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A Perfect Fit "Elle a chaud cul!" By Juliette Lima Theosophists put faith in a mystic mediumistic seer Animist worship fauna, pray to lions, wolves and deer In face of all that happens whether normal, staid, or queer We all believe in something, I believe I'll have a beer. Part 4 Wednesday ? Murphy's Law was written by an optimist. The shrill tone of the phone jarred both Lanfords from the erotic reverie the morning's encounter had left. Jerry rolled on her side and answered the phone. "May I speak to Jerry Lanford?" asked the voice on the phone. "I'm Jerry Lanford, how can I help you?" "Mr. Lanford, I'm Patrolman Kiel, of the Henrico Police. We have had a major problem arise concerning Dana Athol; the woman arrested at you home the Monday night." "What on earth has happened now?" "She and another prisoner managed to escape from the regional jail and we have reason to believe she will attempt to harm you and your wife." "Well I guess we'll have to be extra careful until you catch her, is she armed?" "We believe so, they stole a pickup from the lot, and the owner stated he had his shotgun in the rack and two boxes of buckshot in the tool box." Jerry hung up the phone. Turning to Marie he told her the facts so far. "So that woman is out there some where and planning on harming us?" she replied. "That's the way the smart money would bet. I for one am not about to be her victim twice in one lifetime. Since I have my concealed weapon permit and the clinic took care of proper ID arrangements, I intend to be ready for her. I do need to make a stocking up run to Greentop. Let's shower and get dressed and go shopping, you've never been to a gun shop, it'll be a new experience for you." The pair then indulged in a pleasant, sensual, and close to the edge shower, that left them clean and clearly aroused. Jerry knew that she had tread close to the edge in her play with Marie and thought to herself the extended time as a woman just might be worth the extra sensual play with Marie. While dressing Dr. Malone called to check on them and also to request a meeting between the two of them and the clinic's security chief. When told of the police warning Dr. Malone admitted she had also been warned and security was tightened. With more errands beginning to crowd the agenda, Jerry and Marie finished dressing and opted to have breakfast out rather than take the time to prepare the meal at home. Stopping by her gun safe Jerry withdrew a twelve-gauge autoloader, and selected six double 0 shotshells for the magazine and another six for the stock bandoleer. The reliable .357 magnum was ensconced in Jerry's purse along with the legalities needed to carry a concealed weapon. Marie also outfitted herself with a .380 autoloader, which she slipped in a shoulder holster under her blouse. Armed to the teeth the pair mounted the steps of Jerry's pickup. Marie quipped "I'm glad I can wear slacks you better be careful climbing down when we stop, somebody will get quite an eyeful, if you slide out like you're used to doing." "I've already done that while shopping Monday with the wind and the height of the truck I showed more of myself than I thought possible. You may not remember it but the storm had high wind so I had my skirt hem up around my waist, fore and aft, both in and out of the grocery store, and the rain soaked my blouse so every person got to checkout the new hooters too. That probably added most of my duration. What I go through to put food on the table for you." "I appreciate your efforts dear, and I'm sure any truckers at the restaurant will appreciate any display of your girlish charms you might offer when you alight. Bet you wish that skirt was longer now, don't you?" Jerry looked down and realized her hem was perilously close to revealing her sex, just as the light changed. The necessity of shifting gears manually and steering kept both hands occupied and the constant rise and fall of her left leg as the clutch was disengaged and released as she progressed through all five gears kept her hemline rising. "Pull on my skirt Marie." She asked and regretted as her loving spouse pulled .the hem up to her waist and revealed her privates. "No smart ass the other way." Jerry snapped. Which resulted in Marie pulling sideways and slipping the back of the skirt as well as the front up to Jerry's waist. "Quit fooling around I'm driving here and you're driving me crazy." Marie bunched up the skirt in her hand and tucked in Jerry's waistband. "Oh damn Marie look what you've done." "I have there's a cute girl with her sweet stuff hanging out in the breeze." The travel on the avenue was stop and go and so Jerry had her hands full of steering wheel and gearshift, and when she tried pulling her skirt down Marie would pull it back up, as soon as her hand left her hem. All the while Marie kept playfully tugging on the side zipper of the skirt as well as slipping her hand behind Jerry's back and unbuttoning the blouse Jerry wore. After a frantic playful trip the couple arrived at a restaurant and found a parking place directly in front of the large windows overlooking the parking lot. Smoothing her skirt Jerry placed her keys in her purse, and said "Observe how a lady alights from a pickup". Opening the door she swiveled on the seat, gasping in surprise as the leather seat supplied a sensual friction to her vulva. Placing her feet on the running board she stood and felt her skirt slide over her hips and to her feet. Gasping she leaned over to grab the skirt and saw her blouse slide down her arms. In horror she felt herself fall forward and she took a reflexive step to regain her balance, thus stepping out of her skirt. She alit clumsily and turned to see Marie grasp the skirt and blouse and whisk them into the truck, and shut the driver's side door. Jerry grabbed for the door latch, but heard the locks slap home. The erstwhile man now blushed beet red and rushed to the passenger side of the truck only to see Marie had exited the truck and had quickly trotted over to the doorway of the buffet. Jerry burned with embarrassment and huddled between the truck and the minivan next to it. Clutching her vulva with one hand and keeping her other hand and forearm across her nipples, Jerry waited for Marie's return. Finally Marie came back and allowed Jerry to don her skirt and blouse, and reenter the truck. All the while the embarrassment had been mixed with a convulsive laughing. Jerry had seen the humor although directed at herself, and acutely embarrassing as being a superbly executed practical joke. When Marie had seen the beet red girl doubled up and laughing she had mistaken the laughter for crying and had felt ashamed of herself. Jerry let her stew for the entire trip to the fast food place where they used the drive through. And finally gave up on keeping a solemn mien when Marie apologized for the twelfth or thirteenth time, and began to laugh so hard she pulled over into a parking lot to finally compose herself. After several minutes of gasping for air, runny nose, teary eyed laughter, the couple finally made it through to the order window, and departed for the clinic. Still having fits of giggles the couple signed in and waited for the short examination and consultation. Marie was surprised when she was called separately from Jerry and met by Dr. Malone. "Marie do you remember the full body scan and mammogram we did on you when we were examining Jerry?" the doctor asked. "Sure is something wrong?" "As a matter of fact, a lot is wrong. We use a combination of Electron Beam Tomography and Computer Assisted X-ray Tomography since we get high definition laminar sections we can use the computer to assemble three dimensional images of each organ, and sections of organs." "What have you found?" "You have a large inoperable uterine carcinoma, extending from the crown of the uterus and strangulating the juncture of the femoral arteries aorta and attached to the apex of the bladder. Part of the mass extends to the base of the spine as well." "Oh crap." "That's about the mildest expletive I've had someone utter in this situation. Do you want to hear the proposal I have for your treatment?" "Well I didn't come her to hear you sing selections from Les Miserables or knit a sweater." "How would you like to be the man of the house? Just as the enzyme and hormone cocktail I used on Jerry made her what she is, I have an analogous compound that will change you. Would you like for us to go talk to Jerry now and get her input? Or do you want to make the decision and tell her what you will do? " "Let's go tell her to pick out a nice trousseau for the second honeymoon, and then kick the tires and light the fires. If my husband can adapt to being female, I'll be darned if I'll wimp out and die just keep from giving up the prerogative to change my mind. Do the same things like blushing and orgasming change the duration?" "Oh yes, and because the chemotherapy additions for you are so strong, I have to use a Transcutaneous Delivery Suit that will have about a ten to one ratio. You and Jerry may want to co-ordinate things. I can leave her in the TDS for a few extra days, and possibly decant you early. The women that I've had use the TDS prior to this generally find ways to extend their time as men without any help from me. You will be quite pleased with your new toy, and it really does make time fly to have all that fun." The doctor and Marie rejoined Jerry in her exam room, and told her the news; because of the intensity of Marie's Chemo she would be kept one day longer in the induced coma. Since the hoped for duration was the same as what Jerry amassed the times would be adjusted to fit. Jerry asked one last question "Just what happens if we double the duration so many times it goes beyond all conceivable life span? Do we just grow old and die as we are?" "No actually the aging process will cause the effect to eventually reverse, but the treatment causes aging to be reduced, and you will age very slowly, remember my in-laws? They are both over one hundred, and look to be in their twenties. And they've been that way for a decade. Tick my mother-in-law off every time she gets carded buying beer." "So I guess Marie will stay here until Sunday? How will I know what size clothes to bring her?" "We will measure her Saturday night and call you before the stores close. If you two want to say your good-byes now I'll get the lab ready to start the treatment and get a room ready for Marie." "One more question, if I have to go commando under skirts, what do we put on Marie when she's got a tallywhacker? Do I bring her a kilt?" "No she can wear slacks, and boxers. If you want to run the risks involved you can wear panties and bra. You will just have increased arousal, because you will moisten the panties, the fabric will conform to your vulva, and there is a lot of sensitive tissue there, your TDS actually causes orgasming after a rather short length of time in panties. Add on a bra and the stimulation multiplies. Remember all of the nerve endings in what used to be your penis and scrotum are now in a different configuration, but still highly sensitive. One patient was invited to a beach party; the lady friend he asked to borrow a bathing suit from had a thin white suit she had cut the lining out of as a gag to give a girlfriend she had a feud going on with. He got a sunburn, got in the ocean to cool off began to have the feeling of orgasming and when he left the water saw the suit was transparent. Not only was he at the end of his week and had about five years already. He turned beet red, started orgasming in front of everybody, and had to be carried off the beach in convulsions. He had about five or six orgasms before his lady friend got the suit off him. As bad as blushing from skirts flying is, you have to have a very controlled situation if you put any clothing in firm close contact with your vulva and nipples. As to Marie and slacks, she'll have a foreskin, and that will stop some of the stimulation, and I said BOXERS, not tighty whities, those will do to her what panties do to you, because of the close contact. If you must go swimming go skinny-dipping and wear sunscreen. Now kiss her good-bye and let me get to work, I've got sick people to treat, and nurses to yell at." Jerry left the clinic and headed for Greentop, the big sporting goods shop on US 1. She shopped for extra ammunition for the revolver and also found several more speed loaders. After stocking up she loaded all the ordnance into the toolbox of her pickup and traveled back to the large mall just south of Greentop. She looked at several outfits, realizing she would be wearing women's clothing permanently; she selected several and went to try them on. After what seemed a short time but actually was several hours she departed the department store and headed for the exit. Seeing the "Victoria's Secret" she rather unwisely stopped in, and after another hour emerged with her "surprise for Marie" and several bra and pant sets as well as matching garter belts and stockings (just for fun when Marie gets out of the TDS). Burdened with her bundles she made her way back to the truck, and unwisely climbed into the bed to stow packages in the toolbox. As the neophyte female busied herself fitting bags into the box the evening breeze changed direction and flowed over the tailgate and being funneled by the truck bed accelerated, striking the obstacle of the cab changed direction, taking Jerry's skirt with it. The large SUV behind Jerry started up and as SUV drivers are wont to do turned on headlights at full brightness. Now she stood bent over in the truckbed legs splayed to better balance herself with skirt hem at shoulder level, and what looked to be one million candlepower of light showing everyone her well sculpted bottom and the attendant anatomy as well. Thinking quickly she stepped over the side of her truck after slamming her toolbox shut (on her skirt) The ensuing rip was followed by the remains of the skirt slipping up under her arms which pulled her blouse up exposing her pert parabaloid breasts, in their mathematical perfection. Her purse of course sat behind her on the toolbox lid. As she turned to get the purse the skirt peeled from her like the skin from a tree ripened peach. Being free from the skirt she gripped the purse to her self, snatched the remnant of the skirt from its snag. And after an eternity (about fifteen seconds) thumbed the security fob switch, opened the door and leapt into the cab. All the way home Jerry thought of just how it seemed that his life had become a script written, produced and directed by Moe Howard. Just as she approached the exit for home the low fuel light came on. Knowing she had to refuel she pulled into a self serve station and positioned the truck to screen her from the store front, and wrapping the tatters of the ruined skirt about her hips and using duct tape to hold the waist together she began to fuel the truck. With her truck forty gallons heavier and her purse much lighter she finished the homeward trek. Once sure the garage door was down and secure she remounted the truckbed and unloaded her purchases. She hung the outerwear, and stowed the underwear loaded speed loaders and put them in her purse with the .357, stripping off her rags and then donning a caftan of Marie's she fixed and devoured supper. Stretching out on the sofa in the family room she turned on the Satellite receiver and TV. Deciding to watch the History Channel's presentation of The Great Escape she remembered she was a young boy she had sat in the old Commodore Theater on High Street in Portsmouth watching the same film. As Steve McQueen began his first stint in the cooler sleep over took her and when morning came she awoke to "Le Canal d'Histoire" presenting in French one of the previous season's shows. Part 5 Thursday - If you think education is expensive, wait 'til you have to pay for ignorance. She stiffly rose from the sofa throwing the Afghan Marie had knitted off her supine form. Quick visits to the bathroom and kitchen found relief for the most pressing needs. After sating her hunger she repaired to the bath again for a shower, shampoo, and for the first time a shave that came no closer to her face than her thighs. She thought it funny the TDS suppressed pubic and auxiliary hair but let her leg hair grow. Drying off she rummaged through Marie's body lotions and makeup and cautiously added color to her face, trying to remember just how her wife had done her makeup. Deciding to try wearing one of her new dresses she opened the dresser drawer, to withdraw a slip and saw the marching lingerie, wondering how she would look she slipped on the peach colored garterbelt, attached the shear stockings and slipped the gossamer thin panties up her legs. The fabric caressed her sex like a warm kiss; she shuddered at the sensuous pleasure. The matching bra followed and when clasped together the soft cups strained softly against the quickly stiffening nipples. The satin slip slid over her head and lay against her skin with the gentleness of fog brushing a rose. Jerry sighed from the warmth that rose in her sex, the soft fabric was as smooth and warm to her as a lover's tongue. Finishing her dressing in an ever- building sexual reverie, she put on the new apricot silk dress and matching pumps and went to the laundry room thinking she would start a load of towels and washcloths. The laundry started she returned to the den and reaching for the phone to call Dr. Malone brushed her now steaming sex against the back of the sofa. The soft bump of the padded upholstery was all that was needed to start the cascading orgasms, now well over due she humped the sofa and felt the flood of her passion's flow. She came to sometime later lying face down on the sofa. Rolling over she observed the now drying foot wide spot on her new silk dress where her juices had drenched the fabric. Stripping to her garter belt she looked at the dress' care label and saw it was cold water washable, still dazed from her foolish tempting of fate she replaced the bathware with her delicates and continued her laundry. Now abashed at her foolishness Jerry resolved to stay "stimulator free" and picking up the bag of testing gear Dr. Malone had provided, she went to the master bath and collected a urine specimen, into which she placed the test probe of the small electronic monitor. A glance at the meter gave her a surprise; she had had at least five orgasms that morning as her duration now stood at one thousand six hundred thirty one days, which her calculator told her was four years. Unless she was extremely cautious her duration would mount perilously, with the longer duration in the TDS. She powered up her computer and opened the spreadsheet from Monday night and ran some numbers. If she just had one orgasm per day until Sunday, the duration would exceed forty million hours or four thousand five hundred years, no matter what happened now she would be female for the rest of her natural life since the accumulated time was beyond any reasonable life span. "Well Jerry, at least the tit you have stuck in the wringer is one of a pair of nice ones" she said aloud to herself. The sound of the proximity alarm at the driveway entrance broke the reverie. The security camera showed a large delivery truck, and from it a single woman carrying a large package dismounted. At the front door this somehow familiar person rang the bell, and held her thumb over the peephole thinking she had concealed her identity, unknown to the visitor she had turned on the eave mounted cameras on either side of the front door. Jerry watched as Dana Athol, fugitive, waited for an answer. Jerry pressed the push to talk switch on the intercom and pleasantly asked, "Who is it?" "I have a package you need to sign for." Dana replied. "I really wasn't expecting anything, are you sure the address is correct?" Dana read the house number and street to her and added "Look lady I've got a truckload of deliveries and this box is breaking my back can you hurry up a little?" "Well I'm not dressed yet and it'll take a few minutes for me to get there so just hold on." Pausing only to dial 9 1 1 Jerry grabbed for clothes and retrieved her shotgun from the safe. Jerry grabbed her old mechanics jumpsuit she had used for auto repairs back when she was 'man of the house' and slipped them over the stockings and garter belt. Slipping an old trusty pair of Wellingtons on she moved to the door where Dana stood shouting out that she really needed to set down the package. Standing to the side of the door and holding her twelve gauge in her left hand Jerry turned the knob, releasing the door. Dana surged forward pushing the box ahead, and tripping over the foot Jerry stuck in her path. Burdened and blinded by the box Dana fell face first into the foyer, and aided by the sharp shove from Jerry continued to fall into the lowest level of the house. A resounding crash announced her arrival and stop in the den. Dazed by the fall Dana rolled to her side and groped for the pistol stuck in her waistband. It's not often that the truly evil mete out swift, sure and appropriate punishment to themselves, but today was Dana's meeting with destiny. Being stuck in too tight slacks the revolver discharged into the sitting woman's left thigh. This shocked her into pulling harder, and firing a second round with the sight caught in the waistband. The second round drove diagonally downward smashing her pubic arch, busting her bladder, transversing her vagina, severing her rectum from her anus, and finally exiting just dorsally of her anus. Had she passed out at this point she might have survived, but something seemed to compel Dana to keep trying to use the revolver. Which having cleared from the waistband of her slacks still was hooked by the front sight in the stretchy tatters of her panties, allowing removal but keeping the barrel pointed toward Dana's lower abdomen. Dana jerked the trigger a third time and the bullet entered midway between the pubes and her naval traveled diagonally through her body severing the Aorta and Vena Cava, allowing her to suddenly bleed out into her body cavity, and collapse unconscious. The sirens announced the arrival of the police, but no amount of first aid could save the life of the walking evil that had been Dana. The uniform officers and detectives were professional and as quick as proper procedure would allow, still several hours elapsed and only after late afternoon was past did Jerry find herself able to prepare herself to leave the house. With visiting hours at an end Jerry prepared a light supper and then made herself ready for bed. A troubled night of sleep finished the day. Part 6 Friday ? Everybody's working for the weekend. The clock radio awakened Jerry Friday morning with a blast of classic rock, and the redneck antics of two clowns from North Carolina. Knowing she had made monumental changes now, and sure she had put the evil of Dana well away from her family, she began the duties of the day. Still clad in her nightclothes she tackled each room from the master bedroom and bath down to the den. At 10 AM the daily sex break occupied her for a short time. It seemed almost perfunctory to stroke the very sensitive clitoris and find the release and bliss of "le petit mort". Afterwards she though how incongruous it was to have masturbation as a must do item on the list of chores. "Leave it to medical science to turn a small pleasure into a daily chore' she murmured to herself aloud. By 3 PM the already tidy home was ready to receive any legitimate visitors, and Jerry showered and dressed to go shopping for an area rug to replace the one ruined by Dana. Knowing she would be using her pickup, she selected a straight skirt devoid of pleats, or fullness. "If I must go commando I'll just be damned if I'm wearing anything that will be billowing up around my waist today" she said "And I have to stop talking to myself the conversation is getting stale." The trip to the mall was unremarkable, and the import shop was well stocked with nice area rugs. Selecting a replacement turned into more of a challenge, every rug looked "just right" and the many options made a quick decision impossible. "Oh crap, where did my decisiveness go." She thought "I just can't see a single thing as fitting anymore." Frustrated by the overwhelming task of choosing she left the store and made her way to the food court, where the sweet aroma of baking chocolate chip cookies drew her to a stall. Seeing her neighbor Irma seated at one of the tables she approached and spoke. "Hi, Irma I see you made it out today" "Oh Jerry you are out and about, not huddled in fear I see." Irma replied cheerfully. "Yes, may I join you? I'm trying to replace the area rug that got ruined last night?" "Now how did that happen?" "Dana, you remember her, the woman who broke into my home? She shot herself in my den." "Why did she do that?" "Well I'm sure she meant to shoot me, but forgot the basic fundamentals of gunfighting. Namely shoot only when you are pointing at the intended target, and not at yourself." "What did Marie have to say about that?" "Marie doesn't know yet, she's in Dr. Malone's clinic being treated for some very severe illnesses, and won't be home until Sunday afternoon. Then he'll find out about the damage to the rug. I wanted to find a good replacement but I don't seem to be able to decide." "You poor dear, you don't need to be concerned with rugs now. You have far too much on your mind to be piddling around with housekeeping, you have big changes in your life, and bigger ones coming. Let me call my daughter and tell her not to come for me, then you and I will go home and just get a plan of action put together. You don't need a rug, but you do need a friend." A short time later at Irma's kitchen the pair sat over coffee, and Jerry's composure began to break, soon she wept on Irma's shoulder and recounted all that had occurred. After crying out the agonizing sadness and fear, she posed one question. "How do you stay so calm?" "I know that God loves me enough to lay down his life for me and will justify me because of my faith, with undeserved grace. I know he loves you and Marie, no matter what sex you are and wants you to be a part of his kingdom. Every sin is covered by Christ's sacrifice, so you can face every moment without concern for the past nor worry about the future." "I never really cared for organized religion." Jerry replied. "Calling our church organized is playing fast and loose with language. We're just a group of sinners with all our flaws, remembering only that "what you do to the least of these, you have done unto me" applies to everyone. There's no magic, life doesn't get a whit easier, you just get a strong ally, The Holy Spirit, who gives you faith, and that faith justifies you." "I want to learn more. But I'm afraid of how I'll be received, I'm not pious, I have a salty tongue, and I really like a cold beer after a hard day. Don't I have to do a lot of good works to be a member.' "Well what could you do that's as good as dying for the whole world? At least one prophet declared himself "a man of unclean lips". And if you have a cold beer, the only sin I would see is in not sharing with a sister or brother." "So what do I do to get this, study, fast, meditate, or what?" "Pray with me "Father send to me the Holy Spirit let him take up residence within my heart, showing me the way into your Kingdom, keep me safe within your fold, like the lost sheep I am. Remind me constantly that Jesus Christ is the way into the kingdom, and has bought me from the slavery of sin. Amen" Peace settled upon Jerry like a warm blanket on a chilly day. She felt the cares of the past, melt into the dim recesses of her mind, she saw the fretfulness for the future as useless. The rest of the evening was one of quiet joy, and warm fellowship with her new found sister. Part 7 Saturday - My how time flies when you're having WHAT? The new morning devolved into the standard routine, rise, dine, shower, and masturbate. Searching Marie's closet for old clothes Jerry found a dress in denim that looked like bib overalls, and a flannel shirt, it had to be a shirt the buttons were set in the "left over" fashion of men's shirts. Not looking to carefully she donned the clothes, and found she was wearing the shortest dress in the closet, having a hem that hit above mid thigh. Thinking no problems would ensue she did the few tidying tasks and went to the mailbox to send off payments she could not do on-line. The fresh breeze was unable to lift the short hemmed skirts, and while she "knew not where it cometh from she sure knew where it goeth." Mail sent and received she made a late start at going on-line and first off opened her reminder to change oil in both vehicles. A quick check of the garage found no filters and only two quarts of 10W-30 oil, so now a trip to the parts store or the local Wal-Mart was in order. Thinking aloud she opined "no problem we'll just head for Advance Auto, whip in, grab filters and oil, and then head for home,. What could go wrong?" The trip to the parts store was easy, the carts available adequate for the task, she had all her filter numbers, and cases of 10W-30 were on sale, and stacked in the middle of the main aisle. Stooping to pick up the case she realized her stance revealed a lot of her nude bottom, and the greasy teen at he checkout reacted in such a way that she knew he had seen her crotch. Thinking quickness would make the ordeal shorter she hoisted the case over the cart edge and caught her hem in the case, lifting her dress up over her hips. If the case had just let go of the hem she could have escaped further exposure. As is the case when the world goes sideways, the raised hem slipped off the box of oil, and onto the corner of the cart; where it stuck. She lowered the case of oil quickly into the cart and tried to with draw her hands, only to find her hands stuck in the narrow cart by the weight of the case. By now all eyes are on her fully exposed rear, and laughter begins to run through the store. A last wrench frees her hands, and as she stumbles back her hem slides down. With the laughter still ringing in her ears she locates the filters, both oil filters sit upon the top shelf, reaching for which raises the hem to reveal her anew. Adding insult to insult the two air filters sit upon the bottom shelf, where the act of stooping reveals more of her feminine charms. Blushing bright red she joins the line to check out and endures the snickers of the greasy-nailed, sweat-stained ball cap wearing, stubble chinned, snuff dipping, knuckle dragging, men already in line. Something contacts her buttock and she turns to face the hairy face of the man following her. "You got a real purty butt girl" he drawled. "Would you like to see my new compact?" Jerry asked. "Is it gold or silver?" the red neck panted. "It's stainless steel you creep." She snarls drawing the compact Lady Smith Revolver from her purse. "Now step back and don't you ever get closer than six feet to me again. You have the right to remain silent, everything you have said so far has pissed me off so if anyone has any further crap they just have to say, prepare to say it as a soprano." From behind her comes the sound of clapping, she turns to see the two female cashiers applauding and two of the patrons skulk from the store. After paying for the oil and filters, one of the countermen quickly asks to carry her purchases to her truck. She allows him the task and he expresses his surprise when she gives him a quick version of her story. He begins to laugh anew with Jerry when he thinks of the big creep's look of shock at the sight of the revolver in her hand. A short drive home followed by repositioning Marie's sedan for easy access to the oil sump is followed by lunch. During which she decides that with the garage door closed it is safe to strip off Marie's dress and shirt, since the oil is sure to get out of hand. Once fed and nude she locks the garage door and sets to opening both vehicles oil drains and removal of the filters. Having little actual mess she replaces oil and air filters, reseals the oil sumps and pours in fresh oil. Removing the oil drain pans from beneath the truck and sedan she empties the cooler oil from the sedan into her recycling container. Replacing the drain pan in its cubbyhole she steps back onto one of the extender rod and sockets used to open the sump, which rolls under her foot, and drops her bare bottom into the still warm oil from her truck. The plastic pan holds together, and her weight sprays the oil between her legs and up onto her chest and on her face. Rising from the seated position empties the black warm oil from the pan onto the floor, because the pan now grips firmly on her well-shaped rear. She starts to remove the pan and slips in the oil pitching forward into the standing puddle. With hands and feet struggling for traction she crawls between the car and truck toward the overhead door, with the black plastic pan suctioned to her posterior, leaving a trail of oil as the residue trickles warmly between her labial folds. Reaching the door she grabs for purchase and unlocks the door concurrently with striking the indoor opener switch. The rising door quickly puts the push button out of reach of the prone woman, and as she kneels and pushes backwards on her pan encased bottom sees the unblinking eye of a TV News camera and the agape mouths of the reporter and producer. Later after the oil was cleaned from her body and the garage floor she told the very young reporter the entire story. At its finish the phone rang and Dr. Malone advised her of the sizes needed for Marie's new clothes. Blessedly the old clothes Jerry had worn as a man would fit, so all that was needed were new boxers, undershirts, and socks. The TV crew asked to accompany her on her shopping foray and Jerry agreed. To her relief the trip was without any snags or embarrassments, just a short run to Wal-Mart, no fuss, no flying skirts, and no over exposed privates on parade. The departing crew left her the tape of her door malfunction, and after viewing it and her own security camera tapes she archived the files on a DVD for Marie's entertainment, she stripped, donned a gown, and slipped into bed. Part 8 Sunday ? A day of rest? Who are you kidding? Rising early Jerry performed her now routine morning actions without much thought. After her shower she dressed in her new teal dress and its matching slip, omitting for now the dangerous but colorful panty and bra that coordinated. Opting to take the sedan she drove over to Irma's house and collected her new friend for the trip to church. The greetings from all of Irma's friends left her with a warmth she had never known; it was as if she had always been one of the congregation. The young pastor made time to hear a brief sketch of her history, and her recent developments, he prayed with her and asked her to join his midweek bible study and his adult inquirers class to prepare for membership. All too soon the service ended and Irma and Jerry treated themselves to Sunday dinner out. At three in the afternoon they reached the clinic to collect Marie. The first meeting was a far cry from Jerry's shock and awe a mere eight days earlier. The tall slim man that stood when the ladies entered the room was a fine replacement for the once middle-aged wife. Sandy neatly clipped hair replaced the long gray locks of Marie. Slim of build but obviously strong he embraced Jerry and kissed her lips. Irma broke the silence with "Are there any more in the warehouse like him, I think he's right close to perfect." Releasing Jerry Marie extended his hand to Irma in greeting. "Hi Irma I'm glad you came here with Jerry, has everything been calm back on the farm?" "Why don't you go get dressed dear, we can catch up on the news later, at home, after a beer or six." "A beer or sex? What a great set of choices, can I have both?" Marie quipped. "Just get you pants on big boy we have company present. And watch your phrasing there are ladies present." "There are?" "Sure are" Irma riposted "There's a couple in the waiting room. Real sour looking old crones they are. Have sweet young tidbit like you as and appetizer in one bite." While Marie put on her clothes Irma and Jerry discussed the changes the therapy had made. "Oh my goodness Irma I was never attracted to any man before but he's just the most wonderful kisser, and I just want to drag him home and, oh I guess I should just shut up" "How did Marie affect you as a woman?" "Exactly the same, I could never keep my hands off of her, she was just perfect as far as I was concerned." "Well there you have it! Love at first sight and Deja Vu all over again." "I guess it would look tacky to have you drive so we could sit in the back and neck. Besides we need to get re-acquainted and should take things slow." "Marie just might be as horny as you are or more so. So slow might not be an available speed, if you know what I mean?" "If he's hornier than me, you may have to take a cab. What is taking him so long? Don't tell me he's still dressing at female speed, I don't believe this. " "Now, now Patience is a virtue." "I can patiently wait to become virtuous, right now I feel a real strong temptation, and know full well I'll feel just fine in the morning. I don't believe I just said that. It must be the pheromones or something, or am I just going off the deep end?" Marie stopped the repartee by reappearing and Jerry took his arm and began to lead him from the room. "Let's go dear I promised Irma I'd have her home quickly and she could be sure to see the reruns of "Sex in the City" on the superstation." "I'll be lucky not to see sex in the front seat on the way home" Irma murmured under her breath. Dr. Malone intercepted the couple before Jerry could drag Marie from the room. "I take it you are pleased with the results, Jerry. The new spouse will function well within in normal parameters and may well exceed expectations in many ways. You may notice a certain not so subtle enhancement in Marie that came about as an accident. I hope you enjoy the rest of the week. Here Marie read these folders, and watch the video tape, I am sure the two of you will be, how shall I say it? Oh hell jumping each others bones for the next week, in fact close all shades the minks in the wild might get embarrassed. Excuse me ma'am are you a parent or just a friend..." Irma replied "I'm the neighbor from across the street, do I throw a bucket of ice water on her to get her to the car? Or just have you sedated her?" Dr. Malone laughed, "I see this a lot my in-laws had the therapy and I thought they would actually couple right in the lobby before I got them in the car and home. I know the temptation to give one or both a spanking is arising, trust me, that's the worse thing to do. Just keep them occupied make Marie drive, and Jerry sit beside him. They will behave just remember they are physically eighteen again, and mentally fifty plus, and hormones are really potent neurotransmitters. Have a safe trip home." Enmeshed in an embrace the couple finally made their way to the car where Irma seated Marie at the driver's seat, Jerry in the passenger seat, and Irma safely in back, monitoring seatbelt usage. Once engaged in a real task Marie kept her wits and drove the trio home. Once Irma parted company they parked the sedan in the garage, and Marie asked "Where did all this oil spill from?" Jerry told the story of oil change "au naturelle" and when Marie caught her breath he grasped Jerry by her hips, sliding the teal dress up to her waist, as Marie bared Jerry's sex, Jerry was deftly unzipping, unbuckling and drawing down all barriers on Marie's body. As the heat of arousal rose to a boil, they coupled with the fierce furor of youth. It was not staid old couples relishing the nuances of love it was the hot pounding pulse of manic teenage years, clumsy gropes and feverish hopes. Parted lips and convulsing hips, as the passion reached its inevitable conclusion both throats opened to greet the orgasmic crescendo with full toned tremolos that signaled the arrival of the first orgasm in their new found passion. Lying back on the still warm hood of the car Jerry held the form of her resurrected spouse, and wondered aloud. "You don't think the neighbors heard that do you?" "Only those within a mile or so, dear, I'm sure the sound only carried in one direction, the garage door does face the woods, so heck maybe they think it's wild cats. Or Sasquatch." "Ow, I have a friction burn on my tush." Jerry said as she slid from the hood. "Well let me see I might be able to rub some cream in the burns" "Or between them" "Or both" "Let's move to the more comfortable location" "The bedroom?' "Or the kitchen floor?" "Where ever?" "Whatever" "I don't care." "You better pull your pants up before you trip." "It's safe I have some thing soft to land on." "But you'll land with something hard." "I know. "I know you know." "I know you know I know." "Shut up and kiss me." "Yes ma'am, one kiss coming up" "That's not all that's coming up, holy cow that's outrageous it looks like a baby arm holding an apple and wearing a French cuff." "Mmmmph " "MMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Part 9 Monday - Binary arithmetic for horny dummies. As the night wore on the couple did find the bed, and found each other again and again, until at the noon hour the phone interrupted the frolics. Breathlessly Jerry answered the call and heard "Hi Jerry" "Marlene Scott Channel 12 news" "Yes" "We spoke on Saturday," "Yes" "I was hoping for a follow up with you and Marie" "YES" "Can we come by in a little while?" "YES" " "I need to hit the editing room by three to make the six o'clock airtime" "YES" "Okay?" "YES, YES, YES, YESSSSS!" "Glad you're so agreeable I'll be seeing you in about fifteen minutes! Bye now" "YES" "What was that all about, hon?" asked the sweaty Marie from atop Jerry. "Channel 12 news is sending the human interest reporter by in FIFTEEN MINUTES OH MY GOD I'VE GOT TO GET DRESSED! NOW!!!" Twelve minutes later Jerry answered the door wearing her new lavender dress and looking fresh scrubbed and chaste, but feeling her husband's fluids seeping down her thighs and saturating her stocking tops. Marie joined the conversation after a few minutes and sat on the sofa to talk with the reporter. Jerry stood at the arm of the sofa fearing to sit and soak the seat of her light colored dress. As the talk continued she tried every possible position to avoid sitting, but before the crew would leave Jerry agreed to sit demurely beside Marie and was taped for broadcast. When satisfied the crew packed to leave and the couple saw them to the door, Jerry felt the chill of her moist seat clinging to her buttocks, and tried to keep her back turned away from the news team. Marie stood behind her to provide cover for the rear echelon. Marlene leaned into Jerry's ear and whispered "I kept the camera man from shooting your reflection in your cheval mirror, guess there's no privacy for you for a while, have fun. Wish I could have a turn with him, he looks delicious." Burning bright red Jerry turned to kiss her husband and let the traces of past lovemaking show. Once the new dress was safely laundered, and Jerry redressed and now pantied and shielded from leakage by one of Marie's left over panty shields. The couple ventured out first for brunch and then to see Dr. Malone. They needed to see when the TDS could be removed and the ever-increasing duration stymied. As they rode in Marie's sedan, both became aware of the trauma the night had wrought on each set of privates. In about twenty seconds Jerry knew why Marie had called the panty shield a "chalk board eraser" her vulva felt the pad to be as wide and hard as a two by four and as erotic as sitting on shards of broken pottery. Marie also was learning just how inconvenient male crotch tackle could be; every move either pinched a testicle or twisted his scrotum. Sitting in the car just a tad too hard gave the family jewels a quick thump and sent a wave of pain into Marie. "Ow the darn seats too hard, I hurt my 'nads." Marie groused "The seats not the only thing too hard, I feel like I've been riding all twenty one stages of the "Tour de France" on a sandpaper seat." "I think I have abrasions on my penis, the water from the shower sort of burned." "I know I'm abraded, that thing is a weapon of muff destruction" "Technically speaking you don't have a muff. Just a cute little bald pudendum" "Okay it's a pudendum pestle, of powerful, priapitic, poking." "Used solely to grind in the meat mortar, 'midst my lady's luscious lengthy legs." The rest of the trip was executed with more literate, lascivious, and lewd, alliteration. Dr. Malone was bemused at the couple in the couple's over used state. After urine samples were taken he returned to tell them "I have good news, and great news, and a shock, what's your pleasure?" "A sitz bath and a cold beer. But I can listen to good news" Jerry smirkingly asked "Good news is Jerry can be decanted from the suit right now and with about three to four orgasms a day, Marie, you will both have about equivalent durations, actually lifelong durations, by Saturday. And according to the test, Jerry, you are ovulating, so there's a good chance you'll be pregnant by Saturday!" Two hours later Jerry rode home pondering the possibility, she might already be pregnant or most probably would soon be pregnant. Part 10 New Year's Eve ? It's a parturition party! "Well you're fully dilated and it's only ten thirty you want the absolute first baby of the year? Or do you need a tax deduction." "I've got all the diapers any ten children could need, the saddle block is working like a charm, I'm feeling no pain, let's make a tax deduction." Twenty minutes later the lusty cries of Charles Michael, and Iris Juanita Lanford-Fussbruch announced the start of two new lives. Jeri held her twin gifts and wept in joy, at the beauty of them both. Marlin rewound the tape and commented " Darn I missed part of the second delivery, can you back up to the little girl's entrance and? I guess not, just ignore me I'll fix it in post." "Hey cameraman! Come over here and bust me a kiss..." Part 11 EPILOGUE Article from The Richmond Times?August 30, 2069 Local Couple Celebrates Centennial of Marriage Varina Mr. and Mrs. Marlin Lanford-Fussbruch celebrated their one-hundredth anniversary today surrounded by the couple's twelve children, fifty-five grand children, and ten great grand children. The celebration was held at the couple's farm in Henrico County. Mrs. Lanford-Fussbruch is a noted author of sixteen novels, twelve collections of short stories and nine plays. Her theatrical works have won numerous awards, and five of her novels have been adapted for the cinema. Mr. Lanford-Fussbruch is a home schooling advocate and has several series of texts in mathematics and language arts published under his name and in conjunction with his wife. The couple was recently added to the Guinness Book of Records as the oldest living couple, longest married couple and Mr. Lanford- Fussbruch is the oldest living person at age one hundred twenty. He commented that he would celebrate his one hundred twenty first birthday in just eighteen more days. In attendance were numerous local, and state wide elected officials, including Governor and Mrs. Frederick Gray VI, of Virginia, and Governor and Mr. Ramon Sanchez of Iowa, Governor Sanchez is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lanford- Fussbruch. The couple reaffirmed their marriage vows, under the leadership of Pastor Olaf Linquist III. Pastor of Saint Peter's Lutheran Church... Article from The Richmond Times?February 28, 2075 Armed Gunman Invades Home Of Local Authors Parents of President Sanchez Varina Local author and mother of President Iris Sanchez, Jeri Lanford-Fussbruch succumbed to wounds sustained in a brief gunfight in her home, Wednesday night. The gunman identified as Michael Fidel Moorhen the illegitimate grandson of an obscure failed filmmaker who achieved some notoriety in the first part of this century, was also fatally shot and died at the scene. Mrs. Lanford-Fussbruch had written widely and the late Mr. Moorhen, a failed filmmaker and author blamed Mrs. Lanford-Fussbruch's nonfiction book, A**H****, Hollywood Elitists, Idiots, And Other Worthless Trash for his failure. In an interview last December Mrs. Lanford-Fussbruch had attributed his failure to his incompetent writing, obtuse logic, poor research, inability to discern fact from fiction, and his slovenly habits. The home invader also killed Mrs. Lanford-Fussbruch's husband Marlin, as he struggled to prevent his entry. A police spokesman described the scene as "on a par with pictures I've seen of battlefields. The invader used an illegal assault rifle capable of full automatic fire and expended over two hundred rounds. Mr. Lanford-Fussbruch was cut in half and his wife struck more than a dozen times in the legs and abdomen. She returned fire with her.357 magnum revolver, and put one round squarely in Mr. Moorhen's left eye. She only fired once." Mrs. Lanford-Fussbruch was a life member of the NRA, and author of the book Nothing Stops Bad Behavior Quite Like Good Marksmanship. The White House issued a terse statement of sorrow on behalf of the president and her eleven siblings.