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The Great Shift: Be Thy Neighbor By Island Riter What had begun as a dull ache in my lower abdomen coming upon me slowly at first, had quickly escalated to full-blown distress. Running across the backyard dodging land mines (love nuggets Julie liked to call them) that Tiny, our 105 lb Lab mix, had deposited with the care and precision of an Army munitions expert, I began to wonder if I would make my final destination without an intestinal version of a land mine exploding in my pants. Running at full gait, I lost focus for a moment as I spied the quickly approaching French doors indicating the rear entrance of our house and planted my sandal clad foot directly in a fresh pile of Tiny's finest (and I think largest) piece of work to date. "Damn it Tiny!" I yelled not missing a beat between flinging the soiled foot covering and my next step closer to the house. Tiny merely raised his large square head to see what caused the commotion before yawning unconcernedly and resting his massive jowls once again on his front paws. As I glared at him in passing, I would swear he had a smirk on his face. Flinging open the doors without attempting to secure them behind me, I continued on at a pace that can only be driven by knowledge of immanent danger or the fear of fowling one's pants. Fortunately my goal was within easy reach. Rounding the corner while pulling my shorts down and sliding onto the toilet in a single motion, I quickly secured my penis between my testicles and left leg just as my battle with my rectum was lost. BRRRRAAAAAAAP! The large burst of gas caught me by surprise, I felt certain that my excess from the previous night's festivities would hold a much higher price! What a bunch of animals... what a party! Julie and I faced spending the rest of our Sunday cleaning up. We were the newest neighbors in our subdivision of new homes and high incomes. Having spent the last four years saving our money to put down on a mortgage that ended in more zeroes than I cared to think about, we had finally found our dream home. A single builder had developed the area we had chosen, so many of the homes came from very similar blueprints. Our house, for instance, could be seen replicated six or seven times within the community of 150 with only minor distinguishing features to the siding, landscaping, etc. But it had everything we had been looking for: a den for me, a huge kitchen for Julie and extra bedrooms for guests... and someday, children. We both wanted kids, but we were still young and our careers still on the rise, the time had never been right, but maybe now it was time to rethink our plans. Our marriage was good, our love strong, I hadn't brought it up recently, but planned to soon. Children would be the final piece in our union of life. Snapped out of my reverie by an exceptionally strong cramp, I groaned softly aloud and began to think back to the party the night before. We had invited most of the young couples that we knew: James and Randi, Paul and Carol, John and Donna just to name a few. But we had told everyone we knew to bring anyone else they knew - so before long, there were a dozen people we didn't even know tapping the keg. But what's a party without lots of people? James and I had hit it off from the first time we met - I knew right away he had great taste from the Cubs banner proudly displayed on the flagpole on the front of his house. The flag had been a conversation starter and before long, one of us was showing up at the other's house with a six pack of Miller Lite whether the Cubbies were playing that day or not. What really made it nice was that Julie and Randi got along great too. Julie is pretty picky about who she hangs out with. She's a strong willed woman and knows what she wants from life. For her to associate with woman that she considered to be a "Miss Muffet" or weak -- just didn't cut with her. But Randi was a spirited little mare herself, not to mention the fact that she wasn't too hard on the eyes. Like me, she was a runner, but she could run circles around me. I would typically go 4-5 miles a day and not feel bad, but that was just a warm-up for Randi. Her minimum run was 10 miles. "Only pussies do less than ten." She would tell me laughingly. Well color me pussy, 'cause 10 was well out of my range. And Donna - oh, mercy me. Donna was one hot babe! I had fuzzy memories of staring down her too small shirt at what must have been at least 38 D breasts (the exact opposite of Randi's) being held captive behind the too small cotton shirt. I also had one distinct memory of knocking her drink off the edge of the table just to see that oh-so-fine ass strain against her Capri pants outlining every thread of the thong she wore beneath. "Hey babe!" "Yeah?" I answered my thoughts brought quickly back to the present by Julie's searching voice. "I need to run down to Shop 'n Go to get some more trash bags. Do you need anything?" she asked with what I was sure was a touch of amusement in her voice. "Maybe some Malox." "Okay." She laughed in amusement "I'll be back pretty soon." I only grunted in response. My head throbbing and stomach crying in distress, I decided to end this ordeal. Pushing until I was red in the face, I finally managed to expel the object of my distress with a huge splash that covered my exposed ass with the mixture of toilet water and its contents. "Fuck!" I exclaimed grossed out by the very thought of the Molotov cocktail that dripped off my bare back side. Then everything caught up with me at once; my throbbing head, aching gut and a sudden bought of dizziness overwhelmed me and I passed out. A blast that shook the very foundation of the house brought me back to full consciousness. My mind still reeling from my brief blackout, I realized that there had been an explosion; before my mind became fully clear, my body took over. I couldn't have been out long; my privates were still dripping wet. Knowing there were more important things to be considered at the moment, I simply reached for my shorts with one hand while opening the bathroom door with the other in my race to find the source of the blast. Standing outside, the scene before me was one of mass confusion and hysteria. People wandering in the street, adults and children crying, a car engulfed in flames. That had been the cause of the explosion - a car going too fast had hit a huge tree and... wait! I began running toward the burning vehicle as fast as my legs would carry me as I recognized the outline of the vehicle. "NO!" I screamed as I realized that it was Julie's new Trans Am that lay burning before me. My mind was a rush of emotion and adrenaline as I ran forward, determined to pull her out of the fiery mass. The heat was unbearable as I continued my approach; I felt as if I would burst into flames myself at any second. Vision blurred by tears I was only a few feet away when suddenly my approach was halted. Someone had grabbed me from behind and was holding me securely, actually lifting my feet off the ground! The arms that encircled me were incredibly strong! I writhed and twisted in an attempt to escape, but my captor was not budging an inch. He must be a giant! I was 6'2" and over 200 lbs myself and he was holding me like a child holds a tiny doll! It wasn't until I heard the masculine voice talking that I realized I had never stopped screaming. My throat raw, I finally began to stop although the tears refused. At first I couldn't make out what he was saying then slowly I heard his words for the first time. "Randi, you have to stop. There's nothing you can do to save him." Randi? Save him? What the hell was he talking about? I looked around the crowd searching for Randi's familiar face, but did not see it. Finally I managed to twist myself around enough to come face to face with... my face! That was it! I must be caught up in some bizarre nightmare or I had suddenly gone stark raving mad or, or maybe I had suffered some sort of stroke and my mind was just creating all these delusions and none of it was real! That had to be it! I had suffered some sort of head trauma and this was my brains reaction to it. I was probably really lying in a hospital bed with Julie sitting by my side. "Yeah, that's all it is." I told myself again as the velvety blackness comforted me like a soft pillow as I fell once more into its lulling embrace. *** My first realization was that my head was throbbing with such intense pain that it would require at least 3 Advil or 2 beers to ease the pain. Next, the sun beating through the windows directly in my eyes was making the headache all the worse. And third, I had to piss like racehorse in heat. As I brought my hand up to cover my eyes, realization slowly crept back into my conscious mind that something terrible had indeed happened. I felt so weak; it took some effort to raise my arm in an attempt to block the glaring sun and as I caught a glimpse of it - my heart sank. The arms I had worked so hard on to sculpt and maintain had shriveled away to nothingness - my arm looked like it belonged on a child. "Hey... hey guys! I think she's coming around!" I heard a disturbingly familiar voice say from across the room. "Hi sweetie. How are you feeling?" I heard as Donna's face came into view - not to mention a spectacular view of her very fine cleavage. "You had us quite worried." My head still throbbing in perfect rhythm with my heart I croaked out the question most pressing on my mind. "How long?" "How long what honey?" she asked gently stroking a stray hair from my face. "How long... how long out?" "How long were you passed out?" Donna asked with a very confused expression on her face. Trying not to place further strain on my vocal chords which were obviously long disused by the sound of my voice I only nodded my head. Which only confirmed my theories on the length of time passed as I could feel the considerable length of my hair as it pulled underneath my head as I nodded. "Well, I don't know. Maybe an hour?" I only nodded again absently as my gaze wandered around my bedroom. Well, that would explain a lot. I had gone completely and utterly mad. How else could the entire d?cor including paint and furnishings have changed in only an hour? On top of all the other things I had noticed. My hair, atrophied arms, the length of my fingernails, my screechy voice. Madness was the only explanation that fit. Because of my acceptance of my total madness, it made it all the easier to accept the tall handsome man that wore my face coming into my line of view and sitting at the edge of my bed. It was really quite interesting to see the unfamiliar expressions on the face that I had seen every morning in the mirror for the last 28 years. Watching the eyebrows knit over the clear gray eyes with an obvious look of concern, a look that was at once familiar and oddly unfamiliar, the deep voice spoke. "This may sound like a really odd question, but one that we have to know... You are Randi Williams." He said more than asked. "Do you have any idea how weird it is that I'm talking to me asking me if I'm Randi?" I giggled in response to the bizarreness of the entire situation made all the more correct in this Superman Bizzaro inspired world I found myself in. Donna stood and gasped abruptly releasing my hand that she had been holding. My twin's mouth dropped open in a hilarious parody of surprise, as he demanded, "Who the hell are you?" "Why can't you see, you're me and I'm you silly. We're Kurt Hamon." I sputtered out laughing harder at the senselessness of the question. Why wouldn't my own twin know who I am? "Kurt? Is it really you?" my doppelganger's voice cracked as tears streamed down his face. "Of course it's me. Who else would I be?" I asked becoming more confused. For being mad, I sure felt sane - other than looking at this man who wore my face. My face and the outfit I had put on this morning. "Kurt, I need you to really listen to me. I know you're confused; hell, we're all confused. We've just had a few more minutes to get used to this than you. There's been an accident -- we don't know much yet, the news reports are still pretty sketchy." The other Kurt nodded toward the small television set across the room as he spoke. "What we do know is that somehow about 90% of the world-wide population have switched bodies." He continued. Kurt II, as I was coming to think of him, must have seen the complete look of confusion on my face as he stood and walked over toward the dressing table. If what he said were somehow true, then that meant that a stranger somehow now inhabited my body and if someone else were in my body then that meant... Kurt returned with a hand mirror, which he held before me. I blinked twice, rubbed my eyes, closed them, rubbed them again but Randi's penetrating blue eyes kept reflecting back at me. *** After flushing the toilet I pulled up the tiny pink panties and running shorts all the while trying desperately not to look at the area that had always revealed my manhood. I walked over to the mirror and just stared. "It could have been a lot worse." Kurt II said from the side of the bathtub where he sat keeping me company. "Yeah, I know." I sighed deeply looking over at my former wife. "So, let me understand this. After this "Great Shift" happened and you became aware that you were really me, you just assumed that I had become you?" "It stood to reason at the time that somehow we had switched bodies - not the fact that we had switched, but that we were in each others body." "So that's why when you grabbed me outside you kept saying there was nothing I could do to save 'him'. You thought I was really Randi and that Kurt had died in the car crash." "Yeah." Julie sighed then looked up at me. "What I really don't understand is how you didn't know you had swapped." "Well think about it. When you landed in my body, you changed locations from your car to sitting on the toilet. When I bounced, Randi was sitting on the toilet as well. When I snapped out of my daze, it was because of the explosion. My body was running the show, I barely noticed my surroundings." "Yeah, but you ended up in James and Randi's house, I don't..." She trailed off then I saw the look of understanding cross her face. "You didn't realize you had ever left because they have the same floor plan as we do in our house." "I thought I was going insane." "We all did." Julie said quietly, and then corrected herself. "We all do." *** Still not knowing what the future held for us, we decided to just go with what was still familiar and began the short walk home. Everything looked so different to me now... so much bigger. I definitely didn't like it. Our house was only a few doors down, so the walk was short - and very quiet. The air was still filled with the repulsive smell of burnt rubber, plastic... and human remains. We still had no idea who wound up the victim inside Julie's body in the terrible accident and it was likely we never would. As we entered the house, Tiny came bounding up jumping up on me nearly knocking my diminutive new frame to the floor. "Damn it Tiny!" Julie yelled in her new baritone. Tiny immediately dropped and cowered as I caught my balance. Julie began laughing. "What's so funny?" "It's just so weird to see him react as if I were you. He used to ignore me when I was in my old body. I could get used to this." "Yeah, wish I could say the same." I replied watching as Tiny raised his head a bit and tentatively wagged his tail as Julie laughed. Seeing there would be no newspaper swatting in the near future, Tiny slowly stood and walked over to me again. I began slowly scratching him around his ears; that is until he stuck his nose directly into my new crotch and began sniffing. "Knock it off!" I yelled trying to push him away, which of course he completely ignored. "Tiny!" I yelled in my firmest voice "Go lay down!" Now, keep in mind just a matter of hours ago, he would have slunk off head hanging in shame, but now, he merely pushed his nose harder into my crotch - further reminding me of the differences in my new anatomy. Sighing in exasperation, I finally pushed passed and went to sit in my recliner. As I entered the living room, I saw that Julie already had the television on watching a pimply-faced teenage boy captioned as "Professor Rudolph Freeman" giving his best theories on the cause of all the havoc. As I sat in the familiar recliner, it made all the changes sink home. My familiar friend that I had spent many the afternoon drinking beer and watching ball games and napped many the Sunday away in, simply did not fit my tiny frame. I began to cry. *** Stepping out of the shower, I stood nude in front of the full-length mirror trying to adjust to seeing the image before me. I was actually quite lucky. Not only was Randi about my same age (a year or two older if memory served) but also was in excellent shape. My thin blonde hair fell about shoulder length (I had always wondered why she kept in a ponytail - now I understood) and nicely framed her slightly oval face. Nose was just a tad long, but not anything that grabbed your attention on first meeting. It felt incredibly odd to run my tongue along the inside of my teeth. My parents hadn't bothered with the expense of braces, so to feel the smooth contour of Randi's was endlessly amazing to me. Nice toned arms, at least I wouldn't have to deal with that flabby arm skin - yet. She also tanned in the nude (a fact I had no idea of until today). Then there were her breasts, if you could call two nipples on a flat chest breasts. They were definitely feminine looking, small areola surrounded the light tan nipples, but there was no denying that she was flat as a board -- a fact that bothered me very little. Her nice smooth tummy was very sexy with a little outie button. She was also definitely a natural blonde. I think this was the first golden bush I had ever seen in person - unfortunately, it was from the wrong point of view. Boy was she ever limber too! With no effort I could stand flat-footed and touch the floor with my palms. This gave me an up close look at the amazing legs this girl had. Toned, shapely female flesh that rippled with muscle just under the skin. It was obvious the years of running had paid off! As I finished my rotation in front of the mirror I observed what I already knew - cute little butt - a little small for my tastes, but all in all, not a bad pooper. After checking myself out, I realized I was quite ready for bed. It had been a long, long day. After brushing my perfect little teeth, I found one of my old t- shirts and wore it as a nightgown. I hadn't thought to bring clean underwear from Randi's house, so I decided to try a pair of Julie's. The fit was so poor - Julie had much more shapely hips than I now had, that I ultimately decided to go commando until I could get back down to Randi's house and pick up her clothes - James surely wouldn't care. After all, his new shape (Donna's old) would certainly never fit into any of Randi's clothes! As I entered the bedroom, Julie was lying on top of the covers nude thoroughly engrossed in the examination of her new, fully engorged, penis. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked annoyed not having the slightest idea why it would annoy me that she was fondling herself. Smiling she looked up "Just checking out the package! It sure feels funny -- a hard-on, that is. It's so... so..." "Insistent?" I finished for her. "Yeah, kind of demanding isn't it?" "Uh-huh, but don't get any funny ideas." "I was just looking." Julie responded sounding a little hurt. "Okay, well, I'm exhausted. Let's just get some sleep." I sighed climbing into bed. *** The next three days passed in a blur. As one would imagine, mass confusion reigned over the world, but eventually everyone began to calm down and accept what had happened. And in an attempt to find some sense of normalcy in all the madness, people began to migrate back to the routines that had once known - myself included. With Julie and James' help I had taken the time to gather all of Randi's clothes and sort through them. Fortunately for me, outside of work, Randi was a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. But being a sales account manager for a local marketing firm, she also had quite a stock of "business appropriate" clothes that would work well for me for my job. Eventually I returned to work and tried to get down to the business of doing business. It took quite a while to find out who was who, but it actually didn't turn out to be such a big deal. We all were required to carry a photo id badge, so we simply took to wearing them on a lanyard around our necks. It seemed the most challenging part of work was not being embarrassed by absentmindedly walking into the wrong bathroom or not being offended when someone else made the same mistake. All in all, work was still work and was a therapeutic means to temporarily forget about what had happened. And so that was the way it was, everyone tried to adjust and go back to their old familiar lives as much as possible. Julie and I included. *** Watching Julie lying there made me feel a little warm deep in the pit of my stomach, kind of... of tingly almost. The longer I looked at her, the tinglier (is that a word?) I got. I was nearly positive if I looked I would be able to see the distorted waves of heat rising in the air from my groin. Trying desperately to think of other things and concentrate on Leno, it seemed I could only feel the wetness in my panties spreading. Unable to focus on television - he just didn't seem as funny since he swapped with Smitty from the Tonight Show Band - I rolled back over to face Julie. I had to admit; my old body was a pretty fine looking specimen. As I laid admiring my old body, the ache in my new loins seemed as persistent as the need I had always felt with my old equipment, just a different location with a different spin. Slipping out of my panties and pulling off my nightshirt, I scooted closer to Julie feeling the warmth of her body. Slowly I began running my fingers across her well defined pecs enjoying their hardness. Although still breathing deeply, I could see her body responding. My urges growing in strength, I tentatively slipped my now tiny hand into her boxers touching her engorged penis, exploring its hardness. The heat from the organ made me groan softly with anticipation. Julie was moving a bit, but still slept. Gingerly, I worked the organ out from the unbuttoned fly and admired it for a moment. It was really quite large. Not excessively long, I knew the exact dimensions by heart, perhaps a little longer than average, but the girth... ah the girth. I had been born blessed with a penis that was nearly six inches in girth. Every woman that I have ever been with commented on how much they enjoyed the way it felt, and now, it looked as though I was going to enjoy that experience as well. Head to head, so to speak, with my former penis was quite interesting. It was a view that I never anticipated in having, and I was amazed how much bigger it looked than from my former perspective. No longer able to control the rush of hormones that were overwhelming me, I did what seemed to be natural. Tentatively at first, I licked the head of the monster cock tasting the salty precum that had gathered at its head. Then slowly, I wrapped my mouth around the beautiful organ and began sucking it like a lollipop. It didn't take long for Julie to come full awake with my present ministrations. Groaning softly, she wrapped her fingers in my hair holding my head in place. As I began moving my head up and down along the shaft, my brain seemed to take control once more and I tried to pull my overfull mouth away. Julie held my head in place for just a moment - until I applied gentle pressure with my teeth as a warning. She quickly responded by releasing my hair. "Sorry." She mumbled, "Just got caught up in the moment." "Yeah, me too." "So now what?" "So now I'm so horny that if I don't do something I'm going to explode!" "I... I don't understand. I thought..." Agitated, I interrupted her. "I can't explain it Julie. It's like sometimes my body controls my brain and I just let it go. I still have the wants and needs of a woman, but the dreams and desires of a man." "You think I don't understand that?" Julie nearly screamed startling me out of my self-pity. "You have been nothing but a royal bitch since you lost your dick and now... and now you've become a prick tease! "You wake me up sucking my dick then tell me you don't like it and to leave you alone!" Julie continued on her tirade. "You of all people should know how that feels! If you don't want to have sex... fine, I understand! But don't light the fuse if you're not going to fire the rocket!" Feeling quite abashed I could feel the tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "You're right. I've been so self-righteous about my feelings that I haven't been thinking of anyone else's." "It's okay honey." Julie said much calmer now. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, it's just that, well, God, that just felt sooo good! I didn't want you to stop!" she said her penis slowly stiffening again at the memory. "And you have to remember something Kurt, it's not all about sex. You and I have history. If and when you're ready, it will be about love, about sharing, about giving ourselves to each other... not to mention the best fucking orgasm you can possibly imagine." She chuckled. My mind was whirling at all the thoughts running through it. She was right, this was the woman I had met, fell in love with and committed to spend the rest of my life with for better or for worse. And while I couldn't consider the circumstances as better, I certainly couldn't consider them worse as I pictured Julie's burning car in my mind. Making up my mind, I turned to face Julie, who was now sitting upright, and climbed onto her lap facing her. Apparently she liked this because I immediately felt her harden beneath me. "Kurt, you don't have to..." I silenced her with a passionate kiss as I pushed her to a prone position. *** Trembling slightly, I perched above the enormous cock then slowly began to impale myself upon it. Trying to think about baseball and not how insanely odd it felt to have such a large intrusion entering my body, I began my slow descent. "Oh my God!" I gasped as I continued my slow descent feeling the massive head make contact with my clitoris. "Oh my dear God!" Julie laughed softly knowing exactly how I felt. A little faster now, I further lowered myself onto Julie millimeter by millimeter then inch by inch until I could feel my clit hit her pelvic bone. I had no words to translate the feelings I was experiencing, but I can say that baseball was the last thing on my mind! It was as much about giving yourself to the alien flesh that penetrated you as it was the feelings the act generated. As a guy, it had been all about the feelings - as a woman it was as much about the act as it was the feelings. It was so... so fulfilling, so filling, so... oh hell, who cares? It felt better that anything I had ever experienced in my life and I was going to stop trying to analyze, relate and associate feelings and simply start enjoying them. Moving up and down at a faster and faster pace on Julie's fat dick, I quickly found it took some practice not to come up too far and slide completely off, yet I still desperately needed to make contact on the beautiful shaft with my clit. It didn't take long to get the hang of it, but I was only getting started when I tuned into Julie's loud groaning. "No! Not yet!" I gasped Too late Julie grabbed my hips pulling me tightly to hers as I felt her dick expand and contract deep within me. Exasperated that she had already blew her load I angrily pulled myself off her already softening organ. "Wait... I'm sorry." She whispered. "I... I didn't know. It won't happen again." "Fat lot of good that does me now." I said rolling away from her, tears blurring my vision as her seed dripped from my crotch. Damn these tears that came forth unbidden so easily. After a few moments, I felt her strong hands on my shoulders slowly and gently rubbing them. Eventually one hand moved to my neck as the other crept around to my chest and began alternately caressing my nipples. I was beginning to think I would have to forgive her... I sighed softly realizing how good her hand felt on my nipples as they began to harden under her attention. Pulling me towards her, Julie firmly planted her lips on mine exploring my mouth, running her tongue over my smooth teeth. I was so turned on that I didn't even mind the rough stubble that covered her face. Moving from my mouth to my ears then to my breasts, Julie continued her attentions to my needs. As she covered my right nipple in a moist embrace and wrapped it with her tongue I thought I would go mad with passion. As I began clawing at the sheets, Julie slid her tongue down my taught stomach and stopped just before the slim stripe of pubic hair Randi had shaved above my new pussy. Carefully climbing between my legs, Julie lowered herself into position and began to do something I never had been able to do bring myself to do for her. Slowly, Julie began licking my pussy clean of our mixed juices. I had always been happy to bring her to screaming orgasms with my tongue, but never after I had spent my seed. Her selfless act made the passion all the more intense while bringing me up to and over my first female orgasm. And I knew immediately, there would be many, many more. *** Time passed as time has a tendency to do. The world moved on and those who could adjust - did, those that could not, well they moved on in different ways. James started coming around more and more and we still watched the Cubbies play - although it just wasn't the same. I don't know if it was because the new inter-gender leagues didn't hold the same appeal or if it just was just too weird to look over at my best friend dressed in a halter-top and getting turned on by his giant tits. Regardless, we carried on the tradition and sometimes Julie would even join us. Randi never came back and we each had our own theories as why - although I never shared mine. James thought perhaps she was trapped in the body of an infant and would have to grow several years before being able to communicate the fact that she had been a grown woman. In private, Julie shared with me that she thought Randi simply had an opportunity to make a clean break from James and Donna's not-so-secret secret love affair. Saving her the grief and heartache that such affairs always carry. Me, I think it was Randi that was trapped in Julie's burning car that day. I don't know why, but I just seem to know that with some certainty. Ever since I ended up in my new body, I seem to have these... flashes I guess is the best term to describe them... of intuition that have yet to be wrong. At first I shared them with Julie, until about a month ago when I awoke from a dream. In the dream I was standing over a grave in nearby Miller's Grove Cemetery holding the hand of a little blonde girl with clear gray eyes as she placed flowers on the marker. And while I couldn't see the inscription, I had no doubt who lay beneath. *** I stood silently as the endless procession of faces passed by me, their words of consolation going mostly unheard. I had decided to wear black that day. A black dress with low-heeled shoes and all that I could think about as the procession continued was how damn uncomfortable these fucking shoes were. Then finally the end - and at the end, one bright face. James'. "How you doin' sweetheart?" he said hugging me tightly smashing his huge breasts into my tiny ones. "I'll live." I responded hands gently moving to protect the soft swell of my stomach as I eased away from his embrace. "It's not your fault you know." "I know. But I still blame myself thinking that somehow it should have been me." "She was just destined to go." "I realize that, but it just doesn't make it any easier." I said looking into James' deep brown eyes while tears streamed from my own. "You know I'm here for you." He said gently entwining the fingers of his hand between mine. "I know. And I'm really glad. Really. Junior here will definitely benefit from having her Auntie James around." "Her? I thought you weren't going to find out?" "Women's intuition." "Oh, by the way, it's not going to be 'Auntie James', it's going to be 'Momma James'." "Is that a fact?" "It is. Now that it's just the two of us girls there's no sense in having two big empty houses - I'm moving in." he stated in a tone as casual as if were inviting me over to watch Monday Night Football. "Pretty assuming aren't you?" "Give it up Kurt. You know that I loved you like a brother before all this. And now... and now that love has grown to be something far greater. I love you... and I'm in love with you." He admitted his voice trailing off as he dropped his eyes. "I know." I said quietly as I squeezed his hand tightly. "I've known all along." Meeting my eyes once again, James asked incredulously, "You did? But... but how? I was so careful! I..." "Women's intuition." I repeated thinking back to a different dream. Except this was a happier one, a female version of the wet dreams I had experienced in my youth. In this dream, James and I were tangled in each other's arms in the throws of passion. Still holding James' hand I began pulling him toward the car silently waiting to drive me to Miller's Grove Cemetery. "C'mon, I gotta pee." "Again?" "Get used to it." I said leaning over to gently kiss his cheek. "Women!" he said in mock exasperation as we climbed into the waiting limo. Fini