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This story literally came to me in a dream, and clung to my imagination like a bad cold until it was written. It examines what I believe is a unique perspective on the insidious appeal of the Medallion and the shattered confused lives it tends to leave behind. Frankly, some of it is from my own fantasies about what I'd do with the bauble, but isn't that what many of us put in our stories, pieces of ourselves? All rights of authorship and publication are reserved by the author, with permission given unfettered to FREE websites at no cost to the reading public. In addition, feedback of all variations is encouraged and appreciated, although innuendo, wrath, blatant ignorance, or profanity with be unceremoniously rejected as the flailings of an loutish sub-human mind. And finally, I'd like to once again acknowledge the talented editing contribution of my dear friend Lisa Funke. Her sharp eye for consistency, spelling, and punctuation is unequaled IMHO. /LS Altered Fates - Leslie and Beth's Story by Lorna Samuels Chapter 1 - A Legal Quandry The desk sergeant knocked and entered without waiting for a response. "Lieutenant, that doc you asked to help with the Summers case is here." "Thanks Mike, send her in please." Lt. Sheila Vasquez was a short petit woman in her mid-30's of mixed ethnicity, short black hair, large brown eyes, and a trim figure in her municipal police uniform. She stood and shook hands with the person who entered. "Thanks for coming, Dr. Kellogg. As I told you on the phone, this case has us stumped and we'd like to see if you can help us figure it out." "You said my position as consultant for the LGBD Society might help, and that it's not the usual cross dresser or drag queen situation, so I'm obviously intrigued." The large woman wore a knee-length herringbone skirt suit and simple black flats. Dr. Ella Kellogg was a psychoanalyst of some renown as an expert in LGBD cases. She was highly sought after as a counselor and ran several very popular transgender workshops. At 6'1" in flats, with broad shoulders, a square face, narrow hips, and modest bosom, she was a 'post-op' herself, giving her a unique and exceptionally empathic talent in her field. "Yes, in fact you might be uniquely qualified to help with this one." Lt. Vasquez tapped a file on her desk, then slid it toward her visitor. "You already have a non-disclosure credential filed with headquarters so have a look at this and let me know if you'd like to help." After several minutes, Dr. Kellogg sat back and sighed deeply, staring at the open file in her lap. "Wow, this is a candidate for a thorough psych eval and probable long-term commitment. But this report on the prints can't be right, or we'd have to believe her story." "I know, that's why I called you. The DA's office agreed with me that we need an independent expert to help figure this out without any public exposure. There's no reasonable explanation for that print report, especially since we redid it several times and got the same results. But arraigning her would do exactly that. Since there's obviously no threat to society, we convinced Judge Carter to release her to your custody for whatever period you feel is appropriate, assuming of course that you agree to the arrangement. "Do you know anyone in the LGBD organization who you trust enough to provide the shelter and care needed while you work on the case? We want her isolated to avoid the rumor mill of an institution." "You're asking a lot, Lieutenant, but I'm too intrigued by this (she tapped the file) to resist. I know a woman in one of my groups who's single now and has a large home where we can work. But I think we'll probably need at least a few weeks to even scratch the surface, especially if even a small bit of what's here is true." "Very well, we can start with a month. I'll notify Judge Carter, then we can get things moving." "Do you believe her?" "I'm not sure I know what to believe anymore." It was over an hour before all the calls were made, paperwork completed, and bureaucracy satisfied. Eventually, Lt. Vasquez escorted Dr. Kellogg to a small well-padded room in the bowels of the city detention center. On a small mattress in the corner sat a young woman in a pale green dress (standard prison garb). Her long brown hair needed a good brushing, her face would have been pretty with a bit of effort, and her bare legs were long and trim, with delicate feet. Her slouched position in the rumpled oversized dress made it difficult to see that she was about 5'7" with a lush curvy figure, especially her rather generous bosom. "Get away from me you creeps!" she screamed. Her reddened face and bloodshot eyes revealed that she'd been crying for a long time. "Why'd you make me wear this girlie crap?" "Standard procedure," Lt. Vasquez replied evenly. "You've been told that already." "Don't care, I want my clothes back." She tried to curl up in a tight ball with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, but her sizeable frontage interfered, and the gap between her ankles exposed standard issue white cotton panties. "Your sweats were ragged and filthy so we had to dispose of them. Would it improve your attitude if we released you temporarily?" "Release?" Her face shot up from her stupor, but acted like the Doctor wasn't even in the room. "When?" "Shortly. You're being released into Dr. Kellogg's custody for evaluation." She nodded toward her tall companion. "But if you act up, or misbehave in any way, you'll be right back here facing whatever consequences you're actions have earned. Clear?" The girl grumbled sadly, "Ain't that always the case, the victim gets punished!" Then her gaze critically scanned Dr. Kellogg. "You're a Psych, right? Why should I expect you to believe me any more than they did. Hell, I hardly believe it myself and I'm stuck with... that!" Her gaze had suddenly shifted toward the door where a female guard was approaching with a large blanket bundle in her arms. "Sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant, but Ms Summers needs to take care of this." The bundle was handed to the girl whose face brightened slightly only to revert to a sad melancholy as she unwrapped the bundle revealing a small child, barely weeks old. With a noticeable grimace she popped the top buttons of her dress, pulled it aside to expose a sizeable breast in a nursing bra, released the front flap, put the child's mouth to the bloated pap, and covered the suckling babe with the blanket. Within moments her head lolled back against the padded wall, eyes closed while the woeful expression turned to a more serene calm. Dr. Kellogg noted every detail of the girl's behavior, her expressions, and her language. 'Could what they had in her file explain the strange ambivalence she has about the child?' she pondered, then concluded that there was much to be done, and learn about this girl who is obviously agitated. Chapter 2 - Getting Settled Several hours later, Dr. Kellogg and her 'ward' arrived at a modest suburban home on a low hill. "Hi Doc." The person who answered the door was well on her way through her transition. She was slightly taller than the Doctor's charge and one of the most successful of Dr. Kellogg's patients. Melanie Brooks had long chestnut brown hair, attractive features, and a curvy body. She was a strikingly pretty woman whom no one could believe still had some male parts, which she would soon have removed when Dr. Kellogg's final evaluation cleared the hospital's surgical review board. "Hi Mel, I'd like you to meet Leslie Summers. We don't know the baby's name." Melanie smiled widely and offered her manicured hand. "Welcome to my home, Leslie. We already have a room ready for you and the baby." There was no hand offered back. The girl just held the baby tight and stared at the proffered hand. "... and she's not my baby, she's Beth, my wife!" "Huh!!" Melanie stepped back and stared at Dr. Kellogg. "Is she for real?" "That's what I want to find out. It's quite a story, but she'll have to share it with you herself... that is if or when she wants to." "Well, you're the best at that stuff, Doc. I assume you'll be staying here too." "Not, not entirely. I'll be devoting my days to Leslie's case, but you'll have to be her custodian whenever I'm not here." "I can do that. As you know, I'm basically a rich lonely lay about anyway," she laughed at her own self-deprecation. "So I guess I need the company. Having a baby in the house will be different, but it might be good experience if they ever get reproductive organ transplants perfected." "There's always adoption, of course." "Yea, but it's just not the same. Look at Leslie there," her lips trembled and a tear formed. "I'm so jealous." "Ha!" was Leslie's contemptuous reaction. "I'm sure as hell not looking forward to it!" "But you're a mother already. Don't you love her?" Eyes rolled back in frustration. "Haven't you been listening? Maybe your roots are blonde! I'm not this baby's mother, damn it. She was my wife! I can't make it any clearer than that!" Dr. Kellogg intervened before things could get any more confusing. "Melanie, why don't you show Leslie and Beth to their room so they can get settled in." They were given a short tour of the modest tri-level home first. On the main level were the living room, kitchen, dining room, a partial bathroom, and double garage. The short stairwell to the lower level opened into a large multi-purpose room with a wide glass double-door beyond which was a huge covered patio with a brick barbeque, and hot tub. To the side of the large grass yard was a mid-sized pool with a 5' max depth. Above on the third level was a large master suite, two other bedrooms, and a full bath. "Leslie, we've set up the master suite for you and the baby," Melanie declared. "You'll find everything you need there." Ella looked in the room and gasped. "How did you do all that so quickly? I only talked to you a couple of hours ago." "I'm a very resourceful person, Doc. You know that all too well. And I have the means to do whatever I please. It was just a matter of calling in a few favors from some ladies that had what was needed and greasing their purses to get the responses needed." Leslie likewise surveyed the suite with disbelief upon finding everything she had wanted and needed to properly care for Beth. Besides the expected king-size bed, and large oak dresser, there was a bassinette, changing table, playpen, and tall white multi-drawer bureau. For the first time some of the petulance and irritability seemed to mellow. "I... why are you doing this? You don't know me from Adam, and you certainly don't owe me anything. Why do all this for a complete stranger?" "Let's just say I'm a softy for a good story... Oh, and I'm a tad selfish too. I liked the prospect of having a baby in my house to possibly help me investigate the strong maternal bent in my therapy that I've noticed lately." She stared pointedly at Dr. Kellogg, who only smirked and shrugged her wide shoulders. As soon as Leslie was left in her room to get settled and organized, she ripped off the ugly green dress she'd been wearing, removed the industrial nursing bra, and rummaged through the dresser and closet until she found a single pair of pale lilac sweats that fit. She hated the color, but they were the least girly thing she could find to wear, and that was her goal. Unfortunately, she was soon forced to acknowledge two very unpleasant truths (at least for her). First, the top was a lot tighter than the pair she had worn before, and she hated the way her breasts shown prominently under the top. And second, within an hour wet spots appeared. All her cursing and protesting couldn't erase the necessity for a nursing bra and absorbent padding. The string of profanities that Melanie heard would have made a longshoreman blush when Leslie found the small selection of nursing bras and had to put one on. The only other concessions she gave to normal female attire was the necessity for panties, since there was nothing else available for that purpose, and she had never been one to go commando, even if it did had to be frilly girly stuff. Leslie was given some time to settle in and acclimate to her surroundings before Dr. Kellogg began analysis. However, she made it extremely difficult to control or manage her in any way. Her only concession, and it was barely that, was to ensure that little Beth was cared for. She never seemed to enjoy the task, generally grimacing and appearing otherwise extremely uncomfortable whenever the baby was nursing. Without Dr. Kellogg around to help most the time, Melanie did her best to encourage some semblance of feminine behavior, but it was a constant struggle. It was a major effort to convince her to wash, condition, and brush her long hair to keep it modestly groomed. Makeup was out of the question. As with the panties, she compromised on deodorant since only the female variety was all that was available, but not without continuous complaints about the indignities imposed upon her by her 'situation'. Despite all the amenities that Melanie had provided, Leslie rarely left her room except for meals. Best Melanie could determine was that she spent most of her time either sleeping, watching television, or caring for the baby. There was no knowing whether she used any of the available feminine attire, even to bed, since all she ever wore outside the suite were sweatpants and the plainest tops she could find. Chapter 3 - Getting Started Finally after a few days, Dr. Kellogg coaxed Leslie out of her isolation and they began closed-door sessions in Melanie's den. "Make yourself comfortable Leslie and we'll get started." She flopped down on the short couch and grimaced when her large bosoms shuddered in their confinement. "I'm not crazy Doc, no matter what those stupid cops put in their reports," she protested unequivocally, shoving an errant lock of hair from her face like it was a deadly snake. "I read the reports of course, then discussed your case at length with Lieut. Vasquez. She doesn't believe you, but given the story you're telling it's highly unlikely that anybody ever will. We both think there's something more to it, and I personally think it's not the whole story. So I'm here to work with you, and give you a chance to explain yourself in detail. Maybe we'll actually get you and little Beth the help that you so obviously need." "Ha, I think you've already made up your mind that I'm crazy just like everybody else has," she scoffed. "I'm a professional Leslie. Others are welcome to make their own judgments based on what's available, but I'm never satisfied with just some sketchy details. I want to be your sounding board. I want you to talk about anything you want to talk about, and I literally mean anything. You've got to realize that I'm here to determine whether you're institutionalized or maybe possibly go to prison, and if that happens where would that leave little Beth?" Leslie's suspicious glare suddenly turned to fear. "We've got to stay together Doc, there's no other way about it. If we are ever separated, we're probably both doomed to this miserable existence we're stuck with." "Okay then, maybe if you start at the beginning and explain everything in as much detail as possible, I'll do everything within my power to help you however you want to be helped." Leslie took on a sober demeanor as she sat up straight and tried to read Dr. Kellogg's sincere expression. "Look, I haven't been able to trust anybody for a while now, especially since they all think I'm a loony toon. Why should you be in a different?" Dr. Kellogg gazed over steepled fingers. "Because, like I said, I'm a professional. No matter what I see or hear about a subject and events, I always let them speak for themselves. I'm a therapist Leslie, just like if you had a broken leg and needed help with exercises to get it healthy again. Frankly, the initial assessment is that you're not mentally healthy, and that's my field of expertise. So you should at least try trusting me. Nothing you say or share with me will leave this room unless you allow it. Fair enough?" The pleasant looking woman leaned back silently and stared at the walls for several minutes before finally making a decision. "Okay Doc," she declared without much enthusiasm, "you've seen the police transcripts of their interviews with me. When I tried to honestly explain why I was driving that car and who we were, they decided immediately that I was a nut job. There's a lot more to it than that, a whole lot more." "I'm listening." Chapter 4 - Leslie's Opens Up For starters my Christian name really is Leslie Summers, but I was born male. I won't go into boring details between then and a few months ago except to say that I was recruited straight out of college by a major business conglomerate and did very well for myself. My greatest accomplishment was convincing Beth Marie Jacobs to marry me. She was a beauty and I still love her dearly, even as she is now. And that's where our story really gets into the nitty-gritty. After a few years we were ready for kids but it just wasn't happening. There was nothing wrong with either of us, it was just one of those things where the stars never aligned properly. And Beth's frustration with the situation was the root cause of what happened to us. My wife was into antiques and collectibles, like some of those guys you see on TV nowadays. She even worked part time in a little curio shop that takes consignments from people. She was always bringing home some of the weirdest stuff that she just simply had to have. I didn't think it was big deal even though the house started really getting cluttered, so I indulged her because it made her happy and that made me happy. Then one day she brought home the most god-awful necklace that looked like it had seen its best days a couple of centuries ago. It was a small pendant on an old worn chain. The front looked like it might've been an angel at one time, but could've just as easily been some satanic figure. There had been some markings like writing on the back but it was worn down to just a few miscellaneous indentations. I told her it was probably the ugliest piece of jewelry ever made, and she insisted that was exactly why she thought it was so fascinating. The unsightly bauble hung on a hook beside her vanity mirror for several days until she finally decided to wear the darn thing. It was a Friday night and we decided to go out to her favorite restaurant. It was an upscale place so we usually dressed appropriately. I was working on my tie when Beth came out of the walk- in closet. "Honey, do I look any different to you." Her tone was a bit strained but I didn't pay much attention. Then when she gasped sharply it got my attention. I looked up and watched her hair grow right before my eyes and change from a light brown with dark honey blonde. Her face was also changing slightly and her breasts were growing. Within minutes she looked exactly like a ditzy and very busty young college girl who frequented that weird shop where she worked. The woman who had been my wife just a few minutes earlier was highly agitated. "I got this blouse of the shop the other day, and when I put it on it touched this necklace and I got a really weird tingling sensation. Now I look like Lily!" I couldn't figure out how to react so I just asked, "Who the hell is Lily?" "She's a young busty blonde college girl who sometimes brings in her old clothes for us to sell. This must've been one of hers, but how the hell could it have changed me into her?" It took a major mental effort to look at her gorgeous face instead of that impressive new chest. "What was that about a tingle?" This was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen! "Oh... well... uh..." She was fidgeting around like something was making her uncomfortable. "... yeah, when the blouse touched this necklace it shocked me a little bit then there was a tickly sensation all over. Damn, my boobies are really rockin'." Had my wife also become the ditsy bimbo she now appeared to be? "Honey, try to concentrate." "I am, dearie... and I'm suddenly really horny." She batted her brand new beautiful blue eyes at me. "Wanna do somethin' about it?" Now this is where things get really confusing, because I could think of nothing but doing exactly what that stunning creature suggested, and with gusto! She was naked and on top of me before I could get out of my shorts, and was soon riding me with an abandon that Beth would probably have never imagined. I certainly wasn't complaining though, at least not until she leaned over to French kiss me with her delicious cherry lips. While still inside her we had wrapped our arms around each other and were concentrating on a thorough tongue and tonsil dance when I felt a sudden and very strong sensation in my chest, almost like a small electric shock. It was enough to break my concentration and I pushed my lover up so I could look down. The necklace was between us when we embraced and the pendant was touching my chest exactly where the sensation had originated. "Oh," gasped my altered wife, "there it was again." "What the hell..." I started to swear when a lock of blonde hair fell into my eyes. There was a harsh itching sensation in my nipples and they grew huge in just seconds, then large breasts seemed to explode from my chest. I was so distracted by the realization that I was rapidly turning into the same frisky blonde who I'd just been humping with abandon that I almost didn't hear Beth's exclamation. "Oh no, not you too!" Somewhat less than half an hour later there were two Lily's in our house, and there was absolutely no way that could be explained away to any reasonable thinking person. Beth was amused. "Well, hon, you've always liked busty women, so how do you like having a nice juicy pair of your own?" she taunted with way too much joy, and at my expense. Those damned boobs were bouncing and swaying every time I moved! I was furious, and those damned nipples were itching for attention! "It's not funny," I whined in the same high-pitched twitter that came from both our throats. "What the hell do we do now?" "How should I know? It's just as much a mystery to me as it is to you." She was staring at me with a look that I was all too familiar with. Her devious little mind was brewing up something that I probably wasn't going to like. "Maybe it's just temporary and we can change back." She pulled off the necklace and retrieved my dress shirt from the floor where I'd tossed it during our recent frenzy. I grumbled and tried to avoid the incredibly sensuous sensations coming from my curvaceous body while Beth dropped the trinket over my head, pulled my long blonde hair free, and touched my shirt to the object that had nestled itself in my sizable cleavage. Nothing happened. She tried the same routine with one of her own blouses. Still nothing. "Maybe it needs some time to recharge?" she mused without a lot of confidence. "Yeah," I whined, "and maybe we're stuck like this. How the hell do we explain that there are two more bimbo Lily's in the world?" I was scared to death, and was starting to whimper uncontrollably. "We can't panic, Les... at least not yet." She was always the more level headed of the two of us, and handled a crisis far better than I ever did. "Let's wait for at least an hour and try again. And keep trying until it does work." I wasn't easily convinced or consoled. "I want to be a guy again." "Awe, sorry love." My tears must have penetrate her armor a bit. "I was so caught up in my own changes I didn't think about how you'd cope with being turned into a woman. Of course, there are worse things, but you're right to worry." I was curled up on the bed, trying to ignore my breasts swished against my knees while Beth put the necklace back on its consigned hook beside her mirror. "Maybe we should find something to wear and maybe fix some dinner while we wait, eh?" She began looking through her copious collection of undies. "I don't have any bras big enough, but most of my other stuff should fit. Having fallen into a minor stupor, I simply followed Beth's lead and dressed in what she provided. I wasn't too thrilled about dressing in women's clothes, but what choice did I have. Naked wasn't an option, most definitely. And besides, Beth's plan seemed to resonate, so I meekly went along. We often fixed dinner together, but this was the strangest of all those times. Beth looked nice in a flowery sundress that was big enough to accommodate her new busty dimensions, and she wanted me to wear something similar, but I couldn't bring myself to wear a dress of any sort. So we compromised on a puffy peasant blouse and grey stirrup pants. I couldn't believe now big my hips and butt were, or my tiny waist. Unfortunately, dealing with unfettered breasts of exceptional size took a lot of getting used to. They bounced and swayed with every motion, and even walking was a totally distracting experience. In addition, my manual dexterity was terrible since I wasn't used to small hands and long bright red nails. Anyway, the next several hours passed with increasing anxiety when every successive attempt to undo our transformations was met with abject failure. The stress was exhausting and we eventually found ourselves returning to bed sometime shortly before dawn. Even though totally drained of energy, I still found it difficult to find a comfortable position with double-D's hanging from my chest. I woke up from a bizarre dream only to realize it was all too real. Those giant boobs were still on my chest and a tangled mess long hair in my face. I looked around and found Beth/Lily intently staring at the computer. She was wearing one of her old nylon nighties that did little to hide her gorgeous blonde bombshell body. It was a second before I realized that I was lusting after an exact copy of what I had too. "Are you ready to try again?" I sleepily asked without much hope. She turned and stared at me calmly for a short moment before answering. "You know Les, if I was a guy I'd be all over you right now. Damn that body is hot!" "Don't remind me." Despite my discomfort I couldn't stop staring at her magnificent boobs. "And you didn't answer my question." "Oh babe I am so ready! And I know it's gonna work this time, but do you really want to change back?" She was looking at my chest with an arched eyebrow. I hadn't realized I was rubbing my breast and exciting the nipple. Damn, those things are sensitive. "Oh... huh, yeah sure, of course, bit why are you so sure it'll work this time?" She got excited and rubbed her hands together gleefully. "Because I found our mysterious necklace on the web and it's the most amazing thing you can imagine. It's actually magic, and there's a lot of stuff out there about it." "That's nuts, there's no such thing as magic!" I exclaimed while realizing that was probably the only explanation or what happened to us. "Look in the mirror and tell me that." "Okay," I conceded, "get the damn thing and let's get changed back." "Don't you want to know what I found?" "I'd rather have my comfortable male self back first, if you don't mind." "Oh... uh... sure." She grabbed the necklace and unceremoniously dropped it on my chest without looping it around my neck then touched it with a pair of my male briefs. There was the same familiar tingle shock, but that was no guarantee since nothing had happened before. I cannot describe how incredibly relieved I was when those huge memories on my chest began to shrink. About half an hour later I was back to my old male self again. Strangely I almost missed those nice boobs, but not enough to want them back. Meanwhile, Beth had also gotten herself restored using one of her blouses. "Remind me to never again admire women with big tits," I sighed in utter relief. Chapter 5 - Rules and Experiments "Okay now come here," she beckoned, "and I'll tell you about the Medallion of Zulo." It sounded like a really strange thing, but I took a moment to pull on some shorts and a T-shirt before joining her in front of the computer. "This thing has apparently been around for ages, but it's only mentioned in crazy fiction stuff. Near as I can tell nobody believes it is actually real and from what I've seen if they ever found out that it was, well the ugly thing would be worth a small fortune. But the first and most important thing to remember is that any changes are locked in for a minimum of 12, then it can be used again." I was shocked, amazed, and extremely interested. Once she showed me where to look I retrieved my laptop and we divided our efforts, reading all the themed fiction stories about the 'altered fates' of supposedly fictional people who encountered the magical, the vast majority of whom ended up stuck in a very unpleasant situation when the Medallion invariably disappeared under mysterious circumstances. It reminded me of the old Monkey's Paw fable where wishes were granted but never as the wisher intended and always with unpleasant or even catastrophic results. Eventually we are back together and began comparing notes. "It looks like it's pretty hard to hang on to the thing," I observed. Beth was looking a bit distracted. "You know what, I don't really care about all the warnings and all the mystery. I'd like to hang onto it for as long as we can." I was stunned. "After what it just did to us, and what we've learned, you want to keep the cursed thing?" "Of course, why not? It has so much potential. We can have a lot of fun with it." "You gotta be kidding! What if even some of those stories about that thing are true, even though they're on weird fiction websites? There are damn few of them where the people who encountered it ended up in a good situation." "That doesn't mean it can't be good for us," she argued. I had long ago learned by bitter experience that once Beth got her mind set on something there was no shaking her. So we had the mysterious Medallion of Zulo in our possession, at least for as long as it allowed. Beth immediately began making suggestions for its use, all involving using it to change us in some way. After the previous hours, the thing made me uncomfortable and I told her so. To which she replied that she wouldn't ask me to do anything I didn't agree to beforehand. So I indulged my wife, or other more often tolerated it, whenever she wanted to use it. The first concession I demanded was that we only use it on weekends and holidays when nothing was planned. We didn't have much of a social life and none of our families lived nearby, so that wasn't much of an obstacle. But the second was that she never ever turn me into a woman again. She grumbled something about seeing how the other half lives, but accepted. For a while it was all good. I became comfortable with Beth's 'experiments', and even liked some of them. She accumulated a wide variety of clothing and used various items to change us. New items gave us whatever features they dictated, with our bodies remaining what we would have been borne with to accommodate them. For instance, I got a pair of tall pants and gained several inches, while Beth did the same with a 'tall girl's' dress. Conversely, if the item was 'pre-owned', we'd alter into a perfect copy of whoever wore it last. This worked for our old clothes as well, so I got my former trim college body back and Beth could fit into her high school prom gown again. That's how things stayed for a long time, playing around with different looks and bodies, and (of course) translating many alterations into bedroom antics. Frankly, I actually enjoyed the ones where we made simple changes. But when she turned us both into midgets, that was a very long and highly uncomfortable twelve hours! There were other 'episodes', a lot of which I don't even remember now, although most were pleasant if not downright enjoyable. Chapter 6 - The Cabin What got us here (she looked down at the baby she was unconsciously rocking in her arms), was our annual summer vacation at a place we call 'retreat lake'. It's a large isolated log cabin beside a private lake that we rented from friends for two weeks every year, like a timeshare. We always packed everything we'd need for the entire stay to avoid any contact with humanity for the duration. It was our way of unraveling ourselves and purging the frenzy of our normal daily lives. Afterwards, we were always refreshed and ready to face suburbia again. Fortunately, we have a SUV that Beth drives (I prefer the Mustang), so I wasn't surprised when she added three large bags to the load we were packing for the long trip into the mountains. She only shrugged and I knew there were plans that I'd have to endure. To her credit, the necklace didn't come out until our second day there. Then it came out! She insisted that we change as often as possible using the variety of items she'd packed. So every twelve hours was a different experience. We fixed our meals, ate, slept, made love, and even went swimming, knowing that anyone who knew us would not recognize the couple that they saw. There had been a few awkward moments like when we were 'little people' or adjusting to being other races (Asian, black, middle eastern). But I must admit that it was mostly fun, entertaining, and far more erotic an experience that we'd ever shared before. But only a few days before we were to pack up and leave, Beth asked, "Honey, do you trust me?" For the first time since arriving at the cabin, we had just enjoyed a pleasant love session in our original 'native' selves. "That's a dumb question. I love and trust you. What makes you have to even consider asking such a question?" "Because there are a couple of things I'd like to do with the necklace, and I need you to trust me without knowing what's coming in advance." "Whooo, now look, Hon, I'm all for experimenting but..." She looked terribly disappointed by my reaction. "... but you said you trust me." 'Oh crap', I thought. She's dug me a hole and I jumped right in! "Ok, ok, let's get it over with." I hadn't a clue what to she had planned, except that I probably wasn't going to like it. Beth touched me with the necklace and something that I easily recognized. "Damn Beth, that's a diaper!" "Yes dear. Remember, we decided a while back that it was time to start our family. Well, it hasn't happened yet, and I wanted to see what it's like to care for a baby. It'll only be for the minimum twelve hours, I promise." "Bu... wha... ." I was already half my normal size and had lost my voice. My last clear image was of Beth touching a large nursing bra to herself. I can recall very little of the following hours, only fragmented memories of suckling on a huge nipple and the wonderful warm sensation in my stomach. Then there was the discomfort when I needed my diaper changed. The only way I could communicate was with laughter or crying, and everything was on automatic. I had no cognitive control. My existence was cyclic, feeding, changing, playing with the pretty objects that floated above me in bed, and sleeping. One of the greatest impressions was the feeling of overwhelming contentment and security when being held firmly against her bosom and feeling her heart beat, or the vibrations in her chest when she hummed lullabies. Chapter 7 - Switcheroo I was so relieved to awaken with an adult body, it took me a moment to realize that I was a woman... again! Worse yet, there was a man lying next to me in bed wearing only a pair of briefs that covered his large manhood. Predictably, I on the other hand was totally naked! "That was so wonderful," the stranger said, "I almost kept us that way for a while longer, but I kept my promise." "The hell you did," I fumed in a girly voice that carried none of the emphasis I'd intended. "You know how much I hate this female crap!" "But you said you trusted me, and I wanted to try this while we're here. Besides, I'm terribly curious about what it feels like," she pouted, knowing how much I hated the very implication of what she might be suggesting. "That's sick!" I retorted angrily. "I don't want another guy living here for five minutes, let alone twelve hours! We come up here to be together. Why do you want to spoil it?" Damn, she was pouting! "I'm sorry, but we've played with that thing so much, well... I was hoping you'd go along with me on this." She didn't let me voice my obvious protest. "I know you hated being Lily, but I figured you'd be okay with it if we toned it down, so I used a new pair of panties. You're the woman you'd have been if borne female... and honey, you're gorgeous!" The memory of Lily's huge tits on my chest caused a chill and goose bumps. But my current frontage was far less voluminous, still definitely prominent though. Curly light brown hair brushed my shoulders. "I..." "I did the same with a new pair of men's briefs," he declared with satisfaction. I was too stunned to react, except to jump from the bed and lock myself in the bathroom. Knowing it was impractical, it was still tempting to stay there for the full duration, and leave 'him' to fend for himself. "Les, honey, please don't be mad," he pleaded through the door. "Can't you understand that this is something I had to do?" The deep throaty male voice was heavily baritone. I didn't respond. Being a woman was just too alien for me. The breasts, hair, hips, butt, empty crotch... all felt extremely uncomfortable. It was like being forced into a bodysuit, except the nipples were incredibly sensitive, and I needed to pee! Eventually, after I'd dealt with the sanitation issues, the noises from beyond the door indicated that Beth was rummaging around in the kitchen. So with considerable nervousness, I ventured out to find something to wear. Regardless of our isolation, wandering around naked wasn't an option, especially with Beth nearby in full male mode. Hating the necessity of donning femme clothing, I searched the bedroom for anything that I could handle without gagging. Beth's panties fit reasonably well, so I used the plainest white cotton that covered the most, but the material pressed firmly against my flat crotch felt bizarre. I'd already realized that going braless probably wasn't a good option. My C-cups weren't that huge, but they still bounced and swayed with every step or motion, so containing them was needed for my physical comfort (not mental though). Unfortunately, Beth's bras didn't fit, not even the nursing bra she'd recently used. So I was forced to go without. However, I did find a crop top that fit snuggly enough to give some support. On the down side, it was very thin, and the bumps of my nipples on display. I also found a pair of her chopped shorts that fit well enough, and a pair of clogs for my feet. Since I was constantly pushing hair from my face, I brushed out some of the tangles and struggled with a scrunchie to get most of it pulled into a ponytail. Then I went out to face the male version of my spouse. I had to admit that he was ruggedly handsome, with short brown hair that was thinned a bit around the widow's peekpeak. He was still bare- chested, but had put on a pair of jean shorts in the warm summer air. His body was toned, with large biceps and thighs (ulp!), and six-pact abs. He looked like he worked out a lot. "You don't expect me to...?" I groaned, trying to avoid eye contact while every perverse expletive that I'd ever heard came to my mind. "Why did you do this to us? I'm a guy, not a pervert!" He stared back with a tear on his cheek. (Damn, I hate that.) "You already know what it feels like. Why can't you share this with me now? It's only for a few hours, then we'll be done with it." "Done? How?" "This is one of the last things I've wanted to do with the necklace. If you agree, and let me share this with you, when we get back I'll add the necklace in the shop's jewelry and it'll be out of our lives. Will that be enough for you?" Despite the anxiety roiling in my brain, her suggestion made me realize that I'd never wanted or especially enjoyed the necklace's impact on our lives. I would be glad to be rid of it, and if being a woman for a few hours would accomplish that I would grit my teeth and endure. "If you keep that promise, I can live with it," I sighed with resignation. He clapped his large hands had giggled like a giddy school girl. It was a very weird reaction coming from that person. "I've already started lunch. Would you mind if we make it kinda formal and get dressed nicely?" "Awe, what the hell, why not," I conceded. It was, after all, only for a few hours, right? "But I didn't see any clothes that would work when I was looking for something to wear." "Did you check the closet?" "Duh!" I groaned at the oversight. We went back to the bedroom where I couldn't avoid the mirror reflection of body that you see now, except these (hefting her chest) are bigger for obvious reasons. After handing me a dress, Beth pulled on a pair of black slacks and a pale blue dress shirt. I bowed to the inevitable, stripped off the crop top, dropped a flowery yellow sundress over my head, and tugged it into place. The narrow straps left my shoulders mostly bare, and the front exposed a generous canyon of cleavage, while the hem hit my calves several inches above the knees. When I pulled the scrunchie free and brushed out my hair, I noticed that my ears were pierced and decided to go a little more girlie with a pair of Beth's two-inch silver hoops. I knew that would please her. "Oh lord, Leslie, you're gorgeous," he reacted when I rejoined him in the kitchen. "With a little makeup you'd be stunning." Damn, I think I actually blushed! "Thanks Beth, you're pretty easy on the eyes too." "Would you mind calling me Bert? Beth doesn't work very well at the moment." "I'll try." Chapter 8 - Surprises and Shocks For the next several hours I simply submitted myself to 'Bert's' expectations, even so far as to don a one-piece bathing suit for a quick swim. It pressed into my crotch like nothing I'd ever felt before, and the bodice exposed a lot of cleavage, but I managed to grit my teeth and fend off Bert's playful antics in the water. Later, after dinner, I was pulling on a pink knee-length nightgown while estimating that the timer for changing was probably not until early morning, and only the one bed that was available. We needed some ground rules. "Bert?" "What?" He was already stretched out on the king bed in his boxers. "I know you did this expecting the most out of our situation, but I can't do it, not even close. We haven't even kissed, and that's the way I want it to stay." Unfortunately, he saw me quickly turn away when I caught a glimpse of him staring at my bulbous chest, and I made the mistake of glancing in the direction of his turgid member. He grinned broadly, and shrugged with obvious disappointment. "Well, I think we're missing a great chance to gain an understanding about each other that we'll never have again. But I promised we'd do nothing you didn't want, so if that's the way you want it, I'll concede just as you've done for me so many times when I 'wasn't in the mood'." His fingers did the quotes in the air between us. "Thanks." I lay down as far from him as possible, almost falling off the edge of the bed, and nervously doused the bedside lamp. I was utterly relieved when he turned away and was seemingly asleep within moments. But a twitch in my nipples and crotch made me wonder if I'd really made the right decision. I was consumed by a feverish dream in which I was thoroughly enjoying the sensations caused by a mouth feverishly suckling on my nipple. A rapidly building charge of passion reverberated between my nipples and crotch. My legs were trembling when he pulled off my gown and panties, then pushed his knees between my legs. When he entered it burst into my consciousness that it was real. I was being screwed... and it was wonderful! "OH... oh... oh...!" I cried in mind-blowing synch with the rhythm, my legs wrapped around his solid waist. The orgasms were pure ecstasy. I was between peaks when he drove in to the hilt, froze, and there was the distinct sensation of his divine muscle pulsating deep inside me. When he exited and rolled away, my passion subsided and I realized with sudden horror that it had been real. We'd had sex! It was even scarier to realize that I'd liked it, and wouldn't object to doing it again! "Oh my God, Beth..., what have we done?" I gasped, still feeling the softening of my post-coital afterglow. His heavy breathing was the result of a physical exercise with which I was all too familiar. "I... I'm sorry... I couldn't stop." It was almost funny. "Must be the hormones," I countered. "Testosterone is probably a pretty heavy hitter if you're not used to it. But I grew up with it, and you didn't. We both should have realized that might be a problem when you did this to us." Strange that I should be so calm and logical about our situation, but I was probably experiencing some intense hormonal reactions that I wasn't used to either. Hell, I was actually enjoying the delicious post-coital tingle in my nipples, and was rubbing my lower belly while actively considering the potential repercussions of what he had left behind. He looped his arm across my chest, his fingers finding my sensitized nipple. "Hmmm..." he sighed. "I never felt anything like that before in my life. It's so intense, so... so focused." My nipple was alive and demanding. I was shocked that I was actually wondering how long it would take for him to recover! Then his mouth found my unoccupied nipple and my brain succumbed to an intoxicating pleasure that reverberated between my chest and crotch. I rolled toward him to get more and he used my momentum to pull me astride his narrow hips. Almost immediately I was aligning and then pushing myself onto him until our crotch bones met. This position felt even better, he was deeper, and I felt the shadow of building pressure whenever his phallus impacted my cervix. I can never hope to describe the incredible all-consuming sensations of multiple orgasms, one right after another. And it went on for what seemed like forever. Amazingly, we set a record that night... and got very little sleep in the process. But hell, who cares. We were having some of the most incredible sex either of us had ever experienced, and we didn't care one whit that we were doing it as the opposite sex. It was great, and that's all that mattered. Chapter 9 - Baby Beth We stretched our cross-gender experience well beyond the obligatory twelve hours, but neither of us considered it to be wasted time. Bert was playing with my nipples again, but this time we'd just finished another 'bout' so it was soothing and comforting rather than erotic. "Honey, there's one more thing I'd like to do before we wrap things up." Before I could respond he laid the medallion on my chest and touched it with a bra. "That's another twelve hours, Bert... Beth! Isn't that cutting it a bit close." "No, I don't think so. We'll have another full day afterwards as ourselves to get packed and clean up the place before we have to leave." "But... what's this?" I grabbed the bra and found that it had nursing flaps over the cups. "What the hell?" He blushed. "This turnabout for us has been wonderful, Lessie, and I so much enjoyed being your mother that I wanted you to experience it too." She quickly seized the necklace and combined it with a diaper. "You make sure to take care of me, darling. I know you're going to love being a mother as much as I did... and will when we have our own." I could do nothing but stare at 'Bert's' rapidly shrinking body. The diaper was for a 'new born' and it was pink, so Beth would be back, only this time as a very tiny infant... And I had to be her mother for half a day! While Beth was replaced by a tiny naked girl child, my chest inflated to what the bra dictated, double-D. The skin was stretched tight, the flesh extremely firm with several blue veins showing prominently on their pale bulbous flesh. They were the consistency of weight balls in a gym, and when I hefted one a drop of white liquid oozed from the large engorged tat. I was a milk machine and Beth was to be the obvious benefactor of my huge capacity. I was jostled from my stunned stupor by a child's persistent cry. Damn, did Beth need to be fed already? Hell, I didn't know whether it was that or she was just mad because I hadn't given her any attention yet. I tentatively picked her up like she was a delicate glass figurine, and tried to cradle her gently in my arms. Instead of settling in, she pushed her face forcefully into my boob, latched her tiny mouth onto my nipple, and started suckling with a vengeance. What could I do but sit there and wait for her to finish? Yet as she fed, I began to feel the flow of nourishment from my own breast into her small helpless body. Amazingly, a sense of pleasure began to work its way into my soul. I felt a totally unique and unfamiliar connection growing between us, a mounting sense of devotion to her well-being. The sensation was totally new and incredibly satisfying. I definitely didn't want to be a woman any longer than necessary, but these past couple of days were certainly giving me a unique and wonderful perspective on the female of the species. In the future, I knew I'd appreciate Beth a whole lot more, and we'd be closer than we could have ever been otherwise. So, for those hours I fed, changed, and played with her, while finding satisfaction and fulfillment in the experience. When moving around I wore the same panties, sundress, and sandals as before, along with the mandatory nursing bra that Beth had used on me (it wasn't optional). Then when the time was finally gone, and I had resigned myself to returning us to our original selves, the Medallion was nowhere to be found! I searched the entire cabin, my mind screaming at the implications. I'd distinctly remembered Beth using it with the diaper on our bed, but it wasn't there. I tore away the sheets... nothing. My frantic search became more desperate with every passing hour, punctuated by Beth's care and feedings. I even looked outside. My new hormones were raging as I sat on the bare bed and bawled until there were no more tears to shed. I was whimpering and wheezing when I reached down to pull the sheets from the floor and heard the slightest sound of metal on wood. I dropped like a rock and stared under the bed. There was a tiny glint of reflected light amidst a mass of dust bunnies piled against the wall beneath the headboard. I'd found it! The relief was almost orgasmic... yet somehow muted by the prospect of returning to our old humdrum lives. But it was inevitable. Real Life demanded it. Chapter 10 - Consequences With a surprising degree of regret I contemplated my heavy inflated bosom with the necklace nestled deep in the yawning cleavage. The tingle when I touched my old briefs to it was both exciting and sad. But the memories would most certainly last forever, right? My hair began to shorten, those large mammaries began to shrink and I felt a stirring between my legs. Then it stopped, and everything was back within seconds! What the hell happened? I frantically pulled out my laptop and repeated the web searches that we'd made before, looking for a list of limitations that might apply to me. My fingers were shaking as I scrolled through the rules and stories. There were instances where small changes could be made within the twelve hour window, like giving a female bigger boobs, changing hair color, or adding nursing jugs. But everything confirmed my memory that the only things that could prevent its function were all related to a female's condition. It wouldn't work if she was either on her period or... Oh gawd NO! I collapsed onto the bed and curled up in a ball, hoping that the world would simply crush me there and end the agony. We'd had frantic unprotected sex several times, never once considering the horrific consequences. Or did we? Had I actually fantasized about having a baby? Why the hell did a simply fantasy have to become so unspeakably real? I screamed so loud and high my woman's voice would have shattered glass if it had been a note or two higher, and I'm sure the squirrels outside were a bit startled. In my rage I pulled off the necklace that was still sitting in my cleavage and tossed it in a way too girlie fashion as hard as I could. My random aim sent it sailing through the open door into the living area where I heard it slide across the hardwood floor. I was devastated. Being stuck as a woman for almost a year was a prospect that I considered too horrible to contemplate, even worse to be pregnant and have to endure a baby growing inside me, which had to come out eventually! And what should I do about Beth. She'd have to be restored, and she certainly didn't have any of the limitations that would prevent the medallion working on her. So I managed to get through one final feeding before changing her back, all the while struggling with how to explain my shocking situation that she had caused. Time was getting really tight and I had to get Beth restored so we could figure out what to do. She was fed, changed, and sleeping when I went looking for the necklace yet again. This time it was really and truly GONE, and I discovered what happened to it. It had slid across the floor and under a small table by the front door. There against the wall was a floor board with a huge hole where a knot had once been. I'd hit that gaping hole with that damned necklace from across the cabin! When I tried reaching down for it, my slender feminine arm had plunged all the way to my armpit, and found nothing but air. The cabin had been built on a severe mountain slope with a thick granite-and-mortar foundation. And, of course, our dubious future was cast by the positioning of that table against the downhill wall where the floor was at least four feet above the crawlway ground beneath. I was frantic to retrieve the necklace. But the only options were to either try smashing through the foundation, or tear up the flooring and climb down. The former would have been impossible, and there were no axes or saws available to accomplish the latter. Still, I had to find a way to tear out enough of the floor to get down there, and the clock was ticking! We had to be out of the cabin the next evening. In desperation, I wasted precious time looking for anything that would even have a remote chance of working. Only a meager supply of kitchen gadgets had potential - a large carving knife, and a small meat cleaver. In my weakened female condition I had nowhere near the physical abilities I'd had before. But I tried to ignore all the negatives, pulled the heavy table clear of the hole (it was a lot heavier than it looked, but I was a lot weaker). The finished hardwood planks were at least half-an-inch thick and the knife hardly even scratched them. The cleaver did only slightly better. But there wasn't enough time to dig out small chunks of wood. Besides, added to my labor were the incessant interruptions of Beth's seemingly never-ending maintenance. It was a struggle to make any progress. I even tried prying up the boards at their end joints, but bent the knife and chipped the cleaver in the process. After hours of anguished effort, the hole had increased by only a few inches, and I'd broken two nails. I totally exhausted and defeated. I was screwed again... by Beth (Bert?) and myself, but it was no less painful since I'd screwed Beth too with my frustrated toss of the pendant. I'd condemned her to growing up again. And I would have to care for her. DAMN... and double Damn! Chapter 11 - Escape to Nowhere In a stupor of melancholy and absolute depression I began packing with interruptions to tend to Beth. When the SUV was finally loaded I was a grubby mess, but didn't want to leave. It was too hard to turn my back on even the most remote chance that the Medallion was retrievable. So I decided to clean, washing my clothes while in the shower, since I'd already packed everything else. I even conditioned my hair, then sat naked on the porch brushing out the wet strands curls in the cool morning breeze while the only clothes I could comfortably wear dried on the porch banister. But we had to leave, since there was no hope that I'd ever be able to explain why we, the couple who'd rented the cabin, were gone and a strange women and child were there instead. The hardest thing I ever had to do in my life was turn my back on that Medallion. What I was driving toward I had no idea. Beth was secured as best I could in a bundle of clothes under the seatbelt. It wasn't a decent car seat, but it was the best I could manage. That's the state we were in when that county patrolman pulled me over for a broken tail light. I gave him the insurance and registration and tried to explain that I was Leslie's cousin, but couldn't produce a driver's license. He'd probably have been okay with that, especially since he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off my cleavage. But when he saw that Beth wasn't in a certified car seat, things got ugly. I was so desperate, I tried to tell him what really happened and... well it wasn't long after that when you brought me here. Chapter 11 - Analysis and Report Dr. Kellogg turned off the recorder and stared long and hard at his patient. "You've certainly got a good explanation for why your finger prints are the same as Mr. Leslie Summers. But you already know that your story sounds like it came right out of those same fictional stories you found on the web." "I know that all too well, Doctor," Leslie replied with deep resignation. "And I fully understand why no one believes me. Hell, I wouldn't and I'm the one nursing my baby wife!" "Oh, I didn't say I don't believe you, Leslie. I'm just confirming what others already believe. However, as you know I'm a post-op, and work every day with folks like myself. Do you realize that most of my male patients would give their lives and fortunes to be where you are now?" "Then they're crazy." "To some, yes, but did you also know that most in the transsexual community are very familiar with those websites and stories you found?" "Huh!" "You must have realized by the number of stories about the Medallion of Zulo that the 'Altered Fates Universe' and most call it is incredibly popular among TS folks, and even more so among those who have tendencies, wishes, or just simple interest in the wide variety of TS- based facts and fiction." "Well... Oh Melanie said something about envying me. I guess I can see why now. Since I feel so trapped by this, it never occurred to me that anyone would willingly subject themselves to such torture." "You'd be surprised." -------------------------------------------------- Record Archived in the private patient records of Dr. Ella Kellogg. Final Analytic Evaluation: Subject: Ms Leslie Summers Submitted by: Dr. Ella Kellogg To: His Honor, Judge Sheldon Carter Subject Leslie Summers Ms Summers is a troubled young woman with the added burden of a child to care for, and the looming prospect of carrying and birthing another. Against all efforts to dissuade, she insists with considerable clarity that she was once the male of the same name, and that the infant she identifies as 'Beth' is her former wife. In fact, subject relates with exceptional detail a trauma of extraordinary detail but unverifiable nature that resulted in their current physical situations. The circumstances lay in the realm of science fiction, alien abduction, or such, although the patient attributes their situation to a magical necklace that has found some popularity among select websites that cater to an eclectic readership, that being transgender fantasists. Despite the subject's seemingly unstable feminine nature, she never deviates for this explanation of her and the child's situation. Subject's mental state is unstable, often morose, sometimes deepening into depression. It is noted here that her 'condition' of pregnancy is a direct contributing factor to her mental distress. Her mannerisms are not feminine, and she rebuffs any effort to improve her looks. She exhibits a resolute dislike for any feminine clothing, although she tolerates panties and nursing bras (a must for her size, as well as nursing the child). Otherwise, she wears sweats whenever available, or simple shorts, pants, loose shirts, etc. When asked congenially if she'd like to join her housemate for her weekly salon visit, the answer was a provocative, "F... off!" Sadly, she would be quite pretty if some effort was made with hair and makeup, but she'll have none of it. She has, however, shown very tentative signs that her masculine tendencies are shifting. She likes her long hair, and always wears large hoops in her pierced ears. She has also been observed tentatively experimenting makeup, specifically lipstick and eye shadow. Conclusion: It is the considered judgment of this analyst that the subject has experienced some unknown trauma, possibly as serious as rape, that has warped her perception of her own reality. However, she is otherwise intelligent, rational, and capable of reasonable thought and actions. The consensus of the arresting officer, his chain of command, and this analyst is that no further court action is warranted. Furthermore, any such action should be avoided since any public release of records that are impossible to explain rationally. We jointly agree that Ms Summers should be allowed to continue and cope with her life as best she can, without media clamoring to understand the unexplainable facts that both Ms Summers and her child Beth's finger prints and DNA are perfect matches for those of the couple of the same name who disappeared without a trace at approximately the same time that Ms Summers and Beth were stopped on the highway. Therefore, it is recommended that she remain in the care of her current housemate who has generously agreed to provide shelter and whatever support is needed for as long as is necessary. This analyst will also provide additional support on a gratis basis. -------------------------------------------------- Case # D7-4935-Z4 - Court Record of Judgment Judge Sheldon R. Carter, Presiding The defendant is accused of 'grand theft auto', 'driving without a license', and 'child endangerment'. Regardless of her explanation regarding the circumstances and the match of her and the child's names to a local missing couple, there is no evidence of any relation. However, this court is perplexed by the forensic evidence presented for this case, which actually supports her relationship argument. Yet, there's never been any case where two people have verified identical prints, much less two different such cases. Therefore, given the complicated nature of this case, and based on the recommendations of law enforcement and mental health expertise, it is the judgment of this court that the defendant receive six months probation, during which time she and her infant charge are remanded to the custody of Doctor Ella Kellogg and her assistant Ms Melanie Brooks. Reports will be provided weekly to this court regarding Ms Summers' progress toward normal integration into society. It is also recommended to federal, state, and local officials that Leslie and Beth Summers be provided with whatever official documents are needed. Case closed: -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 13 - End Game "You're next appointment is here," announced the receptionist via the intercom. Dr. Kellogg jumped at the interruption. "I thought this was