April knocked at the door of the apartment in San Francisco. A 12 year old runaway,she was wet and cold, having lived on the streets for 3 days. She had been chased away from the entrance several times, trying to find out how to sneak in without alerting the occupants who she was. April was afraid that she would be turned away, sight unseen. Her perfect pitch and good hearing gave her a code. When the code holder left later in the day, April used it to get in.

The door opened and April was confronted with the most beautiful and glamorous women she had ever seen. Her heart sank, this woman, dressed in an electric blue, smooth, skin tight dress, her boobs almost bursting from their close encounter with the fabric, the hemline ending so high above the knees any movement was revealing, and wearing platform high heels, would surly stand between her and her father.

"I'm looking for my father, I'm April, his daughter," she added unnecessarily.

The woman's full shiny red lips made almost a perfect "O," her deep blue eyes widened, and she took a faltering step back.

"Oh MY God!" oh my god, Oh!" she went from nearly a shout to a husky whisper.

April backed away, but the women, perfect manicure and all, grabbed the girl's grubby hand and pulled her across the threshold.

The woman's reaction, so intense, frightened the 12 year old, and she made an attempt to back away. Instead she was pushed toward the full length mirror in the apartment's foyer.

"Look child! Look!" the woman said.

April saw herself , army jacket, torn denim cut offs, thermal leggings and work boots. She had let her backpack slip to the floor, but wore a large webbed belt, with various items hung from it.

April had made an attempt to clean her face, but her black hair, it's natural shine dulled by dirt, bunched out from under her knitted cap. As April looked at the woman standing beside her, she realized what had started her. The same deep blue eyes, light brown skin, full lips and even the same nose. This woman was related to her.

"I don't understand, April said, are you related to my father?"

"Oh sweetheart, this is going to be so hard, so hard to explain." The woman took a deep breath, and continued. "I am your father!"

The impossibility of the statement made April dizzy. She sunk to her knees, but the beautiful woman, and that she was a woman, was undeniable, helped her to he feet.

"Come,child, my baby, my April, come into the house. I'll explain. Just let me make a phone call..."

April, startled, got up and made a grab for her back pack.

"Don't go! I just need to cancel an appointment."

The woman picked up a cell phone that was lying on a chair. April looked around the cozy but large and luxurious room. She sat at the edge of her chair as she heard part of the phone conversation.

"Yes Mel, thanks for being so understanding, I'l make it up to you, I will darling." She turned to look at the little 12 year old, and she was little, who continued to sit in a daze.

"You came looking for your father, Daniel C.... Well, little one, he, that's me, is now Dani C.... Do you understand about transgendered people?"

"I think so," April said in a tiny soft voice.

"I won't go into detail, now, but it's why your mother and I split up when you were still a baby, baby." Dani paused and tears, ruining her mascara, rolled down her smooth cheeks in smudgy rivulets. "I started to dress as a woman sometimes and your mother freaked out. Long story short, she kicked me out and would not let me near you. I could get know one on my side except your grandmother, and your mother cut off all communication with her." Dani stood up, smoothing her dress, and fretting about her make up, said. "April lets get you out of those rags and into a bath, I think I have some cloths that will fit you."

April, looking at her father's figure, doubted that it could be.

"I live with a young couple, Sophia and KC. She's a little bigger than you, but I'll find something."

April, having it pointed out to her, walked into the biggest and most luxurious bathroom she had ever seen. The walls that were not covered with marble were covered with mirrors. She saw herself at multiple angles, a petite waif-like child dressed in punk cloths, to make herself look older as much as it to identify with the lifestyle it represented.

April had never seen as many bottles, tubes and jars filled with scented and slippery liquid and creams in her life. Her mother, not wealthy, but also dead set against things that were too "girly," never wore make up or scent. In a flash of understanding April realized it could be a reaction to finding her husband using those very items.

The steamy tub, called her and April monetarily, forgot her perplexity at finding her father now a beautiful woman, peeled off her clothes, putting them outside the bathroom door as instructed. When she turned around she could see her body in it's entirety.

Except for her little, but rounded bottom and her tight slit just beginning to be shadowed by pubic hair, she could be a young boy. She had broad solders, a flat chest, with no hint of breast buds yet,an equally flat tummy and sturdy legs, ending in tiny, high arched feet.

If she took after her mother April fretted, she would hardly even need a bra. But, smiling for the first time in weeks, she thought she could seek out her father's plastic surgeon. His boob job was outstanding. She eased herself in to the tub, and forgot her troubles.

April didn't hear the soft knock at the door. She wasn't exactly asleep, but she wasn't exactly conscious either.

"Can I come in?" April looked up to see a small blonde woman, She was wearing a short white shift dress with eyelets and white applique. "I'm Sophie I've found you something to wear and I'm washing your clothes." She giggled, "Dani's got the girl part down, but he forgot to learn how to do laundry." She laughed as she helped April from the tub and handing her a big white fluffy towel, took another, knelt down and vigorously wiped April's legs and back. "I mean you can put the boy in lingerie and dresses, but you can't get him to follow it up with proper laundry technique." Sophie, frowned," Oh! I'm sorry, I'm still getting my head around that she's your father. I didn't mean to make fun."

"That alright, I'm still trying to get a hold on the fact that my dad looks like a beautiful woman. He, I mean she is..."

"Well," Sophie, answered, I think I'm the one to tell you, as it will probable be awkward for you to bring it up to him, she, and this one time, I'll say 'he,' he has all the working man parts needed.

Later Sophie told April that her father's undeniable sexy woman's body with the presence of a large penis was what paid the rent. "In other words, your father's a shemale escort, one of the most popular in the city. And there's a lot of good competition."

Dani had ordered a big spread from a local Chinese restaurant, and not much conversation ensued as they, as KC, Sophie's friend had put, "chowed down."

April had a full belly for the first time since she had run away from home a week before. She wore one of Sophie's dresses a near twin to Sophie's, except in pink. It was a bit large and the straps kept slipping down, but since April did not have much to hide, that didn't bother her. She hadn't worn a dress in years and it was that, that felt awkward.

"Sleeping arrangements?" Dani replied. April was tired and didn't much care if she slept on the floor. After all the carpet with a deep pile was much better than a cardboard box in a fetid alley, fog soaked and cold.

Sophie and KC showed April around the apartment. After the formal looking foyer with its mirror and marble topped table with a large floral arrangement and a large chandelier and two doors. One opened on the large living room, a kitchen that looked as if it could be used for a small restaurant, but hardly looked used at all, "our little family orders take out a lot," as Dani put it, there was the aforementioned bathroom and a large bedroom, big enough for the two king size mattresses pushed together with one enormous headboard.

"This is where we all sleep," KC told her.

"Where does Dani sleep? April asked.

"Either in his suite on the other side or sometimes here, Sophie answered.

"His suite?"

"Come-on, we'll show you," they both said.

"Won't he be pissed?"

After getting the OK from Dani who nodded while, not breaking off his phone conversation, the three of them went back to the apartment's entrance. The other door led into a bedroom with another enormous bed, The ceiling was draped with gauze and velvet surrounding a large mirror in the center. Curtained alcoves with half-seen artifacts that April would learn about later, dotted the walls. A large fountain, softly splashing, took up the space between two side doors. KC opened one revealing a somewhat smaller but similar bathroom to the one that April had used. Sophie opened the other with a flourish that turned out to be a closet with more clothes than April had ever seen even in a dress shop.

"Wow!" Dad, way to go," April laughed. "I spent so much of growing up imaging father to be a fireman or a solderer or some other macho kind of guy, I guess I have to turn my head around."

"This may help," KC said walking to a large frame covered by a drape with a knotted pull cord.

"No!" Sophie said. "Let Dani show her." While they argued the matter, April went up and pulled the cord. A life size nude paining of Dani was revealed, looking every inch a woman except for the inches between his legs. April was familiar with the male anatomy, both first hand and on the internet, but was still mesmerized by its size.

The sleeping arrangements, April learned, meant everyone slept in the gigantic bed in the master suite. She didn't care. At that point she could hardly keep her eyes open.

She slid between the silky sheets and Sophie followed her, spooning the 12 year old, with her own young body. April had asked Sophie's and KC's age finding out they were 16 and seventeen. That they were under age lovers did not register with April. After all, she thought, they were way older than her.

KC stripped out of his cargo shorts and Grateful Dead tee and jumped into the bed like a playful puppy. The last thing that crossed April's mind before sleep was that he had blond pubic hair.

April opened her eyes. It was morning she could tell by the bar of light from the bottom of the window, where the shade had not been pulled all the way down. She looked to her left and saw that Sophie was awake. On the other side, Dani slept with one arm over KC's shoulder. He also slept on, snoring softly.

"Come on, time for the loo," Sophie whispered. "Those two will sleep till noon." Both girls made it to the bathroom. "I've got a full bladder," the older girl said as she raced to the toilet. "You can pee in the shower if you absolutely have to."

April said that she could wait and watched as Sophie mounted the toilet bowl, her bare feet curled over the porcelain edges. Her softly rounded "yoni" as she called it parted, "I called it my cunt, but Dani thinks that's disrespectful," Sophie said, rolling her eyes. A strong light yellow stream hit the target with an echoey splash. "I can piss standing up almost as well as a guy. Growing up with an older brother, you know.

April peed, without too much trouble, determined to be as cool as Sophie. She was handed a new toothbrush and both girls got past "morning mouth." As they left the bathroom, Sophie turned and hugging April, kissed her on the lips. She was startled, never having embraced in the nude, but, having "messed around" with a school mate, the kiss was not a first, but the warmth of the embrace felt loving as well as hot.

The two girls went into the walk in closet and vanity. Sophie put a large soft blanket on the daybed in the corner under the small window. April carefully shut the door.

"Don't worry about the guys April, if they wake up they will fool around with each other."

"Doesn't my Da.., I mean Dani, like girls?" I naively asked.

"Oh yes, even has women clients. I mean, wouldn't want to waste that cock just on boys, would we?" oops, I'm forgetting, your his daughter, sorry."

"No problem, I mean I never knew him as Dan, and Dani is, well I really can't think of him as much as I want to as my father or a parent," April said.

That will make things a lot easier," Sophie answered.

April did not know what the other girl meant, but was pulled down to the bed before she could ask.

Soft kisses starting at the ear, down the neck, hand and fingers, nipples, small as they were, navel, and finely the by now moist, tight slit at the bottom of the child's belly. April moaned as Sophie's fingers spread the 12 year old's pussy and applied her tongue to the tightly curled outer and inner lips.

April came out of her trance long enough to feel the older girl neatly flip around to place her own sex against her lips. She imitated what Sophie had done to her and was rewarded by feeling the older girl's orgasms and almost syrupy wetness coating her lips and tongue.

She did not know how long it lasted, but her entire lower body throbbed and felt hot. April's little nipples, which so worried the pre-teen, felt so sensitive she shuddered when her own fingers brushed against them.

"Let's go shower." Sophie, said as they crept passed the sleeping duo. April noticed that Dani's arm and hand rested on KC's obviously hard cock. It hardly registered as the 12 year old still felt cocooned by her body'd reactions "I Kissed A Girl and I Liked It" ran through her scrambled brain. She giggled.

"Watch this," Sophie said, as they stood together in the stall. The older girl stood at one end of the shower enclosure. "I can hit the wall just like a guy." She then did just that. Sophie stood, legs slightly bent, leaning back, holding her lips apart and a golden stream arched like a rainbow, splashing a foot off the floor on the opposite wall.

"Your turn April."

April tried to inmate the older girl's stance. Much to her embarrassment, she dribbled and pee ran down her legs. She made herself relax and tried again. This time April was able to make a short arc a foot or so in front of herself. Sophie sank to her knees and opening her mouth took as much of the yellow liquid in as she could, the rest beading on her warm skin.

Standing up Sophie fiercely kissed the 12 year old, and April tasted her own salty piss, finally swallowing a mouthful.

Much More To Come