything seem better.  Why worry about a heartache when you have a bowl of rocky road.  You aren't sure how you did at a final, have a cookie.  There isn't any problem that something tasty can't make better.”

Dr. Zaaijer didn't know how many problems Ashley might have, but if she had too many she probably would need a whole new wardrobe in a much larger size very soon.  Of course, he could give her old apparel to Ryan if he wanted it, so  that wouldn't be too much of a problem.

When the family left, there wasn't much difference in their appearance as compared with how they arrived.  Richard was walking slower with a slight stoop.  Agnes was leading the family out with her arm around Brooke.  But other than that they looked as they had before.

“Let's get some lunch,” Agnes suggested.

Everyone agreed.  After lunch they went to where Richard had been staying and retrieved his belongings.  Agnes would have a mover pack up her stuff and bring it to the home at a later time.  Richard did move into the guest room and Agnes shared Brooke's bed that night. They didn't have sex right away, but they did spend that night naked in bed cuddling each other.

Agnes put her arm around Brooke's waist with her hand on her buttocks.  She squeezed it softly saying.  “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“No enough.”

“Well I go and from now one, I will show it everyday.”

Brooke learned in closer Agnes' embrace.

Chapter 20

Ashley and Ryan had lost touch for a little while.  Ryan was busy babysitting with Cherie (and Stevi) and Ashley had had her family problems.  Recently, Stevi was having the most fun playing with the toys, while Cherie seemed to be the one indulging him.  Ryan didn't care anyway, as long as they weren't getting into trouble that could result in either getting hurt, Ryan didn't care how they played.  Ryan was just happy to wear his femme clothes at home.

Ryan and Ashley even though they hadn't seen each other (except for at school) in a while  were still good friends and finally got back together.  Ryan had to put up appearances that he was a straight man until he was ready to come out.  Ryan would never turn down an opportunity to play football with his 'best friend' Morgan.  He would try to be on Morgan's opposing team.  He loved to stick with him and he got more pleasure out of tackling him than just stopping Morgan from scoring a touchdown.

When Ryan arrived at Ashley's, Richard was still home fixing up the place and making dinner for the family.  Ryan didn't think anything was wrong.  It only made sense that the 'parent' who didn't have a job would take over most of the domestic responsibilities.  We are well inside the new millennium, not the 1950s.

“Hey Ashley.  Miss me?”

“It seems like I haven't seen you in ages.”

“I've been busy, but we'll talk about that later.”

“Sure.”

“Do you like my outfit?”  Ryan was wearing a white collared blouse with brown slacks and a pair of trainers.  Everything he was wearing was bought from the woman's department, but they were unisex styled clothes so unless one was looking one wouldn't notice things like the shirt buttoned on the wrong side, or the hips of the pants flared more than they should.  He was even wearing panties, not that anyone could tell.

“It's very nice,” Ashley said and then she caught on to what Ryan meant.  “Yes, very very nice,” she continued with a smirk.

Ryan and Ashley snuggled up on the couch to watch some TV.  They were watching one of the daytime soap operas that Richard had watched earlier.  If Richard asked (and it wouldn't) Ashley would say she wanted to watch it and Ryan was just going along.  But what Richard asked was, “If you are going to lie on the couch, please take off your shoes.”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Sashes,“ Ryan said.  Then he dutifully took off his shoes and returned to cuddling with Ashley.

A short while later, Richard announced, “I'm going to the center.  I have an early card game.  Turn off the oven in 20 minutes.”

“Got it Dad,” Ashley replied.

When Richard left, Ryan asked.  “I see you dad is back.”

“Yeah, we worked it all out at Dr. Zaaijer's.  He got everyone to realize what was best for the family not just for themselves.  Dad found he has many hidden talents he didn't know.  As it turns out he is an expert cook.  I never knew.  Grandma, is making more than anyone and it has helped a lot.  There aren't anymore money problems, she even gave me a raise in my allowance.  Everyone is really happy.”

“I'm glad.”

“We'll have the place to ourselves tonight.  As you heard Dad will be at the center.”  Ashley didn't mention it was the senior center.  “And Mom and Grandma are out having dinner together and then they'll see a movie.  Everyone will be out late.”  Once again Ashley didn't mention that Mom and Grandma called this date night.  Nor did she mention that Mom and Grandma slept in the same bed.

Ryan snuggled closer, like two old friends and then Ashley asked, “How are things going with you?”

Not great, but not bad.  I can dress all the time now that Stevi and I have reached an understanding.  He likes to be treated like a toddler and what do I care.  He keeps Cherie more occupied than I ever could.  It's like Cherie had her own playmate.  And all Stevi asks is that I change his diaper and cut his food.”

“Sounds good, so what is the problem.”

“It's Cherie.  She doesn't seem to be acting like she should.  Sometimes I think that Stevi is more of a baby than Cherie is.  First she doesn't know her own strength.  We were tossing a ball and she threw it so hard it knocked over a lamp.”

“Is that all?”

“Well once when I changed her diaper she had an erection.  She never had that before.”

“Maybe she couldn't help it?”

“I don't know.  There were a few other small things.  Mom took her to Dr. Zaaijer.”

“What did he say?”

“He said it's probably because of Cherie's new body.”

“Well yeah.”

“They want to cut her dick off.  That will solve the problem.  Too much testosterone in her blood.”

“That makes sense.”

“When are they going to do it?”

“Just as soon as the legal stuff is out of the way.  They are going to have her name and gender officially changed legally.  They are even going to change her birthday so her birth certificate says she is two.  Once all that is done, they will assign a social worker and have the surgery.  Then in every way, Cherie will be a little girl again...at least legally.”

“How long will it take?”

“Not too long.  Maybe a couple of weeks...maybe less.”

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