Beautiful

El pulls the hem of her skirt right up past her waist to hold the bunched up material against her belly. What she reveals is a sight that would have been normal in almost any other household. Her soft shapely legs are apart a few inches so there was nothing hidden. She wore a snug pink pair of low-rise panties with little white kittens covorting across them, at the top center a tiny white bow. There are no balls bulging the fabric, no cock to stretch the material, just the lovely subtle mound of her womanhood. A regular, though outrageously cute, pair of panties that fit her to perfection.

“What the fu…” Fiona’s angry words fall away as the secret is unveiled.

Eyes wide she stares in horror. You could have heard a pin drop in that long quiet moment. An entire tragic drama unfolds on the expressions that cross her face as her mind struggles to grasp what she was seeing. Never in your life had you seen a heart break so completely. It looked like her world was falling apart around her. Her reaction was beyond even what you’d been expecting. Tensing up you ready yourself for anything. There was no saying how Fiona would react to this, especially as you had her cornered.

Elsie looks at her sister, defiant yet nervous. She stays silent and still to give Fiona the time she needed to deal with the shock of it. Fiona shakes her head, trying to deny the truth of what her eyes were revealing to her, but the fact of the matter could not be wished away no matter how hard she tried. So many emotions wash across her face. Revulsion, rage, denial, confusion, and grief. Eventually it settles into despair.

Her eyes still locked on Elsie’s crotch she says in a genuinely hurt voice that pulled on your own heartstrings. “Oh baby. Ohh my dear baby sister. What have you done?” She gasps aloud, as if experiencing it anew all over again. She brings her hands to her face to cover her mouth, aghast. “The procedure. You actually did it. Oh Elsie, no! No, no, no!”

“What do you think?” Elsie asks softly.

“You were perfect.” Fiona says in a hushed voice, not even hearing her sister’s question. “Of all of us…you were perfect. What have you done to yourself? Why!?”

“Do you think I’m ugly?” El asks in the same gentle tone.

Fiona’s now tear filled eyes look up to Elsie’s face. “I could never think…” Her voice fades as she looks back down again. “Why?”

“I think I’m beautiful.” Elsie says. “I finally have the body I belong in. I think I am beautiful…and I AM beautiful.”

“But…but…you were perfect.”

“No. No Fiona. I was hurting. I was…ashamed. I hated it. I hated it, and it poisoned everything.”

“You…were…perfect.”

“And now I’m not.” El says. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“You could never dis…no.” Fiona is struggling for words.

“Am I one of them now Fiona?”

“No!”

“Am I still a Bailey?”

“YES!”

“Do you hate me?”

“I could…never….I just…I just…” Fiona staggers back to lean against the counter.

“This is me now Fiona. This is who I am. You’ll have to learn to accept that.”

“You…you should have talked to me first.”

“It wouldn’t have changed anything.” El replies calmly. “There is nothing you could have said.”

“Peg did this!” There is a flash of impotent anger, short lived though as the damage had been done.

“It was my decision. She just did what I asked.” El explains. “It’s my body Fiona, no one else’s.”

“You should have at least talked to me. But…but why would you come to me? Why talk to me at all? Why would you?” The real lasting damage Fiona had done to her and El’s relationship was a bitter pill to swallow. Slowly Fiona’s gaze turns to you and you see her suffering, there was a great exposed bleeding wound on her soul. “You knew?” She whispers, then her shoulders slump. “Of course you knew.”

“I helped.” You confess. It is another thorned lash across her psyche, she lurches to the side and grips the counter for support. “It was Elsie’s decision to make. Not ours.” You say as you cautiously move closer, ready to dodge a punch if need be.

Seeing your caution only breaks Fiona more. “Are you scared of me? I would never hurt…never hurt…I would…” She looks back Elsie, her face a mask of pain. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I drove you to this. I should have been there for you.” Falling to her knees, tears flowing freely now, Fiona presses her face into Elsie’s pubic area. Right where the other genitals had been removed. “My beautiful…perfect…sister.”

Holding her dress up with one hand El begins to pet Fiona’s long hair with the other. “You had nothing to do with this. This was me. I did this for me. I…I deserve to be happy.” Combing her fingers through Fiona’s hair she whispers. “And so do you.”

Your big sister, eyes squeezed tight, gives your little sister’s panties a long hard kiss. Her red lipstick leaving a perfect impression of her mouth just above El’s pussy. She was in mourning, not for the member that had been taken but for the baby sister who had been transformed.

Continuing to stroke her big sister’s hair Elsie says quietly. “It’s okay. I’m okay Fiona. I am happier now. More…at peace.” She smiles a lovely smile. “I am okay Fiona.”

El’s words help a little. Fiona sniffles hard, trying to pull back the tears. She stares at El’s groin continuing to struggle with the new reality. Gently she runs her fingertips over the area that had been changed.

“I know we both want what’s best for Elsie. This wasn’t for us to decide.” You say. Kneeling down beside Fiona you put your hand on her heart. “And El is right, you deserve to be happy too.” You rest your forehead against the side of her head, whispering in her ear. “But it has to be genuine. It has to come from inside. You won’t find it hurting people or bullying people or waging some crusade against humanity.” You kiss her head and wrap your arms around her. “What makes you happy Fiona?”