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Beware the Wrath of Neptune
Part 2 - A coda
After our alarming experiences on-board ship, it was a relief for Amanda
and I to check-in at a boringly conventional hotel. Even the fact that I
was now a pregnant woman in a lesbian relationship with my ex-wife
seemed small beer by comparison with what had gone before. After all it
isn't every day that a mythological God turns out to be real and,
because he is particularly short-tempered owing to a toothache, strikes
you down with a curse! However that is what had happened to Amanda and I
- along with many others - and I was now stuck in female form until
after the birth of my baby. Sex as a woman is amazing; I only wish I had
thought to take precautions before embracing it so enthusiastically!
Amanda and I, in planning our holiday, had allowed time for us to
explore San Francisco, so our flight back to the UK wasn't for another
four days. We tried, as best we could, to behave like any other tourists
and enjoy ourselves in this fabulous city. We did all the usual things;
took a ride on the trolley car - (Amanda insisted I sit demurely inside,
which was frustrating as the 'John' side of me had always had an
ambition to ride on the steps like every other red-blooded male!); made
an excursion to the Golden Gate Bridge; took the ferry to Alcatraz
Island; and so on.
Finally the day came when we were due to fly home to the UK. Our long,
extended holiday was finally over. It hadn't turned out as we had
anticipated, but no one could ever say it had been boring!
On arrival at Heathrow, we took a taxi back to our riverside apartment
and collapsed exhausted on the bed. Now that we were back in the UK, the
enormity of what faced us came into sharp focus. Leaving aside the fact
that I, as a man, had never envisaged becoming pregnant, Amanda and I
had never considered starting a family. Although we both have well-paid
and interesting jobs, Amanda earns far more than me and therefore we had
sort of concluded that she couldn't afford to stop work and have a baby.
However, now she didn't have to; I was the one going to give birth and,
as Amanda said, "I can easily support us without you having to worry
about brining in an income." So for the next eight months at least, I
was going to be a 'stay-at-home, expectant Mum'!
The first thing we did was to thoroughly research what I should - and,
more importantly, shouldn't - be doing whilst pregnant. So, no more
alcohol; much more thought about what I eat; regular but not too
strenuous exercise; and so forth. (Fortunately I don't smoke!) After a
few weeks we sort of got into the hang of it. I gather I was fortunate
in that I didn't experience 'morning sickness'. In an odd way I started
to enjoy my pregnancy, particularly once I felt the baby stirring in my
womb. After a few months my 'baby bump' emerged and my back started to
ache!
At Amanda's suggestion, I attended anti-natal classes and sat alongside
other woman in a similar condition to me. (It was unavoidable that,
after a while, I just had to recognise that for the time being at least
I was a fully functioning female and that I need to think of myself as
such and not as a 'transformed man'.)
The time for our baby's birth approached rapidly - (far to fast for my
liking1) - until, one night, my waters broke and Amanda had to drive me
into hospital. "Don't leave me," I begged her. "I can't go through this
on my own." "Don't worry Darling, I will be by your side, holding your
hand every step of the way," Amanda replied.
I was checked into the Maternity Unit and allocated a bed in a small
side ward to await the birth. Amanda, true to her word, stayed beside me
offering soft calming words. Eventually contractions started and after a
few hours became more frequent and painfully demanding. Amanda summoned
a Midwife and delivery began in earnest. It was the most painful
experience I have ever gone through. Sweat was soon pouring of me and I
was sobbing as I clutched Amanda's hand so tightly that we later
discovered it to be badly bruised.
The contractions were coming one after the other now and the Midwife
urged me to "push dear, as hard as you can." Through gritted teeth I did
as she asked. I thought the torment would never end and then, just as I
felt I could do no more, the Midwife cried out; "There, I can see Baby's
head. Just one more big push." I took a deep breath and heaved with all
my strength. Baby slid forth and the Midwife announced; "You have a
beautiful daughter!" I collapsed back on the pillows exhausted. Then my
daughter was put into my arms, wrapped in a warm towel and suddenly the
struggle and all the pain seemed as nothing. This little scrap of new
humanity was mine; she had developed in my womb. I was filled with a
sense of overwhelming love, so strong it is impossible to describe.
I looked up at Amanda through eyes brimming with tears. She was also
crying as she bent over me to kiss my forehead. "Come and see our
wonderful new daughter," I whispered - and the next little while was
very special and very private.
The baby quickly learned to suckle - I loved giving her my breast - and
after a couple of days we were discharged to go home. Much to my
surprise the three of us soon settled into a routine. Susan - for that
is what we named her - is a very contented child and I managed to cope
with the regular feeds without loosing too much sleep. Amanda of course
had to go back to work, but my company had me registered as being on
maternity leave. (Our protective Goddess, Juno, had altered memories and
records so that everyone I knew ?remembered? me as always having been
female.)
Juno waited three weeks before materialising to see Amanda and me, and,
more importantly, Susan. She arrived in our lounge midway through a
Sunday morning, so our little family was together. I had just finished
feeding and changing Susan when a silvery voice enquired; ?Well, where
is my god-daughter?? Juno had reverted to the form in which we had first
met her. (When we had parted from her on the San Francisco quayside she
had been masquerading as the sorceress Calypso.) I happily handed Susan
over to Juno?s open arms. Although a Goddess, she cooing and fussed over
the baby like any human woman.
Amanda offered Juno a drink. ?We don?t have any Ambrosia I?m afraid? she
said with a grin. ?Would you like tea or coffee, or I could open a
bottle of champagne?? ?Champagne, of course? replied Juno. ?We need to
toast our little one properly!? So champagne it was. Even I allowed
myself a few sips. (I had decided not to drink whilst breast feeding.)
When the toasts were over and Susan had gone to sleep in her carrycot,
the three of us sat down in the lounge. ?Susan is an absolute delight,?
Juno exclaimed enthusiastically. ?Naturally over the years I have been
involved with many human babies - and several offspring of the Gods as
well!? (This last was said with a wry grin!) ?However, Susan is a
?first? in that she has been born of a male and I never experienced that
before!
"Now my dear,? - addressing me - ?as you are once again a single entity
I can complete what I started in San Francisco and revert you to your
true form Naturally I will put all records and memories straight at the
same time.? My face fell. ?But what about Susan, who will feed and care
for her?? I asked anxiously. ?Why Amanda of course,? Juno replied,
equably. ?I can easily activate her mammary glands so that she starts
producing milk. You can become the conventional family you originally
envisaged.? Amanda grimaced. ?I don?t think I would make as good a
mother as Joan,? she said. ?Having spent time as a Dominatrix, some of
those assertive, controlling traits remain with me. To be honest, in our
?lesbian marriage? I am very much the ?husband? and Joan the ?wife?.?
?And how do you feel about that Joan?? Juno enquired. In that instant I
knew exactly what I wanted. ?Is it possible for me to remain as a female
for a bit longer?? I asked. ?Maybe until Susan is weaned, or until she
starts school.? Juno smiled kindly. ?I understand my dear, and yes, of
course that is possible. Whilst you are happy to remain as a woman, you
may retain that form. You can call on me at any time should you decide
to revert to being male.?
Well that was a big relief. I had never envisaged living my life as a
woman, but Susan had changed everything. I want to be her mummy; to see
her grow and develop; and to nurture and teach her. I know Amanda would
do a good job as well, but she is right, my maternal instincts are much
stronger than hers. Tears ran down my cheeks as I thanked Juno. ?I?m not
sure I will ever be ready to give up the privilege of being Susan?s
mummy,? I sobbed, ?but thank you.? Juno put her arms round me in a big
hug. ?May I now ask you a favour?? she enquired. ?Only I would very much
like to be Susan?s Godmother for real and to be an occasional part of
your family life. Would you agree to that??
This request came as a big shock. After all how many babies have a
genuine Goddess as their Godmother! I looked across at Amanda, who
nodded her agreement. ?Of course Juno, it would be a privilege? I said.
?Well, in that case I had better introduce you to ?Auntie June? ? Juno
announced and, with a shimmer, the Goddess disappeared to e replaced by
a slim, attractive, middle-aged lady fashionably dressed in a grey silk
dress. ?E voila? she said with an expansive gesture and a smile!
The three of us spent some time talking about how best to arrange Amanda
and my lives to the best advantage for Susan. It was agreed that as
Amanda earned sufficient to support the family, I should give up work
and become a full-time mother. ?But you don?t want motherhood to become
a chore,? ?Auntie June? said. ?I suggest you hire a live-in maid/nanny
to help with the routine tasks. You, Joan, can devote your time to
providing quality input for Susan. But you mustn?t neglect your
?husband? either. I would be honoured if you would allow me to be your
regular baby-sitter so that you can go out and spend time together.?
This was an amazingly generous offer, which we accepted with alacrity.
Shortly thereafter Juno made her farewells and departed, presumably back
to Mount Olympus! Amanda and I sat quietly, hand in hand, gazing at our
beautiful daughter. ?Are you sure you will be happy with what we have
discussed?? Amanda asked gently. ?It will mean your living a life very
different from what you envisaged. And -? she grinned - ?remember that
from now on I am the ?man? about the house and the dominant one in our
relationship!? I hit her. ?We will see who wears the trousers round
here,? I reposted, ?but yes, I am more that content - in fact I will
love it - to be your ?wife? and mother to Susan.?
So that is how we left it, and that is how things remain to this day.
Susan is now seven, a beautiful little blonde girl. She is doing well at
school and is an absolute joy to Amanda and me. The two of us have
settled into a loving, if different, relationship to the one that
existed when we first met and married. Who knows, one day I may decide
to call Juno and ask her to transform me back into a man. But for the
moment, I don?t ever see that happening. I like being a woman. I love
wearing pretty clothes and Amanda has introduced me to the pleasures of
choosing expensive jewellery. All in all I guess we should be rather
grateful that Neptune had a toothache that fateful day when our cruise
ship crossed the Equator!
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