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This is a different type of incest story for me. It is borne out of a curiosity from a video that I viewed online. Then, through a little research, I came across and viewed a video on Gender Reassignment Surgery presented by an MD. An Urologist from UCLA. With all of this transgender stuff going on, I became very curious about it and just needed to know how far a person can, or will go to change from one sex to another. As well as, the process needed to effect that change. I have also incorporated other sexual elements into this story. Those will become apparent as you read. This is not a slam-bam type of story. There is a little bit of work up to it. So don't be in a hurry to get to the sex. There is plenty of it throughout.

I hope to do justice to this subject. Please enjoy, as always comment and vote on my first effort in this genre. As with this and all of my stories, it is not meant to disparage or degrade anyone. This is a story of the love of a father that he has for his son, to what lengths the father will go for his son, and the evolution of that love. The true and only intent of the story, is to show that love. For in order to fully appreciate this story, or any story, one must be able to have their mind's eye see what the author is saying.

To those of you who follow my writing efforts: sorry about the long delay.

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I am sitting here in my recliner after returning from one of my assignments, finishing off my fifth beer, watching my favorite team get their collective asses beat. As it is, the game was turning out to be a metaphor of my marriage, or rather my former marriage. For you see today is the tenth anniversary of a long overdue divorce from a bitch that should not be walking this earth. Claire and I were married when I was 23, but it only lasted for 8 regrettable years. Fortunately, we only produced 1 child. Our son Paul. We divorced when Paul was only 6.

I met Claire at the NCO club. She was there attending some function. I was there to get plastered. Over a drink at the bar we connected. Dated for a couple of months, then got married. It must have been the booze that fogged my brain from the fact that, even though she was very pretty on the out side, she was a mean and spiteful bitch on the inside.

We spent all of our marriage while I was on active duty with the Marines. Of the 8 years of our marriage, I spent at least 4 years total, deployed on duty assignments. That was the second reason for the divorce. I usually heard the complaints that I did not spend enough time with her. That I was away too much. She knew who I was and what I was doing the day we met, and while we were married. Also, she was unfaithful to our marriage. That was the main reason. Also, was my ex's inability to deal with our son. More on that shortly.

I graduated high school at 17. I was allowed to take summer school courses to accomplish graduating ahead of time. Which gave me the opportunity to escape from my home life. The school officials knew of my situation. For you see my father was a real bastard. He was a drunk and a coward. He could only beat up on small children and women. I vowed that I will never treat my wife or children like that. My mother usually wore a nice shiner at all times, with bruises all over her body. I usually wore belt whelps across my back.

After I graduated, I needed to get away. So my mother signed the approval form for me to enlist. She was not happy that I chose the Marines. I entered the service as a 160 lb, 5 ft. 10 in. gangling weakling. I grew another 3 ins. and gained 30 lbs of lean, hard muscle. My feeling was that I needed to be with a real fighting organization. I was tired of getting my ass kicked for no reason.

I wanted to learn how to do the ass kicking, and did I ever. From perfect marksmanship with both rifle and hand gun, to hand to hand combat. I eventually found myself with the ability that I could kill with either a bullet or a thumb. I did plenty of killing. I was too late for Vietnam, but I was in both mid-east conflicts. Along with other various issues around the world.

During one of my deployments while overseas, I received word from my mother that my father had died. He got into a fight with another drunk and was hit over the head with a bottle. They found him lying in the gutter the following morning. My thoughts on it were he had received his comeuppance and that karma is a bitch.

I served for 25 years, then it was time to leave. So I put in for retirement, that was 3 years ago. I had attained the rank of Chief Master Gunnery Sargent. Friends just called me gunny. I had grown tired of the too little pay for the too big possibility of getting killed. My love for the Corp and country were never in question. Just the pay. So a friend told me of a 'company' doing private security work. I checked into it and found that I could make as much as 5 times my pay as a gunny at full retirement. It sounded great. So I applied to and joined the 'company'. This is the work that I have been doing bareback studios porno since my retirement. At least if I get killed, it would have been worth the pay.

Now for my son Paul. Every father that I know, wants their son to grow up to be big and strong. Usually the son grows bigger than the father. Not in Paul's case. He did not inherit my height and size. He was more like my mother's size, who was petite. He never grew over 5 ft. 4 in. I, on the other hand am over 6 ft. 1 in. His weight only went to a max of 90 lbs soaking wet, as compared to my 190 lbs. His frame was lean, with hips that looked more ready to bear a child. My forearms were thicker than his thighs.

His facial features were always soft and feminine. With a voice that was soft and melodic. When he spoke, his words were mellifluous. This resulted in him constantly being picked on and being called a sissy. This also included the ex. berating and demeaning him. She would call him worthless, demean his character, and constantly refer to him as a little girl.

I found out later that all of this occurred after the divorce, which resulted in him becoming introverted. Always more interested in female garments then playing in the dirt, and wanting to learn more on how to apply makeup, rather then learn how to fix a car. All of this was constantly put on him until he moved in with me.

For some reason, Claire could not handle this. Even though she was the instigator of it. I guess she wanted to be the only queen in the house, and was afraid of some competition. So, when Paul was 15, he was sent to live with me, just before I retired. I blessed the day she signed the paperwork for total custody. No more child support.

Now the bitch will need to hustle her ass to make a living. There is that karma thing again. I did not have to pay alimony as part of the divorce settlement due to the fact of her infidelity. Because of Paul's problems in school, I hired tutors for him to complete high school through home schooling.

I was not made completely aware of his interest in feminine things. I was not told to the extent that it fully went to. I found this out much later. Even though his interests in learning about all things feminine did not wane. So during the 4 years after he moved in he was able to hide his proclivities from me.

He spent just about all of his time, under self imposed isolation, locked away in his room. The only time he did come out was to eat, go to the bathroom, or when I was gone on one of my assignments. He even had his tutors hold class in his room until he graduated.

Then I got a very big surprise as I was walking back to the living room after getting rid of some of the beer that I had consumed. He had left his door open and I found him in front of his full length mirror trying on women's panties and a bra.

*quot;Paul, we need to talk about this.*quot; My voice was calm, reassuring and fatherly. I entered his room and sat down on the end of his bed. My face showed love and compassion for him. *quot;I need for you to explain what is going on with your need to dress up in woman's clothing.*quot;

It took him a moment to respond. *quot;Dad, I feel that the body ...I was born into is the wrong one.*quot; He stood there shivering. *quot;I have felt this way ...for as long as I can remember. ...Mom did not want to understand. That is why she sent me here.*quot; He stood still, visibly shaking. He continuously looked at me through the mirror. Poor guy. He just does not understand the level of mistrust and dislike, no hatred she had for him.

*quot;How long have you been wearing woman's clothing?*quot; The tone in my voice did not change.

*quot;Since ...I was 12. I just feel that ...that this is the way I should dress. I swear...I never stole any of the bitch's clothes. She would tease, ridicule and berate me for the way that I am.*quot; The venom in his voice towards the ex, was very noticeable.

*quot;Son, ...I was very happy the day that you were born ... to see that your mother presented me with a son. ...But I have always felt that your happiness was the most important thing.*quot; I noticed that he was crying softly. I could see some fear in his eyes. He was rightfully afraid that I was going to reject him as well. I needed to reassure him that I was not going to do that. That what he believed nature had done to him was alright with me. *quot;I will never judge or ridicule you for your interests or the feelings that you have as to the way you think you should be.*quot;

*quot;Come and sit down son. We will figure this out.*quot; Paul sat next to me and I put my arm around his shoulders, pulling him against me. I placed a kiss on the top of his head. With that, he broke down into body shaking sobs. Years of ridicule and fear were finally able to be addressed. We sat there for several hours not talking. I just held onto him the entire time. Sometimes rocking him like I did when he was a baby. Paul cried the entire time. His pent up emotions finally were able to be released. My shirt was soaked with his tears czech amatör porno and from him wiping his runny nose.

Finally, the only thing that was happening, was the dry, body shaking sobs. I easily picked him up and placed him under the covers of his bed. I sat down next to him, stroking the hair out of his face. I continuously told him that everything will be alright.

*quot;Good night son. I will see you in the morning and we will work this out. I promise you.*quot; I bent down and gently kissed his salty, tear stained cheek good night. He reached up and put his arms around my neck and said that he loves me more than a son loves a father. While he spoke, he hiccuped several times. I was to later find out the full extent of that statement.

I stood in the doorway for several minutes watching him. He calmed slowly, but when he finally did fall asleep, I went back into the living room after grabbing another beer. This is not going to be an easy problem to solve. But my son is hurting, so I will do what is necessary to help him solve it. The vow that I made to myself to never hurt my children, ran once again through my brain.

I woke up the following morning to the aroma of coffee, finding myself still in my recliner. I reached for the phone and called my 'dispatcher'. I needed to see if there were any short term jobs available. I knew that Paul's problem was not going to be cheap. There was one available in about 3 weeks. I took it. This is what I needed to do to start to take care of Paul.

After visiting the bathroom, I found him in the kitchen drinking coffee. He was dressed in a nylon purple robe. He had on a pair of women's pink fuzzy slippers. His mood was very somber. I sat down at the table, he got up and brought me a cup. He changed seats so that he was now sitting down next to me. His long, shoulder length blonde hair was in a pony tail. His secret was out now, so there was no need to hide it any more. I told him with a smile and a kiss that he looked really cute.

*quot;Paul, I just arranged for a job in 3 weeks. So we have that amount of time to start to get a handle on this.*quot; I reverted to my 'Sargent in Charge' mode by barking out what needed to be done. *quot;In order to fully comprehend the situation the first thing we need to do is to get as much information as possible. That is everything from speaking with someone to learn how to deal with the feelings you are having, all the way to possibly looking at having your sex changed.*quot; I took a drink of coffee while watching his reaction. Although commanding, my directions were said in a calm and fatherly voice.

*quot;Thank you dad. I knew that I could count on you for help. I will get on the internet today and find out as much as I can for you by supper time.*quot; He wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The tone of his voice, and his facial expression, changed from sadness last night to one of joy now. *quot;I have been very afraid since you found out about my secret, that you would be just like the bitch and throw me out.*quot;

*quot;That will never happen. So, since you are 19, and considered an adult, you will be able to make whatever arrangements you want, but I fully expect to discuss everything, and you need to keep me appraised of everything.*quot; I took another drink of coffee and continued. *quot;I will help with the cost of this. That to include all of the way if you decide to go for a sex change.*quot; The disbelief in his eyes was priceless. He started to cry. Paul tried to speak, but only babble escaped his lips. His hands were waving about, like a woman drying her nails. He got up and ran to his room. I could hear him crying.

He spent almost all day on his computer. I could hear him get frustrated at times when he was not able to get the information he was looking for. Then he would give a small shout and say yes when he did find something. Then I could hear him writing on a notepad.

After several hours, he finally came out of his room and left to make dinner. Notepad in hand. That night, Paul made us a very nice dinner, and as we ate he told me of what he had found thus far. He started out by telling me that he is referred to as being trans gendered. Then he relayed what information he had found.

*quot;Dad, the whole process, ...not including surgery, ...will take about 2 years. First, they want you to be on hormone replacement therapy drugs for at least a year. The drugs look like they will cost about $1500 a year. Then they want you to assume the role, in my case a woman, for another year. That is I would dress as a woman and go out in public. Then after that time, I will be allowed to decide to have gender reassignment surgery. Also, I will need to speak to a psychologist, and have approval from 2 doctors.*quot; I only saw hope in his eyes.

*quot;So, you want to jump right into having your sex changed?*quot; I was a little puzzled as to where he was starting out at. *quot;I figured that you would want to start out speaking with someone first.*quot;

*quot;I just thought that you would czech bitch porno want to know about the whole process.*quot; He had stopped eating and just stared at me. *quot;That also includes speaking with someone.*quot;

*quot;How long will the surgery take?*quot; I took another bite of my steak. *quot;Also, were you able to find out what the cost would be for the surgery?*quot; I made sure to show no emotion.

*quot;The estimate is between 4-5 hours. I was even able to find a video which showed the actual surgery.*quot; He grabbed another bite of salad, his face was as bright as the sun. Then it darkened some as he looked down at his notepad and told me the cost. *quot;It could be about $30,000.*quot;

I continued to eat my dinner while I considered the situation. I did not react so as to frighten him. I could stop it now totally or just let him just do the drug therapy, or I could let him go all the way to having his gender changed. The surgery was going to be $30 grand, or more. Which would not include the cost of the hospital stay. Which could be at least another $10 grand.

Then there was the cost of the drugs. That was going to be at least $1500 a year and will be at least $100 grand during his lifetime. Possibly more. Then the cost of the doctors out side of surgery. All total I could be looking at something north of $350 thousand. All of this will be out of my pocket.

He continued to look at me, the light in his oval, sea green eyes had faded. It also occurred to me that there was going to be the expense of all of the clothing he would need. Women are not cheap to clothe. So the decision is this, do I let my son wallow in his desperation for his identity, or work my ass off for the next 10 years to pay for all of it.

My savings would more than pay for most of what he needed now. I also have my continuous income from my retirement pay, as well as, still doing my security work. The decision was easy. I continued to eat my dinner while Paul looked at me with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

*quot;Son. You know that I love you very much. ...That I would do just about anything in the world for you. So I will tell you this.*quot; I paused for dramatic effect. He was wiggling in his seat with nervous anticipation. *quot;Well, ...I will call to get you an appointment with our doctor in the morning to start the process. We will have him refer you to the psychologist. I can handle that cost now. We will see how much the drugs will actually cost at that time.*quot;...I had to pause for a moment.

*quot;I'm sure that once you start the drugs, there is no stopping them without having to start over again, or have some serious side affects.*quot; I paused again and looked at Paul to see his level of understanding. He seemed to comprehend what I was saying, but there was disbelief on his face as he sat there, with a mouth full of his meal, that I was going to allow him to begin the process of changing to a woman.

*quot;I will need to make sure that I have sufficient funds to afford the drugs, outside doctors and, if you decide to go all the way, the surgery as well. So I will need to take more jobs to pay for all of this. That means that you will be spending a lot more time by yourself.*quot;

I knew that I have more than enough money to start, but I needed him to think that there may not be. I finished my steak dinner and went to get another beer. Leaving Paul with a fork full of salad and an open mouth. Still in shock as to what I am willing to do for him.

Paul finished his meal, washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. He will make someone a very good housewife someday. He then came and sat down in my lap. *quot;Dad, I love you more than you can ever know, but you will soon find out. I will treat you like the wonderful person you are. I will never hurt you, not like that bitch you were married to.*quot;

He paused to take a breath. *quot;If you wish, I promise to never leave you.*quot; He stopped to think what to say next. *quot;If we decide to go all the way with this, then I will become your woman. I will keep your house clean, do the laundry and anything else that you want me to do. ...I will be the perfect housewife.*quot; He planted a gentle kiss on my lips. He held it for several seconds. My cock stirred at his touch. I had trouble processing that. I know that I have not gotten laid in months, but my son doing that to me? I felt that he could make a perfect housewife. I did not think that it would be me.

It was a week later that Paul was able to get a doctors appointment. When he came back from the doctors, he was able to make an appointment for the psychologist the following day. Also, he found that the cost of the drugs were not going to be too expensive, so I could easily handle it. He would be able to take the generic brand. It was going to be the $1500 we figured.

I would just need to work at least 3 months a year to save up for the rest. I told him that since we were going to be in town tomorrow anyway, that we can go shopping, so he could buy some new clothes. That way he could begin dressing for his new role. He lit up like it was Christmas morning.

As we checked out of the psychologist's office, we set up continuous appointments for the next 3 months, during the time that I was to be away. He could make additional appointments as needed. I also set up for the office visits to be directly charged to my credit card.