Part 4 -- Life with Grandpa

The plane touched down uneventfully and being a domestic flight there was no customs inspection. I wheeled my luggage tote through the arrivals area seeking a taxi stand which I found in short order. My grandparents lived in the more rural part of the state and had been farmers. They sold off most of their land as their children grew up and left home. They still had a few acres of land, most beautiful with some fields, woods, and a small stream. We always went there for summer vacations and I liked it very much. I had not seen my grandparents since I was 12 years old, six long years ago.

The taxi ride would be an additional 45 minutes but I found it relaxing to see the countryside, much as I remembered it. The ride ended soon enough and as we approached the house I could see how much in disrepair it was. A beautiful Victorian style that now needed painting and its windows cleaned. I tried not to imagine what the inside looked like now. My grandmother had always been meticulous in her cleaning, a trait my mom inherited and one she instilled in me as well. No matter, I would get things in order.

My grandma was out waiting on the porch and she started waving to me as soon as the taxi was in sight, God bless her! I got out of the taxi, paid the driver who carried my luggage to the porch and turned to see my lovely little grandma! She was actually an inch or two shorter than I was! She looked so much like my mother, or should I say my mother looked so much like her! Smiling with such joy in her eyes! I ran up the last steps and hugged her and she was so pleased to see me!

"My Edie", she said and added, "let's get a good look at you, now turn around! Oh, yes you are the spitting image of your mother at the same age!"

" Really Gram?" I asked thinking how beautiful my mom looked.

"Yes Dear! I'll show you photos from the family album later -- you'll see! Now let's get this luggage inside and get you settled."

So we carried my luggage in and grandma took me to my room which was a lovely bedroom on the second floor with a connecting bathroom. The house was virtually the same as I remembered it and actually was not in bad shape at all -- very tidy in fact.

After I freshened up I joined grandma in the kitchen which was huge and had the oldest and largest oven I ever remember seeing. Everything in the house was from another age, Victorian mostly with embroidered doilies resting on the arms of wonderfully upholstered settees, couches and wing chairs. The floors had old rugs many of Persian design and the house itself was inlaid with impressive old oak panels, chair railings and a hand carved banister for the large main stairway. There were fireplaces as well in virtually every room.

Grandma made me some lunch and we talked about things, mostly me as grandma was intrigued and in need of understanding who I had become. When I finished my little self declaration grandma held my hand across the kitchen table and said she understood. I really wanted her to know and to support me, which I truly now believed she did.

"Well Edie, from everything I know and remember about you as a little boy I would have to honestly say I am not surprised at all. You were never like your brothers or other boy cousins and that was plain to see. Do you remember me showing you my sewing room when you came to visit, maybe when you were five years old?" she asked.

I actually did remember that room. It was fascinating to me and I remembered grandma showing me about dress making patterns and sewing.

"Yes Gram I do! You even taught me some sewing techniques during other visits over the years!"

"Exactly Edie! None of the other boys would be caught dead learning or even asking about dress making, but you were keen on it! I hoped it might be a phase you would come out of and become more manly but it didn't happen and you wanted to be with the ladies, your mom, aunts and me whenever we had family dinners or holidays here. Do you remember that too?"

Of course I did. I felt totally out of place with the boys and their rough play and sports. I found helping in the kitchen and setting a lovely dining room table much more to my liking.

"You know, I'm probably the reason that you look and dress like you do -- beautiful as you may be. It was me who suggested to your mother when you were 5 years old that perhaps dressing you as a girl would snap you out of what my generation called "being a sissy" but it had the opposite effect -- I'm sorry, so sorry!"

She started to cry as soon as she said that and looked so miserable. My heart was touched and I felt anguish that she would think so. I went around the table to her side and pushed my hip up against her in her seat and sharing her seat I consoled her and told her it was not true at all.

I said quite simply that I was always going to be me as I am now whether or not she, grandma, advised my mom to let me wear girl clothes or not. It just made it an easier and loving realization, so actually it was me who owed her, grandma, thanks for helping me so.

I wasn't sure if she accepted my explanation at that time but I saw soon enough that she came to believe its truth. So we were able to patch things up as it were and as we talked about how I could be of help around the house I suddenly realized that I had not yet seen grandpa!

"Oh, he's out in his woodworking shop -- spends most of the day there. Has a couch he sleeps on when he isn't making some wooden thing or another" grandma said.

I asked how he was doing health wise and she told me he was strong as an ox but getting forgetful, having good days and bad. Both my grandparents were in their early seventies and had led robust farm lives. My grandfather was a large man as I remembered him, over six feet tall and at least 230 pounds in his prime. He scared the daylights out of me when I was there as a youngster just by entering the room.

"You'll see him at supper. He never misses a meal!" grandma said laughing.

I helped with the lunch dishes and grandma said she was going to lay down for awhile so I went up to my room and unpacked my things, including everything we had shipped beforehand. There was a large walk-in closet so I had plenty of space for my various outfits and shoes. A large ornate oak dresser held all of my panties, hosiery, socks, lingerie, sleepwear etc. and there was even a small bookcase with some old novels and classics. I had everything I needed.

I changed out of my tan skirt and white top and removed my pantyhose, panties and bra deciding to take a bath having discovered there was a lovely porcelain claw foot tub in my bathroom. I found plenty of towels in the bathroom and had my own shampoo and bath oils so I ran the tub, adding the bath oils and slipped into the delicious warm water. I soaked for a very long time, luxuriating and relaxing, shaved my legs although they hardly needed it. It seems the hormones had slowed or stopped any excessive hair growth including facial hair. My breasts were now a legitimate 32 B cup and my rear end was plumper and rounder by far. After finishing shaving my legs I toweled myself dry and wrapped a large towel around me, cinching it as my mother had taught above my breasts me and also wrapped a towel around my still wet hair.

The bathroom was steamy from the hot bath water and I used the moisture in the air to apply skin moisturizer to my face , legs and arms. My face had a rosy glow from the warm bath and the steam I noticed as I admired myself in the mirror. I decided to redo my nail polish and opened the door back into my room and there came face to face with my grandpa. He was definitely older looking but still a mountain of a man.

"Hi Grampa, it's me Edi", but I never got to finish saying Edie because he blurted out in a loud confused voice, "Josephine? Is that you?"

I was startled and confused. Josephine? Josephine? Who was Josephine? Then I remembered that was my grandma's name!

"No, no Gramps I'm not Josephine, I'm Edie -- didn't grandma tell you about me?"

He was very confused looking and I was very alarmed. I finally remembered I was covered by only a towel and I had no idea what to do other than retreat into the bathroom when suddenly the door to my room opened and grandma stormed in.

"What are you doing David? You shouldn't be in this room!" grandma exclaimed seeing me in my state of undress. "Now you march on out of here -- go ahead!" And he did while looking back and forth between my grandma and me as if making comparisons.

"I'm sorry about that Edie! I should have reminded you to lock your door. He gets confused easily!"

"But Gram he thought I was you? How could that be?"

"Well, I'm not really sure but maybe later after we look through our old family albums it might make sense to us, ok?"

"Sure Gram! I'll be right down to help with supper after I get dressed!" And she smiled at me and left my room. I went right over and quietly locked the door. I had to laugh to myself at the thought of such a giant of a man scurrying out of the room looking over his shoulders at grandma and me, each so much smaller than he.

I finished my nails and used my hair dryer styling my hair so it naturally fell to my shoulder but had a little bounce to it. I decided to dress casual with black slacks that were now too snug across my rear due to the hormones, basic cotton panties and a black cotton bra, no hosiery, a very comfortable long sleeved maroon stretch top and basic black flats. I had my fine silver necklace and little silver earrings on, applied only a hint of mascara as my lashes had grown much longer, put on some lip gloss and added just a hint of perfume to round things off.

I went down to the kitchen and helped grandma with the food preparations and setting the dining room table chatting back and forth mostly about grandpa and how nice grandma thought I looked. I was always pleased to be complimented, vanity definitely being one of my failings.

The food was on the table and grandpa came in from his workshop right on time. He seemed more lucid and he gave me a hug welcoming me. I was engulfed in his massive frame but very happy we were going to be ok. My grandma sort of prompted my grandpa during dinner conversation, saying how he must remember me from when I was little and visited. She kept referring to me as Edie and "she" or "her" using phrases like "little girl" and so on. My grandpa nodded and then having listened said, "So you're Patsy's daughter then!" I said yes and grandpa smiled saying that now he remembered me, always in the kitchen and the sewing room. I blushed and said yes to that too.

"As I recall you looked like a tom-boy, not really a pretty little girl at all, but look at you now!" grandpa said between forkfuls. My grandma gave me a slight nod and I told grandpa he was probably right.

"You know you look very much like your mother, Patsy, when she was -- how old are you now Edie?"

"Eighteen gramps" I replied.

"Yes, almost exactly as I recall -- very pretty!" he said smiling.

I was truly blushing now but so very pleased. I adored my mom and I thought she was most beautiful.

"You know Edie, Patsy of all our daughters looked like her mother the most as well!" grandpa continued.

"Oh hush David! You're flustering the poor girl!" grandma said trying to divert the conversation by adding that I would be staying to help with housework and to keep them company. But what grandpa said must have been true because I did see a lot of grandma's features in my mom. Mom had brunette hair, as I did, and grandma had been a brunette in her day having aged gracefully with now grey hair but a beautiful woman still. The facial features were unmistakable. The eyes and noses were almost exact, my nose was very similar but my eyes were slightly larger and my lips just a tad fuller naturally, some of my dad's genes I guessed. But the resemblance of all three, grandma, mom and me were very close indeed.

After dinner I did the clean up and grandpa went to snooze on the parlor couch. Grandma went up to her sewing room and invited me to join her after I finished cleaning up. I finished soon enough and went to join her. As I entered her sewing room she was sitting at her sewing table and made room on the bench patting it so I would join her. I nestled in cozy nest to her and I noticed she had photo albums spread across the table.

"Let's see if we can figure out why grandpa confused you for me! Here take a look at these albums Edie." So I opened the first album and found photos of my mom and her sisters and brothers when they were children and young adults. I was enthralled to see my mom as a little girl then in her early teens but one photo of her really caught my attention and that was her high school prom photo standing next to my dad -- they had been childhood sweethearts. I could not believe what I was seeing! If I did not know better I would swear that somehow it was me in the old black and white photo and not my mom.

I turned to my grandmother and she had a wide grin on her face and she said, "See!" I did but I was flabbergasted! My grandma handed me another album and as I opened it I saw it was her wedding album. Lovely studio photos in sepia tones of grandma and grandpa in their wedding attire! I asked my grandma what year they had married and she told me 1954, just after my grandpa returned from the Korean War. But my grandma directed my attention to the next page in the album which had a close up formal shot of my grandma alone wearing a lovely old style wedding gown, veil draped back over her shoulders and a floral bouquet in her hands. But again it suddenly jumped out at me -- it could have been me in that gown!

My grandma cackled with delight at my reaction. She jumped a bit as she explained that she was 19 years old when they wed, just a year older than I was now, and that until my mom had sent her recent photos of me she had not, could not have seen the striking similarity between myself , herself and my mother all at approximately the same age!

I was overwhelmed to say the least and so excited! I must have blushed a bright red because grandma started to fan me with her hand then just hugged me laughing away! I was just like them -- mom and grandma! I could not have been happier! I regained my composure somewhat and said to grandma that seeing all this must surely mean that I was meant to be a girl and that she was justified in having steered me indirectly when I was younger.

"Indirectly? Oh yes, indirectly! I see what you mean!" grandma said in response but her mirth tapered off somewhat as she said it and she looked at me with purpose in her eyes.. It was an awkward silence for just a moment but then grandma recovered and asked me if I would like to see both her wedding dress and my mom's prom dress. I said of course I would! She had stored them away carefully for years and they still looked almost new. Many wedding gowns will yellow with age if not stored properly but not my grandma's! It was a beautiful white silk gown with precious hand stitched embroideries that grandma and her mother added to the gown. I had forgotten that grandma had been a seamstress before she met grandpa.

I asked her if grandpa wooed her off her feet and she said yes, he was quite the romantic fellow. Then she took my hand and confided he still was! I said, "You mean he still gets romantic?" meaning at his age and grandma said, "He wants it every night! I can't keep up with him!"

"Grandma!" I said gasping. But she shook her head and said it was true. Age had not lessened his sex drive at all. "He's always been true to me, I know! And that's because I keep him happy but I'm not really able to do it anymore -- I'm tired, but you wouldn't understand that at your age anyway Edie!"

I was amazed and in truth I could not empathize simply because I was not exactly sexually experienced discounting Mike and that bastard Christopher. I did not know men at all.

Grandma asked since I brought up the subject what I intended to do -- stay as I was or get what she called "one of those sex operations". I answered that I honestly hadn't given that any thought since it was less than 4 months earlier that I was just Eddie. I explained my hormone regimen and how my mom had arranged for replenishments to be shipped here regularly. She asked if I had "all the male stuff" pointing to my lap and I said yes but that they were not large and the hormones had lessened even that.

"Let me see Edie" she said matter of fact like. I said, "No! Why would you want to see Gram?"

"Listen young lady! I wiped your butt and changed your diapers before you even knew who I was so don't act so uppity with me!" I thought about that and figured why not, everyone else seems to have gotten a peek. Making sure the door to the sewing room was closed I unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them down to my thighs, then slid my panty down as well.

"I don't see them? Is that a vagina?" grandma said perplexed as she pointed to the vee between my legs. I nimbly shifted my legs open wider and pushed down on the cavity below my tummy so that the little testicles freed themselves and my little penis popped forward from between my legs.

"Now that's a neat trick!" my grandma said laughing out loud.

So I explained all about tucking in order to insure smooth panty lines and grandma nodded her understanding. She inched closer to inspect me but never touched me and after looking at my testicles primarily she said I could pull up my panty and slacks. I did so and returned to sit on the bench next to her.

"Thank you for trusting me Edie. I was curious and now I see how you manage such a womanly appearance in that part of your body. They are indeed quite small, underdeveloped I should think. This has helped me to understand and agree that you probably should have been born a female. Would you ever consider removing your male parts or will you continue to live having to conceal them?"

I was not prepared for this at all and I shrugged truthfully not knowing what to say. Grandma smiled and said she understood then returned to her wedding gown and said to me, "Would you like to try this on sometime?" without hesitation I said yes I would! Grandma said good and that I might as well try on my mom's prom gown too. She said that later during the week we would do so. I was thrilled not only about that but also to move past the very weird topic of future anatomical changes for me.

The rest of that night went quietly and grandma and grandpa retired to bed before 10 p.m. and I decided to go to my room and read before bedtime. I lay in bed dressed in a very comfy flannel night gown reading one of the romance novels I found in the bookcase. I was getting sleepy and beginning to nod off when I heard a continued creaking sound coming from somewhere down the hall. It had to be my grandparent's bedroom because only the sewing room was between our respective rooms. I suddenly identified the sound -- creaking bed springs!

The creaking was continuous and slow at first then built in intensity and I put my hand to my mouth realizing it was the sound of love being made on a bed! Grandma had not lied! Grandpa was having his way with her! I thought that was just so cute! After all these years he still found her desirable and so he should! I lay there listening and listening and listening but after many, many minutes the creaking bed springs had not abated. If anything they had intensified! Now I was marveling at grandpa's stamina and grandma must have been something when she was younger too!

I listened and more and more I started to get excited and warm, horny in other words. I usually never played with my penis when this way because I found it less than satisfying and I never seemed to ejaculate much if at all. What I did find satisfying and stimulating was inserting fingers into my anus and stroking myself in that way. But weeks before I left to come to my grandparent's house, my mom called me into her bedroom one afternoon while my dad was at work and she presented me with a vibrator and two different sized dildos. She explained to me that as she had earlier stated I would have changes in me not just physically but emotionally as well due to the hormones. She said sometimes a woman needs to satisfy herself in a way a man can't always do or at a time when a man isn't present to do so. This is what the "toys" as she called them were for. She also said since I did not have a vagina in the true sense of the word I could make use of these in my anus, as real women do sometimes as well.
I was interested of course but hesitant as well. Mom explained that the vibrator would "get my juices flowing", could be used on my breasts as well and the small dildo would be a starter toy and that I could graduate to the larger dildo in time when I was able to take it inside me.

I wasted little time in experimenting at night in my room at home and was mom ever right! It was a matter of days and I was already inserting the larger dildo easily and loving it!

So as I lay in bed listening to my grandpa go and go with my grandma I just had to satisfy myself so I went to my lingerie drawer and removed my "toys" from under all their concealment and returned to bed removing my nightgown and panty. I used the vibrator first on my nipples then on various personal sensitive spots on my breast, listening to the bedsprings creaking down the hall and brought myself to place the vibrator in my anus. As it hummed and vibrated away I squirmed and moaned softly using my free hand to tweak my nipples, a real turn on for me and in short order I was ready for my large dildo and quickly lubed its head with my supply of KY Jelly and inserted inside me slowly at first then simply followed the rhythm grandpa was presenting to grandma, keeping time with their bedsprings.

Of course the best part of masturbation is the fantasizing and I was indeed doing so but in a perverse way. I fantasized since I looked so much like my grandma did when she was my age that it was me in that bedroom down the hall not grandma!

I finally got to the point that I had an orgasm and had to stifle my screams by turning my head into the pillows, finishing myself off as my hand plunged the dildo as deep as it could go and holding it there as if I was being flooded with semen as my lover climaxed.

I lay there dildo still buried in me, panting and sweating while making sighing noises. It was then I realized the bedsprings were not creaking anymore and I was not sure if they had stopped before I cried out in my passion. I listened but heard no noise and hoped I had not been heard.

I calmed myself and quietly got up, went into the bathroom and cleaned my "toys" and myself. I returned everything to the lingerie drawer, put my panty and nightgown back on and crept into bed. I lay there thinking how silly I was and fell into a deep happy sleep.

The next many days passed without fanfare. I cleaned and did laundry and helped grandma in the kitchen. She did as promised and let me try on both her wedding gown and my mom's prom dress. They actually were a close fit. My breasts were smaller than either my mom's or grandma's had been when they were fitted for the dresses but my fanny was slightly larger than theirs had been and that really tickled my grandma. She said I looked lovely in both and I thought so too. Grandma said she would be able to compensate for my larger fanny by taking the breast areas of the dresses in a bit thus allowing the material to sag back just enough to make my fanny fit a little easier. I protested but she insisted it would please both she and my mom if the dresses had someone to wear them again. I accepted but in the case of grandma's wedding dress I could not possibly see me having a use for it. But it was nice to wear it all the same!

The days passed into weeks and the weeks into months. We celebrated my 19th birthday and before I knew it almost a year had passed. I had returned home once during the Christmas holidays and we had such a wonderful time. I saw Anne again and even my brothers who could not believe how I looked and sounded, nor could their wives, but mom had explained and apparently begged them not to be abusive as they had always been through childhood. It was wonderful to be home and I filled out even more as the hormones had added to my breast size, now a whopping 36 C cup and my hips finally caught up to my fanny so I was very symmetrical indeed. I stayed with the sparse diet and I had a waist size that I could see my sister-in-laws drooling over. I felt bad about leaving my grandparents for Christmas but I planned to be back with them for New Years.

Two days after Christmas I said goodbye to mom and dad and returned to my grandparents. They were glad to see me return and we even had a second Christmas exchanging gifts. I brought them nice matching sweaters and they gave me two new dresses that grandma made herself, both exquisite silk dresses. One was a rear zip navy blue cocktail dress with matching opaque half sleeve , the hemline ending just above the knees. The dress was form fitting and really showed off my larger boobs and fanny. It was meant to be worn with classic leather pumps and grandma had purchased a pair in my size, black in color with 3 inch heels. So classy! The second dress was a lovely red A line style with rear princess seams that came with a matching red bolero style jacket with black piping edging the lapels and sleeve ends. It was knee length and a work of art by grandma! She also gave me a pair of red silk sling back 3 inch heels with it. I was overwhelmed and felt that my gift to them was paltry in comparison but they insisted they loved the sweaters.

For New Year's Eve my grandparents had been invited to their neighbor's house in the next township. They asked me to come but I said it was their party but they insisted and I said yes. My grandmother wanted me to wear the blue cocktail dress she made me and I said of course.

Grandpa drove and I sat in the back seat wondering if he was capable of driving in his forgetful state but he did fine. It was a lovely house and many older couples were there. The hosts were so nice and actually everyone was pleasant. I was the youngest person attending and I was introduced as the granddaughter from downstate. The ladies corralled me we stayed in the parlor as the men went to the den drinking and talking man talk.

I was told how lovely I looked by the women and I returned compliments as my mom had taught me. I always sat ladylike with either my legs together or crossed tightly so nothing showed from under my skirt. I was enjoying the girl talk and listening to the gossip even though I did not know any of the names mentioned. I saw my grandma looking at me approvingly and I smiled at her. I was very content.

Eventually the time drew near and the clock was striking midnight and the couples were hugging and kissing as were my grandparents and I was standing there just wishing anyone looking in my direction Happy New Year. I saw my grandma push my grandpa in my direction and my grandpa towering over me leaned down saying "Happy New year Honey" and he kissed me on the lips more intensely than a grandpa should then patted my ass and returned to my grandma who was smiling and waving to me.

I was so shocked that I just feebly waved my right hand back at my grandma and kept a frozen smile on my lips which grandpa had just passionately kissed and I could still feel the sensation of his huge hand on my fanny.

We stayed for coffee and cake, more ladies chatter, more man bluster and more of me just sitting and listening without hearing lost deep in my thoughts concerning the strange turn of events. We left shortly before 2 a.m. thanking our hosts and me hearing again how lovely I was. It hardly registered. On the ride back home grandma turned to me from the front seat and asked how I liked the evening and wasn't it fun -- ending with a devilish grin on her face!

The next day, New Year's Day, grandma informed me she would be leaving in two days time for her annual ladies club trip to the casino further west in the state. She would be gone 3 days and that she had everything prepared for any of grandpa's needs if only I would see to them. It was news to me but since I had not been there this time last year I could not have known. It did not occur to me to ask what grandpa's needs might be other than food and clean laundry so I didn't pursue it.

The night before she was to leave on her trip, grandma took me to her bedroom and had me sit on the bed while she removed some items from her cedar lined hope chest. She showed me some lovely silk slips, night gowns and what she called her wedding trousseau. I saw it was a set of embroidered champagne colored panties, a matching brassiere that was part corset, an open legged silk boned girdle that had hosiery garter straps on the sides and front, and a pair of pure silk stockings with flowers embroidered on the back seems. They were, she explained what she had worn on her wedding night and perfectly preserved in linen paper in the cedar lined hope chest that grandpa had made for her. They were beautiful!

"Would you like to try them on Edie?"

"Oh Gram, how could I? They are your wedding night intimates -- it wouldn't be right!"

"Of course it would be fine with me! I haven't had these on since I first used them that wedding night, but it would please me greatly to see you in them. Besides I could no longer do them justice but you certainly can with your lovely figure!"

I was overwhelmed and I had tears in my eyes. I hugged her and said I would love to try them on. She suggested we make believe it was my actual wedding day and do my hair and makeup and also put on her wedding gown and veil, that it would be great fun. I said I thought so too, every little girl's fantasy being a bride!

We went back to my room and I took a bath and reset my hair in a bridal fashion so it was up off my shoulders and crowning the top of my head. Then I applied my makeup with grandma advising and the look was simple yet radiant, bright tones and rosy cheeks, eyes bright in contrast to my long lashes curled and jet black. My grandma insisted I use one of her lipsticks, a deep red like they wore fifty years ago and she also gave me some of her perfume to put on, flowery and again an older scent but very pleasant. Then we returned to her bedroom and I stripped and put on her wedding intimates. The panty was a little snug but I still fit and had myself tucked up nicely. The brassiere corset was amazing to wear. My breasts had grown more than enough to fit like grandma's had back then and the corset attachment cinched my waist and pushed my breasts upward giving me ample cleavage. Next the open leg girdle was a pull up item but once I was able to get the top past my now large fanny it felt amazingly sexy as it also pushed my ass up and rounded out my hips. The silk stockings felt so sensual against my skin and grandma showed me how to roll them up so they would not get a run in the precious silk material.

I was enjoying myself and admiring myself in the full length mirror stand. Next came the silk slip which we pulled down gingerly over my hair and makeup. It fit so well and hid all lines that would have shown from the undergarments. Lastly grandma took out her wedding shoes which looked so delicate, white embroidered silk pumps with 2 inch semi block heels as was the fashion then.

"I don't think they will fit Gram", I said sadly but she knew otherwise and I slipped my silk covered foot into them as if they had been made for me. How lovely they were! Grandma had me turn so she could see if the seams to my stockings were straight behind my legs and they were.

"It's time for the wedding gown now Edie!" and grandma held it while I stepped into it and she pulled it up over my fanny and breasts affixing the shoulder puffs so they were straight. Then she went behind me and started to button the numerous buttons beginning at the small of my back and continuing all the way up to my neck line fastening the see through lace neck that fit form tight. It was so sensually snug feeling the dress tighten all the way up. The wedding gown did not have a train, sometimes the fashion then, but the veil was an intricate weave that fitted to my head by placing a woven tiara of silk into the rear portion of my hair so the veil could be pulled over frontwards or hang from the back behind the dress. It was exquisite! Then grandma gave me her pearl wedding earrings to wear. How exquisite they looked!

We were done! My grandma stayed behind me looking at me looking at myself in the mirror and she was smiling her eyes glistening! I was ecstatic at how grand I looked, beautiful I looked pride be gone! Grandma produced a camera and insisted on taking many pictures of me with the veil down then up and then holding her bridal bouquet as if I was having my actual wedding portraits done.

It was actually quite a lot of fun and grandma stopped and said that something was missing. I couldn't figure out what that could be but grandma insisted and then she had me pull the veil over my face again, which I did and I could see her in the low light of the room through the veil open the door to the hallway and then my grandfather stepped in wearing what appeared to be a vintage man's wedding suit, claw hammer tails and all.

I thought it was a joke and said, "Gram? What's happening?"

"Now it's complete Edie! Every bride needs a groom so stand here next to grandpa and let me take your picture in this better light!"

I thought better of refusing since we had been having such a nice time so I went over and stood next to grandpa who dwarfed me and grandma told us how to stand which I realized was exactly how their wedding portrait was staged. "Smile my dears" she said and took some photos having us adjust from looking directly into the camera after the first shot to looking into each other's eyes as we turned toward each other. Finally she finished seeming quite satisfied.

"Edie, I forgot to mention that I will be leaving tonight rather than tomorrow morning. Also I now pronounce you man and wife, enjoy your honeymoon!" and with that grandma left the room, taking the camera, closing the door and then locking it from the outside.

I looked at grandpa and said, "What's going on grandpa?" as he lifted my veil and then kissed me on the lips saying how beautiful I was. My hands still held the floral bouquet and I was completely off guard but then noticed that the bed had been remade with silk sheets and flowers adorned the night tables. I was trying to comprehend all this and the shock of being kissed when two things happened: I heard a car start up and drive off and grandpa picked me up bride fashion and carried me over to the bed.

"Oh my dear wife Josephine, at last we can be together! How I have longed for this day through all our courting and engagement. I missed you so when I was overseas!"

"Overseas? Grampa no, no I'm Edie! You're confused. This isn't your wedding day, you're home -- it's years later, it's..." but that's all I could blurt out as he held me in his strong arms as if I were a doll and began kissing me. "Mmm, nmm, grmmmp, mmm" was all I could muster as he smothered me with his lips, placing me on the bed and laying over me as he kissed. I struggled and he said, "Hush, Josephine, I know it's your first time -- you saved yourself for me on our wedding night. I'll be gentle darling!"

I squirmed in his arms and he began to kiss my neck and move his huge hands across my waist the up to my breasts. Even through the brassiere and the dress I could feel his powerful hands and they had found the mark. His kisses on my neck were driving me in a direction I did not want to go and then it happened -- I started to kiss him back. I lost total control and my mind in this crazy moment of passion. Part of me knew he was delusional but part of me was primed now for whatever happened next, actually wanting it to happen.

As soon as I started to return his kisses deeply, grandpa expertly lifted me off the bed and started to unbutton the wedding dress simply standing me up and reaching his long arms around me as we continued to kiss wildly. I started to help in my frenzy by pulling the veil and tiara headdress off and as the dress loosened I shook my shoulders free of the dress. It fell to the floor around my ankles and grandpa picked me up as we still kissed wildly and he placed me on my back in the bed as again laying over me but not crushing me as we both began to explore each other's bodies.

Grandpa still had his wedding suit on and I had on the slip, brassiere and girdle, stockings and shoes. I said, "Grampa,why don't we get those clothes off you" in gasping tones between kisses and he said, "Call me David, Josephine" and then got off me and sat by the side of the bed removing his clothes. I did not even think of getting up and running to the door, instead I actually said, "Yes, David!" and started to pull my slip up over my head and then removed my pumps and threw them to the floor. By the time I had done that grampa had stripped naked and was back in the bed.

I could not restrain myself and we started kissing and groping each other madly. I had never been this horny in my young life. He was still in pretty good shape for a 72 year old man. His massive shoulders and strong arms engulfed me adding to my already heightened sexual frenzy. In time I started moaning that I wanted him saying "Gramp, er David I need you now "and other such hot love phrases. He immediately pulled my silk panty down but it would only go as far as the end of the garter straps holding my stockings. But it was far enough down apparently for him and he did not see my testicles or little penis yet because they were still tucked, not that it mattered to me in the condition I was in!

In the dim light of the room I could see well enough to more than notice the immense penis on my grandfather. As he moved to get behind me by placing me on my side he crossed over me and I saw his cock for the first time. Having no real experience in cock comparisons other than my own tiny nub I had to think it was at least twice the size of Mike's and I could hardly get Mike's cock into my mouth at first. I should have been really trying to get away after seeing his monster but there was something not right with my thought process and I only wanted him inside me and right then and there.

Grandpa had placed himself directly behind me as we both were lying on our sides, my ass spooned into his groin. He whispered sweetly to me that he would be gentle to "his virgin bride" and then I could feel his gigantic cock rub up against my closed ass cheeks and he pulled my upper thigh slightly towards the ceiling and I just lifted it even higher so that I was scissor fashion. As I did so my tiny penis swung forward away from him and my testes still remained up in the cavity because I was leaning forward just enough to lock them in place without planning to do so.

The head of his cock was seeking an opening, and a vagina it would not find of course, but my anus was right there in front of him and he must have thought it was my "vagina". His bulbous head found its mark and began to ease itself forward. I was insane with the need to be loved thus and I never even thought about lubrication until he pushed forward enough with his cock to have the tip make entry into my anus. "Oh, oh", I pleaded in a whine, to which he responded , "it's going to be fine darling" and he continued in a slow but forward direction.

My anus had definitely been widened by my large dildo but even that was many times smaller than grandpa 's cock apparently. Forward he went and the more I hissed and made noises of pain but I wanted him to continue and I started to push my ass back toward him. He noticed right away and added strength to his push and I could feel his cock moving into me, past its head and further and further up its shaft. The pain was intense but in a way I had never experienced and it was getting more and more tolerable until suddenly I could feel him as far as my rectal canal would allow his monstrous cock and he knew by the feel of tissue hitting his cock head.

Then grandpa began in earnest slow in and out at first but always steady. I couldn't believe the feel of being stuffed by his cock as it filled me and he began his mastery over me. I held my leg up with my knee bent at an angle, his momentum pushing me back and forth, always slow, always steady, staying in me but beginning to pull back so that the head of his cock strayed near the entrance to my anus but never slipped out. I must have felt so tight to him and I also felt some moisture seeping from my anus but it only helped lubricate me. He placed his right hand under my upraised thigh to keep my leg lifted and his left hand was under me skillfully tweaking my left breast which only added to my intensifying pleasure.
I began to realize that the bed springs were creaking just as I had heard all those nights when it was grandma lying here and the combination of the creaking sound and the thought of me being able to pleasure this man further increased my erogenous being. At that moment I wanted nothing other than his cock!

I lost track of time and I had waves of pleasure washing through me and I know I was shrieking and moaning but I did not care. I hoped he would never stop and when he simply stayed inside me and lifted me up so that I was now sitting on top and facing him, I simply lost all control and fell forward onto his mighty chest and rode for all I was worth.

He kept pushing his hips upward and thus his cock into me as I leaned forward moaning and then I had to kiss him and we kissed as he continued up and in me without pause. I moaned into his mouth as we kissed and I put my tongue into his mouth and at first he did not respond but then he must have found it pleasing because he reciprocated and we continued, he tirelessly thrusting and me gyrating and wailing aloud. I had many orgasms that I can remember and I was totally spent and still grandpa went on and on.

Finally I sensed a change in his motion and I felt him hesitate then plunge forward as far as I could take him in me as suddenly hot liquid filled me and I felt it splash out the sides of my anus wherever a gap existed as grandpa sent some final thrusts up into me. He grunted loudly and I collapsed forward my head on his chest, my hands resting near his shoulders. He was breathing heavily now and each intake of breath had me rising on his chest as each exhalation had me lowering as if I was a small child.

I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to find myself cradled in his arms, both of us covered in the silk sheets. He took me once more before the morning light but it was a blur in my memory other than the intense pleasure I felt again and the deep sleep that followed.

I awoke to the sound of window drapes being pulled open and bright sunlight flooding the room. I raised myself from my sleeping position and tried to focus my vision eventually seeing the outline of someone approaching the bed. It was grandma. Grandma?

"Gram what did you do to me?" I blurted out. She looked at me in a manner I can only describe as amused. "Good morning Edie! Did you enjoy your night?" she asked smiling. What was she talking about, I wondered?

"Grandmother, you planned the whole thing but why?" I accused as I sat up in the bed, the sheet falling and exposing my mostly state of undress. Grandma was not in the least flustered. "Of course I planned it you silly child! Remember I told you it was I who "suggested" that your mother encourage you to dress in girl's clothing. I knew from the time that you were a little boy that you could never be a man -- didn't have it in you! I convinced your mother of this and in time she agreed it was so. A you grew older it was undeniable how much you looked like me and your mother so we just cultivated you for the needs of the family. And I think you have loved every minute of it -- am I right?" she asked.

I was tongue tied but she was right -- all of it. I had, no did enjoy all of it. I teared up and nodded yes.

"Good! Admitting it makes all of this easier to explain Edie. I'm tired now, really tired. I can't keep up with David anymore. He's really something, isn't he? Well did he make you happy last night or not?" she demanded.

"Oh my, yes but he must know I'm not you!" I stammered.

"He not only thinks you're me but me when we first met -- most of the time anyhow! He has his lucid moments but they are few and far apart. So I decided to let you both "get acquainted" last night and see if it worked out and apparently it did!" she said triumphantly.

"Oh, I see and the trip to the casino was a lie?" I asked accusingly.

"Not a lie, just a deception to make this all happen. You have to admit that these last 18 months are probably the happiest of your life -- am I right Edie? But we have already established that!" grandma pronounced.

"What happens now Gram -- what do you expect of me?" I asked demandingly.

"Edie, I would like you to take my place at night with David, your grandfather. I haven't had a restful night in years. You sleep with him and I will sleep in the spare bedroom. It will help me immensely and you have already experienced him in bed so you know how good he is -- how special he can make you feel" she said sitting on the bed next to me while covering me up with the sheet.

"But this is crazy grandma! I mean I'm his grandchild not his wife! "And what about these!" I said pulling the sheet off exposing my tiny penis and little balls. "Won't he eventually figure out his "Josephine" has changed somewhat?" I cried out.

Grandma took a fit of laughter and then shook her head no, no. She composed herself saying, "I'm sorry for laughing Edie! Your little dobbin is so small it could be mistaken for an extended clitoris and don't worry about your balls -- I can see to them!" I was confused by that last part and was about to ask but grandma just put her finger to my lips and said to rest and come down to breakfast when I was ready.

Grandma left closing the door and I fell back on the bed exhausted and confused. What a strange turn of events -- I would have to call my mom later and talk to her I thought as I drifted back to sleep.

To be continued.