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Sometimes the More Things Change ...
by
Bill Hart
A year had passed since Dr. Tomlin had convinced the powers that be
of the potential implied by her radical theories on the nature of
time and the possibility of time travel. She'd often wondered during
the months of negotiations with the government if the time taken would
have been substantially reduced if she'd been a man.
Now, Dr. Marlene Tomlin, lost in thoughts of past events, stood and
stared at the newly-constructed capsule sitting on the floor of her
government-owned temporal physics laboratory. It was her new theories
that had led to the capsule's design. And the government grant she'd
worked so hard to obtain had paid for its construction.
But would it provide the final solution to her problem?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Her theories were indeterminate with regard to solving her particular
problem, but, unlike most temporal theories which held the past as
inviolate, they implied that small changes could be made to past
events without totally disrupting the cohesion of the universe as a
whole. Instead only a microcosm centered closely around the event
would be altered - how much was unknown.
The plan she'd shaped was simple - incredibly simple.
To solve her problem, Dr. Tomlin planned to use the capsule to travel
back in time to the very day of her conception and, somehow, delay the
sexual intercourse between her parents that had resulted in her mother
becoming pregnant with her. It had taken nearly a year to convince
her parents to tell her, to the best of their recollections, when
she'd been conceived. Neither of them had wanted to speak of such
personally intimate details, but she was their daughter and
eventually her persistence had worn their resistance away.
She knew it wouldn't take long - a minute or two, at most - for her
plan to succeed. With the delay she intended to cause, a different
sperm from her father would fertilize her mother's egg. And even
though her theories indicated that little else would actually change,
Marlene would cease to exist. She would become another person.
And Marlene hoped, and perhaps prayed, that the new person she would
become would have formed from the fertilization of her mother's ovum
with one of her father's sperm that carried his "Y" chromosome.
In simple terms, she was hoping for a trans-temporal sex change.
It wasn't that she disliked being female. In fact, in the past
several months she loved who she was and how her life had gone.
She and her fiance, Tom Miller, were scheduled to be married in
two weeks in a small intimate seaside chapel in Santa Barbara.
Tom and Marlene had met when she'd been in graduate school. She was
a couple of years older than Tom, who'd been the university's star
quarterback before blowing out his knee. But the two of them were
so compatible that it seemed they had known each other forever.
And if the time she'd already spent in Tom's bed was any indication
of married life, heaven was just two short weeks away.
But she'd been her parents first child and they'd been far stricter
with her upbringing than they had either of her brothers. It always
seemed to her that her brothers always got anything and everything
they asked for, while she had to scrimp for everything.
It wasn't fair, she'd often thought.
Then there were the long negotiations with the government to
convince them of her theories. They'd dragged forever, and more
than one of her colleagues, both male and female, had told her it
was because she was a woman.
It wasn't fair. But it wasn't the first time she heard that rationale
used against her. And she doubted it would be the last.
But life was seldom fair. And as a result of all this unfairness she
perceived, she had an almost undeniable feeling that she had been
meant to have been born male. But something had intervened changing
what should have been. It was an old feeling, but now she had the
means to act on it. Perhaps she could even change it now.
She'd been afraid to tell Tom about her plans. How could she tell
the man who loved her that if things went as she expected, she'd
return to this time a man? How could she tell him that they would
never be together again?
But she had needed someone to help her in the control room. So she
had told him everything. And he had listened intently to every word
she'd said. When she'd finished, Tom had told her that he loved her
and if this would make her happy, then it would make him happy.
Wasn't that what love was all about. And then he had surprised her
once more by volunteering to help her in any way he could.
Her memories were interrupted, as Tom entered the lab.
"Hello, beautiful," he said. "Are you ready? Or have you decided to
remain with me in this life?"
"I wish I could, Tom." replied Marlene. "But this is something I just
must do."
"I understand, Marlene. I hope you'll be able to remember that I'll
always love you. And if something goes wrong, I'll be here, waiting
to hold you, when you return."
Marlene could say nothing more, but Tom saw her wipe a tear from her
eye, as she opened the capsule's door and entered. She sat down at
the capsule's controls. While setting them to the date of her
conception, she laughed as her mother's words echoed in her mind.
"You were born nine months and a week after your father and I first
rolled in the hay." How like her conservative mother.
She turned her head toward the adjacent wall, where the mirror she had
requested was bolted securely. Briefly she looked at her reflection,
before she turned back to the controls. It was time.
She pushed the large green button.
The capsule disappeared.
Although she had not known what to expect, traveling through time was
nothing like she thought it might be. It was like an airplane flight,
very smooth with some occasional light turbulence. She occasionally
glanced at the mirror, thinking that if, for some reason, she started
to change, she'd abort the trip.
The capsule materialized near her parents' farmhouse. Within minutes
of its arrival, it landed not far from their front door. Marlene
had not been back here since she'd left to go away to school. She
was surprised as she looked out the view port, that it hadn't changed,
even now, that she was back before she'd even been born.
Just in case something went wrong and she'd have to hurry to get away,
Marlene reset the capsule's controls to return to her laboratory.
Then she opened the door. She hurried over to the farmhouse door.
She knocked.
There was no answer.
She knocked again.
There was still no answer.
One more time she knocked, banging on the door with every ounce of
strength she could muster. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation
ripple through her body, as she heard a man's voice from inside shout
"Hold yer shirt on. I'm comin'."
The door opened.
"Hello, sir. I'm Dr. Tomlin, and ..."
"Nobody here needs a doc, right yet, that is." said the man standing
in the doorway. "Maybe in a few months. Why doncha come back in
about nine months, if ya catch my drift." He slammed the door shut.
"I've interrupted my parents. That tingling sensation must mark a
change in my body. I must no longer be Marlene Tomlin. I've got to
get back to the capsule. I've got to check my new self for changes
in the mirror."
Another tingling sensation rippled through the doctor's body.
After a stimulating and hasty return to the capsule, the initial
excitement disappeared, replaced by disappointment. There was no
change. The image reflected in the mirror was exactly the same as
it had been before. Nothing had changed. The trip was a failure.
Sadly, it was time to go home.
The capsule door was closed. Then the large red button was pushed
to activate the panel for the smooth flight home.
Unexpectedly, there was another tingling sensation. For a moment,
there was hope, but a glance up at the mirror showed the same
unchanged reflection looking back.
Then once again - one final tingle. But as before, disappointment
marked the only change in Dr. Tomlin's reflected face.
And then the capsule came to rest in Dr. Tomlin's near-empty lab.
As the capsule door opened, the voice of the lone occupant in the lab
spoke out. "It didn't work, did it?"
"No. I am exactly the same as I was when I left. Nothing has
changed." came the reply.
"It doesn't really matter, does it?"
"I guess not."
"Remember just before you left, I told you I'd always love you. That
I'd be here when you returned, if something went wrong. Why don't we
put all of this behind us and get married in two weeks just like we
planned."
"Have I told you how much I love you?"
And as the couple embraced, the disappointment at the failure of the
trip faded away.
Two weeks later, they were married in a small intimate seaside chapel
in Santa Barbara, just as they had planned. All of their friends were
crowded into the chapel as the pair exchanged their vows.
Everyone thought they were the perfect match for each other.
Everyone thought the bride was especially radiant.
That night, as they lay together, the young bride turned and asked her
husband, "Any regrets, darling?"
He thought for a moment. He still had those strange feeling that he
was meant to have been born female. But why he felt that way was a
mystery. The feeling would probably never go away completely.
But right now, as he looked deeply into his wife's eyes, none of that
seemed overly important. And he couldn't help but smile at her, as
he remembered the many times he'd spent in the bed of the university's
former head cheerleader. Heaven, he thought, was indeed now.
"I have no regrets," replied Dr. Martin Tomlin. "None at all, Tina,
my love."
END
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