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The Shrink by Paul1954 "For Heaven's sake - how much longer?" Andrew hissed as he dropped the old motoring magazine that he had been reading back onto the coffee table and looked at his watch. He was beginning to regret making this appointment, and would have thought twice about it if he had known that he would have had to spend over twenty-five minutes sitting here in this God forsaken waiting room that had probably not seen a paint brush anywhere near it for years. Still, it was his own fault really. He had deliberately made sure that he got the last appointment, so that he could be certain that he would be the last 'patient' to be booked into see Doctor Desai, so he would just have to live with it! He leaned back in the uncomfortable wooden chair and rested his hands at the back of his head, and was just beginning to wonder whether they had actually forgotten him, when the PA burst into life. "**Mr Carling, Andrew Carling. Would Andrew Carling please go to the reception**". "At last!" he said aloud, and quickly made his way to the front desk where a frosty faced receptionist led him along a short corridor and knocked on the faded white glossed panelled door before opening it, just a crack. "Doctor Desai, your 5:30pm appointment is here now, a Mr Andrew Carling. Would it be all right if I leave now? He's the last one, and I can leave the front door on the latch so that you can get out okay"? "Yes - yes, of course Maureen, you have your sister's engagement party to get to don't you! Just set the alarms and lock up on your way out please" Doctor Desai replied. Andrew listened to Doctor Desai's voice with an almost sensual feeling of pleasure growing within him. It seemed so soothing, so reassuring. It was no wonder that she had taken up psychiatry, she was a natural for it. It was a real loss to the modelling profession though, for she was one hot package and could have made a fortune from it if she had been so inclined, and he knew that he was not the only one who thought that way, either! The receptionist pulled the door wider open and stood aside to give Andrew enough room to enter. As he walked in he looked around the makeshift office and saw that it was very sparsely decorated, and every bit as run-down as the waiting room had been. It still had the obligatory couch however, and the blinds that could be closed to plunge the room into the required degree of darkness should the need arise, so it still had the overall feeling of being a psychiatrists consultation room, despite being housed in these temporary premises. Doctor Desai would undoubtedly be far happier once she was re-located back into the centre of the campus again, in the new facilities currently under construction, but being a full half-mile away as it was now suited Andrew's purposes just fine. It meant that there was very little likelihood of them being disturbed, especially now that the receptionist had gone. That was an unexpected piece of luck. "Mr Carling, welcome. Please, come over here and make yourself comfortable" she motioned towards him, indicating in the direction of a comfortable looking chair. As he walked over to where she had directed him, Andrew looked at her and felt his heart skip a beat. Like the rest of the faculty, he had often admired her from afar but to see her up close like this was something else entirely - she was absolutely stunning and was, without a doubt, the most beautiful and sensuous woman he had ever seen. Her long dark hair was perfectly complemented by her dark olive skin, and that in turn merely served to highlight her bright red and full sensual lips. The most attractive feature of her face though, despite the glasses that she wore, were her bright blue eyes, unusual in an Asian. It was them that held him and pinned like a butterfly. "I am sorry that I have kept you waiting so long Mr Carling, but my last appointment was one that I couldn't rush. I do hope you understand," she said with a smile, her voice dripping like liquid honey. Andrew gave her a friendly but uncertain smile. He didn't want to come across as too self-assured. That didn't fit his game plan at all. "Oh that's perfectly all right Doctor but please - call me Andrew" he replied, keen to get this relationship onto a more personal footing as soon as possible. "Okay, 'Andrew' it is. Now let's start. How about you telling me why you think you need my services. You seem to be a remarkably able and confident young man to me, and one who has quite a reputation I gather, amongst the ladies". Damn! His reputation had preceded him. That was just going to make this harder for him, than he had thought. He was really going to have his work cut out now! "T..this is very difficult for me Doctor. What I have to tell you may seem incredible but I swear that everything you're about to hear is true, and that I believe that you're the only one who might be able to help me". The Doctor's attention was now totally focussed on her patient, intrigued that such an assured and handsome young man might be so troubled, and despite the long day she had spent, she found herself eager to hear what he had to say. She nodded and gestured for him to continue. "I..I.. Oh, this is so embarrassing for me, that I'm not sure where to start. I'll do my best though. You've already alluded to my reputation Doctor, although I'm not sure how you've come to hear about it. Well, I suppose that it's fair to say that it is probably deserved, at least in some cases". He stopped for a moment, as if he was expecting her to say something but then continued. "That's the problem Doctor, however hard I have tried to stop myself I just can't resist them. I just can't resist women. It has become almost like an addiction for me - something I can't control"! Doctor Desai managed to disguise the note of cynicism she felt at his statement, and kept her voice as neutral as possible. "Stop yourself! Just what are you trying to stop yourself from doing?" she asked him, knowing what he was probably alluding to but wanting him to tell her himself. She watched him gulp and take a deep breath as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, steeling himself for whatever it was that he was about to tell her. "I..I just can't stop myself from loving them Doctor, loving them and then making love to them, a..and it's that which has ruined my life"! Doctor Desai felt herself reddening at Andrew's stark admission of his 'supposed' addiction. She undid the top button of her blouse which prior to that, had been fastened tight around her neck as an unbidden mental image entered her mind - an image of Andrew's body, naked and copulating with a girl. She paused for a moment to compose herself. "So, you are telling me that you cannot stop from making love to women. However much you had wanted them though, I presume that they must also have a strong attraction for you. If that is the case then I am not sure that I can be of help to you because although I consider that your behaviour is inadvisable in the modern world, it is not a crime - yet. Most young men, I would imagine, would not feel that what you have spoken off to be a problem Andrew. I do not understand just why you think you need my help. There must be more to your story than that"! "No, no - you misunderstand me. That is not why I have come here to see you. That's not my problem. My problem is far worse than that. I was just trying to give you some background"! He seemed to be getting excitable, and Doctor Desai decided that she would try and calm him. "Well, would you like to lie down on my couch maybe. It might help you to relax, and would maybe make it easier to tell me what's troubling you, for you seem quite upset". She led him over to the couch and he was soon lifting himself up and then lying back on it's warm leather covering and resting his head on the small, but firm pillow. As soon as he was comfortable his breathing became more measured. "Yes - yes, I think that this will help me. I feel more relaxed already. I'm sorry if I seem a little worked up, and I'll try to control myself and make myself clear. It is not the act of making love that is troubling me Doctor, it is more my recent experience with one particular girl that has unnerved me, and it has unnerved me to the extent where I feel as if I daren't ever make love to a girl again"! The Doctor raised her eyebrows for a moment, surprised at what he had just said, and then lowered them again, hoping that he hadn't seen her gesture. The way that he was being so candid about his love life intrigued her and, despite all her training, she found that she was starting to react to him in a most unprofessional way, Andrew's animal magnetism affecting in a way that she had never felt before. She started to loosen another button on her blouse and then stopped herself, hoping that Andrew hadn't noticed her involuntary action. She would have to get a grip on herself. Andrew took her silence as an indication that she was waiting for him to continue, and started talking again. "You have to understand Doctor, that I've always loved women, as I already said. It's just that I can't stay with any one girl for too long, and most of my girlfriends have understood that. After all, they have enjoyed the physical side of our short relationships as much as I had, I'm sure. This particular girl though - she was different. We went out together for a week in total, and from day one our relationship fell into the usual pattern of there being a minimal courtship and then a consummation of the mutual physical attraction that we both felt". "Then if there was a mutual attraction and then consent, what could be the problem?" the Doctor asked, fanning herself with her notepad. Andrew looked at the Doctor from out of the corner of his eye and had to concentrate hard to suppress the smile he felt trying to force its way to his lips. From his considerable experience, he could see that she was showing all of the signs that she was more than just intrigued by just his story. It was going way beyond that. The time was right for him to take this session to the next phase. "It was soon afterwards, as seems to be the normal course of events for me; I met someone else and then told her that I didn't think it would be a good idea if we saw each other any more. She flipped her lid. I was expecting maybe a little resentment, maybe a minor upset, but not what actually occurred. She cried, screamed and yelled at me, calling me every name under the sun and accused me of just using her and then just casting her aside. I had never experienced such a thing before, and actually found the whole scene pretty upsetting myself. Every girl I had parted with before had at least been sort of reasonable about things - they knew the deal - and I had always thought that was because they had gotten something out of it, the same as me". "So are we going to get to the root of your problem in a minute Andrew, because I am still not sure where this is going? Broken relationships and one night stands are hardly an unusual event". Andrew looked at her again. She looked distinctly uncomfortable now and despite her attempts at maintaining her composure, she seemed as if she was undergoing some internal struggle. Andrew's confidence grew and he returned to his story. "It was just after she accused me of using her Doctor. She told me that I would regret what I had done, and that one day I would understand what she had gone through - that I would understand her feelings. It was then that she cursed me". This time, the Doctor could not suppress a look of surprise. "Cursed you - she actually cursed you"! "Yes, cursed me. She told me that she was of Portuguese decent, and that her family had the power of the evil eye. She told me that she was going to use it to teach me a lesson I would never forget". Doctor Desai could barely keep a hint of derision from her voice as she questioned him. "And you believed her"! "Not exactly, at least not at first. It was afterwards, when I met another girl. That was when I started believing that her curse might be more than just a shallow threat" Andrew answered, and then turned his head away, as if wanting to avoid the Doctor's gaze. The room fell very silent for a moment, whilst both Doctor and patient took stock of the situation. Finally, Doctor Desai broke the silence. "Andrew, you know that a curse is only as powerful as the mind of its recipient allows it to be. If you refuse to acknowledge it then it is powerless". Andrew gave out a short, but bitter laugh. "Ha! I would have though that once maybe, but not any more. This is hard for me to admit but ever since she cursed me I.I.. just can't perform anymore. You know, I can't get it up"! There was another awkward silence whilst again, Andrew turned his gaze away from her as she tried to assimilate this latest piece of information. She found herself involuntarily looking towards his crotch. This time it was her turn to stutter slightly, as she spoke. "B..but that's nonsense. W..what was it that she did and said?" the Doctor asked him, unable this time to stop herself from undoing a second button from the top of her blouse and continuing to fan herself with her papers. Andrew felt a warmth surge through his body as he watched her. All he had to do now was to keep himself under control and not get too over-confident. That was vital! He was really beginning to get into this confession thing now though, and started injecting his story with a new passion. "S..she grasped her neck and held her onto an old necklace that she was wearing and then pointed it at me. Then she looked me deeply in the eyes and shouted out her curse". "What did she say?" the Doctor asked quickly. "I..I can remember it exactly Doctor, word for word, and that is the really scary thing. I don't understand Portuguese at all, but this has stuck in my mind, exactly as she said it. It went: 'Pela a??o, a a??o e pensado que ? mais menos fina lhe betrayed e usou-se, um corpo, mina deixou suas a??es infernalmente voc? sofrer mesma sua v?tima do manhood, vez onde seguinte voc? vagueia'". As Andrew finished reciting the curse that had been cast on him, he dissolved into tears, causing the Doctor to reach across and hold onto his shoulder. She could feel the masculine strength that seemed to emanate from deep within him, and found it hard to believe that he could have been so affected by such a lot of mumbo jumbo. "I presume that you had this translated, or you know what it means!" she said, as he calmed down. "Y..yes - I did. The nearest English equivalent is: 'By action, deed and thought that's less fine, you betrayed and used a body, mine, Let your actions damn you to suffer the same Your manhood victim, next time you stray'". "But that is nothing more than a riddle. That could be interpreted in many ways to mean any number of things"! "I didn't take it too seriously myself at first. It was only the next day, after spending a sleepless night with her words spinning round and around in my head, that I called her to find out exactly what her words meant. That was when she gave me the plain speaking version". Doctor could barely contain her growing interest. "And"? "Look, I know that this will sound stupid Doctor, but - w..well, she told me that the next time I had sex, or even got anywhere near it, then I would be transformed into a girl. It seemed crazy I know, but that's what she told me. That girl I told you I went out with the night after she cursed me; I got to the point where we were in bed together, but at the moment when I was just about to, well - you know - enter her, I..I just couldn't manage it. I.. was just too nervous. Honest Doctor, ever since then I've been so scared that I can't even get an erection, a..and I haven't dared to go near a girl since!" Andrew sobbed, and put his face into his hands. A shiver ran through Doctor Desai's body at the thought of Andrew's erection and once again could not stop herself from peering down at his groin. Feeling very uncomfortable, Doctor Desai shifted her position slightly; her mid-thigh length skirt riding upwards on her thighs and her nylon-clad legs parting unconsciously in an attempt to release the build up of heat that was growing between her loins. The thought of this strong and handsome man being reduced to such a sorry state was exciting Doctor Desai, that she could no longer deny. She had never been in such a situation before, and was finding it hard to know what to do next. She could not possibly follow through on what she really wanted to do - it would be unethical! Suddenly, an idea came to her and she stood up quickly and went across to her desk, whereupon she opened a drawer and started fumbling inside of it. Andrew turned around at the sound of her movement and was surprised to see her walking away from him. He had been so sure that she was about to break down and surrender herself to him. What was going wrong? She came back to where Andrew was lying on the couch and he could see that she was holding a stick bearing an ivory handle with black feathers, and topped with a ferruled tip. "Look Andrew - I am going to prove that the curse was just the ranting of someone who was very angry with you, and contains nothing more than empty words. I brought this cane across from my home country because my family insisted on it. I would have preferred to have left it behind, along with all the other superstitions and nonsense that I had sought to escape, but they would not have it and it seemed easier to bring it with me than to go through endless arguments with them. I have had it here in my drawer ever since". Andrew turned around and looked at what she was holding. "W..what's that got to do with my problem?" he asked, wondering what she was leading up to. "It belonged to my Grandfather's father and has been passed down to the eldest son of each family, and they would take it with them whenever they went away from home for any length of time. I have got it because I have no brothers, and because I am the eldest of three daughters. My grandfather was what you might term a shaman, and he created this for our protection and it is supposed to be imbued with mystical powers". This wasn't going the way that Andrew had anticipated, and he started to get concerned as she continued with her unlikely story. "Of course, it is all nonsense and because I am a woman of learning I have no time for such things. It was one of the reasons I came to the west, so that I could get away from superstitions such as these that sometimes cripple my country. I am showing it to you to demonstrate that traditions such as you witnessed run through every culture, and that you should not take an upset girl's ranting to heart". Andrew could feel everything he had worked towards slipping away from him as he tried to appear upset again. "B..but I can tell you, it's real Doctor - it was real! She even said that I would be stuck as a girl forever unless I had sex with five men and make them cum inside of me, within an hour of my change" he cried, his eyes watering, hoping that he hadn't gone too far with this story and blown his chances completely. She decided that maybe something drastic and unexpected might shock him out of the hysterical state he was getting himself into. She stood in front of him and held the stick with both hands and held it in front of her. "Look at me Andrew - I'll prove to you that you have nothing to worry about". Andrew stopped his snivelling and looked up at her, spellbound, as he waited to see what she was going to do. Suddenly, she seemed to enter a trance and started chanting. 'Pela a??o, a a??o e pensado que ? mais menos fina lhe betrayed e usou-se, um corpo, mina deixou suas a??es infernalmente voc? sofrer mesma sua v?tima do manhood, vez onde seguinte voc? vagueia'. An electric tension seemed to fill the air of the small room and both Andrew and Doctor Desai felt a tremor run through the room, although it was so slight that they nearly missed it. Andrew looked at the Doctor, shocked at her actions, whilst she sat down, her legs having become unstable. "Wh..where did that come from?" she murmured whilst looking at Andrew in wonderment, and dropping the stick to the floor. How did I remember those words - I seemed to remember it exactly "! She still seemed to be in a trance like state as Andrew raised himself from the couch and went over to her and put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. He expected her to pull away but instead, she leaned into him, resting her head against his arm. All thoughts of what had occurred were gone as his predatory instincts took over. He made sure that he maintained his wavering voice as he loosened another button on her blouse, this time exposing a white lacy bra. "Of course Doctor, there is only one way that you can really help me, and that's if you, yourself, can demonstrate to me that I can make love safely. Of course - if you're not really sure .." he said, breathing softly in her ear as she stretched sensuously into him with a feline grace. She looked up at Andrew as he reached down and undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and then peeled it away completely as he reached behind her back to unhook her bra. He slid it gently from her shoulders and then slid his hands underneath her breasts to cup them, feeling their weight settle into the palm of his hands. He then slid his fingers around her nipples and rubbed them gently, whilst he leaned down towards her. "N..no Andrew, this is wrong. I really shouldn't .." she started to say, and then gave up as he covered her lips with own, surrendering to the moment. She was hardly aware of him lifting her to her feet and pulling her skirt away from her hips, nor when he removed her panties and stroked the dark but silken hair that covered her sex. She clung onto his neck as he lifted her and carried her towards the couch, and then felt the warm leather beneath her as her backside settled onto it. He stroked her damp nether lips and then pulled away as he started to undo his clothes. He pulled off the sweatshirt he was wearing, chosen deliberately for ease of removal, and then started unbuttoning his trousers as he looked at the Doctor, now just a sex starved girl waiting to become another notch on his bedpost. He wondered if his friends Tony, Will, David and Simon were outside the building as they had promised, and what they would say when he presented them with the Doctor's panties as proof of her seduction. They should have known better than to have challenged him to be the first to break through her formidable defences. He was a past master at breaking the unbreakable, at least in the form of women. He lowered his trousers and didn't bother this time, to try hiding his smile of triumph. Women were so gullible and despite all of her education and learning, Doctor Desai had been no better than any other. Imagine, believing all that hogwash about a curse! Still, it was strange how she had remembered those words so easily, and also how that tremor had immediately followed them. He looked at the Doctor as she played with her tits whilst she waited for him, and removed the rest of his clothing quickly before rejoining her on the couch and soon forgot his reservations. He leaned down and kissed her breasts and savoured his moment of triumph again, as he felt her legs part for him. He listened to her groan as he lowered his rigid penis over her inviting love canal and then slid into her, effortlessly. Within moments they were moving in unison, their bodies melded together as if one. Andrew was rock hard, and felt more virile and potent than he had ever been as the Doctor gripped him with her inner muscles and massaged his penis, mercilessly. He heard a low deep moaning sound and then realised that it was coming from himself and then increased his thrusting until he could contain himself no longer. The Doctor met his increased intensity with her own and pounded her body into him as he climaxed - his seed and inner moisture pumping into her. It was the most powerful and incredible orgasm he had ever felt. Even his skin felt so much more sensitive and that feeling, in the midst of post-orgasmic after shock that was still travelling through him, seemed to spread throughout his body. The Doctor was still moving and gyrating underneath him as she tried to satisfy her own needs and Andrew could feel her breasts pushing against him, and pressing into him as if they were his own. He was also aware that her dampness seemed to be far in excess of anything he had ever known from a woman before. In fact it was making his whole lower area soaking wet and tender. As he started to regain his senses he lifted himself away from her and immediately sensed that something was wrong. There was movement from his chest and his groin felt different, almost as if there was an aching void - empty and needing something to fill it. Doctor Desai opened her eyes slowly, looking up at Andrew and about to ask him to attend to her needs again, when her face suddenly took on a look of horror and she started screaming. Andrew jumped off of her and fell off the couch, staggering. Everything felt wrong - his whole sense of balance and equilibrium was out of kilter, and as he slid to the floor, he once again became aware of that strange sensation that was coming from his chest, and also an extra bulk from his rear. The Doctor's screams continued but faded into the background for him as his head moved downwards as if in slow motion, and his eyes took in the sight of his altered body for the first time. He could hardly believe what he was seeing as the slim and refined hands that he could not recognise as his own moved upwards and held the twin globes that hung firmly from his chest. His mind almost went into overload as, impossibly, he felt the sensation of the touch both from his chest and also from the hands that he refused to acknowledge as his own. Another woman started screaming in the background, almost in harmony with the Doctor, as Andrew's eyes travelled further downwards and encountered the soft and fleshy thighs, just like a girl's, that framed a smooth mound where his cock would have once lain. As before, his slender fingers moved towards the dampened chasm and slid along the crack of his sex, feeling a reaction for the first time from what he had once done to others. The screaming subsided, as if on some unheard signal, and Andrew looked back towards the couch where Doctor Desai was now sitting upright, and reaching for the blouse that had been left on the chair nearby. "D..Doctor - what's happened to me?" Andrew said, his voice stopping for a moment as he heard its smooth soprano tones. "I..I..I'm a ..". "Girl - you're a girl!" Doctor Desai finished for him, her olive skin looking ashen, despite the dim light of the room. It was impossible. Both of them knew it, but they also knew that the impossible had somehow happened. Doctor Desai looked over to the cane that still lay on the floor where she had dropped it, and remembered the trembling sensation as she had uttered the curse that she should not have even been able to remember. Somehow, the curse had worked, and her Grandfather's cane had made it come true! "No..NO! I..it can't be possible" Andrew cried, "that curse wasn't real - I made it all up just to get you into.." he started to say, but stopped when he saw the Doctor's face cloud over in anger. "..bed? You made it all up just to seduce me! So this whole thing was planned just so that you could fuck me"! Doctor Desai moved her self off of the bed and slid her skirt back up her legs and then picked up the cane, holding it with a new respect. She then looked back at the cowering girl who only moments ago, had been the strong one. She felt the cane tremble as if it was welcoming, at last, her realisation of its powers. "Y..you are despicable. I had heard about you from the other women but I still let you make love to me - despite my better judgement. I didn't seem able to stop myself. Well maybe you should have heeded your own 'imaginary' curse, because it seems that you have condemned yourself by your own words and actions. I wonder if the rest of the curse is true"? Andrew looked up at the Doctor, a frown appearing on his forehead. "The rest of the curse? W..what do you mean?" he asked, but the answer came to him, even as the Doctor answered. "If the translation is as you told me then I think you should start looking for some men quickly, and hope that you can satisfy them". The Doctor looked down towards her watch and then back at Andrew. "By my calculations I should think that you have fifty minutes left, else you are likely to stay this way forever". "B..but can't you change me back? You made me this way - surely you can put this right again". "I don't even know how this happened in the first place, let alone doing it again. Besides, from what I know of my family superstitions, only the one who placed the curse can remove it". Andrew's pretty mouth dropped open as her words sunk in, and he then attempted to cover his feminine body with his arms in a futile gesture of self-denial. "Forty-eight minutes now" Doctor Desai said coldly, taking no pleasure from this 'girl's' predicament, but giving no sympathy, either. Andrew, the girl, looked around quickly and grabbed for the now oversized sweatshirt, and then pulled it over his head before letting it fall to the top of his girlish thighs, looking like a short dress now. His breasts moved painfully underneath it as he turned and ran for the door, desperately hoping that his friends were still nearby and that he could somehow convince them to make love to the girl he was now, and quickly. Even then his situation might still be hopeless for there would still be another man to find, and the chance of that happening in this godforsaken area was remote. God help him - her! * * * * * * * *** Three months later *** Rebecca put down the fashion magazine that she had been browsing through and looked around the empty room. It was so typical of waiting rooms everywhere, barren and soul destroying, but at least this one had been decorated lately, and was festooned with small posters carrying advice and warnings on health care. She turned her slim wrist around and looked at her watch. Her appointment was now twenty minutes late. What was it with Doctor's? Couldn't any of them keep to a schedule? Her mind drifted back to a similar situation three months ago. Her reason for being in a waiting room had been entirely different then, and she still had nightmares about the ensuing sequence of events that followed her visit. She was coping better now though, and was accepting her situation with a pragmatism that seemed so typical of her gender. That much she had come to recognise. She had to, for there was no other choice! She remembered that even, when she had run out of the Doctor's office and into the street, and then finding that only one of her friends, Simon, had waited to find out whether Andrew's quest had been so successful or not. She remembered how cool the air had felt as it made its way underneath her sweatshirt and played with her exposed skin, and also how hers breasts had bounced about quite painfully due to her lack of a bra. She had never repeated that mistake since. She then remembered the humiliation that she had felt when she had thrown herself at Simon's feet and spread her legs and begged him to fuck her. She - formerly the campus stud - how had she come so low, and so fast. That hadn't been all though for she could also remember the mixed feelings of pleasure and then desire as he obliged her, and then of desperately running down the road looking for another man to repeat that action, but Simon had taken far too long with her. She had only twenty minutes remaining when she had found that bar and burst into it, screaming for a man - any man - to fuck her! That had been the worst moment. She could actually smile about it now, smile at the remembrance of the pleasantly surprised looks on the faces of the men, and also at the equally horrified looks from those women present. Of course, they had assumed she was having some sort of mental break down, and when the women there who took it upon themselves to 'save' her from herself and held her protectively until the ambulance arrived, she knew the game was up. There had been no way that she would have been able to counteract the effects of the curse after that, for she would certainly have run out of time! She had resigned herself to her fate after that, and by the time that the ambulance had arrived she had allowed herself to be led away without a struggle. After all - where else was she to go? There had been nothing to do after that, but for her to return home to her family. She was a non-person now, a girl with no life and no legal identity. Her mother had been wonderful though, once she had heard Andrew's story and been convinced of who she had once been. As they debated Andrew's future, she learnt that there had once been a sister - Rebecca was her name - who had died at birth, one year before he was born. She then used Rebecca's birth certificate to get a complete set of documentation together for Andrew and from that point on she became her for good. With Andrew's father having died some years previously, the new Rebecca's mother lavished all her attention and affection on her new daughter. She had been delighted at having a second chance at a mother/daughter relationship, and her help had been invaluable in helping Rebecca adjust to her new life as a female. "**Miss Carling, Miss Rebecca Carling. Would Rebecca Carling please go to the reception**" a tinny voice called over the PA. Thank heavens - it was her turn at last! She lifted herself from the seat carefully - sure that she could already feel the extra weight that she knew she was carrying. It was her second visit to the ante-natal clinic and she wasn't looking forward to the internal that she knew that she was going to have to undertake. It was so degrading to have to put her feet in those stirrups whilst they probed around inside of her. She had found out that she was pregnant just one month after her change, when she had missed that dreaded first period. It was ironic really, considering her promiscuousness as a man. Then, she had always considered that it was a woman's responsibility to worry about contraception and then, on her first time out as a female, she had managed to get herself knocked up, and by one of her best friends no less. She had wanted to terminate the pregnancy at first, but with her mother being a staunch Catholic, that option had been vetoed and now she was here, just another unmarried mother to be. She knew that wouldn't be the case for too long though. She had decided that she would need a man to care for her, and had already attracted more than her fair share of admirers since making that decision. Her mother had sworn that she would need a stick soon, to beat them off! She walked to the examination room resting her hands on her belly and smiled to herself. She might have lost a lot since she had changed, but she still had her animal magnetism. The End [email protected]