Two Women - Year One (Michelle + Angela accept their punishment - very willingly!)
Sweet Tea for Three (Have you made your reservations yet?)
He's the Man/We're The Girls! (Jennifer+Wynona feed the beast)
600TH POST! Coping Mechanism (A changed family brings changed desires)
THE HONEY COMBS: Epilogue (Ari wraps up some loose ends)
Father, Son, and Grandfather are starring on a very special reality show.
Epilogue:
So That We're Being Fair...
So That We're Being Fair...

Hi It’s me, Ari. Look, Mom hogged that whole last closing segment, and GG had the critical scene where she called the studio, so I needed to come back one more time to fill in some plot holes.
First – GG referenced her beloved Doris by her maiden name, Reynolds. The way I see it – my grandparents were lesbians, and GG Jeanie reverted back to being a straight woman later in life. Hey it’s the 21st century, people, it can happen!
Speaking of history, GG referenced three generations of ladies who taught her to bake. This is obviously revisionist history if you read our story. She said her father and older male relatives were all salty old men who raised chickens. Obviously they should have put on dresses, bloomers, and pinafores and gone out and learned how to bake, and how to tease and please the well endowed gentlemen who courted them . Hey, it was mom’s idea – God she has such an imagination!
Finally, you may ask, whatever happened to the old chicken farm? Who cares! We’re here in LA, living as beautiful women, starting a new career as bakers, and as entertainment professionals. We uncovered that we are happier as women, as mothers and daughters, and that men are yummy. (Giggle)
Almost as yummy as our cookies and cakes. Hmmm – wonder if we can make a cake with a man inside? Whipped cream baby!
THE HONEY COMBS: Scenes 10-12 (Fighting back to take control of their lives...))
Father, Son, and Grandfather are starring on a very special reality show.
Were you shocked at how out of control these new ladies got? The executive producer of the reality show was having his way with the ex-chicken foods salesman Evie, while Marshall's uncle Paul was just as successful with Evie's dad-turned-mom Jeanie. Finally, Evi's grandchild, Ari, was seduced by the slick Garrett who had asked her out.
Then the story got dark. Flush from sex and feeling vulnerable, the Combs gals were feeling discarded and cheap. They felt like they had been used. In this arc, we'll confirm their fears, and watch as this family fights back - Combs style...
Scene 10: And The TRUTH Comes Out...
It was amazing what lengths Marshall and Prism had gone to in manipulating our family. The “spring water” was actually laced with an herbal extract that acted as an estrogen accelerator. It had the same effect on us that actually being given real estrogen would have. The curves, the breast growth, the feminine desires, the weepiness and emotional roller coaster – all there.
The electronics we found led to a locked room in the basement of the mansion. This “control center” showed all of us in our bedrooms, kitchen, and every room. Every innocent and decadent action with the Combs “girls” would be caught on HD video and Dolby audio. Every cry – every laugh – every moan. Watching each of us being intimate with our guys was disturbing in way.
But what was most disturbing was that the speakers in our beds were used to play suggestive advice during our slumber.
Examples: “Are you pretty enough” – “Flirt with him” – “Buy that dress” – “use BOB” - “Suck his cock” – “stick it in” – “Please your man” ; we were manipulated like puppets.
I was on hold, waiting to talk to the president of the network. Elly was cradling Ari, and vice versa. I wanted so badly to comfort them both, but I was the mother lion and I was defending my cubs.
“I – I don’t want to believe that, all of those wonderful feelings – weren’t real,” cried Ari. “I refuse to believe that we shouldn’t feel like women. There’s got to be more than this empty feeling, Mom.”
“I agree, honey,” Elly said as she softly kissed Ari’s forehead. “Because, there was one definite feminine feeling that those bastards did not give us – that’s the feeling of being mothers and daughters. All of those things we did together as girls – baking, shopping, dressing, girl-talk. Where did that come from? It came from us. We embraced it. We also embraced our romantic and sensual side… which is what Marshall corrupted. But he’ll never take away the good parts of being female.”
“I agree Evi – hello, yes this is Jeanette. Yes, Ms. Barker? Yes.”
I listened intently. “Ms. Barker, our family’s rights have been violated here. We were subject to the deviant whims of Mr. Crowe and his partners. We have enough information here that, should it come out in a courtroom or in the papers, would destroy your network’s reputation – yes, thank you. “
Another pause. “Ms. Barker – OK, Barbara, sure… well, yes, that would definitely be something to talk about. Oh so you are one too? Two little girls – under six, oh I bet they are precious. Yes. Please – go on.”
I smiled as my girls sat perplexed.
“OK, Barbara, we’ll see you tomorrow. Good night.” I hung up and said, “She’ll be out here tomorrow, she’s flying back from her home in Arizona. Production on the show is ceased immediately, and she’s calling TGT security to prevent those men from coming back here. She said we will have a lot of reparations coming to us. We need to talk amongst ourselves about what we want to do with our lives going forward.” And we talked all day and night…
Scenes 11-12: PAYBACK, our way...
“Ladies and gentlemen, TGT Network is proud to announce the debut of “The Honey Combs”, a reality show based on three gorgeous generations of women who are owning and operating their own boutique bakery here in Beverly Hills. Jeanie Combs is the matriarch of the family and is in charge of the bakery.”
“Yes, I’m carrying down the family recipes from my partner Doris Reynolds and my own mother, grandmother and great grandmother. We make our cookies, cakes, pies and treats the old fashioned way. And only my girls and I know how to make our treats so magically special.”

“Next to Jeanie is her granddaughter Arianna. Ari is a sophomore at UCLA studying business, and one day, she’ll be running the entire operations. In the meantime, she’s learning the ropes from the family.”
“Hi! I love working with my GG – I call her that because she’s no blue haired granny – and my gorgeous mom. One day, Grandma Honey Combs will the greatest baked goods brand in the whole world.”
“And to Ari’s right is her mom and Jeanie’s daughter, Elly. She’s the president of the company and is in charge of selling GHC through their retail store and their distribution channels nationwide.”
“Folks, as sweet and tasty as our cookies are, you’ll get quite the sweet tooth watching our show. I have an amazing family of women who enjoy working hard, playing hard, and enjoying the fruits of both.”
“I should point out that all three Combs women are beautiful, passionate, and very single. It should make for great TV”
We grinned and twirled for the cameras until the press conference ended. Believe it or not, we’re going through with this reality television stuff. But we’ve flipped the script so to speak.
Barbara Barker, the network head, wasn’t going to let TGT Network be scandalized by the deviancy of Marshall, Paul, and Garrett. She forced Marshall to sign over control of Prism Entertainment to TGT – who in turn, sold it to our family for one dollar! She also raised our compensation for the TV contracts to $2 million per family member. And now we’re in the TV business.
For now, the studio will run the shop, but I want to eventually learn the ropes and become a producer. The bakery will be in great hands once Ari assumes control, and her beloved GG will always be there as her mentor But I think I have what it takes to become the most powerful female producer in Hollywood. At least, the most powerful transwoman producer in Hollywood. Assuming no one realizes that Barb Barker was born Bill Barrie.
And what happened to our would-be boyfriends? Well, we decided to do like the other families in La-La land and hire some maids. Melinda cleans, Pamela does the laundry, and Gina does some cooking – but not the baking – that’s our job.
And yes, we are all single now – and all looking. We haven’t decided as to whether to have the full SRS surgery – but as I was told once upon a time – we are very special girls.
So guys, if you want to be with a Combs girl – you better treat her right. You can woo her, you can take her to bed, and yes - you can win her heart, but you need to be prepared to share her with her family. With her girls.
And her BOB…
A Symbiotic Relationship (starring Janis and daughter Kimberly)
Jerry Caldwell, 42, thought he found the perfect apartment for him and his college bound son, Kevin, 18. It was spacious, well appointed, and rent too good to be true. The guys shrugged up the fact that the landlord had not cleared out the two sets of female wardrobe – each with a slinky, silky little black dress.

The dress material was neither synthetic nor a naturally grown
fabric – it was a living alien being that sought out the duo as they slept.
The ET dresses now fit the altered gender of “Janis” and “Kimberly”, and the new mother and daughter were soon hitting the clubs together, in search of men who would enjoy cramming their big cocks deep inside their warm quivering slits.
The nanites from the dresses had evolved the simple males into feminine seductresses!
ANNIE'S CAPS - A Fine Family from Stepford
KEITH: My son and I had not seen my brother or nephew in over 5 years!
GREG: Yep and Dad and I were not at all ready for their brand new look!
MIKE: You should have seen the look in your eyes, cuz!

CARL: Sorry for the deceit, but it was the best way our masters/husbands to recruit new sissy boi wives for the hundreds of Alpha males flocking to Stepford monthly!
My master Patrick saw our family scrapbook; he knew that if my new daughter and I took so well to being dedicated homemakers and subservient fuck-toys in the bedroom, that my “sister” and“niece” would also make two sexy shemales!
MOLLY: Just like Mom and me – don’t you love it when a real man fucks you like you’re his whore?
KATIE: I never knew how wonderful cock was!
GINA: Me neither Mom, and we are just as sexy and beautiful and docile as Molly and Auntie! What great role models they are for us nu gurls!
CLAIRE: And it’s just getting started. To think, 5 years ago, we never dreamed we’d be so damn happy. Imagine two sisters and their daughters, not having to worry about a job or supporting a family. We just have to be good housewives, and take care of every one of our masters' needs!
ANNIE'S CAPS - Manly Punishment – Womanly Reward
My name is Karen Murray, and by trying to teach the men in my life a lesson in a much needed lesson in humility – it was me that was humbled. My husband of 25 years, Herman, was an obnoxious lout , and our only son Dustin was his father’s son. I loved them, but I was tired of cleaning up their messes, and listening to them pop off about scantily clad models, sports, and other nonsense.
So I had a coworker who was from a long line of voodoo priestesses cast a spell on them as they slept off a night of drinking beer and playing cards. They woke up to an unfamiliar world.

As far as any one knows – LADIES – your male identities do not exist,. HILLARY – you are my dear sister, a lovely single lady in her 50s. DONNA – you will now call your former father Mom and I am now your Aunt Karen. You still have your jobs in banking and IT, only your salaries are slightly less and you spend a LOT more on clothes, beauty, but less on satellite TV and cigars. Oh, and you both have hunky BOYFRIENDS! Let’s see how big and bad you are after a month as a pair of blonde babes, Ciao!”
I think everything would have been perfect except that they enjoyed their new sexuality a little too much. They were terrified on their “first” dates with Charlie and George, but they soon found out what all we girls down deep know: you can control your man through his dick, and you can get ANYTHING your heart desires. That and the female orgasm is 1 million times more incredible than the males.
Within 2 weeks, Hillary and Donna were shopping together, all the time laughing and carrying on the way all girlfriends do. Then one day, they showed up on my door, wearing sexy new evening dresses that provocatively showed off their “new” assets, each smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“Your good friend Jamilia told us what you did out of guilt – but she’s not surprised we have taken so well to being women,” smirked Hillary.
Donna cooed, “And that’s why we’re staying this way forever. But you’re no longer her sister or my aunt. Goodbye forever, you bitch. – Let’s go mom, our men are waiting for us.”
I never saw them after that day…