Her True Self - Sex Stories

Her True Self

... And see where it goes from there." "Damn, girl. I could never do it. But I admire you. And if it comes down to it with mom and dad, you can count on me to back you up. I'll do what I can."

"I appreciate it, Grace."

"Actually, I think that's them, now," Grace said at the sound of the garage door moving. "They went out with some friends for a lunch date. You going to stick around here, or head back upstairs?"

"I'm whole-assing it," Amy said, and they laughed together again.

A few minutes later, her mother came in the kitchen from the garage, did a double-take after looking at Amy, and then froze in place in the doorway. She only stayed that way for a moment, then held up a finger and disappeared back into the garage.

Amy and Grace exchanged a look, but neither knew what was going on.

Then their mom came back in and acted like everything was completely normal. Her father came in after, gaped at Amy for a few seconds, and then grumbled something under his breath and left the room.

"Wait, you knew about this, didn't you, mom?" Grace said.

"I met one of Amy's True Selves friends, and I did some research," their mom said. "It's not something I'd have chosen for you, Amy, but if that's what you want, I'm going to do my best to support you."

"I appreciate it, mom," Amy said.

"At least you're not telling me you're a boy now, or a dragon. I hear that kids these days do that kind of thing."

"Mom, that's pretty fucking shitty to say," Grace ...

... said.

"Language!"

"You're telling me you'd stop loving me if I identified as a boy?" Grace demanded.

"Well, no, I'd do my best to get over it. It would just be hard."

"Hey, guess what, mom," Grace said.

"I don't like where this is going. Are you a boy? Are you going to be one of these nudists like Amy?"

"First of all, Amy's not a nudist. It's different. I thought you did research. And second of all, mom, I don't even like boys. I like girls. And that's not a hypothetical. If Amy's brave enough to share this with you, then I'm going to open up too. Your two kids aren't both miniature clones of you, with the same old-fashioned shitty values. We're our own people, and we're growing up and coming into ourselves."

"I had no idea," Amy said.

"You inspire me, girlie," Grace said back, smiling at her.

Their mother was motionless, in shock at the news. She seemed to have spent some time trying to ready herself for Amy's potential change, but Grace's news had blindsided her. Amy kind of wanted to laugh, but instead, she just grabbed Grace's arm and pulled her upstairs, leaving their mom to figure it out on her own.

When they were upstairs, Amy said, "Wait, so when you said I was hot...?"

"You're my sister. I don't want to violate that. But yeah, girl, you're so fucking hot. If you weren't my sister, I'd be all over you."

"Why don't any boys want me, then?" she asked.

"Probably just a confidence thing, honestly," Grace said. "And it looks like you're sorting that ...