Taking Her Place

I find myself standing at Maria’s door at my mother's request. I knock gently and look around a few times as I wait for her to answer.

Maria is my cousin, and my mom tells me that since her daughter left for college, she’s been feeling a little lonely.

I do know how she feels. Most nights after work, I’m alone too, which happens when you’re between girlfriends.

“Hey, Dale!” Maria says, answering the door with a wide grin. “So glad you’re here, Primo!”

Throwing my arms up and around her shoulders, we embrace tightly.

“I hear you’re missing, Rose,” I ask as we let go of each other.

Maria gives me a wry smile and looks away.

“Si si….,” she answers slowly, rubbing her arm. “I enjoyed the peace and quiet for a few days, but now I’m missing her.”

Then just like that, she stands aside and lets me in.

“You want a drink or something?” Maria asks as I slip off my shoes, and we both head into the kitchen.

“Nah,” I answer, perching myself into one of the kitchen stools.

“I make you something,” she replies as I watch her open cupboards and start mixing some sort of weird concoction.

Maria is well known for her cocktails. Maybe I’m in for a real treat here!

“I'm glad you could come over on such short notice,” she says, mixing the drink.

“Have you spoken to her?” I ask, shuffling on my seat to get comfortable.

“Yeah,” Maria answers, turning to face me with a glum expression. “She’s really enjoying herself.”

“You don’t seem all that happy about that?” I question, giving her a puzzled look.

Bringing over the drink she’s made, she shakes her head as she places the oddly pinkish-colored drink in front of me.

“I really do miss her, Primo,” Maria continues, pushing the drink towards me as she stands on the other side of the kitchen bar. “Wouldn’t it be nice if I had another daughter around the house?”

“Oh sure, that would really liven things up around here.” I say, staring at the  I know the family would have liked that.”

“Do you really think so…?” She replies as I look up at her wide beaming smile.

“I guess,” I answer, taking a small sip. “Would you be happier if you had another daughter?” I then ask.

“More than anything in the world!” Maria says, clapping with excitement.

I give her a small smile as I take another sip. The cocktail she’s made tastes so dam unique! I just couldn’t stop drinking it.

“You like that….huh?” she remarks, still watching me as I drink.

“Yeah!” I reply, wiping my mouth. “What is it!?”

Before she can even answer, I feel dizzy and kind of drunk.

I wobble a little in my seat before rubbing my eyes.

“Wow!” I groan, trying to steady myself with the countertop. “How much booze did you put in this!?”

My skin starts to fizz, and my bones feel like moving. Feeling panicked, I look up at Maria with genuine desperation.

“I f-f-f-feel odd,” I say, rubbing my forehead.

“It will soon be over,” Maria comments as I slide off my stool

“W-wh-what…,” I mutter, stumbling to my feet.

Maria does answer me, but I’m so focused on the feeling of my skin crawling that I can’t concentrate.

Bringing my hands up, I watch on in terror as they slowly start morphing in front of my eyes.

My stubby male fingers elongate and become slender. My pale white skin starts to deepen in color. Shocked, I feel my heart thumping and beating hard in my chest.

As every beat of my heart vibrated my entire being, I gaze down at my hands to see the color of my skin was exactly the same as Maria’s

“What the hell is happening to me!” I screech with an unusually high-sounding voice.

I grab at my throat in shock. My voice is a clear octave higher than it should be!

“It’s ok, Dale,” Maria says gently, as I turn my attention to her. “The transformation is almost complete, and I can already see your curves forming!”

“Wha-what…..” I say, sounding still fruitier than I’m used to.

That’s when my body jerks, and I almost lose my balance. Grabbing the side counter, I hold myself up.

Much to my astonishment, two large unbound mounds of flesh are hanging from my chest.

Taking one hand, I squeeze one in freight!

“WHAT THE!” I scream, almost jumping out of my skin with sensitivity. “These are breasts!”

I don’t get a second to catch my breath before another intense body jerk. This time It was from lower down.

As the sensation passes, I felt odd down there. I feel like my boxers are now vacant.

“Dale…?” Maria says, taking hold of my sides and bringing me upright. “Are you ok?”

I hadn’t a clue what was happening. I could only give Maria a terrified look as she softly grinned in my direction.

“I-I…..,” I mutter as long, lush dark hair cascades down my face, covering my eyes.

“It’s ok, dear….,” Maria continues, brushing the hair from my eyes. “Come sit down over here.”

Gently leading me into the family room, I’m left mortified by the feel of my body. Every single step I took would make parts of my body bounce or jiggle

I’d never felt such sensations in my life. I’d swear I was dreaming!

“Sit,” Maria says as I park my fatter backside on the chair.

As I slump back into the chair, I can only look down at my body in amazement. Gazing down at my chest, I see strands of long black hair pushed upwards by the mounds on my chest.

I look…. Female!

Maria kneels down in front of me and smiles.

“Quiet the transformation,” she giggles. “I wasn’t expecting you to have such large tits.”

My eyes bulge as I stare down at her.

“S-sorry…?” I questions, winching at the sounds of my voice.

“Si…,” Maria replies, nodding her head. “You’ve actually taken on a lot of my characteristics. The hair, for example…mine was just like that at your age.”

A million questions flood my mind at that second.

“W-we are the s-same age…?” I ask, puzzled by her comments.

“Nope!” Maria cheerfully responds as she gets to her feet. “If I mixed it right—you should be roughly a sixteen-year-old again.”

“Oh, stop..!” I answer with a long nervous laugh. “That’s impossible!”

“Oh, is it….?” Maria giggles, giving me a sideways glance. “Had you noticed the color of your skin too?”

I bring my dainty hands to my face.

“Holy crap.” I squeal.

“Yup!” Maria cheerfully bosts. “You’re now a pure-blooded Mexican. No need to tan ever again.”

“No shit,” I reply, now investigating my long feminine nails. “Am I dreaming this shit or…. Am I about to see a herd of dancing elephants bursting through the door…!?”

Maria skips over to the window and peaks outside.

“Mmm…,” she playfully wonders. “No elephants.”

“You’ve got to be joking me!” I scream, bouncing my body on the spot, curious about the sensations it will bring. “I’m a sixteen-year-old girl!?”

“I see that smile creeping across your face, Dale,” Maria says, pointing in my direction as she wanders back over. “Are you….happy about that?”

Struggling to hold in a smile, I pear down at my new breasts, and the possibilities of being young again flooded my mind.

“Maybe…..,” I say, giving one of my breasts a gentle squeeze.

Maria then claps her hands together and jumps for joy. I watch as her face lights up with a beaming smile.

“How's this going to work…?” I ask, secretly thrilled that I’d managed to cheer her up.

“Well!” Maria squeals, sitting beside me in a flash with a big grin. “You'll be my youngest daughter, Sofia.”

“Sofia…?” I question, now running my fingers through my soft hair.

“Si!” she replies. “Does mean there will be a lot of changes in your life, though. It’s not easy being a teenage girl.”

“What about the old me?” I ask.

“We will just say you’ve gone on a trip or something.” She answers, giving it only a second thought. “You’ll get used to being my daughter after a few months, and you’ll forget.”

That’s when I stand before her, my body lose and uncontrolled. Hair falling in front of my face and clothes barely clinging to my feminine frame.

“Wait!” I scream. “Are you suggesting I stay this way?

Maria's smile turns to a sour frown. She slowly nods but doesn’t take her eyes off me.

“That’s right,” she answers, staring. “We’ll keep each other company, and I get to watch you blossom into a stunning young woman.”

Having to stop my trousers from falling, I stand awkwardly in front of her. It is a chance to do things differently!

“Am I going to live here then?” I question, sitting beside her once again.

“Si baby,” Maria replies with a big smile. “You can have Rose’s room.”

Maria looks down at my clothes and plucks at my now very baggy t-shirt.

“She’s got old clothes upstairs that you can have.,” she continues, gently touching my cheek with a motherly touch. “I think you need to get into something more appropriate for your gender.

Puzzled, I give her a look to show my confusion.

“What the matter Sofia?” she instantly questions, still gently holding her soft hand to my cheek.

“You want me to have Rose’s old clothes?” I question, shaking my head. “I think if I’m going to have my life turned upside down so you can have another daughter….I at least get some new digs!”

Maria’s face lights up, and her eyes sparkle.

“That’s a yes!” she squeals, bouncing on the seat in joy. “I’m so happy!”

“Oh…..I’ve got a meeting tomorrow,” I mumble, now looking away from her smile.

Getting to her feet, Maria flicks her hair as she gives me a glancing smile.

“Sofia doesn’t,” he answers, walking back into the kitchen to fetch a few sheets of paper.

Bringing back to me, she hands me the documents.

“What are these?” I ask, skim reading.

“That’s your school application.” She answers. Sitting back down. “Tomorrow, we will hand them in and pick up you’re new uniform.

My eyes grow wide as I hold the forms out.

“School!?” I reply, feeling a little nervous. “I-I-I….”

“Don’t be nervous, Sofia!” Maria says gently, placing a hand on my knee. “You’ll be the talk of the school…just like Rose.”

My palms are sweaty, so I hold the forms out for her to take.

“You t-think so?” I ask.

Maria nods her hands and takes the form of me. Placing the papers onto a side table, she points upstairs.

“Ok then,” she says with a mothering tone. “Go get changed into some more fitting young lady.”

Frozen, I just stare at her.

“Are you listening, Sofia?” she asks, pressing her hand against my cheek.

“W-what….do wear…?” I ask, feeling unsure about it.

Maria smirks.

“Mija….,” she replies. “One thing you will learn about your new Madre is that I don’t stop my daughter from wearing whatever they want.”

“So….,” I reply, awkwardly rubbing my slender arm. “What do I wear then?”

“Why don’t you go work that out,” Maria smiles. “While I make dinner, why don’t you go explore your new body and room…?”

“Ok…..Mama,” I reply.

“That’s the spirit, Mija!” she laughs as she walks to the kitchen. “Just make sure you wear a bra….those things are massive!”