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Hi guys. Wow, it's been a few years since my last contribution in the form of fiction, how you been? I felt the urge to get creative again recently and this was the result. As previously I've gone for a Magic story, as I feel there is plenty of CD already; I've also tried to be a little more original than the clich?," plots which I greatly hope satisfies. Also as previous, have I stuck to the first-person viewpoint, as I like to be a little different and was?appreciated a few years ago with my old stories. I apologise if this story is too long for some, but I personally prefer not to break stories into parts and chapters etc, as I'd rather give a full story as it is.... hopefully I've kept the pace enough to keep it enjoyable though. Finally: Please read and rate; nothing is of greater benefit and pleasure to me than to read honest feedback and I DO take it all on board, so I beg of you to comment (so I'll know if to write more). So, enough talk from me, please enjoy the story I've written below (Any mistakes are the fault of my spell-checker! lol) It's called "A Life in the Week," read on to find out why.... A Life in the Week By Keith Griffith "You could NEVER understand!" screamed Michelle as she marched back across the living room. "How CAN I, if YOU won't LET me understand?!" I followed her across the room, as I had done so often lately. "Bill.......you are so sexist I can't stand it," I hate when she used that tone, seventeen years of marriage and I still hadn't built up a resistance to it. "HOW am I sexist? explain to me for once," I demanded. "You always assume I'm being over-emotional.......you always assume it's my period when I get mad......even when I was pregnant you put it down to hormones.....but MENOPAUSE?! I'm thirty-seven for crying out loud! It IS possible that a woman can just be mad you know!" "Ok, ok, relax, your being over-emotional...." (oops) "There you go again, do you even think before you speak? ugg!!" She lifted a cushion only to throw it down again wearily. "Hey, c'mon now..." I moved over and hugged her tight, this was best for situations like this, she sobbed a little. "It's not fair, you don't treat me as a person." "That's rubbish, you know I love you, and the kids." "You love me yes, but you act as if I have a guidebook or something, like you just have to play me right." "I just know you very well." "No, you don't. Because you don't understand women." I was thirty- eight, and her claim was true enough, I could never understand women, the same way she couldn't understand a man. We were just too different. "I wish I could," I told her. "What?" "I wish I could understand women, inside and out, to get inside your skin." I wasn't sure I meant it, but I did love her and I did want her to be happy. It wasn't like anything could ever come from saying it..... "Do you mean that?" Michelle lifted her head up from my chest and looked up at me. "Of course, you know I do." I stroked the hair hanging onto her face, brushing it past her ear. "I mean it Bill, do you really REALLY mean it? would you do that......for me?" "I swear I would.....if it were possible." "Thank you," she said, pressing her lips hard into mine. It seemed I'd just pressed the right button. The sex was incredible, one long night of passionate love-making. It was rarely emotionless when we had sex; it was either slow and loving or rampant and lust-driven, and tonight we did two of each. I loved to feel her sensitive, delicate body against mine; feeling her soft skin rubbing up against my muscles (we were in very good shape, our jobs ensured that- I was a lifeguard and she was a fitness instructor. We met working in the same health centre, but it's a long story. I won't bore you). Her breasts weren't as firm as they once were, but I still loved to feel her stiff nipples scraping on me as I thrust ever deeper into her and the part I loved most of all was having my hot mouth on hers; drinking her moans as if they were the substance of sexual urge itself. We lay on our backs some five or six hours later; it was hard to speak as we were both so breathless, but the plus side to that was that I could watch her chest rise and fall with her breathing. Sweat- soaked; we looked into each others eyes in the light of the small bed- side lamp. Michelle moved a little nearer, and the last thing I remember is my tired eyes closing as her lips mouth something I never hear. Coming round is a major process. I feel like I drank way too much, but I don't remember having a sip of anything remotely alcoholic. I feel disorientated, as if I can't be certain of the bed I'm in. I reach out to my left to find Michelle; only I find something larger......and hairier?!........oh no.......if this is a nightmare I want to wake up RIGHT now. It this a joke? if it's a joke I'm going to kill whoever's behind it because right now I really am on edge. Unable to bear the tension anymore I roll over and look........into the eyes of the biggest fucking bear I ever saw. "Howwy shwit!" I exclaim, clearly my shock has overwhelmed my speech and I am not yet altogether correct. It's a bear.....a huge freaking....teddy bear. "Michwelle?" I ask, wondering where she is. My voice doesn't sound right, I must have a cold or something. "Are you awake sweetie?" I hear a door open and in walks a woman I don't recognise....she's tall with blonde hair.....late twenties I'd guess, very attractive and in her nightgown. I now fear I did indeed get drunk last night, and have to now explain to this woman I was merely out of it and that there was no future for us, how could I let this happen? I love Michelle, I'd never cheat! The bed must be low to the ground because she seems huge, she leans down and brushes her hair to one side, kissing me on the forehead. "It's ok, Mommy's here. It's time to get up" "M-Mommy?" I splutter. She walks over to the window and draws the curtains (Pink Disney curtains?), then she walks back and lifts the covers from my body. "C'mon, up!" I flinch in anticipation of my naked body being revealed...but find.....I'm dressed?....in pajamas? I look down to see a much smaller body; a white "jama top with fairies on it, and pink bottoms at the bottom of which are two small, soft feet. No, this can't be right, please, what kind of twisted, backwards nightmare IS this?. I reach down with my soft hands and short fingers......a touch confirms this is my body, whatever condition it's in. I move my new hands around my torso and find I have a soft, rounded belly, very much like a child. AM I a child? how's that even possible? I reach lower to find...wait......oh no, please if anything not this......it's gone. It's the most bizzare feeling in the world to find your penis gone (if your a guy anyway) see, normally you reach down and there it is, it's just there. But when it's gone your hands just keep travelling lower and lower until you find them in-between your legs touching...nothing. "Come on lazy," giggles "Mommy," who reaches down and lifts me off the bed. Thats not a nice feeling, in fact it's downright terrifying as someone takes gravity from you. I find myself clinging to her out of instinctive fear; I accidently grope her breasts which is embarrasing but she doesn't seem to mind (first time THAT'S ever happened without me getting a slap in return). She leads us across the hall and I start to fear just how young I am now (I can't be a baby, I'm not wearing a diaper, and yet my speech hasn't quite matured yet). We walk into the bathroom and she lets me down to the floor. I can stand which is another good sign that I haven't regressed too far. The room is enourmous; even my childhood memories don't brace me for this sense of....'smallness." I look back and find myself staring into an image which upon finding our blinking mirrored I realise to be me. I'm a girl....I'm a little girl, maybe two to three with blonde hair falling to just below my ears. Mommy starts undressing me, she pulls my top over my head and then pulls my bottoms to the floor. My penis is gone, no question, there's just a small smooth slit in it's place and it's so devastating I want to cry. I might have cried (for the first time in more than twenty or so years) if my attention weren't drawn to the site of two young boys bursting into the room. They are young, but older than my present self, (brothers perhaps?) one appears about four and the other maybe seven. They look down at me whilst Mommy starts to run a bath. Believe me, having kids looking down on you is NOT a nice feeling. Their eyes travel down to my crotch and I instinctively cover it, feeling the warmth of my face as I blush. "Boys! stop staring at your sister!" commands Mommy. "Mom...why doesn't Billie.....have one?" Billie? thats my name? as in Bill to Billie? oh that's REAL cute. "Because girls don't Steve," says Mommy lifting me up and putting me into the bath. "How does she pee then?" asks Steve. "Steve, that's not appropriate thank you," she says, asserting her authority. "Does that mean YOU don't have-" "STEVE!" he takes the hint and hurries off. The older boy takes another glance with a smirk; as if to mock me for not having a penis, as if to highlight his superiority as a male over I, a female who lacks something. The boys finally gone, Mommy (I wish I knew her name) begins to wash me. Her hands are gentle but they feel huge. She washes away whilst I just sit there like an invalid. My mind is everywhere, I'm foremost embarrassed and humiliated by being exposed in front of everybody (I'm a child and part of this family supposedly, so there's nothing wrong in that scene....that is, until you put MY mind inside the girl. THEN it just becomes plain infuriating for me). Also on my mind is the whereabouts of Michelle, did she know something about this? had something similar happened to her? There was also the pressing issue of just how the hell this had happened to me, I consider quizzing the Mother, but then I feel an urge so sudden I panic. "Ah! Mommy, need toiwet!" "You need to go Billie-sweetie? thats ok," She lifts me out with her incredible strength and....sits me on a potty!? no WAY! I'm about to seriously protest when suddenly I feel it gushing out. It's sudden and feels totally different than it used to. Once finished, Mommy returns me to the bath before drying and dressing me. Half an hour later and I'm stood in the garden wearing a dress...thats right, a dress. I'd say nothing could possibly make this more embarrasing but then I'd really be temping fate wouldn't I? My "brothers," are kicking a football around whilst "Mommy," chats away on the phone. I have no interest in the game of football, apart from the fact I wouldn't degrade myself by playing; the ball seems huge to me and actually reaches my knees. So I stand at the end of the garden just spacing out, wondering how on earth I was going to get help for my predicament, when suddenly the wooden fence in front of me moves, and from over the top appears a woman....Michelle! "Hi there sweetie," she says with a smile (she's so huge now!) "Michwelle!" I exclaim. "Aw, that lisp is so sweet!" wait, how did she know it was me?. "Wot's gowin on?" I ask. "It's complicated," she explains. "Basically I took you up on your offer." "Wot offwer?" "The one to live life as a female, to understand what it was like" "H-how? how did yoo dwoo dis?" "Let's just say I have a friend who likes to help out people in interesting situations." "So, now I'm stuck dis way?" I was beginning to panic. "No, no sweetie. This is a 'life in a week experience,' you'll live the stages of a womans life, one each day of the week. Then you turn back to normal, and we go on in life." "Yoo shud haf aswked." "Well, you kinda DID give me permission. Sorry, I have to go before anyone gets suspicious. I'll see you soon. You look SO adorable by the way." She blows a kiss and is gone. I simply stand there in shock, astonished that she found a way to take me up on my passive remark. I gaze aimlessly for what seems like forever until suddenly something powerful hits me in the back of the head, I realise instantly it's the ball and turn about to hit Steve as hard as I can when suddenly my vision blurs as my eyes fill with tears. In seconds I'm on my knees and sobbing like....well, a little girl. Mommy comes running up and takes me in her arms, I don't know where all this emotion has come from as it didn't really hurt that much, but I find myself relieved that she has come to my aid so promptly. "Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay. Steven!! I've told you countless times to play nicely! she's your baby sister!" I wasn't a baby, I didn't want to be one, but I was so helpless right now, all I could do was cling tearfully to my protective mother. The day took forever to end, and involved three more assisted potty trips, which didn't get any less embarrassing. But being so young it didn't take ages for bedtime to arrive. My last sight was that of Mommy kissing me on the forehead and whispering "good night," as my vision dimmed. My last hope was to awaken in my own bed in my own body with my wife. I wake up next morning to find myself with far more strength in my arms and legs, thats a good start. My body seems to burst with energy from the moment I wake. I kick off the covers and spring to my feet, the room is still a little larger than I'd like it to be, bust at least I'm older now. I turn and look into the full-length mirror in my room, I seem to be the same girl but older....I think nine, pre- pubescent. Embarrassingly I'm a cute girl with what I suspect is a rather sweet smile, the kind who takes ballet lessons and can melt your heart with but a gesture; quality daughter material. My hair is of a similar style to previous (just below my ears) but it's neater and a little thicker. My "jamas are the button-up kind, which is better than what I had on before. I'm getting lost in the mirror when suddenly the door opens and I jump half a mile. Mom walks in, she's a little older, but looking really quite well. "Morning Billie. I wasn't expecting you to be up. Good girl." "Er....morning." Phew, at least I could speak correctly now, you have no idea how liberating that is. "Come on, you need to dress for school." "S-school?" I stammer. "Yes dear, it IS Monday." "Um, I'm feeling sick......Mom." "Really?" She raises an eyebrow "Really." "Where?" "Where?" "Is that a difficult question?" "It's....um....my....." "Well, if you can't remember you must be cured. Ten minutes missy, then breakfast." She leaves. She clearly had my number. Thing is, if this is someone elses life I'm stumbling into, the least I can do it try and act the part, I have no right to cause a disturbance in others lives. Easier said that done though, yesterday when I was 3; all I had to do was be there and not say anything overly intelligent, now however I had a personality to portray, guess I'd have to play it by ear. I turn to the pile of clothes laid out on my chair....a school uniform. Yuck. I strip off, my body feels oddly sexless at the moment, without my penis or any other part of me to make me feel that way I feel oddly.....I dunno, impotent maybe? Either way I dislike it greatly. I put on the panties and then pick up....a training bra? oh, just wonderful. I fiddle with the item for the next five minutes, but my arms won't seem to bend in the way I want them too and I leave it hanging on my shoulders, half-hooked, which seems okay. Next I put on the long white socks and shirt before pulling up my skirt (the worst part without question for damaging my masculine pride, Michelle will hear of this!) I brush my hair in front of the mirror and put on the scarlet headband I find on my dresser; this will do I think. I pull back the curtains and examine my room in the morning light; it's full of boyband posters and girly furniture, I wonder if Michelle had a say in all this. I go to the bathroom and lock the door. I stand over the toilet and instinctively lift my skirt to reach for my penis only to find that same smooth crotch as a cruel reminder that I'm no longer who I was. With a sigh I sit on the toilet and pee. It's different to before. When Mom sat me on the potty I had little choice, but to do this myself was just degrading ( I don't mean that as an insult to women, but to go from standing to sitting really hits your psyche hard ). Having finished I go downstairs to find Mom making breakfast. "Hi Billie, oh, whats wrong with your bra?" I don't think I've ever blushed more that I did at that moment, I don't know if it was the fact I was actually wearing one or the fact she'd said it outloud, but I'm certain I couldn't have been redder. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Come here sweetie, it's all...wonky." I walk over to her and she reaches up my back....just as my "brothers" walk downstairs, a little older, but still brats. "There, all done," she says adjusting it. "Heh, it's not like she needs one," says the older brother. "Sam, mind your own business," So thats his name, eh?. "Billie, Billie, she got no titties," he rhymed with a laugh. "Shut up you dick!" I bark at him. "Billie!! there will be no swearing from YOU young lady," said Mom. "But...." "I know he's teasing you, but let me deal with it." "Ok," I nod. How had I been degraded like this? Mom tells off Sam, but he still can't resist walking up behnd me as I eat my breakfast and giving my training bra a twang. It stings and I turn to take a swing at him but he's already out of range and out the front door. I sit irritably until there's a knock at the door, Mom answers. "Billie; Chrissy and Terri are here." "Who?" I ask. "Your friends, to walk to school with?" oh damn, not good. I take my bag and accept the kiss on my forehead from Mom before heading out. "Bye....Mom." Then I face Chrissy and Terri. Chrissy is a long-haired brunette who seems a little more developed than me, Terri is a freckled red-head. "Hi Billie," says Chrissy. "Um, hiya," I reply awkwardly, we set off for school. "How are things?" asks Chrissy. "Ah, my brother is being a dick," I say. "Yeah. mine bugs me too," says Terri "He's thirteen and just learned how to wank." I was shocked at hearing this terminology from such a young girl. "You shouldn't say stuff like that," I told her. "Oooh, who's being a goody-goody? we're both eleven, older than you. You're ten and not even into puberty." I was ten? out by a year then with my guess, but being talked down to by an eleven year old girl was humiliating. "Ok, chill out," I told her "It's just not lady-like" "Yeah, you might be right," conceded Terri. "I'm mature, I'm getting boobs," said Chrissy, "I'm the most developed in our year." "What about Madeline?" asked Terri. "She stuffs her bra. You can tell in gym class." I couldn't believe my ears; was this what girls of this age talked about? the modern world was a frightening place. It made me wonder about my own daughter, just how much had Michelle been able to guide her? I was starting to realise what Michelle had meant by me not understanding women....or at least girls. I sit in class bored out of my mind. If one thing hasn't changed about school it's the pointlessness of it all. The whole experience becomes a horrific throwback to my own time inside the walls of learning. The only plus side is that for a while I can forget about being a girl, until lunchtime that is.... I hurry to the toilets and burst inside, running to the urinal only to be reminded of my condition....which also means I'm in the wrong toilets. "Hey, bitch, get out!" yells a guy stood next to me. Red-faced I hurry out of the toilets and into the girls, it's another horrifically embarrasing situation that I'm not sure I'll ever live down. Once I'm done I step out of the toilets to see Chrissy getting hassled in the hall by some guy. I walk up. "C'mon, just you and me, whats the problem?" he asks. "The problem is that you gross me out, now get lost jerk," replies Chrissy who is clearly getting distressed. Something inside me clicks and I step in to defend the girl. "Hey, she's not interested," I tell him. "Go away girl," says the boy. "You don't even have tits, I'm not interested in you." "Billie, be careful," says Chrissy. I'm not concerned for myself, I'm pretty sure I can take this guy and square up to him, looking him in the eye. "Get.....lost," I tell him. "Yeah right," he laughs and shoves me hard. He's stronger than I thought (or maybe I'm weaker than I thought) and I stumble back, hitting my butt hard on the floor. "Owwwww!" I moan, feeling rather helpless. At this point a teacher rushes in and an embarrasing fuss is made over the guy "hitting," a girl, which embarrases me all the more. I spend the next half hour being constantly asked if I'm ok, to which I consistently reply with "yes thank you," Chrissy in particular feels bad but I reassure her. The horrific day finally over, I head home, Chrissy in tow. "I'm sooooo sorry about that," she says. "Hey, forget it, it was my fault." "But Billie, you were hurt." "Just my bum, c'mon Chrissy, it's getting embarrasing." "Ok, sorry. I just can't believe you stepped in....like a guy would really." "But I am a- I mean, well a guy wasn't stepping in, so I thought your best friend would have to do." "Aw, that's sweet," she says, giving me a peck on the cheek. The day finally over, I lay on my bed, wondering about my next age change. I thought about all the times I'd seen women arguing with guys, and how many of them must be set on behind closed doors, the thought made me shiver as I drifted slowly to sleep. I wake up, this time everything feels different right from the start. Firstly I'm not wearing pajama's; my legs are free and smooth, rubbing gently under the soft quilt. I'm clothed but my shoulders are bare, apart from a strap on either side, which can only mean; I'm wearing a nightie. I lower my covers to examine it further when a certain sight catches me so off-guard I curse aloud. "oh, fucking hell!! I've got tits!" And indeed I had. Two breasts bulging from under the top of my nightie; rather large breasts in fact. WAY too big for my liking; I couldn't even see my own feet. Startled, I jump off my bed and onto my feet, my unsupported boobs bouncing as I do, the feeling makes me mildly nausious. I look into the full-length mirror that was there however many years ago and see......a teenager, an older teenager; maybe seventeen, eighteen. I won't lie, I was getting incredibly attractive -sexy even. My legs were long and tapered gracefully into my well-shaped hips. Thankfully I was slim, which baffled me all the more when it came to understanding just how I had such enourmous boobs, I dared to lower my nightie just a little..and my boobs sprang out gently. They were incredibly firm, I poked my left nipple with my index finger. "Ow! shit!" I came to realise all too late just how long my nails were; very girly. I let my nightie drop to the floor to see my body in all it's glory.....I had pubes, that was the first thing I noticed (naturally), but they were not like a man's...they were fine and straight. I'd barely seen Michelle's as she'd always shaved, this was an odd sight to me. I strike a pose when suddenly the door is opened! instinctively I reach down to cover my crotch, forgetting entirely to cover my chest too. "Billie honey...oh!" "Mom!!! you should knock!!" "Sorry Billie, I didn't think you'd be up yet.....but I've seen it all before" "Not at this age you haven't!" "Oh, don't be embarrased, I've seen boobs before...though you need to remember that if you're going to cover yourself you need to cover that part of you too, you're not ten anymore!" "Thanks for the HINT!" I snarl. Mom giggles and leaves, she's looking very well for her age I note. I turn around and as previously I find my clothes set laid out for me.....there's an underwear set of white panties and a strapless bra, along with jeans and a yellow boob-tube. Containing my boobs in the bra is an awkward task, they bounce in and out as I fumble before I finally manage to wriggle it on, I note the label that reads: 36DD. Damn, these ARE big. I put on the rest of the outfit, feeling grateful I'm not in a skirt. I head on down to breakfast with one guy passing me on the stairs, he acknowledges me with a grunt and after a moment of staring idley at him I come to realise this must be my older brother Steve (his hair was darker than Sam's so it's an educated guess). "What day is it today?" I ask Mom. "It's Wednesday of course, and you can hardly forget a week off from school, can you?" "Er, just spaced out a little." "That's "cos your a blonde bimbo," says a voice behind me. I turn to see who must be Sam. "I'm dumb because of my hair color? That's hardly an intellegent analysis in itself," I say bitterly, wishing I were still a guy so I could punch his damn lights out. "Grow up Sam," say's Mom "You could claim to be smarter if you hadn't squandered your exams last year by going out when you should be studying." ."...whatever," he shrugs and wanders off. "At least eat some breakfast!" calls back Mom. "I'm gonna get some when I'm out!" he calls back. Mom sighs and turns to me. "Here's some advice for you Billie love, treasure what freedom you have now, because once your a Mom yourself, you'll wish you could have what you have now -freedom" "Mom.....are you....unhappy?" I ask, feeling some concern for this incredibly nice woman who's proven a rare spark of light in this chaotic week so far. Mom smiles. "Don't worry hon, you'll one day learn that love for your children can overcome any trial or tribulation." "You think I'm gonna be a Mom?! ew, like I'd let a guy put his thing in me," Feeling repulsed by men for the first time. "Oh, your so adorable and naive!" she giggles. "We'll see. In the meantime don't forget to be ready by seven o'clock" "Seven o'clock? what for?" "You haven't woken up yet have you? Remember? you're meeting Chrissy and Terri for a girly night out?" "I.......am?" "Don't pretend you haven't been looking forward to it" "Er....right." (Oh, heck). I spend the day pacing around the house, fretting about the nights events, I consider calling it off but then I realise this is probably part of what Michelle wants me to experience. I head out into the garden for a while, wondering if Michelle will make an appearance, but she never shows. I do wonder if this world is like an alternate reality that can be controlled, it would make the most sense and I'd certainly have to ask Michelle once this was all over. At 5:45pm I take a shower before heading into my room to prepare for the evening (I guessed it would take me a while). I search my wardrobe to find a set of clothes filed to one side; clearly this is specifically for the night. I find a sleeveless crimson top and a short black skirt, I put them on and decide I should add some opaque pantyhose for the sake of comfort. With still a little over an hour I sit at my dresser to get to work on my make-up. In truth I initially wasn't going to bother, but upon examining myself I appear a little plain, and I figure this will surely be picked up on and assessed as a "lack of effort." I keep to the bare minimum amount of mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow and blush. It's awkward and fiddly as the only experience I have is watching Michelle in the morning or before a night out. I curse a few more times and have to wipe it off to start again once or twice but ultimately produce a reasonable job (kinda looking like a wild-chick actually). Checking my watch I find I have little time for my hair so brush it through and add some hairspray; but my lack of expertese really only adds to the Wild-Chick look. I hear the front door and realise that Chrissy and Terri must be here. One hour later and I find myself in a darkened nightclub with a lot of flashing lights. What I never considered is that for footwear to match this outfit I'd need heeled shoes, and yup, just guess what I'm wearing. They hurt, I mean really hurt, I have no idea of how to walk in these things and the technique I've worked out puts a lot of pressure on my toes. I'm currently sat at a table with a drink whilst Chrissy and Terri dance with some guys they just met. They've reached teenhood nicely, Terri's red hair is cut short which suits her slim body and small breasts, whilst Chrissy has stunning curves and rich, curly hair (her chest is not quite up to my standard I embarrasingly add -looks like she got a head start at eleven but I ultimately trumped her). A real pain of being a woman is having to carry a damn handbag; what's the deal with that? As a guy I could easily keep my wallet in my back pocket and that's that, but handbags? well, looking in mine there's make-up, a purse, house keys, tampons (yuck),tissues, wipes, and condoms (ewwww!). Chrissy suddenly re-appears from the mass of bodies and sits down next to me, sweat dripping from her forehead. "Phew, this party is wild!" "Uh, yeah." "Come and dance Billie, don't be such a stiff." "I dunno." (leave me alone! please!) "There are some guys over there wanna meet you." "I don't....feel like it." "You don't?......oh..OH! sorry babes....didn't realise." "Huh?" "You got some things?" "Some what?" "Tampons" "Um.....y-yeah," (she thinks I'm having my period!?!? noooooo wayyyy!!!) "Ok, well take it easy." Chrissy returns to the insane group of dancers and I return to sipping my drink. After a while Chrissy and Terri decide to go find another club, I manage to duck out by playing on the excuse of my pretend period and I stand outside waiting for a cab. Half an hour later and I'm getting a little concerned; I called the taxi firm for a second time and they said it should have been here by now. It's getting frigging cold and in this skirt thats no laughing matter. What's worse is that the cold has spread through my body and my nipples are stiff and showing through my top. I've been catching sight of a guy for a while now, he seems to be just loitering, looking at me. I decide not to hang around and walk along the side of the street, thinking maybe I can catch a cab that's driving by. My heart beats faster as I realise he's following me, which is even worse as I hear my own heels clicking on the pavement loudly, making me feel exposed. "Hey babe, wait up!" he calls. I ignore him and try to hurry up, if only I could run in these bloody things!!. I turn a corner and stop to catch my breath, when suddenly he spins round and moves up against me, backing me into the wall. "Heyyyyy, wanted to go somewhere private eh?" His breath smells appalling, he's clearly drunk. "Please, go away I have to get home." "Let me take you babe, we share a cab maybe." My old defenses kick in and I deliver a punch hard into his face -at least I planned to, but what resulted was a rather effeminate slap, it's like my instincts have all changed. I'm not angry anymore, I'm just plain scared as he shoves his pelvis into mine, and I feel his hard bulge against my flat crotch. "P-please, l-leave me alone." I'm all too aware of how scared I must sound right now. "Heyyyyyy, don't be scared, we can have a good time together," he brushes the hair from my face which makes me realise just how much I'm sweating now, I feel faint. "Hey Billie, you okay?" it's a womans voice. The man looks startled and off-balance as he staggers off. I turn to see my savior........... "Michelle!!" I exclaim, and thrust myself into her arms, she senses my distress and hugs me tight. "I'm sorry that happened," explains Michelle as she drives me home. "I know, but at least you were there when it counted," I reply. "You're doing really well," she says "There won't be much more before this is all over." "Do you make these events happen?" I ask. "Not as such, I sort of....guide them...and intervene when neccesary." "I see." "Don't worry, that's as close as you'll come to being raped, I promise. I never expected that to happen." "It's ok, don't worry about it," I say, having regained my male composure I'm just glad I didn't cry. Michelle drops me off and I enter the house. I see Mom asleep on the couch so it seems she waited up out of concern. I don't want to wake her so place a blanket on her and head up. I enter the bathroom, getting quite desperate to pee, when suddenly a sight so shocking appears before me I nearly faint. It's Steve.....naked.......standing over the sink and clinging to his erection,stroking with his eyes closed. He's....masturbating. "Steve!" I squeal. "Billie!" he squalks, already ushering me out of the room. "What are you doing!?" I stammer. "Um...washing, now get out!!" "Don't be shy Stevie, there's not THAT much to see" he forces me out of the door and I explode into a fit of giggles. For being such a jerk to me, this is the sweetest revenge possible. I go to bed that night with a real smile on my face. I wake to an odd feeling; a feeling of being weighed down, like when your arm goes to sleep, only with my entire body. I'm not on my back which is also odd, I'm laying on my left side, staring at a wallpaper I'm not familiar with. I run my long-nailed fingers on the sheets, they are smooth and the bed is soft, rather like......a double bed? I feel a presence next to me and my heart races (please don't tell me I'm in bed with a man, PLEASE!!). I turn over, or at least try to but find I'm pinned down by this anonymous weight. Feeling frustrated I pull back the sheets to reveal myself -but quickly wish I hadn't! "Oh....oh no...this is....too much," I whisper breathlessly. Too much or not, it seemed fate didn't care, my belly was swollen and sticking out in front of me, either I'd developed a bizzare eating disorder later in life or I was very much pregnant. I place my trembling hand to my lips, wishing I could escape from my body, wishing I didn't have to be here, or be this way. "ohhhh, morning hon," groans a voice from behind me, and a muscular arm reaches over and strokes my belly, that simple gesture from a total stranger makes me feel quite violated. "Don't!" I moan, pulling his arm away, at which point I spy the wedding ring on his finger, and then the engagement and Wedding ring on my own. "Sorry babes, is your bladder all full?" what a question! I couldn't believe how forward he was being. "I'm....gonna use the bathroom," I say, but find myself struggling with the method in which to rise from my bed. "Here, lemmie help," he says, and gives my back enough support to get to my feet. The moment I stand upright I find myself arching my back for support, I ache all over and just to make this a truly hellish experience, I find my bladder being pushed on HARD, and I need to go so desperately I almost squeal. Without the slightest trace of dignity I waddle out onto the landing, searching frantically for the bathroom. I want to reach between my legs and grip my penis to buy me time, but apart from the fact I don't have one anymore, I'm not sure I can reach down to that area any more. I find the bathroom and waddle in, ever fearing I'm about to topple all the way over, but no sooner have I spied the toilet do I feel the warm liquid trickling down my legs from between my swollen thighs. "Oh nooooooooo, you stupid bitch!" I moan to myself, locking the door in humiliation. I peel off my nightwear and step into the shower; only now seeing my body in the full length mirror. The first thing that strikes me is my sheer size, I immediately feel an unjustified disgust at how big my belly is, and how swollen my other body parts are. And nothing seems to have gotten bigger than my boobs; they really are huge. I hear most women's breasts increase by two cup sizes during pregnancy, but mine seem more like three! I grip them gently in my small hands and feel their mass, their weight, it's kinda sexy and my puffy nipples stiffen, I stroke them with my thumbs but find they feel a little sore and it kinda kills the mood. I dry off and step back out in my gown, finally having worked out how best to walk in this condition, with my back arched and working out the best way to step. Having stepped back into the bedroom I see my "hubbie," has left and gone downstairs. Determined to find out his name I rummage through a drawer before finding a name badge I guess he uses for work. "Bruce Rogers," I read aloud, "guess that makes me "Mrs Billie Rogers." I search for clothes and find a maternity dress to be the best fit, I don't protest too much having worn skirts already but what really takes me aback is seeing I now wear a 38EE cup bra, perhaps now you can get enough of a mental image to understand my shock at my dramatic boob growth. Once dressed I head downstairs, surveying the house around me; it's a big house, Bruce must really be in the money, assuming I don't have a job and am just on maternity leave. I walk into the kitchen to see him there, making breakfast. "Hi gorgeous!" he says, and kisses my cheek. "Um, hi...Bruce," I murmur. Bruce reaches his arms round me and squeezes my bum tightly, I couldn't see my bum in the mirror but it definitely feels larger than it used to. "Mmm, love that ass!" he smiles. "Well leave it alone then," I protest, not wanting to be touched everywhere. "Ok, sorry. Sit down, I made you some breakfast" "Oh, thanks," I say, surprised. "Don't be so surprised, I'm hardly gonna let my pregnant wife chase around after me, no, it's my turn to look after you." I feel a little patronised, but accept his generosity. During the meal I decide to poke around a little. "Bruce, how many years have we been married?" "Three years in a months time, why?" "Just wondered. So how old am I?" "Heh, I get it, your testing me. Your 24." "And you?" "Is that a part of the test? 25." "Ok, just checking," I sip at my coffee. "You off to work?" "On a Thursday? day off remember?" "Of course, sorry." "It's ok, the hormones must be playing tricks." I was grateful for the excuse of hormones, but not to the point I wanted to be patronised by this man. "Don't talk down to me." "Sorry, didn't mean to." "But you still don't see what you did wrong, do you?" "Well, um." "Exactly, a typical man approach!" I put my hand to my mouth, realising I sounded like Michelle. I was becoming my wife! That afternoon and Bruce heads out to pick up some shopping, he asks if I want to come along but I play on the excuse of fatigue, which wasn't really a lie. I take some time to just pace around the house; seeing what's changed and popping into the bathroom relentlessly to empty my bladder. It's not until I'm washing my hands at the sink that I notice for the first time a change that has gone previously unnoticed - I don't have an Adam's apple. It was something I was aware of as a difference between the sexes, but it just didn't really occur to me that I would have lost mine; I spend a little time deepening my voice as low as I can just for fun, to experiment with the difference, but I really just sound like a pre-pubescent boy posing as a man. A little embarrassed with myself I head back downstairs.....only to return to the bathroom half an our later (must stop drinking so much tea!!!). I'm just coming down the stairs from the bathroom for the third time that hour when the door bell rings. With an anxiety I approach the door, fearing who could ever possibly be on the other side. It need not be a threat, it could be Mom or one of my brothers, even a salesman, but in this form I couldn't help but feel terribly vulnerable. With one hand cradling my belly, I unlock the door... "Billiieeeee!!! Look at youu!!!!!" squeals Chrissy, charging forwards to hug me. I'm so relieved I squeal back in response. "Chrissy!! oh I am SO glad to see you!!" and I really was. I make us two coffees and we sit down on the sofa, I can't help but check Chrissy out. "Look at you, you looks stunning! such a woman!" I declare enthusiastically. "Oh, I'd rather look like you, all ready to be Mommy!" giggled Chrissy. "Um, yeah," I mutter, sipping my coffee and turning my eyes away in another direction. "So, how've you been? feels like....years" "Oh, only two months, but Spain is so beautiful, and they have SUCH beaches, I've really landed right with Leon," Leon? I'd guess some mega-rich boyfriend she'd acquired along those past few years, which reminded me.... "Have you heard from Terri lately?" I ask her. "Last I heard she'd just moved in with Frankie." "Hmm, looks like we all have men at the moment." "Are you making fun?!" giggled Chrissy. "Huh? why?" "Frankie isn't the stereotype lesbian you know, she's quite feminine, if anything it's Terri that's getting all tomboy" Frankie's.....a girl?.....D'oh! Frankie was also short for Francesca, of course! I almost slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand. "So, how are you feeling?....about things?" asked Chrissy seriously with a nod to my bump. "Um...fine, y'know. How's work?" I whisper, tracing my index finger around the rim of my cup. "Billie....." she says, leaning over and placing her hand on mine. It was all it took, just that and the thoughts that had been stirring around inside of me as I tried to dodge left and right, I'd wanted to avoid this, I'd been telling myself to just get to the next day and there would be a whole new scenario- but it was too late now, it was going to happen...... I felt my hands tremble, forcing me to place my cup down on the coffee table. Then I feel my bottom lip quiver and put my hands to my mouth, then the tears start trickling down my cheeks. "Oh babes, no!" says Chrissy in sympathetic despair. I feel her arms coming around me and I move into her, sobbing woefully on her chest. I shake and cry for some time, blurting out random things that don't make any real sense to me, it's just like spilling over. After Chrissy has settled me down she hands me a tissue which I take gratefully and dab my eyes. "Nothing like a good cry eh?" she says with a smile. "I guess so," I sniff, feeling so ashamed at having let myself fall apart in front of her. It had been different than crying when I was a little girl, this was deeper and somehow made less sense. "Are things really that bad? Bruce seems such a nice guy, and look at all you have right now; a nice house, security, a firm marriage, a child on the way......and a totally wicked, sweet and sympathetic best friend," she says with a cheeky smirk. "It's not bad really Chris, and I know this will pass but..." "Relax, say no more, I know what hormones can do, I remember my Mom with my kid sister, nothing brought us closer than when she broke into tears for no reason whatsoever" "Strange..." "I know, but I've no complaints" "I just wish......I wasn't being constantly assessed and judged on my condition, I'm still and adult, a grown......woman." "I know babes, but just remember that those people that are assessing and judging you are the ones that love you and don't want you to be hurt" "I know, thanks Chrissy, your a......true friend" "Hey, we DID swear to be friends forever, right?" "Right." I take an early bath that night and lay in bed feeling grateful to have the weight off my feet, and also grateful to Chrissy, who really held me together back there. I feel Bruce moving his arm over me to hold me, he's whispering something loving in my ear, but my fatigue is just too great and I feel myself slipping under in his arms. The wailing is like a siren, it cuts through my ears like a knife. But it's not just a noise that irritates me, it's a noise that alarms me to the very core, it disturbs me in a way I've never felt. I open my eyes and find myself in the same room as on Thursday; I lean over to look wearily into the corner and see a baby's crib, from which the wailing is emitting. Finding myself no longer hindered by pregnancy, I spring off the bed and rush to the baby's aid, I peer over the crib and see a baby boy staring up at me, clearly calmed to see his Mother. "Shhhh, shush, shush, shush darling," I hum, picking him up and cradling him in my arms. I understand immediately the feeling I felt when that siren shook me to my very core; it was the feeling of a mother hearing her child in distress. What a wake-up call. I feel groggy, so very dazed and quite sick, maybe I'm suffering from lack of sleep. I look down into the child's eyes, I guess this was the little guy I was carrying around inside of me before..... "Morning Mom!!! heyyy!!! Baby Cody's awake!! cool!!" yells a girl aged about ten in her pajama's as she bursts into the room. She called me Mom? but...that would mean..... In horror I turn to the mirror and see a woman in her mid-thirties looking VERY tired and weary. "Oh no," I mutter. This girl must have been the baby I was pregnant with on Thursday, which means about a decade has passed and I'm a Mom of two?! "Morning Mommy!" says a boy about half the age of the girl, walking in with a bear. "Th-three?! I have three?!" I stammer aloud. Bruce wakes up, he's naturally older but looks well for it. "Hello Jane, hello Liam!" he says to the children. "Daddy!!" they cheer and rush over to his bedside. Jane, Liam and Cody? Suddenly I've never felt so overwhelmed and think for a moment I might faint. Then Cody starts crying again. "Uh-oh! looks like Baby wants feeding. Why don't we let your Mom do her thing?" says Bruce, already leading them out. "My.....thing?" I ask him despairingly. "Feed him hon," he says with an ironic laugh. "Um, where's his bottle?" I ask. "Cute," laughs Bruce "since when have you needed bottles for your kids? you've got all the equipment you need...." he closes the door and horror descends on me. He wants me to.....breast-feed? Searching my body I find I'm a little........'curvier' than before but am mostly back to a normal shape, except for my breasts which are just as swollen as I remember when I was pregnant; aching and all full of milk. I see the child's mouth reaching for my chest and I slowly lower the straps of my nightdress to reveal my huge, milky boobs, my nipples look really sore. I lift Cody's head to my nipple and feel him clamp on, I'm actually surprised a little by the pain and understand why it took Michelle so long to adapt with our own first child. I sit back and feel the gentle suction as I feed my child with my own body, I notice my other nipple stiffening with the sensation and I curl my toes up tightly on the carpet, feeling an agonising blend of pleasure and pain. Once he finishes I remember the standard procedure and lift him onto me to pat his back and burp him. I pull the straps off my nightdress back on just as the door opens and Bruce walks in. "Hey, all done?" he asks. "Yup," I nod, wondering why I still feel so groggy. "Here, let me take him," say's Bruce "You take a nice shower and then I'll take the kids to school whilst you watch over Cody." "Ok, thanks Bruce." "It's what I'm here for," he says smiling and bending over to kiss me. I feel obliged and purse my lips to let him peck me (first kiss from a man, gross!) I feel his stubble prickle my softer, more sensitive skin. I head to the bathroom and use the toilet first, only to unveil a horror I'd completely forgotten to expect as a woman. "My period.....it's my period," I mutter aloud. "It can't be my period, I don't WANT it to be my period," And yet there it was with all evidence there to see. I step into the shower and scrub my body hard all over, suddenly feeling incredibly "dirty," for some reason, which would be odd for a real woman in her thirties, but for me this was like a pre-pubescent girl of about 11 having her first, and alarm bells were belting out from the church towers. Whilst in the shower I note the condition on my body; it's just far less impressive than before, and not just because of a few years being added on, but because this body has carried and given birth to three children (assuming there weren't more waiting to pounce on me from the far corners of the house), my tummy in particular bothers me, it's just sort of saggy and not the firm board it was before, which feels so unfair, I mean why should I suffer just for bringing new life into the world? It's what I was here for wasn't it? Genetically anyway. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, I search the cupboards for some kind of "period-aid', I find a box of tampons and after reading the instructions squat with absolutely no dignity and slide it inside me, which feels intrusive and horrid but not so bad once I stand upright. I walk back into my room and put on underwear and then a blouse. I attempt next to put on a pair of jeans only to find I can't quite fit them on; after wrestling on the bed with them for a further five minutes I concede defeat and opt for a skirt and a pair of tights instead, suddenly feeling incredibly fat. I sit at my dresser and get to work on my hair and make-up, but then disaster strikes and I spot what I think are wrinkles appearing under my eyes, and then instinct takes over and I panic manically whilst applying ridiculous amounts of make-up to cover them up. "Billie! We need to go, are you done yet?!" says Bruce bursting in. "What? I need to sort myself out!" I protest. "No-one's going to see you inside the house, only Cody, don't fret so much, you look fine anyway, more than fine" "Easy for you to say, your bum isn't a miniature bouncy castle" "Don't over-exaggerate woman! I need to get the kids to school and then get to work. Here, take baby," and he hands me Cody before hurrying off to get the kids to school. "Love you!!" he calls back. It's about eleven and I've managed to get Cody to sleep. I was going to do some housework but dare not risk the Hoover and don't want to take my eyes off him for too long whilst he's asleep. Instead I take him outside in his chair and sit at the patio table with him besides me. My period is driving me crazy, I feel so irritable and yet I have to keep it suppressed because it wouldn't be fair to take it out on my son. I've taken some tablets that are suppose to assist with period pains but they've proven little help so far, that is unless it's just a far bigger deal to me with this being my first time and all. "Awwww, cute baby!" I know who it is from the voice, but I'm still a little surprised when I see her hanging over the garden hedge. "Michelle....." I say aloud, and go over to let her in via the back gate. We sit down on the bench. "I'm surprised to see you," I say. "Why? You know I keep checking in on you. I mean I don't have to, I can see everything you do, but this is for moral support." "You can see...everything?" "Yup. I saw you putting in your tampon, I saw you crying with Chrissy, I saw you putting your make-up on for your night out, even the breastfeeding." "You enjoying yourself then?" I ask angrily. "Oh hon, it's just to take care of you, and you DID agree to this experience." "One way or the other......." "Look, it'll be over soon, and I really DO appreciate what you're going through." "You'd better do. I have period pains, I feel fat, I'm worn out, my nipples are sore and I feel ready to blow" "Heh, been through it all babes," says Michelle, stroking my cheek. "In fact your still 3 years younger than me" "Really?" "It's not hard to work out silly." "I've had other things on my mind." "Yeah sorry about that." "Forget it, we can talk about it once I'm back to normal." "Sure. I promise. Oh, by the way, you'll need to pick up the kids from school." "What?" "Well, Bruce is at work isn't he? Therefore Mommy has to go do the job." "Your getting a slight kick out of this aren't you?" "Who? Me?" "Don't deny it." "Ok, maaaaaybe just a little bit." "I knew it." "But there is a serious undertone." "I know. I know." It's four o'clock and I've successfully picked up the kids from school (it was programmed into the sat-nav. This magic-curse thing is really well thought out as far as my cover goes). But admittedly I'm sat on the sofa hugging my knees in a bit of a sulk. Everything about my body is 100% female, no matter what my age, but then there are certain mental traits that kick in too, just to make me truly understand the female perspective. These have been noticeable at certain points in my "female life," so far, for example; my inability to speak correctly as a young girl, my emotions as a young girl, my woman-like fear at being followed home at night when I was a teenager, and my hormones as a pregnant woman. However, there was still one trick to be played by the magic-curse, and that was one that affected my driving ability. I'd never experienced anything like it, I'd been outside the school trying for 10 minutes just to park the bloody car, and then a further five minutes trying to park it in the drive back home, I could even see a couple of teenage boys looking on and mocking my predicament. I'm not saying women can't drive etc, but it's been said that there is a superiority of men for hand-eye co-ordination, and this is reflected in things such as car parking, but I was not best pleased about finding out the truth in this way. Cody starts to stir and I realise it's time for his latest feed, much to the fear of my aching breasts. I sit him on my lap and unbutton my blouse before lowering my bra and letting his mouth find my nipple (*clamp* ouchie!). I'm feeding away when suddenly I hear footsteps on the stairs and down walks Jane. "Hi Mom, ooh, are you feeding Cody?" I blush so red I almost get a nose-bleed. "Um, yes, Jane hon, you shouldn't really be watching this." "Mom, when I grow up, I'll get boobies, right?" "Um, yes hon, that's the idea." (go AWAY!! Stop looking at me you nosey girl!!!!) "Will they be as big as yours?" she asks curiously. "Wh-what?" (she's asking ME?!) "Well, I just wondered. I'd like them to be big is all." "Um, you'll have to wait and see Jane, but don't worry about it, it's not time yet. Now please go to your room," (Before I THROW something at you!!) "Ok Mom!" and she skips off. Later that day, Bruce comes home to find I'd embarrassingly forgotten to cook. Fortunately he takes it well and orders a take-away for us all. The evening trails away with the kids being taken to bed and we chat the night away with idle gossip (mainly about people I've never even met) until about eleven pm when we go to bed only to then begin the agonising process of repeatedly trying to get Cody to sleep as he wakes time and time again. I still have no idea of what time I actually managed to get to sleep in the end. The sixth awakening. There's no screaming, no weight in my belly and no pink curtains, that's a very good start. I climb out of bed and stand to look around; it seems to be the same bedroom but we've clearly redecorated. I feel a sudden urge to go to the toilet and hurry across the hall to the bathroom. As I walk along I notice no sign of the kids, not any sound of them, guess it must still be early. I step into the bathroom and lock the door behind me -then nearly squeal at the sight awaiting me in the mirror..... I'm older........'mature' as it were, I must be in my mid-fifties. I stand and gawp with my hands to my mouth, clearly crying with shock. This is like......a twenty-year time jump, this was horrible. Standing stunned I peel off my nightdress and let it fall to the floor, leaving myself naked. The first thing to stroke me is the lack of firmness to my flesh, most of the tightness I previously enjoyed is gone, and there are notable wrinkles around my eyes and on my hands. My hair is still rich, colourful and thick, but I suspect I've started dying it as the color clearly can't be natural, and my lips are far less plump and juicy than previous. My breasts are the worst part; clearly having suffered for my bearing of children and increasing age they look......deflated; my nipples are still quite dark and pointy but they look as if they've been drained or something.....they just......sag. I suddenly remember my need to use the bathroom but as if my body seeks to remind me as well, I dribble just a little between my thighs. Great, just great, so I have bladder weakness too!? I'm instantly reminded of the commercials for pads for women of my age, who suffer minor accidents, apparently women are much more prone to these things. After dashing to sit on the toilet I take a much-needed shower, certainly not enjoying the exploring of my new body. Having washed and dried I walk back into our bedroom whilst draped in a towel, I see Bruce is already up. "Hi Gorgeous," he says with a smile (he's aged REALLY well, getting to that "George Clooney," stage) "Um, hi Bruce." My voice is different, which shocks me but it shouldn't, it's kind of husky I guess. "Saturday, finally a day off, huh?" "I guess. Any plans?" "Well, I guess we'd best prepare for Leon and Chrissy." (Wow, they went the distance in the end, huh?) "Oh, are they coming over?" "Heh, you arranged it, remember?" "Oh, right, forgetting which week it was," I say toying idly with my hair. "C'mere," he says and suddenly pulls me forwards by the waist and kisses me on the lips, I make a pretence of not resisting (well, at least he's greying instead of balding). Leon and Chrissy come over, Leon is the intelligent-looking type who seems to have quite a bit of cash in his back-pocket, then again I did get a pretty good clue with that trip to Spain twenty years ago. The afternoon passes quite pleasantly, with my cooking actually going down quite well. It seems that's the latest trick I've picked up as Billie Rogers. Chrissy and I actually get to sit down on the sofa with a glass of wine each whilst our husbands have a banter about Baseball or something. "You look incredible," I tell Chrissy speaking honestly. "Oh, this is all plastic," she says with a smirk. "Not ALL of it, surely?" "Well, you know I had a boob job." In truth I did wonder. "But they look amazing Chris, so full and firm." "I'd rather have a natural pair like yours." "These? Why?" "They look so great for your age." "Huh, this is a supportive bra. I sag. Take this off and their practically on the floor," Chrissy giggles. "Billie, do you ever get lonely in this house?" "Why do you ask Chris?" "Well, when Bruce is out at work you must be all alone. With the kids having left home and all." "To be honest, I'm kind of in a daze of late Chrissy," I reply with an honesty that I found quite real. "That's never a good thing Billie. You need to talk to people. If you feel detached from your husband and kids, try your Mom. She's always been understanding." "Mom........you know Chrissy, that's not such a bad idea......" I stand outside on the balcony an hour after Leon and Chrissy have left. I scroll through my phone and find "Mom". Then I dial..... "Hello Billie, are you well?" she sounds so different, so much older, it's quite a shock and for a moment I'm off balance. But I recognise the tone in her voice and that reassures me somewhat. "I'm fine Mom, how are you?" "Oh you know, same old same old....emphasis on the old!! Heh, Heh!" "C'mon Mom, your not so old....." "I certainly feel it dear. So come on, why have you called?" "What?! It's just a call Mom...." "Billie Rogers, I can read you as easily as I can a book, now come on....." "I'm....feeling a little lost." "Oh? And why's that?" And from there, off I went. I trusted this woman, more so than I ever realised, she was the steady column from which I could lean against and know everything wouldn't come crashing around my head. So I stand on the balcony for about an hour in the warm summer night air, with just my nightgown on, chatting away when Mom decides to thrust forward some advice. "Listen hon, this is going to end with you needing a hug." "It is?" "Yes, and I'm not in the vicinity, but who IS in the vicinity is that wonderful husband of yours. And I'm sure he'd like nothing more than for you to confide in him" "Bruce? Are you sure Mom?" "Look up Billie, do you see it?" "It's....a full moon." "Yes, a symbol of raw passion and love. So go to him now and lay everything out before him. Body, mind and soul." "Mom, guy's can't communicate in the same way as a-" "Trust me. I love you," and like that she hangs up. I stand idle on the balcony for a moment before pacing towards the bedroom. I'm not even sure I want to do this, or how it will pan out, but I trust Mom so I walk in to see Bruce who's standing at the closet. "Billie? Are you alright?" I don't even need to say it, he see's into me and can tell. "I....need to talk....to you." "Okay...." he says. I start to speak, but before I can even utter a word, emotion spills out from within me and tears are flowing down my cheeks, Bruce moves in to hold me onto his bare chest. And like my tears; words spill out from within me. "I'm so scared Bruce, I'm becoming detached from everything, everyone's drifting and becoming a stranger. And I feel so drained, I look into the mirror and see a woman's who's missed everything. Who is nothing without her youth, the days have passed and now I have only one day, just one left and I'm scared, because I don't want to be an old woman, I just don't-" I choke off and he holds me close, near squeezing me as I cling to him. Bruce lowers his head to my ear and whispers.... "You are a beautiful woman, and when I say beautiful I mean wholly. Now just someone who's slapped some make-up on, or had the latest plastic surgery, I'm talking a beauty that starts from the inside and seeps out onto your outer being. This is just one life Billie, there can be many more awaiting those that are worthy." He doesn't need to go on; he has me. His moving lips move closer and closer to mine until they are locked, I flinch at first, but then allow myself to melt into him, and let his arms circle me and take my weight. This wasn't like kissing Michelle, it wasn't like taking control and commanding the process, this was submitting, this was letting someone love you, and it felt magnificent. We kiss and let our hands explore each other until Bruce pulls me nearer and I feel his hardness pressed against my crotch from behind his shorts. My own body reacts and I feel a teasing wetness down there that causes me to bite my bottom lip shyly. Bruce is staring into my eyes and he reads me from that alone; he lifts the straps of my nightgown and lets it fall to the floor; exposing me and leaving me in only my panties. For a moment I feel ashamed as my sagging breasts are revealed, but then he takes them in his strong, firm hands and looks at them as if they were lost treasures. He lowers his head and sucks gently on my nipples simultaneously, the pleasure throws me off balance and I whine loudly whilst clawing the back of his neck with my long nails, my neck coiled tight as I tilt my head back. He pleasures me for what seems an infinite amount of time until I'm so wet I'm visibly soaked through my underwear, Bruce takes his cue and lays me down on the bed; lowering my soaked panties as he does; revealing me to the world. I stare back red-faced as he looks down on me with my parted thighs; I'm so vulnerable and yet I long to be more so. I get up onto my knees on the bed and pull down his shorts, his firm erection springing free so wildly that I feel a shudder between my legs and almost lose control of my entire body - Bruce see's this and moves over me; laying me onto my back with no opportunity to resist. Our eyes lock and he silently asks for permission to enter me; it is already given. He parts my thighs and slides DEEP into me, I moan loudly and