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Gender Fluid - part 1 Walter Ego -1- I am standing in front of my boyhood home. I'm not sure exactly why I came. It's been six months since the accident. I had been serving as a Cook's Mate in the Navy when a fire erupted in the galley. I hustled everyone out and was almost free myself when my world exploded. The fire suppression crew and the medics pulled me out, gave me first aid and I was quickly on a helicopter to a nearby hospital. My life was saved but the toll was severe burns over half my body and nerve damage in my left arm. The Navy gave me medical care, therapy, a medal and a medical discharge. My father's new wife gave me a week in their new home, far from here. I have come back to my home town to try and recapture better times but the house I grew up in has been sold, painted and landscape. There memories are there but all I feel is more loss. I walk with the stiffness of an older man. My cane helps. The day is warm but that is not always a comfort to a burn victim. My destination is only two and half blocks away but I take my time as I may only be disappointed again. I will try to find Katie. I met Katie in third grade. She had inserted herself into a rough and tumble game a bunch of boys were playing and quickly proved she could give and take as well as anyone. We quickly bonded over the fact that we'd both lost our mother's and were fast friends during the years we were growing up. She was soon "one of the boys" and refused to be excluded from any ball games, pranks or trips to the woods that were the male dominated activities of our youth. She was always referred to as Kat. Only I could call her Katie and only when we were alone. Only her father could call her Katherine and she visually bristled when he did. Many girls go through a tomboy phase. Most leave it behind as they influenced by other girls and the changes in their bodies. Katie however faced puberty by doubling down. Her hair was always short and un-styled, often shorter than mine. Shunned by the other girls she wore t-shirt and jeans or cargo pants never a girly blouse or skirt. Only when swimming would she concede to wearing female attire. I know she owned a bra but wore it as little as possible. One day we were back in her room after a rough game of tackle football when she unceremoniously stripped off her dirty shirt and pants. Her bare chest revealed only the merest breasts, only her areolas betraying her sex. Even her panties were cut in boy fashion. She mocked me mercilessly for weeks afterwards for gaping at her but was the most naked girl I had ever seen outside of pictures. Katie and I drifted apart after High School. I enlisted in the Navy and Katie was accepted to a nearby college. We'd communicated by e-mail for a while but as our lives diverged in was just birthdays and major events. I'd heard from her when her father died and I'd sent her an update while rehabbing from the fire. She had said nothing about selling out or moving so I was hopeful as I stand at the door of big, three story Victorian home. I ring the doorbell and practice in my mind as to what I might say. So I am most surprised when a man opens the door. He is tall, roughly six foot two, dirty blond hair, neatly cut and an athletic build. "Hello," I manage to say. "I'm looking for Katie Blackwald. I'm and old friend." "Jimmy! Oh my God." "I sorry, do I know you?" "Yes - yes you do. Come in out of the sun. Sit in the parlor. Can I get you a beer?" The words all rushed together. I am following him inside. The house interior is little changed from what I remember. I see no signs that a new owner has moved in. I gratefully lower myself into a stuffed chair as the man heads towards what I remember is the kitchen. I am trying to remember if I knew this guy. Was he at our school? Not our class, there were not so many as I would forget. He seems familiar with this house. Katie has never said anything about a boyfriend and I have trouble picturing her with one. However if he is with her than she found a good looking guy and I'll be happy for her. He quickly returns with two opens beer bottles in hand. I gratefully take the drink and reach into the pocket for my pain pills. I'm not due yet but the walk has been taxing and the ache of my skin grafts competes with the shooting pain in my damaged arm. I pop two pills and wash them down with a long swig of the lager. "Does it hurt a lot?" A sarcastic comment runs through my mind but it is chased away as I recognize the sympathy in his voice. "Sometimes. It comes and goes. It's not always bad but it only really goes away when I'm really doped up. Umm." I give him an inquiring look. "Oh. Zach. Call me Zach." "Hi Zach. Does Katie still live here? Do you know where she is? How do you know me?" I see Zach sit down. We are more eye to eye now despite his height advantage. "Jimmy, I am, or I was Katie." So imagine you have just met someone who tells you they are from Jupiter. Imagine the look on your face. Now imagine that same look on mine." "Yeah, I don't believe you. I've read Sci Fi. I've seen body swapper movies. This is where you tell me something only Katie would know." "Right, well first you and I watched most of those movies together so I get it. I wouldn't believe it either." "So?" "So, you asked Katie to go to prom with you. You worked on her for six weeks. The guys at school were giving you a hard time about hanging out with "The Dyke" and you convinced me that going would take some of the pressure off of both of us. I finally agreed. I bought the first dress I had owned since my Mom died. The day of the prom I'd shaved my legs and stuffed my bra so I'd look as girly as possible. You'd borrowed your father's car and looked almost confident in your rented tux. It was the same way you looked in the picture you sent me in your Navy dress uniform. You were smart enough not to bring me a corsage but instead you brought a copy of the video game we'd itching to try. My Dad even came out of the lab to take our picture. When we got to prom everyone was staring at us but most kids just let us alone. You did almost get into a fight with Donnie Stolz when he said he lost the bet about which of us would wear the dress. I stopped you saying he wasn't worth it but you later laughed when I later described how he would look walking with his balls cuts off. We danced to two songs, sat for a while and agreed to leave early. I'd decided that if I was going to be a girl for the night than it was time to have my cherry popped. You hadn't expected me to ask you to fuck but you were easy after I told you I had bought condoms. We went up to my room where you unzipped my dress. When you unhooked my bra I'd forgotten and the tissues spilled on the floor. We kissed for a little and I tried to act sexy even thought I knew you'd already seen my little tits. When we got on the bed and I peeled off my panties you had a look on your face like you'd won a prize. I let you finger my pussy to get me wet and handed you the rubber. The first time was quick and I had a little blood. We tried you on top, me on top and you behind me. We didn't cuddle instead we went down stairs and I beat your brains out on the video game you brought me until we fell asleep on the couch." If you had asked me for an account of my first time the narrative would go differently. I would have played up my stamina and my prowess. I realize that by the end of this tale I totally believe that the man before me is Katie. Not just the details and the frank language but the terse reporting of the events, almost without emotion. I had leaned forward while he spoke and now fell back into the chair. "Wow. Either you got Katie to tell you all those things, which I can't believe, or you are her. Hi Katie, I've missed you. Oh should I say Hi Zach?" "Hi Jimmy. I've missed you too. Old rules, you can call me Katie when we're alone but I'm Zach when anyone else is around. You look drained. How do you feel?" "Like my world turned over. But the pills are kicking in. I'm fine, for now." "Ok, Its nice to know by old best friend believes me." "Yeah well, but dude, how'd you get to be a dude? I mean no sex change surgeon is going to make you taller. " "Jimmy, you remember what my father did for a living right?" Katie's father had a reputation among the high school smart asses as a crackpot. But I knew he was a brilliant scientist. He had worked for NASA and Boeing and a bunch of places I'd couldn't remember. He'd had an extensive lab in the basement and he was forever working down there. This was to our advantage as it left Katie and I had free range of the rest of the house and she could usually come and go as she pleased. "Ah, he was a scientist." "Yes. More specifically an inventor. He had dozens of patents registered. In the last years of his life he working on a combination of chemistry and electronics that would allow someone to change the structure of living tissue. He was very close to getting it right when he had a stroke. After his funeral I went through his notes and identified the problem." "You fixed one of your Dad's inventions?" "Yes he didn't have the software to control the changes. I tossed his program, reviewed the specs and did it my way. It worked. I was then able to change my body to what you see here." "So you're a computer whiz now?" "Well, you know I took some classes in High School and when I got to the university I fell in with a crowd of hackers and avid enthusiasts. We pushed each other to come up with better and more creative programs. As a result I got really, really good at it." "And I guess most hackers are dudes?" "Well I was never completely comfortable being a girl. I wanted to do all the things guys were doing. I wasn't sure I wanted to be a boy but when I became one something clicked. Now I'm in the body I wish I'd been born with." The events of the day are catching up to me. Zach can see it in my face. "Hey man, where are you staying?" "I checked in my stuff at the motel near route 17. I guess I need a taxi to get back." "Shit man. Stay here. You know how many rooms there are in this house. I'll drive you over so we can check you out. We'll grab a pizza on the way home and catch up." I'm too worn out to argue even if I wanted to. -2- I am waking up to my normal morning ritual. I identify each point of pain that was mitigated by sleep and assess how I will cope with it for the day. The guest bed is comfortable and only the urgent need of by bladder seems a good reason to get up. Relived, I ease my way back into bed. Zach heroically enters with coffee and donuts. He reads the expression on my face and tells me I can stay in bed if I want. I want. "Tell me more about this body changing machine." I ask as I sip my coffee. "Well it's the combination of things that's important. Dad formulated this unknown fluid that goes from a gas to a liquid near room temperature that is somehow able to effect the arrangement of cells in a living organism. He then paired it with a series of small, high frequency transmitters which direct the cells to rearrange. The last piece, the piece I solved is the software that drives the transmitters to come up with how the new body is constructed." "So do you work as a programmer now?" "Oh, I do some freelance work now and again but as I told you yesterday Dad had a lot of patents. I licensed a few of them to some key companies and there's quite a bit of money coming in." "I can't believe you just knew how to make yourself into a guy." "Well, there's a genetics company in Minnesota that is doing research beyond the basic genome to deep brain and cellular scanning. I kind of hacked into their database I found and Olympic hopeful swimmer that I based Zach on." "That's when you'd decided to become a guy?" Zach turned his head and sat silently for a couple of moments. I could also see the calculations going on in his head. Finally he looked back at me. "Jimmy, the night of the prom, you came, you had an orgasm didn't you?" "Um yeah. If a guy pumps a girl long enough he's pretty much gonna get off." "Well, we did it three times that night and I didn't have an orgasm once." I pushed out the image of Zach and I in bed together and thought back again to that night and applied the experience with women I'd had since and realized the truth. "I'm sorry Katie. I did the things I thought I was supposed to do, the things I'd picked up from the other guys. Hell you were there for some of those bullshit sessions. The times when we forgot you weren't a guy already." "Jimmy I'm glad you were my first guy and I'm ninety-nine and a half percent sure the reason I didn't orgasm wasn't you. I thought maybe it was a first time thing or that I was doing something wrong. I did blame you for a short while but that computer group I was in, there were plenty of guys willing to sleep with a nerd girl. I tried it with a couple of them and it never happened. Then I thought I needed a really experienced guy. I let my hair grow for a couple of months, put on a short skirt and made an advance on a guy on campus with a reputation. Each time it felt good but there was never an explosion, never a climax." I think about this for a minute. For Katie to not fit in with the girls and to not to be able enjoy sex with boys then being a boy made more sense. "When you were Katie did you try it with another girl?" "There was one girl at the school. We got talking over beers one night and she started to convince me that sleeping with women would change everything for me. We went back to her room, we kissed and petted but when I tried to go down on her pussy I couldn't make myself do it and I left with both of us unsatisfied. It was just after that that my Dad died." "Have you done it as a guy?" "Yes. I designed Zach to have the kind of body I thought a lot of women like. I was right. If I go to a bar know then the chicks are all over me. I can pick the one I want and she'll practically drop her panties in the bar. And I love it. All the feminine things that used to turn me off about girls now get me hard. I love being in charge, to play with their tits, to lick their clits until they squirm and moan. And when I stuff them with my cock I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm going to get off." Being in the navy I'd heard plenty of guys talk this way. I'd taken plenty opportunity during our port calls to wet my own dick so I knew what Zach was talking about. I was starting to get used to squaring this macho talk with the admittedly boyish friend of my younger days. Being guys we swap stories about the women we've been with. My mind goes back to the changing process. "Have you changed anyone else in your Dad's device?" "No you are the first I've even told about it." "Zach, it could be worth billions." "Yes I've thought about it a lot but I don't want to let it out yet. My Dad's patents could bring in seven figures in a couple of years. More if I lease out some of the ones I held out on. I guess you can do more with a billion than a couple million but it seems you're worrying about the money as much as when you don't have any. Plus introducing it to the world would change so many things and I'd be responsible. And when it does all come out I lose control. As a hacker it about not being known. There are things I want to do with the software first. Things I want to get right before the world finds out." "Ok, I think I get that." I want to pursue this further but my body is wracked by shooting pains. I wince. Zach brings me my pills. I take the prescribed dose plus one. I focus on my breathing trying to move my mind away from my body. I sleep. -3- The pain is there but the sharp edge has been dulled. Zach is there. "Jimmy, Is it always this bad?" "No but the bad days are becoming more frequent. The pills will gradually get less effective. There's not much the doctors can do at this point either." I finally ask the question that's been in the back of mind. "Katie, uh Zach, can the machine fix me?" Zach is unsurprised by the question. It's clear he has been thinking about it too. "Jimmy, the answer is yes but with a couple of big buts." "I usual like big butts." That got a smile from Zach that I remembered from Katie's face when we'd make stupid teenager jokes together. "What's the problem?" "I need a complete human template to feed into the computer or else you'd end up worse than you are now. I have no way of creating a template of you before the accident so I'd have to make you into a different person." I nod. "And?" "Well I told you my source for getting genetic information. I'd have to hack in again and find a suitable body. Then I have to modify some parameters so you don't end up as a complete replica of another person." "How long would that take?" "About two months." "That long?" "Yes. It's not like there's a computer language where you can set a person's height, weight and eye color. I'm working on that by the way. There are things I can tweak but each time I have to run simulations so you wouldn't end up with a third green eye or no liver. Those simulations take a full day each and if there is something wrong I have to twiddle the numbers and run them again." "Two months huh. Then a new body. One without daily pain. Can you do it? Could I stay here until it happens?" "Jimmy you've been my best friend forever. You're the only person who ever totally accepted Kat for the person she was. There's nobody in the world I'd rather use the machine to help. And of course you can stay here, before and after, as long as you like until you figure things out." "Then I think I can make it two more months, if I know I'll be better in the end." "Well there is one more option." "Another option?" "Yes. Abigail." "Abigail? Who is this Abigail?" "Jimmy, when I realized what the machine could do and decided that I would change myself I didn't set out to do a gender swap. I thought that all the awkwardness in my life would go away if I was the kind of girl who liked feminine things. The kind who liked to wear dresses and makeup, who went out with boys and had sex like the women in those trashy romance novels." "I didn't know you read those." "Yeah, my big secret. I was trying to figure out how to be a girl when all my friends were boys. It's what made me finally decide to let you screw me after prom. I was hoping to feel all those things like those stacked chicks and their hot lovers." "What happened? Why didn't you go through with it?" "I had everything set up. I went to bed intending to change in the morning when I had a dream. In this dream I was you. I was in your navy uniform, from that picture you sent me. I, you fit in, you had a plan, a purpose. Then I was my father, working on his inventions, dedicating his life to making new things. Then I was me naked with that girl from the university but this time I had a big cock with which to plow her with. That's when I woke up and realized that I didn't want to be more female. If I could be a new person I was going to be a man." "Katie that's an amazing story. I always thought of you as just adopting the best of both genders. I didn't know how unhappy you were being a girl." "No. I mean you are right that I didn't like most girl things. I wasn't like those transgender people you read about who know from when they are little kids that they're in the wrong bodies. It's just when it came time to really choose that I couldn't see myself going on as a woman." I take this in. I think about Zach journey. I think about all the people with gender dysphoria who could be helped by Zach's machine. I think about my own injuries and how if I can get past them I could help him figure all this out." "So I still don't understand how Abigail fits in?" "I still have the Abigail file in my computer. I could put you in the machine tomorrow and you'd be her until I could make you a male body." "Would it hurt, losing my dick?" Pain is the foremost factor in my world right now. "No, not at all. Right now it takes about an hour to change a person but when subjectively it's about 30 seconds. Like going to sleep and waking up. I was a bit disoriented a first and a bit tired but after my first night's sleep I was feeling good. Really good" "For two months, as a girl, right." "I haven't tested the firewall at the genetics company lately but there's people I can call on if I need help. We'd root around and find you a body you like. But I've had more practice with the templates and I do have some new tools to help so two months give or take a few days is my best guess. Look I'll go get you some dinner and then leave you alone for the rest of the night to think about it. I'll get the machine ready, there's not much to do anyway, and in the morning you can tell me if we either use the machine or start hacking or we can forget the whole thing." "Forget it? Why?" "Jimmy I can't guarantee that you'll ever getting back to being the person you are right now let alone the person you were before the accident. It changes your body but, in order to keep things in balance, the program shifts some of your attitudes too. In the end it was a no- brainer for me to change my being but you need to be very sure that is what you want too." "Will we still be friends?" "Always. The machine doesn't take any of your memories. We'll have all those years of playing and fighting and goofing on each other. We'll always have prom." I laugh at that as Zach leaves the room. I lay back to start to think and to put aside the throbbing ache in my arm. I zone out until Zach returns with a sandwich and a glass of milk. I eat and my body rewards me with a return to just complaining when I reposition my body. I weigh the pros and cons. The first decision is easy. I cannot stay in this body hoping for a Big Medicine breakthrough that will make me normal, my normal. There is no future for a half burned body or not a future that I can conceive wanting to live. In fact if this is all true then the medical breakthrough I need is in the lab downstairs right now. The question is do I wait the two months, gutting it out while the count of pills taken grows or do I seize the opportunity before me? Perhaps if I have my full mobility back I can help Zach in creating my new template or at least free him from some of the chores that would keep him from his computer. I imagine myself doing all the things I used to: driving a car, working in the galley, shooting pool, getting laid. Now I imagine myself doing those things as a women. Ok women drive and cook and I knew a couple in the Navy who were real slick with a cue. Yes I'd be going without my dick but it hasn't been much use to be in that department since the fire. Just a hand job from a sympathetic nurse in the hospital and a few occasions jerking myself off. Screwing girls is at best two months away in any case. What would I wear? Well anything I wanted. I could emulate Katie and wear mannish attire. There would be little need to go out much, I wouldn't have to present as a woman. There are so many more gender classifications these days that I could get away with a lot. Two months is long enough for at least one woman's period. Could I cope with that for three days? Could it be worse than my day today? I think about the woman I've known in my life. Katie is an exception, female but never really; ultimately giving it up to be Zach. My mother died when I was five, I remember little of her other from some pictures my Dad kept. His new wife and I did not mesh but she did seem to have my father tamed and fed. I did date some in High School. Each was fun and interesting in her own way but I kept going back to the comradery I had with Katie. I think about the women I served with in the Navy, enlisted and officers. Most did their jobs well. A couple couldn't cut the Navy life but there plenty of guys who didn't belong either. The female sailors ranged from friendly to aloof. Most would give as well as they got and would drink and swear as well the guys. Few would complain when shore leave led us to find the local brothels and it was fun to see them when they had the chance to put on their short dresses and go off to find their own fun. I concluded that in general that I liked woman, lusted after my share but otherwise had few convictions about how the other gender should behave. -4- I dream. I'm watching a group of boys playing tackle football. "Hey." I shout. "Can I play too?" "Ah, girls can't play football." I look down. I'm wearing a skirt. I run onto the field anyway and grab the ball. I run around and all the boys chase me around trying to tackle me. I am at the prom. I'm wearing a full dress this time and being held close by a boy whose face I don't recognize. He leads me from the dance floor and we're in a bedroom. He unzips my dress. I stand naked. I have tits but I also have a cock. The boy runs from the room. I'm standing on a hill looking out on the ocean. The wind is strong and my long hair blows all over my face. I reach up to try and control it. I hear a voice from the bottom of the hill. "Jimmy." It's Zach's voice. I smile. "Jimmy, are you awake?" I am. My dream has blended into conscious life. Jimmy is at the door peeking in. "Do you feel like getting out of bed today?" I take inventory of my body. My body is cooperating this morning. "Yeah Zach. I'm getting up." "Ok. Breakfast is almost ready." I get out of bed and enter the bathroom. As I stand to pee I hold my penis to direct the stream. I am thinking about the night's dream. As I tuck my dick away I know that I've decided. I head down to find Zach. -5- Breakfast this morning is toast and juice but I appreciate the tastes. Zach waits until I finish. "Do we have a plan?" "Yes. I can't go on like this. I want a new life. And I don't care, I don't want to wait. Being a girl for two months can't be worse than being a half-burned dude. I'm all signed up. Let's do this." "Ok Jimmy. I had a hunch when I saw how much pain you were in yesterday." "Can we do it now?" "Well to tell a bad joke there's bad news and good news. The bad news is that I was doing a diagnostic on the machine last night and one of transmitters failed." I am no longer breathing. "The good news is that I can be back from the electronics store in about forty-five minutes with the part we need. Can you wait until this afternoon?" I'm breathing again. "Sure, I can do a few more hours." "Ok, I'll be back before you know it." Zach is heading out. I look around the kitchen. Zach is the kind of dude who'll not do dishes until there are no clean ones left. And he's out of paper plates. I on the other hand am a navy man and one whose job was in a ship's kitchen. I manage to rinse plates, load the dishwasher and wash glasses as well as my injured left arm allows. I don't put anything away just yet as I don't know if Zach has any sort of layout he's used to. If he even cares. Zach returns before I am finished and heads straight down to the lab. I eye the floor but I'm not sure I can adequately maneuver a mop around. I keep looking at the clock and it's close to noon when Zach comes back up. He roots around the fridge for a minute and then pops a couple of hot dogs into the microwave. I'm too nervous to eat. Zach scarfs down the wieners and washes it down with some beer. "Ok, you ready?" I can only nod. -6- In all the time I was growing up and coming to the house Dr. Balckwald's lab was always off limits. Kat and I snuck down there once, before we were teens, when her father was out but when we there one of the inventions made a weird popping sound and we ran out as fast as we could. It was less scary as an adult but still impressive, a combination of machine shop, chemistry lab and electronics bench. Some pieces are covered by tarps as Zach leads me one corner. I see the machine at last. The machine that will purportedly change my life consists of a Plexiglas and metal chamber big enough to hold a person. A pair of articulating arms hold it vertically but look to retract to position the tube horizontally. The base is lined with small antennae that must be the transmitters Zach talked about. The chamber has what any navy man can tell you is an airlock door. The tube has hoses that connect it two metal cylinders marked "GF-3" and the whole rig is connected by electrical cables to an impressive computer array. "Jimmy we're going to take off your clothes and you'll step into the machine. I'll close the door and the chamber will fill with GF-3 as I lower it down to the base. It is has a kind of sweet smell and you'll go to sleep. The gas will turn to a liquid under and then I run the program. When the program is done in about an hour then it all goes in reverse. You wake up and you'll be Abigail. Any questions?" "Can it go wrong?" "I've run the Abigail simulation way more times than I did for this body. The computer has two power backups even if the main power fails. The transmitter I just replaced is actually redundant but I wanted it to be as failsafe as possible. Jimmy is going away but I'm not losing my best friend." I nod ready as I think I can be. Zach helps me take off my clothes and I step into the chamber. I take a last look at my scarred body, at the grafts, at the red spots, at my arms good and bad, at my dick. I nod to Zach and he locks me in. "Thank you." I say although I don't think any sound can escape the chamber. The gas seeps in. It is fragrant with a slightly spicy smell that reminds me of a Thai dish I had when in a port in Asia. The chamber is being eased backward. My body is going dumb. The chamber goes lower and lower. I disappear. -7- Fire, uncontrolled, is a horrible thing. It consumes, it destroys, it devastates. When a body is badly burned there are days upon days of treatment, of debridement's and skin grafts. On the best days the grafts are insensate, dumb to the touch. On the other days they itch, they pull, they cause pain from dull to shooting to agonizing. For six months this has been my world. For six months the only time I have completely escaped from pain is when I slept or I traded it for a narcotic haze. So maybe you can imagine what it's like to wake up and be free of all that. Maybe you can imagine sense of relief, like the end of a long trek, like a joyful revelation. No. Not unless go you through it, you can't really imagine it. The chamber and I are vertical again. The first thing I see is Zach with a huge grin on his face. "Is it good?" I am still taking in just how good it all is. I can only nod. As I do so there is a soft brush of hair against her shoulders. She moves to touch it and I see a female hand raising up. I feel the silky strands flow through her fingers. I look down. The nipples are not where I remember them. They are three inches further from the chest, larger and supported two lovely breasts. The hand moves down to touch one. It tingles at the gentle caress. "Ahem!" I look back at Zach, slightly blushed. "I know you want to explore but there are better places. Can you get out OK?" She nods again. I feel like she can do almost anything. The first steps out of the chamber are slightly awkward as the muscles respond perfectly but with a misremembered placement of the distributed mass. I stop in front of Zach and her hand reaches up to touch his face. It is rough with stubble but his skin is warmer than hers and I let it linger there for a moment. "Would you like to go upstairs and find a mirror?" "Yes." One syllable. Her first. A higher register that I am used. Highest since from when I was a young boy. Almost musical. Zach holds out a silk robe. It is a short kimono style with large flowery print, nothing like Katie would every wear but rather the type that a bachelor might have for an overnight visitor. She pauses. I am in the body of a nude woman standing before an attractive man. There is no shame, no sense of embarrassment. Katie is my first, if not lover, then the one who released me from my virginity. She was my best friend for a dozen years. Zach is this body's designer. He knows its parameters better than I. He was there at its birth moments ago. And she likes the way he looks at her. I slip into the robe and she ties the sash. Soft fabric caresses soft skin. Zach leads me up and she climbs the stairs effortlessly. A sharp contrast to the way I came down. I notice the bounce of her breasts as she moves. Strange but wonderful. We pass through the kitchen. The smells are different, more acute. The scent of bread, something gone stale. We pass through the pantry to a former bedroom turned utility room. A large antique mirror beckons. It's time to meet Abigail. Before we go in Zach asks. "Do you want me to leave?" "No." I'm not ready to be alone yet. I step before the mirror and gasp. I love her at first sight. Her honey brown hair falls below her shoulders. Her eyes are brown also, shading towards hazel. Her nose, cheeks and lips symmetrical, inviting. If she is smaller than Jimmy than it is not by much. While Jimmy was average in height then Abigail will top most women. The kimono hides her torso but her arms and legs are long and toned. I scrutinize her features, not to look for flaws but to soak in the body I will wear in the upcoming weeks. "I based her on a star college volleyball player." Zach states, unbidden. It strikes me that much of the genomic database must contain the scans of athletes. I direct her hands down to the sash. She loosens it, leans her arms back and shrugs it off her shoulders. The reveal is spectacular. With her shoulders back her breasts lift high, pink nipples on red brown areolas. Below she curves inward to a taut waist and outwards again with womanly hips. Her legs are long and toned. I can see how this girl would excel at jumping and spiking. I turn her body to get a view of her behind. A pretty rump befitting a C-cup body. An ass that will show off nicely. I extend her hand down to confirm the void between her legs. Past the full patch of downy hair there is no longer the dangle of a penis. No balls press against her thighs. A light pass of her finger gives notice of the sensitivity of her outer lips. I pull her back deciding that further exploration can wait for a more private moment. Zach laughs as I twirl her body and I feel the dual sensation of the flight of her hair and the tug of her breasts. I cock my hip, placing one hand on it and raise the other leg. Her balance is excellent. Zach laughs again as I lift her hair with both hands as if posing for a nudie magazine. Having grown up with Katie I could see why she would be attracted to this girl. Abigail could dress down and compete with the boys and then dress up to be a fox. A woman who would be comfortable with feminine things without compromising the strength of will that had been Katie's hallmark. I don't know if Kat would have ultimately been happy as her, knowing that at the last moment she rejected it in favor of becoming a man. But I was sure that for now this was a far better body than the one I woke up with this morning. Suddenly I stagger as if the energy has left my body. Jimmy rushes to steady me. "That's the ending of the adrenaline rush from the conversion. It happened to me too. You are going to get sleepy real soon but it went away for me after the first night." It is early afternoon but I can feel what Zach is saying. He places the kimono over my shoulders and supports my body. I lean in as he places an arm around my waist and leads me up the stairway. I can feel Abigail appreciating the strength of his arm and the relative warmth of his body. I expect to turn right as we reach the upstairs hall but instead we go left to the door of what I remember as Katie's room. "This is Abigail's room now. You are welcome to it as long as you like." He opens the door. "Sleep well." I feel the soft kiss of his lips on her forehead.