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THE PROMISE by J R D It was a little before 2 on a Tuesday when he got the call. He answered with his usual, "Parker residence." The voice on the other end of the line said, "Mister Shawn Parker, this is officer James of the city police. There's been an accident. Your wife has been seriously injured. You need to come down to Mercy General. Now." He almost missed the cradle returning the phone to its base. He didn't even shut off the computer where he was coding a program. He ran and got the baby (little Alexander, the light of his life alongside his wife), put him in a set of his most simple baby clothes, and rushed to the car. He loaded Alex into the baby seat, and drove to the hospital. As he went, he wondered what had happened. Just an hour before, June, his wife, had left the house, saying that she just needed to get a few things from the store. She said she had put Alex down for his nap, and he should have no problems. But then he remembered she had acted a little funny when he asked her how long she was going to be. She had said, "Oh, just a while," in a tone slightly louder than a mutter and gave him a peck on the cheek. Thinking of that kiss, there was something strange about it. It had a... finality to it, almost a good-bye kiss. He was going to ask her about it, but when he looked up to her she blew him a kiss and all thought of asking her anything left his mind. Then she backed out of the room, never taking her eyes off of him until she had no choice. Had she known what was going to happen? Almost as soon as he thought it, though, he had an answer. She HAD to know. June was a sorceress, and a prophet. She was one of the most powerful, most accurate seers in the history of her magickal order. She must've known. But why didn't she tell him? He drove into the hospital parking lot, grabbed Alex, and ran into the emergency room doors. Almost as soon as he was through them, he saw his mother-in-law in a seat. It wasn't a surprise. June's mother, Mary, was another sorceress and would've known the minute the accident occurred that something had happened. But Shawn didn't have a problem with that. He and Mary had a good relationship, with Mary often being a replacement for the mother he had never had. He ran up to her, asking, "What happened? Where's June?" "She just got out of surgery. The doctors haven't told me much." "But what happened? How did she get here?" "She was involved in a car accident. The driver of the car who hit her said he was driving along when a ball rolled out in front of him with a kid following close behind. He slammed on his brakes, but he was moving too fast. But then Mary runs out into the street, grabs the child and throws him out of the way, saving him, but dooming her. The car struck her full on, putting her here. I just don't understand why she didn't foresee this." "I think she did. She was acting so weird when she left the house earlier. I just don't understand why I didn't say anything before." Mary looked him up and down, then said, "She spelled you. It prevented you from stopping her." "But why?" "There's only one thing I can think of that would get her to not tell anyone what she was planning or what would happen. A death confluence." Seeing that Shawn didn't understand, Mary explained, "A death confluence is where negative energy masses in an area. If there's anybody near it as it discharges, it can result in their death." "Why didn't she just avoid it?" "The only way to avoid a death confluence is to avoid the area until the negative energy discharges. The area where she was struck was outside a park. Lots of kids, their parents, innocent drivers. If it was a death confluence, then someone was bound to die there. She took it on herself so that no one else would have to." "But the doctors can save her? This doesn't have to be lethal?" Mary held her tongue, unwilling to either answer his question or tell him a lie. But Shawn understood her silence and asked, "What about your healers? Can't they save her?" "Only if she'll let them. If this is a death confluence, she won't let them heal her to keep the negative energy from them." Before they could continue their conversation, a doctor, dressed in hospital scrubs covered in blood, stepped up to them. "Mister Parker?" Shawn turned to him. "Yes, doctor? How is my wife?" The doctor, barely able to get it out, said, "I'm sorry. The damage was just too extensive. Quite frankly, I'm amazed she's still alive." Shawn was too shocked to say a thing. Just then, a nurse stepped up and said, "Excuse me. Doctor, mister Parker, Mrs. Parker has somehow managed to shake off the anesthesia, and is asking for her husband." Shawn looked to the doctor. He simply nodded, saying, "Go ahead. Your wife needs you." The nurse took him into the room with his wife, then left. The figure on the bed asked, "Shawn, is that you?" June's voice was ragged and she was clearly having trouble breathing. Seeing June brought tears to his eyes. She had dozens of tubes running from her to the machines around her bed. The only sound other than her was the constant beep-beep of the heart monitor. But Shawn put on a weak smile and said, "Save your strength, dear. The doctors say you're going to get better." June's mouth turned up at the corners. "Shawn, never lie to a woman who can tell the future. Besides, you're no good at it. I'm dying and I know it." Shawn choked back a sob. "Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?" "Because you'd've either stopped me or insisted on going in my place. I couldn't allow that. I'm sorry, Shawn. But you must go on without me because I couldn't go on without you." "I don't think I can go on without you." "You must. For Alex's sake." "I'll try." Speaking with total confidence, June said, "You will do more than try, my love. You will succeed and prosper. In ways you never imagined." "You've seen the future? What did you see?" June, somehow, managed to smile. Her breathing became more ragged, and she was forced to take many pauses to conserve her strength to keep talking. "You'd... never... believe me. Love,... I can't... remember. Did you... promise me, yet?" "Promise you?" "Guess... not. Promise me... something,... Shawn." "Anything." "Promise me... that no one... outside... the family,... the biological... family... will ever feed... Alex." Shawn was confused. "Just feed him? But why?" June was forced to take a deep breath. "Promise me!" Shawn took her hand. "Okay, June-bug, I promise." June relaxed. "Shawn, hold my hand." Shawn reflexively clenched her hand in his. "I am, June-bug." For the first time, fear crept into her voice. "I can't feel you, Shawn. I can't feel your hand." Shawn lifted her hand to his chest. "Feel my heart, love." A look of contentment came over June. "There you are." Shawn started to cry, knowing the end was near. "Shawn, over the next few months you will face many things which will give you cause to resent me, maybe even hate me, but if you just stick to that promise, all will turn out right in the end." Shawn couldn't imagine anything that would ever make him resent June, much less hate her, but this wasn't the time to argue. "Okay, love." The beeping of June's heart monitor changed to a more erratic pulsing. June, much weaker, said, "Shawn, no matter... what... happens,... always... remember... that..." June took a deep breath, "I love you." Shawn wasn't even able to reply before the beeping of the heart monitor had changed to the steady whine of a flatline. Shawn was only vaguely aware of a group of people moving frantically around him. At some point, June's hand and his were pried apart, and he was sent out to the waiting room. His eyes were so blurry with water that he could barely see a thing, but was aware of Mary's arms around him as he broke down in tears. ************ TWO DAYS LATER... Shawn walked the living room, trying to console a bawling Alex. He had been fitful and hard to deal with ever since his mother had died, but since his two o'clock feeding, he had been crying constantly, and nothing Shawn could do would help. Shawn heard the doorbell and went to get it. When he opened the door and saw Mary, he said, "Thank god." Mary, real concern in her voice, asked, "What's wrong, Shawn? You look terrible." Shawn gave Alex to his grandmother. "I've been up since 2 AM. Alex won't stop crying. He was never this bad with June. I think her death has hit him awfully hard." Mary scanned him with her magic senses. "It's not his mother's death, although I'm sure that's making it worse. You are aware that your son has a very large magic potential?" "Yes. June and I discussed it. I felt that as long as he wasn't pressed into a life of magic, it wasn't a big deal." "But what you may not know is that a person with high magic potential tends, as a baby, not to handle bottle formula real well. No one knows why, but they only tend to take natural breast milk without problems." "Great. Now what?" "Well, there is a spell that will start a woman's breasts lactating. I could cast that on a volunteer who could feed Alex." "Could you cast it on yourself? Or have someone else cast it on you?" "No. The spell won't work on a woman who has gone through menopause. But I'm sure I can get someone from the coven to volunteer." "Can you cast it on me? A man's chest has all the things necessary to feed a child. It just never develops." "I... suppose. But why?" "I promised June. I swore I'd never allow anyone outside the family to feed Alex. If you can't, then that leaves me." "Well, the coven is considered family." "No. She specified biological family only. I suspect to specifically exclude the coven." "She did? How strange. Well, there's always her cousin Amanda." "And how long will it take for Amanda to get here? Even if she can leave immediately, we're still looking at ten to twelve hours before she gets here. And the rest of your family will take even longer, most of them not even being in this country. And I'm an orphan. I don't even know if I have a biological family. What's the problem? Won't the spell work on a man?" "I have no idea. The spell has never been cast on a man. I think for obvious reasons." "So let's try it and find out." Mary sighed. "You don't understand, Shawn. Magic isn't like science. Actions A under conditions B do not always produce the same results C. The effects of a spell can vary depending on the caster, the target, the time of day, month, AND year, lunar cycles, planetary cycles, celestial cycles, as well as any number of unseen influences. It will usually fall within a certain range of effect, but since this spell has never been used on a man, I have no idea what that range is." "So try it and we'll see what happens." "Shawn, I hate to say this... but forget the promise. Any member of the coven would gladly volunteer to serve as a wet nurse." "Even Alanna?" "Alanna's bitterness towards you is the result of June's decision to marry you. But if she were called upon to serve, she would for her love for June." Shawn shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mary, but I never broke a promise to anyone, much less the woman I love. If I have to break it for the well-being of Alex, I will. But until we try all other options, I must stay true to my promise." "But-" "Please, Mary. Just try. If it fails, we can discuss other options." Mary thought about it. "Alright. But you're the first man this spell has been cast on in known history. I want to document all of this." "Okay." Mary took Alex and placed him in his crib. "Focus on Alex's crying. Knowing you are doing this for him should aid you in accepting the effects of the spell." "Should I take off the shirt I'm in?" Mary thought about it. "Perhaps you should. In fact, maybe you should get naked. That way if there are any strange physical effects, we can see them immediately." "Alright." Shawn quickly removed all his clothes, standing naked in the center of the room. Mary stood off and chanted her spellsong. As she chanted, Shawn felt the weirdest thing. It was like he could understand every third word, but the understanding left his mind as soon as the next word was uttered. It wasn't the first time it had happened. The few times he had been present when June had cast a spell, the same thing had occurred. He had always meant to ask his wife about it, but somehow had never gotten around to it. The power Mary summoned swirled about him, then concentrated on his chest. He looked down and watched in fascination as the magic changed him. It was subtle, and had he not been looking, he'd not have seen it. Shawn had never been "buff", but neither was he extremely out of shape. But he did have a bit of flab on his chest, and, as he watched, it rounded out, his nipples becoming slightly puffier. When the spell finished, Shawn had breasts. They were tiny, tiny things, and wouldn't even fill out a training bra (as if you could find a training bra to fit a 6' tall man), and were noticeable only if pointed out. Shawn reached up and squeezed his nipples. A small bit of white liquid dribbled out on his fingers and he licked it. "Mmmm. That's breast milk. Tastes just like June's." "Do you have any paper? I need to write this down." "Sure. I keep a pad in the computer desk for scratching down my thoughts as I work." Mary got the pad out of his desk, and started writing, speaking as she did. "Only noticeable physical effects: slight growth of the mammary gland within target's chest." She asked Shawn, "How do you feel?" Shawn cupped the underside of his chest. "Well, to be honest, my chest feels a lot heavier than this little growth would indicate. It feels like two weights on my chest." "Well, your chest is filled with liquid now, but I meant on a more esoteric, emotional level. Notice any changes to your outlook on life?" "What do you mean? I haven't noticed any urge to have a massive pair hanging from my chest, if that's what you mean." "Not exactly. Have you noticed any strengthening of your nurturing desires?" "Well, I feel an... anticipation, I guess would be the word for it. A desire to actually put these things to use for Alex." "I think you should do it then. We'll see if that has any further effects." Shawn walked over and picked up his son. Alex had settled down a bit and was no longer openly bawling, but was still gurgling in a discontented way. Shawn sat down in a chair and cradled his son as he placed Alex to his breast. Alex almost immediately latched onto the nipple and started suckling hungrily. As soon as he did, Shawn felt a surge of sexual pleasure run straight from his breast into his dick. Shawn had to fight to keep from taking his dick in hand and stroking it. Alex quickly depleted the milk in one breast and Shawn switched him off to his other nipple. Shawn experienced another wave of sexual pleasure as Alex fed on his milk. It was only a short while longer before Alex stopped, and yawned, falling asleep in Shawn's arms. Shawn stood and put Alex back in his crib. He felt somewhat conspicuous with his hard-on bouncing up and down in front of him as he moved, but Mary was tactful enough not to say anything. Shawn said, "That was so incredible. I didn't think it'd be that sexual. Was it like that with you and June?" "No. There was nothing sexual about it when I fed June. I gained pleasure from the act, but it wasn't sexual." "Weird. I think I almost came right there just from feeding Alex." "Well, men are wired differently from women. Not to be too blunt, but how are you planning to deal with... little mister happy?" Shawn blushed. "Well, how would you expect me to deal with him? I'll take a couple copies of my Playboy's into the bathroom and 'handle' him." Mary sighed. "There's no delicate way to ask this. Would you handle it out here? The spell was not designed to cause a sexual feeling in the breasts, but you have commented that you have experienced that. It may have affected your sexual performance in regards to... self-pleasuring. I'd like to watch and record these events." "I... don't think so." "Shawn, please. You did say I could record the effects, and this could be something that was affected." "But-" "Shawn, if you can think of one reason, other than you're just embarrassed, I'll let it go." Shawn thought about it, but had to admit that he really didn't have any reason other than his own self-consciousness. So with a brief grunt of assent, he took his dick in hand and started stroking it. He pumped himself for a while until he sprayed his sperm out onto the rug. After he was finished, Mary asked, "Did that take longer than usual?" "I think so, but that may have been because I was expected to perform for an audience." "Understandable. You also produced a fairly large amount of semen." "Well, I haven't... done anything since the morning June... died." Tears came to Shawn's eyes. "She knew. Even that morning, she knew." "Shawn, what's wrong?" "Our lovemaking that morning. It was really intense. More intense than it had ever been before." Shawn sobbed. "She knew it'd be our last time together." Mary wrapped her arms around her son-in-law as he cried his eyes out. After he finished, he asked, "Why couldn't she tell me? Why couldn't she let me protect her?" "Because she knew that your protecting her would mean your death." "But that was my job. It was my job to protect my wife no matter the cost." "I know. But prophets, male or female, tend to become manipulative. It's a result of 'The curse of Cassandra.'" "June was cursed?" "Not exactly. You do know the reference?" "Cassandra, a figure of Greek myth. Cursed by the gods to always know the future, but to never be believed when she tried to warn others." "Uh-huh. Well, all seers go through a version of the same thing. Sometimes they see a future that the people involved in don't want to believe, so they refuse to listen. As a result, the seer learns to manipulate others into doing what they need to in order to get the best result. For some reason, June saw this as the best course of action and carried it out without letting the rest of us know what she intended." Mary thought about it and continued, "In fact, I think she knew about this a week ago." "Why?" "The spell I used on you is not widely used. About a week ago, though, out of the blue, while June was feeding Alex, she reminded me of it. I thought it was just a bit of memory coming from the reminder of Alex's feeding. But if she hadn't reminded me of it, I probably wouldn't have remembered it so quickly." "So I guess this is what June had in mind." "Having experienced it, do you want me to reverse the spell?" "No. June promised me that if I stayed true to my promise, then everything would work out in the end." "Alright." She handed him the pad of paper. "Okay, over the next few days, I want you to record everything you notice different." "But you've cast the spell. Aren't the changes finished?" "Maybe. Maybe not. Besides, you may have undergone other changes that we haven't noticed yet." "Like what?" Mary shrugged. "I don't know. Like I said before, this spell has never been cast on a man before. It's designed not to affect intellect or emotion, but anything might result." "What can I expect?" "Anything. As far as I know, you might wake up tomorrow with an insane desire to wear June's clothes." Seeing Shawn's shocked look, she said, "Relax, I'm just kidding." Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, but Mary mentally added, 'Mostly.' Continuing, she said, "But seriously, write down everything you notice, whether you think it has anything to do with the spell or not. If you feel you have to, write down what you think caused the change, if not the spell, but write down everything regardless." "Alright." "Now do you need anything else? Someone to make a trip to the store? More diapers? Anything?" "No. I'm good." "Okay. I've got a meeting with the coven, but if you need anything, just beep me." "Alright. Mary?" "Yes?" "I've always meant to ask you. You call yourselves sorceresses and sorcerers, but isn't a coven a gathering of witches?" Mary shrugged. "I suppose technically the word doesn't apply, but it's a convenient word to use for our gatherings. Why?" "Just curious. See you later." After Mary left, Shawn walked over to the computer. As he walked, he noticed the swish of his hair on his shoulders. He usually cut it before it got that long, and, if asked, he probably would've guessed he had another couple weeks before it got long enough to need a cut. He briefly considered writing this down, and finally decided not to bother. Just because he needed a haircut couldn't have been caused by the spell, could it? ************ THE NEXT DAY... Shawn shifted in his sleep on the bed and was waken up by a strange tugging on his head. When he sat up, his hair fell in long cascading waves around his upper body. He guessed that it was almost a foot longer than it was last night before he had fed Alex. He had fed Alex a total of three times since the spell had been cast, including that first time with Mary watching. The second time had been just before he went to sleep, and the third time had been Alex's regular two o'clock feeding. Each time, Shawn had needed to masturbate afterwards, but the need was becoming less with each feeding. And with the last feeding, Shawn, at his most tired, had started playing with his breast while pumping his dick. Now his hair was obviously growing out at an accelerated rate. He had the presence of mind to write down the changes before giving Alex his morning feeding and putting him down to sleep. It was when he went to work on his computer that he noticed another change. As he started the computer, he noticed that his nails constantly kept interfering in his typing. He had always kept his nails trimmed and short, but looking at them now, they had clearly grown out to a most unmanly length. His fingers also seemed thinner, and the light hair that had been on the back of his hand was now entirely gone. He briefly considered calling Mary, but she would be by at about noon, and he decided he could wait. He spent the morning working on some programs he had to get done and just before noon fed Alex. He had decided to wear just a pair of shorts. He might've worn a shirt, but nothing he tried on didn't irritate his now more sensitive nipples. He was changing Alex's diaper shortly thereafter when the doorbell rang. He called, "Just a minute," as he put Alex down to bed. When he got the door, he saw Mary standing there. She looked up at him and blushed. "Excuse me, is..." A look of recognition came across her face. "Shawn?! Is that you?" Before he could reply, she dashed inside, pulling him with her while slamming the door behind her. "Mary, what's wrong?" "Shawn, have you even looked in a mirror today?" Shawn thought about it. Usually, in the morning, he brushed his teeth and shaved, but this morning, he had been preoccupied with feeding Alex and had forgotten these simple things. But what was the big deal? "So my hair's grown out-" "It's not just your hair. Go take a look." Shawn went into the bathroom and took a look in the mirror. He was amazed at what he saw. His hair wasn't the only change. His face had softened and rounded. His eyebrows were now arched, looking like they had been plucked. His eyes were softer looking and now had an almond shape to them. And his lips were fuller, fuller to the point of being pouty, looking as though they had just undergone a collagen treatment. He still looked like himself, but only if you knew what to look for and what you were looking at. But the real difference he noticed was that he now had breasts, real breasts. No longer was it just a puffiness around his nipples. He had fully developed mounds of flesh hanging from his chest. They were tiny, maybe an A cup, but they were there. Shawn looked down his body, looking for any other changes he might've missed. His arms, from about half way down the forearm, had thinned out. The hair, which had only been missing from the back of his hand that morning, was now gone from the point where his arm was becoming thinner, and was more sparse up to his shoulders. Looking down to his legs, he noticed his feet were now smaller and more tapered. And his legs, from about halfway down the calf to the foot, had become thinner, and, like his arms, had lost their hair. He almost staggered back out to the living room where Mary was waiting. "How?" "The spell obviously. It's the only thing that could explain so many changes, so quickly." "Can you reverse it?" "I could end the spell and reverse its effects." "But then I couldn't feed Alex." "Maybe you should just forget the promise and let me contact one of the girls." "No, I promised June. Is there anything else that can be done?" "I could call in someone a little more familiar with transformations, but..." "But what?" "Our best expert in this field is... Alanna." "Oh." Shawn knew the raven-haired vixen well. She and June had been lovers before he and his wife had met, and Alanna had always resented that he had "stolen" June away. When Alanna came over (rarely, but inevitable since they were both part of the same group of magic workers) she was, at best, cold and indifferent to him, and if June wasn't around, openly nasty. June never tolerated it if she found out, but Shawn tried not to make waves, and didn't tell if Alanna made trouble and his wife didn't know. But now, if he wanted to keep his promise to his wife, it seemed he had to put his trust in her. He took a deep breath and sighed. "Call her in. Just stay by my side. I think that as long as I'm not alone with her I'll be okay." "Alright." Mary went over, took the phone, and made a couple calls. Then she and Shawn chatted about nothing in particular for a half hour until they heard a knock on the door. Mary answered it, then stepped aside as Alanna walked in. From the first look at her face, Shawn remembered the phrase that popped into mind when he first saw her, namely "Ice Queen". There was no doubting that Alanna was beautiful, but it was a cold, untouchable beauty. She could and had brought men to their knees with nothing more than an icy stare. She looked first to the older sorceress, saying, "Mary," then turned to Shawn and said with a sneer, "Hello, Shawn. Or have you decided to make it Shawna?" Mary angrily said, "Alanna! You are here for a purpose, not to engage in petty bickering. Are your personal problems going to interfere?" Without so much as a crack in that icy visage, Alanna replied, "No, ma'am. I shall do my duty as required by our by-laws." Alanna walked over to Shawn, carrying what looked like a small doctor's bag. She set it down on a table and opened it. Inside were a variety of items, some of which Shawn recognized (a tuning fork, feathers, pencils), but some of it was just weird collections of metal and wood. She took out some of the items and waved them over his body. She took a few notes, did some other stuff with some other items, wrote some more stuff down, then said, "Okay." Mary asked, "Have you figured out what's happening?" "I have. The spell has increased the sensitivity of your nipples. Not a big deal for a woman, but with your male sex drive, you're getting excited just from doing what the spell was designed to do. That interferes with what you want, so your manhood is being moved out of the way." "I'm becoming a woman? I don't feel any different." "The spell was designed to affect only your body. Mentally, you're still the same person, and will remain so. But physically, your manhood is retreating." "What about...?" Shawn looked down at his crotch. "Your dick? Where do you think your manhood is retreating to? How big are you?" "How big...?" Alanna gave an exasperated sigh and said, "Your dick. When fully erect, how big is it?" "About 6 inches." Alanna snorted. "Average." She fished a ruler out of her bag and handed it to him. "Go into the bathroom, get yourself nice and hard, and measure. I think you'll be surprised." Embarrassed, Shawn took the ruler and went into the bathroom without a word. About ten minutes later, he returned, his shorts tenting around his still hard member. "I'm up to 8 inches now. And I'm pretty sure I'm thicker around." Alanna said, "And the progress will only continue. Every time you feed Alex, your manhood shrinks a little more into your dick. Your extremities will change the fastest, but your breasts will also grow larger, and your torso will become more womanly. But your dick will grow larger and thicker, storing your manhood within it." Shawn turned to Mary. "Why did June want this?" Alanna asked, "June? What's she got to do with this?" Mary said, "We've pretty much determined that June set in motion a specific series of events that led up to this. As to why, I can't even hazard a guess." Shawn took a deep breath and said, "She said this would be for the best, and even though she kept things from me, June never lied to me." Alanna snorted. "Says you." Mary harshly said, "Alanna!" Shawn said, "No, I want to know what she meant by that." Before Mary could stop her, Alanna said, "June lied to you every day of your married life. She never loved you. She just felt her lineage was too important to let die. She married you just to produce your son." "You lie!" Mary yelled, "Alanna, that's enough!" "No, I think he needs to hear the truth. Mary, I invoke upon you the oath of witnessing. You are now obligated to tell me only truths this day. How did June really feel about Shawn?" "Don't do this, Alanna." Alanna smugly repeated, "How did June really feel about Shawn?" Mary took a deep breath and said, "She confessed to me that she loved him with all her heart and soul." Alanna's ice queen visage cracked into a shocked face. "No! You lie! She told me-" "She told you a lie. She loved you, Alanna, just not as much as you wanted. When you asked her why she was marrying Shawn, she told you what you wanted to hear. But she did love Shawn. I know this is true because she told me on the day she intended to tell Shawn about her magic and the coven. She told me because she was afraid to look into the future to see his reaction. She confessed to me that had she been forced to choose between Shawn and any member of the coven, or even between Shawn and her magic, she'd've chosen Shawn hands down, and she didn't want me to be surprised." Tears came to Alanna's eyes. "No." "Sorry, Alanna, but you did invoke the oath of witnesses. I was obligated to answer you to the fullest of my knowledge. The fact is, had Shawn not been so tolerant of you, you'd've lost June altogether. She lived in fear of the day you'd push Shawn so far he'd make her choose between you. She didn't want to hurt you, Alanna, but Shawn was her first love." Alanna backed away as though Mary and Shawn were lepers, screamed, "No!" and ran from the house in tears. After she was gone, Shawn said, "June never had anything to worry about. I knew how important her magic, the coven, and even Alanna were to her. I'd never have made her choose between me and any of them." "That's one of the reasons she loved you so much." "Thanks for reminding me. But June was right about something." "What's that?" "She said I'd come to resent her, and when Alanna told me what I had to look forward to, I resented what June had done to me. But you reminded me of our love. No matter how weird this is, I've got to trust it's for the best." "Speaking of what Alanna told you, do you want to go back now? Reverse the spell?" "I want to. But I will keep my promise to June. How about you contact one of June's other relatives? I can keep up under this spell for another day or two." "Actually,... It'll have to be longer than that. I made some calls last night. Apparently, June gave all her female relatives information of things that now have them occupied with other matters. Now it looks like about two or three months, minimum, before any of them will become available." Shawn sighed. "I guess June really did want this. I just wish I knew why." "There's something else you should know. The longer a spell sits on a body, the harder it becomes to reverse. If you wait till another female family member becomes available, this is going to be pretty hard to reverse. If you wait until Alex weans himself naturally from your breast, we'll have to start over from scratch, as though your new body were what you were born with." "Well, I'd be lying if I said that didn't scare me." "But?" "But I've got to trust June. All evidence points to this being what she planned. I don't know why, but I'm going to follow this through to the end, regardless." "Alright. You need anything else?" "No, I'm good, thanks." "Okay. But if you need me for anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to call." "I won't. Thanks, Mary." After Mary left, Shawn noticed that Alanna's little black bag was still sitting on the table where she had left it. A few hours later, when Shawn was feeding Alex, he could almost watch his forearms shrink while his son suckled his breast. It was shortly after he put Alex back to sleep that he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door to see Alanna, her ice queen visage back in force. She said, "I left my bag here." "Yeah. It's right where you left it. I haven't touched a thing." Alanna nodded, as though she had expected nothing less, and stepped in. As she was packing up her things, Shawn felt a need to say something. "Alanna, I'm sorry about how you learned about how June really felt about me." Without looking back, Alanna said, "Don't. I asked for that. I invoked the oath on Mary, sure I knew what the answer was." She finished packing up and turned to him. "It just turns out that although she wanted you, she should've stayed with me. *I* would've kept her alive, even if it meant sacrificing my own life." Alanna expected him to get nasty, or perhaps to throw her out. But he did neither. Instead he collapsed back into his seat, sobbing. Through his tears, he said, "Don't you think I'd've done the same? I'd've given my life for her. She wouldn't let me. I would've died for her, but she wouldn't let me." Shawn buried his face in his hands and sobbed openly. Alanna looked at him and felt hollow inside. She had wanted him to suffer. To suffer as she had suffered, both with the death of June and with the knowledge that she wasn't June's number one pick for a life mate. But looking at him sob, it was clear that he already was suffering and she was just rubbing salt in his wounds. She felt little and nasty, and for the first time in a long time, the ice queen melted. She sat on the arm of the chair he was in and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, Shawn. That was petty of me." Still sobbing, he said, "But you were right. She spelled me to not see how strange she was acting. You wouldn't have been affected by her spell." "No. But she'd've found a way." Shawn stopped sobbing and looked up at Alanna. "June always had a way of getting what she wanted. And she wanted to make sure no one else had to sacrifice them self. I hate to say it, but she'd've made sure I couldn't have saved her." Shawn sniffed a few times. "You think so?" "I know so." Alanna grinned. "I remember this time when we were only 13 years old. She wanted to see this R-rated movie. I tried to talk her out of it, but somehow she managed to talk me into sneaking into the theater. I never could resist her." "Alanna, could you tell me about her? About your time together when you were young?" "If you want, but I've got to warn you, we were lovers from a very young age. Most of my memories were of our romance." "I think most of her memories were the same, which is why she never discussed you or her youth much. She didn't want to throw an old romance into my face." "But you want to hear about it now?" "I want to know everything about her." "Okay. I'll tell you my stories if you tell me yours. We'll share June together." They went into the kitchen and put on a pot of water for tea while they talked about June. Two hours later, Alex needed another feeding, so Shawn (whose breasts had been bouncing freely all this time) decided to feed him right in front of Alanna. As the little baby suckled happily at Shawn's bosom, Alanna commented, "I'm amazed that you're doing that." "My son needs to be fed, and bottled formula won't do it. And I promised June that only biological family would feed him." "But you know what feeding him is doing to you. And yet you still do it." "I promised." "You're an amazing man, Shawn. Most men wouldn't let themselves turn into a woman, no matter what they promised." "Well, it's like you said. I'm not turning into a woman, my body is. I know the difference." Alanna snorted. "Most men wouldn't." "No offense, Alanna, but I've noticed you don't have a very high opinion of men." "No, I don't." "Any particular reason?" Alanna didn't answer for a few seconds before saying, "When I was only fifteen years old, I was raped by my gym teacher." "Alanna, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have pried." "You weren't prying. You were just curious." "Still, I brought up bad memories. I'm sorry." "Thank you." Alanna remained silent for a few seconds. "Shawn, you're something special. I can see why June fell in love with you." "Thanks." Alanna looked at her watch. "Look at the time. I'm going to be late." "What for?" "Late business meeting. A client's in town for just a couple hours on layover. I've got to meet her at the airport." "A client? What is it you do?" "I'm an accountant." Shawn looked her up and down. "Yeah, I know. I don't look the role." "No, I could see you as an accountant." "Yeah, sure. Tell the truth, what did you think I did before I told you?" "Truthfully, a lawyer. I could see you in front of a jury, dispassionately arguing your case." Alanna laughed. "Most people say they think I would make a great dominatrix." Shawn grinned. "I could see that, too." Alanna pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote down a phone number. "This is my cell phone number. You need anything, and you just give me a call." "Alright. Alanna, don't be a stranger. I enjoyed today, so if you ever want to spend any more time reminiscing, you're welcome to stop by." "Thanks. I'll take you up on that." After she left, Alex started squirming a bit, and Shawn noticed his diaper was full. As he changed his son, Shawn said, "I love you dearly, Alex, but I can't wait till you're a little older and doing something more than eating, sleeping, and pooping." ************ ONE WEEK LATER... Shawn woke up and stretched. The first thing he did was go through his morning ritual of looking at himself in the mirror. His body had become fully feminized after only a few days, but his breasts had continued to grow slowly for twice as long. He was now, with the exception of his dick, a nicely developed woman with stats of 40-30-38. He didn't know his own cup size, and, in fact, had yet to even try a bra. Most days, he went topless, staying inside behind closed windows. Nobody in the neighborhood thought anything of it. June was the public one of the couple, Shawn preferring to stay inside and work on his computer. A few neighbors had stopped by, and Shawn had introduced himself as Rachel, Shawn's cousin, in town to help him with the funeral and post- funeral arrangements. No one knew Shawn's family history and he still resembled his old self closely enough that they accepted the story at face value. But Shawn was beginning to feel a little too much like a shut-in. He had to get out and do something. Not go out to a store or anything like that, but just get out and smell the fresh air for a while. He decided that he would go out and wash the car. It had needed it since before June had died, Shawn was just too preoccupied (understandably so). So he put Alex in his carrier, got into his loosest sweats, filled a bucket full of hot soapy water, then went out and attacked the car. He was about half way done when he saw Alanna's car pull up. Alanna, dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, stepped out of the car and he stepped back and waved at her. When she saw him, she got a shocked look on her face and dashed over to him. He was about to ask what was going on when she pulled him by the arm back towards the house, pausing only long enough to snatch up the baby carrier before dragging him inside. Inside she asked him, "What did you think you were doing?" Not understanding what she was having a problem with, he simply said, "Washing the car? What's the big deal?" She looked at him in amazement. "You really don't get it, do you?" "Get what?" "Take a look at yourself in the mirror." Shawn walked over and took a look at himself in the hall mirror. His clothes were soaked, not unexpected considering what he had just been doing. What was unexpected was the effect it had on him. The clothes, his top in particular, hung on him, clinging to his curves as he moved. The effect was rather sensuous and gave him an instant hard-on. His pants tented out around his now over one foot erection, creating a strangely erotic image. Shawn could only utter, "Oh, my." "'Oh, my' is right. Shawn, sweats are designed to absorb water; to lift sweat away from the skin so as to accelerate cooling. Washing a car in sweats only causes them to stick to you. When you had a square, normal man's body that was no big deal, but with your new body, you wind up looking more naked than naked." "Well, whatever I wear, I'm going to get soaked." "So wear a swimsuit top. Don't you have a bikini top or something? You're supposed to look wet in that. It doesn't wind up being as big a draw." "You're kidding." "I know it sounds strange, but it's true. You go out there in a bikini top and although you'll be ogled for a bit, the novelty wears off quick. But with your sweat top soaked, your breasts become visible underneath your shirt, and men will keep watching because they think they're seeing something you're trying to keep covered." "So I get ogled no matter what I do?" "Well... yes. Shawn, I hate to point this out to you, but with the exception of that rather prodigious member between your legs, you have the body of a beautiful, sexy woman. You and I and the coven all know that you're really a man inside, but to the rest of the world, you're a woman. I mean, your breasts are what? Double D?" "I'm... not sure." "Not sure? Shawn, haven't you even tried on a bra, yet?" "Nope." "What about a blouse or dress?" "Of course not." "What have you been wearing? I notice when I come over, you're usually topless." "Well, that's how I usually go. Just pants or shorts. If I feel the need to cover up my top, I'll pull on sweats or a loose T." "That's it? Nothing more formal?" "No. Most of my clothes don't fit me anymore. Only a few pairs of pants will even cover this bubble butt I've now got." "Shawn, I hate to say this, but you're going to have to get something more formal. Or have you forgotten about June's funeral tomorrow?" A few tears came to Shawn's eyes. "I... didn't want to think about that." Alanna felt her own eyes tearing up. "I know. Neither do I. But... we have to be practical. Since Shawn isn't going to be seen at his wife's funeral, his cousin Rachel should be. And with your new body, that's going to mean women's clothes. At the very least, a fancy, dress suit, if not an actual dress. And a bra is pretty much mandatory. It would be highly improper for you to show up at a funeral with those bouncing around freely under whatever you choose to wear." Shawn took a deep breath and sighed. "I guess you're right. So now what? We go shopping?" "Only if you really want to. I think it'd probably be better for me to take your measurements and get you some clothes. Don't worry, I'll be conservative." "Okay. I guess that'll work." Alanna got her tape measure and quickly took Shawn's measurements. She not only got his base three measurements, but the other measurements that would allow her to get a collection of clothes for him; things like his inseam, the distance from waist to armpit, and armpit to wrist, as well as a few others. After she finished, she said, "Now the sixty-four dollar question. Do you just want a black women's suit, or do you want to go all the way and wear a dress?" Shawn thought about it. Part of him wanted to say just a suit, but he also realized that a suit, even when he was soft, might betray what he did have between his legs. Even though he didn't care much what others thought of him, he realized that he might have to fend off those who felt strong emotion, either pro-sexual or anti-transgendered, towards transsexuals. He knew he wasn't a true transsexual, but he was now a she-male, a woman's body with male genitals. He decided to just forgo the hassle and said, "Might as well make it a dress." "You sure?" "Yeah. Very loose fitting. It'll just be easier for all concerned." "Alright. I'll be back in just a little while." Alanna left and Shawn stripped out of his wet clothes. He got Alex and went into the shower. He always showered with Alex. It allowed him to keep his eye on his son while getting clean, and Alex did seem to enjoy being in the water spray. After they finished and got dried off, Shawn gave Alex a quick feeding and put him down to bed. He spent the next few hours working on some computer programs before he heard a knock on the door. Before he got up, the door opened and Alanna peeked her head in. "You decent?" "Technically, no," Shawn said, "but I don't think it's anything you haven't seen." Alanna stepped in carrying a few bags as Shawn stood, but froze solid when she saw his naked body. "Holy! I've seen the bulge, but I never... How big is that?" she asked pointing at his flaccid, yet extremely large member. "Hard it's a little less than 14 inches." "Woah. That's bigger than anything I've ever had inside me." "How many penises have you had inside you?" "Just... the one. But I've had quite a few rather large dildoes inside me." "Sorry. I keep putting my foot in my mouth." "No. It's my own problem." "Can't you solve it with magic?" "Magic isn't a cure-all, Shawn. The best it can do would be to block out the memory. But that wouldn't heal anything, and would actually slow my healing. This is just something I'm going to have to face on my own." "After all this time, you're still not able to face this?" Alanna's face returned to its old ice queen state. "Rape is not something you get over with a snap of your fingers. You try it and see how well you face it." Shawn saw the change to Alanna and apologetically said, "That WAS me putting my foot in my mouth. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" Seeing that he was sorry, the ice queen relaxed a bit. "No. And I accept your apology." Trying to break the mood, Shawn used his best little kid voice and asked, "So what'd you get me?" A small smile came to Alanna's face and she softened once more. Jokingly, she replied, "Everything a girl who was a guy only a couple weeks ago needs to make it in the woman's world." She grabbed one of the bags she brought in and pulled out a two piece swimsuit. "I got this for when you need to wash your car. I figure we'll just throw out the bottom and you can wear shorts or swim trunks." "Makes sense." With the bag in hand, she said, "Now for the more feminine garments I got for you," and reached into the bag and pulled out a bra. It was a simple white, cotton number without lace or frills, obviously built for durability and function, and not for beauty. "Doesn't seem too feminine, really." "Well, we're going for basic. Now if you're ever really interested in going all out, I'll buy you some frilly stuff. But you're not a cross-dresser or the like. We're just trying to present an illusion to the world more in keeping with the form your body has taken." Shawn took the bra in hand and slipped his arms through it. When he had trouble connecting it in back, Alanna gave him a hand, saying, "You should practice this until you can get in and out easily. Until then, connect it in front and pull it around your body. Although with your breast size, the friction and constant readjustment from doing that should give you more than enough incentive to learn to connect it behind your back." "Okay." Alanna once more went into the bag and pulled out a pair of panties. "I got these for when you're wearing a dress or skirt. Actually I got a few pair, just in case." "In case of what?" "In case you need to go a few days in a row wearing more womanly clothes. I figure most days, when you're wearing pants and/or shorts, you can wear your normal male underwear." Shawn took the panties and stepped into them. "They seem a little loose in the waist." "I got a size too large to accommodate your penis. And you seem to need it. The waistband may be loose, but you barely fit into the rest of it. Which is why you should always wear your clothes, whether dress, skirt, or pants, really loose, unless you want everyone to know about what you're packing down there." Shawn nodded his understanding. "So, I guess now it's time for the final stage? The dress?" "Not quite. Proper dress requires a slip." Alanna reached into the bag and pulled out a simple, white slip. Shawn took it from her, and slid into it. He smoothed it out, then asked, "Now the dress?" Alanna picked up a large box. "Now the dress." She opened the box and pulled out a simple, black dress. True to her word, the dress was very conservative, not only lacking any frills, but with a neckline that would betray little or no cleavage and a hem that would fall around the middle of his calves. Alanna helped him into it, and zipped him up. "There. You know, Shawn, you don't look half bad." Shawn stepped over to the mirror and took a look at himself. "I guess you're right." "You sound a little... down." "I guess I am. It isn't every day a guy finds out he looks good in a dress." Alanna stepped up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Shawn, there is no reason for you to feel depressed. The reason you look like you do is just a side effect of the spell upon you. It doesn't change who you are. It just changes what you look like." "I know. But I never expected to ever look like... this," he said, waving his hands down his body. "Shawn, do you want me to reverse the spell? Since Mary cast the spell, it won't be easy, but I think I could do it." Shawn thought about it. "No. June told me things would work out if I just stuck to that promise." "Okay. But if you ever want me to try, I will." "Thanks. So what's next, make-up?" "No, I didn't get any. Rachel has never been seen with any, so you can go with the natural look. I also got a hat with a veil for the funeral. It's kind of a dated look, but it's not so uncommon that you'll look strange with it." "Thanks. Now what?" "Stockings and heels." Alanna got out a couple packages of stockings and handed one of them to Shawn. "I figured the best way to show you how to put these on was to demonstrate with a pair of my own." Alanna sat down and stripped off her tennis shoes and socks. She waited for Shawn to take a seat where he could see her and got out the stockings. She put them on slowly, giving a running commentary on what she was doing for Shawn's benefit. Shawn followed her instructions, and although he managed to avoid snagging the hose, it did take a couple tries to get the seams even close to straight. After he got them on, Alanna handed him a pair of low heels to put on. He slipped his feet into them and walked around, feeling he was teetering on top of spikes. When he commented on it, Alanna responded, "If you're in those shoes for any length of time, you'll get used to that. Those are actually pretty low and wide as far as heels go." Alanna smiled mischievously. "If it turns out that you need more practice than just those, we can go for sudden immersion and get you a pair of 5" stilettos." Shawn knew she was only kidding, and replied, "I don't think that'll be necessary." Alanna laughed. "But seriously, you should practice in those tonight so you're not stumbling all over the place. A few hours should do it. You can spend most of the funeral in a chair, so you won't have to worry too much." "Okay. So now what?" "We're finished. We were trying to create the illusion of womanhood, not create a woman. Just try to limit interaction with others. You still don't much act like a woman." "Got it." "So what do you want to do?" "I want to finish cleaning my car. Half clean, it looks worse than it did before I started. Want to help?" Alanna shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" Alanna grabbed the base of her shirt, underneath her breasts, formed two tails, then tied them into a knot under her breast. "All ready." Shawn turned around. "Unzip me?" Alanna unzipped him, joking, "I'll bet this is the first time in history that the guy took longer to get ready than the woman did." "Hah-hah. Very funny." Shawn quickly got out of his female clothes, and put back on male boxers and a pair of shorts that Alanna had bought him in a woman's design to fit his new form. He then, with Alanna's help, put on the bikini top. "So now you're dressed," she commented. He looked down his own body. "This is hardly 'dressed'." He wasn't really angry or upset, but his statement was tinged with a bit of sarcastic irony. "True, but it is, technically at least, decent. Come on. If we work together, we can get this done in no time at all." They went back outside and worked together to clean the car. Alex slept peacefully in his basket, which was nearby, but out of the way. As they finished, Alanna stepped close and whispered, "You know you make a pretty girl. And you sure know how to shake those ta-ta's." Shawn grimaced and almost turned on her to say something nasty, but when he saw the grin on her face, he knew she was just teasing. "Alanna, would you mind a bit of constructive criticism?" Alanna looked at him with suspicion. "I suppose not." He started, "When washing a car," then he quickly blurted out, "never tease the guy with the hose!" while turning the nozzle on her. She shrieked like a little girl, and tossed her rag at him. She started around the car, throwing other rags and sponges at him. Finally, she ran out of ammo, and charged the hose, managing to wrestle it away from him. It was his turn to run a bit, before he grabbed the wash bucket, throwing the wet, soapy water at her. That distracted her long enough for him to get behind her and grab her, lifting her up, both of them laughing like kids. "Give up?!" he asked. "I give!" He put her down, and when she turned to look at them, their eyes caught each other. For them, they only looked at each other for a moment, but strangers looking on noticed that these two pretty women stared at each other overlong, staring until another car drove up. When Shawn and Alanna saw Mary pull up, they stopped their game and let go of each other. Mary got out of the car, and before either could even wave hello, she charged them, grabbing both by the arm and dragging them towards the house. Shawn swept up Alex as they went by, Mary dragging all of them inside. Inside, Mary saw the bags of clothes, and turned to Shawn. "Were these clothes your idea?" "Well, no-" Before Shawn could say anything more, Mary turned on Alanna. "What are you trying to do? Are you trying to punish Shawn indirectly by feminizing him? Tricking him or forcing him into women's clothes?" Alanna was shocked. "NO!" She turned to Shawn. "No, I swear!" Before either Shawn or Alanna could say anything more, Mary said, "Alanna, I invoke upon you the oath of witnessing. What was your intent in getting Shawn into women's clothes?" Alanna, knowing that the oath would help exonerate her, definitively said, "My only intent was to help him. As much as Shawn inside has not changed, his body is now that of a woman. Unless Shawn wants to become a shut-in and a recluse, he now has to accommodate for that fact." Mary, hearing the words from Alanna and knowing she couldn't lie under the oath, was mollified, but not happy. "Fine, but know this, the heads of the coven have determined that Shawn is not to be pushed into anything. Any ideas for anything he does must come from him. Understand?" Alanna meekly said, "Yes, ma'am." But before Mary could say anything more, Shawn said, "Mary, your coven heads are wrong." Mary was amazed. "Shawn, are you saying that Alanna did what you wanted? That you wanted to be in women's clothes?" Shawn gave her a look like she was stupid. "No. But Alanna was right. If I ever want to leave this house looking like this, I've got to dress the part. What were you going to do for the funeral tomorrow? Let me go dressed in sweats? That's the only thing I've got that fits any more. Or maybe you'd let me skip saying good-bye? 'Cause I sure wouldn't have thought of this." "That's why she shouldn't have done this." "That's why she should've. Mary, right now, I desperately need all the friends I can get. Not friends who will pay lip service to the word, but friends who will tell me what I need to hear, even if it's something I don't want to hear." "You sure you're okay with this?" "I have to be. Alanna's right. Unless I want to withdraw from society altogether I have to adjust to having this new body." "Then I'm sorry. To both of you. I should have been more thoughtful of what you were going through." Alanna said, "No problem." Shawn said, "But I have one more problem." "Yes." He pointed to his arm where Mary had grabbed him. "I am getting a little tired of people grabbing me by the arm and dragging me around like a rag doll. And this goes for both of you. So the next person who does it, gets turned over my knee and spanked. Got it?" Both ladies smiled, but said with mock fear, "Got it." "Good. Now would either of you like something to eat? It is almost dinner time." Mary said, "Nothing for me. I just stopped by to see how you were doing." Alanna said, "I can stay." After he excused himself and went into the kitchen, Mary said, "I really am sorry, Alanna." "No, you were just trying to protect Shawn. And with the way I've been treating him in the past I can understand why you might feel I was someone to protect him from." "You've really grown up, Alanna." "Thanks." Mary gave Alanna a hug and left. Alanna went into the kitchen where Shawn was making a salad. "I want to thank you for defending me." "It was no problem. You didn't do anything wrong." "Thanks, anyways. Need any help?" "Sure. Get a couple pork chops out of the freezer and stick them in the microwave to defrost 'em." As Alanna did as he asked, she couldn't help but stare at Shawn's "bubble butt" as he moved around. She thought, 'It's too bad Shawn really is male. He does make a cute woman.' ************ THE NEXT DAY... At the funeral, Rachel made a beautiful appearance. "She" cried real tears during the eulogy (performed by Mary) and played the good hostess, saying good-bye to the attendees after the services. When people asked about Shawn, he stated that Shawn had had a tearful breakdown and was unable to attend the funeral. The guests told "her" to give Shawn their best wishes. After the funeral, Shawn, Alanna, and Mary went back to his house, where Shawn had a real breakdown, sobbing shamelessly. Mary and Alanna were there for him, holding him while crying tears of their own. After the crying fit, Mary and Alanna put Shawn to bed, and slept the night there. When they all woke up, Shawn was feeling much better and the three of them spent the day reminiscing. ************ ONE MONTH LATER... Shawn drove down the highway towards home.as Rachel, had just finished with a business meeting with one of Shawn's clients. The behavior wasn't unusual. Shawn was a bit of a recluse, and June had handled most of the business side of his freelance programming, so no one batted an eyelash when "cousin Rachel" took over the business dealings rather than Shawn. The meeting had gone well and Shawn had arranged for a good price for his work, assuming he could get the programming done before the deadline, but that shouldn't be a problem. He'd have to put a lot of his time into it, but it should be finished on schedule. As he drove, Shawn was tempted to strip off his blouse and bra. He still wasn't comfortable in women's clothes, even if he did recognize the necessity of wearing them. He also didn't see how women could stand them. The bra straps alone were a pain in the ass. Add on the multiple layers, lingerie, slip, skirt, and blouse, and he was frying in the Autumn warmth. Alanna asked him why he didn't just wear business suits rather than dresses and skirts. His reply was that the open bottom was the only thing that helped keep him cool. The worst part was, it was that time of year where it was chilly enough in the morning to need a coat, but it warmed up enough later on, that the coat become just an extra weight that he had to carry around. But at least his home life was looking up. It still hurt to remember June, but at least Mary and Alanna were there to help him through the worst of things. He was still feeding Alex regularly, but at least his son could handle some solid foods now (mostly strained vegetables that he had more fun throwing around the room) and Shawn could get some business done with Alanna or Mary babysitting. But, even so, Shawn didn't like spending a lot of time away from Alex. So Shawn was now speeding his way towards home to the light of his life. But it was that very impatience to get home that brought him his troubles. As he drove down the road, he saw the lights of a police car flashing in his rear view mirror. He pulled over to the side of the road, got out his license and waited as the officer made his way up the sides of the cars. But as the officer approached, Shawn realized something. His license still had his old male identity. He had nothing official related to "Rachel". The officer stepped up to the window and said, "License and registration." "I'm sorry, officer. The car belongs to my cousin. And apparently when I ran out of the house this morning I grabbed his wallet instead of mine. I'm afraid I don't have any I.D. on me." The officer took the I.D. and registration, then looked Shawn over. Finally, he said, "I'm going to need you to step out of the car, ma'am."