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Gender-Wave: Tender Youth Sometimes life throws you a curve ball that forces you to re-shape your entire life. Most people consider that huge wall of energy that changed the sex of every single person on the planet their ultimate curve ball. Too be honest my life's great curve came directly from the gender-wave, but not in the same manner as everyone else. My big sister has built a college fund for her children with her book. Not that I am mad at her for it. She wrote a journal that spoke to so many people that it couldn't help being successful. But, because of that book I've always been known as the little sister of the author, rather than someone in my own right. She told her story, and so I am going to tell mine. I don't write as many details as she might have, and my ideas are overarching. No matter whether or not it becomes famous or not, it needs to be told as much as hers. Remember when you read it though, that I am Sarah, a woman of her own mind. I am beyond just someone's baby sister. The radio was blaring as I dribbled the ball. My face set into firm lines as I looked at my opponent. I was 15 years old, and I was thinking about my next birthday to come as I moved from side to side. The radio kept switching to the news. It was very distracting. To be honest we would have been listening from something else, but we'd only been able to find one of my brother's older radios. I'd joined my high-school basketball team in order to talk to girls. I was a normal teenage boy who considered girls as something I wanted to learn more about. Despite being popular I never did understand girls too well. Not that it's a family tradition to understand girls. I quickly turned, doing a slight twist as I slid past my opponent. We were both on the team, and I liked to practice on the school's outside court as I spun around; taking a shot. The ball bounced, and then fell out. My swearing was filled with vitriol as I growled at the radio. It had switched to the news again, getting me off my rhythm. "Should we be practicing?" my friend asked as I turned to him. He went from one foot to the other as I rubbed the back of my neck. He obviously wasn't comfortable with the information that was coming out of the radio. Neither of us could honestly believe what we were hearing. Our TV wasn't working, and so I was unable to watch the transformation as the wave hit a reporter and their sex changed. I knew about the event beforehand, but couldn't see it. So, I remained doubtful. A part of me wanted to return home, while the other part wanted to keep myself occupied. Obviously my partner wanted to be with his parents when the event occurred. I wasn't going to hold that against him. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I waved my hand. He grabbed all of his stuff, as he started on his way home. And there I was stuck with nothing to do. Listening to the radio wasn't an option as there was very little music coming from it. Everyone had an opinion about the wave and people aren't exactly rational in such situations. So, instead I made my way home. It felt rather awkward as people were either out of their homes looking for the wave that was hours from arriving or they were shut inside of their homes without doing anything other than spending time with their families. Mother was always a stickler for staying at work when she was needed and so if I returned home it would be to an empty house. I stopped, looking around. I might as well get something to eat before I headed home. I was nearly at my front door when I made sure that I turned back. The food was inexpensive and probably not too good for me. I was eating tacos, something I enjoyed a lot back then when Lara entered the building. I didn't know her too well beyond the little time we'd spent together on the track team. My eyes shifted away from her as I tried to think about whether homework would be due with this little incident. The next thing I knew Lara was sitting next to me in the booth, her body right next to mine. "Hey," she said as I looked at her. "Uh hey," I returned as she just kept staring at me. I didn't know her well enough to say much else as she started to turn red. I was kinda curious about what she might want to talk about or why she was pressing herself so close to me. Not that as a teenage boy I minded her sitting so close. "Want to go over my place?" she asked as I just stared at her, taking another bite of my food. "Why?" I asked as her face turned a deeper red color. I was curious about that as she let out a little sigh. "Look you know all this chaos on the news right?" she asked me as I nodded my head. I didn't really believe it to be honest. But, then if others did you never knew what the truth was because they'd all say something different about it. "Well I am going to give you an offer." I stared at her without realizing what she might offer. She pouted as I didn't respond to her. To be honest I probably would have been slapped if I ever guessed what she was going to say. Her face went right next to my ear, making me blush myself a little. "Look I don't want to spend this whole time sulking, so my parents aren't home. I want to at least have fun as a woman before I change," she said. Now I checked for cameras to make sure this wasn't some joke. A girl offering that kind of thing isn't normal. Or at least I didn't think it was normal. Maybe it is in other parts of the world. For a split second I showed control. After all how can someone give up the chance for free sex? Especially at my age. So, after that second thought I nodded, finishing my food and cleaning my mouth. "Great," she said with a smile as she offered her hand. I followed after her. I didn't own a car, but Lara did as she made me sit in the passenger seat. It felt rather strange, and to be honest this was my first time going all the way. I felt a little nervous, her mouth covering mine in a seductive kiss before we even got there. I felt rather nervous, and to be honest I prefer to keep my first time with a girl to myself. That was something that we shared with wild abandon, and I enjoyed being able to use my manhood for once. She did seem a little experienced though, so I made sure to wear a condom. Both of us were panting for air as we lay on her bed. Her face was flush, her body glistening as I ran a finger across her stomach. Everything felt rather nice as I yawned. I did feel a little worn out after that, and I knew that my mother would worry. But, I wanted to stay. It felt nice to be with her. I stayed right next to her before I rolled a little bit. "You've done this before haven't you?" I accused in jest as I grinned. She turned red, looking away from me as I suddenly felt her eyes looking at something else. I felt a little light headed, my body tingling as I rolled a little forward. My head ached a as I felt a strange tingling on my shoulders. I lifted myself up, feeling something strange between my legs. My hand flew to my crotch. I felt a strange goop that trailed down my thighs as I looked towards Lara. His body was athletic, though not too muscular as this large beast lay between his legs. My thighs hurt, as I kept staring at it. More of that goop lay on his stomach, a condom oozing it out onto his thigh. "Eww," I said, my voice sounding higher, more like my sisters. It seemed easy to figure out what might have happened. "We switched, though it seems that when I buy them they aren't as sturdy," he said as I looked away from him for a second. My insides felt strange, and everything felt wrong. I'd gone through puberty one way, for the entire event to be switched on me. It was a little disconcerting. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked as I held my legs together, trying not to move or I'd get it on the sheets. I waddled to the bathroom as I took a deep breath, passing by the mirror. Inside of the mirror I was obviously naked. The girl in the reflection wasn't gifted when it came to her breasts, her little A cups bouncing as I took a deep breath. Her butt was at least nice and perfectly round. And she was a little shorter than my old body. I glared at her, her light gray eyes glaring right back at me. I sighed again as I went to get rid of what the boy had expelled into me. I grumbled, and complained with every movement. The shower felt rather nice against my new smooth skin, letting out a little sigh of contentment once I was sure I'd gotten rid of all the sweat and earlier effects of our love making that I didn't even enjoy as a woman. I felt strange about that. We both grabbed our wallets from our bags to learn who we were. He looked at his. "So Thomas huh?" He said with a voice that would have made most girls melt. I felt like I should feel honored for being with him, but then I just didn't care. Was something wrong with me? I decided to ignore it. "Sarah," I said to myself, that voice sounding really interesting. I twisted my mouth into discomfort as I heard my own voice. I hated to hear it. I hated the feel of the soft panties on my legs, and the way my butt filled them. My bra was even worse. "Can....can you help me?" I asked Thomas as he chuckled. I could feel my face heat as I held my arms out to have my bra put on. His hands were a little warm as he pushed my new breasts into my bra. I was going to have to learn how to do that on my own. Asking random boys wasn't going to work. I wish I could say that we discovered that we really loved eachother. That I was someone who would love him for all time. But, I didn't. I didn't even feel any sexual gratification with looking at that thick member. All I could feel was how sore my thighs felt after our coupling. At least Thomas made sure to drive me home, though I wouldn't see him again for awhile. Mo...Dad was waiting for me at the front door. His lack of hair made me smile as I knew that I was going to escape that. My long hair went down to the back of my spine, and I had to pull it into a ponytail, though I thought that I was going to get a haircut anyways. "Where were you?" He asked as I looked at him. "Nowhere M...dad," I stuttered a little as she just held a hand out to look at me. "Well at least you made a good looking girl," His voice was gravely as I frowned. "And why wouldn't I be?" she smirked. "Cause I know your father will make a really ugly one." That made me frown, not that I bothered with it or even checked. My new mother was someone I didn't pay attention to at all. I will say that the first time you have to sit down to pee can be a big problem. To be honest unlike some people who were horrified by their bodies or were happy, I was kind of neutral. I didn't want to notice that I was a girl. To be honest I felt good that I had small breasts because I didn't have to worry about them getting in the way over and over again. Not that they didn't weigh anything, no a girl who says her small breasts don't weigh a thing is lying. I jogged a lot, preparing to play basketball again. After all the season would be arriving soon, and I was trying to practice as much as possible. I had noticed that my nipples were getting darker, my breasts sore as I had to wear a very soft bra when I exercised rather than my sports bra. It seemed that the clothing of my female persona had stuck with masculine clothes as well. And she went through girls' basketball and the track team like myself. It didn't feel like she was too foreign. I walked to school, jogging from time to time. One day, a month or so after the Genderwave arrived; I had felt a little strange. My head ached as I rubbed my temples. Despite feeling odd I still walked to school that day. As I went further I felt a strange little rumble in my stomach. I stopped, leaning my hand against one of the walls that divided a sub division from my own. I held myself up, feeling it get worse. The bile rose up my throat as I heaved my stomach onto the ground. Vomiting, I felt even worse. My body shook, sliding down near the ground as I threw up my breakfast. Everything shook as tears were slowly running down my cheeks. "Mu...must have eaten something wrong," I said as I stood up on shaky legs. I had to go to school today. There was a home game and I had to play my position. I couldn't disappoint my teammates. After all unlike football players, we female basketball players don't have to be ditzy cheerleaders. We can still play the game we trained for. I think it's a wonderful time for basketball. Females who were once male want to prove that they still have what it takes to play basketball in an interesting manner. They learn the basics all over again and also use the flair. At the same time the males who used to be female now spend their time learning flare while using their knowledge of the basics. It's made some excellent games in the professional and amateur circuit. The dizziness didn't leave me during school, and to be honest it worried me a little bit. The constant bathroom breaks were also getting to me, but I knew I had been hydrating a lot, and so I didn't think about it as something that odd. Instead, I kept myself psyched for my game. All of us made sure that we were going to do our best. None of us wanted our female team to be accused of being boring. Even though we were shorter, and many of us had longer hair, we were going to keep it fast paced. When you have something to prove, you often take stupid chances. I wasn't any different as I aimed myself to push a shot that I didn't have to. It meant that I had reach a little too high, and the person blocking my shot got a little too close. We both landed in a heap. Her words weren't encouraging as she swore when we both smacked into the floor. I felt a hot iron pain rush into my arm as I laid on the cold floor of the court. My hand reached out to support myself. The other arm didn't want to hold me as I suddenly went crashing back onto the floor. My eyes watered as I knew that I wasn't going to be able to continue the game. This felt horrible, how could I injure myself so early in the season; stupid. Thankfully Dad wasn't there to see me, my arm held close to my chest as I felt the pain shooting up my hand. They were going to make sure that I went to the doctor to get it taken care of. I could tell that I had damaged it badly. I'd hurt myself before in such attempts, and I knew when I'd fractured an arm. I didn't need the doctor taking care of my arm to tell me about it. To be honest I expected the entire check-up to be normal. The teachers had sent me to the local doctor to take a better look at my arm. Her lovely face made me blush as she checked my arm. I gasped in pain when she moved it, though I tried my best to be strong. She smiled at that, knowing about us former teenage boys, and making sure that I would visit a hospital afterwards. I promised, having a temporary wrap as she noticed something. "Are you alright?" she asked me, confusing me. "Uhh I injured my arm," I said with a dry wit. "No, you are sweating a lot. And you are kind of weaving," she said. I hadn't noticed that my head had been spinning, or that I'd gone pale. I worried her as she wondered if I hadn't damaged something. My eyes stung as she started to check my pupils. "Have you had any symptoms recently? Out of place ones," she asked as I tried to think. "I threw up this morning," I said as she wondered if that was odd. That's when she started to dig into my life. She forced me to admit to my tender breasts, peeing more often, and other symptoms like that. "I know this is odd for...well to ask a teenager. Sarah are you sexually active?" she asked me as I suddenly turned beet red. "That's an answer of sorts," she told me as she smiled. I frowned. "I...I...no not as a girl," I said as I glared at her. What business was it of hers? That didn't deter her, and I couldn't stand her withering stare until I spilled about my little liaison with Lara. And the direct events that occurred after the Genderwave hit us. "I'm going to do a little test alright? It shouldn't take any longer than when you are getting your X-rays alright?" she said very calmly. I tried to understand what she might be thinking, but I couldn't comprehend much with the pain shooting up my arm. Quickly she took some blood from my good arm, and I was on my way to the hospital. Going to the hospital was as slow and boring as I remember. Thankfully Dad came along a little after, wondering if I was ok and keeping me company. He talked about a dozen things I didn't care to talk about before I got my arm X-rayed. Thankfully my arm was only fractured and not broken, and I got put into a cast. We were just leaving when the doctor from earlier arrived. She looked surprised, and not in a good way, when she saw that my father was there. "Oh...hello," she said, her mouth twisted into a smile that hid her grimace behind it. "Can I talk to your daughter for a second?" she asked as I wondered what she might have to do. "Why?" My dad asked as he gave that withering glare that he'd learned when he'd been my mother. It was an evil eye that made most people wither. The doctor didn't though, which I think surprised him. He simply shrugged as he went to get us something to drink. My arm still ached, an itch growing under the cast that they'd given me. "So, what's going on?" I asked. Concern filled her face. "Honey, we...we don't understand how this works. I mean we do have an idea that it might be. But, we think you need to talk to the girl you were with." "Why?" I asked, a little worried. "Well it seems that the wave chose to deposit certain living creatures where they would do the most good. And we are not sure how it chose who to put what into someone else. If there was a father who would not have gotten someone else in that way, then it went there." "Wait..." I felt a chill run down my spine. "You have been pushing yourself, but because it's early you aren't too hurt by it. But, I would recommend you start to see a pre-natal doctor," I had an idea of what that made. It's amazing how you can get the message across to a teenage girl that she's pregnant. I felt my world suddenly shut down, my face losing color as I felt queasy. The doctor put a hand gently on my shoulder. "So...so I am like that," I said as I tried to look at my father coming back from the drink machine. "I'll say it....myself," I said as she offered me a card, telling me that my arm injury might be a blessing in disguise. I couldn't play anyways so my pregnancy didn't have to be known at first. Though now I was an unwed pregnant girl. What a shameful thing to be., or at least that's what I thought at the time. Dad knew something was wrong with how quiet I got. He tried to get the doctor to tell him what had happened, but I don't think she wanted him to find out from her. We were driving down the road when I finally spilled. Tears strolled down my cheeks. I want to blame hormones, that the child inside of me was making me act girlier than I actually was. But, I just couldn't help it. I felt so horrible, here I'd gone and gotten pregnant just as the Genderwave arrived. What kind of person was I? The fear of being someone different, that this person I had taken the place of wasn't me. What if there was another universe that had simply switched? What if that former female had done the same thing? Was she me? Am I myself? This was something I never would have experienced. After Dad comforted me, he made sure that he was going to sharpen his knives and threaten whoever had gotten me pregnant. I told him I was going to handle it. After all I needed to find out what had happened. We still had no clue how it chose the future mother, the Genderwave is a strange occurrence. It took me a little while to ride my bike to Thomas's house. I didn't want my father to follow me, and riding with one arm is very difficult. I did manage it, though I almost fell a few times. I had to remind myself that someone was depending on me. To be honest I stopped before I reached her door. Shouldn't I just get rid of the child? To be honest I had that option. But, then I looked at my feet. No, I was shameful enough getting this way anyways. I couldn't compound that. I was rather delicate at that moment with all the shock, and to be honest I just didn't want the embarrassment that visiting a clinic like that would afford; though visiting a doctor as I grew didn't come into my mind at all. My throat felt dry as I knocked on the door. It took a few minutes for Thomas to open the door. He looked rather surprised to see me as I looked at him. He could see the redness around my eyes. "What happened?" He asked as he let me inside, I plopped onto the couch with a little sigh. I waited a few minutes before I answered, making him nervous. Finally I spoke. "I'm pregnant," I said point blank. His face looked confused. "Wait, why?" His shoulders sagged as he thought. "I would have thought that my child would have been given to my ex," I blinked at her, looking deeper as I glared. He slowly rubbed his chin, a little stubble rasping through his fingers. "Though it wasn't like he was very monogamous. I'd say to see her and find out what's going on. If she's stuck with an earlier accident, then you might just be unlucky," His shoulders shrugged. I know Thomas wasn't my friend, but the way he seemed to treat it like it wasn't his problem bothered me. Not that I could really expect him to understand. I stood up, dusting myself off so that I could get the address to this ex-boyfriend and be on my way. The urge to be left on my own overpowered any sensation I might have of staying with Thomas at that moment. The air outside felt like a wave of relief. Though it did make me slightly dizzy. I felt light headed as I looked towards the address that Thomas had given me. Well, this wasn't going to be easy, but I had to make sure that this wasn't really my fault. I didn't want Lara to get pregnant from me, and I had to believe this was simply an accident of the Genderwave. With every step, my feet felt heavier and heavier. A little fear ran down my spine as I looked at the address, my arm aching as I rolled my bike. I could still try and ride it like I did before, but I wanted to drag it out as long as possible. The door seemed to appear in front of me too soon. It was dark inside, something that made me hope that someone wasn't inside. My hand knocked on the door, feeling a little tingle in the back of my neck. I was about to turn around and thank the stars that I wouldn't get my answer when it creaked open. A lock of red hair slid in front of a pair of bright green eyes. One of the eyes wasn't exactly open as wide as it could be. A large black and blue circle covered her eye. "Are...are you ok?" I asked, shocked at the haggard look of this girl. Her face was slightly bruised, and she had a cut across her nose. "Wh..What do you want?" she said with a sense of fear on her face. I could tell that she'd probably suffered for what she carried inside. It made my heart twitch in sympathy. "I think we share something together. Can I please come inside?" I asked as I rubbed my belly, lifting myself. I wasn't showing yet, but I knew I could at least get her attention with that. She didn't look like she believed me. "Lara was your former girlfriend, now your former boyfriend right?" I asked as I looked directly at her. Her eyes cast downward again as she nodded. "Come...come in," she said as she opened the door, keeping the door between us as I entered. It was rather dark in the house, the shades all closed. When I passed her, the door closed. It was obvious the girl was further along than me. Her belly jutted out at an angle as she had to hold her arm across it. It was an instinctual motion. "I'm Sarah," I said as she looked away again. "I'm Da...Deana," she said as she kept her eyes darting back and forth. Her head motioned as we followed through her home. The living room was a disaster, everything thrown about. Frames and pictures were on the floor, and it looked like she hadn't tried to fix it up at all. I felt curious, wanting to guess what might have happened. Her room was at least clean, though that darkness was still spread across the house as she sat down. "So...why do you want to talk to me?" she asked. I stood there. To be honest I remember having a clearer head when I started on my way here. "To...to just talk," I said with a little sigh. "I wanted to see and find the person who got Lara pregnant and maybe learn why I inherited their child. But....but...what happened?" I asked. She flinched away as I held out a hand. I wanted to just dab at her face, to heal that bruise. What had happened here? "No...nothing," she said as she looked away. I knew I wouldn't get a better answer at that moment. Honestly I felt conflicted. I could just go away. This girl had gotten me into the condition that I currently was in. Her child rested within my belly. And I should hate her. But, the look on her face concerned me. She'd obviously been hit, and there had been some fight. Her life had ended because of this. The Genderwave had done something cruel to both of us, and I think I felt a kindred spirit; maybe someone who understood me. We didn't talk for the rest of that night. I remember just looking at Deana for a long time. Eventually as if she were reacting to the time in the day she started to sob. I remember her trying to push me away; I pulled her closer, her head resting on my shoulder. She just sobbed at something that I didn't understand at that moment. To be honest I felt a little happy about my situation at that moment. After all I still had my father, and I wasn't heavily pregnant when I started. I can't imagine awakening with this huge belly, my body telling me about the life inside. Deana did have to deal with that. I decided I'd at least be her friend, something she needed desperately. Thomas wouldn't help, after all for many girls who were left by a boyfriend when they became pregnant they were getting what they deserved. I think that was cruel. These girls were different. Many adapted to their new bodies, and now they were just girls who had been abandoned. Quite a few of them were abandoned by families like Deana was. After that weird night I remember seeing her every other day; her attitude improving over time. I could see that she'd become timid though. All the shocks had destroyed any pride. She'd become a new kind of person. That made me worry as I tried to think about my own pregnancy. Was I going to change myself? And then Deana had her baby. I'd started to show, and she'd called me. I ran to her room as she went through hours of pain to give birth to her son. He was a chortling little thing, without any flaw. It made me feel rather wonderful, and yet I felt terrified at the same time. The pain she went through was going to happen to me too. My throat felt dry. And at the same time I couldn't play basketball anymore. After I started to show, and I had to tell them, I was taken off the team. I knew that the students talked about me. Had I ended up pregnant because of the Genderwave? Or was I some slut who'd decided to experiment with my new body? It was something that they talked about. I tried to ignore them. Instead, I put myself into my studies. And the later I got into my pregnancy the worse it got. My breasts ached, my back ached, and my head ached. Everything was bothering me as I got larger and larger. The emotions were rather horrible too. Becoming a girl didn't automatically make me delicate. Even Deana hadn't changed too much till her family abandoned her. I still don't know how she took care of herself and her son financially. I personally think people adapted because it's expected. Humans do what's expected of them. Oh they have tons of gender theories of why most adapted, but I think its bunk. People just go feminine or masculine and change because it's expected. Switch the whole gender idea and the expectations don't disappear. Myself, I just felt like myself, struggling through my changing body as I made sure that I spent my time studying. I would at least be able to prepare for my future. That's what I was doing when I felt a strange pain that travelled up my pelvis. I'd been going to the proper doctor and paid attention. Honestly I did skip a few of the classes that I needed to take, but I still had school. I won't go into detail about actually giving birth. It's a messy event, and to be honest I don't remember much beyond pain and having only my father to help out. Even with him there, I still felt a little alone. Deana tried to be there, but she wasn't able to. My entire body tensed as my daughter Karen came into the world. Her wide eyes staring into the room as she seemed curious about everything. She wasn't that big, though when I was pushing her out she felt like she weighed the same as a watermelon. Sweat beaded on my brow as I could barely believe that I'd just had a child. The doctor gave me my little daughter, her little form so delicate. I loved her immediately, but I can't say that I thought of her as my own instantly. It would be years before I knew without a doubt that she was 100% my daughter. Years passed without much incident for me, as I had to raise my little girl by myself, and at the same time prepare to live in a world that seemed to be adapting so well to itself. Every day I would see happy women with happy men. And yet I was uncertain. How could I be so uncertain and everyone else adapted so easily. Karen was always there, always waiting for me. She would return from a babysitter and always give me love. I stopped thinking of her as some transplant from the Genderwave. And our little household continued. Sometimes I wonder if I would have learned more about myself if my sister hadn't written that book. If it hadn't become so popular I might have been in the dark too. I'd worked as a civilian for the military for a few years by the time Karen turned 6. I'd been able to have a few strings pulled by my mother for it, and many thought it interesting that we had such a large female military force. Military women don't seem to think they should adapt too much. The organization has changed. I think the sorority of the army is something I enjoy. Maybe I would have joined if I hadn't been a mother. Even Deana at least went out on dates with men. She's often talk about how she loved a strong man at least holding her. Though whenever she got too close that fear would fill her and she'd break it off. I didn't mind. Karen and Kyle got along, so every weekend we would do something. It had become routine, and I was starting to read my sister's book. It was at least interesting, and the feelings she felt were so bright. I wondered if I could ever talk about that. I'd felt slightly amorous recently, probably from having worked too hard and not taken care of my personal desires. It's something that happens when I am too busy at work. Deana had come over, her fit figure fitting nicely into her summer dress and swimsuit she'd prepared for a dip in a local pool. I'd been watching her all day, and I felt strange about that. Shouldn't I have gone on dates with men this entire time? Why couldn't my eyes leave her cleavage? It disturbed me at how hot I was getting looking at my friend. "Are you okay?" she said as she noticed where my eyes were directed, at her cleavage. "Uhh...Sarah?" Deana's face looked a little disturbed as she waved her hand in front of my face. "What?" I asked confused. "You are staring at something and..." her eyes grew wide as she looked at me. I looked down. I hadn't noticed that my nipples had gotten so hard looking at her, or that my thighs were opening and closing in a manner that showed my arousal as much as my erections would have when we were both males. "Are...are..." she gasped, turning red. I turned red from horror. "I'm...I'm so sorry I..." I tried to say anything to make her not run away. I didn't want her to. Terror must have filled my face as she suddenly placed a hand firmly on my arm. "Shhh," she said as Kyle and Karen were playing with some of her toys on the floor. Like little kids do, they weren't even noticing us. "Look I'm not going to scream or anything alright. But, I've heard of this," she was whispering so the kids didn't hear. Bless they didn't seem to care that the adults were whispering and hiding something from them. "Heard of what?" I hissed back. "What do you masturbate to?" she asked. "Has it changed?" I pulled back, but then I thought. No, I haven't changed what I have used. How I masturbate has changed a lot since I have much more options as a female. But, what I watched or imagine hasn't changed at all. It's still girls. "Wait...I...I didn't change what I...wait, but why not? Others have. You did," she shrugged. "Some don't, but I think that you need to go find someone who will suit you. I am not into girls, as cute as you are," Deana grinned. "Flattered you find me interesting, but maybe you should try and see what the club scene is like or something. I can always babysit Karen," she smiled. I felt so nervous, but instantly gave her a hug. I can't imagine what would have happened if we were both alone. We talked a little further about what we were going to do, I didn't know much about being a...well I suppose I was really a lesbian. I enjoyed the company of women and men equally, but I remembered that after I had sex with Karen's father that I'd never been very attracted to men. I decided that I would visit a few clubs. To be honest they weren't what I wanted. Women were dressed flashily and the men were always pawing over eachother in a manner that I just didn't find any interest in. Time and time again I'd leave Karen and Kyle together so that I could return to see what I might find. The last club I went to was The Malt Bar. It had a nice bright neon sign, and it was only for women. That way I would be able to avoid any straight men trying to pick me up. It was interesting, and to be honest I did find some interesting experiences. I didn't know that a woman could fit a whole hand up there. I thought it was something that porno's invented. Also I found that I did enjoy the company of other women in that way. The feel of soft skin against soft skin, and the way that it was always so much fun, everything made me feel like I was going to explode in sensations. But, that arena was just sex. I couldn't find anyone I would ever want to be with. And honestly I love having Karen and being a single mom. But, sometimes I feel lonely. Deana is a good friend, a sister I can always trust. I want a mate though, and I at least now know I want a female mate. Karen asks about her father all the time. She sees people with two parents all the time and asks me. But, I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll have some luck though. Recently I'd been having another busy day at work. It's hard to keep up with a dozen different things at once. I have to work with recruiting more males into the military in order to get our numbers up. It's a hard business. But, the girls who have worked here for awhile are supportive. I don't mind seeing them talking. I'd started eating my lunch. A few girls were sitting on the table next to mine, but I was alone at that table. That day I remember Jenna walked into the room with a stride that said she was on important business. Jenna is one of the girls who retired from the military a few years ago. She's older than me by about 5 years. She's a lovely blonde, who always wears professional clothing. It's not that she isn't nice, I just didn't know her very well. I didn't even think anything of it until she plopped herself right in the seat next to me. "Sarah right?" she said with a smile as she leaned back in her chair. "Yes?" I said a little confused as she turned her eyes to meet me. She leaned in a little bit. "So, saw you at the Malt a few days ago," I almost spit out my soda. "Wa...wait, look I don't do anything wrong there and..." She snorted a little bit. "I don't want to get you in trouble because of it," her hand moved to touch mine. "Actually I wanted to ask you out. I go to those things a few times, and was wondering what you might want to do. Actually," her face became rather serious. "Actually I wanted to see if you were a regular member of that club. Cause honestly I am getting tired of those kinds of people." "I am a little confused," I asked as I arched an eyebrow. "Well lots of people in the community seem to think that they should do what is expected. They have stereotypes of what they think being apart of LGTB is supposed to be. Since very few of them were apart of the group in the past. I used to be when I was...male," she coughed as if she didn't like admitting it. "You...you seem like someone who is more confused than just trying to force your old views. So, I want to take you out on a date. That way we can learn to like eachother," she smiled sweetly. I decided to slowly nod my head. After all if I can find someone to care about it might be nice. And co- workers make great relationships. That's one thing that seems to have changed with the Genderwave. Someone you knew beforehand can be a good mate. I barely knew Jenna as a male, but maybe this will do. I might as well try. After all I have to move on, and I want to have someone. I hope it works out, I hope.