His therapist broke all kinds of ethical rules by telling me whatshe and Heather had discussed. As we knew after Mexico, he was reallypissed about be...ng made to live like a woman. However, once he assumedthe role of homemaker, wife and mother to Ariel, his position softened.A part of him was still unhappy because he felt he was an ugly woman.His self-esteem suffered like any normal homely woman's does. Bottomline was if we were going to make George a woman, the doctor recommendswe make it. When he saw me, he said, "You're home early. I wasn't expecting you till eight. Did you have a good day?" "Yes, thanks Daddy. Dinner smells nice. I'll just go and have a shower if that's OK with you." "Sure. You know where the clean towels are." The shower was refreshing. It had been a rather warm day and I enjoyed the feel of the lukewarm water on my body. I gave myself a quick dry with the towel, put a pair of panties on and threw a light summer frock over me. No need for a bra I thought; I'm. I slowly move my hands down along her hips and across the front of her thighs, then up to her firm belly. I pull her tight to me as I gently kiss her neck, my hot breath caressing her. Her breasts are heaving slightly as her breathing picks up, and I feel a slight trembling in her as my hands begin to rove her body.Reaching down with my right hand I undo my pants, letting them fall around my ankles. As I step out of them I wrap my left arm around her waist. My right hand goes to her shoulder. “Here you go mom, it’s your favorite.” She took a sip and eased back onto the couch and seemed to relax just a bit. I walked back to the bar and poured two fingers of single malt scotch in a hand blown, leaded, cut crystal glass, my father’s favorite I might add, and looked across the room at mother.My mother, Mrs. Delores Wilcox III, known to everyone in the country club set simply as ‘Dee” was a very striking woman. In my formative years (from 13 to about 16) I had masturbated many times.