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Shock to the System by B C D Tom Wilkins awoke with a start as the sunlight peaked through the trees and directly into eyes. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 6:45 AM, but figured he could use the extra time. After all, it was only the most important meeting of his career. After breakfast he would call Smitty and go over their strategy one more time before they met with the investors. They had a perfect partnership ? Smitty had great business acumen, while Tom was the "idea" man with the technical background they needed. It didn't hurt for the investors to know that he had a P.H.D. in Computer Engineering. He could hardly wait - six years of work finally coming to fruition. Their consultant, George Simons, had assured them that the investors were all set to give them the go-ahead for their software company, Direct Net Solutions, Inc., to go public. As soon as they went public, Tom and Smitty, or Samuel Smith as he was known professionally, would be millionaires. He had it all, he thought - beautiful wife, great kids, and soon he would be rich. Sam turned over to look at his beautiful wife, Theresa. They had been childhood sweethearts, and had gotten married their freshman year of college. They'd gone through some pretty lean times together, but it was all worth it. As he looked at Theresa, he saw that her long red hair that he loved so much was clipped short. As he reached to clear his eyes, thinking that he must be imagining it, hair fell across his eyes. He reached to brush it away, and realized it was his own blonde hair. "What the hell", he mumbled, as Theresa said, "Well, good morning, beautiful". He looked at his wife in shock as she got out of bed and faced him. She had short cropped red hair parted to the right, and was wearing only a pair of men's boxer shorts, her breasts barely noticeable compared to her muscular chest sticking out (they looked smaller than usual). He began to get himself out of bed, but everything felt funny. His center of gravity seemed totally off. Tom felt his chest and was astonished to find two very large but firm breasts. Tom looked down and saw that he was wearing a pink nightgown with silk panties. Almost shaking with fear, he felt between his legs, and said a little prayer of thankfulness when he realized that he still had something down there. He quickly got out of bed, and almost toppled over, discovering that his large breasts made walking a definite challenge. "All right, Theresa", he said, "I give - this is your best practical joke yet. But your timing stinks - you know the presentation is today." "What are you talking about, Tommie. You know the presentation was last week. Smitty and I gave it on Friday and it went great." "Smitty? Since when do call Sam Smitty. And what are you talking about - you and Smitty giving the presentation? What do you know about data links?" "Tommie, have you lost your mind? Smitty - Janet Smith and I gave the presentation on Friday and it was smooth sailing. And her husband is your best friend Sammie - what kind of nickname would Smitty be for a boy? Aren't you and he meeting for lunch on Wednesday and then the beauty parlor - or is it the other way around. Not that you need to go to any beauty parlor for me to get turned on by you." Tom looked closely at his wife of 17 years. He had always loved her lean, athletic body. It looked completely different - thicker and much more muscular. Her biceps were at least as large as his ? had been, as he looked at his almost girlish arms. No hint of a bicep there. What the hell had happened, he thought. He looked at her chest and could see that the tiny breasts were dwarfed by the huge pectoral muscles - she was definitely more muscular than Tom had ever been. Theresa's face was different too. Not just the short hair, she was wearing no makeup, and her eyebrows were almost bushy. "Theresa, I'll be in the bathroom. I have to shower and get ready for work." Theresa eyed him carefully and then said, "Tommie Humphreys, either you are pulling a joke on me or you really have lost your mind. You know you quit your job when we brought the baby home. And what's with this Theresa stuff - you've always called me Ter? Now, you know that Smitty and I decided to celebrate by taking today off and going to the beach with our families. But we don't have to be out of the house until 10, so let's get back into bed, and if you'll pardon my French, screw each other's brains out." With that she bent over, grabbed him around the waist, tossed him playfully over her shoulder and carried him back to bed. Tom looked at her in astonishment. She had tossed him over her shoulder like he was a pile of feathers. She couldn't possibly be that strong. He realized he had to stay composed, and calmly told Theresa that he had to use the bathroom. He was almost afraid to look but he took off the nightgown and carefully studied his body in front of the mirror. His eyebrows were arched and he had long straight blonde hair, reaching to the middle of his back. His eyes continued down his body, and focused on his awesome breasts. They were perfectly formed and incredibly firm, with enormous nipples. Must be at least a DD, he glumly thought to himself. Tom touched one and, surprisingly, it felt real. He had been sure that they had to be those silicone breast forms that women used when they had a mastectomy, but he was pretty sure these weren't even implants. He looked at his penis, and noticed that, if anything, it was larger than before. His legs and waist were definitely much thinner, while his butt seemed more full and rounded, and his hips flared out just like a woman's Other than his long blonde tresses and some light pubic hair, his body was hairless. "This can't be happening", Tom thought to himself. His fingers went to his mouth, part of a childhood habit of biting his fingernails that he never could conquer, and he saw that they were trimmed to a long, pointed arch and painted red. He went to the corner and got on the scale. It read 170 pounds. Even considering the addition of a pair of massive breasts, he had lost 50 pounds overnight. Tom had always prided himself on the fact that he carried the same 220 pounds on his 6'3" frame that he had in college, when he was an all-conference running back. Tom saw the pair of teri cloth bathrobes hanging from the door and picked up the larger of the two. It looked identical to his old bathrobe, but the monogram read TWH instead of TJW. He realized it stood for Thomas Wilkins Humphreys - in this reality, or whatever it was, he had taken Theresa's surname instead of her taking his. He put the bathrobe on, expecting it to be tight on top and in the butt, and too loose everywhere else, but it fit perfectly. Tom knew he needed a plan of action - he had to figure out what had happened and how to get things back to normal. Just then he heard a baby's cries and realized that James must be hungry. He looked around for his slippers but all he saw were a pair of large fuzzy pink bunny slippers that looked big enough for his size 12 feet. No way, Tom thought, he would rather go out in his bare feet. He went back in the bedroom and saw that Theresa had put on a Miami Dolphins T-shirt. "Honey, little Jimmie's hungry. I think it's about time for his morning feeding.", Theresa told him. Tom stood there confused. Theresa had breastfed all of their kids, but it was obvious when he had looked at her breasts earlier that she was not producing milk. Well, there must be some formula somewhere in the kitchen. When Theresa told Tom that she was pregnant, they had discussed abortion. It was not a planned pregnancy - Theresa could not take the pill and their contraception had failed. They decided to keep the baby even though their other children, Chuck and Lisa, were 16 and 14 years old. Theresa obviously expected him to feed the baby, so he went into the kitchen and started to look in the cabinets. Theresa followed him in. "What are you looking for, sweetie?", she said. "The formula and Jimmie's bottle. I'm so absentminded this morning I can't remember where I put it when I used it last." She stared at him and said in a concerned tone, "Formula? Tommie, what's the matter with you? The whole day you've been acting strange. First the thing about the presentation, and now this. You know we agreed that the best thing for Jimmie would be breast milk. We'll talk later but right now you really have to feed Jimmie." She took his arm in a firm yet gentle grip, and led him to the baby's room. The whole room had changed, with everything done up in pink instead of the previous blue. The wallpaper, which had featured baseball players, now showed ballet dancers in pink tutus. "Look", she said seating him a large rocking chair, "here's your feeding chair." She went to the crib, picked up the baby, and placed him across Tom's body. She opened the top of his robe, exposing his left breast and guided the baby's mouth to his nipple. All the while Tom watched in a sort of horrid fascination. He felt the baby begin to suck and knew that milk was coming out of his breast. As the baby happily sucked away, Tom began to get a strong feeling he had never had before. It was hard to describe - a combination of physical and emotional contentment he had never known. He closed his eyes and sighed - he could stay like this all day. Suddenly the baby stopped feeding and he felt Theresa's hands touching him lightly on his shoulders. "Wow", she said, "you had the most unbelievably serene look on your face." She bent over and kissed him sweetly on the cheek, then took the baby from his arms and placed him back in his crib. Turning back to Tom, she said, "Now, if we want to make the beach, we better shower and get dressed. I hear the kids moving around upstairs and we said we would be out of here by 10 AM. So you better begin to get that cute little ass of yours in gear." He felt her pinch his pantied bottom as she left the room, chuckling to herself. It seemed to Tom that his skin was incredibly sensitive, his rearend actually tingling from her light pinch. Just then a commotion could be heard upstairs. Tom knew it must be the kids. Theresa went upstairs and Tom trailed him. Before he reached the top, a male voice screeched, "Daddy, Lisa was in my room. She was trying to read my diary." Chuck's room looked just like a teenage girl's, with a dressertop full of cosmetic bottles, several teddy bears and posters of what looked like female "hunks" covering the walls. Chuck and Lisa were struggling with a book in the corner of the room. Chuck ripped the book out of his sister's hand, and Tom got a good look at his "son". He was wearing a white bikini which showed off his ample bosom, slim waist and rounded bottom, and had long red hair adorned with a butterfly beret. He was wearing mascara with blue eye shadow which was running a little from the tears he was crying. He ran to Tom and put his arms around him, and Tom responded with an awkward hug. "Is this true, young lady? Did you try to read your brother's diary?", Theresa sternly asked her daughter. Lisa was wearing cut-off jeans and a tank top showing off her well-muscled biceps. "Aw mom, he's just acting like a baby. I wouldn't have read it anyway. Probably just a lot of junk about his latest girlfriend." Theresa turned to Tommie and said, "Why don't you take Charlie downstairs while Lisa and I have a little talk about her behavior. I think we need some mother-daughter time together to discuss how a young woman should behave." Tom was about to protest when he suddenly had an idea. "No, we'll be in the bedroom, Ter. Just knock before you come in." he took the sniffling boy's hand and led him into the master bedroom. He turned to Charlie and said "You know Charlie, you're becoming a beautiful young man.". The boy blushed and smiled shyly. "I especially like the way you use your makeup and I was wondering if you could give me some pointers." The boy looked somewhat shocked but said in a cheerful tone, "Sure, daddy. That would be neat." For the next twenty minutes the boy stood over Tom and worked on his makeup. Tom watched carefully, knowing that he could not count on this ruse the next time he needed to make himself up, which would be tomorrow unless a miracle occurred. According to There - uh, Ter (he better get used to calling her by that) he was scheduled to work the following day. He didn't know where or what his job was, although Ter had made a reference to the "pool". Ohmigod, he thought, she must mean the secretarial pool. He was a secretary! "All finished, daddy. I think you look beautiful." Tom looked in the mirror and had to agree with the boy - although he felt his males features were a little too hard, he was sure that in this world he would be considered to be a pretty boy. He was wearing blue eye shadow, pink lipstick and had a touch of red in cheeks from the rouge the boy had used. Now, he had to figure out what to wear. He was sure the boy would know his tastes in swimsuits. "Charlie, while you're at it, why don't you pick out my outfit for the day. Something that might go well with my makeup." The boy went to a drawer and chose a light blue bikini and a pair of sandals. Tom looked at the size, 48 DD, got into it and saw that it was a good fit, although somewhat tight in the bosom. The only problem was that he had a large lump showing. Charlie giggled and said, "Daddy, you forgot to strap yourself in." Tom pulled down the bikini bottom and examined it, finding the strap on the right side. He placed his penis in the strap and saw that it forced his genitals between his legs. Surprisingly, it was not uncomfortable. He wondered about his breasts - he assumed that they were larger because he was nursing. He wondered what it would be like if he had to go through life with DD tits. Charlie came over to him, hugged him , and whispered, "Thank you daddy. I feel so much better know." There was a knock at the door and Tom said, "You can come in." Theresa entered and winking at Tom let out a wolf's whistle and exclaimed, "What did I ever do to deserve two such beautiful boys." Theresa kissed Charlie on the forehead, and said to the boy, "Now go on downstairs, kitten. I think your sister has something to say to you." The boy flounced out of the room, leaving a trail of lemony cologne behind. As he left the room, Tom thought from behind he looked just like any other pretty seventeen year old girl. Theresa closed the door and removed her clothes, changing into a Speedo bathing suit just like the type Tom used to wear, and put on a pair of sneakers. She wore a gray Champion T-shirt. As she changed, Tom looked around the bedroom for information - he had realized that he needed to know as much as possible about his "new" life. On the night table was their wedding picture. He was dressed in a long white gown and veil, while his wife was wearing a black tux. Another picture was taken at their high school prom - he wore a pink strapless evening gown (it looked like he had plenty to hold it up) and Theresa had on a white tux. The pictures were in the exact same spot on the night table that they had always been. He picked up the next picture which showed Theresa mugging for the camera in a football uniform, in the classic running back pose. He studied his image in the mirror and had to admit to himself that he looked pretty hot. As he placed the picture back on the table, he heard Theresa bark in an amused tone, "Let's move it boy. If I have to tell you to hurry one more time I might just have to put you over my knee and spank you - but then again we both know that would not be a punishment for either of us." With that she put one arm tightly around his waist and drew him close, gave him a passionate kiss, and at the same time playfully swatted his bottom with her free hand. She took his hand and led him downstairs where the kids had laid out breakfast for the family. It was an amazing sight to see - his son Chuck, formerly a 6'4", 225 pound all-county quarterback (as a sophomore!) dressed in a white bikini. He was happily chatting with his sister so Tom figured she must have apologized to him. He saw that the tank top Lisa was wearing said "Property of Dallas Cowgirls" on the back. The Miami Herald was lying on table and Tom grabbed it and looked at the front page. The date was August 28, 2000. At least that was the same. These was piece of mail on the floor which he picked up and saw that they still lived at the same address in Davie, Florida. Well, it was time to see what was going on in the world he now found himself in. The lead story was about the upcoming presidential race. He quickly scanned the story and saw that the none of the names in the story were familiar. A sidebar story was one of the "people in the street" things where they asked prospective voters who they would vote for. All eight people shown were female. Continuing on in the paper, Tom could see that some of the US news was similar to his world, with some slight variations. Tom was so absorbed in the newspaper that he barely noticed that everyone else had finished breakfast and was ready to leave. Theresa had already packed the car with the umbrella, a large cooler and a picnic basket that must have been prepared earlier, and Lisa was holding Jimmie, who was dressed in pink jumper. Charlie handed him a blue pocketbook and said, "Here daddy, you almost forgot your purse." Tom took it from the boy and they got into the car (a minivan made by a company named Knight. In his real life, they had a Dodge Caravan. Tom had begun to think of his old life as his "real life" and the current situation as being some type of detour) and Theresa drove away. They arrived at the beach by 10:45 AM, but it was already starting to get crowded because of the Florida heat. They were lucky enough to find parking right on the main road where it was only about 50 yards to the beach. Tom reached in the trunk to carry the picnic basket and was amazed to feel how heavy it seemed. "Here dad, let me.", his daughter said as she easily picked it up with one hand. I must really be a weakling, Tom thought. As they walked to the beach Tom observed how healthy the people seemed. The men were almost universally tall, trim and full-breasted. He guessed the average adult was a D cup, and even the teenage boys must have been a C cup. The women all appeared to be extremely muscular and in excellent shape. None of the women or girls on the beach wore tops, but most of them were so muscular their small breasts were hardly noticeable. They had settled into their spot, with Theresa and Lisa putting the tent firmly into the sand. "Time for a dip", Theresa announced. "Why don't you three go in while I watch Jimmie." "No, I'll stay with him a while. You guys go and enjoy yourselves." Tom needed some time away from everyone to collect his thoughts. He placed the baby in the portable crib they had brought and he unfolded one of the beach lounge chairs they had brought and stretched out. He started by looking through his purse. Theresa had always said you could find out almost anything about a woman from her purse - well, he would see how much he could find out about Mr. Tommie Humphreys. He found his wallet and saw his license confirming that he was Tommie Humphreys and was born September 3, 1960. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, was 6'3" and 170 pounds. All the same as before except that he had been 50 pounds lighter. He found some twenty dollar bills which had a portrait of a dignified looking woman named Kimball on them. All the coins and bills had various women on them, most likely former presidents. There were several credit cards in his name,and he found it interesting that they all said "Wife's Authorizing Signature" underneath his signature. Theresa had signed and initialed each card. Digging deeper, Tom found a pill case which looked exactly like a woman's birth control pill case. The prescription was for something Estrone-L, and it was made out to Tommie Humphreys. He saw that the pill for the 28th day was still there. He debated whether he should take it, but decided that since it was obvious he had taken the others, he would go ahead. He reached into the cooler and took out a bottle of spring water and downed the pill. Aha, there was a monthly planner. On Wednesday he was to meet Sammie Smith for lunch and then an appointment at something called "The Gentleman's Retreat", which he guessed was a spa of some sort. On Friday, the entry read Rx UR/PRO PM. Obviously a doctor's appointment, but what did UR/PRO mean? At least four times a week, there were entries for gym - apparently Tommie Humphreys exercised a considerable amount. The bottom of the purse had several side pockets filled with cosmetics - lipstick, eye shadow, blush, and the various tools to put them on. He looked up and was disappointed to see Theresa walking toward him - he had wanted more time to investigate. "The kids met up with some friends from school so I figured it would be a good time to come back", she said as she grabbed a soda from the cooler. She placed two beach towels side by side and said, "Why don't you lay on the sand next to me, Tommie." Tom got off the lounge chair and lay face down on the total. Theresa slipped her arm around his waist, but of course it was far too short to reach his far hip. She began to run her hand up and down his back using firm but gentle motion. Tom could not believe how arousing it felt and how sensitive his skin was. She moved her hand lower and began to caress his buttocks in a circular motion. He began to become more and more aroused - the only feeling he could compare it to was how he felt during an orgasm. Just then the baby started to cry. The both got up and went over to Jimmie. Theresa reached into the crib, picked the baby up and handed him to Tom, winking as she said, "I think he's hungry again, Tommie." She got one of the beach chairs and set it up for him to sit in. "I can't feed him in public. Not in front of all these people." "What are you talking about, Tommie. You've never been shy before. It's not like you're the only boy on this beach who is nursing." She pointed to a boy who was not more than 20 feet away from them who was feeding an infant, his large breast showing almost entirely. Having no response, Tom sat in the chair, lowered his bikini top, and partially exposed one of his melon-sized breasts. Theresa handed him the baby, who immediately began to suck greedily. The same powerful feeling of arousal began to engulf him, but this time Tom resolved to stay more alert. He had to keep his wits and learn more about this world. While Jimmie nursed, Theresa brought the picnic basket. "Do you want a sandwich, honey. It's past noon and I noticed you barely touched your breakfast. The way Jimmie eats, you have to keep your strength up." Although he was quite hungry, her question had given Tom an idea. There was no way he could go to work this week - he needed some type of excuse. Feigning illness seemed his best option. It would also ensure avoiding Theresa's amorous intentions for the evening. He wondered how different sex would be in a society where women were in control, and he knew that for now he didn't want to find out. As Jimmie finished, Tom said, "Ter, could you take the baby. I'm not feeling very well. I have a terrible headache and I seem to be getting a bit of a chill." Theresa immediately took Jimmie from him and placed him in the crib. She turned to Tom and he saw a look of concern on her face. "Tommie, we're going to leave. I'm going to get the kids but I don't want to leave you alone." "If it's just for a few minutes I should be all right." "No, I don't want to take any chances. Now you just wait a second." She walked over to the boy they had seen feeding the baby and spoke briefly, returning with the boy. He had a little girl in tow who appeared to be about five years old. "Tommie, this is Greggie. I told him of our situation and he'll stay with you until I find the kids." She left, walking quickly toward the water. Greggie turned out to be a tall boy with black curly hair wearing a gold bikini. Like all the men, he was very full-breasted, although he appeared to be slightly smaller than Tom. "Your wife told me that you weren't feeling very well. Do you think you have a fever?", he asked, placing his hand on Tom's forehead. This was Tom's first exposure to another adult male. To him, Greggie seemed as feminine as any woman he had ever seen. He looked over and saw that the girl had turned her attention to Jimmie and was playing with him, making little cooing sounds and other baby talk. "That's Catherine", Greggie said. "She's seems to have made a new friend. What's his name and how old is he?" "That's Jimmie. He'll be three months next week." Tom was thinking that maybe he could get some information from this boy. All of a sudden Jimmie started to cry. "I know he's not hungry since I just fed him." Greggie picked the baby up, checked his diaper, and said, "He needs to be changed." He picked up a bag lying near the crib and opened it up, taking out a disposable diaper. Tom started to get out of the beach chair but Greggie gently placed his hand on his shoulder and said, "Here, let me." He chattered as expertly changed the baby, telling Tom about his wife and kids. As he finished, Tom said, "You know, I'm a little embarassed that my wife roped you into this. I don't know why she's treating me like a child." Greggie smiled and said, "Sometimes it can be a little overwhelming when a woman goes into that strong female routine, but I think it's kind of sweet myself. Your wife seems like a very nice woman. And remember, we men don't know what its like to be totally responsible for someone." Tom wondered what that meant. They continued chatting for a few minutes more, Tom finding out that Greggie was a househusband with three kids, when Theresa showed up with the kids. They immediately went over to Tom and asked him if he was all right. He got on his feet, Lisa helping him out of the beach chair. "I'm fine, I just have a little headache." Turning to Greggie, he thanked him and, surprising himself, said they should meet for lunch sometime. After they exchanged phone numbers, Greggie left and the women packed things up and they left. Arriving home, Theresa helped Tom upstairs and into bed. He finally had to insist that she allow him to get undressed by himself, but he did allow her to get him a nightgown, which turned out to be a frilly pink baby-doll number with satin panties. Tom felt embarassed as he place the gown over his head and stepped into the panties. He climbed into bed, assuming the stage was set for him to call in sick at work the next day when Theresa told him she was going to call the doctor and see if she would make a house call. Christ, Tom thought, that's just what I need. "I'll be fine, Ter. I just need to rest and maybe take tomorrow off and I'll be as good as new." "No, Tommie. I'm worried about you. Sheila Hawkins has been your doctor since you were a teenager. I'm sure she'll come out and take a look at you.", she said as she picked up the phone and began to dial. Tom got out of bed and clicked the reciever as she was in the middle of dialing. She looked at him with an expression indicating both shock and anger. Tom got the impression that males did not disobey females in this world. Tom decided that it was time to try to explain things. He wasn't even sure how to begin, so he simply said, "I don't belong here." Theresa put an arm around him and said, "Tommie, I'm definitely calling Dr. Hawkins. I really am quite concerned about you." "Ter, please hear me out. I'm trying to figure out how to explain what has happened to me in a way that won't make me sound like someone who's lost their mind." Suddenly Tom got an idea. Tom kept a series of notebooks that he used to jot down ideas ? some business, but mostly highly theoretical computer concepts. These notebooks had been a large part of the basis for the new company. Each night Tom would spend an hour or so on these notebooks, either putting down some new ideas or correcting minor mistakes he had made in calculations. Theresa always liked to joke that they were like the diaries of a mad scientist. He prayed that in this reality she would have the same notebooks. He checked her night table and saw the notebook there, in the same spot he had always kept it. He looked at Theresa and asked, "Ter, how much more mathematics do you know than I do?" Theresa gave him an impatient look and said, "What a silly question, sweetie. Are you playing some sort of game with me?" Tom said, "Ter, I've never been more serious in my life. What if I told you that I knew as much advanced calculus as you do? She gave a derisive laugh and said, "Well, let's see, Tommie. You took the normal high school boys' curriculum, with math courses up to basic algebra. Unless the six month secretarial skills course you took at the business school was a little more advanced than it seemed, I think I know just a little more math than you." She reddened as she finished and said, "I'm sorry, Tommie. I didn't mean to be sarcastic. That was uncalled for." "I'm begging you, Ter, please bear with me. Give me a half hour and if I haven't convinced you that I don't belong here, call Dr. Hawkins and I'll see her." Theresa paused and said, "Okay, dear, you have thirty minutes and then I call the doctor." Tom reached over and picked up the notebook and leafed through it. He began to read her latest entry and could see that the material was all pretty familiar to him. A few minutes later he closed the notebook and turned to Theresa. Or the next fifteen minutes Tom went over the information contained in her latest entry, even pointing a minor mistake she had made in her calculations. Theresa sat there wordless, with a stunned look on her face. "Is this some sort of trick, Tommie?' "Ter, let me explain." Tom proceded to tell her how he had awakened that morning to find his whole world turned upside down. He described what his "old" body had looked like, and how he had dressed. She looked somewhat amused when he had told her that he had been an all-conference running back at the University of Florida. He spoke for half an hour straight, then began to tire. He figured if she didn't believe him now she would never believe him. "I could go on for hours but I think you have the idea." Quietly, she said, "I believe you. Now we have to see if there's any way to get you back to where you belong. But I have a feeling that you probably have more questions than I do." In the next hour, he found out many details of his new life. He had been a secretary working for an accounting firm. He quit his job when they brought Jimmie home. In this world, women did not become pregnant - the "parents" simply donated egg and sperm and babies were "born" in incubators. Theresa was a Computer Engineer and she and her best friend, Janet Smith, had just wrapped up the presentation launching their new company last Friday. Like his other life, he and Theresa had met in high school. What was different was that she had been captain of the football team, while Tom had been a cheerleader and Homecoming King. After high school she had gone on to U of Florida while he went to secretarial school. He had done some part-time modeling after they were first married, but had stopped that to stay at home with the kids. He also found out some interesting facts about the world in which he now existed. Women apparently always had been in control. Women were more intelligent and had more leadership skills, which made them better suited to run things. Men had better nurturing instincts which were useful when raising children and keeping a home. Men did not vote and never had. He asked about Greggie's strange remark about men not knowing what it was like to be responsible for someone. It turned out that all males were required to have a female over the age of thirteen as their legal guardian. Theresa was his legal guardian, and if she were to die, his fifteen year old daughter, Lisa, would become his legal guardian. This also explained why Theresa had to sign his credit cards - by law males were not permitted to enter into a contract without their legal guardian's consent. Tom took off the nightgown and, pointing at his breasts, said, "Explain these, please." Theresa gave him a little smile and told him of the advances in genetic engineering which had occurred in the 1940's. Males were given a drug called Estrone at birth which caused the male body to develop the way his had developed. A few months of this drug was usually enough for the body to start producing it naturally. The Estrone-L that he had found in his purse was just a supplement which would cause his breasts to produce milk. Women also received a drug at birth which eliminated mentruation and reduced breast growth. At this point Tom was somewhat at a loss for words. He had always taken pride in his ability to adapt to any situation, but this seemed to be even beyond his reach. One thing that occurred to him was that in a way, Theresa was in the same boat he was in. Her husband had been replaced by a stranger. One thing he had realized from the day's earlier events was that she loved her husband very much. He was suddenly aware of how hungry he was. Looking over at the clock, he saw that it was almost 7 PM and he had hardly eaten the whole day. Apparently, Theresa must have been thinking the same thing, because she said, "Look, I'm starved. I'm going to give the kids money to order pizza in and we'll have dinner out and talk some more. Is that okay with you?" "It's fine with me, but what about Jimmie? I guess we have to take him with us in case he gets hungry." As Theresa reached over and picked up a small machine sitting on one of the night tables, she said, . "That's no problem, the kids can feed him. You've been very busy with this breast pump lately. There must be a half dozen portions of breast milk in the freezer. Now, let's get dressed so we can go to dinner." Tom's frustration showed as he said, "Get dressed! I don't know how to get dressed. Charlie had to pick out the bathing suit and then tell me how to wear it. How am I going to put on entire outfit." Theresa calmly took his hand and led him to a closet. "Here's your wardrobe, Tommie. If you'd like, I can pick something that I know you look good in." Tom looked at the closet filled with dresses and skirts. He saw everyting from elaborate floor-length evening gowns to a skimpy black cocktail dress . The entire top of the closet was filled with several dozen pairs of shoes, ranging from simple flats to fancy pumps with stilleto heels. He imagined himself in the little black cocktail dress with the stilleto heels and let out a little chuckle. "What's so funny?", Theresa asked. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand. Why don't I just put on a pair of jeans and a plain top?" Theresa hesitated a bit and said, "Tommie, most men don't wear pants - its considered to be unmasculine. I don't think you even own a pair." She reached over and took out a flowered sun dress and said, "Here, this is as basic a dress as you own." She went over to a dresser and told him that was where he kept his lingerie. "God, I completely forgot about that.", Tom said as she went through the drawers. She took out a pair of blue panties, a white lace bra and brown pantyhose. He put on the panties, this time remembering to place his penis in the little strap on the side. He tried to hook on the bra, but after fumbling with it for a few minutes, he turned to Theresa, who had an amused expression on her face. Tom was about to snap at her when suddenly he realized how ridiculous he must look. For the first time since he had awakened that day, he allowed himself to laugh. "A little help, if you please.", he said. She gave him a sympathetic look and helped him hook the latches. He pulled the dress over his head and got a pair of blue shoes and put them on. They went downstairs, where Lisa was watching TV and Charlie was playing with the baby. Tom was amused to see that the music video that Lisa was watching featured several large-breasted, scantily-clad boys draping themselves over a bunch of muscular young heavy-metal rockers. It was nice to see that some things never changed. Theresa gave Lisa some money for the pizza and they left. The drive to the restaurant took about 15 minutes, during which Tom peppered Theresa with questions. He asked, in a somewhat accusatory tone, how women in her world could justify treating men like children. She was somewhat defensive, replying that while women had the ultimate authority, they rarely exercised it. She maintained that she and Tom had always made decisions together, and, in fact, Tom made most of the day-to-day decisions for the family on his own. Tom could see how earnest she was and decided to drop the subject. He'd find more out during dinner about his new life. End Part One