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Twins By Julie O Edited By Robert A Meals By Jenny V (My Sister!) This story features characters from The Julieverse Stories Jennifer Stevens appears courtesy of Bob Arnold (There's a list of characters at the end of the story) Chapter 1 I parked my Acura sedan in front of the three-car garage, stepped out and stretched before heading up to the front door of my sister's house. I had just driven cross-country in less than five days and I was delighted to have finally reached my destination. Actually house isn't an adequate description; mansion would be a better choice of words. The garage was larger than one of the houses we had grown up in. Then again, most of the homes in this area of Cape Cod were all pretty impressive. Her husband, Mark, was very wealthy, old school, rolling in money wealthy. Don't get me wrong, I didn't begrudge her for marrying well; in fact I liked my brother-in-law a lot. My sister Heather stepped out of the front door and smiled. "Good to see you, baby brother," she quipped. I almost flipped her the bird for that remark. Yes it was true she was older than me, but by only twelve minutes. We hugged and she led me inside. "How was your drive?" she asked. "No problems until I got near the Cape, the traffic was pretty bad on 495," I replied. "I know what you mean, thankfully it will start to die off now that it's almost fall," she replied. "Thanks for coming, Ian." I just smiled back. "Anything for my little sister," I replied. She laughed. "You're only one inch taller than me...that's not that much." "Funny, I feel the same thing about twelve minutes," I replied. She playfully punched me in the arm. "So, what's the emergency?" I asked. She smiled nervously as she led me out to the deck. "I...we... have a proposal for you." When we stepped out on the deck I was surprised that, in addition to Mark, my mom, Mark's mother and sister were already there. There was also a woman there who I didn't know. Chapter 2 I suppose I should give you some background information. I was christened Ian Robert McGregor. Our mother had raised my sister and me in Newport, Rhode Island. Dad had been killed in a car crash when we were six. After Dad died, Mom took over his real estate company and she turned a modestly successful business into an extremely successful business. In fact, the income she got just from the summer rental business was enough to live on for the rest of the year. This enabled her to always be there for us as we grew up. I know that they say that twins are close and have a special bond. Well, I can't speak for all twins, but my sister and I have always been close. I consider her one of my best friends in the world. Sure, we fight and have disagreements, but that's to be expected. Still we also had our own lives. After graduation from high school we went our own ways. She had earned a full scholarship at Brown and I went to the University of Connecticut. She met Mark at a party. He was a law student at Harvard and they immediately hit it off. Mark Preston was from Boston and his father, Carter, ran one of the top corporate law firms in the city. While Mark was pretty down to earth, his family had lots of ties to the old Boston bluebloods. He once told us that while he couldn't trace his family back to the Mayflower, they did arrive shortly afterwards. In addition to being rich and successful, Mark was also dead ringer for Tom Brady of the Patriots; he often joked about people insisting that he give them his autograph. Our family liked Mark from the beginning and we were ecstatic when he proposed to Heather. Our family wasn't prestigious; but it made up for this in being colorful, we had more than our share of black sheep going back to the founding of the country. In fact there was good evidence that part of our family fled Scotland after one of the Jacobite uprisings. To escape the repression following their defeat at Culloden they fled to the colonies with most settling in New England. Many just wanted to settle down and start their lives over, but a few couldn't resist trouble. They weren't criminals, but they believed that there was nothing wrong disobeying a law they thought was unjust. In my research I discovered that several were well known smugglers and many of them were the first to join the revolution. Several of our ancestors participated in the burning of the H.M.S. Gaspee in 1772. While this is now portrayed as an early act of liberty, the truth was that the Gaspee was interfering with the rather profitable smuggling activities that occurred off the Rhode Island coast; at least my ancestors were smart enough to pick the winning side this time. I also found that many served on privateers during both the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812, which was both patriotic and profitable. I also heard stories that my great grandfather had been a part- time rumrunner during prohibition. He used to pick up the smuggled liquor off the coast and then speed in past the authorities to safety; I guess old habits die hard. None of this seemed to matter to the Prestons as they readily accepted Heather into their family. I think they were happy that their only son was settling down. Anyway, Mark and Heather got married right after she graduated from Brown. The house on Cape Cod had been a wedding present from his family. They both lived on the Cape fulltime. Mark had a law firm and Heather taught high school English Literature. They had what looked like the perfect life. Unfortunately, bad things do happen. Around two years ago, Heather was pregnant with their first child when she was hit by a drunk driver as she crossed the street by her school. The good thing was that she survived, sadly she not only lost the baby but she wouldn't be able to get pregnant again due to her injuries. They had been exploring other options ever since as both Mark and Heather wanted a family. As for me, I finished college a year early and was recruited by a high tech firm out in California. I got a great job working for a telecommunications development firm. The problem was that we were bought out by a larger firm and I was part of the downsizing. While I was upset to lose my job, they did give me a really good buy-out package, so I didn't have to worry about my finances. It was on my last day of work that I got a call from Heather asking me if I could come out and see her. When I asked her what was up, she told me that she preferred to discuss it in person; she did tell me that everyone was okay health wise. I could tell that whatever she wanted to talk about was very important. Needless to say, I immediately packed up my things and headed east. Chapter 3 "How are you doing, Ian?" asked Mom as we hugged. "Good, Mom," I replied. "You've lost weight since I've seen you last," she commented. I smiled back...some things never changed. "Sorry to hear about the job, Ian," said Mark as we shook hands. "I'm not that worried about it. I got a nice payoff and it should last me a while," I replied. "I should be able to get another job in a year. I might take something out of the field just for something to do...or I might just travel." "So they put a no-compete clause in your buyout?" he asked. "Yes, I have to stay out of the telecom business for a year, the good thing is that my technical skills are easily transferrable, I already have a few prospects," I explained. "That's good to hear," he replied. "If you want I can take a look at your contract...I might find an out." I nodded. Mark's sister Kristina greeted me next. She was the same age as Heather and I and we had always got along well. Kristina was a very pretty brunette with short hair. I had asked her out once, but she said that I wasn't her type, still we remained friendly. "So do you think you'll look for a job right away?" she asked. I shook my head. "To be honest I'm kinda looking forward to a break. The takeover was pretty stressful." She nodded and I couldn't help notice that she seemed to be in on whatever was about to be sprung on me. I decided to wait and see what happened. Mrs. Preston stood up and greeted me next. Margaret Preston always was dressed impeccably in the latest fashions. Even though she insisted on me calling her by her first name, I could never do it. Maybe because in many ways she looked like the type of woman you would expect to be a real snob, but thankfully looks aren't everything. She was actually a pretty cool person. At Heather and Mark's wedding reception she gave me a person by person family history of the Prestons. I learned that they also had their share of black sheep and that she had once been a cocktail waitress. "Thank you for coming out here on such short notice, Ian," she said. I smiled and nodded. The mystery woman just sat in her chair drinking her wine. She was an attractive woman who looked to be in her thirties, but there was something in her emerald eyes that told me she was much older. I also noticed her long dark red hair that was styled in a long braid that ran down her right shoulder. I had always had a thing for women with dark red hair. I decided to take the first step. "Hi, I don't believe we've met, I'm Ian, Heather's brother," I greeted. She smiled as we shook hands. "Yes, I know, I've heard so much about you. My name is Aileen Munro," she said. "Pleased to meet you," I replied. "Ian, can I get you a drink?" asked Mark. I saw that everyone was drinking wine and I nodded. "Sounds good," I replied as I sat down. I can close my eyes and remember every detail about that afternoon. It was a beautiful early October afternoon. It was still sunny and warm and there was a nice breeze blowing off the water. I think part of the reason I remember everything so clearly is that I was about to be asked something that I never thought was possible. Chapter 4 "Ian, I am about to make you a proposal," stated Mrs. Preston. "I would like you to listen to what I have to say before you ask any questions." I looked around at the others. Apparently they knew what Mrs. Preston was about to ask me and seemed relived that she was the spokesperson. "Okay," I replied. "Thank you," she said. "First I want to state that no one is going to force anything on you. If you listen to our proposal and decline to accept, no one will hold it against you." I looked at Heather as she nodded at me. "So, what do you want?" I asked. "As you know, thanks to the accident, Heather cannot get pregnant," she said. She then explained how they had seen several specialists and they had all come to the same conclusion, that there was nothing that they could do. I knew how much Heather wanted to be a mother and it broke my heart. "We have decided to try a less traditional method," she continued. "Aileen has special skills and she has agreed to assist us." I glanced over at Aileen and wondered what sort of skills Mrs. Preston was talking about. "How?" I asked. "We would like you to be the surrogate mother for Heather and Mark," said Mrs. Preston. I almost fell out of my chair. "As Heather's twin, you would be the perfect candidate to have their child," she continued. I was about to point out the obvious when Mrs. Preston put up her hand to cut me off. "Aileen has the power to transform you into a woman...you would be Heather's identical twin sister. This would allow you to have the baby for them. Afterwards, she would change you back," stated Mrs. Preston. I looked around at the others and noticed that none of them were laughing, so this obviously wasn't a joke. "You would carry the child from conception to birth," stated Aileen. "After you recovered, I would transform you back into a male. I have done this spell several times and it is extremely safe." "I suppose you have questions," stated Mrs. Preston. "That's an understatement," I replied. "Assuming that Aileen is telling the truth, why me, why go through this, why not just use a woman to carry the child?" "We looked into that," said Heather. "Unfortunately, I'm now sterile." "We talked about adopting, but we'd like one child to be ours," added Mark. "I know this sounds selfish, but it means a lot to my family. Ian, I don't care about the money, but if Heather and I don't have a child...it would cause a major problem in my family." Mrs. Preston explained that it was extremely important to Mark's father that they have a child... a Preston to carry on the bloodline. "I take it he doesn't know what's going on here today?" I asked as I reached for my class. "That's correct," replied Mrs. Preston. "We will explain to him...and the rest of the family that you are carrying Mark and Heather's baby." "And how will you explain the fact that Heather doesn't have a sister?" I asked as I held out my glass for Mark to refill. "The spell will also change your identity," stated Aileen. "To the entire world, you would be Heather's identical twin sister. The only ones who would know the truth would be those present when the spell was cast." "So you mean I would have a female identity?" I asked as Mark refilled my glass. Aileen nodded. "It would be as if you had been born female." "Damn," I replied as I drained the glass and handed back to Mark. Aileen smiled. "I know this sounds crazy, but it works." "Heather, what do you think?" I asked. "Ian, I really want a baby...one that is as close to being my own flesh and blood as possible. If you really were my sister I would ask you to do this," she said. I nodded. "Mom, what about you?" "Naturally, I would love to be a grandmother, but I don't want to guilt you into this either." I turned to Aileen. "What are the risks?" "The spell has few risks. The issues you would have to deal with are the normal ones associated with becoming pregnant and having a baby. I do want to point out that nearly half the people who do this, don't want to change back." "Really?" I asked. She nodded. "I think it has something to do with having a child. If you decide to stay a woman, no one will force you to change back." I absorbed her words. "Anything else?" Aileen looked at Heather and Mark, who both nodded. "You would have to conceive the child in a natural manner," stated Aileen. I stared at her as I realized what she meant. I then looked at Mark and Heather. "Um, did you know this?" I asked. They both nodded. "And you're okay with it?" I asked. Heather sighed. "It's a trade off. Mark and I have talked about this and we see this as a necessary trade-off...that is if you are willing to do this." "You know that I'm only into women, right?" I asked. "Your sexuality will change with the gender change," interjected Aileen. "I know this is a lot to absorb." I laughed nervously. "You have a talent for understatement, Aileen. Mark, do you have something stronger than wine?" He nodded. "What do you want?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care, just as long as it is strong." He stood up and walked into the house. "Are you sure this is the only way?" I asked. "Aileen, if you can change me into a woman, why can't you just fix Heather?" "She already tried," interjected Heather. "The physical damage was too severe." "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Ian, you have no idea how difficult it was to ask you this," said Heather. "We looked at every other option." Mark returned with a tumbler that had what looked like scotch in it. He handed it too me and I took a sip. It was obviously a really high quality single malt and it felt nice going down. "When do you need my decision?" I asked. "We'd like to do this before the next full moon," said Aileen. "Being a fertility spell, it will work faster during a full moon." "When is it?" I asked. "Ten days from now," replied Heather. "And if I say no?" I asked. Heather fidgeted slightly. "I'd be lying if I said that I wouldn't be disappointed, but I will not hold it against you. I have tried to think about how I would react if the roles were reversed and to be honest I don't know what I would do." I smiled slightly. "Ian, no one expects you to say yes immediately," said Mom. "However, I would like you to think it over it before saying no." I took another sip of my scotch. "If you do this, I promise you will be very well compensated," said Mrs. Preston. I immediately glared at her. "IF I do this, it will be because I love my sister. Do you think that I would consider doing this just for money?" I asked angrily. "Ian, she didn't mean it that way," said Mom. "Please forgive me, Ian. My words came out wrong," said Mrs. Preston. "Okay," I replied. I looked at my watch; it was nearly five in the evening. "I think I need to be alone for a while, if you don't mind. I'll be back in a week with my answer." I stood up and after hugging my mom and sister I left. Chapter 5 I didn't stick around for dinner as I had to get away and think about what I had just been told. If it was a joke it was extremely well played out. It also wasn't something that Heather would have been a party to; she wasn't the type. I ate dinner at a small seafood restaurant in Rhode Island, but I was too lost in thought to appreciate it. I loved my sister and had always said that I would do anything for her, but I had never thought about carrying her child. I also wondered what it would be like to be a woman...and to be pregnant. I wasn't ready to contemplate making love to Mark. I stopped in Middletown and after three stops, I got a hotel room for the night. I debated going out and getting a bottle, but decided that I needed to have a clear head to think this though. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what it would be like to see my sister's reflection looking back at me. Okay, it wouldn't be her, but it would be close enough. At least Heather was attractive. Both Heather and I had dark red hair. I suppose it came from our Scottish ancestors. She had been named after our grandmother on my father's side of the family and I had been named for my great- grandfather, an officer in the Black Watch, who had been killed in France during the Battle of the Somme. I wondered what my new name would be if I decided to be transformed. I was also slightly pissed off at Mark's family as it was very selfish of them. What difference would it make if the children Heather and Mark raised where their own or adopted? I guess it had something to do with maintaining the family name, but what would happen if I had a girl? Would that satisfy them or would they demand a male heir too? I wished I had asked that question back at the house. Why couldn't Kristina have a baby? I suspected it all came back to the male heir creating the next generation. I doubt that the old guard of the Preston clan would be satisfied with Kristina having a child under another man's name...or even worse having a child out of wedlock. I then wondered how they would react to Heather's "sister" having the baby. Would that be close enough for them? I had a weird thought and I immediately pulled out my cell phone and called Heather. "Thank god you called, where are you?" she asked. "In a hotel just outside of Newport," I replied. "I needed to be alone and think this out. Heather, I have a question; please answer it honestly, okay?" "What is it?" she asked. "If Mark's family so desires an heir, will they accept it coming from me...I mean as your sister?" "Mrs. Preston and Kristina think so," she replied. "Okay, so I will be your sister...they don't have some strange idea of having me be you, right?" I asked. "Damn, you have been giving this a lot of thought haven't you?" she asked. "And I'm sober too...for the time being, so answer my question please," I replied. "No, they had no plan to replace me with you...wow you have a more vivid imagination than I remembered," she answered. "You should talk," I replied. "One other thing, how do you really feel about how this will work...I mean the fact that I would have to have sex with your husband?" I asked. "I would prefer that they could just use a turkey baster like Bree did," she replied. I laughed. Bree was a cousin and a lesbian. She was married to her longtime lover Joanne. The last time I had talked to her she was pregnant with her third child. "Um, you know that it may take several attempts to get pregnant," she continued. "If it makes you feel any better, Mark is very good in bed." "Too much information, Heather," I said as I laughed nervously. "Hey, you might as well enjoy it," she replied. "And you won't be pissed at me if I say no?" I asked. "I already told you that," she said. "What about Mark? Will this screw up your marriage?" I asked. "No... but thanks for asking. I know that he is torn between following his family's wishes and making me happy." "Okay, fair enough....what will happen if I have a girl? Or is there some way that Aileen can guarantee that I will have a boy?" Heather paused. "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. I'll ask her." "Thanks," I replied. "So are you going to stay away until you make up your mind?" she asked. "I haven't decided yet. You have my cell phone number so we can stay in touch," I said. "Fuck, Heather, this is the most bizarre thing you have ever asked me!" I then laughed. "It is pretty strange isn't it?" she said. "Strange is an understatement," I answered. "Well, I'm going to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Good night, Ian," she said. "Thank you for being so understanding." "Good night, Heather," I replied. Chapter 6 I woke up early the next morning and despite the cool misty weather that had rolled in during the evening; I drove to downtown Newport and went for a long walk. Thankfully I had spent the last few years in the bay area of California, so I wasn't totally wimped out by the chilly weather. As I walked I thought about the monumental decision that I would have to make in less than a week and a half. I had created a list of the pros and cons of the being transformed. It would be a unique opportunity to see how the other gender lived. I also wanted to help my sister. On the negative side, I wasn't thrilled about the prospect of being pregnant. I guess like a lot of single guys it was a mysterious event that was best left to others. Also being a total research and internet geek I had begun to search for websites that would tell me what to expect. To be totally honest...it was terrifying. I knew that women went through all sorts of physical changes, but I had no idea of their extent, and that was just with a normal pregnancy. I didn't bother looking at the mental changes as it was too much to absorb so quickly. After walking around for an hour I found an open coffeehouse. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was just what I needed. As I drank the elixir of life, straight up, no cream or sugar, I pulled out my notebook and began to add things to both lists. I wasn't keen on losing a year of my life. Assuming that the transformation worked, I knew that my new body would have to be examined and checked to see if I could get pregnant. I also doubted that I would get pregnant the first time. I cringed slightly at the idea of having sex with Mark. I could only hope that if I did this I wasn't a lesbian; although Aileen seemed pretty confident that I wouldn't be grossed out by the idea of having sex with a man. I wondered what would be the implications on my life as a male. Assuming Aileen was telling the truth, my new female persona would have a life history and only those present when the spell was cast would know that Ian McGregor even existed. I wondered what my new name would be. I had checked a name website and couldn't find any Scottish names for women that started with the letter I. I suspected that like most of my relatives I would be named after a relative. My next concern was the fact that Aileen said that I might decide to stay as a woman when this was all over. I suppose that becoming pregnant and giving birth might change a person's outlook on life. That could mean that I might become a wife and mother for my own family. I shook my head as if this would disperse these ideas. I wasn't against the idea of having a family, but I preferred to do it as the father. Chapter 7 Back in my hotel room I searched the web for sites on pregnancy. I also did a quick search of gender change and magic. Granted, this search didn't come up with anything realistic, although I found more than a few interesting fiction sites that were filled with gender transformation stories. While they were fiction, I did take time to read a few of the stories as it did give me some things to debate in my mind. Many of them were simple stories of a male becoming female, often as a punishment or some sort of act of revenge. These stories didn't interest me all that much. I found the stories that focused on the mental side of adjusting to a new gender, especially when the mind didn't change. Don't get me wrong, I didn't think that Aileen was lying to me; rather, I just wanted to be prepared. Then there was the real-life story of Jennifer Stevens. Formerly a male, her transformation seemed to have been triggered by being hit by lightning. Years after her transformation the doctors still don't know how it happened but the fact that it did happen was undeniable. The series of pictures of her transformation taking nearly three weeks to complete was a matter of public record. She's had quite a bit of success as a late night talk show host and actress/director/producer. I suspected that the public curiosity over the transformation had opened some doors for her but she wouldn't have been able to reach the heights she had unless there was some real talent there all along. She'd become good friends with Alexis Eden and I'd seen her quite a few times as she did cameo appearances as a wisecracking diner waitress on the Erin Flynn show. Rumors were flying that Jennifer and her co-star on her latest movie, Adam Tilton, were secretly married and that she was expecting twins. If the rumors were true I realized that my situation would be much less stressful than hers. At least only a relative handful of people would know about my change instead of the whole world. It was then that I thought of another reason to do the transformation. In addition to not having to work, I had few personal attachments in my life. Oh, I dated back in California, but it was never anything long- term. To be honest, I was starting over after the buy-out and if I were to contemplate a temporary gender change, this would be the time to do it. I then thought of another question to ask Aileen. I assumed that with my new personal history I would also have memories of growing up as a girl. The question was would they come to mind, or would I have to constantly be on guard as to not blow my cover. I looked at the lists and the two columns were pretty close. There were good reasons in both categories. I closed the book and shoved it in my computer bag. I decided that I needed to get back out into civilization. Chapter 8 The weather was still lousy, but there were still quite a few people in downtown Newport. I wondered if many of the stores would be closing up soon as they had done when I was a kid. It usually happened after the Columbus Day weekend. I noticed many of the old stores and restaurants that I had remembered from my childhood were gone, but I was pleased to see that Brick Alley, Salas' and the Mudville Pub were all still open. I stopped in Brick Alley for lunch. It had been one of my favorite places when I was growing up here. The cheeseburger was as good as I had remembered. As I ate I noticed two women sitting across from me. What caught my attention was that they were both several months pregnant. I tried to study them, without looking like a pervert. I noticed that they both seemed very happy. I pulled out my notebook and began to take some notes. I was so lost in my writing that I didn't notice that one of the women had walked over to my table. "Ian? Is that you?" she asked. My head snapped up in surprise. "Yes," I replied as I studied the blonde haired woman. "Don't tell me that you don't recognize me?" she chided. I cocked my head and then it hit me. I broke into a big smile. "Kelly Fry!" She held out her hand to show off her wedding ring. "It's Kelly Walsh now." I stood up and gently hugged her. "You married Joe?" I asked. She nodded. They had dated throughout high school. Joe's family owned several restaurants in the area. "Cool," I replied. "So what brings you back this way? I heard that you were in California," she said. "I came out to see my family," I replied. I decided to leave out the rest. "Heather is married and loves living out on the Cape." She nodded. "I saw her a few weeks ago. I'm so sorry about the accident. How is she doing?" "Physically she's doing okay," I replied. Kelly nodded. "So what's up with you?" I asked. "As you can see, I'm about to be a mother!" "Really? I hadn't noticed," I replied with a grin. Kelly laughed. "I know, I know... guys are told not to question if a woman is pregnant unless you see her in labor." I had always liked Kelly; she had the same sort of warped humor as I did. "So, when are you due?" I asked. "Right around New Year's eve, give or take a month. It's my first and there can be some difficulty in predicting the date." "How's Joe taking this?" She beamed. "He can't wait. My god I think he's more exited than I am." "Well, I better let you go," I said. "It's good to see you again, Ian. Oh, do you want to trade cell phone numbers? I know Joe would love to see you." I nodded and we exchanged numbers, although I really didn't plan on calling them. This trip wasn't about catching up with old friends. We then hugged again. Chapter 9 I spent the rest of the day walking around Newport people watching. I noticed at least other ten pregnant women and I did my best to study them from a distance. For the most part they seemed happy, but then again this was Newport and they were all pretty well off, judging by their outfits. I laughed as I thought about what I was doing. I never really noticed pregnant women before and now, thanks to the decision that I would have to make, I began to see them everywhere. I headed back to my hotel room and began to look over the pregnancy websites again. The good thing was that I knew that, thanks to the Preston's wealth, I would have the best doctors that money could buy. Still, I was a little freaked out when I began to read everything that could go wrong. The good thing was that thanks to medical advances, the chances of the mother dying were slim. I then read a section on multiple births and the risks associated with them. Obviously, I knew that multiple births ran in my family and I wondered about the Prestons. One baby would be enough; I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have multiple children. I wondered how Mom had managed to get through carrying Heather and I for nine months. I picked up my phone and called her. "Are you enjoying Newport?" she asked after we finished with our greetings. "You know, you could come stay with me and not stay in a hotel." "I need to be alone to think this out," I replied. I told her what I had been doing. "You always were the logical one," she stated. "Well, you can't blame me for taking my time on this decision," I replied. "Mom, what do you really think of this idea?" There was a long pause before she answered. "I was totally against it when Heather and Mark first told me about it," she replied. "I didn't like the way it backed you into the corner." "And now?" I asked. She sighed. "I'm still a little concerned. Aileen seems to be a nice person and all that, but this is moving into a very unfamiliar area for most of us. I fully understand Heather and Mark's desire to have a child, that, for all practical purposes is their own flesh and blood, but this is a very bizarre solution." "Would you have minded if I had been born a girl and agreed to have their child?" I asked. "Probably not," she replied. "Okay," I replied. "Um, Mom, can we get together and talk about this in person? I have a lot of questions...concerning all aspects of this." "Like what it is like to be pregnant?" she asked. I laughed. "That's the first one." "Why don't you come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night?" she asked. "I'd like that Mom." She gave me directions to her new place. It was a townhouse that was one block from the bay. It was only a few blocks away from the house that we had lived in when I was a kid. "Come over around 7," she said. "Thanks, Mom, I'm looking forward to it." Chapter 10 I had no trouble finding Mom's new place. She greeted me at the door and showed me around. While the townhouse was new to me, I immediately recognized many of the furnishings. Many of the pieces of furniture were antiques, inherited from her grandparents, but Mom had always insisted on using them not as displays but as everyday furniture. Her logic was that that's what they had been built for and not to be displayed as artwork. "I'm glad to see that you kept these things," I stated as I ran my hands over an oak bookcase. "I've always loved this piece." "Well, when you settle down, it's yours," she replied. "Come on, let's have dinner and we can talk." Dinner was an old family favorite, lobster stew. "When was the last time you had this?" she asked as we sat down. "I think it was the last time I was back here," I replied. "I thought I smelled it as you showed me around, thanks for making it, Mom." "You're welcome, dear," she replied as she filled my bowl with savory stew. The stew was as good as I had remembered. "So what did you do today?" she asked as she butted a piece of bread. "More observations, more research, more things added to my lists," I replied. "Any closer to making a decision?" she asked. I shook my head as I swallowed some of the stew. "That's understandable," she replied. "Mom, what was it like when you were carrying Heather and me?" I asked as I reached for the bread. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean, I've been reading up on the physical side of pregnancy, but what was going through your mind?" I asked. "It was one of the most special times of my life," she replied. "I was thrilled when I became pregnant. Your father and I had been trying to start a family for a while. Of course I had no idea that I was going to have twins," she explained. "Of course we were so excited when we were told that I was going to have two babies." She then told me what it was like being pregnant with twins. Overall it had been a very uneventful pregnancy and my sister and I arrived very close to the date that the doctor had estimated. "Why didn't you and Dad have more kids?" I asked as I refilled my bowl. "You and your sister were such a handful that we debated never sleeping together again," replied Mom with a very straight face. "We tried leaving you out in the woods several times but you kept finding your way home." "We were brats but we weren't that bad!" I countered with a chuckle. Mom laughed. "I know that. No, we decided that when we wanted to start a family we were only going to have two kids." "So you never regretted not getting pregnant again?" Mom shrugged her shoulders. "I would have liked to have experienced it again, but that's not important any more." I nodded. "So I can imagine what sorts of things are on the no list, but what sorts of things have you put on the yes side?" asked Mom. I took a sip of my Narragansett beer before answering. "Well, there are the obvious things, like I don't have a job and am free right now," I said. "I also really love Heather and would do anything for her...but please don't tell her that!" Mom smiled. "That's not exactly a secret. She knows you care a lot for her." I nodded. "I also have to admit that the idea of seeing how the other side lives is pretty intriguing." "And does that include getting pregnant?" I nodded. "I mean, it is a very interesting proposal. Haven't you wondered what it would be like to be a man?" "Not recently," she replied. "But you have, right?" Mom smiled. "Of course." I grinned back. "Well those are the main things. I am worried about the whole having sex with Mark part and also the thing that Aileen said that I might not want to change back." "That makes sense," she said. "I'm also a little worried about how Heather really feels about this. I mean, I will look like her and will be carrying her husband's child. I don't want to cause stress between them." "I don't think you have to worry about that," said Mom. "They have both talked to me about this. They are also deeply in love." I nodded. "I understand that Mrs. Preston and her side of the family want a male heir, what happens if I have a girl? I'm not willing to do this multiple times for them." "We've also talked about this. While there are no guarantees, Aileen says that the chance of producing a male baby is 75%." "And what will they say if I beat the odds and have a girl?" "Heather and Mark have said that they will then adopt a baby boy," replied Mom. "They really tried to do this on their own. Aileen even tried to help them, but Heather's body couldn't take it. I'm not telling you this to sway your opinion, but so you know that they really are deeply in love. If there was any other way to do this, they would have done it." "Okay, that makes me feel better," I replied. "Do you want some coffee?" asked Mom. I nodded. "Okay, I'll make a pot. Would you please clean off the table?" she asked. "Sure, it would feel like old times," I replied as I got to work stacking the dirty dishes. "Not quite, I now have a dishwasher," she said. Chapter 11 After everything was cleaned up and put away, we sat down in the kitchen to continue our conversation. "I'm glad that you are being so meticulous in making up your mind," said Mom. "I would be worried if you made a decision this important quickly." "As you said earlier, it is the way I do things," I replied. "Yes, but it would have been very easy to say no back at Heather's house," stated Mom. "So what did you all talk about after I left? I mean, what do the others think I'm going to do?" I asked. "Heather and Mark aren't sure, Kristina thinks you'll do it, and so does Margaret," said Mom. "Kristina thinks that I'll do it?" I asked. Mom nodded. "She thinks that in addition to wanting to help Heather that you'll do it just for the adventure of being transformed." "Wow," I replied softly as I drank the last of my coffee. I got up and refilled my mug. "Do you want some more?" Mom smiled and held out her mug. "Thank you." I sat down, still thinking about Kristina's answer. "Very interesting." "She's definitely the wild one in the family," noted Mom. I nodded in agreement. "Oh, what do you think my name would be if I transformed?" "Aileen talked to me about this. She said that it would be the one that I had considered when I became pregnant," she replied. "Okay, I know it's a family tradition to name children after our relatives; so what other female names did you pick out?" Mom smiled as she got up. "Funny you should bring this up. I dug out my old baby book the other day. I will right back." A few minutes later Mom returned with the book. She paged through it and then handed it to me. I looked at the list of names. "Are all of these family names?" I asked. "Yes, from both sides of the family," she replied. While most of Dad's side of the family came from Scotland, there was also some English and Welsh in the mix. Mom's side also came from Great Britain, although one set of her grandparents came from the Netherlands. "Who was Cailin?" I asked. "She was your great-grandmother on my Scottish side. From what I was told she was named for her grandmother who had to flee her village because she was accused of being a witch." "Was she?" I asked with a wink. Mom laughed. "Maybe, but most likely she was just a strong intelligent woman who pissed off too many men." I nodded, she sounded like someone I wished I knew more about. I scanned down the list and pointed at another one. "What about her?" "You mean Kalie?" she asked. I nodded. "She's my grandmother and she's the one who escaped Holland during WW II." "Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about her," I replied. Kalie and her husband escaped to England in 1942. They had been in the resistance and the Nazis had found out. They crossed to England in a stolen fishing boat and after the war they moved to the USA. "Did you ever meet her?" I asked. Mom shook her head. "No, she died in 1958." "Both seem like pretty cool people, I wouldn't mind either name," I replied. "I hope you get your wish...that is if you agree to be transformed," said Mom. We talked for another hour before I left. It had been a very eye-opening night even though I was no closer to making up my mind. Chapter 12 I spent the next few days hanging around Newport people watching and doing additional research. My lists were now both quite long and I wasn't any closer to making a decision. I did have a new list of questions and after calling Heather I called Aileen. "I was expecting your call," she said in a pleasant manner. "I was wondering if we could get together and talk," I replied. There was no reason to mention what I wanted to talk about as that was pretty obvious. "I'd like that Ian. Heather mentioned that you were staying near Newport; I can be out there this afternoon if you'd like. Or would you rather come here and see me?" "Where do you live?" I asked. "Salem," she replied. I hesitated before replying. "Please tell me that's a joke." She laughed. "Of course it is! Actually I live in Rhode Island in Misquamicut, right near the ocean. I'm sure you know the area." "It's been a while," I replied. "Let's meet in the middle at Narragansett." "Excellent," she replied as she named a seafood restaurant. "Do you know it?" "Yes, they have great lobster rolls there," I replied. "Great, why don't we meet there at 1," she suggested. "Okay," I replied. Chapter 13 We arrived almost at the same time and walked into the small seafood restaurant together. To all the world we looked like two friends meeting for lunch, it just goes to show how little most people know about what's going on around them. Aileen was dressed in jeans, a sea green colored sweater and an L.L. Bean raincoat. She didn't look that different from any other local. Thankfully it wasn't very crowded and so we didn't have to worry about people overhearing our conversation. We placed our drink order as we scanned the menu, although I already knew what I was going to have, the lobster roll. "So, I'm sure you have many questions, Ian," she said as she set the menu down. "Just a few," I replied with a grin. "So, how is it that you can transform people, are you a...witch?" I asked, lowering my voice near the end of my question. She shook her head. "No, I am a sorceress, Wiccan is more spiritual." "And you do this for a living?" I asked. She smiled. "In a way, yes I do. I use my powers to help others. Mostly I help people with terminal illnesses make the transition to the next world." "Why don't you cure them?" I asked. She took a sip of her soda. "Death is a part of life, Ian. Even with powers, I can't save everyone; so I ease their pain and help them adjust so that it will be a peaceful transition. My clients seek me out and are ready to move on and they know I can make their last days peaceful." I nodded. "And what about helping people like my sister?" "I do that on a case by case status. I have certain criteria that must be met before I step in," she explained. "Like what?" I asked. "Part of it is the specifics of the case, like why the person can't get pregnant. I also do it based on the feelings that I get from the potential parents. Mark and Heather will be excellent parents," she stated. The waitress walked over and took our order; we both ordered the lobster roll special. "I don't often get to work with twins. The spell is usually very successful when working with twins," she said. "Because of the similar DNA?" I asked. "That's only part of it; what makes it work so well is the emotional ties between the siblings," she said. "How long does it take...I mean how fast does the transformation happen?" I asked. "It usually takes an hour for the entire physical change. However, you'll want to sleep for a while afterwards. When you wake up you should feel comfortable with the changes." "What do you mean by comfortable?" I asked. "Well, you'll still be aware of your life as Ian and this can make you feel some conflicts," she explained. "And I'll look like Heather?" I asked. "You'll be her identical twin, so you'll look very much like her," replied Aileen. "Of course, there will be some differences that occur with aging and personality." "And how soon after the change will I be ready...for...well, you know?" I asked. Aileen smiled. "We'll have to do a full physical on you and then wait to see how your body is functioning. I wouldn't worry too much as this spell has a very high success rate." The waitress brought our food. It smelled delicious. It had been too long since I had real lobster rolls. "Okay, so is this considered white magic?" I asked. I then took a bite of the lobster roll and savored the first taste; it had been so long since I had eaten a real lobster roll. Aileen shook her head. "Actually there's no such thing as white or black magic. While there are spells that are used to hurt others, it's not the magic that is good or bad, it's the person who uses it. We do have a code of ethics that is regulated; abuse of powers can lead to being stripped of them." "I had no idea," I replied as I picked up a fry and ate it. "We became self regulating many centuries ago," she explained. She then told me that she was actually licensed to perform spells on humans. "I suppose that sounds strange to you." I shook my head. "No, actually it makes me feel better about all this." "I'm glad to hear that," she said. I finished my first lobster roll and immediately started on the second one. "I do have another question; you said that some people decide not to change back, why?" Aileen shrugged her shoulders. "We're not entirely sure. Maybe the transformation fills a void in their life, maybe it's the fact that they brought a new life into this world, who knows?" "Well, I like my present life, so I'm not worried about that," I stated. "I've heard that before," she said as she nibbled on a French fry. I just smiled back. "Oh, is there a time limit on when I have to change back? I mean do I have it do it immediately after giving birth?" She shook her head. "No, in fact I prefer that you don't change back for at least a week as you need to allow your body a chance to recover from giving birth. But the longer you stay female increases the probability that you will stay female. If someone doesn't change back after a month they usually stay in their new gender for the rest of their life. They also tell me that they're much happier." "How many times have you done this?" I asked. She stopped and seemed to be calculating the number of transformations. "I think you'll be number thirty." I cocked my head and stared back. "You mean you're not sure? When did start doing this?" Aileen laughed and then leaned closer. "I did my first transformation in 1922. We age at a different rate than do mortal humans." "Wow," I replied. "Does that shock you?" she asked as she finished her second lobster roll. "No, actually it makes me feel better knowing you've been doing this for decades. I was worried that you looked too young to know what you were doing," I replied. She smiled back. "I'll take that as a compliment." I laughed. "I guess that didn't come out exactly like I wanted." "I like you Ian, you have a good soul," she said. "Do you have any more questions?" I rubbed my chin and then shook my head. "I think you answered them all." "I'm glad to hear that," she replied. "I have a question for you. If you don't feel like answering it I won't be offended." "What do you want to know?" "Have you ever wanted to be a woman?" she asked. "Not really, I mean I guess I have the normal curiosity of what it would be like, why does that matter?" "No, I just like to know. I have had clients who were transgendered and it's best to know ahead of time," she replied. "Do you also do that? I mean, help transgendered people?" I asked. "I've done it, but I don't seek them out. There's an ongoing debate on that very issue," she explained. "Basically, there are those with powers who feel we shouldn't be helping humans at all. Basically we should let nature take its course." "Obviously you don't fall into that group," I stated. She shook her head. "No, I believe we have powers to help others. I just focus mine on certain groups. I guess the reason I help people like your sister is that I like the change of pace of bringing life into the world. I understand death is part of life, but it does get to you after a while. There's only so much one person can take." I just nodded at first. "That's pretty deep, Aileen. I respect you for what you're doing," I stated. "Thank you, Ian, that means a lot," she replied. "So, you have any other questions?" "Just one, aren't you going to ask me if I've made up my mind?" I asked. She shook her head. "No. When you're ready you will tell us." "Thanks," I replied. "By they way, I enjoyed our conversation." "Well, I hope we can become friends. If you do decide to change, I will be by regularly to check up on you. I'm also a MD," she explained. "Cool," I replied. We skipped dessert and split the bill down the middle. "I'll give you all my decision in a few days," I said as we stood out in the parking lot. "I know that, Ian," she said as we hugged. I watched her drive away and then I headed back to Middletown. I still had no idea what I was going to do, but I had a better feeling about Aileen. Chapter 14 The next morning I was up before dawn. I wanted to watch the sunrise, thankfully the weather had cleared up and I was treated to a magnificent show. I watched the sun slowly ascend out of the ocean. I think it was the first time in days that I hadn't been lost in my thoughts about the transformation. Afterwards, I headed off to get some breakfast. As I ate my eggs and bacon I pulled out my notebook and slowly reviewed my two lists. Taking out a pen, I began to cross off arguments, both for and against the transformation. Two cups of coffee later I had whittled my lists down to one remaining point. I stared at it for nearly twenty minutes before pulling out my cell phone. "Good Morning Heather," I stated. "What's up, Ian?" she asked. I could sense that she was nervous. "Can you get everyone together? I've made up my mind," I stated. "Sure," she replied. "Great, I'll be out there this afternoon," I replied. "Okay," she replied. "See you soon," I said as I hung up. Chapter 15 It didn't take me very long to drive out to the Cape as there was very little traffic. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed several other cars and I knew that everyone had arrived. I parked next to Aileen's car and then walked up to the front door. I suspected that Heather was watching me, but she didn't appear at the door until I knocked. We hugged and she led me inside. "The others are in the kitchen," she said. I just nodded as I followed her. Mom, Mark, Aileen, Kristina and Mrs. Preston were all seated around the large oak kitchen table. After the greeting, I sat down next to Heather. "I've decided to do it," I announced softly. Heather started to smile and then she began to cry. "You okay?" I asked. She wiped away her tears. "Yes, I'm just so...well; it's been an emotional few days. Thank you so much, Ian!" She then got up and hugged me. Mom hugged me next. "Are you sure about this?" I nodded. "Yes, Mom." "So what was the reason?" she asked. I told them about the list and how I had narrowed it down to just one reason. "What was that, Ian?" asked Heather. "Love," I replied. Heather began to cry again. "Wow, twice in one day, I haven't be able to do that since we were seven," I quipped. She laughed as she wiped her tears away. Mark shook my hand. "I can't thank you enough, Ian. This means so much to us." "You're welcome, Mark." I replied. Kristina hugged me next. "This is the coolest thing that I've ever heard of someone doing for another. You're something else, Ian." I smiled back at her. "Ian, you have no idea how happy this makes me. This is a wonderful gift that you will be giving your sister and my son," said Mrs. Preston. She was the next to hug me. The whole time Aileen sat there without saying a thing. I looked at her. "Are you surprised?" I asked. She shook her head. "I knew you'd do it from the first moment I saw you. I could tell that you truly love your sister and would do anything for her. And I must agree with the others, it is a very kind thing that you are doing." "Thank you," I replied. "So when do we start?" "In a couple of days; I will need to prepare the potion," explained Aileen. "I also need to perform a physical on you, just to play it safe." "Okay," I replied. "But just so you know, I passed my last company physical last month with flying colors." She smiled back at me. "It's a slightly different physical that I will be doing. Don't worry, it will totally painless." "When do we start?" I asked. "We can do it now," she replied. "Heather, do you have a room that I can use?" "Sure, we have three guest rooms," replied Heather. "It won't take long, I just need to run a few tests," she replied. Chapter 16 "Okay, Ian, what I need is for you to strip down," said Aileen as she set down a large leather bag on the dresser. "Um, do you mean all the way?" I asked nervously. She turned and smiled. "Ian, I'm a doctor...and I have been one longer than you've been alive. What I need to do is check your aura and do it correctly I need you to be naked." "What will you have to do?" I asked as I unbuttoned my shirt. "I will run a special crystal over your body. It will allow me to judge if you are strong enough to undergo the transformations," she explained. "It's totally painless and will only take a few minutes. It's also more accurate that modern medicine." "Why did you say transformations?" I asked. "Most people can undergo one physical transformation without any problems. However, I need to ensure that you can tolerate a second change back to your original form...assuming you want to be male again," she explained. "Okay, why would a second change be so difficult?" I asked. "That's an excellent question. While this is a very safe spell, any physical transformation enchantment stresses the body. By studying your aura I will be able to determine if you are strong enough." "And if I'm not?" I asked. "Then I will not transform you," she replied bluntly. "I don't do this to hurt people. I would hate to leave you trapped in a body and identity that you don't feel comfortable in. Does that make sense?" I nodded. "Just one more question, how did my sister find you?" Aileen cocked her head and winked at me. "Who said that she found me?" I stopped undressing and stared back at her. "So does that mean that you sought her out?" Aileen nodded. "I told you that I heal pain. I can also sense it. Your sister was deeply troubled because she couldn't have a child. I didn't tell you this earlier as I didn't want to affect your decision." "Thanks," I replied. "If I had known that I would have said yes last week." "That's why I didn't tell you. A decision like this has to come from the heart and not be swayed by others. It also can't be made out of pity or martyrdom." I just nodded and finished undressing. Aileen pulled the curtains closed and lit a single candle. "Okay, Ian, just lie on your back, this won't take long," she said. I did as she said. "You might feel a slight tingling as I run this crystal over your body," she explained. "Whoa, that feels strange!" I exclaimed. She slowly moved the crystal over my body. Even though she wasn't touching me with it I could feel where it was. "You have a very strong aura, Ian. Do you have any relatives with powers?" "Not that I'm aware of. Wait, there might be one," I said. I then told her about Cailin. "What do you think?" "It's possible; I can run a family genealogy on you if you'd like," she replied. I nodded. "I'd like that," I replied. "Okay, we're done," she said. "You can get up and get dressed." "Is everything okay?" I asked. Aileen nodded. "Yes, you're extremely healthy and shouldn't have any issues with the spell." "I'm glad to hear that," I replied honestly. "Just so you know, I would like to do a second physical after the transformation...just to make sure that everything is okay," she stated. "I guess that makes sense," I replied. Chapter 17 The next few days passed by very quickly. You may think that I may have had second thoughts, but that didn't happen. I had made my decision and I would stick to it. Granted I was very nervous about the impending transformation, I mean who wouldn't be? To maximize the strength of the spell, I would drink the potion when the full moon would be at its highest point in the sky. Aileen tried to explain to me why this would increase the potency of the spell, but to be honest it was beyond my comprehension. She also explained to me in detail about how the transformation would occur. The actual physical transformation would take place over one to two hours. I would then fall into a deep and restful sleep. While I slept the identity aspects of the spell would occur so that when I woke up to the rest of the world it would be as if I had been born female. Only those present in the house would know my original identity. This part of the spell fascinated me more than the physical changes. I mean, I could understand magic changing the physical body, but how could it alter my identity, especially with the way our modern society tracked all aspects of our lives from driver's license to photographs? I then wondered how I would adjust to two sets of memories. Aileen told me that it would be a little disorienting at first, but after a few days it would seem perfectly normal. When I joked about the "little disorienting" description, she laughed said that she was glad that I had a good sense of humor as it would make my adjustment much smoother. She said that the spell was designed to make my adjustment to my new gender as stress free as possible. This was all because the spell was designed to be beneficial. She told me about punitive gender change spells that were not only physically painful, but would also leave the person's mental stated disrupted. There would also be a post transformation physical to ensure that I would be able to become pregnant, and then it would be up to nature. Chapter 18 I arrived in the bedroom where the transformation would take place wearing just a plush bathrobe. Aileen had recommended that I take a long soaking bath to relax prior to the transformation. Heather and my mom were the only others in the room besides Aileen. "I thought Mark and his family would also be here," I stated as I sat down on the edge of the bed. "They only need to be inside the house," replied Aileen. "In fact, if you wish you can be alone after you drink the spell." I shook my head. "I'd rather not be alone...assuming that the rest of you want to be here." "I'm glad you want me here," said Heather, who sat down next to me. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to guilt you into doing it." I laughed. "I want to do this for you and Mark." She leaned over and hugged me. Mom then came over and gave me a long hug. "Okay, let's do it," I stated. Aileen nodded and checked her watch. "The moon is at its highest now." She poured a violet colored fluid into a wine glass and held it up to the light as if she was inspecting it. As she handed it to me she told me that it would have a slight herbal flavor and that most people thought it tasted rather pleasant. "How soon after I drink it will the changes start?" I asked. "Almost immediately. It shouldn't hurt, and if it does, I will be standing by to assist you," she replied. I took the glass from her and sniffed it before drinking it. She was right about the flavor as it sort of tasted like mild herbal mint tea. I drank it all and handed her back the glass. "Try and describe what you feel, Ian," said Aileen. "I feel a sense of warmth sweeping through my body," I replied. "It's rather pleasant actually." The warm sensation spread out throughout my body and I then began to feel a slight tingling. I began to rub my hands slightly. The whole time I was telling Aileen and the others how I felt. Without thinking, I reached up to brush my hair out of face. "Whoa," I exclaimed. I could actually feel my hair growing longer as I held it. "That's normal," said Aileen. "Your hair will be quite long after the transformation and you might want to get it styled or shortened." Heather was staring at me. "What is it?" I asked. "Your face...it's changing...you look...you look like me!" I looked over at the large mirror on the dresser and saw that she was right. I now looked like Heather. "There are some minor differences," noted Mom. "Heather has more freckles." "Figures Mom would notice that," I said to Heather. "Your voice! It's so feminine now!" exclaimed Heather. I turned to Aileen. "It appears to be working from the head down." "It happens that way sometimes," said Aileen in a reassuring tone. "There's nothing to be concerned about." I looked down and could see that my breasts were developing. I opened up my robe and watched as they grew. It soon became evident that bra size would be another way to tell Heather and me apart as my breasts were at least a cup or two larger than hers. I cautiously reached down and cupped them. The additional weight on my chest felt strange. I was also relieved when they stopped growing. I looked over at Heath