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Stuck in Female by eighthdwarf2002 Part I. Jona Chapter 1 John & Joanna 1.1 Twisting Twins Anywhere in Kansas, two little kids in unisex clothes played together on the meadow behind the house in the warm afternoon sun. Their mom and dad loved to watch them playing. Uniform shoulder-long hair, equal-looking baggy-pants and sweat-shirts, the kids liked and insisted to have that typical twin partner look. So everyone who happened to meet them first was to think that this were two long-haired boys. Actually, they weren't... In fact, it was a boy and a girl, Johnny and Joanna Webster to be exactly, who were playing there on the grass, and they absolutely didn't matter about being male or female - they were twins, that was what counted. So for the last entire three years now, starting with the age of four, they used to prank their fellows exchanging their identities like most other twin couples were doing. They looked similar enough that it even worked when one twin was dressed a girlish dress, and the other one a little suit like at weddings or such occasions. The twins called this by themselves their "twisting time". So on each of their "twisting days" Joanna pretended to be John, and vice versa. And they were proud that almost no-one could find out. The only persons they knew who could do that were their mom, and their aunt Emily, and none of them ever told them to stop it or told this little secret of theirs to anybody else. So the twins enjoyed their tiny little triumph when they had managed to successfully prank everyone while "twisting" once again. Mary Webster, their mom, never said about their game, for she loved to see them having their fun - at least as long no-one was hurt. She, and her cousin Emily Winter, too, nonetheless hoped for the best, that this interest would eventually fade away when they grew older, best before the difference was to remarkable to hide that easily. Mike Webster never had any clue nor that he was suspecting, that his kids were crossdressing sometimes. Not that he didn't care - in fact he was very anxious about each scar and injury they got while playing or practicing in school. But for him always the twin wearing the girl clothes was his daughter, and the twin in the boy clothes was his son - it only became difficult for him when they wore the same like this particular afternoon a week after their seventh birthday. Anyway. Mary never wanted to trait their kids' tricks to anyone, not even to her husband - if he found out them himself, it should be fine with her, but she never would tell him. Only when she realized that they had "twisted" once again during their semi-monthly Father-Son-And- Mother-Daughter-Weekend, when the father spent the whole time with his son, and the mother spent a weekend with her daughter, to improve their familiar relationsship and - well, to do gender-typical things together, she took the kids aside one by one, and said such critics like: "Joanna, I appreciate that you want to learn to chop wood and to saw and such things from your dad. A girl should be able to live independently if she had to. But wouldn't you agree that you somewhat exaggerated it a bit with your working? You'll need a lot of skin-cream to soften your hands again." Or: "Johnny, I really like to see you are interested in needlework and cooking, too. In my opinion each boy should have skills in that, it would make him more independent. By the way you looked so cute with this pony-tail and Joanna's dress, I really needed to look twice to realize it was you." Such things always made the twins wonder how their mom could so easily find out who they were at any moment, but it made them also proud of their acceptance and that their way should lead them to more independence. And because their never was a word of anger about this, only the appreciation that they were up to learn the other side of life, the kids knew they had the silent allowance and permit. 1.2 Sad News But then, on a rainy school day, the house was empty when the kids came home from their primary school. They suddenly knew for sure that something was wrong, for every day else either their Mom or aunt Emily, or Emily's nurse and best friend Myra was at home when they arrived. But this time nobody was waiting at home. So the twins wondered shortly, but then they managed to calm down after having a soda in the kitchen, and went upstairs to their rooms, to prepare their tomorrow's prank by exchanging their identities once more. Half an hour later they went down again, and because no-one had arrived yet, they prepared a cute supper table. But it was for nothing. While waiting another half an hour, they began to sorrow. When their Dad came home after a while, he had tears in his eyes. With him came aunt Emily, also having cried. "What has happened?" asked Johnny (who appeared to be Joanna due to their "twisting"). "Where's Mom?" Emily sat down in front of the sitting twins, and told them the sad news: "Joanna, Johnny, Something most dreadful and sad has happened: Your Mom had a heavy car accident. Unfortunately her injuries were too heavy, the doctors could do nothing anymore to safe her life. Now she has become an angel in Heaven." This was the most shocking experience the twins could imagine. Their mom never would come back. Now the kids were left alone with their dad, and only Emily or Myra came here from time to time to look after the three of them and help them as far as they could beside their medical office, and Emily managed most of the funeral and everything - but yet there was a huge emptyness sensable, a hole that needed urgently to be filled again. About half a year after Mary's funeral, Emily eventually spotted the point: "Mike, you need to search a new wife. The kids need a mother, and you also need someone to come home to. Look, I love you like the brother I never had, but I have so much to do to run my own business - I can't give you and the kids what all of you really need. I'll further help you as much as I can and my time will allow, but I can't and won't let Myra alone struggle with my business." 1.3 A New Mother Yet it needed a couple more months before Mike even thought about doing as Emily recommended. But more than one year after Mary's funeral, he came up with a new lady-friend. He introduced Clara, a colleague of him, to the family. Actually she was a cousin of Mary and Emily, too, and though Emily seemed not to trust her for any reason from their past, Clara's habits made that she wasn't unwelcome. All of what she said and did showed love and acceptance, not only to Mike, but to the children, too. Soon Clara moved in. She was loving but strict, and Mike let her do. Clara stopped the children to wear unisex clothes. In her opinion, a girl and a boy should not wear the same outfits, so she began to dress Joanna in cute dresses and skirts and let the unisex outfits vanish. She only couldn't get the kids and her husband into having their hair cut short. But she also admitted the twins to different courses - literature and household for Joanna, and handcrafting and electrics for Johnny. Only the teachers were responsible that these courses were not too boring for the twins. But because John and Joanna still wanted to learn the same things, they began to "twist" much more often than ever before: every third day they were in each others identity, despite of having to wear counter-gender outfits then. But first it was fun, and second - the twins could learn each other's lessons, and they had no secrets to each other. Clara never found out that the children were "twisting", exchanging their identity every third day. And Mike himself had no clue anyway but if ever, he would have kept the secret to not trait his darlings. But he could be very sure: on days with swimming or gymnastics during school, none of the twins could pretend to be the other one. The tight suit would reveal the cross-dressing truth. Chapter 2 Exchanged Personalities 2.0.1 Preparations School was over now, the summer holidays began. It was the first of July. The twins had finished their fifth grade with an "A" -note, and planned to stay a while with friends during the vacation time. But they also knew that at first another parent-kid-weekend was to survive. In Joanna's room, the twins talked with each other, and agreed that the last some weekends which they joined as they themselves were mostly boring. To spice this weekend up, the twins, meanwhile at the age of 11, decided to "twist" once more. Soon John wore Joanna's favorite leisure outfit, and Joanna wore John's clothes. Then they went downstairs, to have a late brunch with their parents. There the parents were discussing what they planned this weekend. Mike wanted to go just camping and fishing with 'John' at his favorite fishing place in the forests about two hours away, and Clara had a weekend planned full of theater, zoo, TV, swimming, shopping... 'Joanna' was shocked as swimming was advertised, but thought to be able to talk mother out of it. But the rest - theater, zoo, that was great. The new-born puppies in the zoo, and the remake of that furious Irish step-dance show in the theater - these were things to look forward to. When Mike saw the excited views of John and Joanna, he suggested: "Next time we could do a Father-Daughter-And-Mother-Son-Weekend, if you don't mind." All of the other three replied like with one mouth: "We'll see." Realizing their unison answer they started to laugh. So Joanna alias John went to Dads Blazer, helping Dad to put the tents, fishing rods, sleeping bags and stuff into the trunk. John had only to sit down in Clara's Camaro. Then Mike went to this car, and said: "See you at three at Aunt Emily for a snack." 'John' entered the van, and 'Joanna' sat down into Clara's Camaro, hoping the best for the coming three hours. But then, while Mike and his 'son' were rummaging around at the outdoor equipment shop, Clara took her 'Joanna' to the hair- dresser, where the 'girl's' long hair was washed and curled and plaided from top to neck into a French-style pony-tail, and to the next boutique, to dress 'Joanna' into body, tights, dress, and heeled boots, and a nice bolero jacket. Finally, when both, Mother and 'daughter', were thus dressed and done, they met Mike and 'John' again, and went to Aunt Emily. 2.1 Visiting Emily For Mike, Emily was kind of a sister, and a good friend. Even Clara did't mind the good relationship between him and her cousin (her father was the brother of Emily's step-father). Emily kept their house when both of them (Mike and Clara) were absent due to their job, and looked after the children like she has done when Mary was still alive. She almost was part of their family. Well, Emily was a bit odd, and you sometimes could smell a light odor of rubber and sweat in the air, when she was in the house for more than a few hours, but the kids liked her. Emily was not only their favorite aunt, she was also their favorite paediatrician, and a good soul to lean on. 2.1.1 The Queer Aunt Now Emily had quite a different style of living and dressing: she was lesbian and a rubber and leather fetishist. The whole entire twelve years Mike has been knowing her, he had never ever seen her otherwise then dressed either in latex or leather outfits. Even the entire upholstery in the house was made of leather. So it was the same today. Emily wore a long-sleeved black rubber mini dress. Well, it looked not bad - quite the opposite. One could almost presume that Emily had changed her favors to satin or such stuff. But this was only the surface quality of this peculiar outfit. The whole house breathed a sublime odor of rubber, sweat, silicone-oil and polished leather. Even her heavy curtains were not made of just velvet, but rubber, too. One could even say that Emily's house was a rubber paradise. The whole Webster family, together with Emily and Myra now were gathered around the table in Emily's living room, sitting on the leather couch and armchairs, having their dessert. "Mike, I must rebuke you", said Emily suddenly. "Why?" asked Mike in reply. "For you were not only untrue to me having spent no time with me all these months, ..." (everybody laughed for even the twins knew that the sixth person at the table, Myra, was not only Emily's nurse but her actual long-term girl-friend ) "... but you also forgot to visit me with the kids in my office to have them checked up. The last check-up should have been made more than only a couple weeks ago." Still laughing, Mike stood up and bowed his body towards Emily awkwardly. "Oh, Emily-darling, you know that I have always too much to do. You know that, and it's one of the reasons I couldn't marry you instead." Myra asked in reply: "So Mister Webster, could you tell us the main reason, please?" Myra, the good-looking brunette lesbian partner of Emily, wearing a dark blue halter catsuit this afternoon, always used the official 'Mr. Webster' when Clara was around, instead of the private 'Mikey' which she used when she met him alone. So 'Mister Webster' answered in the same cheeky manner: "Well, My-lady, the main reason is..." the twins and Emily began to giggle because of the 'stiff upperlip'-style, pretending an old-fashioned Bostonian or Brit, "... that both, Emily and I are keen on women. That's a bit uncomfortable for a man, you know. I mean everytime while flirting with a woman I never could be sure that my friend Emily had an eye on the same girl at the same time. Look, I'm a man. And as the wild beast a man is, I'm not supposed to share my prey unasked. So if there were such a reason for jealousy, and my highly appreciated Emmy-darling were a man, I could fight and beat up, even dueling like in the old Barbarian centuries. That's normal. Men are just civilized beasts, they still use to fight with each other - each wrestling match proves that. But to fight against a woman? Even such a gorgeous one?" The answer Mike gave to himself, sitting down again, was given in unison by the chorus of Emily, Myra, and the twins also: "Never!" After waiting for the giggling and laughter to end, he continued, more serious: "But concerning the check-ups, you're right, Emily, and I'm sorry. I was so busy with my research job and the problems involved that I really forgot about it. I hope you can forgive me." Emily replied in a tone one could not be sure whether or not it was meant serious, "Okay, Mike. It's forgiven. But under one circumstance. You must delay your parent-child-weekend until after I made these check- ups, which are so important that I'll do that right now," and she stood up. "Em -", Clara tried to protest, but Emily cut her off, hardly trying to be as kind as she was to everyone else. "I'm sorry, Clara, but these check-ups are important. If you want I could send the twins to the hospital to have them checked, and they would stay there for a whole day. So, for I'm knowing the kids and knowing where to look sharp at for they are my own patients, I doubt that I need more than two hours for the both of them. So what if you go home and come back for dinner in about two hours? I think Myra will have prepared something yummy until then. - Or if you have other plans tell it, and I drive you the kids home after the treatment." It was Clara who said, "as far as I'm concerned, I'd be glad if we could have even dinner with you. Shall we bring something with us when we come back to you?" Emily and Myra both said that it were not needed, and the Webster's parents departed, leaving the kids at their paediatrician and aunt. "Is that new box in the treatment room already?", Emily asked Myra while helping her clean up the table. As the answer was no, she said "honey, please bring it there, and show the kids the way to the dressing room while I prepare myself." "You really was serious about that check-up, weren't you?" Myra wondered. "Sure I was. What do you think I made this theater for? And it wouldn't be working that good if the check-up had been done already. So lead the little ones to the ante-room, and make sure they undress voluntarily." And so Myra picked up that ominous box, and let the twins follow her to the ante-room. 2.1.2 Emily Miller M.D. The so-called ante-room was leading to a dressing cabin as big as a average bathroom. One more door led to Emily's waiting room, which had an extra entrance at the side of the house, another door to the preparation room. Behind the dressing room there was the really well- furnished treatment room and the consultation room, which built the office of the most appreciated paediatrician and midwife in this district. And this she was, despite her wearing only rubber or leather, and also despite her lesbianism. To Emily this public acceptance she had was a miracle to her, a blessing and a curse at the same time. So often she was working from early morning until deep in the night, because there was a child to be born, or a helpless mother called her who needed rather a head-shrinker for herself than some Prozac for her kid, or a twen threatening to commit suicide who trusted nobody but her former paediatrician, or, or, or -- examples were enough in this part of the town. And she was more than glad for Myra being her assistance. But this was not her only profession. She also spoke as a teenage counsellor in a weekly radio show called "Ask Rubberdoll". Nevertheless she found time for her secret hobby: to play s/m-games with her girl-friend. But now she took care of John and Joanna. "Are you undressed?" she asked through the connection door to the consultation room. And because the twins hesitated, she insisted: "Undress please. To check you up I really need you naked. And you must not think that any of us will laugh out loud seeing a naked boy with a French-style pony tail, and a girl with long hair just bound back boy-style." The twins looked shocked. Was Emily just bluffing, or did she really know? "I know exactly that both of you have twisted again, and that you do that often." The paediatrician added. "But, to let a secret kept really secret, and to make it more difficult if not impossible for the rest of the world to find you out, I got a surprise for you." The twins were surprised. Not only aunt Emily knew who was who, she knew also their secret word! What was she? A witch or something? "Yes my beloved. I exactly know that the both of you are tricking your parents once more. And that you do that often. But don't be afraid, only your mother and I -- and even your Mom only in ninety percent of all cases always have known for sure whether you have twisted again or not. I think since that day I'm the only one who can at anytime tell who of you is who. Joanna, your outfit does fit for the boy you're pretending, or for a very masculine girl. And, Johnny, as a girl you're looking really cute, but as a boy - with this pony-tail, this doesn't fit. But you know what, just undress down to your undies. Still the difference is small enough to not be remarkable yet. The rest can be done in the treatment room." The twins looked down and eventually began to undress. After a look on her brother, Joanna said: "That's so cute!" John was still struggling with the back-zip of the dress. He couldn't reach the zipper. So Joanna, already in slip, opened that zip and helped him out of the dress. then she saw the underskirt. Here she helped him too. Finally he only wore just the body."Ready? Still in undies? Fine enough. Now follow me." 2.2 Perfect Pretention So the three of them entered the treatment-room. The twins wearing the underwear of the twin they pretended to be, Emily with a medical coat over her dress. In the center of the room there stood a box, which Emily took and opened. She took two skin-colored packs out of it. "Get naked, please, that I can check your bodies completely. After your check-up I can give you my special surprise gifts ." The kids were surprised even now, and suffered the medical check-up, looking forward to that special surprise Emily had offered to them. Soon Emily finished their treatment, then took two skin-colored shiny packs out of the box. "Please put this on first before dressing your underwear again." Soon the kids sat on chairs and tried to get into strange skin-colored, skin-tight bodysuit with short legs and sleeves. Anyhow they sealed themselves on the shoulders, after just wiping over the kind-of-Velcro closure. Strangely, a sharp but bearable pain shot through each one of them, then the seams of the bodysuit had vanished. Suddenly each one was the twin former pretended, like having body-swapped by magic: Now John really had become female, and Joanna's body has been transformed into male, too. "Wow, I can feel this thing down there as if it were a part of me!" the twin former been Joanna stated, with a slightly changed, male voice. "And I feel these little breasts, and have a strange feeling down there, where it's empty." added the other twin, now female. "Well, that'll be like that as long as you remain in these skinsuits," Emily explained. "During this time nothing, not even a medical check like X-ray or a blood-test will show up that you're not in the identity. So as long as you are sealed in, you are having the gender you're actually showing up. But once you undress these suits you have your genuine gender again." "Wow - that's crazy!" said the twin who now was John. "Now I can be really you instead of only playing pretend to be you." "Yo, Johnny," replied the twin who now was Joanna. "To play pretend a girl has been crazy enough. But this thing - to be a real girl - that's, that's... Aunt Emily, what's heavier than crazy??" "Insane? belongs to the context, my dear," answered Emily. "Why do you ask?" "Well this transformation thing here," explained John while dressing again. "That we actually are the persons now whom we only pretended to be just an hour ago. That's a lot heavier than just crazy. How does it work?" "Well the word for this secret stuff hasn't been invented yet," replied Emily. "So you are free to invent a new word for it. And how it works? The suits contain nanites,a kind of micro- micro-electronic stuff, as small as viruses. These viruses don't make you sick but change your body into a pre-programmed shape. You felt this sharp pain when the suits sealed closed - this was when the nanites changed your bodies completely. Have you taken the plastic cards with you which were with the suits?" "Sure," the twins answered. "Don't lose them. You'll need them to get out of the suits. Just wipe from one shoulder to the other with it, and after suffering such a same pain as you suffered in there, you'll be able to undress the suit again - and at the next time the pain should be much less, for the nanites then only need to be switched on, you understand. So take care for the cards - even for me it's difficult to have them copied." 2.3 Changed Identities (07/01 - 07/02) Dressed again, and knowing that they not only appeared to be but were the other twin even when medically checked, the kids followed Emily to the living room, where Myra just had finished preparing the dinner table. Only moments after they sat down, the door-bell rang, and their parents entered. After dinner John left the rest of the family with his dad, while Joanna and Clara stayed another while with Emily and Myra, before they left, too, heading to a late evening at the fun-bath. 2.3.1 John > Joanna (07/01, 5:30PM) To wear this tight swimsuit in the public bath was the ultimate evidence for the new Joanna to really be a girl now. There was nothing which did not show that she wasn't female. At the toilet she discovered her new body, experiencing that she really had female things Down There, and she only hoped that it was as reversible as aunt Emily had promised. Among all the other girls in the shower room, Joanna realized that the male look on girls had faded, she began to see them as same gender, and in the basin, being among many, and having fun swimming, sliding and so on, she realized after a while that she wasn't sure if there was anything male in her thinking and feeling left. Even Sarah Miller, the best friend of "the genuine Joanna" realized no difference. There was no difference. 'I am Joanna for real!' the twin-girl triumphed, enjoying the good time in the bath. But scruples came back when Kenneth, a buddy of John, started to flirt with her. It needed another visit in the stall at the ladies' restroom to convince Joanna again that she was a girl, then she tried to enjoy the flirting, and realized that her mother agreed with that. Then the laser show after sunset: the most impressive evening the child ever had, in both appearances. Back at home, Joanna went automatically into her room, and prepared to go to her bed, not even spending a thought about getting rid of the skinsuit. She would remain female at least until John was back, then she would try to convince him to stay like that a little longer. She knew she enjoyed being a girl. 2.3.2 Joanna > John (07/01, 5:30PM) For they couldn't go directly to their fishing place by car, Mike drove the van to his "secret parking lot", a niche right off the way to an opening in the forest. Secured from any nosy views by some curves heading to it, and between bushes forming a cave-like natural grown garage it could be left there without being afraid to be stolen. So Mike and John grabbed their sleepingpacks and tents and stuffs, and carried everything the last half a mile to the riverside: half the way softly uphill, then more steeply downhill, down to the river. There they planned to stay over the weekend. Mike and John -- the child was now quite tired -- pitched their tents, and prepared their camp fire. Aside the camp, John triumphed smiling, as he was peeing standing.'Now I know how comfortable this is,' he thought. 'Just opening the zip, and let it run like through a hose - how uncomfortable is it as a girl.' At the river they fished a bit, (Mike: "You can get other fish at night than on day, Johnny") and finally crawled in their sleeping bags. But John was too tired to even think about wearing this skinsuit. 2.3.3 John > Joanna (07/02, 5:30am) 'Why have I slept in my sister's bed?' the twin in the bed wondered. She stood up, realizing to be the female one of the twins. 'Oh shit, my dream was just recalling reality!' she thought, and remembered the last day. In the six feet high mirror at the wall, Joanna looked pretty in her nightie. Smiling a satisfied girl's smile, she went back to bed, looking forward to this day's adventures. Several hours later, Clara came upstairs to wake up her step-daughter. "Wake up, sleepy-head," she said lovingly. "The puppies in zoo wait for you to feed them." Joanna almost jumped out of the bed. "I'll be allowed to feed them? Really?" "Sure. My friend Ricarda who's working there told me that you have permission to that. " Joanna was excited. More, she was happy. She could have the weekend of her life, compared to the parent-child-weekends she had had by now and to what she's been told about by her twin. "Great!" she jubileed, and almost danced to the bathroom to make herself ready. This was so much better, so much more exciting than just going fishing with dad - oh, John would be so envious!Gratefully she dressed what her mother chose, and had her hair plaided, then after breakfast, they left the house. 2.3.4 Joanna > John (07/02, 05:30am) Mike woke up by a noise near their camp. He hesitated for a moment just to be sure that this was no animal. So as he was sure that it was human foots he had heard, he cautiously crawled out of his tent, to Johns tent, and waked his son up, pushing him and whispering. "Wake up, son! Adventure begins!" As quick as he was in the tent, as quick he was outside, checking if that someone still was there. John still was tired, but there was something in his daddy's voice what hindered him to protest. As fast as he could, he dressed fully and met his dad outside. "What's up, dad?" he whispered. "You wanna play detective? There we have some strange people sneaking around here", said Mike, using slang by reason. With a penlamp he pointed on the traces heading away from the camp, just ten yards off of their tents. "See, this older traces are ours as we went back and forth to get our stuff from the car. But whose tracks are these?" "May be the forester's?"guessed John. "No clue, really." "No, son. Look, the forester went this way, do you see? He wore solid walking boots like everyone who knows how to move through the wilderness. But our two candidates - see there are two of them - don't wear boots. Here, see these traces in the mud: a pair of sneakers and a pair of normal street shoes." So, as quick as they could manage producing almost no sound, they headed behind, following the trace. It lead them directly to their car. From a hide behind a bush, the two Webster's watched what's happening. Two men, one about 6'2", the other one hardly 5'6", tried to open it. Despite the active theft alarm they managed it without producing any sound, and placed some small boxes inside: under each seat and bench, and underneath the engine hood. Then the smaller man took a mobile out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Done as ordered, boss - but it's a pity for the van... Okay, boss" he said almost whispering. In their hiding said to John: "Do me a favor and go back to the camp." "What did they place there?" asked John, still whispering. "It looked like bombs. I'm afraid someone didn't like me just to leave the company. But I think it will be better when you stay here in the hiding. I have to do what I've been training for long years ago. But when I yell run then run as fast as you can," Mike instructed his child, and sneaked downhill to his van, surprising the men still at the van. So John sat there in the hide-out, and watched the car, waiting for his dad to return. He was scared. Then he heard something. He saw his dad again, he stuffed the knocked out gangsters into the car. Then he took the remote control of the van, and pushed the door lock. After this he put his mobile out, switched it on, and called a friend of him, hoping not to speak on mailbox or answering machine. "Brad, Here is Charley," he spoke the code sentence. "I'm in heavy trouble! Come on as quick as you can, to my fishing camp! My car is exploding in a minute!" "Now run, Johnny!" he yelled."Run for your life to he camp!" John immediately obeyed. He knew they were in danger. Mike also started to run. Seeing his son running uphill, he paused, pulled his remote out of the pocket, and pushed the Engine Start button. Then he started to run again. Almost half the way uphill he reached his son, grabbed the child under his arm, and ran as quick as he could without harming his son to their tents. They just arrived the river, when they were pushed into it by the pure pressure of the explosion. But this was not all yet: the giant tree between the camp and the top of the hill fell down, and dragged all trees in its direction to the ground. Their tents, the whole camp, was buried underneath. "Our tents!" John almost cried. "No, son. The tents are only things. they can be replaced. We can't be replaced. We are people." "And you killed these people!" John pushed his father away. "You are a killer like them!" "No, son. I'm not a killer. I just defended our lives. Nobody likes to be bombed. But I gave those guys their own medicine back. Believe me, I also don't like what I have done -- but unfortunately it stood our lives against theirs." "Oh, dad - please forgive me, I shouldn't have said such a thing. I only was shocked, and and still I am... I'm really sorry." In this Moment they heard a noise. Steps came closer -- from the other side. "Are they coming back? May be they could come free..." John whispered. "They couldn't." was the answer. "And I don't hope that this are their friends. Stay behind me." Suddenly the beam of a flashlight caught Mike and John. A man's voice said: "Oh Mike, Am I glad to see you alive and well. You can't be left alone more than a month on a stick. Can you? Which kind of trouble have you got today?" To hear this voice was a weight off the minds of both, Mike and John. Really relieved John yelled out: "Uncle Bill! You've almost scared us to death!" "That wasn't that difficult, for both of you seemed have survived a medium earthquake." Bill Deacon, a grey-haired friend of Mike said. "Hey have you flown here? I just called you some minutes ago." "No, I was on the way to my fishing place a couple minutes down the river. When I heard the explosion, I immediately thought: Isn't there the favorite fishing place of my friend Mike? Let's have a look if he doesn't start bomb fishing there, for he could get a lot of trouble for that. So I came here, and saw your two tents under the branches of this tree. Then I thought: No, the tents are too flat, I thought, nobody can be in them. And he never would do bomb - fishing on a Father / Son - Weekend. Then I saw the tree again, and thought, no, the explosion couldn't have come from the river, it came from your garage. And then I started to look for you, and found you finally her, alive and kicking." "Oh man, Bill! I just survived a bloody car bomb assassination, and you are telling me all your thoughts? Are you getting old? Until now I hardly believed that you can think as well, and now this long text, and logical thoughts in it!" said Mike, trying to manage a joke. But Bill was not keen on jokes. "What did you say? A car bomb assassination?" "Yes. The assassins exploded with my car. But their damned mobile should lie in the bushes around it." Bill became angry. "Now tell me they had a person who ordered them by phone, and you killed them by their own bomb, and I call you a foolish idiot." "Bill, I was defending our both lives..." "If these guys were still alive we had been able to find out their bosses. Now we can only guess or rely on our luck that the mobile isn't too destroyed. Both of you must disappear as long as we can't find and punish those bosses. Only that way you can survive." "Disappear?" But Bill just 'phoned. "Yes, Deacon here. We have two candidates for the program. A father together with his child. Care that they can stay together as long as it works." "Which program do you mean? How shall we disappear?" Mike asked Bill, now impatient. "Have you never heard of that program to protect witnesses? We let both of you officially die by this explosion, and give you other identities. Did you call anybody else but me?" "No. But I would like to call Emily. I think I can trust her." "Okay, but not you will call her. I'll do it. I also know her good enough. But at first we wait for the cops I have called. Don't be afraid. These are on our side." Chapter 3 Girl Forever 3.1 Bad News (07/02, 3:00PM) Joanna saw all of these cute little puppies and was allowed to feed some, and she was excited. So she insisted to tell Emily about them. Her house was on their way home anyway. So the both of them stopped by there. Joanna was hurrying to go to the toilet. So, with a breathless "Hello, Aunt Emily" she rushed through her just opening door, and to the restroom, locking it's door behind. Just ten minutes after, the child still was in the restroom, the door bell rang. Emily left the living room, where she sat together with Clara, and opened the door. Outside stood the officers Jackson and Stubbs of the nearby police precinct. Stubbs took his cap off and asked in a sad voice: "May we come in, please, Ms Miller?" "Sure, Come in. You're welcome." Emily led the policemen into the living room. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Webster. It's good to see you here. So we don't have to say it twice. Even once is bad enough. ...Thank you Ms Miller," Jackson said, as Emily served each of them a cup of coffee. "Young man, Officer, what is up with you? Has someone of your family died?" "No, worse, Ma'am. A good friend of mine." said the younger one, and added, saying to his colleague: "Sam, please. I can't do it." So Stubbs told them what they now had to know.: "Ms Miller, Mrs. Webster, we have to inform you, that today the car of Mister Webster was found exploded and burnt out in the forest two hours from here. It was nothing kept than the number-shields and the mortal remains of two male persons, and remains of a at least twenty pounds of explosives. So we can say, that your husband and your son became victims of a car bomb assassination." "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Webster, But we got the proves just half an hour ago." In this moment Joanna entered the room. "Hi, Officers! What's the matter? The five of you are looking as if somebody has died lately." "Joanna!" a shocked Clara cried. Officer Jackson went to the girl, and bowed his knees until he was as small as Joanna. Then he laid his hands on her shoulders and said: "We were sent here to tell the three of you folks some very sad news. The car of your dad was found exploded, You know I loved your Dad and brother, but they had no chance." "No, You're lying," Joanna was full of pain and despair. If this were true, then... Joanna couldn't help to avoid tears in her eyes. But the cop continued: "I wish so this were a lie. But really both, your dad and your brother have become victims of a car bomb explosion this morning. They have died immediately, for nobody can survive sitting on at least twenty pounds of exploding C-6. The crater around where the car has been was about hundred feet in diameter. I'm really sorry, Joanna. I promise you that we'll take revenge for both, your dad and brother. Somebody has to pay for it." 3.2 Identity lost 'I will,' Joanna thought, 'and I do. Right now I am paying. With the loss of my boyhood. I'm now a girl forever.' Joanna cried full of despair, shook the officer's hands off and ran into Emily's bedroom., where she threw herself on the bed. Nobody could help John now to stop his pain. 'Joanna died being me! My name would be written on the tombstone, not hers. Now I am damned to live Joanna's life, whether I wish it or not.' Being Joanna now has become the role of his life -- until he would be old enough to can change it by his own will and decisions. Until then he wasn't the boy John Webster anymore, he was the girl Joanna Webster from now on, orphan, growing up at dad's widow, damned to steadily wear always new skin-suit things. 3.3 The Funeral It was a doubled sad day, as if heaven would mourn with them: gray sky with dark clouds. All people wore black, and of course, people went by to offer their condolences. At the graves then Joanna's and John's whole class, John's football team comrades, Dad's friends and colleagues, and some neighbors gathered to say good-bye to both of them. Emily had taken Joanna in her arms, and said, "I'm so sorry about that. I'll do everything to make it easier for you. Okay?" Joanna now spent more and more time with Emily, for at home it was too painful: to watch that all own things were given away -- everything what belonged to the boy John, and to Dad -- to see this was too hard to handle for a child with almost 11 years of age. Losing mother, father, twin sister -- and own identity, this was really more than hard enough. But the most hurting and changing things should even come to happen. Chapter 4 New Name, New Life 4.1 Moving, Changing The whole time Emily tried to prevent Clara from selling everything: "Clara, please! Don't do that! Joanna needs some reminders to her common life and home. It's easier for her to handle the loss. Please let everything as it is and stay here." "No!" Clara protested. "I do sell that stuff -- all that stuff, and make a new beginning. Only me and Joanna. But as a compromise, I'll keep you being her paediatrician. That she has at least one of her old friends." "Promised?" "Promised. I don't like to search another one for her." So, soon after the funeral, Clara and Joanna moved away. Not too far away, just far enough to send Joanna into another school. But worse: Clara changed the child's name into JONA Webster, to "remind" the names of both kids in one as she told the officer at the desk. And the poor child was called Jona everywhere, until she grew accustomed to it when the holidays ended. 4.2 The New School Jona was deeply sad: lost her Dad, her sister, her maleness, and even her sister's name. And lost all of the former friends -- John's and Joanna's. Officially being a girl now, she had no chance to get out of her skinsuit being the boy she used to be until the day of the bomb explosion. The only connection to the past was Aunt Emily, whom she visited each two to three months, traveling about an hour by greyhound, for exchanging the skinsuit and being John at least for spending there. Okay, her new school was a new, great building with almost no grafitti, and the teachers were understanding and not too conservative, and Jona hadn't to learn that hard to be one of the top ten in all courses, but she felt not right. She was always aware, that in fact she was a boy in a female skinsuit. But this awareness caused trouble. Her social habits were not what everybody expected of a girl. She hang around with a boys' gang, insisted without any success to join the football team instead of the cheerleaders, and began to dress like the boy she in fact was. This were reasons for the school collective to give her one choice: either she went to the school psychologist to get checked and treated if necessary, or she had to leave school, without exams and all. Jona decided to take the first option. 4.2.1 Headshrinker (1) After her lessons, Jona knocked at the door of the school psychologist's office. A female voice called: "Come right in!" So Jona entered. Behind a desk there sat a real squaw. An American Indian woman, clothed in a modern version of the traditional Indian outfit. "You are stunned, aren't you?" The woman asked with her warm, hearty voice. "Yes, I'm a real Dakota woman, working here as your school psychologist -- or head-shrinker as most of them call it. My name is Rebecca. Rebecca Jackson. In my tribe I was called Black Arrow. If you want, we could speak together as friends or comrades. If not -- well -- then it's been your decision. But now to you. I've seen you in the Mall lately. May I ask you a question, er--?" "Jona. Jona Webster." Jona helped out. "Please ask. But I don't know yet if I can answer." "Okay. I accept. But my question is: Why are you thinking that a good looking girl like you should work so hard to appear as a bad boy?" "Well, Ms Jackson ..." "Rebecca. Or Becky. To hear this adult Mrs. Jackson I don't feel old enough. But please continue." "Okay, Rebecca... It's a queer story. Being five, I lost my real Mom. Six years ago my Dad married again, the woman I'm now calling my Mom, for she has tried hard to be a mother for me and my ... late twin John. Then, at the beginning of the holidays my dad and John died at a car bomb explosion, and my mother had no better thing to do than selling all our stuff and move away from our house, and my friends. So I lost everything -- even my birth-name. A month after the funeral of Dad and Johnny, my mother changed my name from Joanna to a mixture of both of our names. From John and Joanna she formed Jona. This is now my official name. Excuse me, but I ... I think I've lost control a bit." Jona cried. "We've really been very very similar, you know. Since both of us always had equal long hair, nobody could tell us apart when we wore unisex clothes. That always was funny." "And that's why you try to be like him?" "Hm. If I did so, I'm really sorry. I think it simply was a bit too much for me. I really try to act like the girl I am, but ..." "The pain is too deep, isn't it?" "Yes it is. I loved Dad and Johnny so much, and losing my own identity is ..."Jona searched words for it: "Insane. Yes, I think, insane is the word for it." "Jona, would you prefer to be called Joanna by me?" "Er - I'd love to, but ... may be it's better to keep using Jona, for I -- I finally have to get used to this name." "Why do you think that? With your former habits you showed up to protest so much against your new name, that you even avoided to act like a girl. I know Jonah is a male name, too, but ..." "Really? No, I think that it's now written everywhere in the offices and authorities. Otherwise I can so have at least one reminder to my brother.... And I don't want to cause more trouble. -- Er - Becky?" Jona got an idea. "What if you taught me to act like a girl again? I ...I think I really would appreciate it." "Well, then what about wearing no such unisex clothes anymore?" "Wh- what?" Jona didn't want to believe what she heard. "Do you really think I should obey my mother and wear dresses and skirts, and let my hair grow ass-long again?" "Sure. This lets you appear feminine, and it would be the first step. If you want to be a girl, dress like a girl, then you can begin to act like a girl. You so much protested against being Jona, that you were dressing and acting like a boy.Like a quite soft-faced boy indeed, but a boy as well. Even the way you now are sitting here, you could make a credible boy. If I hadn't seen you in the bath last week, I could doubt that you're a real girl." Jona swallowed, then unwillingly stated, "Shit." Rebecca coughed slightly. "Step two, avoid cursing. Else I could assume that you are possessed by your brother and I had to call my shaman to give you an exorcism." Jona laughed, then said: "I'm really sorry, but I was badly surprised. I will take it to my heart: step one ,dress like a girl; step two, no curses; step three, act like a girl..." "Fine. I see, you really have listened and understood. Come back please in - well - two weeks. Same weekday, same time. Okay?" "Okay! I'll be here. Good-bye, then, Becky." "Good-bye, Jona." 4.2.2 Girl again A new, changed Jona started into the new school year. Wearing the skirt and blouse of the school uniform, and dresses and skirts in private all day, too, instead of Blue Jeans, she now was eager to fulfill her role. She wanted to be a modest, self-conscious girl, chaste and of good manner. Jona lived her role really, she even began to hate to see her male origin body when having her skinsuit exchanged at Emily. She didn't hang around with the boys anymore, her hair was not anymore short or hidden under caps and hoods, but -- including a fresh hair-extension -- showed up in his full length down to the butt, and all ambitions for playing football or for handcrafting were like blown away, also. Now her new hobby was needlework: knitting and sewing, weaving and crotcheting, She also liked gardening and housework. Briefly, she had become the ideal daughter-in-law. Nevertheless Jona was an appreciated part of her class collective, and started to join the cheerleaders. Jona really made a more optimistic, much better and -- yes, relieved impression now. Just like a sunbeam on a cloudy autumn day. In this appearance she stayed during the remaining years of the Secondary School. 4.3 At the High-School At the Highschool things changed: Jona met Nicole, a girl just one year older, who sometimes wore latex clothes. Now Jona knew this material from Emily and liked to touch it, too, but it was Nicole who waked the idea in her also to dress it. After the first year in Highschool, Jona didn't`t care on school uniforms anymore, but often wore just private clothes similar to the uniform, and her own stuff: skirts and blouses and dresses or a long coat , all made of shiny, mostly black rubber. Jona owned much of them, after she had pestered Aunt Emily to get her some of these rubber clothes -- just o try them out. So Jona tried out more provoking outfits and poses, and - like always in those pubertal age in which most kids like to provoke the adults to reach and exceed their limits -- her habit paid attention to the teachers. Sure, Jona was eager and intelligent, and did not disturb the lessons by chatting, but her outfit distracted everybody else from their tasks. That's why some fine day Jona , just having showered after her afternoon gym course and just having dressed her newest latex catsuit to show up a bit on the way home, was brought to the school psychologist. 4.3.1 Headshrinker (2) The head-shrinker here also was a woman: Doctor Heywood. This woman really was not what was called arch-conservative, but it was foreseeable what she wanted to talk Jona into: to stop wearing this fetish stuff in and around school immediately -- else be exmatriculated. Otherwise, Jona met her later at a bus-stop in the city, wearing a sleeveless leather catsuit. Now poor Jona really wished to finish school and reach College finally, so she obeyed and pushed herself into wearing only school uniforms in school. 4.3.2 The Club When Nicole saw her wearing normal clothes again, she asked Jona: "Aren't you interested in wearing latex anymore?" "Sure still I am. But I don't want to be fired." "Okay. Do you have time tomorrow afternoon? Bring one of your favorite rubber outfits with you. I know a little club, where you can wear it among friends." And handed Jona a business card.So Jona became nosy and went to the address written on the backside of the card. This was a villa with a little park behind, and gave a home to rubber lovers of each age and level. There was the Junior Club for the youth from 15 to 21, the Rubber Bond Club for 21 to about 50(officially), the Senior Bond Club for people older than 50, and a Fetish Shop as well as a disco. Then there , in the back side of the villa, the Heavy Bond Club was to find -- a real bondage club, which officially did not exist, but shared it's rooms to each of the clubs to play bondage or other s/m-games inside. In all of these club rooms (which rather were at least 5-room- apartments for each club) was strict dress code almost everywhere. Without wearing rubber, or black leather at least, no-one was allowed to see more than the club halls. In this cottage she could really live her favors. Now each day, after school, in the afternoon, she hurried home, changed clothes from normal to rubber (mostly she wore rubber underwear underneath her normal clothes), to spend her spare-time in the club, just relaxing or playing games with her friends there, who were mostly girls. They gave her a new nick-name: Angelic - due to her beauty. From time to time also a boy from school came to the club. It was Frank, the Star - Quarterback of their football team. 4.3.3 Jona's Boy-Friend On a Friday in fall, Jona has been dressed and locked by Nicole into straightjacket and plain coverall catsuit for the Junior Bond Club's Rubber Disco, Jona fled after an heavy argument. After running headlessly through the park,she came back, cold, breathless and regretting her entire momentary situation. As she came close to the villa, she heard someone calling her name. It was Frank, who was worrying about her, and had followed her outside. "Here am I," she answered. "Thank God here you are,", said Frank when he arrived at her. His voice was full of true relief. "I really worried about you, helpless as you are." "Thank you, Frank." said Jona surprised. "By now nobody except my Aunt Emily really cared about me. Please hug me." Frank hesitated. "No, you're helpless. That wouldn't be fair." Jona stamped her foot. "Fair or not -- show me your love by hugging me, because I can't show you what I feel by hugging you." In this moment she knew that she had fallen in love head over heels to this damned shy super-star. So when she finally got her hug -- a warm loving almost bonebreaking hug -- she robbed a long kiss right from his mouth. First he was surprised, then their lips began their own game again. Eternities later, Frank and Jona together went inside again, and he cared her lovingly. In this night he also knew that he has fallen in love to this peculiar girl. After a while Jona invited him at her home, and to Aunt Emily. Both, her mother and Aunt Emily, were excited of this honest, modest young man who wanted to be engaged to Jona. Only Emily had a rather private question: "Tell me young man, Is your love big enough to marry and love this girl even though she may be never can become pregnant because of a genetic defect?" The answer came promptly: "Yes, Ma'am. Even if Jona were put into a chastity belt closed by a weld, I would like to marry her. She is my one and everything. I love her, more than I'm able to describe." Jona, being asked about her grade of love to Frank, stated: "I wish to get fully operated to a real woman if any possible. You know it. I want to marry Frank and to live the next ninety years with him." And so it came: Jona became engaged to Frank. 4.4 Operation Clara knew for long that her beloved princess Jona in truth was only John wearing a skinsuit. She was happy that Jona's mind was bent meanwile, that she never acted boyish anymore. And she had had her primal revenge. She also only tolerated Jona's visits at Emily, for Emily regularly checked her up and exchanged her skinsuit, making sure that Clara got her little princess appearing to be always female again. Also she knew that Jona met her old secondary school head-shrinker , this Native American bitch. Clara was sure that this Ms Jackson had washed Jona's brain anyhow. Well, not that this couldn't fit her own plans concerning Jona, but this squaw knew too much. One phone-call was enough, and this problem was solved: the "Black Arrow" was on the way to a madhouse where Clara knew the bosses. [ This should become only the first of three involuntary attemptings there for Rebecca Jackson]. Another side effect was, that this stopped Jackson's school head- shrinker career. Another thing was more complicated but possible. Clara had found out that there was a boy, looking like Jona in her boyish phase, but was in fact an origin girl wearing a skinsuit always checked and refreshed by Emily, too. That was a chance for the final revenge: she only had to find some surgeons who were willing to ... transplant both of them. She herself would care for a reason to get both of them to hospital without any suspect. In fall, the surgeons were found in North Mexico. And a hospital near here to care for both of them after the transplantation. Sure this double-operation together with the following re-convalescence of both patients had it's price, but Chastilock, the company Clara worked for, paid it voluntarily -- as a quite cheap research experiment. They even had organized the drugs lo let Jona and Andrew, the other candidate, simply fall down into a half-conscious kind of immobileness. Drugs, which worked with a four hours delay. 4.4.1 Sick? Jona wondered. Just minutes ago, she just was standing there in one of the bondage rooms, being bound naked to a pile with transparent plastic film for some photos for the club album and waiting for Frank to relief her, -- and now she laid on a stretcher, and couldn't neither move nor speak nor see. She could only hear. But what she heard was strange enough: "Nicole, Anna, what has happened?" (This was the voice of Mistress Erica, the club-chef -- but sounded anyhow dimmed, like through wadding) "I don't know, Mistress. Jona suddenly rushed down. We could only avoid that she gets hurt or strangled." (Was it Anna, or Nicole? She couldn't tell.) "Has someone informed a doctor?" "Yes, Mistress, I've done it. And I informed her mother, too, before calling the doctor. She told me to call the Charity Hospital and to not care for Jona's outfit style, only that she's wearing something." "Well done. When did the hospital say the ambulance is here?" "In ... exactly seven minutes from now on, Mistress." "Okay let's dress her something." 'NO!!!' Jona wanted to protest. 'I don't want to go to the hospital! Frank will come at five PM, and I wanted to meet him here, bound naked on this pile!' But nothing, not even a tone came off her mouth. She could only hear -- though the tones came dimmed more and more. In the moment she was transported to the ambulance, she heard the extremely dimmed voice of her beloved Frank: "Jona! What's up with you?..." Then she sank into dark unconsciousness. 4.4.2 In the Hospital Jona woke up with a horrible headache. She reached to her head. A turban-like bandage covered her head, and she was a bit weak on her bones too. slowly she realized that she laid on a bed in a hospital room. I'm in a hospital. There must be a nurse!, she thought. A nurse can bring me some pain-killer. Slowly ('I never been this slowly before, have I?') she managed to reach the call-button. The nurse arrived in a minute. "Fine, you are awake! How are you?" "Ho-[cough]-horrible", Jona replied with a sour throat. "I've got headaches of the sort of a fine hangover, and I'm thirsty." "Okay. I bring you something against both problems", the nurse said and disappeared again as quick as she came in. 'Why am I here?' Jona wondered. She tried to sit up. 'Oh - these headaches! But what's this?' She had thin hair on her naked arms! This could only mean that she had been undressed even the skinsuit! But she didn't want to appear male now! She wanted to marry Frank to become his wife, not to become his same sex partner! As the nurse came in again, and she got her painkiller, and drank a bit, she dragged herself into the restroom, to get shocked again: underneath her nightshirt she was a normal woman! There was no difference to before she came here, except the small hairs, and some fresh almost invisible op-scars on her belly and chast. Jona had to sit down, and not only because of her actual weakness. Now she was real female! No chance to return to being John. No skinsuit-exchanging anymore. No more lies to Frank. And no stress about being caught male some time. She didn't know whether she should laugh of happiness or cry of sadness, for she felt both. On her bed-side table she saw a brochure, titled: "Welcome to Real World -- How to manage a changed life in reality after a recent transgender operation" It was written for Transsexuals who just had been operated to the gender they thought to be for real. In a certain way, Jona had been a Transsexual herself, too -- though involuntarily because been trapped in these skinsuits. Slowly Jona got used to the hospital's rhythm. She grew a bit stronger, and began to exercise her muscles again. Unfortunately she had to discover that she had been in coma for entire three months, while she had been operated and treated, and had most of the scars removed. but, worse of all, after having read all the letters and cards put together monthwise in the drawer of her bedside-table she found out that Frank was drafted to the Navy. Sure, She has got letters every week, but this wasn't what she dreamed of. To avoid to get bored, she strolled around a bit through the station. There she met a pale slim young man of her age, who even looked similar to her -- as if he were another twin-brother of hers. So Jona joined him, saying, "Hi, I'm Jona. What's your name, twin?" 4.4.3 Andrew "I've never had a twin, but ... hey, I think now I'm having one." As he looked to her he was surprised. "You look really similar to me -- and you seem to have the same scars as I have." "Sure, you notice even everything. But what was your name again?" "Oh, sorry. I was so surprised that I forgot to say my name. I'm Andrew Summers. Born as Andrea, but thanks to my paediatrician I've been living as Andrew for the last three years now. I like to be a boy -- but without wanting to insult you: I always imaged to get a more male body, not so an almost female one." "Well, that comes possibly because I lived as a girl over the last 8 years, wearing a skinsuit steadily. I even became cheerleader queen with my skinsuited body." "A skinsuit? Is this this skin-colored thing in my locker? I had only a couple of bodies to pretend to be male body..." "I can't know what's in your locker. Let's see." So they went to Andrew's room. In his locker really was Jona's skinsuit, a neck-to-toe skin-colored full-suit with dyed false finger- and toe- nails on it, and a breast-piercing. Seeing this, Andrew said:"Wearing this I can imagine that there was no difference to a normal origin girl." "You're right. I could even went swimming wearing a string bikini. and nobody could tell any difference. Why don't you try it?" Andrew dressed the suit, and the catsuit hanging in the locker. Then he said: "Cool! With this skinsuit I could be Andrea again every time I wish! That's cool. So we could meet without any causing of jealousy." "Right. But, I have to warn you. Both, this suit, and the choker here have an electronic lock. There must be a card anywhere here. Or simply contact my former paediatrician Emily Miller in C*. And you only can unlock both things with this card. But when you don't remove this choker after unlocking it immediately, you'll lock it again for entire 24 hours by trying to unlock the skinsuit. And this can only be unlocked when the choker is removed." "Phew. Emily Miller, you said? But that's my doc too. She was the one who gave me the boy- bodies." "Okay, then greet her from her niece Jona when you see her next time. May be we can meet there one day." 4.4.4 Home Again In May, Jona was allowed to go home. Everyone of her friends has visited her in the hospital meanwhile, and she grew accustomed to the advantages and disadvantages of her new body. The worst part was her menstruation, when her entire lower body ached. She even had the opportunity to place new piercings into her left nipple and her belly-button. Well, she could repeat a whole year of her Highschool, and would finish it one year later, but this was worth it. Frank was there too, when she arrived home, and gave her a special welcome the night after it, but had only two weeks vacation before having to leave heading to Germany. So they quickly married in a fantastic wedding ceremony . Frank was sure to get home in November. So they liked to begin their honey-moon at the first weekend in December. They fixed everything at the authorities, and Frank had to leave her a last time. 4.4.5 Widowed Suddenly a letter arrived, that Frank was serving in Afghanistan, a country on the other side of the earth, to help these people to throw the Soviets out. Jona now tried to inform everywhere about the war there, and worried each time when a Navy Base was attacked or when they told the new number of losses. Then, on Veteran's Day, it happened: a visit from the Navy: "Department of Defense, Sergeant Matthews. Misses Webster?" "Yes, what can I do for you?" "Are you Jona Webster, the wife of Frank Webster?" "That's me, yes. - What's the matter? Why are you asking this?" "Misses Webster, unfortunately I have to tell you, that he died in service yesterday. I'm really sorry." Jona fell into a deep hole. She spend half of her afternoons at the psychologist's office, for she wanted to survive her loss. Nevertheless, Emily and Clara had to hold her on her sides when she fare-welled her husband. Now she was widowed without even having had a honey-moon. Chapter 5 Jona the Model In April Jona accepted the invitation of a professional model photographer. She took some of her club photos with her, and had some actual photos made. The photographer who had invited her, saw her face from near. "That's great!" he said, "Do you know that you have very impressive eyes? Your eye-view gives you an expression of knowing deep secrets. As if you knew or experienced much more than every other fetish model." Jona only thought: "If you only knew ...", and was quite surprised that she could sign a two-years-contract immediately. This contract stated that Jona be paid not less than 15