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The Trade By Morpheus "PLEASE keep it quiet" Rachael begged of her 10 year old son Martin. "I finally got Annie to sleep, and I don't need you to wake her to wake up again." "But Mom...." Martin protested, "I was just playing" Martin glared at his infant sister Annie, who was sleeping in the playpen across the room. "Besides" he added rebelliously, "this is the living room, not her bedroom" Rachael sighed, then told Martin in no uncertain tone, "If you have to play noisily, you can go outside to do it." When Martin just looked at her, obviously unrepentant, she sighed again and said "Honestly. You're old enough....I wish you'd try to help me out a little" Martin just shrugged, still not happy that he was getting kicked out of the house, again, just because of a little baby. "It's not fair" Martin grumbled. But before he could hear his mother's response, Martin's four year old brother Bobby came running into the room, yelling excitedly for no apparent reason. "Bobby..." Rachael began, but almost immediately, another voice started adding to the noise as Annie woke up screaming. "Oh no" Rachel groaned, looking very tired as she hurried over to comfort her daughter. Martin decided to take advantage of the distraction, and hurried out the back door, trying to get out of sight before his Mom asked him to grab a diaper. Outside, Martin muttered to himself "It's not fair" Sometimes he really wished that he was still an only child. Before Bobby was born, he got all the attention from his parents, and could play almost anywhere in the house that he wanted to. Now, his Mom spent all her time with Bobby and Annie, while he got told to be quiet and go outside. He even had to share his bedroom with Bobby, much to Martin's disgust. Though he didn't always show it, Martin did love his brother and sister. He just wasn't sure how to deal with them. Sometimes it felt to him like the only reason that they were there was to make things difficult for him. He couldn't play with Bobby without getting yelled at for being too rough, and he wasn't even allowed to pick Annie up. And if Martin was even in the same room with either of them, it seemed to invite trouble for him. "It's just not fair" he repeated, frustrated at the way he'd been treated. "I'm almost eleven" he growled, "not some stupid baby" Grabbing his basketball, Martin started throwing it at the hoop in front of the garage, trying to burn off his frustration. After a short while, Martin started to forget about the incident, being too caught up in his practice. That night after dinner, Rachael sat back on the couch, feeding Annie, thankful that her husband Scott was helping with the dishes. "Now if only Martin would try to help out a little" she said with a sigh. She spent all day trying to cook, clean, and look after 3 kids, and without any help. Scott tried to help out when he was home, but with him at work all day, and often working overtime, he wasn't around to help her too much. And when he was, he was usually almost as tired as she was. She frowned, shifting Annie over to her other breast, wishing that Martin at least would help out since was old enough. But unfortunately, he showed no interest in doing so. When Rachael had married Scott, years earlier, her head had been filled dreams of how great married life would be. However, she'd quickly learned that motherhood wasn't as easy as she'd imagined. Not that she minded too much. She just wished that she could take a break from it all. For just a little while. Watching over 3 children really took it out of her at times. Rachael winced slightly, looking down at Annie, then quietly told her "That's enough for now" She smiled at her daughter, then covered her breasts up again before raising Annie to be burped. Once Annie had been burped, and her diaper had been changed, Rachael put her to bed, looking forward to a few moments rest herself. However, when Rachael returned to the living room, she stopped and gasped. "Martin!" she snapped, staring at her son who was standing there, with mud all over his feet. "Oh no" she cried, "I just cleaned that carpet too" All Rachael could do was shake her head infrustration, looking at the footprints running across the floor. "I'm sorry" Martin apologized, looking guilty. "Get those shoes off right now" Rachael ordered, already moving towards the vacuum. "I wish for once you'd think before acting" Rachael was practically in tears, "You're not the one that has to clean your messes up. Just for once, I wish that you'd see what it was like" "But..." Martin tried to protest, to no avail. "No Buts" Rachael interrupted. "Get cleaned up and go to your room. I don't want to deal with you right now" Martin nodded and left, while Rachael continued to clean the floor, for the second time that day. "God I'm sick of this" she muttered to herself, wishing that just for once Martin could see what she had to put up with. That he could understand how much she, could use his help around the house, rather than his making things worse. "If only..."Rachael muttered aloud, knowing that there wasn't any way. Then suddenly she froze where she was, staring at her hands and Realizing that there was a way. "Oh God" she whispered, remembering something that she'd forgotten about for years. Something that her own mother had given to her. For the rest of the night, Rachael seriously thought about what she was considering. In the morning, Rachael followed her normal routine of fixing breakfast for Scott and getting him off to work. "I'll see you later honey" she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he went out the door. Then, once the door closed behind Scott, Rachael let out a sigh, then went to get Martin up. "Time to wake up" she told Martin as she shook him, trying not to wake Bobby up at the same time. "Can't I sleep in a little longer, Mom?" Martin groaned. Rachael smiled. "No. You've got to get up for school" Then with a playful swat to Martin's arm, Rachael said "Common. Hurry it up" Martin just groaned again, but complied, enviously looking over at Bobby sleeping across the room. Rachael chuckled at the sight, then left the boy's room, returning to her own bedroom. Once there, she closed the door behind herself and, feeling very nervous, she reached into the back of her closet, and a moment later pulled out a small box. "I never thought that I'd actually use this" she muttered, glancing inside to make sure that it was there. Once she'd verified that, she set the box down on the edge of the bed and moved in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. She smiled faintly at the image that met her. That of a rather attractive 29 year old woman. Rachael proudly stood up to her full height of 5 foot 6, pushing her breasts out as far as they would go, chuckling at the image. "There's still time to reconsider" she told herself, nervously picking up the box and eyeing it. She frowned, but held onto the box as she left the bedroom. In the living room, Rachael checked up on Annie whom she'd put into the play pen. "Are you all right honey?" Rachael asked her daughter. Annie just giggled slightly, continuing to clutch her stuffed rabbit in her hand. Rachael played with Annie for several more minutes, then got up and headed for the kitchen. After a short while, Martin came in, already dressed and ready for breakfast. "Morning, sleepyhead" she greeted him. "Morning" Martin grumbled, already pouring cereal for himself. Rachael just sat back and watched Martin eat. When he was finished, she put his bowl in the sink, then sat back down across from him. When Martin moved to get up, Rachael gestured for him to remain seated. "We need to talk" she finally said. "What about?" Martin asked, obviously confused. He saw that his Mom looked serious, even nervously tapping her fingers against a small box that she'd set on the table. After taking a deep breath, Rachael said "You don't understand how hard it's been for me around the house, and you haven't been helping" Martin snorted in obvious disbelief. "What's so hard about cleaning for a little bit, then watching TV for the rest of the day?" he asked sarcastically. Rachael smiled faintly, wondering if this was going to be easier than she'd planned. "And all you do is play, all day long. As well as making messes and lots of noise." Martin snorted again, while his Mom continued "That's why I wanted to talk to you." At this point, Martin started to get interested, though somewhat nervous at the same time. He couldn't help wondering just what his Mom was up to, though he suspected that it might be an increase in his allowance, in exchange for a few extra chores of course. "Huh" he responded, not wanting to commit himself. For a moment, Rachael just continued to tap her fingers on top of the box, before finally stopping. She opened the box and pulled out a cup, that looked to be very old, and made entirely of copper. It was slightly smaller than a coffee cup, without the handle as well. Small but faint images decorated the outside, seeming to be scenes of various people. "This" Rachael announced proudly, "is a family heirloom." When Rachael noticed that Martin didn't seem too interested, she added "And it's magic." That caught Martin's interest, as skeptical and disbelieving as it was. "My grandpa.....your great grandpa, found this somewhere or other and discovered it's magic. It's been passed down through the family since." "So?" Martin asked, wondering why his Mom was telling him this story. It wasn't like her to lie to him, except of course for that Santa thing, but he suspected that this was a little different. But in spite of himself, Martin was getting curious. Rachael took a deep breath, then quickly said "I had a similar problem with my Mom when I was your age. She didn't understand me....and I didn't understand her. I didn't realize that at the time." Rachael sighed, setting the cup firmly down in front of her. "She made the same offer to me that I'm about to make to you. Since it helped me and my Mom, I thought that it might help us too." Martin was beginning to get confused. "What are you talking about?" he demanded. "I want to make a trade" Rachael burst out, blushing as she did so. She knew that what she was doing was not only wrong, but ridiculous, but she was sure that it would work. It had worked for her and her own mother. "A trade?" Martin echoed. "Yes" Rachael said, "I want to trade lives for one day. That way we could both get a better understanding of each other." And so that he'd appreciate what she did, Rachael silently added. Martin laughed, thinking how unusual it was for his Mom to tease him like that, and half tempted to believe her. It certainly would be interesting if they could trade, as unlikely as he knew that to be. It could even have been fun. Deciding to humor her, Martin asked "Why not for a week?" "A week?" Rachael repeated, not quite sure that she believed her ears. She hadn't intended to do it for so long, but then she realized that if a little bit was good, then more would be even better. Before her son could change his mind, Rachael stuck her hand out "It's a deal" "It's a deal" Martin said, shaking her hand and grinning. Rachael stood up, taking the cup with her to the sink where she filled it half full of water then returned to her seat. "I've only used this once" she reluctantly admitted to Martin. "When I traded with my mother for a day" Her eyes faded slightly and she smiled faintly, remembering that day from years earlier, shortly after she'd turned 12. Suddenly realizing that Martin was looking at her, Rachael returned her thoughts to the present. "I don't know how it works" she admitted, "but it does. You can fill it with water, juice, milk or anything like that. And then....." she smiled nervously, staring at her own fingers, "one person drinks from it. When the next person drinks some of it, they trade lives." Martin was quiet for a moment, seeing that his Mom definitely looked serious. But she couldn't be telling the truth, could she? "What if someone else took a sip then?" he asked, proud of himself for figuring out the weakness of her story. "Honestly," Rachael answered, "I'm not sure. I think that after two people trade, the cup probably resets for the next two people. I don't really know for sure." For the next several moments, they both just sat there, staring at each other. Rachael wondered if she was making a mistake, turning a little boy into an adult woman. But then, she reminded herself that it hadn't harmed her any, and the magic would take care of everything. She hoped. "One week" Rachael muttered to herself. Then before she could change her own mind, she said "Cheers" and took a deep sip of the water. Once she was through, she set the cup down on the table and silently slid it over to her son. Martin looked at the cup in front of him, beginning to feel nervous. She looked so serious about it all. What if she was telling the truth? What if they were going to trade places? Then Martin thought that it might be kind of neat to be a grown up. It could be fun. Shrugging, Martin picked up the cup and drank down the rest of the water. Almost immediately a pleasant warmth began to fill Martin's stomach. From there, it began to spread out, quickly covering his entire body with not only a warm feeling, but a strange tingling as well. Sort of like when his leg fell asleep, though not nearly as uncomfortable. Next, Martin started to feel light headed and dreamy, with his thoughts beginning to get confused and cloudy. He tried to yawn, but nothing came out. Then, everything went quiet, and Martin's eyes got heavy, closing on their own. For several minutes, Martin was lost in the strange warmth that filled his being, floating in an imaginary sea. Then the warmth began to fade, and Martin's thoughts began to get clearer. Feeling his senses beginning to return, Martin opened his eyes and said "Boy that was weird..." pausing at the strangeness in his voice, and more importantly, at the sight that was facing him. Martin's jaw dropped and all he could do was stare across from him, seeing his own face looking back. "Oh my..." he whispered in shock. "It worked" Rachael exclaimed, surprising Martin slightly by hearing his own voice. She stood up, looking down at her new body with amazement, while Martin just stared at his own hands, hardly believing that it was real. Martin stood up himself, feeling slightly unsteady. He looked down, seeing his Mom's breasts pushing out from his chest. He saw her body, wearing her clothes. "Wow" was all he could think to say, amazed that it had actually worked. That they'd actually traded bodies. Slowly, Martin took stock of his body, realizing that even though he was obviously taller than before, and even had breasts, he didn't really feel very different. He felt sort of ....normal. he was slightly confused at that, and then by the strange thoughts and feeling he was beginning to notice. Just then, a loud crying startled Martin, nearly making him jump. Rachael chuckled wickedly in Martin's body, then smugly announced "It looks like Annie needs something" then with an evil grin she added "And I think she's hungry" Martin looked at her for a moment, not really comprehending at first. Rachael just chuckled, then said "I guess I'd better get going." "Wha....where?" Martin asked, feeling confused. "I'll see you after school.....MOM" Rachael responded, then quickly hurried out the front door. Martin stared at the door for a moment, then he realized that Annie was still crying "Shoot" he muttered, filled with a sudden urgency. Martin immediately went into the living room and gently lifted Annie out of her play pen. Her crying eased up, and he found himself saying "There there. It'll be all right Sweetheart" Martin didn't spend any time thinking about the fact that 'Sweetheart' was his Mom's pet name for Annie. Nor did he think about it much as he instinctively lowered his shirt, baring his naked breast and holding Annie to the nipple. As Annie began to hungrily suck, Martin smiled, thinking how nice that felt. Suddenly, he realized how strange that was for him, but at the same time, how natural it felt. How normal. It was almost like he'd done it before, lots of times. But then Martin realized that he had. Or at least he remembered doing it before. He was startled by the realization that he could actually remember breast feeding Annie before, and lots of other things. "Oh my" he gasped in surprise, wondering just how much he had traded with his Mom. However, he knew that he didn't have time to worry about that at the moment. Not with Annie still needing to finish eating and then have her diaper changed. Martin smiled as he looked down at his sister, who was contentedly sucking at his breast. He suddenly felt very protective of her, very maternal. Uncertain, but accepting these new feelings, Martin said "There you go Sweetheart." When Annie had finished eating, Martin burped her, somehow knowing that this was the right thing to do. Then he changed her diapers, doing an expert job, in spite of the fact that he'd never changed a diaper before in his life. Martin didn't know exactly how, but somehow he just knew what needed to be done, and could do it. After he was finished with the diaper, Martin held Annie, rocking her gently back and forth, surprised to find just how much he enjoyed that simple act. He'd never really been allowed to even pick Annie up, but there he was, taking care of her on his own. Once Annie was sufficiently tired, Martin set her back into the playpen for a nap. "I guess now I can watch TV" Martin decided. But as he went over to turn the TV on, something seemed wrong. There was a feeling that he still had something to do though. Martin frowned for a moment, trying to figure out what that could possibly be, when his eyes caught sight of the vacuum cleaner in the corner. "Oh" he sighed, suddenly realizing that if he was now his Mom, then it was his job to clean the house. Something inside of him seemed to confirm this. Martin unwound the power cord and got ready to start vacuuming the living room, then stopped when he realized that the noise would probably wake Annie back up. Sighing, he knew that he'd have start at the other end of the house, or wait until Annie was up again. But before Martin could make up his mind which, he noticed Bobby standing in the door frame, butt naked and yawning. "Bobby!" Martin gasped, "You've got to put some clothes on" "NO" Bobby exclaimed, sticking his lip out, "I don't wanna" "Come on" Martin sighed, walking towards Bobby, "Lets get you dressed" "No" Bobby said again, then turned and ran when Martin got too close. Martin winced and called out "Get back here!" but Bobby ignored him. Groaning to himself, Martin started chasing after Bobby. In spite of his much smaller size and age, Bobby was surprisingly adept at dodging Martin, and it took a whole 15 minutes to catch him. And by the time that Martin had caught up with Bobby, who was excitedly running around, and obviously having fun at their 'game', the noise had woken Annie up, and she was screaming. "Gotcha" Martin said once he'd finally stopped Bobby. He held on tight, looking towards Annie's play pen and wanting to check on her, but not wanting to have to chase Bobby down again. "I'll be there in a minute" Martin called out to Annie, beginning to feel a little stressed. After putting Bobby back in their bedroom, Martin told him to get dressed, then he hurried back to take care of Annie. Once Annie was calmed back down, Martin returned to Bobby, who still wasn't dressed, and had to practically force dress his brother. It was only after all this was done that Martin was finally able to begin on the housework. Rachael sat in her, or actually Martin's class, grinning to herself. It was great to be back in school, with nothing to worry about. No responsibilities and no kids to look after. Though she felt slightly guilty for having made the trade in the first place, she reminded herself that it was temporary and that Martin would gain all the abilities he needed to deal with it. Still, she couldn't help thinking how amusing it was to think that she finally got the vacation she wanted. Even going so far as to vacation from herself. Absently, Rachael put her hand to her crotch and squeezed it, thinking how strange it was to have a penis of her own, even if it was just an 10 year olds. Just as strange was the fact that she felt comfortable with it. Suddenly realizing that someone might see her, Rachael pulled her hand away and tried to pay attention to the teacher. She knew that she didn't really need to pay attention since she'd gone through that stuff herself when she was at school the first time, but she decided that maybe she'd help Martin out a little while she could. Besides, she was actually enjoying herself, even finding it a little exciting. In spite of herself, Rachael found her mind drifting again. First towards the two boys who were sitting next to her and joking around, and then to her own thoughts. Rachael chuckled and wondered why she'd never tried using the cup before, at least on her own. It was definitely interesting so far, and she could barely wait to get home and see how Martin was handling it. For most of the morning, Martin was kept very busy. If it wasn't Annie, crying out for something to eat or for her diaper to be changed, it was Bobby who somehow managed to keep getting underfoot. Martin was surprised that he'd managed to get any housework done at all, though he'd barely had a chance to even sit down for a minute. "This is more tiring than I thought" Martin sighed as he shoved some dirty laundry into the washing machine. "How could Bobby have gotten two shirts wiped out in just one morning?" Martin wondered aloud to himself. "It's not like he was even playing outside" Then at that, Martin suddenly realized that he hadn't heard anything from his brother in almost half an hour, and began to get worried. However, he was relieved to find that Bobby was just in their bedroom, sitting blank faced in front of the TV and watching Teletubbies. Martin was relieved that he didn't have to worry about that for a little while at least, and hurried to get as much done as he could while Bobby was still distracted. Just a little while later, Martin took a break from the housework and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. He immediately noticed that the cup was still sitting out, and after a quick glance towards Bobby, he very carefully put it away. He didn't want any accidents to happen. Once he was done with that, Martin returned to fixing lunch for Bobby and himself. He couldn't get over how strange it was to do so. How easy it was for him to reach the shelves that were normally out of reach, and how odd to actually make the sandwiches himself. However, as Martin was fixing his favorite, peanut butter and jelly, he realized that it just didn't look too appetizing. Instead, he felt like he wanted something else. After giving the peanut butter and jelly to Bobby, he fixed himself a tunafish sandwich, which seemed more acceptable somehow. "Quit blowing bubbles in your milk" Martin told Bobby, sitting down at the table himself so that he could begin to eat. "I was just playing...." Bobby protested. Martin shook his head. "I know, and you're not supposed to play with your food" Bobby just stuck his lower lip out in a firm pout, then went to work on his sandwich. Once lunch was complete, Bobby disappeared into their bedroom while Martin wiped down the table then went to clean the bathroom. "I'm almost done" Martin told himself as he began scrubbing at the toilet. Somehow, he knew that normally his Mom usually did the bathroom only once or twice a week, and strongly suspected that she'd held off a couple days just for him. Just like the laundry, it wouldn't normally be this bad. Martin just shrugged and knew that there wasn't much he could do about it except clean up the mess, or let it sit. And leaving it to get worse wasn't really an option, especially since he'd still have to do it later anyway. Rachael giggled as she neatly dodged the boy trying to tag her. "Missed me, missed me....." she called out behind her. Rachael was enjoying the simple game of tag with the other students during recess. It was certainly different from her usual day, and more carefree. Suddenly several of the boys that Rachael was playing with stopped, and she wondered what for. Then she noticed a couple girls walking up. One of them, a cute blonde, asked "Can we play?" "NO way" one of the boys Rachael was with exclaimed. The boy, named Tommy, added "You're just a bunch of girls" Another of the boys added "We don't want cooties. Yuck" and started laughing at the look on the girls faces. Without realizing it, Rachael found herself laughing along with the boys, thinking "Girls are so gross" Then she froze, realizing just what she'd been thinking and wondering where that had come from. "Uh oh" she muttered, nervously glancing towards the girls and realizing that she was feeling rather strange towards them. After reminding herself that she was just experiencing some of the effects of the trade, Rachael went back to playing with the other boys, putting the incident out of her mind. It wasn't long after lunch that Martin finally got to sit down and relax. Annie was fast asleep in her play pen (which he knew wouldn't last too long) while Bobby was taking a nap in their bedroom. For the first time since he'd traded, Martin was able to sit and take in what had happened to him. "This is so unbelievable" he said aloud, then stopped and glanced nervously in the direction of the play pen. It had taken him long enough to get Annie to go back to sleep that he had no intention of waking her back up again. Martin took care to be quiet while he watched some TV, though nothing was on but talk shows and soap opera's. Normally he would have immediately changed channels, but this time they actually seemed a little more interesting, so Martin just left the channel where it was. He did feel a little guilty though, thinking that he should probably do more cleaning, but knowing that he'd already gotten most of it that morning and there wasn't much more to do. At least not for the day. Trying to make himself more comfortable, Martin shifted positions and crossed his arms on his chest, or at least tried to. He was slightly startled by the way his breasts got in the way, and more startled to realize that he'd barely noticed them since he'd gotten them. They felt almost....normal. The more Martin thought about it, the more he realized just how easily he'd accepted his new body. Of course he'd been too busy all morning to examine himself, or even take time to notice the differences. But there were some differences. In fact, there were a lot of them. He'd noticed a real big one when he'd went to the bathroom earlier. However, he'd been too busy to even take much time out for a bathroom break, so couldn't really look at it. He was beginning to get curious about his new body. On the one hand, he felt perfectly normal, as if he'd always been that way. But on the other hand......well, he knew that it was very different from what he was used to. Martin gently touched the breasts that were pushing out from his chest, smiling at the memory of how Annie had been sucking from them. He'd already gotten a good look at them while feeding her, but he wanted to examine the rest of his body as well. Especially the strangeness between his legs. Getting up, Martin started towards his parents bedroom, stepping off his shirt as he did so. Once he got there, he continued to undress until he was naked. As Martin looked over his body, he thought that he should feel some sort of thrill for doing something he shouldn't, but he didn't. Instead, he felt.....just normal. He couldn't even help but thinking that his thighs were too big, which confused him slightly since he'd never cared about anything like that before. Martin looked into the mirror and saw his Mom looking back, thinking that she really didn't look that old. Not like he'd always thought anyway. His reflection, or more precisely his Mom's looked back at him with a smile. She had reddish brown hair, a cute and attractive face, and somewhat medium sized breasts. He looked back and forth between his body, and the reflection of it in the mirror, carefully looking over every part of himself. After a thorough examination of his new body, especially between his legs, Martin was disappointed. It just wasn't all that exciting. Not like he would have thought. It was different, but it didn't really feel so. Shrugging, Martin got dressed again and returned to the living room to watch some more TV. Martin frowned as he looked through the cupboards in the kitchen. It had dawned on him that he was the one that would have to make dinner as well, and when he'd looked in the kitchen he'd found the groceries were rather low. "I guess I have to go shopping" he said to himself grinning. For once, he'd be able to get what he wanted to eat. "No nasty veggies for me" he practically sang. After gathering up a hyperactive Bobby (whom he just knew he was going to have trouble with) and a somewhat cranky Annie, Martin took them out to the mini van in the driveway. He paused and stared at it in wonder, not quite sure if he could drive it. Though he knew that so far he'd seemed to know whatever he needed to know to be his mother, he wasn't confident yet that it extended to driving as well. Martin carefully put Annie into her car seat, smiling at her and relieved that she seemed to be calming down some. "I don't wanna go" Bobby whined, while Martin just shook his head and strapped him into the back seat next to Annie. Then it was his turn. Feeling somewhat nervous, Martin climbed into the drivers seat and looked at the dash. Then he laughed, knowing that he wouldn't have any trouble driving at all. Everything seemed so simple, as if he'd done it for years. Still chuckling, Martin started up the van and backed out of the driveway, on his way to the grocery store. Almost as soon as they'd gone by a McDonalds, Bobby suddenly tried jumping out of his seat, begging "Mommy....can we go to McDonalds? I wanna go to McDonalds" "But we just had lunch" Martin told him in annoyance. However, that didn't seem to bother Bobby, who continued to go on about the restaurant for several more minutes. Then almost as soon as he'd stopped that, he piped up "I've got to go potty" Martin just groaned and shook his head. Once they finally arrived at the grocery store, Martin found that things hadn't improved any. Bobby kept trying to run off, making Martin chase after him several times and threaten to tie him to the cart. And almost as annoying was the fact that every time Martin looked the other way, Bobby somehow managed to grab something off the shelf, leaving Martin to put it back. And if Bobby wasn't enough, in the middle of the store, Annie suddenly started crying. Martin winced at the loud scream, and felt humiliated at the way everyone was giving him dirty looks. "It'll be all right" he tried calming Annie, though it didn't seem to help. Finally, Martin had to take her outside the store until she calmed down again. Eventually Martin had finished getting what he needed and went through the checkout line. Without thinking about it, he'd pulled the checkbook out of his Mom's purse, and opened it. Then he paused, staring at the blank check and wondering how he was going to fake his Mom's signature. After a second however, he decided that the trade had taken care of everything else so it had probably taken care of that as well. At least he hoped that it had. "Here goes nothing" he muttered under his breath, signing the check. Martin was immediately relieved to see that it flowed out naturally in his Mom's handwriting, even feeling perfectly normal to use her name. Martin was amused that some teenager who was older than he normally was but somehow looking young and immature to him now, was carrying his groceries and loading them into the van for him. After thanking the boy, Martin sighed in relief, eager to return home and start getting dinner ready. Rachael giggled as the boy next to started carefully using an ink pen to color in the pig tails of the blonde girl sitting in front of him. It reminded her of how she'd been teased back when she was a little girl, but this time it seemed so much funnier. Then as the girl realized what was happening, and screamed, Rachael burst out laughing even harder. Almost immediately the teacher, Mrs. Burnhart came over, scowling and demanding to know what was going on. Rachael stopped laughing, and tried unsuccessfully to keep the smile off her face. Fortunately the other students, especially the still screaming girl and the guilty boy were distracting Mrs.. Burnhart enough that she didn't notice Rachael. With as much fun as she'd been having, Rachel was almost disappointed when class ended half an hour later. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to face Martin, or (gulp) Scott. It was only now that she realized that she'd have to call him Dad, and pretend that he really was. That was just one of the downsides of the trade, she realized. Rachael put these thoughts out of her head and rushed to the school buses along with all the other students. A short while later, Rachael had returned home and ran to the front door, barely pausing long enough to throw the door open before she ran inside. Almost immediately a delicious smell tickled her nose, and she saw Martin, in her body stepping out of the kitchen. The door that she'd thrown open quickly slammed shut behind her with a loud bang, and Martin gave her an evil glare, then whispered "Shhhhh" and gestured towards the playpen where Annie was sleeping. "Sorry" Rachael whispered, feeling embarrassed. Though she hadn't meant for the door to make any noise, she hadn't thought to stop it either. And she better than anyone should know to keep it quiet while Annie was asleep. Rachael quietly walked over to the playpen, glancing inside at Annie who looked to be sleeping soundly. She smiled, then looked over at Martin, who surprised her a little in her body. Especially at how natural and womanlike he was moving, though she had expected that. But still, to actually see it was somewhat different. He, or actually she, seemed rather tall to Rachael, and looked somewhat old. That last observation made her frown, wondering if she really was that old. She'd always thought that she looked rather young for her age, but now.......now her body just looked so.....old, so mature, so authoritative and.....motherly. Rachael wasn't sure exactly how that made her feel. Martin glanced over at his Mom again, thinking how strange it was to think that it was his Mom in the body of that little boy. He shook his head, surprised at just how young that boy looked as well, especially since he'd never thought of himself as that young. Shaking his head, Martin turned away from his Mom and returned to the kitchen to finish dinner. A short while later, Martin's Dad returned home from work, looking slightly tired. "Are you all right?" Martin asked him. His Dad gave him a smile, and said "Better now that I see your pretty face" Then before Martin realized what was happening, his Dad had wrapped his arms around him and pulled Martin in close for a kiss. Martin could feel a tongue sliding past his lips and moving around his own mouth, surprising him enough that he didn't resist. In fact, he instinctively started kissing back, surprising himself with that reaction. When they pulled apart a minute later, Martin gasped for breath and muttered "Wow!" looking at his Dad in an entirely different light. He couldn't believe what he'd just done, but it had seemed so....right, somehow. Martin smiled at his Dad, who was smiling back, realizing that he didn't feel the same about his Dad. He still cared for him, but it was different somehow. For one thing, he didn't seem to radiate the same sense of protectiveness and intimidation. Some protectiveness yes, but something else as well. Martin decided not to worry about it and whispered "Dinner's ready" Then while his Dad went to the table, he went into the living room and saw Bobby on the floor coloring, and his Mom on the couch, playing with his Gameboy. "Dinners ready, Honey" Martin told her, not noticing the instinctive use of the nickname. Throughout dinner, Martin kept glancing over at the boy sitting across from him, amused at the idea that it was his body, and his Mom's mind. And at the same time, he also kept glancing over at his Dad, and slowly came to the realization that he wasn't thinking of him as Dad anymore. Instead, he had somehow started to think of him as Scott. Several times, Martin had to tell Bobby "Stop playing with your food" earning him several amused looks from his Mom. When dinner was almost over, Martin noticed that the peas on his Mom's plate had barely been touched, and she was swirling her fork around in them, and looking unhappy. It took Martin a moment to realize just why. He hated those vegetables. He didn't even really know why he'd cooked them, except that he thought that they'd go good with the rest of the meal and would be healthy. He hadn't even been bothered at all when he ate them like he normally was, but she obviously was. Seeing that she was about to get up from the table, Martin firmly told her "No leaving the dinner table until you've cleaned your plate. You know the rules." That earned him a glare from her, though she almost immediately stuffed a fork full of peas into her mouth, looking like she was going to gag. Scott just smiled and said "Great dinner Rachael", then leaned over and gave Martin a quick kiss on the cheek before he got up, leaving his empty plate on the table. Martin blushed, feeling rather warm from it, and happy. Then he got up himself and started to clean off the table, hoping that his Mom hadn't noticed. Though there was also a tiny part of him that actually hoped that she had. By the time Martin had finished cleaning off the rest of the table, his Mom was finally finishing up her peas. The very sight of her trying to choke them down made him smile to himself, though he took care that she didn't notice. Even Bobby had finished his food before she had. It seemed perfect justice for all the nights that he'd been forced to sit at the table and finish off some vegetable or other. Martin put the dishes into the dishwasher and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, feeling rather tired and looking forward being able to sit down and rest. He'd been going nearly non stop all day. However, Martin still wasn't able to rest just yet. His breasts were beginning to feel rather swollen, and he knew that this was because they were too full of milk. "I hope Annie's hungry" he muttered, knowing that he had the breast pump in the closet in case she wasn't. Rachael yawned loudly, trying to stay awake through the rest of the movie. She didn't know why she was so tired that early, but she was. She didn't notice the look that Scott and Martin gave each other, though a moment later she did hear Scott say "Bedtime kids" Rachael turned and looked at him, groaning as she saw the look on Martin's, (or more precisely, her) face. "Hurry up dear" Martin said with a smile, "You've got to get up early for school" "All right.....Mom" she replied, reluctantly getting up and heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she did so, she thought about the day's events, amazed at what had happened, even though she was the one who had planned it. Once Rachael had finished cleaning up, and changing into the Batman pajamas that were Martin's favorite, she returned to the living room. Scott grinned at her, then playfully tussled her hair, saying "Night Marty" "Night Dad" she said, surprised at just how easy it was to call him that, and how right it felt. He certainly felt a lot more like a Dad than he did anything else. At least now he did. Rachael tried to hold back a yawn, without much success, while her new Dad just grinned. Reluctantly, Rachael started to walk towards Martin's bedroom while he followed behind her. She was somewhat startled when Martin playfully slapped her on the rear and said "Hurry up honey." Rachael smiled faintly, and continued stumbling towards the bed, though at a slightly quicker pace. After Rachael had climbed in and gotten comfortable, already feeling sleepy, Martin tucked her in, much like she did to him every night. "Night honey" Martin whispered, then bent over and gave he a kiss on the forehead. Rachael smiled dreamily and tiredly mumbled back "G'night Mommy" before closing her eyes and being overcome by sleep. Martin returned to the living room and sat down next to Scott on the couch. "So we're finally alone" he whispered, giving Martin a playful kiss on his cheek. Martin smiled from the attention, and the warm dampness that was beginning to develop in his crotch. Though he'd never felt anything like it before, Martin instinctively knew what it was. Smiling faintly, he just scooted closer to Scott and leaned up against him. For the next hour, Martin cuddled close to Scott, feeling happy and secure next to him. Though he suspected that Scott wanted something more, Martin felt perfectly satisfied just as he was. Scott occasionally nibbled on Martin's ears, making him giggle slightly, though otherwise Scott just held Martin close. Though Martin had already been tired, having eagerly looked forward to his chance to rest, he still wasn't going to go to bed. He loved his new freedom to stay up as late as he wanted, relaxing from the days stress and feeling so very comfortable. After awhile, Scott excused himself and got up, saying that he still had to go to work in the morning. Martin sighed, and started towards the bedroom himself, knowing that he would have to get up early as well. After Martin had cleaned the makeup off of his face, he undressed and slipped into a thin nightgown of his Mom's. "Good night honey" Martin said seductively, giving Scott a kiss before climbing into bed. Once the lights were off, he could feel Scott's presence in the bed next to him, finding it oddly comforting. And though he felt that Scott still wanted something else, they were both too tired and quickly fell asleep. That night, Martin dreamt strange dreams, which he was unable to remember upon waking. It was the shrill sound of someone screaming which woke him up. At first Martin groggily looked around, then realizing that it was Annie, he quickly hurried to her bedroom, right next to theirs and picked her up. "It's all right" he whispered to her, carefully trying to calm her down so as not to disturb Scott any more. Fortunately he seemed to have developed an immunity to her crying since he was still asleep. Once Martin had fed Annie and changed her diaper, she was in a much better mood, and quickly went back to sleep. He eagerly followed her example and crawled back into bed again himself. However, Martin was woken up again twice more during the night by Annie, each time having to quickly change her diaper and put her back to bed. When morning finally came, it was the sound of an alarm clock that woke Martin up, instead of being shaken awake like he normally was, or the crying from the night before. Martin groaned, forcing his eyes open and seeing Scott climbing out of bed. Then he closed his eyes again and let himself start drifting back to sleep. A short while later, Martin found himself being gently shaken, which was closer to what he was used to. Groaning, he opened his eyes again, only in time to see Scott's mouth descend on his own with a kiss. "Morning honey" Scott said with forced cheerfulness a moment later. Martin smiled back groggily, then climbed out of bed himself. He'd noticed that Scott was already dressed, and somehow knew that would have already showered as well. While Scott left the bedroom, Martin removed his nightgown and slipped on the soft fuzzy robe that was draped over a chair near the bed. He'd seen his Mom wear it plenty of times, but mostly he put it on because it looked so comfortable to wear That and the soft slippers he slipped on afterwards, before going to the bathroom to relieve himself. After that was done, Martin went into the kitchen, where Scott silently handed him a cup of coffee. Martin sniffed the dark brown liquid, then took a cautious sip. It was hot, but tasted good. He'd never had coffee before, and decided that he liked it. Especially the way it helped him wake up a lot quicker. For a short while, Martin sat at the table with Scott, each sipping their coffee and neither saying a word. Then Scott glanced at his watch and said "I'd better be going Rachael" He gave Martin a quick kiss on the cheek and said "I'll see you after work" Then with that, he hurried out the door. Martin watched him back out of the driveway in car, then take off down the road. Once Martin had finished his cup of coffee, he headed to the bathroom and took a shower, finding it surprising just how much shampoo he had to use in his new hair. That and the conditioner which he knew he had to use as well. He even found himself shaving his legs and under his arms, which seemed at the same time odd yet natural. Afterwards, he dried his hair and got dressed, then started to apply makeup. The makeup went on with great ease, with Martin applying it with a steady hand and the skill that comes from years of practice, even though it was his first time. Pausing in front of the mirror to inspect himself, Martin smiled, knowing that he was ready for the day. Somehow, he suspected that it was going to be a long one. Stifling a yawn, Martin left the mirror and went to wake up Annie. Once she'd been taken care of and put in the living room play pen, he started towards the other bedroom mumbling "Time to wake the boys" or at least his eldest. His Mom, he corrected himself absently, though without much force. Rachael woke up, feeling herself being shaken. "Huhh" she mumbled groggily, forcing her eyes open. What met her eyes was the sight of her own face looking back at her, with a smile on it's lips. Martin, she remembered clearly. "Time to get up sleepyhead" Martin whispered in her voice, being careful not to wake Bobby who was still quietly asleep. "All right" Rachael mumbled, instinctively following the directions of that voice. Her body strolled out of the room, while she began getting dressed. She looked over at Bobby, tempted for a moment to wake him up, just so that Martin could get the full effect of being a mother. Besides, she smiled mischieviously to herself, it might be funny to watch. However, before Rachael could succumb to her temptation, Martin stuck his head back in and urged her to hurry up. Rachael stumbled to the kitchen, poured herself a bowl of cereal and began eating. It tasted so sweet, but very good. She wasn't used to eating breakfast, or at l east not much. But now she guessed she was a growing boy and would need it. Besides, she was hungry. While she was eating, Rachael watched Martin, sitting back and sipping at a cup of coffee, seeming like a perfectly normal woman. She couldn't help thinking that her Mom looked tired. Rachael gulped, startled by the thought. She reminded herself that it was only her son, but she couldn't help but feeling that he was the Mom and she the little boy. That was part of the trade, but it still startled her. She frowned thoughtfully as she realized that they'd already spent 24 hours as each other. That was longer than she'd spent traded with her own mother when she was a kid. The first time anyway. Rachael didn't remember it being so strong the last time either, but whether that was because they'd traded for a lot less time, or because they were both girls, she didn't know. And the last time, they'd traded back before the end of the first day, and Rachael frowned, reminding herself that they still had a week to go. After she'd finished her breakfast, Rachael got up and started towards the living room, only to be intercepted by Martin, who had his arms crossed and was scowling at her. "Don't the dishes belong in the sink?" he asked her. Rachael glanced back, realizing that she had left the bowl on the table. That was one of Martin's habits, not hers. At least not until now. Feeling rather embarrassed for the reminder, Rachel silently put the bowl where it belonged, then once again started towards the living room. Several minutes later, Martin came into the living room, then let out an audible sigh. "Come on" he sighed again, pulling a slightly confused Rachael with him to the bathroom. As Martin picked up a brush, Rachael protested "But....." "No buts" Martin playfully responded, using one of her own favorite phrases, "No way are you going to school with your hair like that" Rachael just groaned, but offered no resistance as Martin started brushing her hair. Rachael winced several times as the brush pulled through snags, trying to ignore the small pain. Finally Martin stopped and said "That should do it" "About time" Rachael mumbled under her breath, quickly getting out of arms reach of Martin and going back to the living room to get her stuff for school. Once Rachael had Martin's backpack slung over her shoulder, she started towards the front door, only to an "Ahem" from Martin. She turned and looked at him, seeing his standing there with his hands at his hips and a slight scowl on his face. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked in a slightly playful tone. Rachael didn't think so, until she recognized the way he was cocking his cheek to her. Rolling her eyes, Rachael thought that Martin was definitely playing this for all it was worth, then she walked over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. Just as she was going through the door, she heard Martin say "Have a nice day in school, dear." Martin chucked to himself once his Mom was gone, relishing the turnabout. He hadn't even been thinking of that at first, just that she was old enough to clean up after herself or comb her own hair. Then, after he'd already corrected her on both accounts, he realized that very much the same thing had happened numerous times before, but from the other side. Letting his amusement fade, Martin started towards the living room, knowing that Annie should be getting hungry. The rest of the morning went much like the morning before. However, since Martin had done so much the day before, he didn't have quite as much to do this time, though he certainly wasn't going to be left empty handed. Not with 3 kids in the house, constantly making a mess for him to clean up. Not that Martin minded the work too much. Strangely enough, doing so much work around the house made him feel needed, filling him with a sense of accomplishment. Rachael glared evilly at the girl sitting in front of her, hating her with a passion. The teacher had just asked a question, and Rachael, feeling rather smug since she had the mind and education of an adult, answered it. Unfortunately, much to her embarrassment, it wasn't the right answer. The laughter of all the students had filled her with shame, making her want to shrink down and disappear. But then the girl with the pony tail, sitting in front of her, had stood up, smirked at her, and then given the right answer to the teacher. God, Rachael hated that girl. Still feeling the eyes of the other students on her, even though it was mostly her own imagination, Rachael scrunched down in her chair, trying to avoid notice. How could she have given the wrong answer, she wondered. She was smarter than all these kids around her, wasn't she? Rachael just bit her lip and looked forward, pretending to pay attention to the Mrs. Burnhart, while thinking about how she couldn't wait for recess. When recess finally came, Rachael went outside to the playground, glad to get away from that class for awhile. While she was sitting on the swing, gently rocking back and forth, she noticed several other boys from her class walking towards her. "What's up?" she asked them half heartedly. "Not much" the one named Sean replied. The other one, a shorter and fatter kid named Tony smirked and said "Man Cindy made you look stupid" Rachael protested, getting annoyed. The last thing she wanted at the moment was to be reminded of what had happened. Unfortunately, Tony didn't take the hint and continued to talk about it, slowly changing his direction until he was taunting Rachael. "I can't believe you got outdone by a GIRL" the last being said with disgust. "Shut up!" Rachael snarled. "Make me" Tony dared. Rachael glared at him angrily, knowing that if she backed down now, everyone would think she was a chicken. Especially with Sean right there, helping Tony egg her on. Then without thinking, Rachael pushed Tony, who immediately came at her with a punch. Seconds later, both were on the ground struggling to punch the other. Surprisingly, it was Sean who pulled them apart, warning them that the teachers would see them. Since neither of them wanted to get in trouble, they glared at each other, then turned and went their own ways. For the rest of the day, Rachael started to notice that Cindy, the pony tailed girl in front of her, was brown nosing. She was kissing up to Mrs. Burnhart, and being a teachers pet. It annoyed Rachael even more when she noticed that Mrs. Burnhart seemed nicer to Cindy, and to several other girls in the class than she was with the boys. Slowly, Rachael began to fill with resentment that the teacher was playing favorites. She obviously was nicer to them because they were girls. That thought filled Rachael with disgust, thinking how unfair that was. It was made even worse when Mrs. Burnhart corrected Rachael in front of everyone, for not paying attention in class. Finally, while they were all working on art projects, something inside Rachael snapped. She looked at the back of Cindy's head, glaring with hate and frustration. Her hand, with the scissors in it, moved almost of its own violation, and snipped the pony tail from the back of Cindy's head. Suddenly the room was filled with an ear piercing scream, and Cindy stood up, flailing her arms wildly and crying. Mrs. Burnhart hurried over to see what was the matter, and almost immediately saw what that was. The strands of hair behind Cindy's chair, and the scissors in Rachael's hand obviously spoke clearly. Mrs. Burnhart's words, "You are in big trouble now mister" filled Rachael's ears, and she couldn't help but gulping at the look on her teacher's face. Martin scowled down at Rachael, furious at her. He'd had to go pick her up from school, less than an hour before she would have gotten out anyway, and that meant finding someone to watch Annie and Bobby, or taking them along. Still glaring at his son/mother, Martin saw that she did look ashamed, and very afraid. Her eyes even looked red as if she'd been crying, though Martin had yet to spank her, as much as he desired to. Ignoring Rachael's discomfort, Martin said "Go to your room...right....this...instant" Almost immedietly, she started walking there, but Martin snapped "Faster" anyway. Under his breath he muttered, "Just wait till your father gets home." It had been bad enough that Rachael not only had to go to the principals office, but had Martin called as well. Facing him was humiliating, and she couldn't even make herself look him in the eyes. When he'd yelled at her, and sent her to her/his room, she'd felt like she was going to die. She'd half been afraid that he was going to spank her, but later wished that he had. When her Dad......Scott, had gotten home, he immediately stormed into the bedroom, a pissed off look on his face. "I can't believe what you did to that poor girl" he said, sounding more disappointed than angry at that moment. "How would you like it if someone did that to you?" Rachael tried to tell him not much, but she couldn't bring her mouth to actually work. Instead, she gasped for air like a fish out of water. Then her eyes widened in horror as she saw him begin to undo his belt. A motion that she'd seen numerous times before, though only in preparation for punishing Martin or Bobby. "No" she gasped out. "Please...." she begged, to no effect. Scott....no, her Dad at the moment, grabbed her firmly, though she tried unsuccessfully to escape. The first strike from the belt stung, but the humiliation and shame were even worse. However, as the second and third strike hit her, the pain began to grow. Her whole rear end felt like it was on fire, making her scream out and beg for mercy. None came. Finally it stopped, after what seemed like a hundred smacks, though she knew that it was closer to ten at most. "I'm disappointed" Dad said quietly before turning and leaving the room. Rachael just threw herself face first onto her bed, and cried into her pillow, overwhelmed with shame and helplessness. "But Mommy...." Bobby whined, "I don't wanna go to bed yet" Martin sighed, reaching for the 5 year old tiredly. "No buts" he told Bobby, "It's your bedtime, and I'm not in the mood for any arguments." Bobby took a look at Martin and seemed to decide that it wasn't a good time to push it any further. Once Martin had gotten Bobby to bed, and Rachael (who'd been sent to bed early as punishment), he returned to the living room, muttering "What a day" It had been fine at first, at least until he'd received that call from school. Then he'd had to call several neighbors, looking for someone to watch Annie and Bobby. He didn't want to have to wake her up from her nap just to drag her to school. After that, Bobby had started acting up as well, almost as if whatever had gotten into Rachael had been contagious. He didn't remember ever having done anything like what she'd done earlier, and couldn't understand where she gotten it from. After awhile, felt some hands on his shoulders, which when he looked up, he saw were attached to Scott. "Mmmm" Martin sighed, "That feels good" Scott just smiled and continued massaging Martin's shoulders, letting the tension start to ease out, and then he climbed onto the couch next to Martin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Sighing contentedly, Martin leaned up against Scott and faced the TV. For almost half an hour, Martin was leaned up against Scott, feeling rather comfortable. However, Annie's crying for a diaper change told him that there time was over. "Don't worry" Scott told her, easing his way off the couch, "I'll get it" Martin thanked him, glad for the chance to take a break from the dirty diapers. But as they say, it was a dirty job but somebody has to do it. Several minutes later, Scott had finished taking care of the diaper And returned to the couch, Annie in hand. "Can you say Daddy?" he asked her, gently rocking her back and forth in his arms, much to her obvious amusement. The baby giggled while Scott played with her, making Martin smile at how cute they looked together. Eventually though, Annie began to yawn and look sleepy. "Let's go to beddy bye" Scott gently told her, getting ready to take her to her crib. Martin watched Scott depart with Annie, then shifted position on the couch until he was comfortable again. Shortly, Scott was back next to him, and they comfortably leaned against each other. After awhile, Martin became aware that Scott's hand was resting on his leg, slowly inching up his thigh. Pretending to ignore the hand, Martin bent over and gave Scott a kiss, meant to be a peck, but ending up much more passionate. "Wow" Martin gasped as the pulled apart, a grin on his lips. He couldn't believe how exciting something like a kiss could be. "That was horrible" Scott said in mock disgust. When Martin looked at him in confusion, Scott grinned and said "I guess we'll just have to practice some more." Then with that, he embraced Martin tightly, kissing him passionately at the same time. for the next several minutes, Martin grew more and more amazed at just how good his new body could feel. His crotch was getting very wet, and his nipples felt almost like they were going to poke straight through his bra. Finally, Scott suggested that they move to the bedroom. Martin looked at him for a moment, feeling slightly hesitant. Somehow, he knew what was going to come, but wasn't sure that he should. Then Martin thought, what was wrong with it? Scott was his husband after all, wasn't he? Then without consciously planning it, Martin whispered, "Come on big boy, let's see what you've got." When Martin finally went to sleep later on, it was with great tiredness, yet greater satisfaction. The next morning, Martin managed to get Rachael off to school in time, though she was still sulking and taking her time. He was sure that if she'd taken any longer, she would have missed the bus and he would have had to drive her. But fortunately, she seemed to realize this as well, and decided that the embarrassment of that happening wasn't worth it so hurried to catch the bus. For the rest of the morning, Martin practically hummed to himself as he went about his chores. He felt so good and light on his feet, that he couldn't help but be in a great mood. His mood even seemed to rub off on Bobby and Annie, both of whom were perfectly behaved and no trouble at all. Several times, Martin passed by a mirror and stopped to admire himself, fondly remembering the night before and wondering if there might be a repeat that night. Rachael hadn't been happy to leave the house that morning. Something was wrong. Martin was too damn cheerful and awake for first thing in the morning, and she knew that the only time she was usually that cheerful was after having sex. Rachael was startled to realize that Martin probably had, not having thought about him taking over that aspect of her life when they'd traded. But somehow, that didn't bother her as much as she would have thought, seeming more distant from her. In fact, she realized that the very concept of sex seemed rather vague and uninteresting. At school, Rachael was able to try forgetting about Martin and what was going on at home. She almost felt like she belonged at school, like she really was the boy she seemed to be. Being there gave her a chance to be free from responsibility, to play or just sit back and do nothing but watch someone else do the work. All she had to do was pay attention, and occasionally write on some paper. Not a bad life at all, she decided. When Rachael had first walked into class, the scowl that Mrs. Burnhart directed at her reminded her that the day before hadn't been forgotten. Several of the boys gave her surreptitious thumbs ups, or faint smiles of approval, while most of the girls gave her dirty looks. Not that Rachael really mind