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Trilogy Part 2 I had given up on this story when it seemed that Fictionmania was closing down. As it is now in the hands of other generous people I thought I'd write a bit more of it. So here is part two. As usual: This story is my intellectual copyright and it may not be sold, stored, archived or republished without my permission other than on Fictionmania's website. This is pure fiction... (c)Stephanie Walsh MM Part 2.: Love. The waves were breaking on the sandy beach, the sapphire sea stretching forever before him. A figure emerged from the sea, walking towards him. The water level dropping away from the naked body as its shadowy form approached. It was female, perfectly shaped. He ran down to the water's edge to greet the figure. As he approached, her face became visible. It was his own. Philip surfaced slowly, disorientated, she searched for a familiar object. A smiling face appeared in her field of vision. With an effort she focussed on the face recognising it as Rachael. 'Hello sweetheart,' Rachael leaned over and gave Philip a kiss. 'welcome back.' 'Ugh, I feel really woozy. Can I have a drink?' Rachael gently helped her to sip a little water. 'Thanks, that's a bit better. Am I... has he...' 'Yes darling, you're a woman now. It's all done. Duncan has even removed your breast implants as there was only a few millilitres of saline left in them. You're real all over!' Philip wept with happiness. 'I truly am Stephanie now.' She thought to herself. Stephanie and Rachael sat holding each others hands it quiet communion for 15 minutes when Duncan arrived. 'How are you feeling now, my dear?' 'Wonderful! thank you Duncan.' 'No problem Steph. I'll need to see you once a month for the next year to monitor you genetic adaptation. I've used the same viral vector to prepare your body for the uterus transplant in six months as I'll be using to modify the donor organ. Has Rachael explained what I've done down below.' Duncan spoke the last few words with a descending pitch to his voice. 'No... no not yet.' Well, I've used a novel approach that should help you heal quickly and give you a fully functioning vagina.' Duncan drew back the sheets, exposing Stephanie's pubic area. Rachael held a large mirror so that Stephanie could see. Duncan explained 'I've used a semi-ridged teflon coated nylon former it acts like a mould, shaping your new organs. It is inserted completely into your neo- vagina and will give it the correct shape as the swelling subsides. The vagina has been stretched to its maximum elasticity by the former and this will eliminate the need for dilation. When the catheter is removed in two or three days time you will be able to go home.' 'How long will I have to wear the former for?' 'Well, for the first week, all of the time. After that, just at nights for perhaps a month, but I would like you to wear it as often as possible at night until we do the transplant in about six months time.' 'I can walk around with it in place then?' 'Oh yes, you'll feel its presence when walking, but there is no reason for not to get on with your life. You can get up today as soon as you feel up to it.' With that, Duncan gave Stephanie a kiss on the cheek, 'And no sex for six weeks!' he whispered with a wicked grin, and then he took his leave. Stephanie asked Rachael to hold the mirror once more while she carefully examined herself. 'Have I got everything Rachael?' 'Oh yes Stephanie, I watched the whole thing. Duncan is a master. You have every little detail of a genetic woman and soon that is exactly what you'll be.' 'What does that mean Rachael?' 'Duncan says that once the uterus is in place you will have no Y chromosomes, they'll all be X. You will be a female in every sense of the words. You will have periods and you will be able to conceive.' 'Rachael this is all so wonderful! Why am I so lucky?' 'Stephanie, you're a really nice person and I think you must have been treated badly in a previous life.' Slowly Stephanie swung her legs over the edge of the bed, steadying herself with Rachael's support. 'Here, let me help you change into something a bit more sexy than that green hospital gown.' Rachael helped Stephanie put on her nightie and sit in the bedside easy chair. 'I'll be in to see you every day. Don't worry about work. I've told Mrs Forsythe what is happening and she sends everyone's love and says she'll see you when your ready to go back.' Stephanie did not have to wait too long to hear from work. The following day a large bunch of carnations arrived carried in by Carol. Rachael brought a mobile phone in and Stephanie was able to chat to David. No mention was made that Stephanie was in hospital. On Monday morning the catheter was removed and Stephanie was allowed to dress and go home. When she arrived home, Rachael fussed around her, settling her in. Alan had also been away over the weekend and did not know about Stephanie's hospital trip. When he arrived home on the Wednesday, Rachael cooly informed him that Stephanie was having a bad period and to be nice to her. Stephanie made a rapid recovery thanks to Duncan's ground breaking technique, and by the end of the week was fully mobile. The former did feel odd between Stephanie's legs but she very quickly got used to the sensation. At the end of the first week Stephanie ready to remove the former for the first time. Alan was away that week-end and so Rachael was more than willing to help. Waking on the Saturday morning she called to Rachael to tell she was ready to remove the former. Rachael came into the room and sat on the bed with Stephanie. Rachael pulled back the covers and Stephanie lifted her nightie, baring her pubic area. Stephanie grasped the former carefully and tugged gently, fearing that the it might have become stuck with congealed blood in the way that skin dressings can. The former moved smoothly, and with one motion Stephanie eased it out. The sensation of emptiness was strange. Looking at the mould she saw that it clearly was an exact negative of her new genitals. Then she realised the length of the vaginal canal that Duncan had created for her. Rachael broke the spell 'That seemed pretty easy. I don't think your going to have any problems with your boyfriend judging by the length of the vagina you now have!' 'It certainly looks long enough!' responded a somewhat awe struck Stephanie, 'Was that all the way in me?' 'Just think, sweetheart, that could be David's! Wouldn't that be yummy!' 'Rachael!' 'Just kidding! Now a shower for you I think, and I'll give the former a wash in some mild antiseptic solution and then you can practice inserting it.' After Stephanie had showered she returned to her room and removed the former from the antiseptic solution that Rachael had prepared and gave it a shake to remove the excess liquid. Lying on her back, propped up on pillows, she guided the shaft of the former to the entrance of her vagina. Using her free hand to part the lips slightly, she gently pressed the former in. It gilded in with hardly any difficulty. She had to manipulate the former slightly as it entered her, but it fitted back into place very easily. Stephanie looked up and smiled at Rachael. 'I think I can hardly wait for the real thing!' she grinned wickedly. Two weeks after the operation Stephanie was back at work, much to the joy of every one, not least because she was the one person who seemed to keep the network from falling over. Stephanie's strength rapidly returned and at the end of the fourth week she was ready to remove the former at night as well. The following weekend, David phoned to say that he was coming home. The week-end was a delight for both of them. Alan had obviously told David that Stephanie had been poorly recently or so it seemed because David was extra attentive. The week-end flew over with both Stephanie and David enjoying each others company immensely. Two months after her operation Stephanie knew that she could try out her "plumbing". She was expecting David again at the weekend. He had phoned to say that he had finished his continental work for a while and was coming home. 'I'm going to take a couple of days holiday next week baby. Is there any chance you could as well?' Stephanie though for a moment. 'Yes, it should be ok. I've not had a holiday this year so they should let me have a couple of days next week.' She promised to phone if there was a problem. Friday night arrived and Stephanie was waiting for David to call. She had removed her former and had packed it carefully away. She was wearing a figure- hugging pair of stretch slacks that left little to the imagination and a cotton knitted top with pictures of kittens playing embroidered into it. Her hair, shoulder length, was arranged in a French plat finished with a silk scarf bow. Rachael had answered the door to David and showed him in. Stephanie was sitting watching the television. Hearing David's voice she jumped up from the chair and flung herself into his arms. 'Hey, this is what I call a real welcome!' a delighted David exclaimed. 'David, take me away for the week end, please.' 'Sure baby, where do you want to go?' 'Can we go back to that hotel in Wales. I want to go back to that beach.' David took his mobile phone out of his pocket and punched ten numbers into it. 'Hello, do you have two rooms available from this evening until...' he paused and looked at Stephanie who responded excitedly, 'One double room until Wednesday' Slightly startled David spoke back into the phone, '...sorry, make that one double room until Wednesday?' Having completed the booking David guided Stephanie across to the settee and sat down beside her. 'Are you sure about this?' 'Oh yes David! I want to be with you all of the time. I don't want you out of my sight for a second.' 'Darling that's fine by me. I'll need to get some clothes on our way. I suppose your packed?' 'Yes my love. I'm all ready for you!' Stephanie kissed Rachael and Alan good bye and went with David out to the car. At 10 o'clock they registered at the hotel and went up to their room. David put the two bags on a stand in the corner of the room. 'What would you like to do now baby?' He asked with a smile. 'Boing, boing!' 'What? What does boing, boing mean?' 'Don't you remember the "Magic Roundabout?' 'Of course, that's the childrens' programme where Mr Zebeddee closed the show by popping up with that springing noise and say to Florence...' 'Time for bed!' Stephanie finished for him. Grinning, she turned her back on him and began to undress. Nude, she walked across to her case and pulled her favourite ivory nightie from the pack. Slipping it over her head she twirled round to face David. 'I'm ready!' Stephanie ran back to the bed and jumped in, pulling the sheets right up to her nose. Peeping out, she spoke to a bemused David. 'You've got a bit to go slowcoach!' David scrambled out of his clothes as if they were on fire and jumped into bed stark naked. Stephanie leaned over and gave him a long passionate kiss and then said 'goodnight', then she turned her back on him feigning sleep. David slumped in the bed and groaned loudly 'What am I going to do with this?' Stepahnie turned back over and put her hand down under the covers, grasping him. 'I guess that's my job.' The following morning after breakfast they went down on to the beach. The late summer sun was warm as they strolled along the sand. A very gentle breeze was blowing of the land, hardly enough to disturb the lapping water. Stephanie let go of David's hand and walked down to the water's edge alone. She stood there staring out to sea -as if searching. Quietly David joined her at her side. For timeless moments they both stood together staring at the sea. Coming to a decision, Stephanie broke the silence. 'David, there is something I have to tell you.' Taking his hand she guided him back to "their" sand dune. Sweeping her skirt beneath her she sat on the warm sand, David apprehensively sitting by her side. 'I have to tell you something very important about myself. Promise me that you wont interrupt or I'll never get through this.' David quietly agreed and sat in silence as Stephanie told him her story. '...and in a few months time everything will be complete and I'll be a woman in every possible way. David I love you so much I had to tell you everything.' Now it was Stephanie's turn to sit an worry about how things would end. David sat silently for long minutes. Finally he turned to Stephanie. 'Thank you for being so honest with me. There is something I have to do now.' Rising, he stood before her, staring at her face tenderly. Dropping down on to one knee he reached into his trouser pocket an pulled out a small box. Opening it, he offered it to her. A single one carat diamond mounted high in a 24 carat gold band was mounted in a blue velvet lined case. Taking the ring from the box he spoke to her. 'I have known about you from the moment you went into hospital to have your operation. Stephanie I love you with all of my heart. I want you to marry me.' Weeping tears of happiness Stephanie stretched out her hand. Carefully, David slid the ring on her finger, then leaning forward the two lovers embraced. Walking along the beach arm in arm, Stephanie cuddling up to her man, she turned and looked up at his eyes. 'How did you know about me?' 'Duncan is my brother. He never mentioned your name, but did tell me about this wonderful girl that was part of his project who was a whizz with networks. From his description I wondered if it might be you.' 'And you still love me?' 'Stephanie, I love who you are, not who you were. And in any case, I know how good Duncan's work is!' he said smiling. 'And before you ask, yes I do want children, one of each!' Stephanie gave a deep sigh of happiness and turned to face the sea, 'David I love you so much, you can have as many babies as I can produce!' Rachael admired Stepahnie's ring. 'It's gorgeous Steph. It really look great on your hand. Oh you are so lucky!' 'Me lucky? I was expecting a one and a half karat ring!' Stephanie teased Rachael. 'Yes I am very lucky.' Rachael was almost overcome with excitement for her adopted sister's fortune. 'When are you going to get married? Next spring? When?' 'I don't really know about when. We haven't talked about that yet. David still has a lot of travelling to do and I have my final transplant to cope with so I don't really know when we'll tie the knot.' Stephanie paused and then took hold of Rachael's hands. 'Will you be my chief bridesmaid? Please Rachael, I want you to be there with me.' 'Of course I'll be your bridesmaid. I'd have thumped you if you hadn't of asked me! Who is going to give you a way? Have you thought about that?' 'Hell, no. I don't know. Both my parents are dead and I don't really have any close relatives.' She paused and though for a moment. 'Do you think Alan would give me away?' Rachael laughed delightedly. 'I'll never make love to him ever again if he refuses!' 'Have you thought about marrying Alan?' 'He hasn't asked me yet, but yes I have but I haven't decided when.' 'Do you fancy a double wedding?' 'Now there's a thought.' Rachael mused over the idea that Stephanie had planted in her head. 'You'll need a new chief bridesmaid and "Father of the Bride" if we do go for the double.' 'Rachael, I feel so close to you that I just don't want to be parted from you - you so much part of my life now, owe so much of my happiness to you.' The two girls started to cry, wrapping their arms around each other, they hugged and comforted each other. The following morning, Rachael and Stephanie went into work as usual. This time Stephanie had a new item of jewellery she wanted to show off. During the morning coffee break Stephanie made a big show of passing the coffee cups to the other girls so that her new ring flashed in the sunlight that was streaming in through the office window. Oohs and aahs filled the air as the girls spotted the ring. 'Oh Stephanie. Its a gorgeous ring.' Exclaimed Carol. 'David must love you very much to buy such a big diamond. It must have cost him well over a thousand pounds. Did you know he was going to propose to you? Here, please let me try it on!' Flushed with pleasure and pride, Stephanie reluctantly eased the ring off her finger and passed on to Carol. While Carol admired the ring on her wedding finger, turning it this way and that to catch the light, Stephanie explained how David had proposed to her. It was Sandra who thoughtlessly destroyed the moment. 'I didn't think you would be able to marry David.' She commented. 'What do you mean?' inquired Rachael 'Well, I thought that same sex marriage was not legal ... in ......this ........ country.' Her speech slowing as the implications of what she was saying dawned on her. 'Oh Stephanie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that' Too late, the damage was done. A look of horror followed by one of despair flashed over Stephanie's face. 'Rachaeeel!!!.' The wail was piercing -the cry of a woman in pain. Rachael rushed to her adopted sister's side and cradled her head in her bosom. 'Look at me Steph, look at me' she commanded. Stephanie tearfully looked up into the loving face of her friend. 'There is an answer to this, I will find an answer!' Her adopted sister's determination instilled comfort and returned some of the confidence she had lost back into Stephanie. Rachael pulled a dainty hankie from her bag and mopped away Stephanie's tears. 'We'll talk to Duncan, I'm sure he can help us. We will go around to the hospital after work and see what he thinks. Now dry your tears sweetheart and let's get back to work.' Duncan was completely unperturbed by the girls' story. He reacted in his usual urbane way. 'I don't see that there will be a problem.' 'How can you say that, Duncan? Same sex marriages are illegal, and Stephanie was born a male.' 'Ah yes, born a male, but no longer a male.' was his cool reply. 'The problem seems to be the birth certificate. Stephanie's shows that she was born male. We can demonstrate that she is completely female by any legal definition.' 'How can you do that?' Rachael's question was one of hope and also curiosity. Duncan walked across to a filling cabinet and pulled a couple of A4 sized film negatives from a folder. Walking over to a light box he clipped the films in. The girls clustered around and peered at the images glowing on the machine. The images seemed to be enlarged bar codes, the sort of symbol found on all goods sold in stores. 'These are electrophoresis DNA "fingerprints" of Philip and Stephanie. Can you see any differences?' Stephanie looked very closely but both images appeared identical and she said so. Duncan took one of the films and placed it over the other so that the bars exactly coincided. He then began lifting the top film up and down, like a cartoon flip book. Both girls spotted the difference at the same time. 'That bar is much fainter and thinner on Stephanie's film than Philip's.' They both exclaimed excitedly. Stephanie looked hopefully at Duncan. 'What does it mean Duncan?' 'This film is from one of your blood tests I did earlier this week. The faint bar you can see is what remains of your "Y" chromosomes. As you can see it is very faint compare to the other one. I can show that you are genetically becoming a woman and when you have your transplant you will be a fully functioning genetic woman. They will have to issue you with a new birth certificate.' Duncan sat down and grinned at the girls smugly. 'Will they do that?' Rachael asked pensively. 'They will have to. There is already a precedent where a hermaphrodite was registered as a girl but decided to live as a man. They will have to change Stephanie's certificate rather than being taken to the Court of Justice in Strasbourg again.' 'But will I have to go to court to fight for the change?' she asked. 'Maybe once -to show that you are a real person, but don't worry about the details I'll see to that!' 'Put what about the cost?' 'Well there are two points I want to make about that.' Duncan responded, 'The first is that I fully intend to publish a paper of my work with you, I'll disguise the real you of course, but it will be the scientific details that will be the theme. Once this hits the world, I expect to be able to sell the technique to a large pharmaceutical company and make quite a profit for both of us.' 'And the second?' A smiling Stephanie asked. 'You're going to marry my brother, and he is totally smitten with you, so I will make completely sure that all goes well for my new sister-in-law!' he smiled. This time as Stephanie hugged and kissed Duncan there were actually tears in his eyes. 'I didn't know you were such a big softie.' Rachael commented. 'Thank you for everything you've done for Steph.' Back home, the girls changed into their nighties and sat together in front of the fire and t.v. Stephanie had put her hair into a ponytail with a pink scrunchie to hold it in place, and was sitting with her legs tucked under her, snuggled up to Rachael. The television was on with the sound turned very low showing a natural history programme about merekats. Stephanie turned to Rachael. 'Do you think it will work out?' 'If anybody can do it, Duncan can.' She replied. 'He knows what he's doing and I think he anticipated this problem.' Silence fell as the two focused on the antics of the cute creatures on the screen in front of them. At 11.00 p.m. they decided to go to bed. As they reached Stephanie's bedroom door, Stephanie looked demurely at Rachael. 'Would you sleep with me tonight, Rach, I feel very lonely?' 'Of course sweetheart,' She responded, 'I could do with the companionship myself.' The two climbed into Stephanie's bed, hitching their nighties up a little so they could lift their legs in. Immediately they reached out to each other under the covers and snuggled up. Sighing contentedly they lay in each other's embrace. Rachael broke the silence. 'I've been thinking Steph, David is going to want you to go and live with him soon.' 'Yes I realise that,' Stephanie mournfully replied, 'I love him very much but it will be so hard to leave you. You are as close to me as any blood sister could be. I don't know what I'll do with out you.'' Silence descended again. 'I have a plan!' Rachael's melodramatic announcement heralding another of her ideas. 'Why don't you ask David to move in and live here with you, and I'll ask Alan to come and live with me. We can be two couples living in the same house - it will be great fun!' 'Oh Rachael, that would be fabulous! I'd could be with the most important people in my life as much as possible. It's a great idea! 'There's plenty of room in this big house and we could get the boys to decorate the place up a bit!' Now that the future looked more rosy, the girls settled to sleep. Work the following day was not as bad as Stephanie feared. Sandra was full of apologies but Stephanie reassured her that no harm had been done. 'It OK Sandra. In a way you did me a favour. I have to get my legal status clarified, and I think I'm on my way to doing that now.' Stephanie, I really am so sorry. I just didn't realise what I was saying. I can be a bit of an idiot at times. I do hope we are still friends?' Stephanie was touched by Sandra's last comment. She still didn't realise just how much she was liked by the other girls in the office. That night after dinner, Rachael and Stephanie settle down for a chat. 'When are you seeing David next.' 'I'm not too sure, he's off on his travels again. He is going to Germany this time. The company have a client in Konstance and he has to go and show them the ropes on the new equipment they have just had installed. What about Alan?' Rachael gazed at the fire. 'Much the same I think. He has gone down to London and won't be back for a while.' Stephanie went quiet for a few moments and then drew in her breath. 'Rach, I like sleeping with you last night. Do you think while the boys are away we could sleep together?' 'Steph, that's a wonderful idea. I liked sleeping together as well! I'll tell you what, we can take it in turns to sleep in each other's bed!' Both girls laughed delightedly at the idea. At 10.30 they decided to call it a night and go to bed. Both girls were completely comfortable with being naked around each other, and while one was taking her make-up off in the bathroom, the other would relieve herself on the toilet. Stephanie went into her bedroom and picked up her favourite ivory nightie, the one she had worn the night she had given herself to David. Climbing in to bed alongside Rachael, she lay back staring at the ceiling and sighed. Rachael glanced sideways. 'Are you ok?'. 'Umm.' 'What are you thinking about?' 'The other night in the hotel in Wales when David and I went to bed.' 'Did you... you know,... did you?' 'Yes.' Frustration started to boil in Rachael. 'Don't tease madam, tell me, did you do it? Did you like it? Was he good?' Stephanie turned on her side and looked at her adopted sister. 'Yes I did do it, yes it was great, and he is good. We made love several time that night.' 'Well, it seems you really are a woman now!' 'Oh Rachael I'm so happy with my life.' The pair chatted for a little while longer with Rachael giving Stephanie the benefit of her experience with men. The two girls almost talked themselves to sleep. The winter passed quickly. The boys moved in with the two girls just before Christmas. Christmas day its self was just the four of them, but Boxing Day was a blast with all of their friends around. The party lasted for 12 hours and everyone agreed that It had been one of the best of the season. David and Stephanie redecorated their bedroom. David wallpapered the room to Stephanie's design. Soft pastel apricots with delicate nymphs playing was the theme. David manfully did the wall papering while Stephanie, wearing her hair under a satin square, managed to paint herself and her skin tight stirrup slacks with white gloss paint while she worked on the woodwork. The final result was worth it, with matching bed linen and curtains completing the rather feminine room. As a concession to David, Stephanie allowed him to display large photographs from his travels on the walls. Sitting at the dresser she surveyed the display. On the left was all of her perfumes and make-up. On the right, David's lotions and expensive after-shaves. 'This is what it is like to be married' she thought. Stephanie's final operation was rapidly approaching now. Duncan had booked her in to his clinic for the end of March. The day dawned and Rachael helped an excited Stephanie to pack her case for the hospital. 'Are you going to take this nightie, Steph?' 'Oh yes, I love wearing that. The embroidery anglaise on the bust is sooo feminine. I'll take my matching satin robe as well' Stephanie and Rachael discussed each garment in detail as it went into the case. Stephanie's wardrobe was a match for any young working girl now -since that is where most of her money was spent. Finally the case was packed and Stephanie dragged it down the stairs to the front door. 'Well, that's that! I suppose I just have to wait until tomorrow now.' 'Don't worry about a thing Stephanie. Mrs Forsythe has agreed that I can take the afternoon off as well to drive you to the hospital. Has Duncan said when they will do the op'? 'Tomorrow he says, first thing in the morning.' 'How do you feel Steph, are you scared? 'No!' Stephanie almost shouted her reply, 'I can't wait to have it done. I will be a completely whole woman Rachael. I've come such a long way since you "outed" me. I can not tell you how grateful I am for your support and help in my transition. I love you as much as anyone could love their sister.' The two girls hugged and kissed each other with some passion. Finally parting, Rachael looked tearfully at her. 'Let's go.' They arrived at the hospital 45 minutes later and went directly to the private suit Duncan had arranged for Stephanie. A staff nurse greeted the two girls with a warm smile and politely enquired which one would be having the operation. Both collapsed in a fit of giggles at this, leaving a faintly embarrassed nurse patiently waiting for an answer. 'I'm sorry nurse, its me.' Stephanie owned up wearing a shamed-faced grin. 'No problem Miss Walsh, would you like to undress and get into bed please. I'll be along in a little while to take some blood samples and give you a mild sedative if you feel apprehensive.' The nurse left the two still giggling girls to explore the room. Rachael wandered over to the t.v. and switched it on. An Australian soap was on so both of them found their eyes magnetically dragged to the screen. Sitting on the bed the two 'telly addicts' watched the programme until the end. As the title music played it was if someone had thrown a switch -the pair got of the bed and began to unpack Stephanie's case without a word about the programme. Stephanie undressed and put her street clothes into the case for Rachael to take home and launder and then she pulled a baby blue satin nightie over her head. She was just arranging the covers over her lap when the nurse returned with a stainless steel kidney dish with a number of hypodermics and a canula in it. The nurse swabbed the back of Stephanie's hand with alcohol and inserted the canula. She then drew the first of three hypodermics of blood. Each vial was carefully sealed and labelled. 'I'll leave the canula in because you will need a saline drip for your operation. Now if you don't mind I need to shave you for tomorrow.' 'Well, this is it.' Rachael stood. ' I think I had better be going now. I'll see you tomorrow after your operation. Bye for now sweetheart.' The girls kissed each other goodbye and Rachael waved from the door as she carried Stephanie's case out to the car. The nurse lifted Stephanie's nightie and got busy with the soap and razor. Stephanie had just settled into the bed, tugging the hem of her nightie down below her when Duncan breezed in. 'Hi Gorgeous!' he boomed. Duncan sat on the bed and began to explain the details of the operation. 'Your new uterus and ovaries are all ready, and they will be a perfect genetic match. I just have to mark a dotted line and then the nurse can give a little something to help you relax. 'Here we go again.' Stephanie thought as she rolled the bed covers down and lifted her nightie back up. Duncan leaned over and marked a purple line along a skin fold across the top of her inverted pubic triangle. 'In six months you'll hardly see a scar.' He said with a grin. 'There that's it for now. Have a good night's sleep and I'll see you bright and early in the morning.' Leaning over he gave a somewhat embarrassed girl a kiss on the cheek and then he was off on his rounds whistling loudly. Stephanie tugged her nightie down again as the nurse returned. 'Well, Miss Walsh, I've got a mild sedative here that will help you sleep.' The nurse reached over to the canula in Stephanie's arm and injected her with the drug. Stephanie watched the light collapse into a dot, like reversing into a dark tunnel at high speed, as unconsciousness claimed her. ### Comments (nice ones only) and suggestions to... [email protected]