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Two grandmothers help a young man realize his dreams. This is a following story to my earlier story, 'By the Book', and uses some of the same characters, but is set in the present time. UPDATE ? by: Geneva "Bye Honey, see you at suppertime," I said, as I offered my lips for Roy to kiss me. He put his hands round my waist and squeezed me, stroking my back. "I feel guilty leaving you here, Ellen. It's such a nice day. Do you want to go out for a drive instead?" I shook my head. "I know you've been looking forward to your golf game, Roy, and anyway, I've things to do, baking and so on. Maybe we can go out for dinner when you get back. Have a good game." "Thanks. Oh well, have a good time yourself, Ellen." He squeezed me again and slid his hand down to pat my rear. "Hmm, not bad for a grandmother in her sixties." I slapped his arm lightly. "The neighbors may be watching," but I pursed my lips to him anyway to kiss again. "You're not bad yourself, old man. Glad you can keep up with me." I watched as he got into the car. He blew me another kiss and I waved back as he drove out of the driveway. It was a nice Fall day and it might be the last golf game he got in this year. I went into the kitchen, turned on the stove and pulled out the recipe card. The recipe was simple enough, and goodness knows, I really didn't need a card. I had used this cookie recipe often enough. This batch were for a church bake sale, and my younger daughter Ruth and her two girls, Madison and Jessica, were coming over later. I made an extra big lot, as the girls were always enthusiastic about my home-baked cookies. I was almost finished and was about to wash my hands when there was a knock at the door. I peered out the side window and saw a familiar figure. I opened the door for him. "Well, what brings you here, Duane? Oh excuse my hands. I've just been baking." I turned my cheek for him to give me a kiss. Duane's brothers had gone through that phase when they did not want to kiss their grandmother, but never Duane. Duane was the youngest son of my older daughter, Sarah. He and his three brothers had been frequent visitors, but as the three older ones grew, their visits had dropped off. I was sorry not to see them so much, but I knew teenage boys and young men usually found more interesting things to do than visit their almost seventy-year old grandparents. Duane was different. We had always got on well and he was a frequent visitor. Duane sniffed the air appreciatively. "Maybe it's the smell of your cookies. Grandma," he grinned then gave me a great big hug. "Like some coffee?" I said. "I was about to have a cup myself." "Sure. Where's Grandpa?" "He had a golf game. Did you want to see him" "No. I mean not particularly. I was just going to go off on a holiday and I thought I would come and see you both before I left." "A holiday? That's nice. Where are you going?" "Oh, I thought I would take two weeks, drive out to California. Probably San Francisco, drive down the coast to Los Angeles and San Diego." "Anyone going with you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I liked Duane. He was a nice boy and I was surprised he hadn't settled down with a girl yet. Anytime I had asked if there was anyone in his life he had just smiled quietly and shook his head. I always had hopes. He was a nice looking young man, and seemed to be kind. I knew he would make a good parent. It was the same this time. "No, I'll just be going myself. You know, Grandma, I would swear you are trying to fix me up." I gave him my sweetest smile. "Well, isn't that a grandmother's right? Maybe someday you'll meet the right girl and get married, and you know, I think you'd be good with children, Duane." He colored slightly. "Gee, Grandma, don't rush things. But enough of me, how are you doing?" I shrugged. "Thanks for asking, but Grandpa and I are both well, apart from the occasional colds. You know we try to keep active and eat well." That was true, but I had something else going for me, something from almost half a century ago. We chatted on a bit and I saw him finish three of my cookies. My heart filled with pride when I looked at him. Just then Ruth arrived with her two girls. They ran to Duane and hugged him. I saw the pleasure in his eyes as he knelt down to talk to them. He had a way with children, full of stories for them, and always glad to play games with them. "How are you Duane?" asked Ruth. "Fine, Aunt Ruth." "And how are your parents?" Duane's mother was married to Henry Klein, a lawyer in one of the corporations downtown. He was a staunch member of one of the more fundamentalist churches. He was also a local organiser for the Republican Party, but I didn't hold it against him. The pleasantries went on for a few minutes then Duane looked at his watch. "I guess I'd better be on my way. So, Grandma, see you when I get back." He affectionately kissed his two nieces and Ruth, and gave me a big hug. "See you in a week or so." "Where is Duane going?" asked Ruth, when he had left. "He said he was taking a holiday, driving to California." Ruth nodded slightly, as if she had expected that. I thought it strange, but Madison and Jessica were yelling at me to play a game with them and I let it pass. Duane was a nice fellow indeed. His mother was a bit uptight. I thought she was too influenced by Henry, but it was not my business to interfere. Ruth was much more easy going. Funny how your children can be so different! It was three weeks before I saw Duane again. He looked tanned from the sun, but he did not seem rested. In fact he looked as if he had lost weight. "How was your visit? Where did you get to?" I asked. "I went to San Francisco, as I said, but instead of the coast I drove down the central valley and spent some time at Palm Springs." "Wasn't it terribly hot?" "Yes, warmer than this, but it was pleasant this time of year, and anyway, the place I was at was well air conditioned." I noticed his manner. He had something on his mind. "Is something troubling you, Duane? You seem ill at ease." "Grandma," he hesitated, "you and I have always been close. I feel I can confide in you. You've never been judgmental of me. I've got something to tell you. Please don't be offended." I was concerned. "Offend me with what?" "You have always tried to steer women to me, or me to them. I should tell you it's no use." He hesitated. "I....I think I'm gay." "What?" I started. I wanted to yell at him but I held my tongue in check. I wondered if I had been a fool. The signs were there. Or were they? Oh no, surely he was just shy with girls, and mistaken. "Oh Duane, you're kidding me. Are you sure? Come on, just relax, I'm sure it's just that the right girl hasn't come along yet. When she does you'll fall in love with her. I know your mother is looking forward to grandchildren sometime." He looked at me, tears now swelling in his eyes. He was sniffling, shaking his head. He dried his eyes on the tissue I held to him. I patted him on his shoulders. "Come on now. We'll say no more about it. Now tell me where else you were." He told me about his trip West. I had never seen them, but Colorado sounded beautiful. So did Arizona. My friend Rachel, who lived at a place between Flagstaff and Prescott, had always been at me to visit her, When Duane had left, I kept thinking about what he had said. Surely the boy was mistaken! I knew he would eventually be happy. He was my favorite grandson, after all. I saw Duane rather infrequently over the next weeks. At first he still seemed troubled, but then one visit he seemed much calmer. He embraced me tightly as he left. I thought he was turning a corner. Roy and I were sitting at supper the next night when the telephone rang. Roy answered it. I saw the color drain from his face. He was nodding. "Anything we can do? Do you want us at the hospital?" I felt myself go cold. "What is it?" I screamed. Roy nodded and put down the phone. "That was Henry," he said. "He's calling from the hospital. It's Duane. He tried to kill himself." I was already rushing to get my coat, but Roy held me. "Ellen, we'd just be in the way. He has his parents and his brothers." "But he may die!" I cried. Roy shook his head." Actually he will probably be all right. It was an overdose of sleeping pills he took. He was in his car, but a policeman found him fairly quickly and called an ambulance. They pumped out his stomach and he should be okay." "But why?" I wailed. "Ellen, I don't know. I'm sure we will find out sometime." Indeed, Duane made it. A few days later he was discharged from hospital, but when I asked Sarah about it she shook her head. "I don't know. He has seemed preoccuppied the last few years, but he wouldn't tell us what was bothering him. Maybe too much time on his hands. Henry and the other three boys have tried to get him involved in sports like they are, but he's not interested." When I saw Duane again I was shocked. He had lost much more weight. "Duane, how are you." I embraced him. I stroked his cheek. "You know, you should eat more. You are wasting away." "Yes, Grandma," he nodded patiently, "I'll make sure I eat more." "Duane? I asked. "Your father said you took an overdose. Surely it was an accident?" "No Grandma, it was not. I wanted to kill myself but I was unsuccessful." "But why?" "I don't fit in. Remember I told you I was gay." "And you were wrong," I insisted. "You're just mistaken." "No," he interrupted, "it's true. Remember that time I went to California. I wanted to meet people like me. Try to understand my feelings." I sat down heavily. I had heard of the gay communities there, and to think my grandson, my favourite was one of them! I paced about the room, distraught. "And Palm Springs," he went on. "I went there. It has a large gay community. I even went to a resort for gay men and.." "Stop, stop," I screamed. "You're torturing me." At last I sat down with him, holding my hands to stop them shaking. He was my favorite. I wanted him to be happy." Do your parents know?" He shook his head. "And how were your... experiences in Palm Springs?" I asked, measuring out the words, choosing them carefully. "Not good. Something was missing." "See," I tried to control myself. "You're not really gay." "Oh yes I am. I'm attracted to men, but even making love to a man, or having him make love to me, it's not enough. I like women too, but as friends. I want to talk about their lives with them, their relationships, clothes, their children. I want to be like them. I would even like to be a woman in all ways. I feel I am a woman in a man's body. I want to live as a woman, have a man make love to me, and have children but I know that's impossible. I've the body of a man. My genes are male. I don't have a womb or breasts. Even if I could afford the money and be altered surgically, and take hormone doses, I could never conceive, bear or nurse children. I'd just be a fake." He began crying brokenly. My mind was in turmoil. I loved him very much. I wanted to help him but I had never expected this. I felt so helpless. "Dwayne," I said, "you could adopt children, and lots of women can't nurse their children, or don't want to." "Yes, I know. I've even thought of that, but I'd still think it was a sham. and anyway, it wouldn't be like bearing them myself." I saw he was desperate. So was I. I had to save him. I sat and thought of something that had happened, so many years ago. "Dwayne," I said, hesitating, "Let me think about this. Come and see me in a week. I may be able to help you. Promise me you won't do anything drastic before then." I looked him up and down. "Oh, also, your hair is fairly long. Don't get it cut until you see me again. And don't cut your fingernails." He looked at me with a curious expression but nodded. I gave him a hug and saw him out the door. Then I sat down with a cup of coffee and thought hard. Finally I got on the telephone to my old friend Rachel in Arizona. A week later Duane called me. "You asked me to call you in a week. Can I see you now, Grandma?" "Yes, come over. I have someone I want you to meet." My heart was thumping, but I smiled nervously to my guest. Fortunately, Roy was out again, at a Shriner's meeting this time. Duane arrived in about ten minutes. "Come in, Duane," I said. He looked surprised to see my guest. Rachel had aged very well. Like me, she was in her late sixties now, but was still very well preserved, her figure slim and curved like a younger woman, her face almost unlined. I knew her hair had really turned almost white, but she kept it dyed auburn, and today she had it styled. She was even wearing makeup and her clothes were stylish, a knee length tan skirt and a blouse with a small floral pattern with an expensive-looking sweater draped over her shoulders. I thought I was as pretty as her, but Rachel seemed to have a better dress sense. I thought wryly of those first times when I had to give her advice on clothes and grooming. "Duane, this is my cousin Rachel from Arizona. She is visiting us for a bit, and, I hope you don't mind, I asked her advice about you." He looked hurt. "Grandma, it was meant to be confidential." "I know, but I am concerned about you. I've explained what you said about your feelings to Rachel. Do you still feel that way?" "Yes, maybe even more so." "Duane," began Rachel, "Ellen tells me that you are very unhappy. But, you know, being gay no longer has the same stigma that it once had. I'm sure you could live as a woman, dress that way, yes, have some operations. With hormones you could almost be like a woman. No one would know, and if you thought of yourself as one it.... " "No, it wouldn't," broke in Duane. "I feel I'm a woman trapped in a man's body. It's a man's body," he emphasised, "but I want to be able to carry babies, my own. I want to live with an ordinary man in an ordinary house, dress like an ordinary woman, have ordinary children." "No mother wants to think of their children as ordinary," I said, trying to lighten the conversation. Duane even managed to smile a little. "Well, you know what I mean, Grandma." I looked at Rachel. There were tears at the corners of her eyes, but when she spoke her voice was harsh. "And just what would you know of it, Duane? You are full of fanciful ideas. I suppose you think being a woman all about wearing stylish, pretty dresses, smart shoes, pretty lingerie and makeup, and having a good-looking man pay attention to you, take you out and make blissful love to you! Don't you know there's the bother of monthly periods, with pads or tampons, backache and tender breasts. Then when your periods end at menopause, you have to go though all sorts of physical turmoil and readjustment. And having babies is no cakewalk. Your figure gets swollen, and you have difficulty even turning in bed. I had three kids and each hurt like Hell. Then there's the pain and trials of raising the kids, going through selfish behaviour, tantrums, endless messy diapers, toilet training, difficulties at school and so on. You are tied down with them for years, your best years. And raising them is expensive. "And then, apart from that, even though things are better now, at work you are at a disadvantage to men. You are expected to pay more attention to your appearance and clothes or you will be criticised, even by other women. You have to work harder. You get some of the less pleasant jobs. You are treated worse. Men are stronger, and you have to learn to handle them correctly, not wound their bloody male pride. They are more assertive than women, but if you try to be like them people will call you a bitch. Do you really want that?" "Yes, I think so," he sobbed, "But you come here and insult me. What would you really know about my misery, the pain I am feeling?" "Duane?" she spoke softer now. "What I am going to tell you has to be absolutely confidential. Do I have your promise not to say anything to anyone?" Duane looked surprised, but nodded. Rachel took his hands in hers. "Then I have a secret to tell you. You know the turn of phrase, been there, done that? Well, I ....was once a man." Duane looked closely at Rachel and shook his head in disbelief. "Who are you kidding?" "Yes, it's really true. I was a man, but now I'm a woman, completely. Complete in all parts of my anatomy. Even if you looked at my chromosomes, I am completely a woman. It was a magic spell that did it. Another secret. I don't know if you've heard the story, but it's about your grandmother's brother John, who they said went to California and disappeared." Duane's brow furrowed. "Yes, I heard about him." He looked at me questioningly. "Well, I'm really John, or at least, I was John. What happened was a friend visited us once, that time Ellen and I lived together. We had an antique bookstore then. My friend, Fred Gymbal was his name, had brought along an old book. It had some spells in it and we read one. It was dumb, I know, but who would have believed in magic spells in this day and age? I was half drunk at the time as well, and not as cautious as I should have been. It turned out that the spell turned all who were in earshot of it into beautiful women. It sure did with me. Ellen was there too, She was already a good looking, but it made her into a real beauty." Duane looked at me sceptically. "Yes. It's true," I whispered. "What about your friend?" "He was killed in a car crash very soon after he left our house. We think that he was also affected by the spell and when it began to change him he lost control of the car. It crashed and burned. The spell makes men unconscious when they are changing. Women, or at least Ellen did, they get shivery but don't faint or anything. I can tell you, waking up and finding myself in a woman's body was a real shock. I was in terror. It took me a long time just to accept it and then to get used to it. It was a struggle. I had to make a completely new life for myself." "Where had your friend got the book?" Rachel shook her head. "I don't know. Fred was an antique furniture dealer and said he had found it in an old piece that he had bought somewhere in Louisiana. Apart from that, we don't know. The book was quite old. It was faded and stained. Goodness knows what its history was. Part of it, the instructions, was written in German, in an old German script, but the actual spell was in some other language I didn't recognize." "In fact there was also a reverse spell, but as I said, Fred went off with the book before the first spell took effect, and when we heard he had crashed, I thought the book would have been destroyed in the fire. It turned out I was wrong. It must have been thrown from the car as it crashed. One of the policemen, a friend of Roy's, gave it to us a year later. It had been picked up near the crash, but they didn't connect the two. To them it just seemed like another old book, and he gave it to us as we had the antique bookstore." "You could have used the reverse spell then, and changed back." "No, by then it was too late. In the year since I changed, I had grown to accept being a woman, in fact," Rachel blushed, "I had got to even liking it better than being a man. Also, I'd had enough stress with getting used to being a woman. I didn't want to have to go through the process all over again to return to being a man. But the main reason was, by then I had fallen in love with a man, my late husband, Bill Lawson." "So could I see that book, Rachel?" "Unfortunately not. I destroyed it. Burned it. Threw it in a stove." I saw Duane's face fall. "But why?" he said, "It could have been useful." "Duane?" Rachel was not finished. "As I just said, it was very stressful for me. I was a happy heterosexual man until the spell changed me. Then it must have taken me months to adjust. Eventually I was happy with my change. I suppose the female hormones gradually overcame my male conditioning. The reason I destroyed it was I was so happy that I did not want any temptation of changing back, and I also wanted to make sure no others would have to undergo the same experiences. Now Ellen tells me you would like it. You could have used it." There was a sudden gleam of hope in Duane's face. He looked Rachel up and down. "You seem to have done well. You seem happy, and I must say, you don't look like a sixty year old. Oh!" A sudden realization hit him. "That's why Grandma always looks so young for her age!" "Yes, that's right. And I should say I am happy too. Bill and I had a great life together. Yes, he died of a heart attack two years ago." Rachel took a tissue to a tear at the side of her eye. "I'm sorry." She blew her nose. "When I spoke to you earlier I was deliberately rather harsh. I wanted to make sure you were absolutely determined. I have been lucky. I had a wonderful husband. We raised three great kids. I enjoy being a woman. I'm happy that it turned out that way. But would you be as lucky? Not all women have a nice well-off middle-class life like I had." She looked Duane up and down. "Although I suppose you have one advantage over me. I liked girls as women. The last thing I would have dreamed of before my change was letting a man make love to me. But Ellen tells me you think you are gay?" Duane flushed slightly. "But if the book is destroyed, I can't do anything. Or do you remember the spell?" Rachel shook her head. "Ellen heard it too, but I asked her about it and we can't remember many of the words of the spell. I would tell you to forget the whole thing, but Ellen is very concerned about you. She says you even tried to kill yourself. So, maybe against my better judgment, I have been talking with Ellen about what to do. We wonder if a hypnotist could get us to remember the words." "But wouldn't the hypnotist then change into a woman?" "Good point. We wondered about that, but that would only happen if the hypnotist was a man. We'd need to find a female hypnotist! But unfortunately there may be more to it than that. The original spell book was covered in skin, human skin. I'd bet that had something to do with its powers. Maybe the hypnotist would be unaffected." Duane looked horrified. "Where on earth could we get human skin? You'd need a corpse and no undertaker or hospital would let you have any. It'd be unprofessional to say the least, not to mention illegal, and even if they did, they would be very, very curious." "I have been thinking about that," I said. "I wonder if the skin really has to be dead! What would it be like if we wrote the spell, assuming the hypnotism is successful, on my body, or your's, Rachel?" Rachel's eyes opened wide, emphasizing her eyeliner and mascara. "It's worth trying. But where do we find a suitable hypnotist?" "Are you kidding?" I said. "The magazines are full of ads for hypnotists, claiming they can stop you smoking, or get you to lose weight, or all sorts of other things." Rachel cocked her head skeptically." Yes, but how many of these are genuine?" "I'll tell you," I said, "one of the ladies in my bridge group, her husband was a psychiatrist. They sometimes use it, and Roy has a few contacts in the police. They occasionally use hypnotists to help jog witnesses' memories of crimes and so on. Duane," I said. "I'm still uneasy about this. Yes. I will help you, but even if we can do it, you are going to have some problems, major ones. You will have to build a complete new identity, cut yourself off from all friends and relatives, even more than if you were just to come out of the closet, as they say. At least it will not be so much trouble nowadays getting you some identification. People may still snigger at transexualism, but, at least it's not unknown. You will be able to change your name and driver's license and so on. "But by far the most troublesome part will be our own family. What about your parents? Even if we can do this thing, they will get, not just a gay son, not just a transvestite, not just a surgical transformation, but a full fledged, genuine daughter. Your brothers would have a real sister. It would be quite a shock, wouldn't it? Can you face them and the rest of your family? Could they accept you, or even face you? Your aunts, uncles, cousins as well. Someone will want to know all about it, and the tale will be out. And what would they think of me? And what would it do to the family? Finally, I am not prepared to face all the media hoopla. I didn't want it fifty years ago when my brother John was unexpectedly transformed into Rachel here, and I sure don't want it now. What about your co- workers? This has to be absolutely secret." Duane shook his head. "I don't know. Co-workers are easy. I had been thinking of getting a new job anyway, or going to college. I could even leave the city and start somewhere else. But Mom and Dad, I wouldn't want to hurt them and I can see they would be shocked at my change and curious as to how it happened." "I am afraid that whatever you do, Duane, it's going to hurt somebody," I said, "but the worst would be if you killed yourself. If you did use the spell, assuming we can get it, there would be a terrible upset in the family. If you disappear, it will be a blow to your parents. Maybe the best thing would be to go off, and then gradually break contact with your family, but they will always wonder about you, your mother especially. But maybe that option is the best of a bad bunch." Rachel looked at me. She nodded slowly in approval. I took his shoulder. "All right, Duane, let us see what we can do. Come back in...No! give me call in about a week." Rachel and I watched out the window as he drove off. She shook her head. "God, who'd have thought it. We are back to that damned spell after all that time. I wish I'd never seen it." I embraced her. "You couldn't see what would happen, and besides, you're happy how things turned out for you aren't you. You had a nice loving husband, you have three successful children and several beautiful grandchildren, just like me." "All right, I know, but let's get on with things, starting tomorrow. Why don't we try that psychiatrist 's wife you know?" " Yes, That's Sadie Bloom. I'll get in contact with her and see if her husband can recommend any women hypnotists from his psychiatry days." "Won't she be curious?" I grinned at Rachel. "Probably. Sadie is a bit nosy but I'll just say it is a nutty cousin from Arizona who is getting forgetful and wants to remember some stories her mother told her." Rachel made a face at me. In fact we were successful the first time. Dr. Bloom suggested a female hypnotist and we made an appointment to see her. We saw right away that she was ideal, and very friendly. We explained that it was teenage prank we wanted to remember, that we were writing a story about our lives and wanted some details. She leaned back in her chair, with her glasses down at the end of her nose and looked at us skeptically." Ladies, something is not quite right, but you'll be paying me well enough, so I won't ask any questions. Okay, when do you want to try this out? Remember, I can't guarantee the results." "Well, both of us were present, so maybe we both remember what the words were, somewhere in our subconscious. Maybe you could hypnotize me first and Rachel can take notes, then put her under and I take notes, and we can compare to see if we have the words the same. When is convenient for you?" She looked at her diary. How about the day after tomorrow, around two? Usually these things take about an hour each." " Now how about some shopping?" I said to Rachel as we left the office. "That is one thing I miss. We used to have so much fun shopping together after you changed. It's a good thing I had daughters to accompany me shopping when you moved to Arizona. God, I miss you!" "I miss you too, but Bill was all keen to leave this flat countryside. He liked the mountains and it's a nice locality, just near Prescott where I live. I did think about moving back after Bill passed away, but I've got too settled there now with new friends, and besides, it's nearer California where all of my kids now live." Just like old times, we poked around several shops but we as we were soon feeling the need of a rest our paths led us to the Starbucks in the mall. Rachel sipped her latte and shook her head in wonder. "This place has really expanded, and changed. I don't recognize it. You know, I still remember that first time, when I was changed, and you took me here. I was terrified in case anyone recognized me." "No danger of that. The spell sure worked well. You looked good. Hell, you still look good." "So do you," said Rachel. We grinned at each other." But it was my first time shopping, as a woman, I mean." "Well, it was either that or you let me do your shopping for you, and I didn't have time for that, and I had to get you able to fend for yourself." We were barely back home when Duane called. His face was gray. "Duane, what's the matter?" His face had a wry expression. "The good news is that one of my problems is solved. I no longer have to worry what my parent's reaction would be. The bad news is that they now know I am gay, and they kicked me out." He began to cry. "Oh, Duane, how did they find out?" I asked. "Did you tell them?" "Yes, eventually. It was that resort I was at in Palm Springs. I thought they were supposed to be discreet, but they sent a brochure to me at home. Mom was suspicious and opened it. She confronted me and I admitted it all to her. She told Dad and we had a big fight. They say I'm never to go back there again." I did not know what to think. This made our plans easier, but I was distressed at his anguish. I knew there would be trouble. I heard a car come into the driveway. It was Duane's mother, Sarah. Sarah's mouth opened when she saw Duane. "Has he told you?" she asked. "Yes, just now." Sarah was furious. She yelled at Duane. "And what do you think about it now, Duane? Shame on you, upsetting your grandmother like that! And what a shame for our family! Your father is so upset! Oh Duane, how could you!" Her anger spent, she collapsed on the sofa. I held her and comforted her until at last she got control of herself. "Duane," she said between sniffles, "You've upset me terribly, but it's your life. You do as you want, I am very disappointed, but you're still my son. I don't want to lose you. Please keep in touch. I know your dad has told you to stay away, but maybe he'll eventually come around to accepting you. But you're my youngest son, my baby. I wanted to see you settle down, get married, raise a family of your own. I had hoped to hold your children, my grandchildren. Now I won't." She started crying afresh. She rushed to our washroom. I felt teary eyed too and Rachel was looking stricken. "Will I tell her our plans?" I whispered to Rachel, Rachel shook her head and whispered back." I don't think that would be a good idea. You and I had this secret for years. Now Duane knows about it. Now you want Sarah to know about it. That's enough. The fewer the better, less distractions for us." Sarah was back in a few minutes, Her eyes were still red, but she looked more composed. "Duane," she said, "I'm so sorry. I'm so disappointed. Now you'll never marry, never have children. I thought you would make such a good father too. I know it's your life, but your father is so disappointed, shocked too. I have to go now. Bye Mom," she said, and kissed me. She looked at Dwayne. "Please try to keep in touch with me somehow." She hugged him. I looked at Rachel and Duane. We did not seem to know what to say. I felt drained. At last I got myself together. I looked at my watch, then at them. "Now, I think you'd better go, Duane. Roy will be back soon and I don't want him asking questions. There are too many red eyes around here. Why don't you book into a hotel or motel, or is there some friend you can stay with? Call us tomorrow evening." I broke the news to Roy when he returned home. Rachel was diplomatically keeping out of sight. Roy sagged visibly. At last he poured himself a drink of whisky. "You know. I was beginning to wonder about that boy." He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Will he still come by here?" I shrugged, "I don't know" "Well Ellen, if you see him, tell him he is still welcome here. I don't like it, but I'm sure he can't control the way he is made." I was surprised at Roy's tolerance. In some ways he had seemed the most straight-laced of our family. Maybe he was getting more tolerant as he got older. I hugged him, but I did not tell him about our plans. I drove with Rachel to the hypnotist's office two days later. We explained again what we wanted. We said that we had been reading something about fifty years ago, and wanted to remember it. The hypnotist shook her head sceptically. "I may be lucky, but that's a long time ago. Of course, if it was something that had a great effect on your lives, it would help." I saw Rachel's eyes flickering, but she said nothing. "Okay? Who's first?" said the hypnotist. I pointed to Rachel. "Maybe Rachel first. I'll take notes." I watched as she had Rachel lie back on a couch and get comfortable. I turned on our tape recorder. The hypnotist was speaking to her very softly and in an even tone. I saw Rachel's eyes begin to close. After a few minutes the hypnotist nodded to me. "Rachel," she said softly, "It's a long time ago. You are with your friend Fred. He is visiting you at your old house, the one on Redbud Avenue. Ellen is there too, you are all looking at an old book. You are turning to the end. Can you see what is written there?" Amazed, I saw Rachel's mouth begin to open. She was mumbling. "Zur machen," she began, then the sounds were indistinct. The hypnotist shrugged to me. "Rachel? What is it you are reading?" she said in a calm voice. Rachel seemed to be having some contortions, then she lay still and suddenly it came out clear and slowly, as if she were reading the book, so that I could write down the sounds easily. "Naha etai, nosrek y.. ... ," just as it had been so long ago. I began shivering with emotion at the memories, but I kept writing. In five minutes or so it was over. Rachel began trembling again, faint gurgling sounds coming from her mouth, then she was quiet and lay asleep on the couch. "Did you get what you wanted?" asked the hypnotist. She was perspiring. "I wonder what that was? I have never heard anything like it." "I think so," I said. "I've got it recorded." Actually I was carefully watching the hypnotist to see if she began showing signs of the spell, but she was unaffected. "I'll just let Mrs. Lawson sleep for a few minutes more," she said, "and then I will wake her." When the hypnotist awoke her, Rachel remembered nothing. "So?" she said. "I think we were successful," I smiled at her. "Now my turn. Are you up to taking notes?" "Sure, just remember not to swear when you are under," she grinned. I vaguely remember the hypnotist's first words, then I remember nothing until I felt Rachel shaking me. I felt a bit washed out, but I could feel myself getting more alert by the minute. "So how was I? Anything useful?" "I don't know. I could hardly make out what you said." I grimaced, but there was nothing we could do. We thanked the hypnotist and paid her. To my relief, she still showed no signs of any impending change. Either the spell was inactive to women, or it needed to be written on human skin, or we had the wrong words. Rachel gestured to our notes, "This is our only chance, you know." "Maybe." I did not want to think about the alternatives. We could hardly eat supper in out excitement, but we forced ourselves to relax before sitting down at the table with our notes. Rachel's was the most complete, then, when we turned to the copy that was taken of my words, we saw the sounds were identical, and at the right places! Even so, there were a few blanks, so we wrote down words that approximated the sounds from the tape recorder. It was quite short, only a few dozen words, or sounds. They were unlike any language we knew. After two hours we were finished. We stared at each other apprehensively. "I think this is as good as were are going to get," said Rachel. I think it's time to relax. How about some wine?" We were relaxing with a bottle of a nice Gewurztraminer, talking about the old days, when Rachel shook her head slightly. "I wonder what the history of that book was? What would it have been used for?" "It was certainly very old," I replied, "Probably hundreds of years. Who knows what it was used for. A witch's book of home remedies perhaps, but those that changed a man into a woman and vice versa, and reverse spells? Maybe to get rid of political enemies." "Hey, maybe we could sell the spell to the Republicans or the Democrats?" "Maybe that would cause a few unusual alliances in Congress." "Or maybe just cause congress, sexual, I mean, in the House and Senate. I wondered who would be screwing who?" laughed Rachel. I wondered if I had given her too much to drink. "You know, Rachel, I sometimes regret you destroyed it. It would have been interesting to have some language expert look at it." Rachel shook her head. "I don't regret it at all. Oh well, maybe a tiny bit, but I thought it was too dangerous to have around. Anyway, it's water under the bridge now." The phone rang. I picked it up. "How was it?" "Good, Duane, I think." "So you have what you need." "Yes. I think we have all we are going to get. All we need now is you. When do you want to try it?" "Shouldn't I get some things ready first?" "How do you mean?" "Well, clothing for one." "Good thinking Duane, but the trouble is we don't know what size you will be. You will shrink, but to what size I can't tell. Rachel, or John, I should say, lost a few inches. You can use your T-shirts, even your shorts, if they are boxer style, as underwear or night stuff, maybe even your socks, but women's hips are way bigger than men's, so I'd be very surprised if your pants fitted you, even if you were to try them in a low slung style. You will need some bras, but that will have to wait until we can get you to a store. Then you will need some proper fitting women's pants and jeans, panties too, and I think you should get some skirts, dresses, and blouses. Your sweaters may still be okay, as long as the style is not too masculine. Sweat shirts should be okay as they are. Any of your dress shirts could do for nightwear as well, but you really should get proper nightdresses or women's pajamas. It would be a pity to change sex and then look like a dyke." I heard a slight laugh at the other end of the line. "Grandma, such language!" At least he still had a sense of humor. "What you will need right away is a wig. I will get you one. It will do until your hair grows. Anyway Duane, come over tomorrow. If the spell works you will be unconscious about a day, and pretty woozy for a day after that." "Grandma, what about Grandpa? Does he know about our plans?" "Not at all. He's going off to a Shriner's do in Chicago, so he will be away until Wednesday night, so that gives us three days. Now, on more mundane things, you don't want anyone to connect what you are now with the new person you will be. You can get new ID when you are changed, but it would be best to sell your car now, in case someone recognizes it .You could keep it, but only if you make absolutely sure you never run into your family or any friends again. Oh, have a have a bath before you come over. You'll sweat a lot in the change. Bye!" "God, I hope this works," I said. Rachel just grimaced, "I remember I slept a lot. I suppose I was in shock. At least Duane wants these changes." Just then Roy arrived back home from his meeting. "So what were you two girls up to today?" "Oh, just going over old memories," said Rachel. Duane arrived late on Sunday evening, carrying a holdall. He was looking pale. "What's that?" I asked. "It's some of my clothes. I took the bus here. I did as you said and sold my car." "Yes, That's good. You will need the money anyway, for new clothes and establishing yourself again. Where are you staying?" "I was booked into a motel, but I have checked out. I have booked a room in the Hickory for Wednesday night." "Okay," I said. "All set. We'd better do this in the downstairs rooms. I don't want any interruptions and especially not from the rest of your family. You okay?" I held his hands. They felt cold. "You have now seen them the last time as Duane. As far as they know you will have disappeared. They will not see you as Duane ever again, if we are successful." He gulped, "Let's get on with it." I had laid out some blankets and had some soap and towels ready. "Okay Rachel, who do we write the spell on?" I said. "Oh, I guess me. Hold on. She went into her bedroom and came out wearing a pair of brief shorts. "Gee, she really still had great legs," I thought. She pointed. "There, on the thigh. Here's a pen, start writing it and careful you don't poke me hard. I'd hate to be permanently tattooed with the spell. Duane, you can change into a T-shirt and loose shorts. Use the washroom." I got out our notes and began to write the words on Rachel's thigh. At one point she winced. "Sorry Rachel," I said. "All right. It will take a minute." I was just about done when Duane returned. "Sit down here, Duane. Ready? No last second thoughts?" He shook his head, but asked, " I wonder how this thing could work. I mean, the differences between women and men are not just having boobs - I'm sorry grandma, I should say breasts - and penises, and so on. There's a difference at the cellular level, right down to chromosomes too. Men have what the scientists call an XY pattern on a chromosome. Women are XX. If Rachel had babies she must have been completely changed to XX. How could that just happen? And women are smaller than men. Where does all the weight go?" "How the Hell should I know?" I snorted." It's magic! So it doesn't have to follow any scientific rules. But why ask me? I never went to college. Anyway, we're wasting time. Let's get started." I began to read the spell. Rachel held Duane's hand. It was over in a minute. He looked at me apprehensively. "Now what?" "We wait," I said, but I was getting worried when after three minutes nothing seemed to be happening, but then I saw him give a slight shiver. A minute later another shiver followed, then he began shivering continuously. In a few more minutes his teeth were chattering violently. I forced a cloth between his teeth. Then mercifully he fell unconscious. I had not felt anything, and Rachel seemed unaffected. I guess we had undergone all our changes, long ago. "It's working," breathed Rachel We watched as the spell started its work. I had seen it before when Rachel changed, and now she too watched open mouthed as his body convulsed under successive waves of change. Curious, I slid down his shorts to see his body better. At one point his skin even looked at if it was shimmering. I saw his features change, his body shrinking, changing proportions, his shoulders narrowing, then his waist constricting. His scrotum, then his penis shrank, disappearing under the pubic hair. I was concerned at first as he seemed to be only shrinking, then with relief I saw the hips widening, and two breasts beginning to bud on the chest, then slowly swelling to press out his T shirt. As Duane writhed slightly, the legs opened, and in awe I saw the new formed labia. At last the convulsions stopped and Duane lay before us unconscious. It had taken about six hours. I pulled up the shorts, covered the body with a blanket, and put a pillow under the head. I looked at Rachel. She looked drained. "So that's what it was like," she said, "You must have been really scared when I went through it." "Yes, I was, but not only you. I was also changing, although I didn't react as violently as you did, or Duane. Are you sleepy?" "I'm not sure. I know I feel exhausted." "Then why don't you go to bed? I'll watch him-I should say her. I guess we have to get a new name for her now. I'll watch for about six hours, then you can take over." I watched the sleeping body for the next six hours or so. Duane was now fairly peaceful, apart from a few groans. I caught up on some sleep on the sofa. Around six I went to rouse Rachel. "How is she?" Rachel put an emphasis on the last word. "She is fine, I think. Excuse me." I had to dab my eyes. The stress was getting to me. I had now lost my grandson. I hoped I would enjoy my new granddaughter. "Oh, goodness, I'm tired! See you later." I climbed up the stairs to bed. In fact I slept only fitfully. Stress, I guessed. Finally, early Tuesday morning, I struggled back downstairs. Rachel was watching the sleeping body. She looked at me, but shook her head." She's still sleeping, but I think she's fine." "Coffee?" I asked, trying unsuccessfully to suppress a yawn. "No thanks. I'm turning in again for some more shut-eye. There was not much to do. I wondered about taking her measurements for some clothes, but the effort of rolling a measuring tape under her was too much. It could wait anyway. Okay, see you in a couple of hours. Don't let me sleep any longer." There was nothing for me to do but watch and occasionally bathe her face. I tried to watch television but I could not concentrate. Then about midday I began to see a small flicker at her eyes. She now smelled rancid from perspiration, I supposed, so with a bit of a struggle, I eased off her clothes and gave her a sponge bath. I turned her onto her back. I marveled at the change. Duane was gone, replaced by a female figure that was both strange and yet slightly familiar. The male organs had disappeared, replaced completely by the familiar slit and folds of a woman. Her body was nicely rounded and smooth and the proportions of the figure too, were totally different. She was quite slim, with nicely shaped breasts, wide hips and a slim waist. Her legs appeared long and shapely. Her hands and feet were now much smaller, but her fingers were long and shapely. There was still quite a lot of male hair on her chest and limbs, but I knew from Rachel's transformation, all those years ago, that that it would soon fall out. When I wiped her face an hour later she gave a groan, then the eyes opened. "Just take it easy. You are all right. Want some water?" I watched as she struggled to speak. Only guttural sounds came out. I remembered vividly how it had been with Rachel that first time. I let her sip some water. " I feel funny," she croaked. "Oh!" She started suddenly, and tried to rise, but I held her down. "Shh, Just rest. You have had a rough time." "Oh, I remember," she screwed up her eyes, "You used a spell or something. Ahh! Did it work?" "Yes, I think it worked." "Am I all right?" "As far as I can see." "How do I look?" "I'll show you in a minute." I tried to give her more water, but she had fallen asleep again. I was too groggy myself to think about cooking much, so I fixed myself a ham sandwich. Rachel came down an hour later. "How is the patient now?" "She's having another sleep, " I said, but it was not long before she was groaning again. This time her eyes stayed open, although unfocussed. She gave a series of yawns and groans. I took her hand. "Okay. I think it's now time you got moving a bit. We'll help you up." Rachel and I helped her to her feet, and plunked her in a soft chair. "Hungry?" I asked. "I'm not sure. Please, can I see myself?" "So, keen to see the new you? Better let me wash you first. I have bathed you already , but to say you look a mess is being kind. Now, hold still while I wipe your face." I held up a hand mirror to her. She gave a small scream. Her face registered shock at the shrill female tone. "My voice!" She peered in the mirror. "Is that me?" "Well? Pleased or not?" "I'm not sure. All that hair will go, won't it?" "Sure, in a day or so." I gave her some more water. She was getting her strength back quickly. "More to eat?" She shook her head. "Later perhaps, but I feel sticky. Can I have a shower?" "Glad you mentioned it. You smell pretty sweaty. Yes, by all means, or how about that nice relaxing bath right now? I'll run it for you," said Rachel. "Well, have you decided on a new name?" I asked. "You can't use Duane now." "Something with a D? Dorothy?" I shook my head. "Too 'Wizard of Ozish,' and I don't want it to remind me I might be a witch. Also, it might be shortened to Dot. There are enough dot-coms around." "How about Diane? It's reminiscent of my past name." "That sounds nice, but would you be happy with it?" "I think so. I'll see how I like it, and if I don't, I'll change it." "Bath's ready!" I heard Rachel yell. "Okay, Diane it is. Now let me support you." She was not heavy, maybe a hundred and ten pounds or so, but she moved awkwardly. I remembered how Rachel had been uncoordinated in her new body. "Careful!" I warned. "It will be awkward for a bit, You are not used to your new body. Your legs have a different set to your hips. Your hips are wider too and your legs are proportionately longer. Watch your chest too. You now have breasts, and it hurts if you bang them." I lowered her slowly into the bath. Rachel had added some of my scented oil to it. "Hey, that oil's expensive stuff!" I complained, "and you've added so much it smells like a brothel in here." "And just what would you know about brothels?" grinned Rachel. "I thought you were a respectable grandmother." "Yes, a pillar of the church, that's me, and using magic spells. But it's for a good cause." I pointed to Rachel's thigh. She was still wearing her shorts and the words of the spell showed on her thigh. "What about that?" "Are we ever going to need it again?" "No, let's put an end to it. Wash that off, and I'll burn the paper downstairs." "Rachel," I said, "this is now Diane. She wants to use that name." Rachel kissed her. "Welcome Diane, to the wonderful world of women. Now lie back. I'll wash you. First, your hair." Diane wanted to wash herself, but we persuaded her to lie still while we did it. I smiled at her encouragingly and held her while Rachel sponged her chest carefully, over and under her new breasts, and in her cleavage, gently stripping off the male hair, still clinging to her. It slowly stripped off her legs and arms too. She tried to cover herself. "Don't be shy," I said. "You're a woman now, and there are only women here. What about down there?" I pointed to her pubis. "I'll do that," she said hastily. Then I saw the shock as her exploring fingers found her new anatomy. I was not sure how coordinated she was yet, but the sooner she got used to the more intimate parts of her body, the better. I handed her the soap and a cloth. She gave a small cry of wonder as her male hair stripped off, leaving her with a small neat roundish patch. "Deja vu all over again," grinned Rachel. She must have been remembering her own experiences. When I washed Diane's arms and chest I noticed some of the coarse male hair was already beginning to pull away. "I'm sorry," I said , as she winced once, "but it has to come off. Now, let me brush your hair." I stroked it carefully under a hair dryer. At last she was done, looking rosy from our attentions. "Now you can take a look, but ignore any hair around your jaw and upper lip, and on your chest. It will all fall out in a day or so." "Oh, I almost forgot," I said. "It will look better tomorrow when we are shopping." I fetched my razor. "Your underarms. Most women shave there. You may need to shave your legs too, but not right away. Hold still and I'll do under your arms." I lathered her and stripped off the hair. I looked at Diane's face, There were still one or two obstinate male hairs around her lips, but they were fair, and hardly noticeable, and I knew she would lose them by the next day. "Right" I said, "now you can get a proper look at yourself. You're a bit cleaner and you've lost most of your male hair." I helped her to stand at the mirror. Her jaw dropped. then I saw her almost flushing. "Why I'm ...it's.. I uh, I'm pretty!" She stood straighter and lifted her chin, then turned her head one way and then the other, lifting her chest and turning to look at her rear. She clasped her narrow waist and even stood on tiptoes. Her hands went to her breasts, testing the texture. "They feel so strange, soft, yet firm, yet sensitive too. They're gorgeous," she breathed. "How about your nipples?" Rachel said. "Pinch them" I saw Diane start, then begin to blush. "I had no idea," she giggled. "You like what you see in the mirror?" I asked. "Yes, but is my butt not too big?" She arched her back to try to look at it. "No, not at all. Remember you're a woman now. Women have bigger butts than men. You're just not used to it." I noticed her yawning again and her eyes were losing focus. Come to think of it, so were Rachel and I. "All right" I said, I think we're all pooped. Bedtime for all of us, then we'll make our plans tomorrow." We all slept well. I know I was still exhausted, but I awoke refreshed at seven the next morning. Rachel was up soon after, but Diane slept until one. After lunch we sat down at the table to go over our plans. Diane was wearing one of my housecoats. Okay, Diane," I said," as we talked about earlier, your biggest problem to begin with, is clothes for you. Your pants now don't really fit at all. Even if you shortened the legs they would not look right. Same with some of your other clothes, but when we are over at the motel, Rachel and I can go over your stuff and decide what you can still use. I'll loan you a pair of panties and a drawstring skirt I have, a blouse and sweater too. I am bigger than you in the bust so none of my bras would fit you. You'll just have to go braless until we get you one. I'll give you a pair of flat shoes of mine. Okay,we should get going first thing tomorrow when the mall opens. There's two big stores, and a bunch of specialty stores so that should give us enough of a selection." Rachel looked at us in turn. " I've been thinking about this.. I wonder if it's such a good idea to use some of Duane's clothes for Diane?" " Well, we might as well use then for casual wear, and it would be a pity to send them to charity." Rachel shook her head." Still the same old thrifty Ellen. No, if Diane has gone through the trauma of her change, not to mention all the effort it has caused us, she might as well go the whole way, for two reasons. I think she should make a complete break with her past and get women's clothes, really feminine clothes. It will keep her new female identity very much in her mind, and help her to start carrying herself like a woman, her posture, walking and sitting down and things like that. You know as well as I do that a woman has to be a lot more careful sitting down when she is wearing a skirt, than when she's wearing pants. The sooner Diane gets used to it the better. And the other thing, just in case, we don't want Sarah or any of the rest of the family recognising Duane's clothes, but worn by some strange woman." "What about money? " asked Diane. "I think your credit card will be okay still. Diane is similar enough to Duane if you scribble it. Even better still, just sign your name with a D, but you should call the credit card companies and get new cards in the name of Diane. Anyway, enough for today. I'm to collect Roy at the airport. Are you up to getting back to your motel now?" She tried stretching, but groaned slightly. "Yes, I think so. I'll call a cab." I shook my head. "Maybe I should drive you there, on my way to the Airport," I said . I tucked her into bed at the motel. She was wearing one of Duane's shirts. I looked at it, then her. Yes, Rachel was right. The sooner we got her a nightdress the better. "All right, see you tomorrow morning. We can have some breakfast at some fast food place." I saw Rachel turn up her nose. "Do we have to?" Oh well, I suppose it will do." I met Roy at the airport as planned. He looked glad to be home. I thought he looked tired, but he said he had a good time at the convention. "Rachel's still with us," I said. "She's having a good visit, seeing all her old haunts. Oh, By the way, there's a friend of hers in town too. She's called Diane. We're meeting her tomorrow for some breakfast and some shopping. In fact, we will make a day of it." As I thought, Roy did not enquire any more. I got a slight shock when I saw Diane dressed and waiting for us in the motel lobby the next morning. She was recovering well, but I looked at her in dismay. I shook my head. "Back up to your room, Miss. We have things to do. Makeup, tidy up your clothes." "You just look sloppy!" I said when we were in the privacy of her room." First, let me see your wig. I straightened it and tucked some stray hairs under it. "Now, a little makeup. It's too early in the day for the full works, but you definitely need a little lipstick." I pulled out my compact and selected one. "Purse your lips. There, a light dab. Yes, that's better! Now your blouse." Even that needed straightening and I smoothed her skirt. I felt the ridges of her panties underneath." That's a little better, but you still look like a waif." Then I noticed her face. "Oh, I'm sorry Diane, that was tactless of me, but now that you are a woman, you should be more careful with your appearance. People will judge you on it, especially other women." Breakfast was fine. Rachel and I ate lightly, just a coffee, juice and Danish each. Diane ordered pancakes and coffee. I guessed she was just about fully recovered. I was glad she was getting her appetite back, but she ate too much like a man. I would have to teach her to eat more like a woman but that would have to wait. We had more pressing matters. I looked at my watch. It was close to ten. "All right, we better get going. Diane, you ready for shopping?" I watched her as she moved. She seemed confident, and eager, even the way she got out of the car at the mall. What a contrast to Rachel's first time out! She had been so nervous. "Where first?" said Diane. "There's a big store at the corner there. We'll start with your lingerie, I think, bras and panties." The panties were no problem. Diane was hesitating so I quickly grabbed a couple of packs of five in a medium size in a floral patterned light cotton, and tossed them to Rachel, who had picked up a basket. She looked at them and turned up her nose. She removed one pack and replaced it on the shelf, then, grinning at me, "Remember what I said ?" she picked up a pack of satin ones. "You like these, Diane?" I saw a faint blush on Diane's cheeks. I shrugged. Yes, I supposed satin ones were even more feminine. "That will do to begin, Diane, two nice basic sets of panties. When you are doing your own shopping later you can get other styles, as you want. Maybe even thongs, if that's your fancy." I had the satisfaction of seeing her blush, beet red this time. "Now bras. You'd better get these fitted by the assistant. Nothing worse than a bra that doesn't fit right. Most are underwire styles now and you don't want wires sticking in you." Diane suddenly froze. She pointed over to an assistant. "That girl, she was in my class at high school. She'll know who I am." "No, she won't, and don't point!" I grabbed Diane's arm and led her to the assistant, ignoring her trembling. "Go On," I whispered, but Diane was too tongue tied. "Miss, this is my granddaughter, I've finally persuaded her to start wearing a bra," I said jocularly. "She'll need measured, so can you fit her for some, fairly basic ones." "Front of back closure?" asked the assistant. She looked at us skeptically. I suppose it must have been unusual for a grandmother to take a young woman for bra shopping, but at least, as I had figured, she showed no sign of recognition. Diane began to stutter so I broke in, "Back closure." The assistant began a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, but she only said, "Certainly. Can you come this way, Miss? The fitting room is over here." Diane gave me a panic stricken look, but I glared at her and pointed firmly to the fitting room. Rachel and I watched as they disappeared through a door. While we waited we idly walked around the lingerie section and I picked up a couple of half slips and two cotton nightdresses. Then I thought of what we had discussed earlier. I put one of the cotton ones back, and selected another in a pale blue filmy nylon. "What about a garter belt?" giggled Rachel, pulling a lacy style from a rack. I shrugged. "I don't know. She'll have to decide on her own lifestyle, whether she wants to wear stockings or pantyhose, or nothing." Rachel was now examining a white merry widow. She held it against herself, the garters dangling down the front of her smart blue skirt. Now it was my turn to giggle. "That would give her a nice slim waist, but just look at all these hooks in the back. Maybe if she sees that she'll decide she only wants to wear pants so I'd leave it." Rachel's eyes twinkled. "Oh. I don't know, Ellen. That corset might give a wonderful boost to some girl's ....morale." "Seeing a pretty woman in it will give a man a wonderful boost somewhere, as well." Rachel pretended to be shocked. "Oh my goodness! Listen to you. Still, I wonder how long it will take her to start trying out her new body. For sex, I mean?" I had been wondering that too. Rachel was now fingering through some control panties. I shook my head. "You can leave these too," I said. "She doesn't need them. She's quite slim and her tummy is fairly flat." I saw Rachel staring behind me and I turned. It was Diane, the assistant just behind her. She was looking slightly flushed, but otherwise she looked great. She even seemed to be holding her chest out more. "Like it?" she said, beaming. We nodded vigorously. "What a difference!" I said. Yes there's nothing like a good fitting bra. How does it feel?" "Strange, confining, yet comfortable." I looked at her carefully. Her breasts looked quite pert. "Turn around. Yes, she looks very nice, doesn't she, Rachel?" Rachel gave a wistful smile. "Yes, It makes me remember my first time. Remember, you went shopping for me." "Okay Diane," I said. "If you are happy with that one get two more in the same style, one in black, and try on one with wider straps too. You may need it for some dresses or tops." "You do look nice," I complimented when they returned again. You're wearing one of them too? That's good. Now, I think that will do to begin with. Hand me all your stuff and I'll pay for it. Don't argue!" Diane watched as I paid for her purchases. "Thanks, Grandma, but why did you want to pay for them?" she asked as we were leaving the lingerie section. "If that girl was in your class, she might have checked your credit card and wondered about your name." "Oh, I see. Thanks very much. I'll pay you back." "No, this time just look on it as a gift from a grandmother to her new granddaughter. Now, Diane, you have panties, but have you thought about what else? Are you going to wear a skirt or pants, and if a skirt, pa