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Bradley did his level best to keep the embarrassment from showing as the aging woman stared. She was only the second person to see what had developed between his legs since his fifteenth birthday. His father was the other.

Bradley had been sent to "help" the old woman on her farm in Montana two weeks previously. Bradley's father had explained she was having trouble getting decent help and this would be a good way to regain some of the bulk he had lost recently. Now eighteen, Bradley's changing genitals had become an undeniable issue and he reluctantly agreed.

He would have been able keep the secret except for the fact that she had caught him snooping in the bathroom. Bradley was certain he had packed menstrual pads, but once he arrived he could not find them. A speedy search in the guest bathroom produced none and she had found him looking under the sink in the master bath.

His story was met with skepticism, to say the least, and she demanded to see proof of his claims. Namely, she wanted to see his pussy.

Beginning at age 15 and reaching finality just after his seventeenth birthday with his first period, the “boy” had had a shrinking penis and testicles. At the same time a cavity had developed behind his balls. It had been kept secret by command of his father, who seemed not to be phased by these developments, just wary of the truth coming to light.

For almost a year now Bradley had dealt with mood swings, bloating and menstrual flow. He never developed any other characteristics typically female. His cunt was a truth he was happy to hide.

Now he would not have to worry about it. He was 30 miles from the nearest town and the ranch only had a few hands doing the work. He could avoid them most of the time. Unless something happened that caused the burly men working for this woman to closely inspect him, he would be in no danger.

However, an inspection is what he was getting right now. With an expression on her face he could not read she slowly let her gaze take in the sight.

“Spread your legs, dear,” she said.

Bradley mumbled under his breath but complied.

Finally she stood and nodded, a smile tilting the edges of her mouth.

“We will go into town and buy you some pads. Can’t have my new helper getting blood all over while he is on the rag, can we?” She pointed at the jockey shorts bunched around his ankles. “Let’s get you some panties, too.”

Bradley almost protested, but she stood and looked into his eyes.

“I can send you back your father at any time. Once you decide to go against my wishes, you decide to not live here.”

He looked down and nodded. This opportunity was too good. His father said he had to work here for this woman at least five years. Once that was done, for some reason, he would be able to inherit a large sum of money.

“Yes, Mrs. Garner.”

“Please call me Wanda. Come. Let’s get our coats and I will let you drive into town. You are in luck. Sears is having a sale on panties this week.” She patted his arm. “This will be such fun. I never had a daughter. You are the closest I have ever come to having a female here.”

Bradley’s blushing took about half the 30-mile trip to tone down to a normal tint.

Bradley was quick learn his new routine, though he did not see how he would ever gain any muscle mass doing it. He had hardly left the house.

His responsibilities included the laundry, vacuuming and washing all the floors as well as dusting and making sure the beds were made. His employer made sure these tasks took most of his day, though he did have an hour after lunch to read or just explore the place.

This was always the time the hands had free as well and Bradley ceased venturing out after some made friendly comments.

The library was well stocked with books, mostly romances, cookbooks and an entire section dealing with domestic home care.

Rather than have nothing to do, he read advice about how he could do his jobs around the house better.

Mrs. Garner made sure he wore his panties every day and insisted on helping him place the winged “feminine” pad properly while his period lasted. She would take a moment to look at the female labia while he impatiently tried to pull his panties up. Once that glance was complete, she had almost ignored his odd parts.

It was a week and a half after their trip to town that she announced she wanted to have a special afternoon and there would be no chores after lunch. She always prepared lunch and they ate in the kitchen. She seemed very excited, though she did not tell him why.

During the meal, Wanda accidentally spilled her milk and it splashed all over Bradley’s legs. She apologized and he tried to wipe it all off. The legs of his jeans were soaked and she insisted he remove them. Embarrassment gave way to need, as the jeans grew cold quickly. He finished his meal quietly, sitting in just a shirt and panties.

Once the dishes were cleared, she took him upstairs to the master bedroom. He tried to excuse himself to put on another pair of jeans, but she said it was not necessary. “Nothing I have not seen before, after all,” she giggled.

“Sit on the bed, Bradley. There are a few things we need to talk about, you and me.”

As he did, Wanda stepped into the closet and was gone for just a moment. He coughed and turned his head quickly when she returned moments later clad only in a bra and panties.

“Bradley,” she said in a commanding tone, “do you know why you are here?”

His eyes widened as he shook his head. Inside, he was trying to think of a reason to have this conversation stop.

“You are special, dear. The changes that made you the way are very rare. There are not very many special people like you. Or me, for that matter.”

As she said this, she bent forward and slid her panties to the floor. That motion was not as unexpected as the cock that sprang forth as she did it.

“What the hell…” he stuttered as he moved back farther on the bed. Dressed in only his shirt, with bare legs and only panties, he felt suddenly cold.

Mrs. Garner stood smiling and casually stroking the rigid shaft that was aimed his direction. Her expression was mixed glee and compassion.

“Oh Bradley, you have no idea how special you are. I have something I want to show you. Do not move.”

Her voice again pinned him to his place. Almost helplessly he watched as she knelt at the foot of the bed and then sat with legs spread, exposing herself to him. He could not take his eyes off the furry patch between her legs. He had never seen a woman’s crotch except in magazines and some of the books he had read.

And this was like nothing in any of those.

She lifted the 7” shaft of the penis with one hand and moved her hand below to where another wonder waited. She also had a pussy.

Nodding as she saw him realize the situation, she spoke softly, “I am what some call a hermaphrodite. I have all the parts of both a man and a woman. Your father contacted me and we made an arrangement. I will help you understand how your female parts work and how to care for them. We both felt I was best equipped to understand both sides of the coin, as it were.”

His eyes never left the strange sight. He only nodded, his throat constricting as he swallowed hard.

“Good,” she said, as she removed her bra and let her breasts hang free. This was another sight he had never seen outside a printed page.

“A person like you will not have to deal with these. You can relax. Just a vagina.”

Bradley finally took control of himself and tore his gaze from the woman’s lower body. “You have a cock and a pussy?”

She smiled broadly. “I do. I have always lived as a woman. Kept this thing a secret most of the time. Keeping secrets is something you are getting pretty good at as well.”

She winked at him and gestured toward his exposed femaleness.

She looked into his eyes kept his attention. “Bradley,” she began very slowly, “you have been having periods for 6 months now. I want you to tell me if you want them to stop.” There was a deep running suspense that he could not break free from. He only nodded.

She smiled in an odd way, and then the moment was over. Everything went back to the way it had been moments ago.

“I am sure you know what this feels like,” she said as she her firm shaft slowly, keeping it lifted enough to expose her femaleness. “At least you used to.”

“Yeah,” he choked.

After that the conversation dropped into basic biology. Wanda gave a visual of her pussy and made sure Bradley followed along. She smiled knowingly as a gasp escaped him while touching his clitoris. She even let him explore her labia with one hand as he did the same to his own.

A few hand mirrors helped with some of the harder to see areas. At last she was able to get him to relax enough to lay back and let her get the close look she had wanted for so long. Touching and breathing softly on his now wet sex sent shivers through him.

Moans came despite his best efforts at control. Once she saw he lay with his eyes closed, gasping at the feelings he could not ignore, she got to her knees and moved up until her breasts hung over him.

“Bradley, it has been a long time since I was with a special boy like you. When your father contacted me, he told me about your special “charms”. I am going to show you how nice those charms can feel, when treated correctly.”

Anything he might have said to stop was squelched as the hermaphrodite mated her male parts to the boy’s female parts.

In a short time, he no longer wanted her to stop.

The next day, Bradley went about his normal routine. At least he tried. Waking up in the morning, he went to the dresser but there were no jeans. He walked downstairs in panties and the longest flannel shirt he could find. Wanda was dressed and in the kitchen, making breakfast. She smiled and greeted Bradley warmly, eyes roving to his naked legs and hidden crotch.

“My jeans all seem to be gone. Did they get put in the wash?” he asked as he redirected his course toward the laundry room.

“Yes they did,” she replied, “They all looked like they could use a wash. Why don’t you do that first thing after you eat”

He stopped and almost said something about having just washed his own clothes. Another glance at her eyes told him it would be useless. Sighing he succumbed, “Can we turn the heat up a bit then?”

Wanda agreed with that request wholeheartedly.

After eating, he found his jeans in the piles of laundry and threw them into the first load he washed. While the washer was busy he decided to scrub the bathroom floor. On hands and knees he scrubbed until Mrs. Garner came in. As she walked to the sink, he could see the front of her dress tenting out from an unchecked erection.

Cheeks red with shame at the effect his attire had on his employer, he lowered his eyes and finished his task. He counted the moments till he could move his jeans to the dryer and soon be wearing them.

His hopes were dashed as the entire washer load emerged full of holes.

“I don’t understand it. It looks like they were destroyed by acid.” He shook his head as he tossed the ruined clothes in the trash.

Wanda just shook her head and quickly turned away.

No other load of wash was adversely effected that day. He had gotten used to the ease of movement afforded by wearing only a shirt when his thoughts were interrupted while making the beds.

Suddenly he was pushed forward and Mrs. Garner whispered in his ear, “You really look nice in just a shirt like that, Bradley.”

He caught himself with his arms but as he was doing so the older woman expertly slid his panties down to his ankles. He could feel the earlier seen hard-on pressing between his trembling thighs.

Unable to resist, he moved one leg enough to slip out of his underwear, then moved them apart and bent forward.

The gasps this time were in unison.

Each day brought more attention from the dual endowed woman. Bradley never knew when she would appear. He could be anywhere in the house and she would find him, slide her rigid cock into his feminine regions and bring them both to orgasm. He might be on his knees, on his back, or even on his side on the couch. It was always unexpected, embarrassing and climactic.

He grew accustomed to having panties that were constantly soaked with her cum. He changed them as many as 4 times a day and had to wash a load of panties and delicates every day.

After a week of this, he awoke to find his panties were gone. As he descended the stairs to take his place at the table, he could see the I impish grin on Wanda’s face. He also noted the outline of her cock pressing against the fabric from inside her dress.

“I suppose my panties are in the wash?” he inquired.

Mrs. Garner nodded.

“If I wash them, will they be wearable? Or just ruined?”

“Probably ruined,” she mused, avoiding eye contact.

He sat on the cold chair, the hem of his flannel shirt only covering half of his ass. It was going to be a long day.

Longer than he thought.

By the end of the day, he had been fucked 4 times by the horny hermaphrodite. No place was safe. Mopping in the entry area, folding in the laundry room or trying to pee on the toilet.

The “woman” was insatiable. Day after day the activity increased and Bradley resigned himself to having streams of semen rolling down his thighs. Only once she had taken him one final time in bed did he have peace.

It would all begin again as soon as he finished breakfast.

Until he had been living there for over a month, when he woke and did not feel very good.

That morning she found him bent over the toilet heaving his dinner. Even he had thought he would be safe in this position.

He was not.

She slid behind him and stuffed his exposed cunny full of her meat. There was nothing he could do but grip the bowl tighter and feel its entrance as she pressed the bulging head against his tender cervix.

All chance of any pleasure were erased as she whispered, “I think we have succeeded in stopping those nasty periods…at least for nine months, dear.”