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Mother and Child Reunion
By Heather St. Claire
Will Bates sat in a huge leather swivel chair in the study of his palatial
home overlooking San Francisco Bay. He impatiently leafed through a
magazine, but was as unaware of its contents as he was of the spectacular
view that the panoramic windows revealed, or the priceless books and
manuscripts that surrounded him.
It was one of the most expensive homes in the country, a fitting monument
to the man who had single-handedly built MasterTech into the world's
largest software company and become the planet's second richest man by
the age of 40.
He was waiting for news from the special investigative team he had hired.
News, if it turned out as he hoped, would literally mean the end of his
life...at least the life that he had known, and the beginning of a brand-new
one. He thought about the remarkable sequence of events that had brought
him to this moment.
Anyone who didn't know Bates, except through the media, would have
been shocked by what he was contemplating. The half dozen or so friends
and staffers who were part of his inner circle, though, understood
personally. Even if they didn't agree with what he was planning, they had
to admit it made perfect sense for Will.
For all his spectacular, material success, there had been a gaping void at
the heart of Bates' life until half a dozen years before.. He had built a
museum to his favorite rock group, The Doors. He bought the Golden
State Warriors of the National Basketball Association. He tried to acquire
the bones of the famed "elephant man." None of it filled the emptiness.
The idea began forming, slowly, and took several months to crystallize.
Finally, one morning, as he was preparing for his bath, he articulated it for
his butler. "Meadows," he said softly. "I know what I need. I need to adopt
a child."
"Very good, sir," the staid butler said. "I assume you will be employing
help to care for the....youngster?"
"Yes," Bates said with a laugh. "Don't worry, Meadows, you won't need to
worry about wiping up any baby spit or poop."
Although billionaires can accomplish almost anything they wish,
legitimate adoption agencies aren't just swayed by fistsfuls of money.
Bates had to convince a whole panel of social workers that he didn't just
want the child as his latest plaything. "I can see why you'd think that," he
told them. "But believe me, I've learned that true, lasting happiness can't
be found in possessions.
"Money can buy a lot of things, but it can't buy everything. Otherwise I'd
look like, oh, John F. Kennedy, Junior, instead of an overgrown Beaver
Cleaver." One of the agency women suppressed a laugh;. with his jug ears,
pudgy body and awkward manner, he did seem like an overgrown Beaver.
Throw in a pair of coke-bottle-bottom glasses and you had the picture of
America's favorite techno-nerd.
"Why do I want a child? Because I've finally realized that the world is
bigger than me, bigger than my company, bigger than all the things I can
acquire. I can't promise to be a perfect parent. But I can promise you I will
give her, or him, as much love and support as is humanly possible."
Six months later, Elizabeth came into Will's life. She was, as he had
specified, a newborn. "I want us to start our life together with a clean
slate," he said; and well, maybe a few carefully placed millions can open
certain doors more swiftly than for ordinary people.
From that moment on, life was never the same for Will Bates. Yes, he
hired a string of nannies, and yes, he showered the girl with gifts; but he
gave her the most important things, the things that money couldn't buy. He
didn't buy into the concept of "quality time"; he spent hours on end with
the girl, feeling quantity was the surest way to insure quality. She grew up
with a sure sense of his unconditional love, and returned it fully.
Which made Will's decision, based on a remark over the cake and punch
left over from her fifth birthday party, all the more surprising to some.
As the girl sat in her pink, ruffled party dress, surrounded by dozens of
friends and dozens upon dozens of gifts, the happy look on her face faded,
for just a second, replaced by a wistful look. Her father asked her about it
later, after her friends had gone home.
"Oh, daddy," she insisted. "That was nothing."
"Come on, pumpkin," he said, staring straight into her dark brown eyes. "I
know better."
The girl looked as if she wished she could be anyplace else in the world.
Finally, she spoke. "You're the neatest Daddy in the whole, wide world,
really! But...."
"But what, honey?"
"But sometimes, I really wish I had a Mommy."
The girl refused to discuss the subject further, and never brought it up
again. Still, the thought continued to gnaw at Will Bates. Millions of
children only had one parent, and there were millions of wonderful, caring
single fathers, as well as single mothers. But when he looked into the
deepest part of himself, he thought that if a child could only be with one
parent, it should be the mother.
Just why this was true, he couldn't yet articulate. Nevertheless, his course
was set.
Just nine months later, his special scientific team presented him with the
first piece of news he had been waiting for: they had perfected brain
translation in primates. They said, with as much certainty as they could
muster, that the techniques for regenerating the spinal cord they had
developed would be equally successful in a human.
Bates smiled, nodded, said "Very Good," then, after a pause, picked up a
private telephone. "Any luck in finding the girl's mother yet? I want
answers, not excuses!"
He slammed the receiver back in its cradle, and waited for the
uncharacteristic fit of anger to subside. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry you had to
see that. Please be assured that your breakthroughs will be generously
rewarded by me...and by the Nobel Committee, I am sure."
Which brings us back to the moment when we first met Will. Once more,
his persistence was about to pay off. The private phone line rang. "You
found her? And she's willing to talk? Wonderful, wonderful."
His aide said they should be there within half an hour. Will paced the
room nervously, slicked back his hair a couple of times, and tried to ignore
the butterflies in his stomach.
At last, there came a knock at the door. One of his assistants opened the
door. It was George North, the former chief of San Francisco detectives
who had gone to work for Bates five years earlier. Despite the increase in
his salary, he still presented the classic portrait of the rumpled detective.
The tall, stunning raven-haired woman behind him might have been a
hooker he busted on a slow night. She was about 30, with features that
suggested a cross between European and Hispanic blood; her tight, red
satin blouse, black leather mini, and four-inch stilettos completed the
picture of a streetwalker interrupted in her business.
Bates stood and nervously extended his hand. "Miss Davis? We haven't
met, but I've been raising your daughter for the past five years. I--I have an
unusual proposition for you. This will take a while to explain. Please, sit
down, and listen."
The woman, now in her early thirties, was an exceptional beauty, with
long legs, a teardrop shaped-butt that was perfectly firm, shoulder
length-brunette hair with a natural wave, and an oval face with large,
flashing eyes and a pair of bee-stung lips. Her breasts may have been a
little on the small side, but the overall effect was enough to be quite
pleasing to the eye. It left Bates more than a little unnerved...especially the
thought that if things went as he planned, the body he was looking at
would soon be his.
"Miss Davis, have you ever dreamed about being wealthy? About
unlimited riches that would allow you to buy anything, to do anything you
ever wanted?" It was the opening he had rehearsed so many times. He
could see that he had her hooked.
It was a little more than three hours later when he called for his lawyers, so
that both could sign the documents he already had drawn up in case she
said yes.
It was not quite three weeks later when he woke up in a private hospital.
Or, to be more precise, his brain woke up inside of Selena Davis' body.
His--her--head was immobilized in a metal framework, but she
immediately realized that she had full sensation in her new body. As her
vision cleared, she realized two nurses and her doctor were looking down
on her. "Mister Bates?" the doctor asked. "How are you feeling?"
"Please," she said, using her new soprano voice for the first time, "call me
Miss Davis--or Selena--now. And I feel.....different, I guess is the best way
to put it. The world seems to look the same, yet...I would swear that the
colors are more vivid. And oh, she must have 20-20 vision! I haven't seen
this clearly since I was a child!" Then, unexpectedly, the new woman
began to cry.
"What's wrong, Miss Davis?" one of the nurses asked soothingly.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said through her tears. "I'm just so happy
and so relieved that it's worked, and that I'm going to be able to give
Elizabeth what she's wanted most of all--a mother."
With the advanced drugs and therapy the Bates research team had
developed, both brain transplant patients were out of their private hospital
suites in less than two weeks. The new Will Bates began issuing orders
even before he was released, ordering the exercise room at his estate to be
expanded, a full-time personal trainer be hired, and a tanning bed
installed.. The once-lovely woman could hardly stand to look in the mirror
at the sallow, geeky man she had become. Oh well; a look at all the zeroes
in the bottom line of her personal financial portfolio helped ease a lot of
the pain.
It wasn't surprising that the woman-turned male billionaire was focused
primarily on himself. That was the way she had lived her entire life; that
was why, when she became pregnant, she didn't give a second thought to
giving the baby away as soon as it was born. Only the strong religious
upbringing of her youth had prevented her from having an abortion.
And for that fact, the former Will thanked the good Lord each and every
day. Elizabeth had brought meaning, purpose, and joy to his life; the
hardest thing about this hospital stay and everything associated with it was
not giving up his fortune, not giving up his manhood, but rather spending
two weeks away from her.
As quickly as the doctors would allow it, Selena was up and about,
learning the way her new body moved. She relished the sway of her new
hips, the bounce of her small breasts, the weight of her new hair on her
shoulders. For the first time in her life, she felt graceful, instead of
awkward.
She had hired a team of grooming and fashion consultants to help her
make the transition to her new gender as smooth as possible. Selena
proved to be a quick and skilled pupil.
When the idea of becoming a woman had first hatched inside her old, male
skull, it had seemed to be just a means to an end--her daughter's happiness.
But now, there seemed to be so much more to it. She tried to analyze the
feelings; it wasn't something wildly sexual, it wasn't something high and
mighty; it was more like, of course, this is the way things were meant to
be. It was a thought that was a jolt, at first, but the more she thought about
it, the more comforting it was; the more certain she was that she had
chosen the right course. Even if it had meant surrendering all but $2
million of his $54 billion fortune to the former Selena, who now occupied
his old body.
She thought back to their negotiation session. "If I'm gonna look
like.......YOU!" the original Selena had said with obvious distaste, "I want
it all." When Will persuaded her that she would earn back the two million
just through a few days' interest payments, she had reluctantly agreed.
Soon, the day for leaving the hospital had come. The new Ford Focus she
had purchased was waiting for her at the front door. Several of her former
staff offered to drive her to the suburban ranch house she had purchased,
but she was adamant that she had to learn to do things for herself. She
hugged each of them goodbye, and was surprised to find her eyes
becoming teary. It was a beautiful spring Sunday morning; it seemed a
perfect representation of rebirth and new beginnings.
She didn't feel her heart beating heavily inside her chest until she was
pulling into the driveway. Then, the feelings hit her all at once. Leaving
her bags behind, she hurried to the door. Her hand was shaking so badly,
she could hardly get the key into the lock and get it opened up.
"Elizabeth?" she called. There was no answer. "Mrs. Philpott?" she said,
thinking the girl might be napping, and the housekeeper/nanny would
respond. She was only greeted by silence.
Selena herself had only seen the house before on the Internet, before
okaying the purchase. Mrs. Philpott had overseen the furnishings, along
with a decorator she had hired. She found herself loving the light pastel
colors on the walls, the gauzy curtains, the glassware and pottery, the
blonde wood; it was all very light, very warm, very feminine, and she felt
instantly at home.
The living room, dining room and kitchen were all empty, so Selena
hurried upstairs. Elizabeth's bedroom was empty. What was going on? She
had made sure Mrs. Philpott had known when she would be coming home.
She prayed Elizabeth hadn't taken it upon herself to try to go back to her
father; she doubted that her reception would be a warm one.
Finally, Selena threw open the door to the bedroom that she knew was
hers. There, in her best Sunday dress, her long brown hair combed to a
shine, the joy causing her face to glow, stood Elizabeth. Mrs. Philpott's
own creased face also wore a broad smile.
On the table was a small cake and a couple of presents.
Selena dropped to her knees at the same moment her daughter began
running to her. In an instant, Elizabeth's arms were around Selena's neck.
"Mommy, Mommy, is it really you?" Selena couldn't believe how
wonderful this moment felt. This was what surpassed all her dreams and
expectations.
Before, she had loved Elizabeth with all her heart; but now, there were
new dimensions to that love. Their bodies now fit together like two pieces
of a puzzle; the girl was truly of her flesh now, and she knew she would
give all she had, including her own life, if need be, to provide her with all
she needed in the world.
"Yes, honey, it's me," she said. "And I'm yours forever."
After what seemed like the longest time, they broke the embrace; Selena
kept a tight grasp on Elizabeth's hand, though. "Well ladies, what's the
occasion here?"
"Don't you know, Mommy?" Elizabeth asked.
"Uh--"
Mrs. Philpott raised an eyebrow. "I thought sure you had planned it out
this way, dear. After all, today is Mother's Day."
Elizabeth, smiled, and laughed.
"No, that's just a lucky coincidence," she said. She looked into her
daughter's shining eyes. "Besides, as far as I'm concerned, every day is
Mother's Day."
THE END
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