Andersonville 20 - The Cure

by: Prudence Walker

 

Fade in…

"Good morning, Crius," Dennis Butz said.

"And to you - 'brother'," Crius replied back with just a hint of sarcasm.
The Titan God was seated on the back porch of his new residents having
breakfast. He was dressed in his traditional long, white robe with an
oversized hood that was common before the war with the Olympians. Nearby
sat Lucus, who eyed the director carefully. Dennis gave him a frown and
sat down.

"Where's the suit I got you?" Dennis inquired.

Crius grunted as he stabbed at his eggs. "I didn't like it - too drab. I
prefer my own clothes."

"You need to start wearing human clothes, Crius," Dennis explained.

"Why?" Crius grunted again without looking up. "Is the sky going to fall
if I don't? Are my Olympians 'masters' going to come and take me away
again."

"Keep your voice down," Dennis warned him softly. "It's important that
people don't know who we are."

"You mean 'what' we are, don't you 'brother'?" Crius snarled in distaste.

"Yes," the director agreed. "We need to fit in."

Crius stared at Dennis with cold eyes and snapped, "What's happened to
you? Have you been around the humans so long that it's affected your
loyalty? You used to be proud to call yourself a 'Titan'. Now look at
you! You disgrace your own people by pretending to be someone you're not.
Well I am not you, 'brother'! I prefer to be who I am, instead of
pretending to be someone I'm not."

"I have a plan," Dennis explained.

"Yes, I've heard all about your plan," Crius responded bitterly as he
glanced over at Lucus. "After everything the Olympians have done to our
people, you now want to work with them? Have you forgotten about your
daughter, Rommona, and how Jupiter butchered her!"

"I haven't!" Dennis answered in an equally bitter tone. "It's because of
Rommona that I'm working on a peaceful solution. I don't want any more
Rommona's killed. We have much to lose by going to war with them."

"No - we have everything to gain," Crius countered strongly. "It is the
Olympians who have everything to lose. We control the government of the
strongest nation in the world thanks to you."

"Influence," Dennis corrected. "We have influence to the strongest nation
in the world, and the Olympians have influence with almost two-thirds of
the other nations."

"So what?" Crius scoffed. "We have better weapons."

"This is not a war we can win, Crius - nor should we try too. Millions
would die if that happens."

"Bah, you have become weak - 'brother'."

"No, I have become smarter, Crius. The time for fighting is over.
There's no way we can win a war against the Olympians with our numbers.
At best, it would take years to free our people from their prison; not to
mention that the toll on human life would be tremendous."

That is where you're wrong, 'brother'!" Crius argued.

"Stop calling me 'brother'," Dennis responded forcefully. "I have a
name - it's Dennis Butz."

"I thought you would like the term, 'brother'."

"Not when it's used as an insult," Dennis snarled. "You're trying to
bait me into a fight with you."

"No," Crius countered sternly. "I'm trying to remind you what they have
done to you, to all our people. You have suffered I'm sure, but our
people still suffer in those underground caves of theirs."

"In time, Crius...all in good time. Right now there is nothing we can do
about it."

"Not true, there is plenty we can do. Lucus has told me much about
America's weapons, and the condition of Peace River when he last visited
there."

"Wait a minute," Dennis interrupted, and pointed his finger at the other
man. "How could you have gotten into their town without them knowing it?"

"I have my ways," Lucus told him carefully. "I found out that they are
weak - very weak. The humans the Olympians have are not fully supplying
their needs. They are having to rely on the orb to compensate for the
difference."

"Don't you see 'brother', you give them too much credit." Crius stopped
talking for a moment to let that sink in. "I have a plan, brother," he
explained carefully. "Lucus can take some of his men and hide near the
entrance where our people are being held. When they are safely in place
we will strike! I think two, 20-megtron bombs will do the trick. The
effects will knock out their defence systems for a least an hour. With
their town burning and their humans dying, the Olympians will be too busy
to deal with us."

"Nuke Peace River - are you INSANE?" Dennis exploded in horror and
outright anger at the suggestion. "The Olympians would counter with
nuclear weapons from their own countries. "

"Not if we nuke those countries first," Crius explained in a cold and
callous manner.

Dennis stood up and slammed his fist on the table. "THIS IS MADNESS,
CRIUS! You're talking about using nuclear weapons as if they were
firecrackers. Do you realise what they would do to this world? The
effects from the fallout alone would last for years. Millions would die
in the initial exchange, and they would be the lucky ones. Ten times that
number would die afterwards. Even if I did wage war against the
Olympians, I wouldn't use weapons that would turn this planet into a
graveyard! I won't subject the human race to that kind of terror AGAIN!"

"You have lived with them for too long," Crius pointed out strongly.
"You're one of us, a 'TITAN'! So a couple 'hundred' million humans
die - our people will be victorious!"

"And what will we rule over, Crius - a nuclear, winter wonderland? Well
I'm not willing to pay that price for victory!" Dennis hissed and walked
away. Lucus watched him go and took a seat next to Crius.

"I told you it was a waste of time," he tired to explain. "Mr. Butz is
committed to this dream of his. He thinks one day we will live
together as one big, happy family. Trying to convert him is a waste of
time."

"Perhaps," Crius said, as he tasted the pancakes his assistant had made
for him. They were too bland for his taste. "Maybe what my new brother
needs is a little motivation. You say he is married to one of these
humans?"

"Yes," Lucus smiled slightly. "I met her once, her name is Mary Jo. I
understand she was beautiful in her days."

Crius grunted at the comment and shoved his plate aside. "And what about
this Linda Anderson? Where does she fit into my 'brothers' life?"

"Linda is his Rommona - only she isn't aware of it."

Crius put his hands together as if he were praying, and thought deeply for
a moment. There was much to do.

"You will work on a plan to deal with his wife, Lucus. Make sure it's an
accident that we can blame on the Olympians. I will worry about the
details on why they killed her."

"Me?" Lucus asked in surprise. "I can't leave Andersonville, not after my
last attack on Mercury. Do you know what will happen if they catch me?"

"This is WAR!" Crius replied coldly. "There is risk in every war, and
you're not above them, Lucus. If we are to be victorious we will need my
'brothers' co-operation. Now, you will do as I ordered or I'll throw you
to the Olympians myself. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Lucus replied in an obedient tone. "What about Linda Anderson?"

A vicious smiled appeared Crius' face. "Leave her to me. Once Dennis'
support system is in shambles, he will have no choice but to come back to
me. Then he will be mine to manipulate, just as before!"

Fade out...

Voice of Judge Jasper: We are the Roman Gods, who fell to your world long ago when your people were still learning how to crawl. We have guided you through the years, rewarded you for good deeds, and punished you when needed. With our leadership, we helped you defeat the Titans in a terrible but glorious war. Once your path was set, we went to sleep, waiting for the day you would reach for the stars and take us home. But the Titans interfered, and turned you away from your destiny. When we awoke, we found much work to do; so we established a base and called it Peace River. The Titans, with our help, established their own base later on. It’s a town where we can work together, a last ditch effort to avoid another war that may destroy the human race forever. Some would like to see the town and your people destroyed, others would like to see it work – to have peace at last. There is much hatred between our people, and the road ahead won’t be easy but the rewards if we do are great. The name of this last chance for peace is called Andersonville.

Andersonville 20
The Cure

Story idea by Prudence Walker
Written by Prudence Walker
Introduction by Kelly Davidson
Edited by Aardkal

This story is a dedication to Kelly, for without her stories we would all be the poorer.

Authors note: Thanks, Samantha, for your linguistic skills re the Latin translations.

Fade in...

David was deep in thought as he drove his car across the state. He was
worrying about his sick wife and daughter following him in the old SUV
some days travel behind. Hoping to check out the news of a possible cure,
he was racing ahead to see if he could confirm it before his wife wasted
precious time driving uselessly to another false hope. His wife Susan had
a rare degenerative disease that was ultimately fatal and unfortunately,
was being carried by a recessive gene down though the female line to his
daughter. Having both a wife and a daughter depending on him weighed
heavily on his shoulders, and as David drove though the breaking dawns
light, he was unaware of the twists of fate that was about to change his
life forever.

***********************************************

In another part of the country, a man whose physical body was identical to
that of David's was about to become wanted by the police. Jack was a Latin
teacher at a nearby school. A student had reported that she had been
interfered with by him, and said she had then been threatened to keep
quiet about it. The headmaster, after questioning some of the other
students intensely, had found out that this had been going on for some
time. Reporting Jack to the police, they had set up a sting at his home,
where after entering they found evidence of child pornography. Jack made
bail shortly after his arrest and promptly went to ground and started
travelling west across the country. Soon a statewide search started by the
police swung into action, and it's into the state that David, unaware of
the situation, was now entering.

By chance, the two men passed each other on the same road in the opposite
direction. Stopping for some breakfast, David pulled in at a small
roadside diner and climbed wearily out of his car and stretched his aching
back. Walking into the diner, he spotted two patrol officers also eating.
As the tinkling bell announced his entry, he didn't see the look that
passed between the two cops as he eyed the menu board hungrily. As he
started to give his order to the girl behind the counter a tap on his
shoulder announced the presence of the two cops. When he turned in
surprise, he found himself pinned against the counter as they grabbed his
arms roughly and forced them behind his back. Then he heard and felt the
"snick snick" sound of handcuffs going around his wrists.

"What the hell," David started to yell.

The two cops, thinking of him as Jack a child molester, were in no mood
for him yelling. They promptly slugged him in the guts and as he fell
gasping for air, followed it up with several brutal kicks to the ribs.

David felt a rib crack and darkness overcome him as he passed out.

***********************************************

Susan wrestled with the SUV, cursing it's handling as they came over the
mountains. The temperature gauge promised troubles if they didn't stop
soon. Looking over at Diane, her daughter, sleeping in the passenger's
seat, she sighed, wishing she were awake to keep her company with her
incessant chatter. But the excitement of the trip had taken its toll, and
she had succumbed to the warmth in the cab and dozed off. Knowing her
husband was many days ahead didn't help matters, but she knew she couldn't
stop him racing off like a knight on a white charger. She grinned at the
thought, as the car David was driving was a white mustang, and then the
grin slipped as the thought of her daughter's life was dependent on
finding the elusive cure.

***********************************************

David woke to a throbbing pain in his chest and found that his hands were
now cuffed in front of him. He struggled to sit upright in the back of
the police cruiser.

One of the two cops sitting in the front turned and sneered at David,
saying, "We should have fixed you so you couldn't take pleasure in
molesting young girls, but when you're in prison I guess the inmates there
will do our job for us."

"What are you talking about, I've only just reached this state this
morning. I know nothing about young girls getting molested. You have the
wrong guy."

"Look Jack, don't come all innocent with us. We have your picture here
and it says you skipped bail on child pornography and assault on minors,"
he snarled, shoving a picture of a man that looked just like David under
his nose.

David gasped as he realised that nothing he said was going to persuade
them that he wasn't the same man, but he had to try.

"Look, I know that looks like me but, I'm David Mathers not this Jack
person. I have my drivers licence, check it out," he pleaded.

"We did, nice forgery. Maybe that will get you a few more years on your
sentence."

David slumped in defeat. 'What's going to happen to my wife and daughter
now? Would they ever know what happened to me?' he thought. He had to
escape somehow. It was the only way.

Groaning loudly he slumped, as if succumbing to unconsciousness again. He
lay still with his eyes closed, but listening out for anything that might
give him a slim chance to escape.

One of the officers that had complained about missing his morning doughnut
due to the arrest of Jack, suggested they stop on the way and pick some
up.

The driver moaned, "You're not going to get my car messy again. Why not
stop and eat at the diner." The other agreed, saying the prisoner was out
of it and not likely to be going anywhere in a hurry.

Feeling the car slow and then pull to a halt, David tried not to grunt as
one of the men, after opening the rear door, poked him in the ribs to
check his condition.

"Looks like he'll keep, we can see the car if he shows his head up. Let's
go get those doughnuts," he said, looking at the diner and just slamming
the door closed. He missed the quick movement of the prisoner's legs as
they stretched out preventing the door from latching properly

"And I want a fresh coffee," the other replied.

As soon as their footsteps faded, David, keeping himself from view, pushed
the rear door with his feet, thankful that they hadn't checked to see if
it was closed properly, and he slipped out. Keeping the car body between
him and the diner he managed to slip away. At that time there were few
people out to see his furtive movements as he searched the row of parked
cars for a possible getaway vehicle.


Finally, fate looked his way as he opened a door and scrambled in. Trying
to do what he'd seen done in a thousand movies he exposed a mass of wiring
near the key, but which one was the right one. Finding that they don't
just pull off with a nice bare end, and nearly burning himself on a wire
as it melted after shorting it out, David decided to give that away. On an
impulse he looked behind the sun visor and 'jackpot', the keys were there.

Five minutes later, driving somewhat haphazardly due to the fact he was
still cuffed and had to use an elbow to steady the wheel as he changed
gear, he managed to cross the state line again back in the direction he'd
come from.

**********************************

Meanwhile, Jack was congratulating himself that he'd slipped past the
authorities. He was already planning ahead to his new identity and
thinking of a new job at another school somewhere. He had no conscience
about what he had done, only remorse that he'd been caught. He continued
driving on a route that would ultimately cross paths with Susan's.

***********************************************

David knew that it wouldn't be long before the cops would be on his trail,
what with a stolen car that was fast running out of fuel. Since his
wallet had been confiscated, he had no money - and anyone seeing him in
handcuffs would not be likely to help him. Things were looking decidedly
desperate, and he wished he knew why it had happened to him. It was
nearing midday when the car spluttered to a halt and he steered it off the
road and let it roll into some low brush, lining the road. After climbing
out and checking the inside of the boot fruitlessly for anything to help
rid him of the cuffs, he started walking in the direction from where Susan
was coming.

David was getting extremely thirsty not having anything to drink for about
ten hours, and his stomach grew knotted in hunger. Hearing the not so
distant wail of sirens, he knew that he needed to abandon the roadway and
find an alternative route. Cutting across country, he came to a set of
railroad tracks that paralleled the highway, yet was out of direct sight
of anyone on it. Making a decision, he started walking the line cursing
the way the ties didn't quite meet his stride. After several hours his
thirst in the blazing sun was beginning to dominate his thoughts, and he
walked in a near catatonic state hardly noticing the trestle bridge he had
stepped onto.

A blasting horn brought him back to his senses, and he saw a diesel
locomotive bearing down on him at speed as it started onto the bridge.
Panicking, he looked around to see he was doomed. The bridge was too
narrow for him to remain on it, and it was to high to jump off. With the
speed at which the train was coming, David knew it was too far to reach
the end before the train crushed his body. As he looked over the edge
again, he saw a metal support stay that was protruding out, just a feet
below the top of the track. The vibration of the track below his feet
indicated the nearness of the train. Offering a hasty prayer he jumped,
opening his arms in a circle as he tried to loop his cuffed wrists over
the stay.

As he fell, his life flashed before him, then blinding agony engulfed him.
The cuffs had cut cruelly into his wrists as the weight of his body jerked
him to a halt. As his body swung inwards, the last thing he saw was the
huge wooden support beam as he impacted it, bringing another burst of pain
before he surrendered to blessed unconsciousness.

***********************************************

Susan had stopped at a café and was eating breakfast with Diane while many
hundreds of miles away, her husband, hung like a rag doll on a distant
railway bridge. As she chided Diane gently about table manners, she looked
up to see her husband David walk into the café. Getting up, she ran to the
man she had mistaken for her husband and turned him around before giving
him a resounding kiss.

"David, what are you doing here? I expected you to be in the next state.
I've missed you so much," she gasped out rapidly.

Jack was stunned, having an attractive women come and give him a kiss him
like that. He waited, thinking she was bound to realise her mistake.
However, as Susan dragged him by the arm over to her table he saw a young
girl look up at him and yell "Daddy". She to ran and embraced him. Seeing
the woman was waiting for an answer to her query, he replied with a safe
answer that his car had broken down.

Susan laughed, saying that would teach him for driving the mustang too
hard. Jack, seeing that she was still under the impression that he was her
husband, David, decided after looking at the young girl, to go along with
it for as long as he could. He was thinking of all the stuff that he could
get the girl to do, especially, if she thought he was her dad. Oh the
delicious irony of it all, he loses one life as Jack and gains another as
David with added bonuses. Ordering breakfast, Jack listened to Susan
babble on, giving him vital information as he listened avidly for every
scrap of information crucial to his continued masquerade.

***********************************************

Pain dragged David back from the blessed painlessness of unconsciousness
to the reality of finding himself trapped, hanging 50 feet above a ravine
in the blazing sun. His ribs having contacted the stanchion along with
most of his face as he fell, were sending stabs of pain as he breathed
shallowly. Blood had run into his eyes, making his vision blurry. Unable
to do anything but hang by the handcuffs, his arms were in such a blaze of
pain that he moaned out loud. Thirst too was taking its toll, and as time
passed he went into a semi-delirium. His mind kept wandering. Thoughts of
his family and the possibility that he was going to die, kept him fighting
against the temptation of succumbing to the inevitable end. At last, even
his strength failed, and he lapsed into a mental state bordering on
insanity. His thoughts were jumbled, and he couldn't concentrate on
anything.

"Been hanging round long?" a voice called from above. It took a while
before David realised what a voice talking to him meant.

David moaned, he couldn't speak. His throat was too parched to do more
than groan.

"Here, let me help," the voice came again.

It seemed to David as if a giant hand had grabbed him and hoisted him
bodily to the tracks above, but as he collapsed onto the line, he saw only
a slim built man wearing a police uniform. Blearily, he could make out a
name on his badge, M Merrick. Not caring if he was in custody, his
tortured arms ached in relief from the long hours stretched to their
utmost. He made no protest, as the officer pulled him easily to his feet
and walked him to the vehicle waiting at the end of the bridge.

The officer said nothing as he drove into a nearby town called
Andersonville. David's thoughts were still drifting incoherently from
relief to concern for his family. Thoughts of cool refreshing water
tumbled though the disjointed images of police and trains and his
daughter. He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything in his near
delirium.

The cruiser stopped outside the town's courthouse, and David was pulled
firmly into the cool interior. He was dropped down into a chair and told
to wait. David was unable to move from his seat as the day's events caught
up with him. He did notice, before he dozed off, a young blonde women
sitting at a desk in front of him giving him a nasty look. She shuffled
some papers together and then walked past him into the Judge's chambers.
He came to, with a start, as a hand tapped him on the shoulder. David saw
Officer Merrick, and he was indicating that he needed to stand up. After
several unsuccessfully attempts to stand, the officer pulled him up and
supporting him, they both walked into the courtroom.

Sitting there was the judge who was between 40 or 50 years of age. Close
by was the girl from the front desk. She had a Dictaphone in front of her.
Looking back towards the judge, he sensed something odd about her as she
glanced calmly at him after looking at some papers. He noted the odd aura
she had about her. It was as if she older than she looked, with a kindly
wisdom of long years of life.

Officer Merrick left him alone and walked over to stand by the door. David
was sure he would fall, but he found he was unable to move, not even an
inch. The Judge looked at him for a moment and spoke.

"You stand accused of numerous counts of child abuse, skipping bail,
escaping police custody, and one count of grand theft auto. How do you
plead?"

David's mind wasn't the clearest at that moment, only the words 'grand
theft auto' made it past the jumble of what was his mind. Being an honest
person, he mumbled out "guilty" before he really thought about what the
implications of it might mean.

"Is there anything you want to say in your defence before I pass sentence
on you?" Judge Herns said, looking directly at David.

David, in his befuddlement, thought that everything seemed surreal, and a
chuckle escaped his lips as he pondered what was real and what was not. He
didn't see the look that hardened the eyes of Judge Herns, as she started
to mutter in a strange language. He did see the glow that started in the
palms of her hands as she continued the chant, and wondered what was
happening. Suddenly the glow intensified then shot out, hitting him
directly in the chest.

A strange tingling sensation flowed though his body, and as it did, the
pain from his injury's disappeared. It was like a soothing balm that
erased the aches and pains from his recent ordeal. His head cleared as the
fatigue from ravages of thirst evaporated. He wondered what sort of being
could do this to him, nothing human he guessed. Was he still in a
delirium, maybe he was imagining all of this? If so, he didn't want to
wake up. Release from the pain gave him a momentary high, and then he was
sure he was dreaming as he noticed for the first time the extent of his
changes.

He looked down at his slim arms, and looking at his hands he saw the long,
delicate fingers with the pale pink nail polish on his rounded nails? He
could feel the extra weight of hair pulling on his scalp, as he looked
further down, past two creamy orbs of flesh that were definitely attached
to his.chest? His clothes, too, had changed. Where before he had the worn
out jeans and shirt, now they had transformed into a lilac stretch top
with a scalloped neck, and a short black skirt that just came above his
knee's. A wide leather belt accentuated his now slender waist, and showed
the expanded curves of his hips and butt. Tan hose adorned his slender
legs, and the heels he was wearing must have been at least 2-3 inches
high. He gasped in wonder at the feel of the clothes, and the sight of his
new body.

Judge Herns was speaking, and he looked up at her with a question in his
eyes.

"Your name is Amanda Louise Delgado, and you are 24 years old. You're our
replacement Latin teacher for one of our teachers that recently retired.
While there are young girls in the classes, I'm sure you'll find that with
the change in sex, so too, will your attraction to them be changed."

"I'm female and a teacher?" gasped David.

"Yes, you are. Linda, will you please take Amanda to Miss Green for the
usual settling in talk?" the Judge said coldly, looking at some more
papers in a dismissive manner.

"Come on Amanda, let's get you to Dr Green so she can explain a few
things."

Walking to her office David, now Amanda, was conscious of the skirt as it
brushed against the nylons encasing her legs. Surprisingly, walking for
the first time in heels didn't take any conscious effort at all. It
wasn't until she had sat down that she realised with horror that not only
had she swept her skirt out like any other natural woman would have, but
she found herself sitting demurely, legs together at a slight angle, as if
she had been born a woman.

"What's happening to me?" she screamed, jumping up and getting ready to
flee.

"Calm yourself Amanda," a quiet voice said, as a blonde haired woman
entered the room. "It's part of the package to help you cope with the new
you." Dr Green moved towards her and took Amanda's hand. "Please sit down,
we have a lot to talk about."

"I'm not a woman, I can't be a woman! I have a wife and daughter who need
me," sobbed a distraught Amanda.

"Look, Jack's life is gone you are now Amanda for the rest of your life."

"The name is David, not Jack. I don't know who this Jack person is or
what he did, but I'm telling you I'm not him," Amanda yelled angrily.

Dr Green looked at her with puzzled eyes; she knew that some of the people
that had committed evil often never remembered their old lives after the
judge changed them. They often took on the new life as if it were the
only life they had ever lived. Perhaps Jack had a split personality and
the side that had committed the abuse's had vanished, leaving the innocent
side (David) to cope with the results of the change. Feeling a little off
balance, she filled David in on her new life as Amanda with her personal
life details. She felt she should talk to the Judge Herns as soon as
possible to check her hypothesis.

Amanda listened sullenly to the doctor as she explained that she was
living with Kate Dawson, another student teacher in a flat close to the
school. She also filled her in with the dos and don'ts of living in
Andersonville, saying that Judge Herns wouldn't be lenient with any
infraction.

Amanda didn't really take it all in, it was too bizarre, like a science
fiction story. She walked out after an hour when the doctor had finished
to find a dark haired beauty waiting for her.

"Amanda. at last I hope everything is ok. What did the Doc say? Was it
food poisoning?" She rambled on, ignoring Amanda's shocked expression as
she saw the odd looking eyes of the girl in front of her.

"Umm, no it wasn't," Amanda replied, trying to work out what and who she
was.

"Kate? You shouldn't leave your car in front of the court like that,"
someone said.

Turning, Amanda saw Officer Merrick in the doorway. He smiled at her, and
she guessed he'd deliberately given her a clue to the young woman's
identity as an aide to her fitting in. A fragment of the conversation with
Dr Green came to her. She realised the woman known as Kate, who was her
roomy, was also, "a temp." Someone, who was a computer generated
emulation, yet lived and played exactly as a flesh and blood person did,
and had emotions and reactions like anyone else due to a huge and complex
computer system.

"I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry to pick up Amanda," Kate apologised.

"Okay, just this time I'll let you off with a warning," he smiled, taking
the sting out of his words. Kate grabbed Amanda's arm and bustled her out
of there, saying, "quick, before he changes his mind."

Amanda was still trying to come to terms with everything that had
happened. First becoming a fugitive from the law. Suffering agonies in an
abortive escape attempt; and then going though a bizarre court ritual with
a magic wielding Judge, who had then given him a sentence that had
transformed him into a woman? Little wonder he didn't offer any
resistance to Kate's insistence.

Kate drove a small Ford sedan that seen better days, and as they rattled
along Amanda looked sideways at Kate Dawson, wondering at the complexity
of something that could make her seem as real as herself. Arriving at
their flat, Amanda was hustled inside by the ever-attentive Kate, where
she promptly went into the kitchen leaving Amanda to set the table for
dinner. Kate was oblivious to Amanda's hurried search for plates and
cutlery in a flurry of opening all the cupboards and drawers.

Amanda thought that there was something odd about the way Kate was
ignoring her obvious ignorance of the layout of the flat, but assumed it
was a "programmed" response in these circumstances. Thankful for small
mercies, Amanda soon had the table set in time for the arrival of a beef
casserole. It smelled delicious and Amanda's stomach rumbled at the
tantalising aroma, she realised that she hadn't eaten in days.

After almost inhaling the meal in her hunger, Amanda helped Kate clean up.
Then begging tiredness, she went into "her" bedroom, where for the first
time she got a good look at her new self in the mirror of her wardrobe
door. Looking back at her was a slender girl of modest proportions. Her
long black hair was tied back in a high ponytail and shone in vibrant
health. Her skin showed a slight olive complexion, which hinted at a
Mediterranean ancestry and set off her large brown eyes.

"This is not me...this is someone called Amanda," David thought in panic,
barely managing to hold on to his old identity. In tears of frustration he
threw off the clothes he was wearing. Trying not to dwell on the fleshy
mounds bouncing on his chest, he rummaged in the drawers for something
familiar to wear. Finally, he found an over large sweatshirt with the
number 10 emblazoned on it (obviously it was from some jock). He pulled it
on and it came down past his groin like a short nightgown.


Feeling the call of nature, he wandered out looking for the bathroom where
to his chagrin, he realised that he would need to sit, just to pee. The
unusual sensations of the urine wetting a large area of his groin prompted
him to move his legs further apart. Wiping was essential, and he felt
awkward and embarrassed touching those sensitive lips as if he was some
sort of pervert. Looking closely in the mirror, he noticed that Amanda's
face still had a little subtle makeup on. So knowing from living with his
wife that he needed a makeup remover, he started using some cold cream to
remove it. He then washed, using one of the many liquid soaps lining the
washbowl, which resulted in him smelling like a rose. Walking back to bed
with the thought of getting some rest, he climbed into the soft lavender
coloured sheets and wriggled around trying to get comfortable with his new
protuberances. In moments the fatigue of the last few days caught up with
him and he was soon fast asleep.

BRRRIINNNNNGGGG.. In panic David woke, fumbling for the source of that
infernal noise. Opening an eye he groaned, then wished he hadn't for not
only did the clock inform him that it was only 6 am in the morning, but
that groan was in a timbre not his own. Realising that the previous day
wasn't the result of some weird dream he turned over in disgust and tried
to will himself into limbo of sleep again.

"Amanda? You awake? Amanda, come on, it's late and you have classes
today."

"Whaa? Go away, I never want to wake up again."

"Amanda you must get up." Kate came over and shook David's shoulder.
Protesting, David roused, knowing sleep was not going to make things
right. Kate asked if she was okay, and David mumbled that he had felt
better.

"Shall I drive you to Dr. Green again?" Kate asked worriedly.

Not wanting to go though that again, David replied that it was okay and to
give him a few minutes. Kate walked out after helping David pick out some
suitable clothes. 'More programmed responses?' David mused. It wasn't
until he was putting on his lipstick that David froze.
'What the hell did I just do?'

Stepping back, he looked at himself in the mirror. He saw Amanda standing
there dressed in a simple blue dress that showed her curves without being
blatant. Her hair was swept back and held in place with two tortoise shell
combs tan hose and blue heels with a modest heel completed the look. David
felt fear fill him as he looked at Amanda's face, and the makeup that had
been applied by him. It was subtle like yesterday, and the shade of eye
shadow emphasised his eyes. How had he done that with such skill? Was he
turning into the young woman he saw before him? He realised that he'd got
dressed and made up his face like a robot on autopilot.

Something that Dr Green had said to him in her office came back to him
about relaxing when trying to do something that required the feminine
skills. Testing it out, he wiped the lipstick off and carefully attempted
to recreate the look. After a struggle and a slight smudge, he did get it
right, but it took concentration. Trying again while thinking of something
else, he found that it went on quickly without a thought, relieved
somewhat that he wasn't automatically becoming a girl without his
knowledge, David finished by grabbing a bag and a folder presumably with
Amanda's notes and went to where Kate was waiting impatiently.

"Here, you'll have to eat this on the way. Next time get up earlier," she
said, handing him a musueli bar.

"Thanks," David said, trying hard not to sound sarcastic. He looked at it
grimacing; he hated these things. Give him cereal or better yet, bacon
and eggs. He put it his bag, hoping he might find time to get something
else at school. On the way in, they passed kids riding or walking to
school. Some waved at them, and David wondered if they were to be in his
class.

'Oh-my-god,' David thought just realising he, or rather Amanda was a Latin
teacher. David knew next to nothing about teaching, let alone Latin. His
stomach clenched in fear at the thought of standing up in front of a class
and making a complete fool of himself. He almost asked Kate to pull over
so he could get out, but an idea came to him and smiled inwardly thinking
of the surprise on everyone's faces if his idea didn't pan out.

Arriving at school, David looked around as Kate dragged him off to the
teachers lounge. The school was clean, and he saw none of the usual
graffiti that he remembered from his own schooling. A few students waved
and greeted them with good mornings and smiles, and it gave David a
feeling of sadness that they were meant not for him, but for Amanda.

Entering the lounge, David found himself rather lost as teachers greeted
him and asked how her weekend was. He covered his ignorance by smiling a
lot and saying hello. A cup of coffee was thrust into his hands by a young
man who looked at him a moment longer than was necessary. David thanked
him and sipped at the coffee while covertly glancing back. He saw that the
man was eyeing him curiously, and David wondered if there was some
difference about him that had made the guy suspicious. His questions were
answered as finally, the man came over and started talking.

"Amanda, is everything okay?"

"Um...not really." David answered cautiously.

"You're not having memory problems," the man said bluntly.

"Yes, I'm just not feeling myself." David responded - thinking that the
guy must know he had been transformed, and decided on giving him an
opening.

"I knew it, sorry...I'm Glen Talbot. I teach maths here and like you, I
was transformed."

"Were we..." David paused, getting embarrassed, "an item?"

"No, sadly, we were only friends." Glen replied sadly.

"Oh...well we can still be that, I need all the friends I can get," David
said, looking up into a pair of sad blue eyes while putting his hand on
Glen's and smiling. The way Glen's eyes lit up made him look cute, and it
wasn't until he bent his head and kissed David on the mouth that he
realised what he'd done.

'Oh no, what's happening to me?' David thought. 'I just acted like a
girlfriend without thinking. I actually thought he looked cute. This is
getting out of hand. It must be the hormones in this body, and I think
the automatic response is getting more natural. If I don't get out of this
body soon, I might not want to,' he mused.

Turning from Glen to get some much-needed breathing room, he bumped into a
middle-aged woman. Her curly brown hair was stylishly cut to shoulder
length set off her face which although beautiful had a discernible look of
wisdom about it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," he blurted out.

"Hello Amanda, glad to see you back with us,"

"Um yeah, but I'm not feeling myself just now," David explained.

She laughed quietly, "There's a lot of that going around at the moment.
I'm Miss Miller the school superintendent," she added holding a hand out.
"Welcome to our school Jack...sorry, Amanda," she continued in a quiet
voice. "Your classroom is down the corridor and the last door on the
right, number 12."

David looked surprised at her comments, but guessed she was either another
of the beings that held sway in Andersonville or was privy to the
information from the Judge. The former was more likely, as that look of
wisdom was a dead give-away.

Walking towards the classroom, the butterflies returned. David assumed
that whatever it was that gave him the skills at makeup and the other
feminine skills would hopefully come into play when he tried to step into
Amanda's life as a teacher. If it didn't, then he was in big trouble as
his knowledge of Latin was limited to phrases like "Tempus fugit" and
"Caveat emptor."

Entering the classroom, he was greeted with a general babble from the
students, which slowly quieted as he walked to the desk at the head of the
room. Some of the students greeted him with "good morning Miss Delgado" or
"morning Miss." It gave him an odd feeling of being welcome with a regret
that it wasn't meant for him exactly, but for Amanda.

As he opened the folder with Amanda's notes, he tried to get into the
relaxed mode that seemed to initiate the automatic help...Nothing! He was
stranded like a beached whale. He turned to the board trying to will the
help to come, but as the seconds passed he knew it wasn't coming. Panic
flooded though him and all he could think of was to flee. It was so
unfair...mistaken for someone else, and then changed against his will
into a female Latin teacher with no teaching skills or knowledge of Latin.

Tears flooded from his eyes and he turned and ran, shocking the students
as he fled from the room and out of the building. He ran not worrying
where he was headed as long as it was away from the school. Struggling to
run in unfamiliar heels, he soon kicked them off, and continued running in
his stocking feet. They lasted barely fifty feet until they were shredded.
A few people looked askance at the woman running in torn stockings with no
shoes, tears streaming down her face.

Gasping for breath as the panic ebbed, David slowed and looked around him.
He was nearing a park with playground equipment. A small lake near the
centre looked peaceful as the ducks swam quietly on its mirrored surface.
David stopped, then walked slowly to a bench and sat wondering what he was
going to do. A cough at his shoulder startled him, making his heart race.
Looking up, he saw the slender build of police officer Merrick.

"Miss Delgado, I had a report of a woman running barefoot in a distressed
state, and I see you have no shoes," he raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Also, shouldn't you be teaching class this morning?"

"NO. and I won't go there ever again and nothing you can do will make me,"
David shouted angrily.

"I think we should go see Judge Herns," Officer Merrick offered quietly as
he lifted Amanda's slight form like a puppet.

David said nothing; resigned to the fact that another visit to the Judge
seemed inevitable, especially as he couldn't offer any physical resistance
with his now weaker female body.

Judge Herns looked up at the interruption as Officer Merrick entered with
David in tow. She scowled, and put down the papers she was reading.

"Amanda?" she said, the question plain in her tone. "Why are you not in
school?"

"BECAUSE YOU MADE A MISTAKE," David shouted, then in a quieter voice
added, "I'm not a teacher Latin or otherwise, I don't belong here and I'm
not going back."

"Oh? I think you will, given the options. How would you like to become a
baby girl in diapers?" she said threateningly, raising her hands.

"Go ahead, make my day," David retorted, his fear at becoming a baby
seemed inconsequential to the fear at returning to class.

June Herns was surprised at the young woman's defiance; usually they
capitulated at this stage and begged to remain as they were. Not wanting
to seem bested, she started the change and the ball of glowing energy flew
out, hitting Amanda in the chest. Instantly her body grew smaller, forming
into that of a new-born baby. David could feel the changes as he shrank.
His strength dwindled until he couldn't stand and he plonked onto his tiny
diapered rear.

Although he found himself unable to speak other than gurgling sounds, he
refused to cry, remaining silent as he was picked up by the officer and
handed to a woman who had just entered the court room.

"Oh, thank you Officer Merrick for looking after Julia for me. I bet
she's ready for a feed now."

"Take good care of her now, Mrs Jones, and we'll see you in a week," he
replied with a smile.

David kept eye contact with the Judge as he was placed in the arms of his
new mother, and saw something like respect show in her eyes, as he made no
complaint.

***********************************************

Dr. Green entered into the judge's chambers looking for Judge Herns.

"June, do you think that there is something odd about Amanda's behaviour?
I mean look how she carried on in my office when she claimed not to be
Jack, but someone called David. I'm wondering if this rebellious attitude
is the result of a fissure in Jack's mind that's led to a splitting of
personalities."

"Carol, I must admit that it is unusual and there's something about Amanda
that...I can't put my finger on it exactly. Just so you know, I'll be
keeping my eye on her. A week as Julia should quench that rebellious
streak, and we can get back to normal business."

"I'm worried about her rushing out of class today. Miss Miller saw her
running across the school grounds like a gazelle with a lion after her.
She should have been able to handle the class okay. Hopefully, we'll get
some answers from the students. If not, it will have to wait till you
restore her."

"I'll talk to her later and see what she finds out from the students,"
June answered bemusedly.

***********************************************

For David, life as baby Julia was curiously calming. Whether it was a side
effect of the change in brain size, or a physical one, he didn't know.
Maybe the relatively unformed brain of the baby he was currently
inhabiting was unable to keep the totality of his memories. He found the
stress formed by his worry of his wife and daughter, and even his own
situation, was tempered by a warm fuzziness that filled his thoughts. It
was like being drunk, where everything seems slightly out of focus and
remote, without the other side effects.

At first, he tried to hold his bowel movements to when he was being
changed, but found that Julia's mother didn't change him until he soiled
them. So he just let go years of learnt behaviour of holding back and
just did it when the urge hit. A simple squall would alert her of his
need. In fact he was so quiet and his refusal to cry like a normal baby,
that she took him to see Dr Green about it.

"But Carol, she hasn't cried in days, and she just lies there like a
zombie. I'm scared there's something wrong," confided Mrs Jones.

"I'm sure she will be fine in a few days," Dr Green replied, but quietly
wondered what was going on inside Julia's head.

David watched closely as Dr Green examined her body, taking note of her
puzzled expression. Inwardly he was grinning at her discomfort, as he lay
motionless like a rag doll. Even when she pinched his bottom out of the
view of the mother, trying in vain to get some sort of response. He
managed to remain silent as he tried to keep his sense of identity
together, remembering all the details of his life as far back as he could.

Finally, the day arrived. Julia's mother came back to the Doctor's office
where Officer Merrick took the baby while Dr Green had a chat with Mrs
Jones. June Herns look of bafflement as she read the notes she had been
given, was quickly quenched, as Julia was brought before her.

"Well, it looks as if you have been behaving yourself, so I'm going to
change you back into Amanda as long as you toe the line. If I have to see
you again, I won't be so lenient with you."

David held still, saying nothing as the now familiar glow enveloped his
body. As he grew back into Amanda's slender form, he sighed, but continued
to remain silent under the scrutiny of the Judge. Seemingly satisfied, she
started to turn away just as David quietly spoke.

"Nothing you do will alter the fact that I don't belong here. Turn me back
into a baby, I don't care, it won't change the facts. I WILL not, and more
importantly CANNOT be a teacher, unless you erase my mind and reprogram me
with your magic to fit your needs." David braced himself, eyes closed
waiting, waiting for the Judge to blow a gasket and call down her wrath on
him. Seconds passed, and he opened his eyes glancing to where the Judge
stood, frozen.

"Amanda...". The Judge's voice calmly came. "If we wanted to let you die
we could have left you on the bridge." Her voice surprisingly, to David,
was filled with compassion. "We like to think of this change as
redemption, and not as a punishment. We need a teacher and you will fill
that role," she continued, her voice hardening as she went on.

"But..."

"Go before I do something I shouldn't," she interrupted.

David walked out, resolute in his determination to stand up to the Judge
as best he could. Out of the courthouse he walked, entering the foyer
where he saw Mrs Jones coming out with Julia in her arms. Linda looked up
at Amanda's exit from the courtroom and smiled at her. David smiled weakly
back and continued outside and started to walk, grateful of the chance to
be independent again. Stepping along in the sunny morning, allowed his
mind to once again dwell on the situation of his wife and child, and he
felt the frustration return.

***********************************************

Susan was puzzled; David was acting strangely as they drove together east
along the highway. He had altered their route so instead of them heading
directly east though the next state, insisted they deviate to the south
and then move east. Unfortunately she didn't pick up on the fact that he
seemed to pay great attention to everything she said.

Jack didn't want to risk discovery by the police cordons he was sure
would be covering the state borders, and wanted to completely bypass it on
their way east. By listening intently to Susan, he picked up most of the
information he needed to continue the deception. In the meantime, he was
constructing mental images of the things he intended to do when alone with
"his " daughter.

***********************************************

"BEEP...BEEP"... David was startled out of his musings as he walked along
the path in the general direction of his flat. A small red convertible
had pulled along side him, and the driver had tooted the horn, and then
called out her name. It was the maths teacher, Glen Talbot, and he
offered her a lift to school. Shaking his head, David declined, saying he
was going home. Glen then offered to drive her there, and David relented
and got into the car.

David was silent on the way back to the flat. He didn't feel like
engaging in any chit-chat, especially with someone who had been close to
Amanda in her pre-transformed life. Glen was content to talk to her about
school matters, filling her in with the latest gossip, as if David was the
least bit interested. He was finding it hard to keep in mind that he
wasn't a "she", as the references to him were always in the feminine
pronoun.

Trying to think of himself as David was nearly impossible. The way his
breasts jiggled with every movement, and Amanda's very feminine attire
with their attendant sensuous sensations, were sending their own
conflicting signals. He was finding that he was falling deeper under the
spell's influence and caught himself with panic, thinking of himself as
Amanda, once or twice.

He needed a way out of here, before Amanda's life became his own and he
woke up one day to find that David was submerged beneath the trappings of
femininity. When he entered his flat, after thanking Glen for the ride, he
decided to change his clothes and get into something less feminine. After
finding that the only pants available were skin tight, and only showed his
curves off more, he decided to put on a simple dress that was gathered
under the bodice and fell with a full skirt to just below his knees.
Although it was decorated in a yellow floral pattern, it felt comfortable
and light. He found a pair of low-heeled sandals that seemed to go with
it. Shaking out his hair, he let it flow down freely. It took an almost
Herculean amount of mental will not to put makeup on, as he'd found that
after arranging his hair the 'skill' had started automatically applying
it.

He didn't get away completely with it though. The 'skill' had somehow
managed to force him to apply some perfume, and deciding not to waste time
trying to wash it off, resigned himself to smelling like a girl. 'Beats
BO. I guess,' he thought to himself.

Looking around the flat while trying to come up with a plan, he eventually
found out where everything was. David then decided to make an early lunch
for himself.

A knock on the door startled him for a moment, and he quickly ran to a
nearby window and peered out from behind the curtain to see who it was.
Miss Miller stood there with a determined look on her face. Backing away,
David decided that he'd go to his bedroom and politely 'not hear her
knock.' Feeling hounded, he sank into a black fugue. After a minute or so,
just when he hoped she'd gone, his bedroom door was opened and in walked
Miss Miller.

"Ecce, puer, ad sum ante meridiem et nulli desperare, gaudeamus igitur."
She said. (Translation: Look, child, I am here before noon, so let us be
joyful.) "Reverti, quod in ludo nescesse es." (Translation: Return, for
you are needed in school.) She added.

"Huh?" David understood none of it and only knew it sounded like Latin.

"Quid non me intelligas?" she added in surprise. (Translation: "why don't
you understand me?")

From the blank look in Amanda's eyes, Laura knew something was very wrong
here. There was no way that a teacher of Latin wouldn't have understood
her. She had come to get Amanda to go back to school, but was so bemused
with this revelation that she found herself unable to do more than say
that she would be back soon. As David stood up and was about to say not to
bother, he found himself alone. Miss Miller had vanished.

'So...she's one of them too,' he thought to himself. 'No wonder she got
inside so easily.'

***********************************************

"But June, she didn't understand me when I spoke to her in Latin, no
wonder she fled the class." Laura Miller said as she paced nervously in
front of June Herns.

"Are you absolutely sure of this?" June queried, looking disquieted.

"I'm sure...yes."

"Hmm...this puts me in a bind, Dr Green mentioned something about a split
personality. If this is true, then the half, which we know was 'Jack' and
knew Latin, disappeared with the change. We could be left with the 'David'
half, who's claiming to be innocent and is unable to understand Latin.
Where is she now? We need to keep a close eye on her."

"I left her at home, I think she's too afraid to show herself," Laura
replied.

"Good," June nodded, "you'd better get back to school, I'll check this out
myself."

***********************************************

David wanted out, and had started walking trying to find a way of escaping
this crazy place. After walking for half an hour and keeping to the
quietest streets, he finally came to the outskirts and saw the open
countryside. Just as he was about to gather up his skirts to climb over
the fence bordering the fields, a voice at his shoulder froze him in
place.

"They look inviting, don't they?"

David turned to see Officer Merrick standing there. 'This guy must be one
of "them,"' thought David, panicking a little.

"You can't escape you know, even if you walked in a straight line, you'd
find yourself stopped." Mark said with a faint grin.

David got angry at the smug look on the officer's face.

"None of you people get it, do you? I'm not the person you think I am. I
don't belong here, I have a wife and a daughter who are relying on me to
find a cure for their disease." David explained, exasperatedly.

"Tell me about them, I'm listening." answered Officer Merrick.

David took that as a first sign that maybe, just maybe he could tell his
side of the story. Starting from the beginning, he related everything that
had happened from the moment they found out about the disease that was
consuming his wife and daughters life to the present moment. After he
finished, he added,

'They should be passing near here soon by my calculations. Keep a lookout
for them, they'll back up my story."

Officer Merrick looked at Amanda with an expression of respect and
sadness.

"I think there's been a terrible mistake made."

As David looked hopefully at him, he saw the cop stiffen as if seeing
something far away. With a quick "I got to go," he turned and blurred out
of sight. David stood stunned, he knew that the officer wasn't human in a
normal sense, but seeing him vanish like that was still a shock.

'I wonder where he had to go in such a hurry,' he wondered to himself.

***********************************************

For some reason Diane didn't like the way her father looked at her. He
had seemed to have change. almost like he was another person altogether.
She noticed it had started since they met back up with him. His sidelong
glances made her feel uncomfortable, which upset her, as she loved her
dad. They were driving along an empty stretch of road, when a tire blew
with a loud bang. The flap-flap flapping sound of the ruined tire as it
tore away from the rim was accompanied by a startled yell as David (Jack)
wrestled with the wheel trying to control the wobbling SUV.

With a screech of brakes and a grinding sound as the rim threw sparks from
the road's surface, they slowed...but not enough. Managing only to hang
on to the wheel, David (Jack) saw the SUV headed for the ditch along side
the road. Susan screamed to Diane to hold on as the SUV slowly and with
inexorable force tilted and started falling to its final resting place.

When the smashing noises of the interior belongings subsided, and the dust
and smoke cleared, the only sounds were the ticking, plinking sounds of
overheated metal and the dripping of burst water reservoirs. Then...a
groan, and a sound of shifting debris heralded Diane's struggle as she
managed to scramble out from under a mattress, in the rear of the SUV.
Pulling herself up she saw that the vehicle had fallen on its side.

"MOM...DAD? Are you okay?" she cried.

Scrambling, dazed, and a little disorientated from the unusual position
she found herself in, she moved rearward, climbing over the jumble of
belongings.

Moans from her parents told her that at least they were still alive, and
she struggled to climb out the rear door, which was warped from the crash.
Moving round to the front she saw her parents hanging from their seat
belts. Her father had blood dripping from a cut over his eye, and was
moving sluggishly as he tried to free himself.

Just then, a voice behind her told her 'stand clear.' Looking around, she
saw a tall slender police officer standing there. She was surprised, as
she'd not heard a car pull up, or seen anyone about, just moments ago.

"Can you help them?" she asked worriedly.

"Yes, but please stand clear, I think the fuel is about to catch."

Diane went white...her parents were still trapped inside. Before she could
even scream in horror, the man sprang into action. Like the comic book
hero "The Flash" Diane stood rooted to the spot as she watched the officer
blur into motion. In seconds, both her father and mother were clear and
lying on the ground some distance away. With a frightening "Whomp," a ball
of exploding fuel and debris reached out towards the girl standing frozen
in fear. Just as she was sure she was about to die, she felt herself being
picked up and whirled with a speed that defied understanding out of harms
way.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you should have moved when I told you, Diane," the officer
said chillingly, a slight grin belying his rebuke.

Diane found herself out of danger and amazingly unharmed. Not questioning
the impossible, she turned and gave the man a hug thanking him for saving
her life. Officer Merrick smiled, his face coming alive at the simple,
but heartfelt gratitude coming from the child. Then turning, he busied
himself checking out the two adults. The mother was fine, just a
contusion that had resulted in her unconscious state. When he looked at
the man and wiped the blood away, he stilled, looking very intently, a
strange expression on his face.

***********************************************

David walked aimlessly, deep in thought. His life was in tatters, changed
into someone else and unable to even live out that person's life. His
choices were limited either accept this life as Amanda, even though he
couldn't do her job as a teacher, or contemplate killing himself as there
seemed no escape from the town of Andersonville.

He stopped, taking in his surroundings. He was on the bridge looking over
a ravine that was maybe 30 feet deep. Far enough to be fatal if he
decided to jump head first. He climbed up onto the edge and stood there
looking down. Memories of the recent rail bridge incident flooded back.

'Was it worth carrying on trying to live a life not his on?' he pondered.
One step, and it would be all over...no worrying about school or having to
adjust to life as a woman... no just a quick brief pain then oblivion.

Standing there, he felt so alone and tears fell unchecked as his emotions
boiled over. Then, as he leaned forward, an image of his daughter laughing
on her birthday flashed into his head. A feeling of terror flooded though
his body, stilling any motion. He couldn't give up and go the coward's way
out. Diane's life depended on him. She trusted him to find a place that
could cure her so she could have many more birthdays.

Taking a deep breath to steady him, he was about to step down, when a
woman's voice spoke.

"Please come down, we need to talk."

Looking over her shoulder David saw the Judge Herns standing there.

"How do they do that?" he muttered under his breath.

"No," he snarled, annoyed by the thought that if he did she would think he
had complied with her wishes and not made the decision on his on.

"Do you truly want to die?" the Judge added.

"No," he said simply,

'Let her make sense of that,' he gloated.

The Judge paused, looking defeated.

"Isn't there any way we can come to an agreement?" she offered.

"Oh yes... you can let me go as my old self." David countered.


"I'm afraid that's impossible, you don't know what you're asking," she
sighed.

"Then let me go as I am...I want. No, I need to try and do what I must to
save my wife and daughters life, even if it means I remain a woman for the
rest of my days," he conceded.

Judge Herns was about to reply when David saw her eyes change... the same
look that Officer Merrick had before he left so abruptly.

"Come with me, there's been a development," she said in a serious tone.
She held out a hand and for some unexplained reason, David took it,
sensing that there was something bigger going on here. In an instant of
time David found that they had travelled to the local hospital where he
saw doctors fussing around a couple of patients. Officer Merrick gave
David a shared wink and with a nod drew his attention to a child sitting
by the patient's beds.

It was Diane! David's heart leapt in joy, until the way she was looking
at the patients made him realise the worse. It was Susan in the bed.

Susan!...SUSAN," He surged forward to get closer, but the grip of the
Judge held firm.

"She's okay, just unconscious," she explained.

Looking back at his daughter, he saw she had turned to look at him, or
rather Amanda.

"You know my mother?" she asked puzzled.

"Yes bubbakins I do," he answered.

Her eyes opened in shock,

"But.but, only my daddy calls me that," she said wonderingly.

"I know I do, Diane. I just look a little different now," David sighed.

"Daddy?...DADDIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!" she shrieked, as she ran to David and
flung her arms around David's decidedly slender form.

"Was it the police officer who changed you? He is magic too, he saved me
from the explosion," she sobbed.

"No honey bunch, it was this lady here," David said, indicating the Judge.
"Officer Merrick saved you?" David continued. He looked over at Officer
Merrick and saw an acknowledging shrug.

"Yes, I was sure I was going to die when the car blew up, but he flew me
away out of harm and got mommy and daddy out too...oh...but..."

"DADDY?" David broke free from the Judge with a rush of adrenaline-powered
strength and rushed over to the other patient, where he stopped, hands
clenching in anger. He looked down at the same face he used to own, and
realised this was the one, who's crimes, he had been punished for.

He wanted to put his hands around the man's throat and choke him to death
for causing him so much anguish, but as he looked at him, he realised he
couldn't do it. Not only was it like killing himself, but he refused to
allow himself to drop to down to the same level. Instead, he straightened
up and turned back to his wife, where unbidden, the tears flowed as he
gazed upon her motionless body.

"See, you did make a mistake," he accused Judge Herns scathingly.

"So it seems, David," she admitted sadly.

"Why did you turn my daddy into a girl?" Diane asked beseechingly.

Judge Herns crouched down to Diane's level. "Honey, it was a mistake, but
we'll see what we can do about it tomorrow. Do you want to go with your
real daddy for now, and we'll see you tomorrow morning at the courthouse?"

Yes, all right. Will my mommy be okay?"

"Of course honey, she'll be fine. Now run along with Amanda...um I mean
David," she corrected herself. She had the grace to blush at her faux pa.

"Amanda? Oh daddy I love that name. Can I use it while you look like
that?" she giggled. She ran over and hugged him with delight.

David's heart soared, not only did his daughter accept him as a woman and
not turn away, she even showed her love was undiminished.

"Diane, you can call my anything you want, as long as you call me," he
responded with Amanda's feminine giggle. For the first time since his
change, he wasn't concerned about appearances. He was alive, his daughter
was alive, and his wife was alive. Tomorrow was another day, maybe his
last as a woman. He could relax and enjoy some quality time with his
daughter in a whole new way, not as a father and daughter, but as a female
parent and her child.

David, in his euphoria, did something he thought he'd never do. He walked
over to Officer Merrick and throwing his slender arms around his neck,
kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you for saving my family," he whispered, blushing furiously at his
actions.

"Just doing my duty, David. Oh...there's a car outside if you want to take
your daughter on a tour...around Andersonville only," he added, the
meaning being crystal clear.

David, after making sure Susan was in good hands, took Diane out and found
a new red Ford waiting in the hospitals parking lot. The keys were in it,
and they climbed in and drove to the nearest little cafe where they had a
nice lunch. David listened to Diane's tale from when they left home and
encountered the other person who they thought was he. David asked whether
the man had done or said anything bad to them.

"No daddy, but he did keep looking at me and made me feel uncomfortable. I
did wonder at the time we met. There seemed to be something wrong, but I
didn't realise what it was until you called me bubbakins. He never said
it. You always do when we see each other."

David shuddered at the thought of what might have happened had that tire
not blown out so conveniently. Thinking about the coincidence that Officer
Merrick had been so handy, made David suspect that maybe the accident had
been no such thing. He didn't know what to think about this person who had
stopped them in time, but had at the same time put their lives at risk.
Maybe they didn't think like normal people, he mused to himself. One thing
for sure, they weren't like normal people.

"Amanda...daddy!" Diane's voice interrupted his musings and he shook his
head as if clearing the cobwebs.

"Yes honey? Sorry I was away with the fairies," he explained.

"Do you have a place you live at?"

"Yes, you can stay with me tonight."

"Daddy...what's it like being Amanda?" she asked.

"Well it's different from being a man and the clothes take some getting
used to, but it isn't like I became completely different like an alien or
something," he answered honestly. "I still have two arms and legs, even
if they are a little thinner. Most things feel very much the same."

Diane giggled, "I think you look beautiful, daddy."

David blushed, feeling oddly pleased with the compliment.

"Honey, do you want to look at some shops? I could be like your other
mommy and we could get ice cream later."

Diane's response was to hug him and pull him out of his seat saying,
"let's go, Amanda."

After a quick visit to the ladies room, they left and drove into the
centre of Andersonville, where Diane wanted to get some new clothes.

"I'm going to need everything and so will mommy, we lost everything in the
crash. You are nearly the same size so you can buy her things and try them
on for her," Diane stated with childish simplicity.

"Okay honey, but I hope I have enough money for all of this," David
reminded her. He then realised what he'd allowed to his daughter to talk
him into. Buying and trying on women's clothes...'well,' he thought,
sighing, 'I'm really going to get an education here.'

The rest of the afternoon, they spent trying on clothes, underwear, and
shoes. In fact, they brought a whole new wardrobe, including cosmetics
and some jewellery. David found that he had really enjoyed the time
interacting with his daughter as a female, and often took her advice when
she said buy this or try that.

Looking at the pile of purchases, he dreaded the time when he came to pay
for it. He took out the credit card that he found in Amanda's purse and
presented it with some trepidation to the girl at the counter. His worries
grew when she checked it and then motioned to an older, but gorgeous woman
working near the back.

She came forward and looked at the card and returned it to David, saying,
"I'm sorry, but that card is no good in this store."

David's heart sank, and he blushed with embarrassment. Just as he was
about to tell his daughter the bad news, the woman smiled and said,
"Amanda, whatever you need has been taken care of, courtesy of Judge
Herns. Your card is no good because there's no charge. My name is April
Marshall. If I can be of any further assistance, please ask and I'll be
only too willing to help."

David could tell from the way April carried herself that this was another
one like the Judge and Officer Merrick. They all seemed to carry an aura
of wisdom in their eyes, as if they knew the secrets of the ages.

'Maybe they do,' thought David, 'it was as if they were gods.oh. why
didn't I think of that before? Because dummy, it was too far fetched,' he
chided himself. David's internal dialogue took only seconds and he thanked
April, for everything, while wondering if he was indeed talking to the
legendary Aphrodite.

Later, while enjoying a small ice cream cone and watching his daughter
dive head first into the biggest ice cream sundae he'd ever seen, he
pondered on his *god theory.* 'Merrick, had to be Mercury, with that speed
of his,' he thought. Not knowing much about mythology, he wondered about
the Judge Herns. He knew they had called her June, and with a last name of
Herns could she be Juno or was that Hera? Both seemed to fit, but whether
he was getting his Roman and Greek gods mixed he wasn't sure. Anyway it
was a moot point. Whoever she was, she was way too powerful for him to
thwart.

"I'm finished Amanda," interrupted, Diane's voice.

David laughed at the sight of his daughter; Diane's face was covered in
assorted colours of ice cream.

"Come on honey, let's get you cleaned up," David giggled.

They walked to the ladies where David knelt down and gently washed the ice
cream away with some wet tissues. While they were there, a woman coming
out of a stall looked at them both smiling, as she washed her hands and
freshened her lipstick.

"Your daughter is adorable, you must be the proudest mother around," she
spoke.

"Yes she is, and I am," David said, without hesitation, not picking up on
the 'mother.'

"You behave yourself for your mother hon," the lady said, finishing up and
moving towards the exit.

"I do, don't I mother?" Diane replied, giggling.

"Yes Diane. You are the best daughter a...a mother could have," David
replied, blushing as he stumbled over his new description. He gathered
Diane into a hug, tears leaking unashamedly down his cheeks.

It was odd to be able too release the feelings locked up in his body
without wondering whether it was the manly thing to do. It seemed easier
as a woman, to wear your emotions on your sleeve, as it were. Nobody
pulled you up on it, it was accepted as a normal thing for women to hug
and kiss spontaneously. Funny, how it took going though all this, and
ending up as a woman to find out how good it felt. He knew when he got his
male body back, things would be much different, and he wasn't thinking of
the physical aspects. He would be much closer to his daughter in future in
so many ways.

Arriving home at Amanda's flat, Diane went exploring. She looked at all
the clothes in Amanda's wardrobe, and started playing with her makeup on
the vanity while David brought all the bags of shopping and started making
dinner.

"Diane...can you give me a hand here honey?"

"Okay, coming mommy," came Diane's voice.

David smiled, enjoying a weird sense of contentment at being accepted as a
surrogate mother. The feelings of love that filled his heart towards his
daughter seemed to make the problems of his gender change, pale in
comparison.

Diane came into the kitchen wearing some of the lipstick that was on his
vanity, she had smeared too much of it on and looked more like a small
cute clown.

Between the two of them dinner was made interspersed with fits of giggles
as Diane played the mother/daughter game. David couldn't remember the last
time he'd had so much fun.

Kate came home, but only had time to say hello before she had to go change
for a date that she had that night. So David and Diane ate together,
cementing their new closeness.

After cleaning up, they watched a little TV until David saw Dane's head
start to nod. Getting her into a nice hot bath David started to wash her
until Diane started splashing him in fun

"Hey watch it bubbakins," he protested, starting to splash her back.

She laughed and continued, realising the futility of staying dry. David
stripped off to bra and panties; for some reason he wasn't embarrassed and
on sudden impulse decided to strip completely and jumped in the bath too.

"Amanda, you have a lovely body. Will I look like that when I grow up?"
Diane asked.

David was about to answer "Yes" when he remembered that the truth was in
fact that Diane was unlikely to survive many more years, according to the
Doctors diagnosis. As the reality of the situation hit David, all his
dreams shattered. He choked, then mumbled yes, hating the lie he was
forced to give.

He barely managed to hold his emotions in check as they both put on
nighties and got ready for bed. Diane wanted them both to sleep together
in the same bed, and as she snuggled closer to David with such childish
trust, his frustration at his helplessness to find a cure, almost
overwhelmed him.

'It would take a miracle or god to help Diane now,' he thought. 'God...or
gods...hmm, maybe there was a chance after all,' he mused sleepily.

***********************************************

David and Diane were at the courthouse as soon as it opened. David, under
the prompting of his daughter, had gone all out with his appearance. Using
some of the clothes, (supposedly for Susan) he looked very elegant in a
navy skirt and jacket with a cream blouse. Diane had helped with the hair
so that it looked very chic. David had allowed the 'auto-help' as he
called it, to take over while applying his makeup, and it had paid off by
bringing out Amanda's best features.

A call from Doctor Green had told him when to come to court, and she had
assured him his wife was okay and would also be there on time. Before
long, the courtroom doors were opened and they filed inside. David saw his
wife and hurried over to sit next to her. Diane had rushed over and while
hugging Susan whispered in Susan's ear. David saw her eyes widen then
look at David more closely. David gave a wry smile and shrugged his
shoulders in a 'well it wasn't my idea' way. David moved nearer and
quietly gave a brief rundown on the situation. Susan obviously wanted to
hear more, but was interrupted by the arrival of the Judge and soon after
by Jack.

The courtroom was almost empty, just Miss Green and the Judge's assistant
Linda, along with Officer Merrick. Jack looked a bit worried, even though
the bandages had gone leaving no sign of his injuries. David wondered what
was going on in the man's mind and just what was the Judge going to do to
him. One thing for certain, David was glad he wasn't the one in handcuffs.

"This is a most unusual situation we have here," the Judge spoke in her
opening remark.

"First, I need to apologise to David here for the mistake I made, but as
you can see, Jack here is identical in appearance."

She paused for a moment. "I think we'd better get to Jack's sentence
before I consider anything else." She looked at Jack dispassionately. "I
don't like people who molest children that are under their care and the
exploitation of children for pornographic purposes, makes my blood boil.
Do you have any last words to say before I sentence you?"

"Go to hell Judge, I want a lawyer. Seeing you forgot to read me my
rights, I figure you have no case against me," he smirked nastily.

The Judge nodded and said, "but to read you your rights, you have to have
them first. By coming into my town, those rights have been forfeited."

"You can't do that," he argued back.


"Yes I can. I find you guilty of the crimes and sentence you to a life in
Andersonville. That will not only put right, your wrongs you committed,
but will give the children here, the benefit of your skills in your chosen
profession."

With that, she started talking in that weird language again, and Judge
Herns hands glowed. A ball of energy rose up and moved toward Jack,
striking him in the chest. He reeled back a step, and looked surprised as
his body started to change. Susan was shocked to see the man she thought
was her husband shrink and become more feminine. As the changes continued,
she saw with fascination his clothes changing too until it came clear that
he was wearing the same clothes Amanda/David had on.

Dragging her gaze away to look at David, she saw he was beginning to
change too. No longer was he the woman that he had been just a few
moments ago...no, he was becoming David again, looking back at...Jack? She
saw he was now Amanda, and was wearing the same blue skirt and jacket
David had worn.

"Amanda, shouldn't you be in school now?" Judge Herns asked with a raised
eyebrow.

"Gratias ago videndo me, sed mihi rendendum est, iudex, (thank you for
seeing me, but I must return now judge). Then looking at Diane and her
family, Amanda spoke again in Latin, "Puer,te spero docere mox.(child, I
hope to teach you soon)

The Judge shook her head at Amanda, and she blushed and repeated it in
English, apologising. David listened in amazement as she did the
translation, there seemed to be no sign of the previous Jack in her
demeanour. As she walked out of the courtroom her movements were as
feminine as if she had been born a girl.

'What...the..." he started to say.

"David, yes it's true. She really thinks she was born Amanda Louise
Delgado and she has no knowledge of ever being Jack," the Judge
interrupted. I've altered things in the world outside so that the memories
of Jack and of the crimes committed by him have been forgotten. She'll be
teaching children again, but the danger has been eliminated."

"So, he gets off Scot free then, no real punishment like I went though?"
David replied angrily.

"David, inside Amanda's head, a part of Jack still resides, unable to do
anything or control Amanda in any way. He will be so close to the
children, but will be unable to get any satisfaction from it. Amanda is a
woman who likes to look extremely feminine, and she has a boyfriend. Do
you not agree that Jack will hate that?" June Herns smiled.

David knew that having mostly come to terms with his change to Amanda, and
the enjoyable time he'd had with Diane interacting as two females, had
made him think that Jack had got a good deal. But given that Jack was now
a virtual prisoner in Amanda's head put it in a different light.

The Judge then turned to David's family, and a pensive look crossed her
face.

"Now, it's your turn, and I have several options for you. I could remove
your memories of all this and just let you go on your way. But knowing
that the "cure" you're seeking will turn out to be another dead end, I
can't, in all good conscience let you waste your remaining time seeking a
cure that doesn't exist."

At her words, the hope that David had kept of finding a possible cure
died. The blood drained from his face and a leaden feeling came over him,
as he turned to Susan, trying not to cry.

"However..." the Judge continued. "There is another option." she paused as
if considering whether to offer it.

"What?" implored David, clutching at her words in desperation.

"It will have to be your wife and daughters decision, not yours I'm
afraid, and you might not like it. It will mean that they will have to
remain here in Andersonville for the rest of their lives," Judge Herns
went on.

David wondered if he could stand to remain here in Andersonville for the
rest of his life to stay with his family. Looking at his daughter and wife
it was a non-decision; he would have lived at the North Pole as long as
they were together.

"Well I don't have a pressing need to be any particular place," David
stated, quietly. "As long as we're together," he added.

"That's the problem, they would have to stay if they accepted the choice,
but you cannot."

"Huh? Why not?" David asked, feeling rather confused.

"Because I'd have to transform them and give them bodies that will not be
affected by the recessive gene," the judge replied tiredly, as if
explaining to a child.

"So you will give them new female bodies, like you did me?"

"NO!"

"Why not?" David persisted, ignoring the growing scowl on the judge's
face.

"Because the recessive gene being carried down the female line will
ultimately surface if I use a female form. I may be powerful, but there
are limits. Were I to remove the gene that carries the disease, I remove
that which makes them who they are." Sighing at David's blank look, she
continued. "David. they would be someone else. not your wife and daughter.

"But..." then the truth hit David. "NO...Please not that," he sobbed.

"It's the only way David. In any case, it's their decision." With that,
Judge Herns called Susan forward. She walked around the desk and the
judge talked quietly to her. David waited, watching, and wondering could
he give them up if they decided to go though with it.

He saw them nodding their heads, and he knew that his wife had made the
decision to remain in Andersonville. David felt proud and sad at the same
time. Proud of Susan's sacrifice so she could be with her daughter, and
sad because David knew they would no longer be man and wife. Both Susan
and the Judge knelt down to explain the situation to Diane. David had to
look away, his vision blurry from the tears that filled his eyes. He put
his head down and sobbed quietly, until he heard the dreaded chant from
the Judge.

David couldn't watch, as both his wife and daughter experienced the
changes imposed on their bodies. Susan grew in height and bulked up into
an athletic looking 30-year-old man with sandy hair. Diane too changed,
becoming male. He was slightly taller, but still had many of her old
features. Susan was surprised at the feeling of well being from this new
body of hers/his. Obviously, the disease had taken its silent, deadly toil
on her old body unnoticed.

David looked up as a tap on the shoulder, revealed the new Susan. He tried
to smile bravely and welcomed Diane into his arms as if nothing had
happened. The judge spoke quietly, explaining their new lives. Susan was
now Terry, a manager of a ladies wear store here in Andersonville. He was
married to Helen, who also worked in the same store. Their son David
(Diane) was going to school and was on the baseball team.

David was stunned. His wife was married? He tried not to break down in
front of her. Just then, a slim woman entered the courtroom and walked
over to Terry. She looked about 26-27 years old with a great figure. Her
auburn hair way swept back in an attractive style that showed off her gold
earrings. Her eyes were those of a temp, and were the only thing that
marred her beauty.

"Honey," she said, looking at Terry. "I need you at the shop. There's a
new shipment just in, and I'm rushed off my feet. I had to close the shop
just so I could pick you up. Did you sort out the problem with David? I
hope the talk with the judge about throwing stones at windows will put a
stop to it and prevent it from occurring again."

Terry looked at David and shrugged. "I'll talk to you about it later." He
went off with Helen, while Diane/David looked back at her dad with a
surprised expression. David slumped back down on the bench, his mind a
turmoil of whirling emotions. The Judge looked at him carefully, as she
shuffled some paperwork.

"You should leave Andersonville soon, so they can get on with their new
lives." June Herns said quietly.

"I don't know if I can do that Judge. Anyway, I have no place to go now.
I sold my business and the house so we had enough to pay for the
treatment. Now that the SUV is toast and my car is probably impounded in
another state. I'd have to walk. This is all I have left," he said,
indicating his body.

"Well...no...you wouldn't go for it," she mused out loud.

"What?"

"There is one way you could stay here, but..."

"Hey tell me already," David demanded.

The Judge sighed, "You won't like it, that's why I didn't mention it
before."

"Please tell me," he pleaded.

"You could become Helen, and be the wife of your husband. But seeing your
revulsion at being female, I guess that's not an option."

David sat still, trying to imagine wearing dresses for the rest of his
life and having sex with a man, even though it was his wife in another
form.

"Can I think about it Judge?" he asked speculatively.

"I will give you an hour, then I want you out of here, walking if
necessary."

David stumbled outside and looked around at the town with fresh eyes.
Would he be content to live here, not going out beyond the town's
outskirts? If the job Helen did in the shop was with feminine apparel,
could he cope? There were a million questions that he had no answers for.
The two most important reasons for staying were now in different bodies.
Could he look past the outer shell and see the person he fell in love
with? Did it matter? As long as the two bodies were sexually compatible,
did it matter whose mind was in each body?

David walked slowly around in the midday sun, deep in thought. Coming to
one of the many parks in Andersonville, he watched the mothers that had
their children playing there. Could he walk away from the only family he
had left? Something caught his eye, a small child had fallen over and he
was crying until his mother ran up and comforted him, wiping his tears
way.

For David, suddenly it all came clear, and he knew with a certainty what
his decision would be. Making his way back, he found the judge waiting for
him.

"Have you made a decision?" she asked calmly.

"Yes your Honor, I have," David replied simply, trying not to be nervous.

"What's it to be then, Helen or not?"

"Your honour, before I answer that, I want to apologise for the trouble I
caused. Most of it was my worry about my family and my being stuck here
against my will." He paused, gauging the Judge's reactions. "I want to be
Helen," he said in a rush.

"I was afraid of this," June said sadly. "You realise that once I change
you there's no going back. No threats or temper tantrums will sway me to
alter you back."

"I know that, your honour," he said contritely.

"Why should I believe you," she asked sternly.

"Because, in spite of my reluctance in becoming what I'm not, I realise
that I'd miss watching my child grow up. To be there when he falls, to
comfort him when he needs two loving arms. To be honest, I'm not sure how
I'll handle having a husband, but I'm going to try, for the sake of my
child." Tears were running down David's cheeks as he bared his soul to
the Judges scrutiny.

"Very well David, those are fine reasons. I'll grant your request and
please, if you need help in adjusting, you only need to ask," she said
warmly. "Just stand there and I'll put you into Helens body at the shop."
She started the chant, but this time David welcomed it, knowing that in a
few moments he would be where he belonged, with his family.

As the blue energy struck him, the room faded from view and the
surroundings of a very feminine shop coalesced into view. David, now
Helen, found herself facing her husband near the rear of the shop. He had
a startled expression on his face and he blurted out the very amazing
thing he had noticed.

"Your eyes, they changed from the sparkly to a hazel colour."

"Yes, they do that when the temp has been replaced with a real person,"
Helen giggled.

"Your...a real person? And you remember your past life?" Terry queried.

"Yes," Helen teased. " Did bubbakins make it to school on time," Helen
smiled.

"Yes.. he.. bub..? David is that YOU?" Oh god it is." He shouted in
relief, and grabbed Helen, hugging her for dear life.

"Terry...stop hugging so hard," she gasped.

Terry loosed his hold and looked at Helen in amazement. Helen looked up at
her husband/wife and taking a deep breath, leaned forward, and puckered
her lips. Terry completed the move and they kissed deeply. That's when
they realised it didn't matter what sex each was. It was two lovers
confirming a bond made in another time and place.

***********************************************

David, after arriving home from his first day at school was as surprised
as Terry in the change in Helen. He screamed in delight to hear that she
was really his dad when Helen told her story that evening. Helen welcomed
the hugs from her son, and looked hesitantly at Terry as if unsure to do
the same. Overcoming this last hurdle with a resolve to make this work,
Helen opened her arms inviting Terry into the hug. Terry smiled, and knew
that times ahead were going to be an interesting challenge, but in his/her
heart he/she knew that Helen had finally accepted the situation. Time
would take care of the rest, at least they all had the time now, to start
again.

Two years later...

Helen sat thinking on how things had worked out fine, as she feed little
Diane at her breast. The maternal bond that comes with having a baby
suckle, was giving her the most satisfaction. Sex as a woman was
something she looked forward to after her initial reluctance. Terry was
gentle that first time allowing her time to get used to the idea. Now, she
usually was the one who initiated the bedroom gymnastics.

David was doing fine in school and business was booming. Helen, having
been in the same situation as many of her transformed customers, found she
could entice the most reluctant of them to buy. Of course she had lots of
help from Terry, who had the experience with feminine apparel. Yes things
were great, and she was looking forward to teaching her daughter and
sharing the unique bond that a mother and daughter share.

Terry too, was dealing with his change. He still had a lot of input into
what looked great on Helen, in terms of clothes, and found that having a
sexy wife, (especially in bed) was exciting. What he missed the most was
wearing the sensual fabrics close to his skin both at work and in bed.
Helen came up with the solution, and now he wore silky panties and a
chemise under his clothes, and he had the nicest selection of silk
nighties to wear to bed.

Hearing a car door slam and then running feet entering the house, she put
the baby down in her bassinet, and made her way to greet her son and
husband coming back from playing ball in the park.

Fade out...

Next Chapter... Sins of the father, sins of the son

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