Chapter 1

I hop out of my car after arriving home from my 30 minute commute. Pressing the remote and hearing the car lock and beep, I smile to myself just loving that moment which signifies the end of the work day and the start of my favorite part of the day. The part of the day where I get to leave work behind, get all comfy at home and spend the rest of the evening with my adorable son Jaden.

“Jaden, honey, I’m hooommme,” I say with some melody while looking up at the stairs, knowing it will just be a few moments. I smile and open my arms wide as he skips every other step on the way down and rushes into my arms and rests his slightly blushing cheek against my chest.

Just having turned 14, he is still a growing boy and has yet to surpass my height of 5’6”. I adore this so much since being about 5’3”, I can still wrap his cute little body up in huggies and look down at him while holding him against me. Something which always makes him blush and which I love even more.

“I missed you, Autumn,” he says with a grin while looking up at me. He has been doing that lately, calling me by my name instead of Mom or Mommy like he always used to. I’ve been missing that so much. He sometimes still does it out of habit but he has been in this phase lately where he is trying to be more mature. What a cutie pie!

“Aww I missed you too, little bunny,” I grin down at him, watching as his cheeks blush even more. He loves to pretend he doesn’t like it when I call him that. I started calling him that when he was much younger and often say it just to get that reaction out of him. But I know he loves it and I can’t resist making him blush.

I gently run my fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair that frames his beautiful face and kiss the top of his head, then whisper softly, “it looks like you might be in a Jade mood tonight, huh?”

“Uh huh,” he replies softly as I look down over his lithe body to get a good look at the home outfit he chose to wear today. A light gray crop top, which exposes his fit tummy. A hint of ab definition against his light and almost pale skin making for quite the nice look. Aside from that he is barefoot with just a pair of light pink panties hugging his slim thighs and cute little butt.

We have always had a very open, honest, encouraging policy at home where just about anything goes. Nothing is off limits as far as what we can talk about and share with each other. I am very open-minded and spiritual and so I always encouraged free conversation and not being at all ashamed about our bodies, as well as sexuality.

I noticed when Jaden was younger how androgynous he looked but also how interested he was in expressing his femininity. I found it so beautiful that even though he was a boy, he felt absolutely no pressure to behave and present himself as most would expect of him. So I encouraged him to explore whatever he feels like exploring.

I started calling him Jade instead of Jaden a while back when he is feeling more feminine, and he really enjoyed that. I love it too. It’s so wonderful to me that I can have both a son and a daughter. Same person, different feelings of expression. The dynamic is a beautiful thing.

“Such a cute and lovely outfit, sweetie,” I say warmly as my thumb gently caresses his warm cheek. My hand holding his head still against my chest as I rock side to side a bit. Enjoying the soft closeness between us.

He smiles with a soft sigh, always thankful for the total lack of judgment and ability to be who or whatever he wants, at least when we are together at home. Our little safe space.

I realize we’re still standing in the doorway and I can’t wait to get out of my more formal business attire.

“I’m going to go get comfy, honey. How about I meet you on the sofa for some TV and a cuddle?” I say as I kiss the top of his head as my arms wrap around his back and squeeze.

“Yesss!” he says excitedly and skips over to the sofa, which makes me chuckle as I head upstairs to my bedroom.

We don’t have an open door policy in the house, but there may as well be one since we are so comfortable with each other that we rarely keep the doors closed. It has for many years been standard to at times see each other in the middle of getting dressed or even showering and it just was never a big deal.