Love Is Grand

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Love Is Grand
by Annabelle

PREFACE

Retired and independently wealthy, 60 year old Stan Berman discovered he had only 12-18 months to live due to a rare neurological syndrome that would sap his strength and motor skills, but the symptoms would not onset for at least a year. The widower’s only family was his devoted son Patrick and grandson Michael.

A life-long cross dresser, Stan confided in his kin that he wanted to live as a woman for a year, and if they joined him, they would inherit the entire estate.

3 months later, “East Coast socialite” Sarah Berman moved to a luxury condo in Beverly Hills with her daughter Pamela and granddaughter Madeline.

“And in 18 months,” Sarah thought to herself, “My doctors will realize that the diagnosis was wrong! It won’t matter — my girls and I will be too busy shopping, partying, and chasing men to care!”

ABOUT 18 MONTHS LATER

Pamela seethed with rage at her former father’s confession to cooking up the whole “I have a fatal illness — let’s all live as sexy women” story.

Madeline simply dabbed away her tears.

“How could Granddad — or Grandma, since she’s happy being a woman now — do this to us? Why did she lie to us? Just so we could all share a makeup mirror?” Maddie sniffed.

“He — she — whatever did this out of pure selfishness,” Pam tersely replied. “If he wants to wear panties and kiss men for the rest of his or her life, fine… but why pull us into it? I was born a male, just like you, and now… look at us! We sure don’t look like men now!”

“No, Patrick, Michael, you look like the two most beautiful females I have ever had the pleasure to call my daughter and granddaughter,” Sarah said calmly as she entered Pamela’s bedroom.

“You have every right to be angry with my deception. I really have no excuse, but if I can have five minutes to explain, if you are unsatisfied with my story, I will pay whatever it costs to return you both to your male lives — and no matter what, you will both inherit my estate, for I love you both very much,” Sarah spoke softly, dabbing at her eyes as her feelings for her family warmed their hardened hearts ever so slightly.

“As you have found out, all I have ever wanted to do was to become a woman, a beautiful woman who was feminine in every way — dressing in beautiful clothes, wearing lacey lingerie, primping in a mirror for hours, shopping for wonderfully chic designs. I also longed for the touch of a man — to be his lover, his partner, to share his bed, to please him in all the ways a woman can, and to receive his lust and desire. Thanks to modern marvels such as hormone therapy, plastic surgery, and even this new DNA therapy designed by a nu-woman named Dr. Melissa Feinberg, I can achieve these goals. But most of all, I wanted to be a mother, and every mother wants someday to be a grandmother. You two never knew the love of a female parent.”

“Oh Mom,” Pam cried — as Pat, he never knew his real mother, as she died during childbirth, “and I gladly accept you as my mother, and Mike would accept you as his grandmother, we love you! But why did you want us to become women too?”

“Because... because of Gus,” Sarah sighed. Gus Peterson was Stan’s financial advisor. He had made a killing in the stock market. Gus knew Stan before he became Sarah, and was the only person from their past that Pam and Maddie knew in Beverly Hills.

“Gus knew me as Sarah first — he saw me one day dressed up when I went out on the town before we moved to California. Fir five years I led him on, he thought I was a genetic woman. We became lovers, and never was once bothered that I was born a male. We’re going to be married in the fall. But early on, I had told him that the only family I had was a beautiful daughter who was a single mom herself raising an equally beautiful young girl. I did it so that if he tried to investigate me, he’d only find the two of you, and that would throw him off the path. But I didn’t count on wanting to spend the rest of my life with him… to be his woman…”

Madeline hugged Sarah. “Grandma, that’s a beautiful story. I know now why you smile so brightly when Mr. Gus comes by to talk about the investments. And I understand the reason behind the story — I think it’s kind of cute.”

“And I didn’t think you’d mind wearing dresses and makeup — you said as much in your blog, sweetie,” Sarah smiled.

Maddie gasped. “Nobody knew about that. And I only wanted to see what girls clothes felt like — not to be a girl.”

“Grandmothers know, baby”

“Michael… I had no idea,” Pamela gasped.

“I think our girl didn’t know herself, not until she began living as pretty teenage girl here in Beverly Hills. She was already very fair and pretty for a male — it’s a family trait, Pamela.”

Sarah then turned back to Madeline. “Dearest Madeline, do you know that you are probably the most beautiful 17 year old girl in Southern California? You wear only the finest in designer fashions, your figure is lithe with precious little curves, you carry yourself with grace and confidence women 10 years older often cannot pull off. There’s really only one ‘male’ characteristic you have left.”

Madeline blushed and looked down at her lap. “Sometimes, he.. reminds me that I’m still a… boy.”

“He, Madeline? Do you mean Kyle?” Sarah asked with a slightly wicked grin..

“Kyle,” Maddie breathlessly repeated his name.

She closed her eyes and thought back to their first date — her first date, as a girl at least. As a boy, Mike had only been only blind dates that could only be described as forgettable. There was no forgetting Kyle Machado, who only the coolest and hunkiest young star of that sitcom about the teenagers from the Midwest who were always quoting Shakespeare. Kyle had picked her up in his Porsche, they dined at Wolfgang’s, and danced the night away at the strip. Maddie shuddered as she remembered losing her will in his dark eyes, the taste of his tongue that slipped between her soft lips, and how her hormones raced as she pressed the newest gifts from grandmother — surgically enhanced breasts — against his muscular chest — as he caressed her chemically rounded seat.

Being so close, it would have been impossible for Maddie to notice that Kyle definitely had a male reaction to her. “I really turned him on,” Maddie said out loud to her elders, still in a romantic daze. “I wonder if he knows how turned on I…”

Maddie suddenly went ashen, and looked at Pam & Sarah fearfully.“Oh my God — Mom, Grandma, he… might really know I’m a…”

“Of course he knows, baby,” Sarah confessed.

Pam was stunned. “What do you mean, he knows, Mother? Are you saying Kyle Machado, Hollywood’s #1 is..”

“He’s shall we say… looking a for a date who can please him and yet not cost him millions of dollars in lucrative movie deals, Pamela. He appreciates loveliness in either gender, and your daughter and him look very fetching together.”

“He was talking about taking me to Paris when he starts shooting “Fox Hunt” this summer. I’d love to be able to take in the new season’s fashions and make the scene with him. Maybe even go to Cannes. But, I figured he’d want to .. You know..”

Sarah held Maddie’s shaking hands. “He does, sweetheart. And you should be with him. He told me yesterday that you are his dream girl. I think if you two end up a couple, it would blow Tom-Kat off the cover of People and EW!”

“Mother, how did you know that Kyle liked Mi-Madeline even though she is really a boy inside?”, Pamela asked.

“Well, Gus knew because Kyle had confided in Damon Kirkpatrick that he liked girls with something extra. Damon told Gus, and Gus tells me everything..”

Pamela was flabbergasted. “Damon knows? How in the hell is he involved with all this craziness?”

“Let’s just say that Gus, Kyle, and Damon all have similar interests, Pamela dear,” Sarah cooed with intent to her 38 year old son-daughter.

“Oh my.” Pam fretted nervously as her thoughts drifted back to a week ago.

In addition to her role as supporting Sarah’s social networking, and mentoring Maddie’s growth in a teen cutie, she had had incredible success in a field that she shunned back in the East because of the perception that interior decorators was not the most macho job a man could hold. Patrick had a natural gift for floral arrangements, color mixing, and Feng Shui, and when Pam (with Mom’s cash influx) opened her style boutique on Rodeo Dr, the buzz amongst the celebs was incredible.

One of Pam’s biggest projects involved Damon Kirkpatrick. Only the man behind New Horizon Films could afford the 32 room mansion in the Hills, and he basically gave Pam a blank check to redo the grand ballroom, screening room, and pool garden. Six months later, Damon’s post-Golden Globes party doubled as the grand unveiling of Pam’s work.

The notorious playboy image that Damon easily cultivated meant that he often would give her a wink, or hold her hand suggestively. Pam used her concentration on the task at hand to avoid eye contact with him, but at the party, Damon insisted on a dance followed by a champagne toast.

“I can see why women flock to him,” Pamela thought. “He’s so dashing and handsome…”

Damon took Pam to the balcony overlooking the LA Skyline. His hand pressed against the back of her strapless gown. She was shocked at how mesmerized she was; “It must be the Cristal,” she imagined, but whatever it was, she looked into his eyes, and her lips easily parted for his tongue. He ran his large hands down her back, slipping the strapless gown off her shoulders.

“No… I’m a man, a father, a son,” she thought in a panic, but as Damon’s mouth tasted her newly reshaped bosom, she shuddered and moaned in a way Patrick never had before..

“Thinking back to that night at the Golden Globes party, darling?” Sarah grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Pam held her head in her hands, wishing the desires that were ignited that night were simply a product of the fantasy world that she had been caught up in. She remembered the shivers, the caresses, the smell, the taste. The taste.

Maddie put her arm around her “Mom…. Did you… and Damon.. Did you…” Pam just whimpered and slumped her head on her child’s shoulder softly crying.

Sarah spoke in a soft, but very forecful voice. “You pleased your man, Pamela. And he pleased you. There’s no shame in that, darling. It’s not degrading to women, it’s the ultimate act of love and control that a woman can do for her man. If he’s the right man, he’ll give you that pleasure back. You’re a woman now, Pamela. Like daughter…” Sarah points to herself - “Like mother.” - then she looks and smiles at Maddie. “and like granddaughter.”

“How — how did you know?” the pretty teen choked back tears as she meekly whispered.

“Like I said — grandmothers know.”

THE NEXT SUMMER-

Three beautiful women — mother, daughter, granddaughter — all went on holiday in France. They spent their days shopping, going to fashion shows, having their hair and nails done, being seen. Men constant handed them business cards or slips of paper with phone numbers.

Whenever that happened, they would look at each other, laugh, and politely slip in into a trash receptacle. They were not in France searching for lovers. They brought theirs with them.

Young and pretty Madeline Berman, the most photographed young socialite due to her affair with hot actor Kyle Machado, was unafraid of the eyes of the paparazzi. They had caught her bare chested, cuddling with Kyle, as he pawed at the soft globes on her chest. She seemed to wink to the entranced cameramen then took his tongue out of her mouth — and then gently pushed his head into her towel covered lap.

The faces she made then told it’s own story — although only her and Kyle knew what he was really doing down there.

Unlike her social climbing daughter, Pamela Berman-Kirkpatrick and her new husband were much more discreet with their passion. Following a fabulous party celebrating the opening of “Salon Pamela de Paris,” the newlyweds retired to his penthouse overlooking the Siene.

As Damon poured two glasses of Cristal, he entered their lavish master bedroom to find his wife lying, with a wicked expression on her face and only her dainty ivory slip covering her womanly shape. All inhibitions about her gender change were gone — she was a woman, body and soul now, and as she eagerly accepted her man’s passion inside of her, she closed her eyes and smiled the brightest smile, punctuated by very feminine moans. Pamela was in love; she cherished her new life as businesswoman, wife, daughter and mother.

“There is no greater joy,” Sarah mused, “than seeing my girls accept the feminine nature that always lied in us Berman men. I may have been deceitful in bringing it out them, but it has been worth it. Each of them made up their own mind regarding castration.Maddie knew that Kyle was mad for her ‘clitoris’, so she kept hers, while Pam wanted to go all the way so she could marry her Damon. She’s 100% female down there, minus the ovaries she would need to bear children.”

“As for me, call me a drag queen or a she-male even if you wish, but my name is Sarah Berman, and I also go by Mother, Grandma… and oh yes, Gus calls me his honey girl.”

“Darling,” Sarah cooed to Gus, “I see your ‘blue pill’ has kicked in.”

AUTHOR’S INTRO: Hi, Annabelle here, you can call me Annie for short. :)

The following story was originally done as a set of story captions, and was based on pictures printed in a major US magazine devoted to the Hollywood scene. It was pictures of actresses in beautiful gowns on the red carpet at the Academy Awards. Three generations of iconic beauty were shown next to each other — Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman, and Keira Knightley. I thought they would make a great “family” of world class beauty.

Thanks - feedback welcome

Annie :)

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