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Dancing In The Daylight By Julie "How long are you going to be out of town?" Larry asked Ginny as she packed her suitcase. The two of them had been best friends since junior high. That hadn't changed when they married after they had graduated high school. If anything, love made the friendship even stronger. "I have to install the new computer system in our New Jersey branch over the weekend and then help iron out the bugs over the following day or two. If the training department did their job right, I should be able to fly back Tuesday night. If not, it might be as late as Friday," she answered with a sigh. "So at the best, you will be gone five days," Larry figured, counting on his fingers, "and eight days if you have to clean up someone else's mess." "That about sums it up," Ginny said, locking the suitcase. "At least the travel pay and bonus I will be getting should just about cover the last of my student loans." "Thank God. Once we have cleared that up, we can look into buying a house and starting a family," Larry said as he pulled Ginny into his arms for a hug. "God, I hate being away from you, Babe. If Jerry hadn't gone and busted his leg skateboarding while trying to impress some girl ten years his junior, he would be making this trip. I felt like breaking his other leg when I found out I was the one taking his place on this job," Ginny growled. "Well, a broken leg is the least of his worries. When his wife found out what he was doing, she called her lawyer. He's going to wish he had broken his neck before she gets through with him." "How did we get so lucky? I look around and all I see is infidelity and divorce. And then there's us," Larry said as he kissed his wife of six years. He wished there was more time before Ginny had to leave for the airport. He had a few ideas on how to spend the time, but she had only found out an hour ago that she had to fly out this evening. "I know," she said, returning his kisses and caressing his back, "I can't imagine anyone else making me feel the way you do. I love you so much!" "Do you need a ride to the airport?" Larry asked, as he slowly pulled away. "No, I called a cab. I might as well take advantage of the hefty travel allowance I'm getting on this trip. Damn, there it is now," she said, as a horn announced the arrival. Larry grabbed her luggage as she picked up her laptop and the two of them walked to the awaiting taxi. After one more kiss, she was gone. * * * * * * Friday morning, Larry drove to the area where he and Ginny normally jogged on the weekends. A woman Ginny worked with told her about this place as being not only a safe place for a woman to run, but very beautiful as well. They had been jogging here for about a month now, but this was the first time he would be here alone. He had arranged to take the morning off to go shopping for Ginny's birthday present before she found out she had to leave town. Now he had all weekend to find the perfect gift. Her birthday was in two weeks, but he couldn't do anything while she was around. After checking to be sure his shoelaces were tight, Larry did a few stretching exercises to warm up, and then started out. The trail wound around what the residents of the area called a lake. Actually, he thought it was just a large pond. As he fell into his normal rhythm, he wondered at what point a large pond became a small lake. Shaking his head at these silly thoughts, Larry noticed the number of ducks swimming on the water. These birds were so used to people jogging past that they noted his passing with just a few quacks and then went about their own business. Larry had never noticed the ducks before. As he jogged along, he realized that as he and Ginny jogged, his attention seemed to always be one of two places. Either he jogged at her side and watched her breasts bounce with each step, or he dropped back and stared in fascination at the sway of her hips and the flexing muscles in her legs. No, he never saw the ducks. As he finished the lap around the pond/lake, the path turned into a wooded area. At this point they usually slowed to a walk to let their bodies cool down. Larry was amazed at the amount of wildlife that was just a few hundred yards from a residential area. Squirrels scurried from tree to tree. A frog hopped across the trail on its way to the water. He saw the bright red flash of a cardinal. As he glanced overhead, through the canopy of branches he saw a hawk soar past looking for a meal. 'Some of these trees have to be at least a hundred years old,' he thought as he went deeper into the wooded area. The branches met overhead forming a canopy of leaves. The sunlight filtering through in glowing beams gave the path an almost enchanted appearance. If he let his imagination go, he could almost convince himself he was deep in a forest with no one else around. Breathing deeply, Larry continued to look at the scenery. Up ahead he saw an unusual sight. The tree was one of the older ones judging by the girth of the trunk and its height. There was a split in the trunk and you could see that it was hollow. If you didn't care about spiders and such he imagined a person could stand inside the tree. What was unusual was that the tree was still very much alive. All the branches were covered in leaves that rustled in the breeze. "How can a tree be hollow and alive at the same time?" he wondered out loud. As he drew closer, his confusion grew. All he knew was he had to see what was keeping the tree alive. He stepped off the path and made his way through the thick brush towards the tree. In some places the brush was so thick he couldn't see where he was stepping. He hoped there were no snakes. His eyes hadn't deceived him; the tree was hollow. As he stepped around to the back, he saw that the ground sloped away and he didn't believe what he saw. In the clearing below the tree, there was a woman. She was beautiful and she was dancing with her eyes closed. Her dress, if you could call it that, looked more like mist clinging to her body, it was that sheer. He could see every curve on her body. She was singing softly, but he didn't understand the words. Her hair was long, touching her buttocks, and so black that it seemed to absorb the light around it. He couldn't help staring. After all, who expects to come upon a nearly nude, beautiful woman dancing among the trees? Disbelief compelled him to stare, to try to find a rational explanation for the sight in front of him. As she raised her hands up into the air, she opened her eyes and saw him. Her dark eyes hardened in anger as she realized she had been observed. Larry felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. "How dare you stare at me?" she demanded. "Don't you realize what you have done? You have set my plans back for over a year now! And how did you get past my confusion spell? Are you a wizard?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. The sight of you was so unexpected. All I wanted to do was see what was keeping the tree alive and?confusion spell? Wizard? What are you talking about?" Larry asked, even more confused than ever. "You are a mortal?" she screeched. "You have seen something no one as low as yourself should ever see. I can't believe my plans were ruined by a mere mortal! Well, I will fix that and teach you what it is like to be so rudely stared at!" With that, she pointed a long finger at him and began to chant what seemed to be gibberish. The air around the woman seemed to glow. All the sound in the area diminished to an eerie silence. Larry wasn't sure if it got quiet or if he just couldn't hear anymore. It seemed to get darker and darker until everything went black. * * * * * * The cab pulled up in front of the apartment complex. Ginny grabbed her luggage after hurriedly paying the cabby. She was both afraid and eager to enter the apartment. She had spoken to Larry last on Friday evening. He said he wasn't feeling well. Saturday he contacted her via the Internet on her laptop. He seemed a bit distracted. He said he had lost his voice among other things, but he wouldn't elaborate. After that, nothing. She had called and called but only got the answering machine. She even called a friend to ask if she would come over and check on Larry to see if he was all right. The friend found the apartment locked and no one answered her repeated knocking. Ginny pushed everyone and managed to finish the job in record time. That was how she managed to arrive back late on Monday afternoon. She had called Larry's work and his boss said that when he had gotten to work this morning, there was e-mail from Larry. It said that he needed to take off for a while, he was sorry for the short notice, and would he notify Human Resources that he would be on vacation for at least the next two weeks. No details, just that. As she opened the door, she noticed how dim it was inside. The windows were one of the things that she and Larry loved about the apartment. The apartment was always flooded with light. Now all the curtains and blinds were shut. "Larry? Honey, I'm home," she called out as she closed the door and dropped her luggage. "Babe, answer me, please!" As she walked by the kitchen, she noticed dishes on the counter with the food half eaten. It was so dried that it had to have been there several days. She and Larry both were a little lax in doing the dishes on occasion, but they never sat with food on them and never for more than a few hours. "Larry?" she called, her voice trembling. As she entered the bedroom she heard a slight shuffling noise from Larry's side of the room. "Honey? Is that you?" she called, tears in her voice. In the corner, on the floor, sat a woman. Her knees were pulled up in front of her and her head was resting on them. Her hair was dull and matted and in need of washing. As a sharp aroma reached her nose, Ginny realized that her hair wasn't the only thing that needed washing. Then she noticed that the woman was wearing one of Larry's shirts and nothing else. "Who are you?" Ginny asked, on the verge of panic. "Nobody?I'm no one?I'm not real," the woman babbled. "Where's my husband? Where's Larry?" Ginny demanded. "Gone?Larry's gone," she answered in a monotone, rocking back and forth. Her eyes were distant and blank looking. "Gone where? For how long? Answer me!" Ginny demanded when the woman just continued rocking. "Don't know?she knows?don't know?I'm not real." "She?who is she?" Ginny was yelling, fighting the terror that seemed to be creeping inch by inch up her throat. "Don't know?don't know?gone." "Look, if you don't tell me where my husband is, I'm calling the police and have them lock you up!" Ginny threatened. The woman just continued rocking. Ginny turned and reached for the phone. "Birthday present?broken headlight," the woman muttered. Ginny froze. "What did you say?" The woman stopped rocking and looked up. "My birthday present broke the headlight," the woman said. Suddenly her eyes focused. "Help me, Ginny!" More afraid and confused than ever, Ginny sat down on the floor in front of the woman, staying out of arms reach. "Tell me about the birthday present and the broken headlight," Ginny said. "When we were seniors in high school, I took you out driving on my birthday in my Dad's car. You didn't have any money for a present, but you wanted to do something 'special' for me. I told you, you didn't have to, but you insisted. We were in the park, in a secluded area, and you began to?you know?pleasure me. You were so involved in what you were doing that you didn't realize that you had bumped the stick shift and knocked the car out of gear. I was so caught up in the pleasure and your head was in my lap and neither one of us noticed the car start rolling. When we hit the tree, the headlight was busted," the woman said. "How do you know about that? Did Larry tell you?" Ginny asked. "You were so embarrassed. You said if anyone ever found out that you would just die. I told my Dad that my foot slipped and I was real sorry. I was grounded for a week and lost car privileges for a month. I NEVER told another soul. It was the best birthday present I ever got. We would joke that my birthday present broke the head light." "Oh, my God! Larry?" Ginny whispered. The woman broke down and started crying. Her body shook with the force of her sobs. "I didn't think you would believe me?that I was Larry," she sobbed. "I have trouble believing this and it's happening to me." Ginny moved forward and put her arms around the sobbing woman. "I know I shouldn't believe you. Your being Larry is impossible. Yet there is something inside of me that is telling me you are indeed my husband. It's the same thing I felt when you asked me to marry you," Ginny confessed. "But how did this happen?" Larry explained about the tree and seeing the woman. "After what seemed to be a moment or two, I was standing on the jogging path again," he explained. "I felt so tired. What had happened seemed like it had just been a dream or a product of an overactive imagination. I went home and took a shower. As I was stepping out of the shower, I noticed the drain was clogged with hair. All my body hair has just?washed off. My legs and chest were completely hairless. My body ached, as if I was coming down with the flu or something. My voice started sounding a bit squeaky. You heard me when I called you. I told you I told you I wasn't feeling very well." When Larry stopped, Ginny put her arms back around him. "Go on, Babe," she encouraged. "Well, I went to bed after taking a couple of aspirin. When I woke up, I felt worse than when I went to bed. It felt as if every muscle in my body had been strained somehow. When I managed to get to the bathroom, I saw in the mirror that my brown hair had turned red and was twice as long. ALL my hair was red. My voice sounded like I should be doing phone sex. I couldn't talk to you. You wouldn't believe it was me, so I got in touch with you via the Internet." "You seemed so distracted when you did. I started to worry," Ginny said. "I had just noticed swellings on my chest and my hips seemed thicker. I didn't want you to worry. Besides, you weren't due home for at least three days, maybe five. I planned to see the doctor on Monday if it didn't get better. I didn't want to worry you." "Honey, I know you. I was worried without you having to tell me anything. I knew something was bothering you. Why didn't you keep in touch? I panicked when you didn't even send me as much as an e-mail." "I spent all day Saturday in bed. When I woke up Sunday morning, my I had breasts and hair down to my waist. I was trying so hard to stay calm. I went to the bathroom and as I stood there, I watched the last traces of my manhood shrivel away. I looked in the mirror there was a woman looking back. I guess I lost it. I figured I had lost you. Who in their right mind would believe that I was Larry Richardson? Let's face it, what would you have thought if I had e-mailed you that I was now a woman?" Larry asked. "I would have thought it was some sort of joke," Ginny admitted. "When was the last time you ate?" "I don't know. Eating didn't seem that important if I had lost you. I don't even know what day this is," Larry confessed. "I think I went crazy for a while." "It's Monday. When I lost touch with you, I moved heaven and earth to get the job finished and back to you. Tell you what, you go take a shower and I'll fix us something to eat. Afterwards, we'll try to figure out what to do next." "I guess I am a little rank," Larry said, wrinkling his nose. "Thank you for believing me, Ginny. That in itself gives me hope." "Shampoo your hair and be sure to use conditioner so we can get all the tangles out. Just read the directions on the bottles." Ginny went into the kitchen and when she heard the water running, her shoulders began to shake. Putting her hand over her mouth, she forced back the screams she so desperately wanted to release. What were they going to do? By the time Larry got out of the shower, Ginny had her emotions back in check. She had to stay strong at least till they found out what they were dealing with. Larry was in the bathroom trying to run a brush through his long wet hair. He was wearing his terry cloth bathrobe and despite the loose fitting robe, Ginny could tell he had an exquisite figure. "No Babe, you should never use a brush on wet hair. It stretches and breaks it. Here, let me help," Ginny said as she picked up a wide-tooth comb. Once the tangles were gone, Ginny used her blow dryer to dry the hair. As it dried, it fell in cascades of natural curl. "God, your hair is beautiful. I know women who would kill for hair like this and I'm one of them," Ginny said. Larry turned and put his arms around Ginny. "Thank you for believing me. I couldn't have stood it if you had left." He leaned over to kiss Ginny and at the last moment she turned her head so that the kiss just brushed her cheek. "Ohmygosh, I forgot about the soup on the stove. Come to the table and I'll have it ready in a just a sec," she said, slipping from his arms. Larry just looked at her retreating form and slowly walked to the table. Ginny already had two bowls of soup on the table and was putting bread and silver on it as he sat down. "Go ahead and start," she started, "I just need to get the butter." Just as she set the butter down, the phone began to ring. "Hello?" she answered. "Ginny, it's Victoria. Did you find Larry?" Victoria was the friend that Ginny had called and asked to go by the house and check on Larry. "Um?yes, I did," Ginny replied. "How is he? Is everything all right?" Victoria asked. "I can't talk right now. Let me call you later," Ginny evaded. "Ginny, listen to me. I know something is wrong. When I went by your apartment I felt it," Victoria tried to explain. "Look, you're probably going to laugh at me, but I sensed a magical power at your apartment. I walked all around and it was coming from your apartment." "You what?" Ginny exclaimed. "I know it sounds crazy. The fact is that I'm a sorceress and I felt that there was some strong magic at work. You're one of my best friends and I want to know if there is anything I can do to help," Victoria pleaded. After a moment of silence, Ginny replied. "Somehow Larry was turned into a woman. Neither of us have a clue as to what to do." "May I come over? Maybe I can help. If I can't, maybe I can point you in the right direction," Victoria offered. "Thank you! We'll see you shortly," Ginny said, relieved. She hung up the phone and turned to face Larry. "I can't believe you just told one of your girlfriends and then invited her over!" Larry exploded. "What are you going to do, start selling tickets?" "Larry, calm down. She said she might be able to help. She said she's a witch or something and that she felt whatever changed you when she came by on Sunday." "Oh great! You mean everyone that has any power is going to be able to tell I used to be a guy? I might as well hang a sign on my back saying 'Bewitched Male'. I can never leave this apartment!" Larry ranted. "Larry, would you calm down! You know Victoria. You know she would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you. Besides, I haven't a clue as to how to get you back to your old self," Ginny said calmly. "Now let's see about getting you dressed." Resigned, Larry followed Ginny into the bedroom to the closet. She began digging through Larry's clothes. "You're shorter than you were, but you're still tall for a woman. I'm guessing you're about six-foot. Your breasts are so firm that I think we are safe without a bra for now." "A bra!" Larry yelled. "I don't want to wear a bra. No way!" "Larry, will you calm down. Chances are Victoria can fix things and this discussion will be mute. For now, will you please just try to relax?" Ginny asked. Larry looked as if he was about to loose it; yet he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. As he inhaled, Ginny thought what magnificent breasts he had. Wisely, she kept the thought to herself. "Okay," he said with a sigh. "I'm just not handling this very well." "I noticed," Ginny said with a smile. "Actually, I think you're doing very well considering the circumstances. You do, however have to wear clothes." "Okay, but please, keep it simple and as masculine as possible," Larry begged. "Honey, I had no intention of putting you in a dress. I thought sweats and a T-shirt. Does that sound okay to you?" Ginny asked. "Yeah, thanks. I just hope they fit," Larry said. Unfortunately, they fit only too well. The T-shirt and sweats seemed to mold themselves to Larry's new curves. Even in his grubbiest clothes, he would stop traffic. Ginny got a brush and began brushing Larry's long hair. It seemed to have a life of its own curling everywhere. Finally Ginny got a scrunchie and pulled his hair back in a ponytail. Tendrils of curls worked themselves loose and gave his face a soft romantic look. His eyes were large and a green so pure, emeralds paled in comparison. Larry looked in the mirror and gasped. The woman looking back at him was gorgeous. The sweat pants gently caressed her long, shapely legs. Pants that were baggy and shapeless before now showed every curve from her hips to her ankles. The T-shirt showed off her bosom with her nipples obvious to even the most casual of glances. Even her bare feet were perfection. Without make-up, she could still give any super model a run for her money. "I thought you were going to play down the fact that I'm a woman," Larry complained. "Honey, I did. You are a stunningly beautiful woman. If we took time to do your hair, make-up and had the right dress, you would easily be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." "But I don't want to be a woman!" Larry wailed. About that time the doorbell rang. Ginny gave Larry a quick hug for support and went to answer it. "How are you doing, Ginny?" Victoria asked as she came in. "Okay, considering," Ginny answered. "Where's Larry? I don't know if I can help, but?Ohmygawd, Larry?" Victoria was stunned when Larry entered the room. "How did you know it was me?" Larry asked. "I mean I don't look anything like my old self." "We're friends, Larry. I know your aura. That hasn't changed as much as your outward self has." Victoria stared at Larry. "She said she was going to teach me what it was like to be stared at," Larry said morosely. "Who is 'she'?" Victoria asked. "Why don't we sit down and get comfortable. This may take a while." Ginny suggested. After they were seated, Larry repeated the tale again. "Can you turn Larry back into his old self?" Ginny asked when Larry was finished. "No, I can't. Larry saw something that he shouldn't have," Victoria started. "That's what she said. What's the big deal? It's not like I stumbled onto a coven of witches dancing under a full moon," Larry interrupted. "No, that would have been much simpler. Everyone knows about witches dancing at night under a full moon. They use that in stories and movies and it's not that big a deal. What you saw, however, is a whole different kettle of fish. To dance during the day near a natural source of power, and stay unseen, will allow a sorceress to accumulate a stronger magic than what she normally has. The tree you described could easily be that source of power. The fact that you saw her stopped the power she was drawing. It stopped before she had enough for the spell she was trying to cast, what ever it was. That's why she was so angry. Unfortunately, she had to use what power she had accumulated or it would dissipate. So she used it on you." "So how do we counteract the spell?" Ginny asked. "You can't. Only she can after she has danced in the daylight again. The problem is, she can only draw power that way once every thirteen moons. You have cost her a delay of over a year to fulfill whatever spell she wanted to cast. I doubt she would be willing to double that time just to turn you back; that is if you could find her. I don't recommend looking for her though," Victoria advised. "Why not?" Larry asked, not wanting to give up hope. "This spell reeks of ill temper. Just be grateful for what you have. It could have been worse." "Worse! What's worse than having your manhood taken from you? How can I have a family with Ginny?or for that matter, what about our marriage?" Larry cried, on the verge of hysteria. "Larry, you're still human. She could have just as easily turned you into a bug she could squash. Ginny would never have known what had happened to you. You would be no more, period." Larry rocked back and forth, his eyes closed, his elbows on his knees and hands clasped together and pressed against his lips as if to hold in a scream. Ginny went to his side and put her hand on his shoulder. "Is there nothing you can do?" Ginny asked. "You have to face facts. The chances of Larry getting his old body back are nonexistent. Once the two of you accept that, you can get on with your life," Victoria explained. "What life?" Ginny asked, angrily. "My husband was my life. Now you're telling me he's gone and I'm never going to get him back?" Ginny broke down and let out the tears she had been holding back. Larry was also sobbing and the two of them just held each other. "Ginny, no. The two of you can still have a life together. It will just be different. Instead of your husband, SHE can be your significant other. Same sex relationships are not as forbidden as they used to be," Victoria explained. "But I'm not gay! I don't want a sexual relationship with another woman. Larry tried to kiss me earlier and I turned my head. I love him and I always will, but not in that way," Ginny said, all hope gone. The three of them sat silently. Victoria was racking her brain trying to come up with a solution as Ginny and Larry sat and grieved their lost marriage. "Well, there is another option. I could cast a spell over both of you making you forget that Larry ever was a man and that you love him both physically and spiritually," Victoria suggested. "No! I don't want to forget one moment I had with him. Everything we have gone through together is what makes the relationship so good." "I agree with Ginny," Larry said. "Because of past events, there is no way I can change your sexual orientation without blocking your memories," Victoria explained. "Is there any way you can use a different spell to turn him into a man? I mean not reverse this spell, but maybe a different man," Ginny asked. "Not without causing him severe physical problems. The human body wasn't built with repeated gender changes in mind. He would have poor health and might not live as long." "Forget that," Ginny said. "There is one other option, but it's a drastic one," Victoria started. "What could be more drastic than loosing your manhood and any chance of having a family with the woman you love?" Larry asked angrily. "I could change Ginny into a man," Victoria answered. "That wouldn't work," Larry argued. "Just as Ginny couldn't physically love another woman, I could never have sex with another man!" "And we already ruled out blocking any memories," Ginny reminded. "Larry, your change was gradual, right?" Victoria asked. "Yeah, but what has that got to do with anything?" he answered. "The changes are still going on. The first and most obvious changes where to your physical self. The changes that are going on now are inside, the emotional ones. By the time all the changes are done, you will think, feel and act as if you were born a woman. In other words, you will desire men." Silence followed that statement. "But what about our families, our jobs, our ID's?" Ginny asked after a few moments. "We would have to start over with everything. How would we survive?" "The spell I would cast would cover all that. I would see to it that you would keep your old jobs and no one would remember you as being any different than before. Only we three would know the truth," Victoria stated. "You have that much power?" Larry asked, with awe. "Oh, no," Victoria answered with a chuckle. It would require my having to dance in the daylight. Fortunately, I haven't done that for almost two years. If that's what you decide, we can do it right away." "But you have to remain unseen, right?" Ginny asked. "Yes, but with you two acting as lookouts, I hope that won't be a problem. This is a big decision. I want you to take some time and think about it. Take a week. By that time, Larry, all the changes will be completed and you will be better able to make a decision. I'm going to go now. Try to get some rest, both of you. You've had a big shock and it's not over yet," Victoria said as she stood. Ginny walked her friend to the door. "Try to take it easy," Victoria said, putting a hand on Ginny's shoulder. "Don't try to figure things out today, or even tomorrow, for that matter. Just try to accept what is, for now." Then she left. * * * * * * Over the next few days, Ginny and Larry took things as they came. They didn't talk about what they were going to do. Everyday details of living seemed to take on different meaning as Larry tried to adjust to his new body. The mental changes Victoria spoke of began to become apparent when Larry began to ask about make-up and dresses. Ginny found that thinking of Larry as a girlfriend instead of her husband, helped her to show him the things he was asking about. One day, a week and a half after Ginny had returned from her trip, Larry came in after they had been grocery shopping and dropped to the couch and put his head in his hands. "Honey, what's wrong?" Ginny asked. She had not called him by his name since the second day. It was always 'Babe' or 'Honey'. It didn't seem right to call such a beautiful woman Larry. "It's happened," he answered. "What's happened?" She asked, sitting next to him on the couch. "Well, you know I always get stared at by men when we go out," Larry started. "Yes, it's unavoidable since you are so beautiful." "Well?today I realized I was enjoying it and I found myself returning some of the stares and wondering?" Larry's voice trailed off. "Wondering what, Babe?" Ginny asked, gently. Looking straight into his wife's eyes, he answered. "What it would be like to have sex with a man. And I found myself getting hot." Shame filled his eyes. "Honey, Victoria said this would happen," she said, embracing him gently, as she would a friend. "I know, but I didn't believe her. I mean?I'm a man?or I was one," he said dejectedly. "I didn't either, but this actually gives me hope for us," Ginny said. "How?" he asked. "I didn't believe that if she turned me into a man, that I could desire another woman. That you are finding yourself attracted to men means I would become sexually attracted to you again. Do you still want me sexually?" she asked. "I did at first, but it just sort of faded away and now?no, I don't. I still love you with all my heart, but not in that way," Larry answered. "Then I think it's time for us to call Victoria." "Are you sure? You know I would never ask you to give up your femininity," he said. "I don't look at it that way. I see it as not giving up my marriage and my love for you. They question is, do you want a family? We could always adopt if you don't want to get pregnant." "Do you remember that woman on the store, the one with the two toddlers and she was also very pregnant?" Larry asked. "What about her?" Ginny asked. "She looked so tired and frazzled?and yet so happy. She was glowing. I found myself wondering about an experience that could make a woman look like that. Yes, I would have your child," Larry said, his eyes shining. "Then that's all there is to discuss," Ginny said as she headed for the phone. * * * * * * It was a beautiful afternoon. The running trails were deserted though due to the fact that it was a Monday and most people were at work. There were only two people there, sitting on one of the benches along the trail, under the trees. They had been sitting there since early morning, watching. The few people that had passed through the trails were gone and none of them had thought to veer off the designated paths. The two women sitting on the bench grabbed each other's hand when the rustling of the brush behind them signaled the approach of another person. "It's done," Victoria said. "It will take about three days for the physical changes to complete and another week for the emotional and mental. By that time, everyone will know you by your new identities and not remember you old ones." Then she turned and tiredly walked on, leaving the two women sitting on the bench alone. "Happy birthday, Jimmy," the more beautiful of the two women said. "I love you, Laurie," the other one answered. Epilogue: Jimmy was racing down the hall. He thought about all that had occurred in the last two years. In the beginning, both he and Laurie had fumbled a bit with their new lives, but they were there for each other when that had happened. Gradually, everything became second nature and after a year, both of them were very happy with who and what they were. "Am I too late?" he asked as he burst through the door. "What took you so long?" Laurie yelled. "I'd say you were just in time," Victoria said. "Okay, everybody, let's get back to business. We're almost there," said a man garbed in surgical scrubs. Five minutes later, a lusty cry signaled the entry of a healthy baby girl. The end. Author's Note: The jogging paths described in this story, with all its beauty and wildlife, do exist. So does the live hollow tree that was the inspiration for this story.