Mom and I did our best to help Anita settle down after his horrible ordeal. Mom wanted him to go to the police, but I knew he wouldn't agree to that.
"Well, at least you are NEVER going back to that awful club."
"But I have to!" Anita wailed. "I need the job if I ever want to move out of my house! I can't stay there anymore. Things are so bad with all the yelling and drinking and..." Anita took a deep breath and continued. "I think my dad is beginning to figure out that I'm not exactly the man he thinks I should be. And if he ever figures out about Anita, hell kill me. I mean it!"
He continued, "I've been saving up my money so I can move out of the house. Maybe I will move to California."
Mom and I stared at each other for a moment and then said -- in unison, "Just move in with us!"
Anita looked confused for a moment and then said, "But I can't move in here. I don't want my parents to know I live just next door. That won't fix anything."
Mom spelled it out for him. "Move in with us as Anita. Let your parents think that Andy has gone to California or Timbuktu or where ever. Graduation is in just a few weeks. Stick it out until then. Then say 'so long' to your folks, pack up your car and start the long drive -- to the house next door!" Mom seemed very pleased with her solution. "But, my parents will recognize my car," Anita protested."Sell it. Get a new one with all the money you saved up." Mom replied. "But what would I do all day as Anita? I've never lived full time as Anita before," he noted.
"Well..." mother replied, "I could use help with my real estate business, Things are really booming. And my own daughter has no interest in real estate." She was referring to me, of course -- and it was true. She continued, "Besides, she's heading off to college in just a couple of months." We talked about it for a long time into the evening and Anita finally gave in to mom's proposal. A lot of things happened over the next few weeks. Let me fill you in:
Andy graduated and told his shitty parents that he was moving out. He dropped his few belongings at our house and then traded in his awful car for a really nice used Audi A4 sedan. It was definitely the car Anita belonged in. Anita started helping mom out with her business, handling some simple phone calls, making appointments, sometimes signing-in people to open houses. Here are some photos of Anita that mom took during Anita's first few days showing houses. Mom noticed right away that Anita was a natural at this. Anita can talk to anyone -- a skill he honed at the club, no doubt. And of course, being gorgeous didn't hurt either -- especially with the male customers. But mom noticed even the female clients seemed intrigued by and drawn to him. Mom started giving Anita more and more responsibility. And by the time I went off to college in late August, Anita was studying for his realtor's license.
And for me, the best part of the summer was having Anita living with us full-time! We kept it quiet from mom, but we found lots of time for our little make-out and hand-job sessions. One day Anita asked me to show him how to eat pussy. I was more than happy to let him practice on me! And he was a natural! I have never cum so hard or so many times in my life. It was such a turn on to see that beautiful blonde hair of his between my thighs; feeling those full, lip-stick coated lips and his very talented tongue go to town on my pussy. It was the best summer of my life! "Anita," mom said one evening before they sat down to dinner. "We need to talk." Anita was concerned by mom's unusually serious tone. "Anita, you are doing a great job helping me with the real estate business. I am so impressed by how mature and professional you are. And I know you are going to ace the real estate license exam." Mom took a deep breath. "But you can't be a realtor and sell real estate under a false name. You have to use a real name -- on your license, on your business cards, everything." Anita turned pale. His dreamy new life as beautiful Anita, as a young professional woman starting out on a real career, seemed to have crashed. "But I can't live like this and call myself Andrew for goodness sake."
"Of course not," replied mom. "So maybe this is the right time for you to say good-bye to Andrew and become Anita. For real. Legally, and if you want, surgically." Oddly, this suggestion came as a surprise to Anita. Anita sat in silence as he thought about what mom had suggested. And then mom added brightly, "And then you can be my niece for real!"
