Mommy Two (Commissioned Story)

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Mommy Two

Nerves are really setting in. It’s not the greatest time to sweaty, but I can’t help it. My family is about to come home, and I’ve spent the last three hours getting myself ready for what is a life-changing moment for all of us.

My Wife has known for years about this other side of me, but my kids not so much. They know me as Dad, but I’m about to show them me as their second Mom. I’m coming out to them.

I’ve completely made myself over. No body hair. Makeup as thick as I can slap it on without it falling off. A dress that’s specially chosen by committee, with the most comfortable heels me and my Wife could find in my size. A blonde wig that’s brushed within an inch of its life and set with enough hair spray must be, at this point, a fire hazard.

Checking my reflection in the mirror for the one-hundredth time to ensure everything is perfect, I look into my very blue but worried eyes. Am I ready to show them Sophie? Am I ready for the questions? Am I ready to give them answers?

I pull up on my tights and adjust my forms. Over the years, I’ve got myself a bit of a ‘dad bod,’ so I’ve had to work hard to make myself look feminine. I’m pleased, but I know in the back of my mind that if I’m going to have any confidence as a woman—I’m going to have to hit the gym hard.

Carefully, I make my way downstairs, walking tenderly in my heels—which I haven’t worn in months. Trying to force my legs to stay together as I walk reminds me to put more effort into adjusting my other moments to make them more effeminate. However, it does make me smile at just how much height heels give me.

I step into the kitchen, and my heels click on the floor. Always a sound I’ve loved. I lean down carefully to check the food I’ve got cooking in the oven. I’m careful not to get my long dress caught underfoot.

It’s nothing special. I’ve roasted a chicken. I had to think of a dinner I could prep and then go get ready while it cooked. My kids would have preferred nuggets, but I guess this’ll have to do.

I stand at the stove and start to boil the veg. Having to brush hairs from my eyes is a reminder of what I’m about to do as I try and concentrate on making my family a meal. However, the thought of how I must look right now, wearing a dress and heels at a stove cooking, gives me a little thrill. I’m already getting to grips with my new gender stereotype.

As the food finishes, I get a text from my Wife that they are just parking up. My hand begins to shake as I plate up four dishes, ready for us to all have a sit-down meal. My Wife has been fantastic since I told her I wanted to live as the real me.

I love her so much.

Still, we both agreed that our children at the most important aspect of this. I have to agree with her. They are both very young and their reaction will set the mood for my transition going forward. I love them both very dearly and I hope they accept me for who I really am.

Rushing around, trying to make everything perfect, I do manage to set out the dinner table. Nervous, I brush back any loose hair and, straighten down my skirt and force the biggest smile. My heart beats like crazy as the front door opens, and I hear my kids talking with their Mom.

I grab the bracelet on my wrist and twist the beads nervously between my fingers as they enter the room. Every fiber in my body is telling me to run and hide. My heart thuds like crazy as my two boys catch a glance at me dressed completely like a woman for the first time.

At first, I can see they are confused. Then, after a double take, they both just stare at me, baffled.

My Wife stands behind them and places one hand on each other their shoulders. I give my Wife a smile as she nods her head in support.

“Boys…,” I say, pulling down my dress as far as it will go. “D-Daddy has something important he wants to talk to you both about.”

My eldest, Jim, just looks at me, and I can see the cogs turning in his mind. My youngest, Kim, looks back up at his Mom, concerned.

“Who’s this lady, Mommy?” Kim asks, pointing at me.

I blush. Althought I hate to confuse the poor boy, it’s nice to be gender correctly.

My Wife and I share an awkward smile before she bends down to talk to him. She points for Kim to look at me again. “Sweetheart, she says gently, “That’s your Daddy.”

“Dad,” Jim says brashly, with the same boyish confidence I expect from him. “Why are you dressed in Mommy's clothes?”

I clear my throat. I’ve been through this so many times in my head. What I want to tell them. How I want to explain who I am. But, at the moment, those practiced words seem so heavy in my mouth.

“You look a little silly, Daddy,” my youngest giggles, looking a little more relaxed now he knows it’s me and not some random woman.

I share with him a nervous chuckle. However, I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I guess to them, I probably do look a little silly standing here in heels and a wig.

“Well,” I say softly, lowering myself to be eye-to-eye with them both. “Dressing like this makes your Daddy happy,” I explain with a smile.

“Happy?” Jim asks, reaching out to touch my wig. “Do you like dressing up, Daddy?”

I turn to look at him. I thought they’d ask such a question. “Jim,” I say, looking him directly in the eyes. “This is who I am, really,” I say, desperate for him to understand. “Being a boy was only pretend for me.”

Jim furrows his brow before turning to look at his Mom confused. It’s to be expected that he doesn’t understand. It’s taken me years to understand it myself.

“Boys,” I say, gathering their attention as I stand upright. “I’ve made dinner. Why don’t we all sit down, and you can ask all the questions you like about Daddy's new look.”

Jim peers around me and at the dinner table behind me. “Nuggets?” he asks, excited to have them?

I pull out his chair and shake my head. “No, sorry,” I reply, blowing the hairs from my eyes. “I did get you some fizzy, though. Wanna come sit up here with me?”

My Wife takes a moment to drop off her bag and take off her shoes. As she helps my youngest take off his shoes, my eldest stands at the table, looking at the food. “Urgh,” he complains, looking at me. “Daddy dinner. Gross.”

I smile. He’s not wrong. I can’t cook. However, I have tried my best this time.

“I’ve kept everything separate,” I say to him, pulling out his chair. As he sits, I lean in towards him to whisper in his ear. “I brought apple pie for dessert,” I tell him. “If you’re a good boy and eat your dinner, you can have it with a scoop of ice cream.”

He grins wide at me like nothing has changed.

Eventually, we all sit at the table. I flatten out my skirt as I sit and sit upright and properly. I’m wearing forms, so I don’t want them to slide out of my bra, as I’d prefer not to have a wardrobe malfunction in front of my kids.

I sit in silence as a scene from my normal life plays out in front of me. My kids moaning about the food. My Wife having to fetch drinks. My kids making a mess. I barely touch my food as I just watch on, waiting for someone to ask more.

Then, my Wife stops helping, sits back, and looks at me with the same loving smile she always does. “Thank you for the food,” she says, smiling wider. “I think you look lovely too. Was that the dress you asked for my opinion on?”

“Y-yeah…,” I answer, holding up my arms to run my hand across its soft sleeves. “I thought it was really pretty. Now I’m wearing it, I agree this color suits me.”

My Wife then looks at both of our children. “Doesn’t your Daddy look pretty, boys?”

Neither of them look at me. They just concentrate on pushing around the food on their plate. After an awkward silence for me, Jim looks at me, again confused. “Do you want to look like a girl, Dad?” he asks innocently—clearly trying to understand me.

Without thinking, I answer. “Yes.”

He stops and gawks at me. He begins to laugh and giggle. At first, I worry that he’s being nasty, but then it becomes apparent that he thinks I’m teasing and pulling a prank.

“Daddy…,” he laughs like I’ve told the worst Dad joke. “Stop being silly. You’re not a mommy.”

I chuckle along with him, but only through nerves. When he stops, I take a second to think about my reply. I reach across the table and place my manicured hand on his. “Jim,” I say to get his attention once more. “Daddy does want to be a Mommy.”

He looks at me vacantly.

“Would that be okay if your Daddy becomes a Mommy?” I question to fill the silence.

Jim looks at my Wife before looking back at me. “You want to be a Mommy?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say with a nod. “Daddy’s not really a boy. He’s a girl on the inside. He’s been hiding for so many years because of what nasty people might say. Daddy really wants to wear dresses and be a Mommy. Would that be okay with you?”

He gives me a silly look. “So…,” he points at my Wife. “We’d have two moms?”

I nod, but my Wife answers. “Yes, sweetheart,” she explains to them both. “Daddy won’t be a boy anymore. Daddy is going to be a girl like Mommy. So, yes. That means you boys are very lucky. You’re going to have two Mommies.”

Kim looks up from his dinner, and a carrot dangles from his teeth. He looks straight at me. “So, does that mean Daddy is going away? I don’t want Daddy to go away.”

“I won’t be going anywhere,” I answer, looking at my Wife for support. “Daddy will still be here, but you’ll call me Mommy from now on.”

“Does that mean Mommy will be Daddy?” Kim asks, looking at my Wife worried.

I shake my head, but I can understand his reasoning. “No, son,” I answer, smiling at my beautiful Wife. “Mommy will be Mommy, and Daddy will be a Mommy too.”

“Mommy Two?” he replies, not quite understanding what I’ve said. However, his reply makes me smile and I laugh. “Yeah,” I chuckle. “I guess I will be ‘Mommy Two’.”

Kim’s face goes a little red. I think he knows he’s got confused, but I place my hand on him to comfort him and show him that I’m laughing with him and not at him.

“So,” I say, showing off my face and makeup. “Is it okay with you two boys if Daddy becomes Mommy Two?”

Kim nods as he stuffs more carrots into his mouth, But Jim doesn’t answer. He, again, looks at me, like a child does, with a curious expression. “Does that mean you won’t do Daddy things anymore? I like playing with cars and camping and stuff. I don’t want that to stop.”

For a moment, it looks like he’s about to tear up. In truth, I’m very proud of them both for not instantly being disgusted at their fat Dad squashed into a dress. They are good kids and I want only to protect them.

“Those things won’t stop,” I say quickly to avert the tears. “I’m still me. That won’t change.”

He swipes at his eyes, and I can tell he’s trying his best to understand.

“B-but…,” he looks at me, and his eyes glisten. “You won’t be you anymore.”

Swiftly, as I have done so many times since he was born, I lean in and place my forehead against his. Speaking as softly as I can, I feel myself beginning to get emotional.

“I’ll always be me,” I tell him. “I’m not changing what I like, son,” I continue. “I want to play cars with you. I want to go camping with you. These things won’t change just because I’m a girl.”

He sniffs back. “But girls don’t like cars,” he mutters.

“This one does,” I say, leaning back enough to look him in the eyes. “Mommy Two still wants to do those things with you.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yes.”

“So, is it okay with you, Jim, If I become a Mommy?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.”

I move away from him, but as he looks at his plate of food, I continue to gaze at him. I’m so proud of him right now.

“So,” my Wife claps her hands together. “Do you boys have any questions about Daddy becoming Mommy Two?”

Jim looks up at her before pushing his empty cup in her direction. “Can I have more fizzy?”

My Wife looks at me and smiles. “Sure, sweetheart.”

However, before she can get to her feet, I stand and take the cup. “I’ll get it,” I say to her. “You relax and let Mommy Two do it.”

“Thanks, Hon,” she grins.

As I leave the table, I do my best to walk gracefully in my heels. However, as I walk, my dress sticks to me because I’m super sweaty. As I enter the kitchen, I fan my pits, trying to cool myself down. My perfume is working overtime.

As I stand at the kitchen counter, about to unscrew the cap on the fizzy, My Wife steps into the room with a sheepish look on her face. She slinks over to me and stands directly behind me with her hand on my backside.

“That went well, I think,” she says, pressing her body against mine.

I struggle to turn, but I eventually do, and I look down at her from my heel-enhanced advantage point. She pecks me on the lips before wiping away the ruminates of my lipstick from her own lips.

“You look really nice,” she compliments, running a hand around my waist. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m hot,” I reply honestly, waving one hand in front of my face to stop my makeup from running. “All this underwear I’ve got on is really heavy.”

Playfully, my Wife squeezes one of my tits and laughs. “I guess it won’t be long until these are the real thing, huh?”

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “How long do they take to grow once you start puberty?”

She looks up at me and gives me an odd look. “Oh yeah,” she says sullenly. “You’re going to go through female puberty, aren’t you. I’m not looking forward to the mood swings. It’ll be like having a teenage daughter living here.

I can feel myself getting hot and nervous again. Is that what she really thinks?

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask her again, having already asked her several hundred times since coming out.

“Yes,” she grins and kisses me on the lips. “I love you for YOU. I don’t love you for the way you dress or how people see you. So my husband is going to be my Wife. It’s just a word—what’s important is our love together. Don’t you agree?

I bring my arms over her shoulders. We cuddle for a moment. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such a wonderful woman in my life. Hopefully, If I end up half the woman she is, I’m doing great!”

“Thanks, babe,” I say, kissing her on the lips.

“You’re welcome, Sexy legs,” she replies, squeezing my ass. “Now, let’s go ‘Mommy’ the heck out of those two children!

“Okay!” I grin

As she steps away from me, my Wife looks back over her shoulder with a naughty expression. “Then later,” she says, sticking out her tongue. “I’ll show you what it is to be a ‘Mommy’ in the bedroom.”

She winks and leaves the room, leaving me standing still with my mouth wide open. However, I’m more than happy. I’m thrilled.

This couldn’t have gone any better. All those demons keeping me up at night are gone. All those doubts and worries have gone up in smoke. I can finally start being the woman I was always born to be! My name is Sophie. I’m a loving Wife and a Mommy too, two great little boys.

 I can’t wait for my new life to begin!