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A Man Around The House By Julie I was born Theodora Jane Williamson. Quite a handle, huh, but I went by T.J. (wouldn't you?). I was named after my great grandmother on my father's side. She was a neat old gal. She lived to be 86 years old. She and I were buddies before she passed away. I was her first great grandchild and she left her home to me in her will be because she knew I loved it. The house was almost as old as she was. As glad as I was for such a big house that I didn't owe any money on, the repairs were starting to get to me. The plumbing was always going in one place or the other and the lights would flicker but I never lost power. However, I would never consider selling it to anyone. I loved that old house. Grammy had lived there her entire married life. It was big enough for her husband and herself and their five sons. It had seen love and it had seen tragedy. During World War II, three of her sons were killed in action at Pearl Harbor. That was before the military changed the policy about more than one member of a family serving on the same ship. This particular day it was the yard work that was getting me down. The yard covers just over an acre. There were flowerbeds everywhere because Grammy loved to work in the garden. It was her passion. She won blue ribbons for her roses almost every year at the state fair. I couldn't imagine the old house without them, but they were a bear to maintain. I stand 5'3" and weigh 105 lbs., so the lawn mower is almost as heavy as I am. Of course I have a riding mower, but I still have to use a push mower to get around the trees and flowerbeds. I don't even want to think about the lily pond. The lilies have to be thinned out periodically or the pond gets choked with them and becomes unsightly. I had already weeded the flowerbeds and done all the mowing I could with the riding lawn mower. Debbie Chambers, my best friend, was coming over that evening so I called it quits earlier than usual. Debbie comes over every Friday evening at 7:00 p.m. Sometimes we go out and get a burger and maybe a movie. Sometimes we do 'girl stuff'. I'll never forget the time I ended up with pink hair. If I have a rush order for work, she'll help out with that also. I worked out of my home selling special order teddy bears. Actually, I bought wholesale teddy bears and then customized the bear to the customer's needs. For instance, one bear I finished was for a little girl who had broken her leg in a skiing accident. She was going to be confined to bed for awhile so her parents ordered a bear with a broken leg. He came with a cast and crutches. I found that the sick or hurt kids wanted to take care of the bear the way they wanted to be cared for, but might not ask for. By watching the child, the parents could help the child in little ways they might have not done otherwise. I've even had some doctors recommend my bears. Sometimes I made costumes for them based on a famous person. My favorite was an 'Elvis' bear. It was so cute. I made a bit of money doing this, and since I didn't have a house payment, I got by. Once I set up a web page, I increased my sales about 40%. That helped a lot. I had some money set aside to cover the repairs on the house, but only if I did the work myself. Debbie showed up right on time. "Hi Deb," I said opening the door. "What's new?" "Oh, not a lot. You know, the usual." She breezed in and never missed a beat. "The yard looks great. I have a feeling it's going to be take out tonight." "I would really appreciate it," I replied. "The yard just about ate my lunch. I am beat." "That's okay, how's about some pizza and TV? We can watch videos, make popcorn and kick back and relax." Which is exactly what we did. One large pizza and two hours of Brendan Fraser later, we were sitting around and talking. "You know T.J., what you need is a man around the house to do the yard work," Debbie expounded. "If you had a man, he could do the yard, fix the pluming, re-shingle the roof, paint the house?" "That's not a man, " I interrupted laughing, "That's a slave. What man is going to give me a second look once he knows what I have in mind for him to do." "You're right," Debbie continued. "Oh, but if you could find one that looked like Brendan Fraser, the house could fall around your ears and you wouldn't care." "Isn't that the truth!" I laughed. "Actually, I wouldn't want the whole house to fall down. I mean the bedroom needs to remain standing." Laughing, Debbie stood up. "On that note, I think I'll head for home. I tell you though, I thought we were going to lose power that one time. How do you handle your computer going off every time it does that? You do have a surge protector don't you?" "Oddly enough, I've never had the computer go off. I keep meaning to get a surge protector, but it's one of those things that keeps getting moved to the bottom of the list. I will one of these days though. Call me tomorrow, okay?" After seeing Debbie out, I went to my office. It's not much, just one of the bedrooms that had been redone. There is a desk with my computer on it. Bookshelves along one wall have various computer manuals mixed in with some romances and some of my own teddy bears. The desk belonged to my great grandfather; it is solid oak. I did splurge on my desk chair. It is a high backed, maroon leather chair that swivels. Is it ever comfortable! Atop the filing cabinet is a photograph of Debbie and I taken at Six Flags over Texas. The magazine rack is filled with McCall's, Good Housekeeping and an assortment of craft and sewing magazines, although I don't know when I'll have time to read them. I'm a sucker for magazine sales people with a good story. I showered and got ready for bed. I had put on an oversized T- shirt that said, "When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping". I lay down, but was restless so I decided to go to the computer for a few minutes. Sitting down at the desk, I pulled up my web page. Most of my orders come online. That makes it so much easier for me. On this particular evening, there were no new orders. Since I wasn't tired, I decided to do something I had never done before. I was basically a shy person around people I didn't know so I'd never gone into a chat room. Debbie told me that if it made it easier, to pretend I was someone else. She told me about the fun she has and even explained some of the "chat lingo". So I decided to give it a try. I joined a chat in progress in the 'Singles' room. At first I just watched. Then, TERMINATOR: hi T.J. m/f Why not I thought to myself? T.J.: Male - 6'4" - I look like Brendan Fraser only with a mustache. . TERMINATOR: cool - ive seen george of the jungle ? bet you get a lot of girls :) T.J.: LOL only need one - Debbie. (Wait till I tell Debbie. She'll get a kick out of this.) TERMINATOR: what do you do T.J.: I own my own landscaping company. You? TERMINATOR: i'm in 7th grade T.J.: You know a lot about computers? TERMINATOR: yea, they're neat - what do you do for fun T.J.: I lift weights. What about you? TERMINATOR: skateboard - i gotta go - talk to you later 'k T.J.: Take it easy That went okay for the first time. A kid! I thought I was talking to an adult. I guess you can be anyone you want to be and no one can tell if you're less than honest. It was late so I signed off. Suddenly I felt dizzy. I guess I got more sun than I realized earlier. I sat there with my eyes closed until the dizziness passed. When it did, I reached for the mouse and OH MY GOD! My hand and arm were not MY hand and arm. My nails, which were normally mid-length and polished a pale pink, were short, unpolished and had rough edges. My hands were larger and blunter and there was dark hair over my arms. Glancing further down, I nearly had a heart attack. Gone was the "Tough go shopping" shirt. All that was there was a bare chest and a pair of jockey shorts. And what a chest it was! I jumped up and ran to the bedroom. I had Grammy's stand alone, full-length mirror in one corner. There were a couple of shirts I didn't recognize tossed over the top. Throwing the shirts to one side, I looked into the mirror. I didn't know who that was looking back at me from the mirror, I just knew it wasn't me. The man in the mirror, (and he was definitely all-male) was tall and muscular. Wearing only jockey shorts, I could see every muscle. He was vaguely familiar looking. He had medium brown, slightly wavy hair and a full mustache. At any other time I would have loved to look at this man, but right now all I wanted to do was cry. The thought immediately following that one was that men don't cry. I had to cover that body. It was distracting me and I had to think. I ran to the closet to get my robe or something, and I realized the clothes in the closet weren't mine, at least not the clothes that were hanging in my closet 30 minutes ago. These clothes would fit the man I saw in the mirror. Part of me was still refusing to admit the guy in the mirror was me. Grabbing a terry cloth robe that barely covered my thighs, I went downstairs to the living room. I wanted to get my purse. My purse was not on the table where I always left it; instead there was a wallet. As I picked it up and looked in it, I felt as if I was looking at a stranger's belongings. I grabbed the driver's license to check the name: Theodore James Williamson! I had to think! How did this happen? I looked around franticly as if searching for something or someone to tell me what was going on. Then I noticed some fliers on the table. They read: T.J.'s Landscaping Service Landscaping and Lawn Care Flowerbed Plotting Shrub Design 555-1212 That was it! It was what I had typed in on the computer! I realized why the man in the mirror looked familiar. He looked like Brendan Fraser. I was just like I had described myself in the chat room. When I signed off I had gotten dizzy. That must have been when everything changed. I rushed back upstairs to the computer and signed back online. There was no one in the chat room I had been in earlier so I went to the next one on the list that had several people in it. (I was praying this would work.) SARA303: Welcome T.J. JENNY1779: hi T.J. first time in this room? T.J.: Yes, I'm new at this. SARAH303: Would you like to tell us about yourself? (Thank you, God.) T.J.: I'm female, 5'3", 105 lbs. and I make custom teddy bears for a living. I didn't notice what this particular room was. JENNI1779: This is an alternate lifestyle room. T.J.: Sorry, wrong room. Signing off, I held my breath. A wave of dizziness came over me. I closed my eyes real tight and waited for it to pass. Slowly opening one eye, I looked at my hands. I released the breath I was holding with a sigh. My hands were back to normal. I ran to the mirror in the bedroom. Everything looked like it was back to normal. Just to be on the safe side, I went to the living room and there was my purse. My driver's license had my name on it. There were no flyers on the table. I was back to normal. The rush of relief left me feeling drained. I went to bed and as tired as I was, my mind kept racing. Here was my chance to have a 'man' around the house. It worked once, why not again. Even though I decided to sleep on the idea, I was pretty sure I was going to try it again. The next morning found me sitting at the computer. After a quick trip to chat room, the 'male' me got up and decided to look around. Now that I wasn't in a panic, I began to notice some subtle changes. The furniture was still Grammy's. My desk chair was slightly different though. Instead of maroon leather, it was black. There were no teddy bears around, needless to say. There was a baseball glove on one shelf and an autographed baseball on another. The books in the shelves were a mixture of science fiction and thrillers; not a romance to be seen. There were Sports Illustrated magazines in the rack. Atop the filing cabinet was a picture of the 'male' me and Debbie at a Ranger game. I was glad to see I was still friends with Debbie. Just for kicks, I looked to see what web sites were bookmarked in this life. I noticed that even in this life 'Victoria's Secrets' was still a favorite. I didn't think I looked at that site for the same reason though. There was one call 'Fictionmania' which seemed to have a lot of stories. There was a 'Fantasy Baseball' site and several concerning gardening and lawn care. Walking down the hall, I looked into what used to be my sewing room where I did all the work on the teddy bears. For someone who never exercised very much, the room looked like a torture chamber. There were weights and benches, a stationary bike and a treadmill. Judging by what I had seen in the mirror last night, I used these quite a bit. Curious, I walked over to one bench and lifted the weights next to it. I could lift my old weight without breaking a sweat. I found myself doing several reps without even thinking. Afterwards I felt exhilarated. I decided when I went back to my old life I would start some kind of exercise program because I really liked how I felt. Right now though, I was going to do the yard work I wanted to get done. Wearing a cutoff pair of blue jeans and a pair of worn Nikes, I headed outside. Judging by the tan lines on this body, that was my usual attire. Several hours later, I decided to take a break. I had finished the mowing around the flowerbeds, edged the driveway and sidewalk, fertilized and used the weed-eater to clear out the longer grass next to the fence line. The equipment I used was different. They were newer and more powerful yet I handled them with ease. That made sense since doing this was my livelihood. I was surprised how quickly I accomplished jobs that would normally take me several days. In the house, I went to the 'fridge to get some water to cool off. There were no bottles of water like I usually kept. There was however several bottles of beer. I was hot and the beer was cold so I grabbed one. Boy, did it taste good! Now I was hungry. I had worked up an appetite. Gone, of course were my yogurts. After checking the cupboards and the fridge, I decided on two chili-cheese dogs complete with mustard, onions and relish washed down by a second beer. I began to feel a familiar pressure and headed to the bathroom. As I unzipped my shorts, I realized this was going to be a little different from what I was used to. Standing, I relieved myself. As I went to put everything back where it belonged, I found I enjoyed the feelings that came when I accidentally stroked myself. This was an area where I did not want to go. I was a female no matter what I looked like on the outside. I decided the less time spent in this body, the better off I would be. After all, I was happy being a woman. With that decided, I decided to tackle the lily pond. By the time the sun went down, I had finished all the chores I had to do in the yard. Not only had I finished, but also it looked better that it ever had before, more professional. I couldn't help but wonder if people who do this for a living have trouble making ends meet during the winter. I went into the house, signed onto a chat room and changed back into myself. All of a sudden, I wondered whether the yard work disappeared with my male body or whether it looked as if the female me had done it. I ran outside, almost afraid my day's work had vanished. Fortunately, it looked just as my 'male' self had left it. Another thing that hadn't disappeared was my sweaty, dirty body. I looked (and smelled) as if this body had worked out in the heat all day. Oh well, you take the bad with the great. I jumped into the shower and when I got out, I felt great. I may have looked as if I had done the work, but my muscles were not sore nor was I as tired as I usually was after doing the lawn. I noticed the message light was blinking on my answering machine so I checked it. "T.J. it's Debbie. My mom fell and sprained her ankle so I'm flying out to Denver to help my Dad out till she can get up and around. I'll be gone about a week, so I'll call you when I get back. Bye." "Rats!" I was going to have to wait before I could tell Debbie about my other self. Her being gone would give me more time to surprise her by fixing things up. The next morning was Sunday. I decided to take the day off and plan on what I wanted to do. I decided to make a list of things that needed doing around the house. There was the leaky faucets in the kitchen, shingle the roof, fix the loose rail on the banister, find out why the lights kept flickering, build a barbecue pit and paint the exterior. I would need to be a plumber, a roofer, a carpenter, an electrician, a mason and a painter. I had decided to start with the barbecue pit because I liked the sound of a cookout. I drew out a plan of what I wanted it to look like. Monday morning, after a quick trip to a chat room, I was ready to lay brick. Out of habit, I checked my calendar software. I'm glad I did because I noticed I had a job scheduled that morning, a bricklaying job. Mrs. Finley, who lived across the street, had a brick fence that had a damaged area ever since the last ice storm, when a car slid out of control and knocked a section of it down. She's a sweet old lady, and whenever I asked when she was going to get it fixed, she would reply, "You know I can't trust just anybody. I watch on TV where con artists are ripping off all these older folks. When I find the right person, I'll know. Then I'll get it fixed." Well, since she apparently trusted me, I wasn't going to let her down. Besides, the money would help pay for the pit I wanted to put in the back yard. I decided there and then, to do any jobs that were lined up. I went downstairs to the garage, and there was a truck with the same color brick as Mrs. Finley's fence. It was loaded and ready to go. The mixer for the mortar was being towed behind. I drove over there, mixed my mortar and got to work. When I was almost completed, Mrs. Finley came out with some ice-cold lemonade and some chocolate chip cookies. "Well T.J., you're doing a fine job. Can you take a little break?" she asked, offering me a glass. "I don't know why I waited so long to ask you to fix this fence." "I think the timing had to be right," I replied, drinking most of the lemonade. I couldn't have fixed the fence as the old T.J. "Here, have a cookie. It was Theodora's recipe. I used to go over and eat these when I was dating her middle son, Jake. Broke my heart when he died. Guess it was just as well, I wouldn't have given Mr. Finley a look if Jake had still been around." At that she giggled. "You look like him, you know." "No, I didn't realize that," I commented. "Thank you for the cookies and drink, but I have to get back to work before my mortar sets." She would have gone on and on. Like I said a sweet lady. She took the hint and I finished the job. It only took me three hours As I drove back to the house, I thought how I would get a good feeling now, every time I looked at that fence. Don't get me wrong, I loved doing my teddy bears, but I didn't get to see them once I shipped them off. This had given me a sense of satisfaction that went beyond what I had felt with my bears. Since I had gotten an early start, I still had plenty of time to finish the pit before I called it a night. I was glad I had done this chore first. I had the rest of the week for the mortar to cure before the weekend. I know Debbie would like to come over for the cookout on Saturday if she is back in town by then, I thought. Changing back into the real me, I, again, felt quite good. It was almost as if my smaller body was charged with all the energy of my larger one. I really liked the way I felt as well as having the sense of accomplishment I had from the day's work. Looking at my list of chores, I decided to paint the house next. That would take the longest of any other item except possibly finding out what was causing the lights to flicker. It would sure be nice to have it done before Debbie got back. I could just imagine the look on her face when she saw all I had accomplished. The next morning, as T.J., the house painter, I left the computer room and went to the garage to find everything I needed to paint the house. The paint for the house itself was a very pale, almost white, golden shade of tan. For the trim, there was a dark copper. The whole effect was to give the house a warm feeling. The last coat of paint wasn't cracking or peeling, yet it had faded badly in some areas. That was the main reason to repaint. This time the proper paint would be used. Getting the ladder, (since you start at the top and work down) I began the immense task. I remember thinking, as I climbed up that I hated heights. Using a paint sprayer, I was able to apply two coats and complete the job by Friday afternoon. After finishing painting the house I jumped into the shower. The hot water coursing over my body felt wonderful. I had always liked a hot bath before yet this was just as relaxing. I had always changed back into the 'female' me when a job was done. This was the first time I hadn't. Soaping my body, I found my nipples getting hard. Reaching lower, I realized they weren't the only things getting hard. I had admired this body in the mirror, yet I had never taken the time to explore it. I couldn't seem to remember what my reasons were for not doing so. All of a sudden, the shower door opened and Debbie, minus her clothes, stepped in. "Oh babe, I missed you," she said as she reached for my manhood. "Here let me help you with that." She began to lovingly stroke up and down. This was Debbie! I was overwhelmed by the feelings she was generating. I had never had thoughts like this about her and right now I was having trouble thinking about anything else. I had never stopped to think what part Debbie would play in my 'male' life. "I'm glad to see you missed me," she purred. "I know I missed you while I was taking care of Mom and Dad, but enough talk." She slowly lowered herself to her knees and began to kiss and lick my member. Her lips encircled the rosy head and then caressed the length of my staff. Sucking gently, she proceeded to drive me out of my mind. I wanted to be inside her. It was as if my body had memories I was unaware of. Reaching down, I pulled her up beside me and began to kiss those same lips that moments ago were giving me so much pleasure. Turning her around, I began to lightly kiss the back of her neck, caressing her with my mustache. She quivered in my arms. I reached around to her perfect breasts and filled my hands with their bounty. I had never realized how lush her breasts were. Picking her up, I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. With an evil grin, I said, "Turn about is fair play." I had 'inside' information as to what would please a woman and I called all of it into play. I began kissing her nipples, my mustache brushing the pearly mounds. Slowly I worked my way down, kissing and nibbling. Lifting one of her legs, I kissed the inside of her knee. With a flick of my tongue, I moved lower to the heart of her womanhood. Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I nuzzled her heat. While my tongue danced around the nubbin that was the center of her pleasure, first one then two of my fingers penetrated her warm sheath. Debbie was writhing on the bed, her fists clenching and releasing the sheets, her head rocking side to side. As I felt the beginnings of her climax, I lifted up and then entered her, sinking my full, substantial length into her tight, welcoming well. Debbie stiffened as the climax overtook her. The feelings were incredible. Knowing what a woman's orgasm felt like only intensified my pleasure. As I repeatedly entered and withdrew, I felt a pressure building within myself. Debbie had recovered and desire was rebuilding within her. Deeper and deeper slow then faster, I plunged into her depths. Stiffening, I felt the explosion of release as I poured forth my seed at the same time Debbie achieved her second orgasm. Relaxing, I moved to the side and took Debbie into my arms. "Where did you learn to do that!?!" she asked. "It was incredible. That was the absolute best it has ever been." Laughing, I replied, "Would you believe in a chat room?" "Well by all means, keep chatting!" she said, kissing my neck. "By the way, how did you get paint behind your ear?" With that, we both went back to the shower to...ah...clean up. The next morning, Debbie and I cooked breakfast together. She was right at home, walking around in one of my shirts. I was at a loss; I didn't know what to think. It was just like after a sleep over, only we hadn't gotten much sleep. "Honey, the house looks great!" she said putting the food on the table. "You got so much done while I was gone." "I think the next job is going to be the staircase banister," I replied as I set down to eat." I explained what else I wanted to do to the house while we ate. "You need to do something about these flickering lights, but that's going to take a master electrician to find out what the problem is," Debbie commented as she rinsed the pans out. "Oops! Looks like a plumber should be next on the list. The water doesn't seem to be draining anymore. I know it drained slow, but it seems to have stopped altogether." I checked the bathroom and noticed water backing up in the tub. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll get right on it," I said as I ran up the stairs. "You? But you don't know how?" Debbie's words faded away as I went up the stairs. I went to the computer and T.J. the house painter became T.J. the master plumber. I headed to the garage/workshop to get my tools. As I passed Debbie, I asked, "What were you saying? "Umm?I think it was?oh yeah, you don't know how much it aggravates me that you have to do this on 'our' day," she replied. "Well, let me see what's wrong. Maybe it won't take long to fix. We may still have our day together." Before too long I had determined the problem was between the house and the street so it was my problem, not the city's. "I'm sorry, babe. This is going to take a while. I've got to get a backhoe and do some digging." Calling a number that was in my Rolodex, I determined that a backhoe was available to rent. According to my computer, T.J., the plumber, had done business with this rental place before and they had my certification to operate the hoe on file. Driving out to the rental place I was bemused by all the knowledge bouncing around my head. After I hooked the trailer with the hoe to my truck, I headed for home. Climbing upon the backhoe, I drove it off the trailer and positioned it over the area where the sewer line was. After I set the supports, I began digging. Oh, the feeling of power I had operating that machinery. Before long, I had a trench several yards long. Jumping down, I looked and saw the problem. At some time someone had used galvanized steel for the sewer line and it had rusted through and now needed to be replaced. By the time I had finished filling the trench back in the sun was setting. I was covered from the waist down with mud. Yuck! I had the same feeling of pride when I finished as I had the other jobs, yet being coated in mud and God knows what else put a damper on those feelings. Debbie had gone home after lunch when she found out I was going to be tied up all day. I went straight to the shower and scrubbed myself at least three times. Now I understand why plumbers make so much money. No one else wants to do the dirty work. After the shower, I went ahead and fixed the leaky faucets in the kitchen. While I had been picking up the pipe I needed to do the repairs, I also picked up a garbage disposal. I installed it at this time. I quickly checked the plumbing in the rest of the house because once I changed, I didn't want to go back to being a plumber. It was after midnight before the real me fell into bed. The next day, T.J. the landscaper, leveled the ground over the new sewer line and placed sod in the bare areas. After watering heavily, the yard looked almost as if it hadn't been torn up. Within a few weeks, you wouldn't be able to tell at all. I thought about taking some time off and relaxing, but I saw my goal for having the house finished closer than I had thought possible. I was also afraid I would get too used to being a guy. I was becoming very comfortable as a guy and that bothered me. I still thought of myself as a woman, yet I was enjoying the strength that I had as a man. I was still trying to figure out what my feelings were about Debbie. She and I had been friends since the third grade. We knew everything there was to know about each other. As a matter of fact, we even had our monthly periods at about the same time. Now I knew what sex was like with her. I don't think I can tell her that though. I don't know if I can tell her any of it now. She'll ask for details and she knows me well enough to tell when I'm holding something back. Because of all the thoughts jumbled in my head, when I went to the computer to change into a carpenter, I made a few other changes. I stopped into the 'Short Skirts at Work' chat room. SANNYGAL: Hi T.J. M/F T.J.: Female?I'm 5'11" but I don't get to wear short skirts to work. SANNYGAL: Why not? T.J.: I'm a finish carpenter. Jeans and T-shirts are my work wardrobe. I do wear the skirts on the weekends though. SANNYGAL: lol?I don't know that that's so bad, not having to mess with pantyhose everyday. Is what you do hard work? T.J.: Not for me. Since I am a tall girl I can handle the tools okay. Actually it has helped me tone my body. I need that upper body strength you know. T.J.: Well, I have to go?duty calls. Have a good day. SANNYGAL: B'bye. The first thing I did was check myself out in the mirror. I was still me, just taller and firmer. I was very pleased with the way I looked. I was going to have to give very serious thought about whether I was going to keep this body after all the work was done. I went to the garage, which seemed to change as much as I did, if not more. Whatever career I said I had, the necessary tools were always out there. Sometimes the material for the job was also. This time the garage was a workshop with various drills, saws and lathes. Lumber was stacked against one wall. I got what I needed to repair the loose rail and went back inside. The work went quickly. I was amazed. In the past when I had tried to hammer a nail, I had to use a dozen or so blows and then it bent. Most nails I had used were bent over and ugly, but if it held together, that's all that mattered. These nails were going in with a couple of blows and they were straight. The banister looked great when I was done. I noticed a step was warping so I replaced it in a fairly short amount of time. With a little stain, it fit right in. There was only one job left: the flickering lights. They had flickered intermittently ever since the house had been hit by lightning four years ago. They never caused a problem. They were really only an irritation. I decided to do the job as a man and stay a man till the job was done. It wasn't because I wanted to be a guy, but my period was due and I was hoping to be able to skip it this month. So I became a master electrician. As I started to look around, I realized this was going to be quite a job. There was aluminum wiring in one section of the house. I don't know how it managed to go this long without being replaced. They did away with aluminum wiring because it turned out to be a fire hazard. As long as I was going to rewire that one section, I might as well rewire the rest. I had been working for about a week and a half when I found what was causing the flickering. Apparently when the lightning struck it had fused several wires together. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the condition of those wires. The fact they hadn't caused a fire was a miracle. I can't even tell you why the power still coursed through them. If I had known the bad shape they were in, this would have been my first job instead of my last. I finally finished rewiring the house after about four weeks. During the day, I would keep my 'electrician's' business going and work on the house in my off hours. Debbie would come over occasionally and stay to make sure I was having enough fun. As I sat down at the computer, I was glad I was going to go back to my old life. I joined in the 'Stocking and Heels' chat room. I decided to be the real me. It didn't take long. KENNETH875: T.J., m/f? T.J.: female, 5'3", 105 lbs. - I make teddy bears for a living. KENNETH875: married? T.J.: nope, and not looking. KENNETH875: ok Having entered my information, I signed off and waited. Nothing happened! There was no dizzy spell, no changes of any kind! I signed back on to a different chat room and tried again. Still nothing! What was I doing wrong? Had I stayed too long in the male body? Was that it? I went to each of the chat rooms that I had made changes in and tried every one. Nothing seemed to work. What was different this time? I got up and paced around the house. "Think?think?what's different?" I said as I paced. "I haven't changed anything. How can I figure out why it doesn't work, when I don't know how it worked in the first place? It's the same computer; nothing's changed. It hasn't been moved. It's plugged into the same outlet. I didn't change the voltage when I rewired. Rewired! The fused wires I replaced were in a junction box that fed into this room. That has to be it!" I came to a dead stop. "If that's it, then there's no going back. I'm stuck. I'm going to be a man the rest of my life. No! There has to be another answer." For the next hour and a half, I considered and discarded possible reasons for not being able to change back. Finally, I accepted the truth. It was the rewiring. I can't say I wish I hadn't done it because it was a fire waiting to happen. I might not have awakened one morning and that would really have ruined my day. I guess it could be worse. I could be stuck as a plumber. I shuddered at the thought. I did enjoy doing electrical work and the pay is good. I just didn't know where I wanted my life to go now. I mean, as a woman, I knew what I wanted - a husband, a few kids, but as a man? Things were different now. Just then I heard the front bell. When I opened the front door, Debbie was on the porch. "Hi, forget your key?" I asked as she came in. She walked into the living room without saying a word. "Debbie, what's wrong?" I was concerned because she seemed on the verge of tears. "T.J., I'm sorry," she began. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I mean I didn't plan?" "Honey, what is it?" "I'm pregnant. You know me; I'm as regular as clockwork. When I was two weeks late I thought it must have been the stress of taking care of Mom and Dad. After three weeks, I made a doctor's appointment. He did a blood test and I got the results today. I think it happened the night I came back from Denver." I was shocked! My best friend was pregnant and by me! Now what? "T.J. say something," she pleaded. "I'm just trying to decide if I want to go down on my left knee or my right knee when I ask you to marry me." Maybe my goals for my life hadn't changed that much. Debbie burst out in tears. "You don't think I tried to trap you, do you?" Enfolding her in my arms, I told her, "I think we were meant to be together. And no I don't think you tried to trap me. I know you too well to even begin to think that. One of these days, I'll tell you everything that has happened that makes me feel that way. By the way, I do love you." Thinking about it, I always had. That was 40 years, four kids and seven grandkids ago. Through the years, I finally convinced Debbie of what happened. I told her what her childhood was like with a girl friend and she told me what it was like with a boy friend. All that really matters is that we are 'best' friends.