Chapter 8 - Meeting the family

"How are you feeling?" he asked a few months later as I stood in my bedroom after having just woken from a nap.

"I'm coping," I replied putting on a bra that once belonged to his daughter to support my now massive pair of D size breasts. "I don't think I'll ever get used to these massive tits though. Then there is the issue of having a pussy instead of a dick and having to dilate for hours every day."

"I think you're coping very well," he said. "You've come on leaps and bounds over the last few weeks. You walk and talk just like Helen particularly in her stilettos. You've even started dressing classically like her, wearing her skirts and dresses instead of the jeans and T shirts that you usually wore."

"It's just as well that I like wearing Helen's clothes because I couldn't wear my usual pants after you'd widened my ass," I replied. "Your daughter had great taste in fashions."

"Any residual aches and pains?" he asked checking my ears again for the 20th time since he had altered them.

"No but that ass surgery you did was the strangest as I can't walk like I did anymore. I walk just like a woman with my thighs rubbing together every time I move. And my ass is a lot wider and it wobbles more than I imagined it would," I replied.

He ignored my comment and switched on the make-up lights at the dressing table.

"Come on, get your make-up on just like Helen's usual style. Her false eyelashes and dark eye make-up will help to complete how you should look," he commanded.

"Yes daddy," I said sitting down. I was quite proficient at putting on make-up so that my face matched hers but having to do it every day I found it all to be a big tedious chore.

"Come down to meet everyone when you're ready," he ordered. "I want you to wear your pretty new red floral dress and these shoes."

"Oh, do I have to?" I asked pouting. "My feet hurt really badly wearing those new heels you bought."

"Yes, you have to," he said pointing to the 4" stiletto heels he'd recently bought online. "She wore that style of shoe all the time."

I shrugged and carried on applying the make-up as he went down to greet some early arrivals.

"Hello everyone. Helen is upstairs getting her face on and getting dressed so she should be down quite soon," George said in eager announcement. "Please enjoy the buffet and help yourself to some drinks."

"You must so happy to have Helen home again," said Brad. "I know it will be good to see her again after so long."

"I'm obviously delighted," George replied. "She'll go with me to see the lawyers about her inheritance tomorrow."

"Is that what brought her home?" Brad asked.

"I think so," said George. "But honestly I'm just very glad she's back home."

"It's funny we were talking about Helen running away a few days ago weren't we sugar?" said Brad to his lovely wife. "Listen I've decided that if she ever tries that again then you just need to put her over your knee and spank her pretty little behind! And if you don't want to do it, I'll gladly volunteer."

They all laughed at Brad's comment.

I stared into the mirror after fixing my eyelashes with the lash adhesive. I fluttered them up and down and was finally satisfied they were properly stuck down to my upper eyelid. Then I made up my face covering the minute suture lines with pancake theater make-up that George had shown me how to use. He'd said that in time the scars would become less noticeable but, in the meantime, I was to use the pancake makeup just in case. Satisfied with my face, I took off my silk dressing gown and started to get dressed in the outfit he'd bought me. I'd had memory flashbacks and remembered that I'd always enjoyed dressing up in women's clothing and this was no different only I now had the curvy body to fit the clothes.

First on was the bra and then the matching thong panties in silk and lace. My breasts had grown a little more under the estrogen I'd been taking, and I easily filled the bra cups. Hooking up the bra in the back was still a problem with my nails but my breasts were properly supported with the bra on. The hormones had had other feminizing effects such as softer skin and my libido was certainly constrained.

Then I pulled on a pair of support tan pantyhose over my surgically widened hips. George had also removed most of my belly fat using liposuction and then injected that too into my ass. So, I really needed the support hose to hold in my flabby butt.

I eagerly stepped into my dress and pulled up the zip easily behind me. I slipped on the shoes which matched the colour of the red dress perfectly. I stood in front of the mirror and removed the ribbon off my now long blonde hair and brushed it out, so it framed my face perfectly just like Helen's hair had done.

Reluctantly I set off down the stairs to the waiting family guests below. I smiled happily through my red stained lips showing off my pearly white teeth that George had arranged with a dental surgeon to have fixed. As I neared the bottom step, Brad rushed over towards me.

"You look lovely Helen, welcome home dear girl," Brad gushed taking my hand so that I could walk down the final two steps gracefully without using the banister. "You look the perfect little lady as always."

"Thank you, Uncle Brad," I replied remembering the Uncle part.

"Helen! Oh, look at this gorgeous little girl. Ain't she something?" exclaimed my cousin Margaret eagerly giving me a warm hug and air kisses.

"Hello Margaret," I replied. "You're looking lovely too."

"Who'd have thought you'd come back looking so gorgeously beautiful?" she gushed even more praise on me. "Helen do you remember years ago at a Christmas party at our house. I'll never forget it because it was so funny. You'd just started dressing as a girl and you were carrying around a table lighter lighting everybody's cigarettes. Do you remember what happened?"

"Sorry Margaret I don't remember that. What was it?" I replied looking over towards George for help.

"You don't remember that you accidentally set Uncle Wilfred's beard up in flames?" she laughed. "He was dressed up as Santa Claus with a false beard."

"Oh yes, his beard went up in flames! My God, yes his beard!" I exclaimed laughing at the thought. "I hope he's forgotten about it now."

Margaret though surprised me. "I doubt that he does now as he's been dead five years last October."

"Helen come here! Helen! Helen I'll bet you don't remember me," exclaimed a woman in her late thirties on the other side of the room.

"Of course, I do. You're Sarah Greene. Well Sarah you erm... look younger than ever," I exclaimed remembering her photograph and the family history. "Sarah you still look as charming as always."

"Helen there's somebody I'd like you to meet," said Sarah grabbing my hand and then talking to George. "Would you excuse us for a minute?"

"Sure, you girls run off," said George generously.

"Now she's back home at last, I don't begrudge Helen getting all my dad's inheritance money," said Brad to George.

"I just wish he could've shown some concern for the underprivileged in his will," joked Brad's wife. "Like us."

"Welcome back home Miss Simpson," said Samuel who was outside looking after the parked cars when he saw me emerge from the house.

"Thank you, Samuel, it's so good to see you again," I replied remembering his name from the photographs George had shown me. I walked right around the outside of the house with Sarah who was talking, and she left me trying to catch up on all her news.

"Where are you working these days?" I asked getting a word or two in at last.

"I'm at the Sandstone Hill Mental Hospital working as a psychiatric nurse," she exclaimed. "Doctor John Dean is doing some marvelous work out there with some difficult patients."

"So, Doctor Dean is a psychiatrist?" I asked her as Brad came out looking for us.

"When I was younger, we used to call it the Sandstone Hill nuthouse," Brad said interrupting our conversation. Sarah though had a puzzled look on her face after my comment about Doctor Dean. I then realized that of course he was a psychiatrist.

"Uncle Brad for shame on you!" I replied ignoring the faux pas with Sarah. "People there are not well, just like anyone else in hospital."

"Well excuse me for a moment," said Sarah. "It seems that Doctor Dean himself has just arrived. I'll bring him over to meet you again! I'm sure that he will want to see how well you've turned out since your transition."

Then I began to realist that Doctor Dean was the same doctor that had treated Helen for her gender dysphoria by guiding her though her transition several years earlier.

"It's good to see you again Doctor," I said shaking his hand eagerly.

"I see that you've blossomed into a lovely young lady Helen," he replied. "It's such a huge change from the gender confused person you were when you first visited me."

"Yes, I'd like to think so," I replied.

"If you'd care to drive out someday, I'd be happy to show you around the facility again," he offered.

"Well Doctor are you suggesting that I'm still in need of yet more therapy?" I smiled. "I hope not now I look like this. I'm now totally happy being a woman after years of misery."

"I'm very glad to hear it. It's good that our long chats were a success after all," he smiled. "Excuse me ladies while I go and get myself a much-needed cool drink."

Sarah and I followed him as we all walked back inside the house.

At that moment George announced. "Quiet please! Alright quiet please!" he tapped his whisky glass with a spoon. "As the head of this tribe, I'd like to take this opportunity to propose a toast to welcome back the girl of the year. To my lovely daughter Helen."

"To Helen!" they shouted and drank a toast to me. That made me smile and more so when they burst into spontaneous applause.

"Speech!" shouted Brad.

"Thank you, Uncle Brad. And a huge thank you to you all for being so kind," I said and then added. "I think my daddy and I are going to take some time off to get reacquainted again. I think we have a lot to find out about each other. Well after all I'm not the same old Helen. Am I Daddy?"

He just smiled wanly back at my private joke.

Then it was Uncle Brad's turn to speak. "Alright now alright. Quiet again please. Quiet please. Quiet. This is beginning to sound like my last speech where I mention my dire need for campaign funds. I might just mention that it would be nice if we could maintain a semblance of family unity till after the primaries are over. Right now, I would like to announce our entertainment for today. Uh Miss Helen will perform at the piano for our listening pleasure."

They all started shouting my name over and over.

"This will be fun. She's so good," exclaimed Sarah.

I sat down wondering how I was going to avoid playing and it struck me in the face looking at my long false nails.

"Sorry everyone but I won't be able to play properly with my manicure," I said holding up my hand to show off my long talons.

At that moment George also arrived to rescue me. "Helen. Darling you don't have to play. It's perfectly alright."

"I haven't played for such a long time, so I think with my nails and being a bit rusty it would be better if I cried off today. I hope you don't mind Uncle Brad?" I added.

"Let's go outside and get little bit of fresh air. Please do all have another drink," added George.

"Are you alright Helen?" asked Aunt Sally.

"Of course, she's alright Sally," replied George and then added to everyone else. "She's alright. You all have a nice time. We'll be back in just a few minutes. Just some fresh air that's all we need. Come on darling. Here we go."

We walked outside towards the tennis courts and sat down.

"You're doing very well," he said hugging me. "When today is over we'll go and see the lawyers tomorrow."

"I just hope they're all convinced," I replied.

Uncle Brad was probably left wondering why I'd used such a lame excuse not to play the piano as I knew Helen usually loved playing it when asked.

I got back into my room after they'd left feeling agitated at what had happened. I sat down at my dressing table and cleaned my face of the make-up. There was a knock on my room door with George asking to enter.

"You did very well," he said as he sat on the bed. "Don't worry about the situation with Brad. Everyone else was convinced you were Helen."

"It was scary at the time. Hopefully we won't need to worry about it in future," I replied peeling off my false eyelashes. "I'm more worried about having to constantly face life as a woman now. It wasn't something I wanted and yet you did it anyway."

"Hopefully you'll adjust to it in time," he said.

"It's needing some mental gymnastics to cope with the fact that I'm irreversibly female," I replied. "To be honest 5 million dollars isn't really going to compensate me for what I've lost."

"Well, that's the amount I agreed. We'll go and see the lawyers about it tomorrow," he declared.