Changing Roles
Chapter 1

The internet busts of the 1990’s resulted in some interesting
changes to family life as former millionaires struggled to find
new jobs among the “riff-raff” they formerly shunned. Hot shot 30
year old wiz kids suddenly found themselves unemployed, and in
many cases unemployable. The talents that made them instant
millionaires all of a sudden made getting a job next to
impossible. Some had no talents at all other than programming or
being “idea” men. Such was the case of our subject family - the
Reeds of Silicon Valley, California.

The Reed family consisted of father Don, mother Jean, daughter
Kim, and son Kenny. Don, now 32, was one of those computer
programming geniuses who made millions virtually overnight before
they were 30 years old. His wife Jean, age 31, was his high
school sweetheart. A pleasant and intellectually brilliant girl,
though a plain one, Jean was the perfect match for Don, also a
plain looking guy who happened to be short of stature and not
very muscular. In other words - he was a geek - not a jock in
school. Virtually ignored by the cute girls, and a magnet to
girls like Jean who valued brains more than brawn.

Like many of his peers, Don had let his hair grow long, mainly
because he had little concern for his looks and less for the
effort needed to maintain himself. Jean tried to help with little
success. She constantly was after him to shampoo his shoulder
length hair, get his small framed body in shape, and generally
pay some attention to himself. Since Jean was not a raving
beauty, and in fact rather butch herself, she did not make a
great impact on Don. But for whatever reason they fell in love
and shortly after Don got his first big money ob he proposed to
Jean and they got married. It was a lavish affair, depicting the
enormous wealth Don had already acquired in his short career, and
before he started his own company.

Within 2years Don started his internet company. Within another
year he went public. His IPO brought him wealth beyond his
wildest dreams overnight. While his mid six figure salary in his
first job was nothing to sneeze at for a 21 year old - the
millions he made now changed his and Jeans life forever. They
could now afford to do anything they dreamed of, start the family
they longed for, and generally live life to the fullest with only
the best of everything.

Within another year they had the family they wanted - twins. A
boy and a girl so beautiful everyone wondered if the hospital
made a mistake at delivery. Except for their genitalia, the two
babies were for all intents and purposes identical, with blonde
hair, long eyelashes, and well shaped bodies. That became even
more apparent as they grew up and started school.

Facially, Kim and Ken were virtually identical from their cute
button noses to their beautiful blonde hair. The only difference
there was the way they wore it. Kim wore her hair in a perfectly
cut chin length bob, while Ken wore his in the current fashion -
almost the same length as his sister, but unstyled. Both were
straight A students in grammar school. But like his father, Ken
was not at all athletic, and like her mom Kim was not at all
“girly”. Kim was the athlete, and Ken was the sensitive one. But
Kim, like her mom, had a secret. Even her brother didn’t know she
too was a hermaphrodite. This set the stage for the biggest
change to affect the family after the internet bust. The kids
were 16 at the time.
Before the bust….

Unbeknownst to their kids, Don and Jean shared a number of long
held kinks and feelings. Primary among them was role changing -
something they mutually discovered early in their marriage. Jean
had a number of personality quirks that were difficult for her to
reconcile, as did Don. Their life was filled with stress and they
needed ways to reduce it to a manageable level. Some might
consider their solution odd, but to them it made perfect sense
and fit their personalities perfectly.

Dons need was for contact. He loved to be touched, stroked,
pampered and fussed over -generally a feminine trait. Jean, on
the other hand, had a need to control or direct others - normally
a male trait. They arrived at the key to their situation quite by
accident, but knew instantly that they found the key to their
happiness - they played role change games.

Initially, their games consisted only of situational changes.
Jean would control and direct the home environment, and Don would
receive the pampering he needed from Jean. The children did not
notice anything unusual going on, because many of their friends
came from families where the mother ruled the roost. That was
soon to change as their parents needs to relax passed the point
where simple role games no longer satisfied them as the stress of
being internet millionaires drastically increased. There was the
night, for example, when Kim got out of bed near midnight and saw
her mother and father on the den couch in a passionate embrace.
It would not have caused any confusion except for the fact that
her mom was wearing her dads pajamas, and her dad was wearing her
moms negligee. Worse, she noted, her moms short brown hair was
slicked back like a mans, she wore no makeup, and she had a very
unusual bulge in the crotch of her pajamas. Her father, on the
other hand, was fully made up as a woman! She stood in shock
watching them from the upstairs landing as her mother removed a
bath towel from her fathers head - letting  his shoulder length,
freshly washed and conditioned hair tumble around his shoulders.
She watched in fascination  as her father sat on a stool in front
of his wife and she gently combed the tangles from his hair while
complimenting her “husband” on his pretty hair and makeup.

Her father fairly glowed as his wife whispered “you look
beautiful tonight, Donna. You did a wonderful job on your makeup,
and your new outfit looks so sexy on you. We are going to have
such fun relaxing together. I have the prettiest wife in town!”

“Wife?”, “Donna?”, thought Kim to herself. Her mother referred to
her father as her wife?

She heard her father sigh “thank you John -  you are the best
husband in the world!”

Kim wondered what was going on. Her mother was calling her father
Donna, and her father was calling his wife John. They were
wearing what she figured were each others clothes, and they
seemed perfectly comfortable and relaxed doing so.

She considered waking Ken, but decided to watch her parents play
alone for the present. It got more interesting very soon. As she
watched in amazement, her mother began putting rollers in her
fathers hair. Her father in fact handed the rollers to his wife
from a large basket between his legs when she asked for one. Soon
his head was covered with rollers, and her fathers face fairly
glowed in pleasure. Between the rollers and makeup, her father
looked more like a woman than a man, while her mother looked for
all the world like her father did when he went to work, except
for the shorter hair.

Kim heard her mother whisper “pose for me, my darling wife.” She
saw her father rise from the stool and begin to float around the
room in front of her mother in his beautiful negligee and high
heeled slippers - his hair in neat rows of rollers, and his face
expertly made up like a fashion model. He looked, she thought to
herself, more beautiful than her mother, or even some of her
friends mothers. She shivered involuntarily as she watched her
father looking and acting like a woman. Kim found herself getting
hot and damp in her crotch, and her breathing came faster and
faster. She again considered waking her brother, but was unsure
how he would react to seeing his father and role model dressed
like a woman. So she sat and watched.

Soon she heard her mom say softly, “Donna, dear, I think your
hair should be dry by now. Come here and let me take your hair
down. Then you can go and get dressed pretty for me. We have a
few hours before the kids are up for school. I’ll get them off in
the morning and you can stay in the guest bedroom so you don’t
have to change again.”

Obediently, her father floated over to her mom and again sat on
the stool. Her mother and father both were smiling and talking
softly to each other as “John” removed the rollers from “Donna’s”
hair - complimenting “her” on how soft and pretty “her” hair was.
Her dad looked perfectly content and happy as he sat there
talking lovingly to his wife. Kim also noticed that her dads
fingernails had been extended and beautifully polished a deep and
sexy red to match his lipstick, as had his toenails.

Soon, her fathers hair hung in pretty curls to his shoulders. She
watched as he tossed his hair to and fro as he and her mom both
smiled brightly.

“Such beautiful hair, Donna. I wish mine was as pretty and
manageable as yours.”

“Thank you, John”, her father replied. “I owe it all to you. I
thank God every day for bringing you into my life and making me
your wife. Please brush out my hair? I love it when my husband
pampers me so.”

With that, John took a very expensive hairbrush and began
brushing out Donna’s curls until her hair shone like silk. John
styled it in a very sexy look, put down the hairbrush and used
his fingers to tousle Donna’s beautiful hair and give it volume.

“Bend over and toss your hair over your head, darling”, John
whispered. Donna  bent at the waist and smiled as she lifted her
hair so it hung over her face. John then used his fingers like a
comb.

“Okay, darling, back you go” John whispered, and Donna sat back
and flipped her hair back over her head where it fell in gorgeous
waves round her face and shoulders.

Kim watched fascinated as her father turned around to face his
wife. He looked absolutely gorgeous! Her parents embraced and
kissed deeply before her mother pushed her father back and
whispered “go dress pretty for me, darling. I will put on
something appropriate, too.” They stood up and walked hand in
hand towards the stairs and upward. Kim had to beat a hasty
retreat less she was discovered. She did not want to consider the
repercussions if her parents knew she was watching their games.
But she was too late.

Her parents stopped in their tracks when they saw the figure dart
back into the shadows of the landing.

“I think we have been found out, darling” she heard her father
whisper. Strangely, he did not sound very upset by the fact that
his daughter had seen him as a woman, and her mother as a man. In
fact it was something of a relief.

The truth comes out ….

“Mom … Dad … what’s going on?” Kim asked quietly. “Why are you
dressed in each others clothes?”

“Well sweetie”, her father said, “it’s a long story. I hope you
will understand why we do this - and have done it since before
you and Ken were born. But I will tell you that I’m not wearing
your moms clothes, and she isn’t wearing mine.”

Glancing at his wife, he said “I guess we should retire to the
guest room, darling, and try to explain this to our daughter?”
Then turning again to Kim he said “Sweetheart … are you
uncomfortable seeing your dad like this? Would you prefer I
change before we talk? What about Ken … do you think we should
wake him and explain this to both of you together? I don’t know
if he will understand this as well as a girl would.”

Kim looked at her parents carefully and noticed they didn’t
appear to be nervous about being seen at all, nor about having
their son see them as well. In fact they both looked entirely at
ease. The stress she normally saw in them was gone. They both
glowed in their current roles. She was fascinated and wanted to
know more.

“No dad,  I’m okay. You and mom seem to be comfortable so it’s
not a problem, although if you really intend to bring Kenny into
this I might consider putting something more casual on.”

Don noticed there was a slight smile on his daughters face, and
he was thankful Kim was such an understanding young woman. He had
a feeling that the years of hiding would soon be over. He looked
at his adoring wife.

“Darling … it appears our daughter is not only a beautiful young
woman but a perceptive and worldly one to boot. Can I suggest
that Kim goes and wakes her brother while we retire to the guest
room and change into something a bit more appropriate before we
explain all this to our kids? Maybe we should keep them home from
school today so they have more time to digest what they will
hear?”
“I think that’s a fine idea, darling. I have a feeling Kim will
understand better than Kenny will. It will be difficult for him
to see his father in his new role for a while.”

“What do you mean ‘new role’, mom? What is happening?”

“Go wake your brother, sweetheart, then the two of you com to the
guest room - our private room - and we’ll try to explain. It may
be difficult for all of us, but it’s time we faced this head on …
no more hiding.”

Kim nodded her head and went off to wake her brother, while Don
and Jean walked slowly to their private room. Not their regular
bedroom, but what the kids always knew as the “guest room”, where
they were never to enter. She and her brother had noted that
their parents had spent more and more of their time inside that
room. She wondered now what she would see when she entered,
finally, the forbidden space. She wondered how her brother would
handle this. Would their dad still be dressed like a woman when
they next saw them? What would Kenny think if he was?

Don and Jean walked slowly down the long hallway to the guest
room - really a suite of rooms. They knew their life was now
going to change forever. They had dreamed of this day - and
dreaded this day - for many years. It was finally going to
happen.

“We better hurry and change, darling”, Jean said softly. “I’m
going to put on some casual slacks and a shirt for the occasion.
I suggest something simple and casual for you as well? Kenny will
probably take this hard - we don’t want to make it more difficult
for him by dressing too flamboyantly.”

Jean walked to her closet/dressing room while Don walked into his
- the larger of the two. Jean gathered up a pair of khaki
Dockers, a smart cotton shirt, and a full set of underwear and
socks. Men’s underwear. She sat at her dressing bench and removed
her pajama top. She then stood and slowly faced her wall mirror
as she slipped the bottoms off. She stood and glanced wistfully
at her image in the mirror. Her secret - known only to her
husband and her parents - was soon o be revealed to her children.
She ran her hands over her chest, and the nipples that were all
that remained of her formerly 32B breasts. She had them removed
on their last vacation in Mexico and the kids never noticed
thanks to the horrendously expensive breast forms she normally
wore - the same ones her husband now wore when they were alone in
the evenings or on vacation. That would soon change, too, when he
had the implants he had dreamt about for so long. Te hormones he
had been taking secretly for the past year had helped but both of
them wanted much larger boobs to play with.

When she stood and slipped her bottoms off her second - and most
personal - secret revealed itself. Her cock. Actually, her clit,
but that was a moot point since she also had a vagina. What was
unusual about her clit was that it was nearly as big as her
husbands cock - to their great delight. For most of her life she
hid her secret from everyone. She never went to the beach or
pools with friends, never let a male friend touch her below the
waist, never wore clothes that had any chance of revealing her
most special secret. Only her parents knew she was a
hermaphrodite until the day she entrusted Don with her secret. It
was never an issue between them, and certainly hadn’t interfered
with her becoming pregnant - although her first visit to a
gynecologist brought about some head scratching. She should not
have been able to get pregnant, but she had. The delivery would
be something of a problem, but nothing a C-Section could not
resolve. She had been covered with a sheet before any of the
nurses had seen anything “unusual” about the expectant mother.
But that was in the past - the future called her and her husband
to their destinies.

Don stood in front of his wall mirror in the larger dressing
room/closet. He tossed his hair and felt the breasts emerging
from his chest. He could hardly wait until the day was done and
he could visit his plastic surgeon to get his implants. The
hormones were not doing enough for his liking. He heard his wife
ask if he was almost ready and said he needed 10 minutes or so,
then he slipped out of the negligee and walked naked to his
extensive closet. It was perfectly arranged like you would expect
of a math genius. Sections dedicated to casual clothes … skirts,
blouses, dresses by the dozens, hung by groups. Drawers filling
to overflowing with panties, bras, corsets, girdles, stockings,
etc. Shelves filled with sweaters, scarves and the like. An
entire wall filled with dressy dresses - cocktail dresses, gowns,
suits galore. More clothes than most women could dream about. But
money wasn’t an issue with the Reeds, since there were more
millions in the bank. And shoes! There must be 100 or so pairs of
shoes. Heels, flats, dressy boots of every color and style. Of
course his wife took what she wanted, since they were exactly the
same size. She occasionally borrowed one of his dresses or other
outfits too - again because they wore the same size in clothing
as well. How fortuitous! On another wall stood a glass enclosed
case full to overflowing with some of the most beautiful - and
expensive - 100% European human hair wigs you could imagine.
Every color and style, all professionally styled and maintained.
Most cost upwards of $1000, but it was money well spent for they
were for all intents and purposes undetectable when worn. Natural
hairlines intended to be attached to the skin with gum adhesive
and blended with makeup. Here was no chance of an accident or
inadvertent pull displacing the wigs. Special solvent was needed
to remove the glue so they could be removed. Don didn’t use them
as much now that his own hair had grown in, but during lay with
his wife either he or she would occasionally wear one -
especially when a casual or very dressy outfit called for
something more or a different color than his natural dark brown
hair.

Quickly, Don selected a light cotton casual skirt, knee length,
madras plaid. Walking to the blouses area, he selected a
collared, sleeveless, white cotton shell. From his underwear
drawers he removed a pair of plain white silk panties and
matching bra, a white garter belt, and pair of sheer “nude”
sandal foot stockings. Lastly, he selected a pair of white sling
back sandals.
Walking back to his dressing room he slipped into his undies,
skirt, and then slipped on the blouse and tucked it in. He made
sure everything hung properly, because he didn’t want to be seen
less than perfectly dressed. He slipped his sandals on over his
stockinged feet and stood in front of his mirror for a final
check. Suddenly remembering he wasn’t wearing any jewelry, he
selected a pair of diamond stud earrings from his vast collection
and inserted them into the disguised piercing in his ears. A
plain diamond pendant followed, and a simple diamond ring and
wedding band on his left hand completed his outfit - an just in
time as he heard a gentle knock at the door announcing the
arrival of his children.

Jean appeared at his door t say she would let the kids in and
would call him when she had prepared Ken.
“You look lovely, dear”, she whispered.

“And you look very handsome, darling” he replied with a smile on
his face. “I’ll be waiting to make my entrance. You realize there
is no going back now, don’t you, my love?”

“Yes darling” she whispered, but it’s time. We have waited so
long and I’m sick of hiding. The kids will be shocked, but they
will handle it - they’re great kids.” Turning to answer the door
she looked back over her shoulder and giggled “perhaps something
a little less girly with the hair for the moment, dear?”

Don gazed at his image in the mirror. He didn’t even think about
his hair while he dressed - the style was one he preferred, and
very girly it was with al the lustrous curls and waves about his
face and shoulders. Maybe it was more than his son could handle -
as if seeing his dad dressed as a pretty woman wasn’t enough of a
shock. His daughter handled it well, since girls are generally
more receptive to such things. He was worried about Kenny,
though.

He picked up his brush and tried to smooth out some of the curls,
but there was little he could do now to make it look less girly.
He decided to just clip each side back with a pretty beret and be
done with it. Once his secret was out - and especially his wife’s
secret - it would not matter. He stood looking at himself in the
mirror as he waiting for his wife’s call.

The kids learn the secrets and face the future …

Jean answered the door, opened it and stood quietly as Kenny’s
mouth fell open. He looked at her quizikly and then at his sister
next to him. Kim just nodded and gently lead him into the room.
He turned and stared at his mother and looked up and down.

“Mother? Why are you dressed in dads clothes? What’s going on?
Kim told me you and dad needed to talk to us, but what …? Where
is dad?”

“Everything in time, sweetheart” , she whispered, “and these are
not your fathers clothes - they’re mine. Honey … your sister has
an idea what is going on because your dad and I got careless
tonight. It’s no longer possible to hide this from you kids, and
I think you’re old enough to know the truth and be able to handle
it. At least I hope so. Please sit and let me start to explain
before your dad joins us.”

“Kim …. I imagine you think you know what’s going on with your
dad and me. You think we were just playing fun games tonight, am
I right?”

“Yes, mom …. I … ah… that is ….”

“It’s okay, dear. I know it’s confusing, to say the least. You
thought we were playing some kind of sex game or role playing.
Well, it goes beyond that. WAY beyond that. Now depending on how
you look at things that can either be good or bad. Dad and I hope
and pray you can make some good come of it, because our sanity
depends on it.”
Jean looked calmly at the kids as they looked at each other and
back to their mom.
“Kim? ….. what…” whispered Kenny to his sister.

“Kenny … I thought I knew, but now I’m as confused as you are.”

The kids again turned to their mother and waited for her to say
something.

“Kids … this is not easy to say, and will probably be hard for
you to understand, but I’ll try and then your father will join
us. There will most likely be some embarrassment all around but
it has to be done once and for all.”

The kids held each others hands as if they suspected either their
mom or dad had a fatal illness and were about to get the bad
news. In a way that was not far from fact.

Jean sighed and took a deep breath before saying softly … “Okay -
here we go ….

Kids … do I look very peaceful and relaxed in these clothes? I
hope so, because I am .It’s a part of me I covered for a long
time. Only your father knew besides your grandparents. The fact
is I am partly male….”

Kim cut her off …”Yes mom - we learned in biology class that all
men and women have chromosomes of both sexes, but one is primary.
So you and daddy are just getting in touch with your other side,
right?”

“What are you talking about, Kim? What did you find out tonight?”
Kenny asked.

Kim looked at her mom - who nodded okay - and then at her
brother. Kenny … I got up a while ago for some water and to go to
the bathroom. I heard some talking down stairs ad assumed mom and
dad were watching a movie or something. Well, they were, sort of,
but also making out. The thing was …. Mom? (who nodded yes again)
… well … they were wearing each others night clothes.”

Kenny looked at his sister and mother questioningly. “What do you
mean .. wearing each others clothes.”

“Open your eyes, Kenny … what is mom wearing now? She was wearing
a pair of men’s pajamas.”

“And dad..?” Kenny asked in amazement …”Dad was wearing a pair of
moms pajamas?”

“Not exactly, Ken - he was wearing a gorgeous night gown. And …
mom? (again she nodded to continue) … Kenny, daddy was wearing
makeup and mommy was curling his hair. Actually, he looked
beautiful.”

“Get out of here!”, Kenny yelled. “You have to be kidding me! Dad
would never dress up like a woman - he’s not queer or anything!”

Jean took Kenny’s hand. “No dear - your dad is NOT queer. Let me
try to explain better.”

“Kids … you might not remember because you were so young, but
before he sold his company he was under an unbelievable amount of
pressure in his jobs. He was close to a total breakdown more than
once. Now … your dad and I both have certain things we need in
our lives to be able to function. Unfortunately it took me a long
time … TOO long … to recognize what your dad needed. Unlike most
men, your dad needed to be papered, and touched, and understood.
His needs - which I resisted for too long - were those most women
ask for. If I didn’t know your father since high school I would
have been scared to reach out to his needs. I thank God now that
I did, because I think it may have saved his sanity and maybe his
life … because your dad has a very strong feminine side.”

“That’s right, kids”, Don said as he walked into the room.
Kenny’s and Kim’s jaws dropped when they saw their father dressed
totally like a woman. Hair, makeup, clothes …. He looked
gorgeous! He walked so easily in his heels, and spread his skirt
under him before sitting next to his wife. “Your mom is correct.
I was heading for a breakdown and your mother - my dear wife -
saved me.”

Don leaned in and kissed his wife tenderly on the lips as she
smiled lovingly at his and brushed his hair off his face. “You
look lovely, Donna” she whispered. “Thank you, John.” He answered
softly. The kids could only stare at their parents, unable to
talk. They merely looked at each other and then at their parents
before Kim spoke.

“Mommy? Daddy? This isn’t a kinky game, is it?” she asked, matter
of factly.

“No, it’s not, Kim” her father spoke softly. “One night after a
particularly bad day, your mother and I had a terrible fight.
Neither of us at that time understood the others needs. I was not
a good husband to your mother, I’m sorry to admit. My mind was
focused entirely on making money. I thought that’s what husbands
did - make money - and nothing else mattered.”

Jean looked at him with loving eyes. “Go on, darling - you’re
doing fine.”

“Kenny, this will probably be more difficult for you because of
the father/son mystique, so I hope you can give your dad the
benefit of the doubt.”

He rose from his wife’s side and sat next to his son. With some
resistance, he took Kenny’s hand and held it in his beautifully
manicured fingers and held it in his skirted lap.

“Son …. I was never sure your mother loved me or not. That’s not
easy for me to say, especially right in front of her, but it’s
true. I could never understand why she didn’t see what it was I
needed from her, or why she didn’t see the real me I tried so
hard to conceal.”

Kenny sat with his eyes cast downward, unable to look his
“father” in the eyes. He was so upset over seeing his father
dressed so beautifully as a woman that it was simply beyond his
ability to accept.

“Son…” he began again, and he ran his long red nails through his
sons hair , “please try to understand.” he said softly. “This is
more difficult for me than it is you, I swear it.”

Kenny turned his head an looked closely at his fathers face. A
tear fell down his cheek. “Okay, dad. This is just so hard!”

“I know, son” Don whispered, and again ran his fingers through
his sons hair. He slid closer to his son and put his arm around
his shoulders, pulling him close. He was amazed but pleased to
see his son rest his head against his shoulder. Kenny’s hand
squeezed his free hand tightly.

“I love you, dad. Please tell me why this is happening?”

Now a tear fell down Dons cheek after hearing his son say he
loved him.

“God, Kenny - I wish I knew, but I don’t. It just happened and
I’ve been trying to deal with it since you and your sister were
children. Thank God for your mother or I surely would have killed
myself.”

Dons fingers lovingly caressed his sons hair at the back of his
neck, and Kenny cuddled closer to his father. Jean had already
gone to sit next to Kim, and together they smiled at the sight of
father and son hugging each other. Kim had said many times that
Kenny was not connected to his father and needed to be. Girls
seem to have an innate sense about such things. She glanced at
her mom, asking without saying anything if she had a secret as
well. Jean sensed that and simply nodded yes to her daughter.

“Kenny … that night I nearly broke down, your mother sensed
something in me that I had tried to deny a long time. I was out
of control sobbing and begging for understanding. Son, I hated
what I was, and what I had to pretend to be. You’ve seen I did
basically nothing around here a man and husband should do. Your
mother did everything I should have done. The truth is I didn’t
know how to do a man’s work. I never had to. All I ever did was
think. Come up with ideas. That was my job and my life. But in
order to function, I also needed continuous reinforcement. I
needed to be touched, and held. I needed to know I was loved. I
needed to be directed and told what I needed to do. Basically, I
needed the kinds of things most women needed. Your mother, on the
other hand, needed none of that. Your mother goes about things
much like a man does. She seems to know what has to be done and
just does it. Unlike most women, she doesn’t need to be told
she’s loved all the time, and other female traits. Anyway, your
mother cuddled me, and whispered over and over that she loved and
needed me. She kissed me and hugged me, and I began to regain
control. What she did was treat me like a husband was supposed to
treat his wife - only I was the wife and she the husband. It
dawned on us both that we both were in the wrong role in our
marriage. I was more comfortable doing the role of the wife and
she the husband.”

Ken looked at his dad with a glimmer of understanding. “You want
to be a girl, dad? Like one of those guys in the movies who dress
like women?”

Don laughed softly. “I wish it was that simple, son. It’s not.
No, I don’t want to go around dressed like a woman. That would
probably be the easier way out. No son - I don’t want to act like
a woman … I want … I NEED ..,. to BE a woman.”

Don now had his son and daughters undivided attention.

“Kids”, he said, “I have already started - with your mothers
complete agreement - the process of becoming a woman. I have been
taking hormones for almost 2 years now and have been seeing a
team of doctors. So has your mom, which we will get into shortly.
Now that this is out in the open, I want you both to know that
your mother and I have agreed to go ahead fully with the process.
She has already made an appointment with a plastic surgeon, who
will give me breast implants and some cosmetic work on my face to
make me look more feminine. He will also do a reduction on my
larynx to get rid of that bump men have. You haven’t noticed
because of my shirts, but I already have 34B breasts. Looking at
his daughter he laughed “the same size as you, Kimmie!” But your
mom likes big boobs, so I will soon be a 40C!”

The kids stared at there mother as she sat there with a devilish
grin on her face. “Mom? You WANT daddy to be a girl and have big
boobs?”

“Yes, kids” she laughed. “A man always wants his wife to have big
boobs!”

“But mommy” Kim said softly … “you’re not a man - you’re a
woman!”

Taking a deep breath, Jean said “well kids, here’s the thing ….In
a way, I AM a man - or partly, anyway. That’s another thing we’ve
kept hidden since I was little. Your dad knows and your
grandparents of course know.”

“Know what, mom? If you’re a man, we must be adopted! A man can’t
have children!”

“Oh no, kids - you are definitely not adopted! I am your real mom
and dad is your real dad. The doctors can’t explain how I got
pregnant, but I did and I carried you for 9 months.  See you are
both confused. This is a confusing day, so just listen to MY
story this time.”

Kim and Kenny now sat together with confused looks on their
faces.

Don spoke first. “Kids, have either of you ever heard the term
hermaphrodite?”

Both shook their heads no.

“Well, as your mom will explain in more detail, she is one. A
hermaphrodite is someone who has the genitalia of both sexes.”

The kids now stared open mouthed at their mom. This was getting
too much to handle. First their dad was becoming a woman, and now
they find out their mom is half man, half woman? This was getting
just too weird.

“That’s right, kids,” Jean said softly, “I have a vagina like a
woman, but I also have a penis. I was born that way and nobody
but your dad and grandparents know except of course the doctor
who delivered you. Even his nurses don’t know.”

Ken spoke next. “So what you’re telling us is that dad is going
to be a woman, and mom is going to be a man, is that right?”

Don poke …”More or less, kids. Mom and I haven’t yet decided if I
will have my penis removed and a vagina constructed. Since your
mom has a penis and a vagina, well ….”

“DADDY!!!”, Kim yelled.

“Well kids, that’s how life is sometimes. We can each be what the
other needs at the time.”

“Wait a minute, now” Kim said. “Mom has both a vagina and a
penis, so you can … you know … do her as a man or woman. Okay …
but you only have a ….. oh no …”

“Yes, Kim.” Her father almost giggled, “she can do me back there
if she wants to - or I want her to.”

Kenny suddenly looked up in recognition. “In your ass, dad?!
Mommy will put her penis in your ass?”

“Sure honey,” Jean laughed. “Your dad has taken me there many
times and it’s very nice if done right. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Absolutely, darling” Don giggled girlishly.

The kids noticed right away that their parents had become more
confident in their new roles right before their eyes. Their dad
flirted girlishly with their mom, and their mom took control of
the situation as if she was the man.

Jean sat beside her daughter again while Kenny sat beside his
father and again held hands and cuddled against his shoulder. He
was obviously a lot more comfortable with the situation than he
let on. Kim, in the meantime, sat with her arms around her
mothers neck.

“Kim darling”, mom said, “you understand this a lot better than
your brother, don’t you? You should, anyway. Maybe it’s time to
tell all the family secrets? Does your brother know?

Ken looked at his gorgeous sister. “Tell me what, sis? What now!
I can’t take much more of this!”

“Maybe you should just get it over with and show your brother,
darling” Jean whispered with a laugh. “In for a penny - in for a
pound, they say!”

“Mom!” Kim said uneasily, “he’s my brother!”
“Yes dear - he is” said Jean, “but he will know eventually.”

“Okay, mother. If you and daddy insist”, and she stood up and
unbuttoned her pajama bottom. She had never worn a girly night
gown. Her brother was staring at her and his parents in amazement
that his sister was about to undress in front of him. For years
he had wondered what his beautiful sister looked like unclothed.
A 16 year old boy wonders what pussy looks like, no matter whose
pussy it is. If that pussy is his sisters - who is one of the
most gorgeous girls he had ever seen … so much the better. His
father - or was it mother now? - sat back smiling and egging his
daughter on. His mother … father? …was actively assisting his
sisters undressing. Standing between her parents, Kim unbuttoned
and removed her pajama top, leaving only a short chemise top
covering her 38B breasts, to her brothers disappointment. He had
hoped to see his sister totally naked.

With a nervous sigh, his sister let her pajama bottoms fall from
her hand to the floor, where she stepped out of them. His sisters
awesome legs opened, and Kenny gasped.

“Holy shit!”

His sister had a cock! She, like her mother, was a hermaphrodite!

Twists and turns ….

“Waaaait a minute,” Kenny moaned, “we’re twins! How can Kim be a
hermaphrodite like mom if we’re twins? Wouldn’t that mean that I
….. oh no …”

Don squeezed Kenny’s hand tightly again and ran his fingers
through his sons hair gently. “We don’t know yet, son, but it’s
possible you are like me and have excessive female chromosomes.
We will need to have you examined to be sure, but I think we can
be fairly sure that is the case. Your build is more feminine than
masculine, as everyone has noticed for a long time, your features
and especially your hair are very feminine. Your sister has
always been beautiful but you are even more so.”

“But I don’t want to be a girl, dad!” Kenny wailed, burying his
face in his fathers bosom.

“Son … you are so much like me. You need to be touched and
comforted. You like your hair long and soft. E see this in you
all the time. Your mannerisms tend to be feminine much of the
time, despite trying to hide it. Son … don’t make your life hell
like mine was. Give in to your softer side and enjoy your gift.”

“Daddy is right, Ken”, Kim said softly. She joined her brother on
the couch next to her father and took her brothers free hand.
“You know I’m more butch than you are. Neither one of us has
enjoyed living up to our role in life. I hate girly things!  Hate
having to wear dresses and makeup, and having to do my hair all
the time. That’s why I got mommy to go along with getting it cut,
and wearing pants most of the time. And you …. You love to see
girls all dressed up pretty with pretty hair and makeup. You hate
to see me in pants, doing guys things. And what about the time I
dressed you up in my clothes ….”
“KIM! That was supposed to be a secret! Why are you telling this
in front of mom and dad!”

“Oh Kenny - I told mommy about that a long time ago and she was
fine with it. Obviously we now know why, don’t we daddy? The fact
is, you had a fun time with me. It was obvious to me you were
aroused by wearing my pretty clothes and having me make you up
and do your hair in curlers.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, dear” Don whispered to his son. “I
understand completely. And besides - we knew something was going
on because of the curl in your normally straight hair. You can’t
brush curl out that fast - it has to be shampooed out. And there
was still a hint of mascara on your eyes the rest of the day. I
have to tell you, though, that your mom and I thought you looked
adorable.

So, my son …. would you like to join me on this adventure? Kim
has already told us that she would prefer to live the male role
like your mother. It will be very easy for all this to happen
since you are twins. All we need to do is change roles and names
- everything else would be a natural swap nobody would be likely
to take note of. If you agree, Kim will start dressing more girly
for a while so the transfer would be natural. We don’t have to
worry about schools since we can well afford to have you both
tutored. We will put you on hormones right away and you look so
feminine already not a soul would notice the two of you changing
roles. What do you say? Kim has an entire dressing room full of
girly clothes and things, makeup she has never used, sexy undies,
etc. All you kids have to do is change rooms!

“Come on, Kenny” Kim whispered. “You know you want to do this!
Whatever you decide, I am going to start living as your brother …
mom and dad already told me I could. It will be so much easier
for me and the family if you just go along and take my place as
the girl! Please, Kenny?”

“Kim is right, dear”, Jean said gently. Daddy and I are
definitely going to take each others place in the family and
sexually. It would be easier if you and Kim swapped genders
rather than trying to explain how our twin son and daughter are
now twin boys. But it’s your decision, Kenny. We won’t pressure
you either way.”

Kenny gazed into his fathers eyes, then at the expectant
expressions on his mother and sisters faces. It was really a
no-brainer, in thinking about it. He had those feelings for a
long time and didn’t quite know how to handle them, and he dare
not talk to his father about them - at least his father prior to
how he looked at this moment.

“Yes”, he whispered. His family wasn’t quite sure what he said
and asked him to say again.

“I said yes … YES … I’ll do it!” and threw his arms around his
beautiful father.

continued ...............


  
changing roles