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Greig's Girl Chapter One: Before I was a young and aspiring actor at the age of 18 when I thought I'd been given my shot at the big time, having been doing local plays for several years, I'd finally been invited to a stars' gathering to celebrate the New Year, where all the movers and shakers were. Hosted by Peter Greig, host of TV's 'Wotta Lotta Money', the party was to be held in his Glasgow apartment, which was one of his two apartments in Britain. Mr. Greig had a reputation for being a ladies man, but when I arrived, he couldn't have acted more differently. Instead of chasing women about, or generally acting like a host, he sat by his small bar, knocking back bottles of Budweiser, my favourite beer and apparently his too. Determined not to miss out on my chance, I took an opportunity to talk to him. "Excuse me, Mr Greig?" I asked politely. "Please, call me Peter. Sit down?" He pointed to a barstool next to his, and I sat and ordered a Budweiser for myself. "That's on me", Peter said to the attractive barmaid, she simply nodded in an almost knowing way. "So," he started, "you wanted something?" "Yes, actually," I said, ready to start reciting the speech I had learned by heart especially for the party, "I'm an actor..." He interrupted me with, "Most people at this party are, sweet thing." I was very shocked by his addressing me as 'sweet thing', in fact, I almost choked on my beer! I took a glance once more a the barmaid, almost in an attempt to regain some masculinity, but she'd left; there was only Peter and myself, the party was busy going on in the other room. "Let me be honest... what was your name sorry?" he asked. "It's Alan, Alan Jones." I told him, cautiously. He may have called me a 'sweet thing', but he was my shot at the big time, and I wasn't about to lose the opportunity over a passing comment. "I'm gay." He told me, to my utter shock. I don't know why I said what I said next, my brain seemed to be operating on manual, "Me too, what a huge coincidence!" I told him, slightly brushing his arm. "Well, I'm glad to hear that, I think you're a very attractive man, and I'd love for you to stay a while after the party." My brain was getting a little woozy, "Yeah, sure." I slurred, moving my beer away from me, thinking the alcohol had something to do with my condition, but Peter pushed it back in front of me and told me to take another drink. Slightly confused, I obeyed him, as I finished off the beer, I passed out, falling almost silently onto the floor. Chapter Two: After I awoke in a bedroom, more than a little confused. It clearly wasn't my bedroom; for starters, it was huge, compared to my study/bedroom in a flat I shared with several friends from school. I struggled to see due to the dark, so I reached over to see if I could find a light switch next to the bed, or a lamp on a bedside table. After a lot of stumbling about, I found a table lamp, and clicked it on. The resulting shock made me almost knock over the light my hand was still holding onto. It was shaved, or waxed, devoid of any hair, anyway. I had always had a fairly feminine body; it had come from playing with girls when I was growing up. While most boys were out building tree houses, I was sitting in someone's back garden, having tea parties with dolls, drinking imaginary tea. But this, this was unreal. My arm also seemed tanned, which was nothing like my white arms from before. Examining my hand was just as much of a shock; a completely feminine hand, manicured and moisturised to perfection, I looked at my other hand and arm to find much the same thing. What had happened? I looked down at what I was wearing, or rather what I wasn't wearing. My top half was completely naked, and sat on my chest were two c-cup breasts, which after my quick examination felt pretty real. I suddenly felt a wave of shock and pleasure as I rubbed my fingers over my nipples, which stood erect, and they weren't the only things. I reached down under my duvet to find a pair of cotton panties with my erect 8- inch cock inside. "That's a relief," I thought, then I reached round to the back of my panties to find a perfectly rounded, soft, hairless ass. Looking around the rest of my top half I could see that there was no evident body hair, even my crotch was bare. I decided to get up and examine my legs. As I stood up, I nearly keeled over forwards, the force and weight of my new tits hitting me for the first time. Eventually getting used to the weight, I felt my smooth, also tanned legs. I had always had a thing about legs; smooth tanned legs had driven me crazy as a guy, but now as a... I didn't even know what I was anymore. I walked over to a wardrobe and opened it up. A dress mirror hung up on the inside of one of the doors, and I admired my new feminine form. Apart from the growth in my panties there was nothing to tell me apart from any other young, and dare I say, sexy woman. Even my hips seemed to be reshaped. Hung up in the wardrobe were various women's skirts, dresses, sweaters and trousers, along with a small and very revealing dressing gown. Feeling an urge to cover myself up, although I wasn't sure why, it was warm in my new room, I grabbed the small gown and put it on, tying the satin belt around at the front. This gave me slightly more support for my breasts, but they were still weighing down on me, and slightly sore too. "So, what does the rest of me look like?" I wondered to myself, looking around the rest of the room. My eyes fixated on a make-up table across the room, and I walked over, finding myself swaying my hips slightly as I moved. A little scared about what I might find in the mirror, I slowly sat down, and was taken aback by the beautiful woman staring back at me. Chapter Three: Abi I had been fairly attractive as a guy, I had to be, to make it in my line of work, but the face I had now, could grace any photo shoot, catwalk, or television studio with ease. My short, brown hair was now shoulder length and dyed blonde, my nose, cheekbones and general shape of my mouth were similar, but looked like they had been modified to give me a slightly more feminine and beautiful look. My lips were fuller and I had only just realised that I could see perfectly without my glasses. Either some serious black magic was going on here or a hell of a lot of surgery had been done over... My mind trailed off, "How long have I been here?" I said in a slightly feminine voice, which still managed to hold onto some of its huskiness. I rummaged through the various drawers that were in the make-up table trying to find a watch or something that could give me a date. Eventually in the last drawer I found a sports watch that displayed the date 04/07/2003. "What!" I exclaimed, again out loud, "I've been here for more than six months!" What had happened? I couldn't quite recall the events of the final night of my life as Alan, but I could remember Peter Greig calling me a sweet thing, and feeling quite drunk after just one bottle of beer. My mind may have been slow on the uptake, but it had got there eventually. "Peter Greig did this to me. I can't believe this!" I said to myself. I decided to leave the room and confront him, but not before taking one long, hard look in the mirror and having a very pleasurable masturbating session. I opened the doors and gazed in wonderment at the beautiful studio apartment before me. Mine was one of two bedrooms; I guessed that the other could have been Peter's. There was a large kitchen, yet another bar, and a rather large living area, which I guessed doubled up as an entertaining area. Looking out onto the balcony I saw a beautiful view of what appeared to be London. I had only been to London once previously, but even I could recognise the area. Walking over to the kitchen, still swaying my hips I saw a note on the tabletop. It read Dear Abi, If you're reading this you've woken up and are probably wondering what has happened to you. Don't be alarmed, I'll explain everything as soon as I get back, I should be back at around 6ish on Saturday the 5th of July. Lots of love, Peter P.S. You couldn't be a doll and make sure there's a cold beer in The fridge for me getting in could you? I'd be very grateful; the trip down usually leaves me desperate for a beer. Alarmed, I swung round on my feet and looked at the clock, it was 4.30, which meant that Peter was due here within the next few hours. I felt an impulse to run, but found that I also didn't want to, it was so sweet that he had written 'lots of love' and called me 'doll', I also felt a strange impulse to go out and get him the beers too. What was going on? I looked at the note and also noticed that Peter had written 'dear Abi'. It seemed perfectly clear that I was now Abi, and looking through a denim handbag next to the note confirmed it. My new name was Abigail Richards; I was 19 years old, and a trainee nurse, all according to documents I found in there. This included a driver's licence, a credit card (complete with what would have to be my new signature), and a student card to the Royal College of Nursing, my course to begin in October. It felt strange looking at the identification with photos of myself, yet knowing that they weren't mine. It was also strange that they had perfect photos of me despite the fact that I clearly hadn't been awake for 6 months. Maybe Peter could explain it; in the meantime, I had beer to buy for him, and wasn't going to let him down, although a big part of me wanted to rip off his kneecaps. So I returned to my room to get dressed. Chapter Four: Getting Ready Getting ready proved easier than I though it would be. I decided to shower quickly first, as I hadn't technically washed in six months. It was strange washing my new long hair, moving my hands over my breasts and the feeling the water had when in hit my bare legs and arms. When I got out, I had to pat myself dry, as rubbing the skin hurt. I went back to my room and sat down at the make-up table. "Nothing fancy, now. You're only going to the shops." I told myself as the mountain of make-up sat in front of me. Being a stage actor I was used to wearing basic make-up, but the sheer amount here was surely enough to last a lifetime. Reaching for a bottle of moisturiser seemed to be a good start for myself. I rubbed it onto my face; arms and legs, slowly watching it make my skin look shiny and beautiful. Next I took mascara, which I knew how to apply, along with some lip-gloss and blusher. Looking at the finished article, I didn't look bad, not bad for a beginner, anyway. Looking at my finger and toenails I just gave them some quick coatings of nail polish, as best I could without getting it everywhere that is. I rolled on some under-arm deodorant and sprayed on some expensive looking perfume. "When a girl wants to look her best..." I thought to myself, I was really getting into it! Next came the actual getting dressed. I opened up the curtains and looked outside; it looked very hot, so something cool I thought to myself. Browsing through the clothes available to me, I picked a rather tiny black vest and some gorgeous denim hot pants, which managed to conceal my testicles and penis fairly well, I doubted anyone would notice them anyway, finishing off with a pair of black sandals (I wasn't ready for heels just yet). I also noticed a necklace with a cross on it and a pair of earrings. Noticing that my ears were now in fact pierced, I thought I'd better make the most of the ensemble, and put them on along with the necklace. Going into the living area and grabbing my new handbag and a set of keys I guessed were mine (they had a plastic name tag on them saying 'Abi') I stood at the full length mirror in the hall just before the door. I looked absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Declaring myself ready, I opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway, knowing the real world was just two floors down. Chapter Five: Shopping Walking outside for the first time was like taking my first steps as a child again: everyone was watching. Guy's jaws dropped as I walked by and women just looked jealous ? of me! I was a little worried as I got a familiar feeling stirring in my crotch, but managed to calm down enough to make it to the supermarket without incident. I did, however, head straight for the (male) toilets when I arrived and almost went in, before realising my 'mistake' and heading into the ladies. I sat in a stall and waited for my penis to calm down, it had been an exciting time, with all those people watching, but if something like that happened again, I could find myself in a very embarrassing situation. After calming down sufficiently, I flushed the toilet, just to seem authentic, and washed my hands, looking around at the other young woman in the toilet to see if what I was doing was authentic looking enough. "Hi!" she said, to my surprise. "Hi" I said back, raising my voice enough to pass as female. "I'm Lisa, I'm new in the city and don't know anyone, it's nice to see someone smiling at me, not snarling!" She told me, I guess I was smiling at her, checking her out almost. "I'm Al..." I'd slipped, "Abi" I corrected myself. "I'm new here too, just moved into an apartment with a friend of mine, Peter Greig?" I said, knowing she'd know him and wondering if that story was credible enough. I had guessed that I was actually Peter's girlfriend, but not wanting to alert too much attention to myself, I just called him a friend. "Oh my God, you know Peter Greig? How do you know him? Are you two seeing each other?" She said excitedly. 'Jeez women ask a lot of questions.' I thought to myself. "We've been friends for a while, I met him in Glasgow a few months back, and we became good friends, he helped me get into the Royal College of Nursing." I said, making it all up as I went, carefully avoiding the question about seeing him. "I go there!" She shouted, "I'm in my first year too, looks like we might see each other a lot then!" She seemed nice, and so I decided to ask for her number, saying that maybe we could meet up a go out some night, but not knowing the apartment's number, I couldn't give her mine. I promised to call her though. I said goodbye and left to get the shopping done, looking at the store clock, it was 5.45, so Peter may get back before I did. I had to hurry, since Peter wanted his beer. Quickly moving round the aisles, I grabbed a six-pack of Fosters and a newspaper, along with a bottle of water that I'd have when Peter had his beer, I didn't much fancy beer nowadays. Paying with my new credit card, and signing it as best I could, I almost ran all the way back home, getting in at 5.59, sticking the still cold beers and water in the fridge, and sat and read the paper, waiting for Peter to get home. Chapter Six: Peter It was 6.25 and I was getting worried. Peter still wasn't home. "Where is he?" I kept saying to myself as I paced up and down the hallway playing with my necklace. Just then he came through the door and threw down his bag. "Honey, I'm home!" He said casually, which annoyed me slightly. Nonetheless I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tight. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick." I told him. "I said I'd be home at about 6 Baby, what's the problem?" He said charmingly. "I... nothing." I stuttered, "I was just worried." Then, suddenly realising who I really was, let go and slapped him in the face, not noticing it was a fairly female thing to do. "Owww, what the hell was that for?" He said, all the charm gone from his voice. "What the hell have you done to me?" I demanded. "Oh, that." Was all he said. "No," I said, grabbing my two tits in my hands. "These!" "What's the big deal?" He said, "You said you were gay and came on to me, this way we can be together. After all, you didn't really believe I was gay, did you?" "I'm not gay either, I was just pretending to try and worm my way into television!" I shouted. "You're not gay?" he asked me, "Well you could have fooled me, dressed up in a very sexy outfit..." he trailed off, clearly admiring my breasts which had popped out of my small top a bit after I had grabbed them. But he picked up again "...um, and you hugged me when I came in, and I'm willing to bet there's a beer for me in the fridge." He was right, how could I possibly be straight after acting like I had today? "No," I told myself, "You were checking out Lisa in the toilets, you're still a guy." To reinforce this I tried to think of Lisa naked, it didn't appeal to me much. I looked over at Peter, he oozed with sexuality, part of me wanted him right there, but the masculinity in my told me otherwise. 'Fight this bastard, you can take him, look what he did to you.' it told me. But I knew that I couldn't even hurt Peter apart from slapping him, and that wouldn't do much, plus, there was another voice in me telling me to stop being such a boy and enjoy myself. Peter seemed to sense my confusion, so he led me over to the couch and sat me down. "Look, I know this is a lot to handle, but I like you, and you like me, so what's the problem?" He said, sympathetically. "But part of me isn't attracted to you." I said through some tears. "Why is my body so confused?" I begged. "Because you've been taking oestrogen for the last six months, but your testosterone is also in there, it's telling you you're something you're not anymore. You have to let it go." "But I don't want to, I want to be a guy again." I sobbed. Suddenly all sympathy Peter had disappeared. "Okay, that's it, I tried the easy way, but now we're gonna have to do it the hard way. Tomorrow I'm taking you back to the same doctor that I've been using for you for the last six months, we're going to cut off the testosterone in your body. And you know what else? Therapy, to get you used to your new lifestyle, I'm an important man, I need a sophisticated woman, and that's what you'll be." "What, no... please Peter don't do this, I can't do this. Why do I love you yet hate you so much?" I asked, rhetorically. "Hypnotism, you woke up a few months back, and a hypnotist hypnotised you to forget the experience of waking up and of course to love me, and to do everything I tell you to, guess what, baby? You've no choice." I collapsed in tears as Peter got up and walked to his bedroom. "You'll continue to sleep next door, you'd better get your sleep, you've got 5 hours of therapy booked tomorrow after the doctors. I'm going for a nap, goodnight." I stopped crying and went into my bathroom to clean myself up. After all, I had a big day tomorrow; I had to get my beauty sleep. Chapter Seven: A Woman's World Given time, I managed to adjust to the lack of testosterone in my body, in fact, I didn't miss it at all, things made much more sense now. I was Peter's girlfriend, I loved him and although he didn't love me, I was more than willing to help make him. And the changes he was making in my life were good for me too. At his advice I called Lisa and arranged a lunch and shopping date, we had so much fun that we planned to do it once every week, at least until we started nursing in October. I continued to attend intensive therapy sessions to help me understand my new life as a woman; it was making a real difference too. For example, the first few times Lisa and I went out, she'd be checking out guys and asking me how cute they were. I just feigned interest, since Peter was the only guy I could ever like; other guys just didn't attract me. Recently however, I'd been noticing cute guys everywhere! On TV, on my way to meet Lisa, whilst out with Lisa, and I'd flirt with them every occasion I could too! I began only drinking mineral water or white wine. Peter also drinks beer but as he says and I agree, that anything else could make me fat and I didn't want to let him down; not if I wanted him to love me anyway. What with me being in the house five days a week (Peter wouldn't let me go out by myself, he said I wasn't ready and I thought he was right) Peter had bought me many women's magazines to help me understand other women and fashion, after all, it was important. I also watched women's programmes on TV, and at Peter's suggestion; I had taken up smoking. He had always thought that women smoking were incredibly sexy and so I took it up to impress him. I only started with ten a day, just to get into it, but with me having so much time on my hands, I found myself smoking 40 sometimes 50 a day! I loved to have a cigarette with a glass of wine whilst watching Oprah or reading Cosmopolitan or Elle; I was pretty happy in my new life as a woman. But something was missing. Peter still hadn't wanted anything to do with me, romantically. He told me he wanted to wait until I felt female enough to take the next step in our relationship, but now was time, I loved him and had to have him, I just had to prove it to him. I cooked him a romantic dinner and we sat down to eat. I was wearing a very short red dress which I had bought while out with Lisa earlier that week. It was gorgeous and I looked gorgeous in it. After the meal, I led him over to the couch where we had a glass of wine, and I listened to him intently about his day, about what he was feeling and anything else he wanted to talk about. All the while I was rubbing my foot up his leg, feeling his arms, his thighs, and after he had finished his third glass of wine I moved in. I kissed him passionately on the lips and caressed his head with my hands. He pulled away at first, but after he saw the look in my eyes, the look of love, he went back in, feeling me, touching me. My breasts, my legs, running his hand through my hair, I loved having him touch me, he was so gentle. After about 5 minutes of kissing, he unzipped his trousers and led my head down with his hands. There, before me, was his massive penis, much larger than my own. It was fully erect, covered only by his boxers. "You know what I want." He told me, sliding down his boxers... Chapter Eight: Intercourse or something like it I looked at the erect penis and the small part of me that was still male almost threw up. The masculine scent that filled my air intoxicated me; I had to have more. I covered my teeth with my lips, as the one girl who'd ever had oral sex with me had done. I then took the tip in my mouth and started licking and massaging it with my tongue. The sensation was incredible, and with my hands I slowly rubbed the underside of his cock. The "How To Please Your Man Orally" section in last months Cosmo was to thank for that, it had been an article I had taken a great interest in, and was now putting it to good use. Peter I could tell loved it, he moaned softly before taking control, grabbing the back of my hair and moving it slowly back and forward. I was now face fucking him, and not only was he in ecstasy, so was I. I was pleasuring the man I loved with my mouth, and was hoping to pleasure him with more than that later. It then hit me; without a vagina I couldn't have full sex with him. After he shot his load in my mouth, (and I swallowed every drop!) I cleaned him happily with my tongue, before sitting up and telling him my problem. "Not to worry," he said; "I know just the thing." He got up, and pulled up his boxers, he discarded his pants and led me to my bedroom, I was scurrying behind him excitedly, I had been waiting for this moment for ages, although I wasn't quite sure what we were going to do, me being without a vagina. He told me to get undressed and lie on the bed on my stomach, I was more than happy to oblige, carefully removing my new (and now lucky) red dress and putting it over a chair near the bed, before lying on the bed face-down. Peter came back holding some Vaseline. I looked at him knowingly and nodded, letting him know that I was a willing participant in this. He walked over to me and slid down my panties. He put some Vaseline on his fingers and slowly put them up my sphincter. My ass got very tense due to the pain but I held on until he had finished. My nipples were hard in anticipation. My penis however was very uninterested in what was going on. It was the least favourite part of my body and I hated having it between my legs, but Peter seemed unwilling to let me get rid of it. It seemed to me that he used it as a way of helping him remember what he had done; he had turned a heterosexual male actor into a beautiful woman who loved him, and it seemed to me that he enjoyed that. He started to move his shaft closer to my waiting ass. I was desperate for him to put it in and finally make a woman of me, and he was more than happy to oblige. The pain came back and I started moaning slightly as he slowly moved in and out. Slowly but surely the pain went away and was replaced by ecstasy, the painful moans became sexual moans and my body was perfectly aware of the penis inside its body, and it liked it, it craved it and wanted more. I started to move towards him as he did and soon our bodies were in rhythm with each other in sexual heaven. We went for 15 minutes before Peter let out a final moan and came in my ass. Right there, I knew I couldn't, and wouldn't, go back to being a man. He lay on top of me, his dick still inside me, and whispered "That was great Abi, but I'd better get to bed, I've got an interview tomorrow morning." "Yeah, we'd better get some sleep after that!" I told him. I had two loads of cum inside of me, and I'd never felt better. He got up and grabbed his boxers. "Wait, where are you going?" I said, disappointed. Peter and I had never slept in the same bed before, and after I'd shared such intimacy with him I had expected at least that from him. "I can't, Abi, it's just that..." He said, looking down at my crotch. "Oh, that." I said deflated. "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to stay, it's just that..." He said again, but quickly left the room this time before I could say anything. I just lay there and started to cry. The one thing that could pleasure me so much was also causing me such misery. I wanted the operation, but wasn't sure if it was what Peter wanted. All I knew was that I couldn't keep it for much longer. Chapter Nine: A Party Just two weeks before I was due to start college, Peter surprised me with a party at our flat. It was, as he told me in private, to celebrate my full becoming of a woman (although I still had it between my legs) but he just told everyone it was to wish me luck at college. It was the first time that I had met any of his friends and even his family were there. Peter had never wanted me to meet anyone he knew unless he was sure I was ready, but obviously he wanted the opportunity to introduce everyone to as he called me, "The most beautiful woman I have ever met". Which made me go weak at the knees every time I heard him say it. I had never loved Peter as much as I had during that party; it just showed me how much I meant to him, which before he'd never really told me. But for the whole time, he was touching me, kissing me and complimenting me, in front of people or just privately. When I was finally introduced to his mother, he left us alone to get to know each other. She was very lovely, was well dressed and had impeccable beauty. I knew inside that had I been a guy I probably would have been chatting her up had I not knew who she was. She was very beautiful indeed, but she was constantly telling me how beautiful I was, and curiously how well she thought I'd turned out. Was it possible she knew who I was? I thought to myself, and I even asked Peter, who smiled at me and told me he'd talk to me later. After the party was finished and everyone had left (except Peter's parents, who were to sleep in Peter's room.) he followed me into my room. I had assumed that he would sleep on the couch or something, but was delighted anyway. He sat me down and explained to me that his mother had known about me before. In fact, she had seen me in a play and recommended me to him. That was why I had got invited to his party, to meet him. I tried to think back to how I came across getting my invite, but I just couldn't. It was a method that my therapist and hypnotist had come up with. They, Peter and I had come up with memories that I should have had as a girl, rather than as a boy. Whilst hypnotised, I would have perfect memories to 'write over' my old memories. For example, my best friend in primary school was now the first boy I had ever kissed. Instead of taking drama at high school I had taken home economics (this didn't mean that I knew anything about it though!) My best friend in high school became my first serious boyfriend, who although I didn't have sex with, I had given him a blowjob on many occasions. The few girls I had gone out with in school had now become my best friends instead. I had a crush on my cute Math teacher rather than on my drama teacher (who, by the way, wore far too much make-up). My entire life felt real as Abi, not as Alan. The last six months had been created as time spent with Peter, holidaying, spending time together and me falling in love with him. And the memory I now had about the party was that some friends and I had crashed it and I had met Peter, and started going out with him. He told me how much I had come to mean to him, and that his mum thought I was great, and then, to my complete surprise he said, "I love you Abi." It was the single most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, and that's when I told him. "Peter, I want the operation, to become a woman indefinitely." "Sure, Abi. That's great, I thought maybe you'd like to keep, you know, it." "No, Peter. I want to have proper sex with you, not that I don't love having you in my ass, it's just I want to feel like a woman and not have these things dangling there." I said, grabbing hold of my testicles to prove my point. Peter, though, looked rather disgusted as I held them, it now seemed that he didn't want to think about me having anything male to do with me anymore, and neither did I. We slept together for the first time that night, I lay facing away from him, and he just cuddled me all night. Chapter Ten: The Operation and Life Afterwards The next day Peter and I went to see the doctor I had been visiting regularly for the last 9 months. We talked and I had my operation booked for later that week. It seemed Peter's connections had got me ahead on the queue. I had to miss the first month or so of college as I recovered, but I worked extra hard to catch up and graduated after three years of hard work. I am now a full time nurse in a children's' hospital in central London. Peter proposed to me the day I graduated. We managed to get married despite legal difficulties, and we honeymooned in the Seychelles, where we made passionate love for hours on end. We then moved out of our tiny flat and into a house nearer my work. Although unable to have children Peter and I have looked into adoption and are near to being able to adopt our first child. And so that's it, the story of how I went from being failed actor, Alan Jones to becoming Abigail Richards, a successful nurse, wife and soon-to-be mother.