Your brother & sister (!)

You smile. Can't wait to see your bother and sister. In this body. You really couldn't imagine being so eager to present yourself as woman at the start of the week.

You hug your Mom again - she smells really nice, and she looks radiant, happy. Really attractive. Sexy. Not just for a woman in her mid fifties, but unconditionally. You never thought of her like that, but somehow being a woman yourself now allows you to judge her as woman more – objectively. So it seems you don't feel appalled by the thought of her as a sexually active woman. And an attractive one. And neither do you feel bad about thinking your Dad as a handsome older man. Who'd fit into your taste of men that you developed over the past week. (Or maybe had all the time as a man, too and just didn't admit to yourself.)

You feel yourself blush a little – thinking about your father like that, but you can’t help it. He turns around from the grill and smiles at you with his warm, kind smile. His colourful short-sleeved shirt shows a bit of a beer belly, but the than that he’s in good shape for a man pushing sixty. Still has full hair, even though it turns gray and his aura of protectiveness, kindness, and love for your surrounds him. You never really appreciated that as a boy, remember pushing him away and alienating him. You never fully fixed that relationship as a man. You’re a bit ashamed of yourself- you really hope in this reality Lexi was kind loving appreciative daughter to her Dad.

“Lexi! Come here and give your old father a hug!”

You do cuddle up to his broad shoulder and his strong chest. He smells like woodsmoke already, soap, and his masculine self. You love that smell. Feels like you always did, but as a boy, you sure did not - or didn't admit it. You look at him for a second. You can't deny you have a thing for older man as woman - did that daddy thing come with this body or did you always have it? How much of it was formed by your relationship with him - as a girl, as a boy? You shake your head. It's all too confusing if you think too hard about it. Just let your female body make the decisions and go with it. It never failed you so far.

“Happy Birthday, daddy!”

The “Daddy” come over your lips naturally. Even though as man you always called him Dad. He doesn't seem to notice anything unusual, so as woman...Yeah. Daddy it is.

You hand hand him the bottle you brought him.

He smacks his lips and hums.

“Hmmm. My daughter sure knows what her daddy likes!”

He kisses you – on the lips – which makes you hesitate for a fraction of a second. That sure never happened in the past you remember as a boy and men. But your body seems to remember it, this apparently is the relationship Lexi had and has with him. Notably closer, not afraid of both emotional and physical affection. So you let it happen, kiss him back, closed lips and smile and him happily afterwards. You really like this new family bond. Well. New for you, both your father and your mother seem very much used to it, your Mom putting a hand on your naked leg as you sit down beside her.

“You look good, Lexi. Happy.”

You smile.

“I’ve had… a good week…”

And you did, you have to say. Better than you could have imagined it on Monday morning.

“Nice. And you look sexy. I like your new look. I bet it turned a lot of men’s heads. And women’s...”

You blush and giggle.

“Mom!”

She chuckles and pinches your cheek.

“Oh don't act coy with me, I'm glad I can talk to my daughter about everything without any silly games.”

You relationship with your Mom sure is as different than the one with your Dad as her daughter. And both feel – better. More natural. More relaxed.

“Thanks, Mom. I think I… kinda… found to myself a little recently…”

And… somehow... you did.

She smiles warmly.

"So happy to hear that."

Finally your brother and sister arrive. You hug. And kiss. Like with your parents, you most definitely feel more close to them than you ever did as a man. You were the youngest child, a spoiled boy, you remember, and somehow you always thought they felt jealous. You never connected as you think you might have. Now…

They both kiss you on the mouth, somehow you being a girl has changed the family's whole attitude towards physical affection. You brother touches your naked lower back below your tank top and hugs you before your sister pulls you to the far end of the garden immediately to talk you you giggly about all happening to her love life since you last met. Girl Talk. As sisters do. You’re never had anything like this kind of physical or emotional proximity to anyone as a man.

The little private time with your sister takes about 15 minutes. You enjoy it immensely. You never had any real connection to her as a man, but in this short time that you know her as a woman - eye to eye – she already feels like a friend. A best friend.

When you get back your brother hugs you warmly.

“You girls always hang out first. I already miss you, sis!”

Your relationship to him when you were a man or a boy was – tense. Competitive. At the best times you would have defined yourselves as “buddies” but you never got over a pang of jealousy for your elder brother and you felt he always looked down on you and didn’t take you for serious. This, also– feels different. You immediately feel close to him, protected, sheltered, when he puts an arm around his baby sister's shoulder. There's not a years long competitiveness but nothing but brotherly love in his kiss on your cheek.

How is it possible your relationship with your family is so much better now? Does being a woman really change so much in the dynamics? Where the conflicts between you brothers, you and your Dad an your inability to emotionally connect to your mother or sister really Just caused by you being a dickish jerk. In other words - a teenage boy. You sigh. Another point in your learning curve telling you you maybe should have been a girl all along.

You return your brother's cheek kiss and laugh and woo as your Dad brings the first load of meat from the grill and your mother puts the side dishes on the table. Beer and wine is brought, you laugh and talk and chat with your family like you can't remember you ever did, hugging and kissing your siblings and parents. Emotional and physical proximity to your family. You never knew you missing out as a man until you have it as woman. Eventually, your father brings out your present, opens it and pours himself a glass, sipping it luxuriously. Then pouring one to everyone, you included.

You've had too much wine already, anyway, feel a little tipsy. And you never could take hard liquor very well. But you made him the present and everyone lifts their glasses to toast to the birthday boy, so… you take a mouthful, let the burning subside and enjoy the rich taste your Daddy likes so much about it before you swallow. He pours another one and you don’t hesitate any more, like your family. When everyone had their third and goes back to beer and wine the atmosphere gets… even more relaxed. The sun is getting low, but it’s warm and no breeze is moving the leaves. You stretch like a cat – and then pull your tank top over your head, baring your C-Cup tits to the warm summer.

You didn't plan this, nor did you exactly know for sure how your your family handles nudity in this reality. As teenage boy you were a prude, full off shame to let anyone in your family see your body. Not even as a man would you have thought of going topless on a family party. So why - apart from the obvious rising **** level in your blood lowering your inhibition – makes you be so shameless as a woman? You don’t know but you feel it is. Somehow. You have the instinctual grasp of this family dynamic and attitude toward each other, mentally, emotionally and also physically. And the mental image you have of this family in which you grew up not as a shy introvert boy but as a pretty, confident teenage girl – is OK with nudity.

You take a sip of your wine and look around.

"It's way too warm!”

You smile. And are rewarded with retuned smiles. You were right. You don't remember what you did as a teenage girl to make the morals of this family more lenient and open but something you did. Your mother chuckles softly.

“That's my girl. Never missing an opportunity to get naked.”

Your father Dad chuckles.

“She's got your tits. Honey. Would be shame to hide them.”

Your sister's looks are… somewhat envious.

“Just trying to show off again!”

You look at her breasts – not for the first time. You rememberer vividly trying to sneak peaks at her undressing when you were her younger brother. Succeeded a couple of times. You wonder if you did that in this reality too… Her top is hanging loose, but you can see they’re smaller than yours. Flashes of memories of your female teenage self come to you, as if this reality is establishing you in this body. Female rivalry between sisters as her younger sister began to outgrow her. But then she laughs, if she was jealous as a teen, she's over it. Pulls up her top and reveals hers, as well.

"Just so you know just because you're bigger, little sister, doesn’t mean their prettier. Am I right bro?”

You brother’s eye wander between the two of you.

”Uhm…”

Until your father intervenes.

“No, no. Not again girls! I thought you had outgrown these competitions. Leave us men out of this, we've been through this way to often when you were teens to know we can’t win.”

Your brother sighs relieved

“You both have amazing tits, sisters!”

“And I prefer your Mom's anyway, no offence!”

Your father states.

You mother smiles.

"No need to flatter me, I know mine aren't as firm as my girls' any more. But..."

And... You gulp as she follows your and your sister's example and gets topless . She wears a bra under her top but opens it skilfully and sets her heavy breasts free.

"They're still a sight to behold, aren't they?"

Your Dad grins.

“That’s what I'm talking about!”

You can't remember seeing them since you were a boy and played peeping tom on her as well... in the bedroom when she dressed. But as girl and woman, apparently your mother remembers you seeing them a lot. You look at them.

They're C-cups like yours. Of course a bit saggy but nice and still surprisingly firm and soft, with big, brown areolas and hard nipples. Probably quite a good idea of how yours will be in some decades. When… if… you stay a woman. You lick your lips. You get a little wet and tingly from all this. Take another sip of wine. And gulp as your Dad stands up to get another batch of meat and you see his shorts bulge out in front. He has a decent sized boner under there judging by the size of that tent…. You sneak a peek over to your brother, wriggling in his chair. For he same reason your Dad is hard… and he doesn't even have an excuse, all the women present that cause his boner are related to him.

You empty your glass. Watch your Dad sit down, slightly awkwardly. An decide…