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The Dark Crystal (revised and updated) by Olivia Evans "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Arthur C. Clarke The Dark Crystal? is a key major component of the standard survival kit of a starship. Intended to be used by shipwrecked survivors to make modifications to their bodies in order to survive in otherwise hostile and deadly. Depending on the environment some changes are merely cosmetic and minor, others involve complete restructuring down to the molecular level. Highly sophisticated, yet simple in appearance, Dark Crystals? are sometimes miss-used for recreation purposes. Chapter One: The Dark Crystal -- the beginning "Oh, my God that feels so good..." The beautiful young woman moaned as she felt the surprisingly hot, thick shaft slowly enter her. She opened her eyes in the dimly lit room to look at her partner, trying to imagine the face of the current video star on the blank, mask like face of the android which had just so exquisitely penetrated her. The Surrogate Sex Partner may have been the greatest invention ever made, but it didn't look like the man it felt like. Of course, it had been designed that way, allowing the owner to imagine that it was anyone she desired. No, she thought, its better with my eyes closed. She closed her eyes again, preferring the mental image her mind provided her, as the android began its rhythmic thrusting. At least it felt like a real person, especially down below where it counted the most. And right now feeling was so much better than seeing anyway. "Slower.., ahhhh..., and a little deeper," she whispered, wrapping her long slender legs around the warm body of the tireless android and pulling it tighter against herself. The thrusts of the artificial penis slowed down slightly and went deeper into the warm moist cavity of the woman's vagina as the android accommodated her command. "Oh, yes....yes, ahhhh, yes," the young woman moaned and opened her eyes again, not seeing the dull flesh colored tones of the synthetic covering of the android, as she surrendered herself completely to her mounting passion. She slowly, deliciously, approached the threshold of her climax, her first ever. Hopefully it would be one of those multiple orgasms that she had read about so many times. "A little faster...," the woman gasped. The android increased its speed to meet her increasingly urgent demands. "Oh, yesss..... I'm commming NOW!" The android, responding to the command code, thrust as deep as its artificial penis would allow and shot a pulsating stream of warm, almost hot, liquid deep into the woman's body. It was as close to duplicating the feel of a man's ejaculation as modern science could devise. To the young woman's inexperienced body, it wasn't close, it was perfect! As the hot liquid splashed against her waiting cervix, coherent speech or thought became impossible as she suddenly exploded through the threshold of mere pleasure and into a series of orgasms that flowed through her body with wave after wave sheer ecstasy. The android's programmed thrusts slowed and stopped briefly, allowing the young woman's momentarily overloaded senses to cool down a little before beginning the cycle again. The woman closed her eyes and gently embraced the android's warm back, savoring the still firm penis inside of her. It was as good... no, it was BETTER than she could have ever imagined. As her exhausted body slowly descended from her passion, she found herself debating if her body could stand another session with the SSP android. She had just reached the conclusion that it would, when the dim lights of the room sudden brightened to their full intensity, bringing an equally sudden squeal of panic from the young woman. In the full light of the room, the harsh reality of the mechanical device made her lusty coitus seem less romantic, almost sleazy and cheap. Her passion rapidly diminishing, she pushed the unresisting android away just as the door opened and an older woman stepped in. "Mom...I, uh..." the young woman stammered when she saw an older woman standing in the doorway. The girl, who just moments before had been at the zenith of her ecstasy, abruptly felt ashamed at what she had just done. The older woman coolly surveyed the two occupants of the room. The android she ignored, it was just a machine, and concentrated her attention on the frightened girl laying sprawled on the floor. She looked about nineteen or twenty, very well built and very attractive. There was no question in the older woman's mind of what had just occurred, she could smell the sweet musk of the girl's passion in the air. It WAS the girl's, of course, androids don't smell, not even the custom designed deluxe models known as Surrogate Sex Partners. The stunned young woman glanced down at her nakedness and abruptly brought her legs together and tried to cover her firm breasts with her hands. Both knew that the demure gesture was too little, too late. "Would you care to explain yourself young man?" the older woman asked after a long pregnant pause. "Uh, Mom... I was just messing around, and I, uh got carried away...and I, uh..," the young woman stammered nervously in her soft feminine voice. She knew that she was in real trouble. "So I see...," the older woman said, then sighed. Her heavy sigh of dismay said far more than her words. It wasn't the fact that her son had used the SSP for sexual stimulation, that WAS, after all, exactly what they were designed for. It wasn't even that he had used it rather than a real partner for his first sexual experience. Experimentation with sex at his age was natural, she knew. It was just that she wished he'd done his experimentation in his true gender, a male, rather than as a female. Of course, that may have been her own fault, she hadn't thought that he would reach this stage quite so soon. If she had had any idea this would happen, she would have ensured a female version of the SSP was included in the ship's equipment. When her son discovered her unfortunate omission, he had used the Dark Crystal, a small device originally intended to adapt a humanoid for survival or life in hostile environments, to change his sex. "You realize that your father will have to be told about this when we arrive home don't you?" the older woman said sternly. The young woman cringed. "But Mom, please don't. He - he wouldn't understand." The older woman smiled to herself. Her son was right, her straight laced husband wouldn't understand. Fortunately she did, she liked a little variety in sex herself. Especially when her husband wasn't home. What he didn't know... "I know I shouldn't have used the SSP without your permission. I'm really sorry, mom," the girl said fighting back her tears. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," the older woman said. "If you behave yourself for the rest of the trip, we'll just forget this happened, alright?" Sensing that her sentence of disclosure to her father had been suspended, the young woman allowed herself to relax a bit. "I promise Mom, I'll behave myself." The older woman looked sternly at her transformed son for a moment longer. She knew that he would keep his word, but just wanted to give the impression that she was debating his answer. Finally after what seemed forever to the young woman, she sighed. "Alright, I guess that I'll have to trust..." There was a loud bang and a sudden jerking motion to the normally stable deck. Both mother and son listened for a second, waiting to hear the dreaded hiss of escaping air. Hearing nothing out of the ordinary, the mother continued, knowing that the sturdy ship would hold for a moment. "As I was saying, I guess that I'll just have to trust you to keep your word." "I will Mom. Honest," the young girl said sincerely as she slowly stood up. Her son's female body was as tall as she was, with long shapely legs, large full breasts and soft voluptuous curves that made her almost envious of her son's youth. The blue eyed blonde's hair, styled in a "ship's cut", was short, almost too short for a female, but necessary for ship board life. To compensate for the short hair, the girl had pierced her ears and was wearing gold hoop earrings. She wondered where he had found the pattern to copy it from, unaware that he had fed a hologram copy of a model in an advertisement he'd found in an old story cube. An advertisement made before the current fad of stick thin, flat chested girls became popular. "Humph, well, we'll see, Dear. Now go clean up and change," she paused and smiled thoughtfully. "Unless you would rather remain in that body until we reach home?" "Uh, no. I don't think I want to be a female any longer," the girl looked embarrassed at the thought, even though the changer had include a mood alteration sub-program to reduce the stress of major physical alterations to prevent that very reaction. "No?" the mother raised her eyebrow. "No," the girl said more firmly, "I think that I like being a boy better, it's uh, more convenient." "Except when you want to experiment a little, right, honey?" the mother teased. The young woman's blush grew deeper. "Pity you won't change your mind. You did a really good job on yourself. You're a very attractive young lady." "Aww, Mom," the chagrined young woman said, still blushing bright red, but in some strange way feeling very pleased by the compliment. She squeezed by her mother and out into the short passage way to her cabin. The older woman watched the naked young woman as she walked barefoot down the passage way, her hips swaying in time with her long blonde hair. He certainly has an interesting taste in what he considered to be the perfect female form, she thought smiling to herself. A little busty, but that was understandable in a boy his age, they had no idea how much of a pain large breasts could literally be. Shaking her head in amusement at the unconscious feminine wiggle in her son's shapely rear, the older woman turned to go in the other direction toward the ships bridge. She had to find out what had caused the sudden jolt a few minutes ago. She hoped that it wasn't anything too serious. "MOM! Come here! Quick!" Alarmed by the tone of fear in her transformed son's feminine voice, she abruptly turned and rushed to his side. "Look!" the young woman said shakily, pointing a long slender finger at a recessed control panel next to his closed and sealed compartment door. Red lights lit up the panel. They should have been all green, the mother knew. Seeing the solid red panel confused her for a moment, if there had been a loss of air only one or two red lights would have been lit. But all of them? What did that mean? She didn't know and it scared her. Both mother and transformed son rushed to the control room, neither paying any attention to the nakedness of the younger. The mother sat down in one of the two chairs fixed to the floor in front of the master panel. She flipped a switch and looked at a dark screen expectantly. It flickered brightly then went dark again. "Shit," she swore, flipping another switch. The screen remained dark. "What's happening Mom?" the young woman asked, sensing her mother's apprehension. "The visual monitors in your cabin are dead as are the other sensors. Short of forcing the door open, there's only one other..." She flipped another switch and the screen, filled with stars, lit up a second later. Grunting softly in satisfaction that the ship hadn't lost all of its visual monitors, the mother twisted a small knob. As they watched, the stars began to move. "This one's mounted on the strut right below your cabin honey. Maybe we can see something from outside..," Her voice trailed off as a huge hole in the side of the ship came into view. "Son of a Bitch! Look at the size of that hole!" "Don't swear darling," the mother said automatically. She punched a few buttons on the flight computer, and waited while the machine ran a diagnostic check of the ship. She wanted to chew her knuckles while during the dreadfully long wait. She wanted to, but refrained, knowing that her son was already very close to panic. She bit her lower lip instead and wondered what had happened and where the missing compartment had gone. She was just beginning to taste blood when the computer completed its check and chimed. She quickly scanned the reports and relaxed slightly. Some FO (foreign object), a piece of space junk probably, had hit the ship with enough force to rip part of it away. It was serious but not life threatening, and repairable. The tough little ship had been designed for mishaps exactly like this, after all. The worse part was that they would have to slow the ship's speed to about half. Half speed, when talking faster than light speeds didn't double their travel time, it extended it by a factor of four or slightly more than six months. Air, food and water were not a problem, so she wasn't concerned about that, it was the extra time she minded. It could have been worse, she knew, much worse, the part that had been lost had been her son's berthing compartment. It was lucky that he'd been in the exercise room getting laid.... Exactly what she planned for herself, as soon as the repairs had been made. Getting laid by an SSP was the second best way to relieve tension she knew of. A thought suddenly occurred to her. As calmly as she could she turned to her sexy looking son. "Darling, where did you, uh... change before you..." "In my compartment. Why?" the young woman asked not immediately connecting the question and the jagged hole in the side of the ship. Her mother nodded toward the monitor. "If I'd been in there when..," the girl said relieved that she had been occupied elsewhere. A sudden look of horror crossed the young woman's face when she realized that the only changer on board had been in the missing compartment. "The changer...," she whispered. "It's gone, Honey. I'm sorry," her mother stroked her transformed son's soft blonde hair as the young girl burst into tears. Seeing the look of distress on her son's attractive face, she smiled ruefully. "Honey, there are a lot worse things to be right now than a healthy young female that's still alive." "But mom, I don't want to be a female for the next six months," the girl said, trying unsuccessfully to fight back her tears. Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. You'll just have to remain a female until we get home. Now stop your crying, we've got work to do so we CAN get home. " The young woman nodded and sniffed her running nose a few times. As embarrassing as the thought that she would have to remain a girl for the rest of the voyage was, it took a distant second to the safety of the ship and themselves. "Okay Mom, what do we need to do first?" The older woman glanced at the status reports on the computer screen again. While serious repairs were necessary, the situation wasn't life threatening. They didn't need to hurry. "First thing we need to do is find some clothing for that sexy body of yours," she smiled, eyeing her son's shapely body. "I think I can alter a few pairs of my ship's coveralls to fit. But girl, where are we going to find a bra big enough to hold those boobs of yours?" "A bra?" "Darling, I think that you'll find that what some men find most attractive about a woman, a large bust, isn't necessarily the most comfortable thing in the world. Especially when the boobs are hanging from your own chest." The young woman looked down at her large, well-formed breasts. She cupped them in her hands as though she was trying to estimate their weight. When the SSP had been playing with the astonishingly sensitive mounds of flesh she had actually wished that they had been even bigger. She almost regretted her rash impulse when she modified the changer's program to increase the size of the model's big boobs. A small part of her mind however, remembered the phenomenal sensations the SSP had aroused when it expertly fondled her large breasts. In spite of her desire to return to her own male body, she could feel a small tingle of anticipation in her nipples at the thought of six more months of pleasure. "It's going to be a long trip home," the girl sighed, wondering if the android would survive the trip as well. Her mother couldn't agree with her son more, it was going to be a long trip. She just hoped that the sanitary supplies on board were sufficient for two females. It was a concern that she really didn't have to worry about. Her husband had been unsuccessfully trying to get her to have another child for years. She had always refused saying that it had taken this long for her to regain her figure after having their son. "If you want another child so much, then why don't YOU have it! Either that or talk your mistress into getting pregnant!" She had coldly told her husband several days before she and her son had departed to see her mother. She threw her stunned husband another cold look and stormed out of the room, leaving him to wonder how she had found out about his mistress. I have it indeed! Her husband thought, and after she had agreed to be the sole mother of the family! Harrumph! We'll just see about that! Unknown to either herself or her son, her husband, who knew that his wife rarely took her birth control injections when she went to see her parents, had secretly substituted a number of vials of frozen semen for the normally inert liquid the SSP used to simulate ejaculation. The semen would be injected into his wife beginning with third time she used the services of the SSP and would continue to do so until it ran out. He had calculated that by the time his wife used the SSP for the third time, sufficient time for his wife's injections to wear off would have passed and she would be fertile again. He had smiled in satisfaction when his wife and son took off, gleefully aware that when they returned, his wife would be pregnant again and he would have his wish for another son. Unfortunately, it hadn't been his wife, but his transformed son who had used the SSP for the third time on the trip. After an initial awkward period, the two lonely women took turns using the SSP almost daily. It was going to be a long trip and they had to have something to amuse them. For a while, the SSP did the job quite nicely. It was well over two months later that the supply of frozen semen finally ran out. By then it was too late for either of the two very fertile females. Although his mother had fallen victim to her husband's rather nasty plot later the same day of the accident, his transformed son had been the first to be impregnated. By the time the small ship reached the parking cradle at their home slightly over six months after the accidents, the two female occupants were very pregnant and very angry at being used in such a manner, unintentional as it may have been for one of them. They were determined to even the score with their husband/father. They had discussed it at length during the trip after they had discovered their startling condition. They knew exactly what they wanted to do and how they would do it. It was two months after they had returned home before they decided it was time to initiate their revenge on their husband/father. The mother mixed the drug that would ensure her husband would sleep the night through. They waited until he was asleep and used a changer on him, not to change him completely into a female, but giving him a set of ovaries and a uterus, a womb of his own. That wasn't all they needed to have their revenge, however. The second stage came when they re-adjusted the carefully worked out settings of the changer and re-routed a single small tube attached to one of his testicles. It now no longer entered his prostate gland but lead directly into his new womb. Another tube was attached leading from one of the ovaries back into his prostate gland. An ovum being released would have to pass through the sperm rich gland before passing thorough the urethra. The whole operation took less than two minutes, and they were satisfied that they had managed the changes without either his knowledge or changing the outward appearance of his now highly modified but still functional male organs. Now, whenever he had sex with his mistress, the chances that an egg would be fertilized and planted were doubled. Their revenge would also be doubled. Mother and son watched late one night, just before the birth of their babies, as their sex starved father/husband sneaked out of the house to see his mistress. Satisfied that it would be only a matter of time, they returned to their rooms and waited for the birth of their babies and the results of their careful planning. Neither were aware that they unknowing made him one of the most famous men in the history of the Galaxy. Nor would they have cared if they had known. He was the first, but strangely not the last, male to follow that age old insult, "Go fuck yourself!" to its ultimate conclusion by giving birth to triplets! His mistress, who had thought she had been safe with her birth control injections, had been just as surprised to find her own stomach starting to swell along with her lover's. She gave birth to twins three days later. The compartment, along with the FO that had removed it from the ship with almost surgical precision, fell toward the blue-green planet and established a decaying orbit. Dropping lower with each revolution, it took nearly a year to touch the upper most reaches of the atmosphere. The foreign object, just a chunk of rock really, burned up almost immediately. The compartment and its contents was better protected by the outer hull as it rapidly reached the melting point of ordinary steel. Designed for high temperature approaches the metal reached that point and more. It might have landed in one piece except for one thing, the protection was mainly on one side of the tumbling mass. As the less well protected sides of the compartment hit the air stream in turn, the compartment started to disintegrate. By an odd quirk of fate (and fortunately for our story) the device that had changed a young man into a voluptuous young woman landed undamaged on a stretch of beach not far from a small vacation home Chapter Two: "John and Christopher" "Gee, Daddy look at that one!" the young boy exclaimed excitedly as the last dying embers of the compartment streaked across the sky. "That sure was a big one, wasn't Daddy?" the young boy's older sister said echoing her brother's excitement. "Sure was, Honey," their father said. He leaned against the back of the beach chair he was sitting in and looked affectionately at his two children. Right at this moment, John Robbins considered himself to be the luckiest man alive. He had his own business that was doing well enough for him to rent a very expensive beach house for a two week vacation, a beautiful wife, Karen who hadn't lost any of her beauty in over eight years of marriage and, in some ways best of all, two wonderful children. Christopher, or Chris as he was usually called was five, and had fine blond hair like his father, his sister Wendy, also blonde and just barely seven, were both bright, healthy and energetic kids who actually liked each other. A sharp contrast to his own childhood where it seemed that he and his sisters were always competing with each other. John looked at the dying embers of the camp fire they had built to warm the cool night air and sighed. It was time to go back inside. "Okay, guys, time to go inside." When the expected chorus protests died down, John repeated the command. "It's past your bedtimes. Now I don't want any arguments tonight." Knowing he was right, after all children of seven and five do wear themselves out once in a while, the two youngster started to pick up the towels they had been sitting on. John folded up the beach chair and looked out at the moonlit ocean. A light breeze was starting to come in from off shore, a gentle forewarning of the heavy storm that had been predicted for the next day. He glanced at the still glowing coals of their fire. He didn't think that there would be any danger of the fire spreading, but just to be on the safe side... "Chris? Why don't you get your bucket and bring some water back to throw on the fire?" Christopher, obviously beaming with pride that he'd been given a "man's" job, picked up his sand bucket and ran down to the gently rolling surf a short distance away. John watched in the moonlight to make sure his son was safe as he waded out a few feet and scooped up a bucket of water. When Chris was safely back on the sandy beach, John turned his attention toward Wendy, who was carefully folding up the towels. Had he been watching his son, he would have notice him stop, pick up a small object from the sand and place it in the pocket of his shorts. "Is that enough water, Daddy? Or should I go get some more?" Chris asked as he carefully poured the bucket of water on the hissing embers. John stirred the now cold embers with a stick. Detecting no signs of live coals, he shook his head. "Just enough partner, the fire is now officially - out!" His pronouncement brought cheers from his two companions. "Okay, guys, let's go see if Mom has made us that hot chocolate she promised." John grinned to himself as the two excited youngsters ran screaming in delighted anticipation of the promised hot chocolate. As the little family of four sat at the table sipping the hot chocolate, it was obvious to the two adults that there wouldn't be any arguments about going to bed this night. Both kids were fighting to keep their eyes open. "Maybe we should just skip the showers tonight," John suggested to no one in particular. "Not on your life," Karen interjected. "I just put clean sheets on and I'd like to have at least one day without beach sand in the beds." "Okay, who gets the first shower?" John sighed, knowing that his wife was right. The question usually brought on a round of "Me's", tonight however, Wendy deferred to her younger brother. "Chris can go first, he's more tireder than me," she said stating the obvious. "Chris it is then! Okay partner, time to drink up and head for the showers," John told his young son. Chris, too tired to argue went toward the bathroom. "I'll go turn on the water for him," Karen said rising from her chair to follow her son. "While you're doing that, I'll wash out the cups," John said picking up the empty cups from the table. In the bathroom, Karen turned on the water and adjusted the temperature of the shower. That was the main reason she'd offered to turn on the shower, she didn't want either of her children to become scalded by water that was too hot. Wendy could adjust the water by herself, and normally Chris could too, but tonight he was so tired that he was almost walking in his sleep. She watched her young son as he first pulled his t-shirt over his head then pulled his shorts off. His clothing, clean when he had changed just after dinner, now looked pretty grungy. It was amazing that little boys could get so dirty in such a few short hours. The start of another wash load she sighed, picking up the soiled clothing. Out of habit gained through long experience with John she automatically felt the pocket of the shorts. She had found some amazing stuff in Chris's pockets at times, nothing as exotic as a dead frog yet, but then again, he was still young. Her hand closed on a solid feeling cylindrical object about the size of a tube of lipstick. Curious what he had found this time, Karen removed it and glanced briefly at the quartz crystal like object. Thinking it was another rock that he had found for his current hobby, she placed it on the edge of the sink. "Okay Chris, time to get out so your sister can get in." Chris obediently got out of the shower and stood still while his mother rubbed him briskly with a towel. She handed him his pajamas and waited while he pulled them on. Satisfied that he could navigate the short distance to the bedroom he shared with his sister, Karen called for Wendy. Chris, with his eyes half closed, headed toward the bathroom door, picking up the object he'd found on the beach as he passed by the sink. Not having any pockets in his pajamas, he carried it in his hand until he reached his bed. Carefully depositing the crystal safely under his pillow, Chris climbed into the twin sized bed and almost instantly fell asleep. A short while later, his sister also freshly showered entered the bedroom wearing a long cotton nightgown and crawled into her own bed. She too, fell asleep almost instantly. Their mother stuck her head inside the room and watched her two sleeping children for a second before smiling and closing the door. "You know honey, I've been thinking," Karen said snuggling closer to John on the couch and stared into the fireplace at the small fire. The fire in the fireplace was just large enough to take the slight ocean chill out of the room. They'd both had a glass of wine after the children had gone to bed and Karen was obviously in a cuddly mood. "About what dear?" John raised his eyebrow and looked wearily at his wife. When she started a conversation like that it generally meant more work for him. The last time had been to remodel their kitchen. They ate out a lot during that project. "Oh, nothing much in particular," John knew he was really in trouble now. "It's just that I've been doing a lot of thinking about you and the children." John waited in silence wondering where this strange conversation was leading. "I've been thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like you for a husband. You're a good father to the children, handsome, strong and terrific in bed. And how good our children are." "Most of the time," John interjected with a smile. Karen nodded her head in agreement. "Wouldn't be nice if we had another baby, say maybe another girl?" The question didn't exactly take John by surprise, he was observant enough to see the signs that she wanted another baby. Not that they were all that subtle, Karen would stop and admire every baby within two hundred feet whenever they went out shopping. Either that or she would look enviously at every pregnant woman that she saw. "I suppose that another girl would be nice, but how about giving the other side another player and have a boy instead?" Karen sat upright and smiled at her husband. "Do you mean that you're saying yes?" "Well, I don't know, I mean can we afford it?" John said as though he was thinking out loud. "I suppose that we could sell the car to pay the doctor and maybe we might have to go on welfare for a few months to buy baby clothing, or I could find a night job as well as the business..." Karen listen to her husband for a few seconds before she realized she was being teased. She playfully punched her husband on his broad shoulder, bringing a pained sounding "Ouch". "Just for that lady, I'm going to punish you." "Oh, how?" Karen raised an eyebrow. John stood and loomed over his wife sitting on the couch. He reached down and picked her up easily and started to walk to the bedroom. "How am I going to punish you, you ask? Easy, I'm going to take you to our bedroom, throw you on the bed and ravish you until you're either pregnant or I die of exhaustion! Since you're on the pill, I have a feeling that the latter will happen first." Karen gave a little squeal of delighted anticipation. She wondered when she would tell him that she had already decided to have another baby and had been off the Pill for nearly a month. She kissed her husband and laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her easily in his strong arms toward the bedroom. Tomorrow would be soon enough, she decided, after she had been sufficiently ravished, of course. Karen smiled at her husband's sleeping form. Exhaustion had hit him after the second round of making love. Right after they had finished, Karen normally would go to the bathroom to allow the excess semen to drain before going to sleep. Tonight however, as she had when they had conceived Wendy and Chris, she had pulled on the tightest pair of panties she owned and left the pillow under her hips. She wanted as much of John to remain in her as long as possible. Knowing that spermatozoa can stay alive for up to 48 hours in a woman's vagina, she figured that morning would be enough time for one of the little wigglers to reach its target. She stroked her husband's strong back affectionately one last time before falling asleep. John was awakened out of a sound sleep by a small hand shaking him on the shoulder. Prying one sleep filled eye open, he recognized the small shadowy figure as his son, Chris. "Daddy, wake up.... Daddy, wake up," Chris repeated. "What's the matter Chris?" "I have to go to the bathroom and I can't find it," the small boy said urgently. "Chris I'm surprised at you. You know where the bathroom is." "But Daddy, please..." Chris's voice was urgent. "Okay partner, I'll help you find it," John sighed, getting out of bed and pulling on the shorts he'd worn the day before. He did it as quietly as possible not wanting to awaken Karen, unaware that like most mothers she had awaken at the first sound of her son's voice. Chris grabbed his father's hand and allowed himself to be lead to the bathroom. John flipped on the light and was surprised to see that the small foot stool Chris used to stand on when he went to the bathroom was already positioned in front of the toilet. "Okay, Chris here you are. Now hop up on the stool, pull your pants down and let's take care of business. I would like to get some sleep tonight." Chris stepped onto the stool with an urgency that confirmed his need to urinate. John watched as his son pulled his pajama bottoms down and reach down to aim. "I still can't find it!" Chris started to cry. John started to say that the toilet was right in front of him, when his sleep dulled mind suddenly realized Chris had been referring to something else. John stepped beside his son and looked down at his son's groin. In the bedroom Karen had been half awake, listening to John and Chris in the bathroom. When she heard the strained, "Please Daddy hurry! I really have to go." coming from her young son, she had the feeling that something wasn't right. She heard the toilet seat being put down and a bare second later, a stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet. She relaxed momentarily, starting to drift back to sleep. Her sense that something was dreadfully wrong slammed back into her mind when she heard her husband, more stressed than she'd ever heard him before, give the terse commands, "Now use a wad of toilet paper to wipe yourself... No, the other way, from back to front.... That's right...." Suddenly more curious than concerned, Karen got out of bed and tip-toed to the bathroom. Standing just outside the door, she looked in. Chris was sitting on the toilet wiping himself, but he was reaching down between his legs rather than from the rear as he usually did when he needed toilet paper. She glanced at her husband. She couldn't see his face but could tell by the way he was standing that he was upset about something. Upset or not, he was obviously trying hard not to show it in front of Chris. "All done?" John asked, his voice close to the verge of cracking. Karen shifted her attention back to her son who had nodded and was just beginning to stand. She followed his movements as he reached down to pull up his pajama bottoms. She suddenly checked the face of her child again, not sure if hadn't actually been Wendy rather than Chris who had come in to the bedroom. It was her son, but somehow in the short period of time between when he had taken his shower and now, he had lost his penis and testicles! His adolescent hairless groin now was a virtual duplicate of his sister's! "Okay partner, wash your hands and go back to bed," John said looking even paler than he had a few minutes ago. Chris obediently washed and dried his hands and started to leave the bathroom. He walked out the door and bumped into his mother who had been standing just outside the door in stunned silence. "Love you, Mommy," Chris said as he gave his mother a hug around her legs. Karen resisted the strong urge to grab her son's crotch to confirm what she thought she had just seen. It was all she could to find her voice to answer, "Love you too honey." Chris released his mother and continued on his way to his room and back to bed, neither noticing nor caring that his mother was wearing nothing but a pair of bikini panties that were slightly damp in the crotch. "John? John, did I just see what I thought I saw?" Karen whispered to her husband. He had been standing frozen in place just staring at the toilet. "I hope to God that this is just a bad dream," John said more to himself than to his wife. Sensing that he was going to start crying, Karen stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. "John? What happened? Did Chris injure himself or something?" John shook his head, what he'd seen, what they had both seen, had looked perfectly natural, if they had been looking at their daughter rather than there son. "No, I think that something has somehow changed him into a girl." "A girl?" Karen asked bewildered and stunned by her husband's confirmation of what she'd seen herself. "But how, why?" For the first time since she had known John, he didn't have a logical explanation. Karen shivered, not sure if it was from the cold or from shock. "Let's go back to bed, honey. There's nothing we can do about it tonight." John nodded numbly and allowed his wife to lead him back to their bed. -0-0-0- The only members of the Robbins family that got any sleep that night were Wendy and her now transformed brother Chris. John and Karen had laid awake for most of the remainder of the night, listening in silence to the wind. Karen got up once to go to the bathroom, leaving her panties off when she return, her careful plans to conceive another child forgotten for the moment. Finally a bare hour before dawn, Karen broke the strained silence. "We'll take him to the doctor in the village, maybe she'll have an answer." "And if she doesn't?" John asked. "Then we'll just have to take it from there." When they finally awoke from their disturbed half sleep, it was late the next morning and to the sounds of the television in the next room. John opened an eye and peered at the alarm clock, it was after six. He mentally calculated the amount of sleep he'd had, between making love to his wife and taking Chris to the bathroom... Chris! He jumped out of bed and hastily pulled his shorts on again. He stopped his head long rush just before he entered the combination living room dining room where the children were watching cartoons. Not wanting to scare the kids, John walked as casually as he could into the room. "Hi guys, up early again I see," he said. "Have anything to eat yet?" Wendy pointed to the table, her eyes never leaving the television screen. John glance at the table and saw the remains of the breakfast, cold cereal and milk, the two had eaten. From the looks of it they had been up for at least an hour. John sat down on the couch, positioned so that he could observe his children without being obvious about it. He carefully studied his son, trying to see if last night had been nothing more than a bad dream after all. Chris, wearing the shorts and t-shirt that was almost his summer uniform, was sitting cross legged in front of the TV. John couldn't tell, but he thought Chris looked a little smaller, a little more delicate, and more feminine than he had the day before. The most notable change was his naturally blonde hair. It was a little darker, slightly longer and much neater than normal. It looked almost as though he'd recently had a haircut, a very expensive style from the look of it. Over all, Chris looked so normal that John wasn't sure that the changes he thought he saw were just products of a bad dream. Wendy and John became aware of Karen standing behind him at the same time. "Hi Mommy. Did you know that Chris lost his pee-pee and became a girl last night?" Wendy innocently asked. Her casual remark hit the two adults like a sledge hammer. John could only stare at his son while Karen nodded and sat down heavily beside her husband. "Yes dear, we know," she said softly as though she was afraid the she would begin screaming. "We're going to have to take him to the doctor because of it." Chris glanced up at his parents and smiled, aware that he was the topic of conversation, but not quite sure why they were making a fuss about it. What was wrong with being a girl? He had asked himself when Wendy had made the discovery earlier that morning. After all, Wendy was a girl and she didn't seem to mind it in the least. Besides, he liked his sister and thought she was a neat person. He didn't mind the thought of being a girl, if he could be just like her. Although the idea of having to sit to go to the bathroom all the time made him feel a little funny. But that was alright too he supposed, Wendy and Mommy both had to and it didn't seem to bother them any. "Chris, come here, please," Karen asked her son. Chris reluctantly rose from his sitting position and walked to his mother still keeping one eye on the television. Karen pulled the small child into her lap and hugged him tightly. Tears began to form in her eyes. Chris, surprised at the sudden tearful reaction, reached up and wiped a tear away from her cheek. "Why are you crying Mommy?" he asked. "Are you sad about something?" Karen shook her head, unable to answer. John watching the two feeling as sick as his wife looked at the moment. He hated to ask, but had to, "Chris, do you know what happened to you last night?" "Sure," the child shrugged, looking at his father with large serious eyes. "I became a girl just like Mommy and Wendy." "What do you think -- how do you feel about it?" John, shaken by the casual attitude of his transformed son, asked. "Okay I guess," he said doubtfully. Chris looked up at his mother who by now was crying harder. "Mommy, does this mean that I get to wear panties and girl's stuff like dresses, just like Wendy does?" "Until we can find a way to make you a boy again, I guess so," his mother replied. Chris just nodded. "Chris?" John waited until his son's attention was turned to him again. "I want you to think carefully about what happened" "Okay." "Have you been taking any kind of pills? Say the ones in that pink plastic container your mother keeps her birth control pills in?" Wide eyed at the suggestion that he had done something like that, Chris shook his head. "John, that wouldn't have caused this and you know that Chris doesn't like to take even baby aspirin. Besides, I ran out of birth control pills a month ago." John glanced at his wife, knowing she was right about Chris not liking to take any kind of medication. He suddenly realized what she had just said. "You ran out a month ago?" "John, we'll talk about that later, okay?" Karen smiled faintly. John stared at this wife for a moment and then turned his attention back to his son. "Chris, do you have any idea how this happened to you?" John made one last attempt, knowing that it was futile to ask a five year old boy how he had changed overnight into a girl. Chris surprised him however. "Sure, I think the stone did it when I was sleeping." "Stone? What stone is that?" "The one I found last night," Chris answered truthfully. "I think it's magical," he added, his five year old mind trying to provide a rational explanation to something that even he knew was impossible. "The one you found last night?" John sat back and regarded his son for a second, not sure if it was just another unusual piece of rock, his "magic" stones, he was always collecting or that Chris had guessed correctly. "Honey, were is this stone now?" Karen asked. "Under my pillow?" he said doubtfully. He couldn't remember seeing it there when he had gotten up. "Want me to go find it?" "I'll go find it for you," John said when he saw his wife tighten her hold around Chris, unwilling to give up the comfort of his warm little body. He may have been transformed into a girl, but he was still her child and right now he needed her, almost as much as she needed him. John rose, walked into the children's bedroom and to Chris's bed. He picked the pillow up and looked for the "magic" rock. The sheets were bare. John got down on his hands and knees and searched under the bed, thinking that the rock or whatever it was, had fallen off the bed during the night. Still nothing. Knowing that his son wouldn't lie to him, John ran his hand down between the sheets of the rumpled bed. His fingers encountered a solid object. The "magic" stone? He wondered as he grasped it firmly and pulled it out of its hiding place. He stepped over to the window, wanting to see it in the best possible light. Holding it in his hand, John careful inspected the object. For all intents and purposes it looked like nothing more than a large piece of smoky colored quartz crystal with gold wires wrapped tightly around one end. Protruding from the end with the wires there was a small loop of wire about the diameter of a pencil. I t reminded him of something he'd seen before but couldn't remember where. Taking the crystal back to the living room, John sat down and held the crystal in front of Chris. "Is the 'magic rock' you're talking about?" he asked. Chris nodded. "I saw that last night when Chris was taking his shower," Karen provided. She looked closer at the object in her husband's hand. It too reminded her of a necklace, Karen however knew where she had seen one just like it. It was one of those "good luck" crystal necklaces she'd seen in tabloid advertisements, only larger. She suddenly realized that if Chris was telling the truth, then John was in terrible danger. "Honey, if that is what changed Chris into a girl, then I think you'd better be careful with it," Karen warned. Unfortunately she hadn't thought about the possible danger to John soon enough, the change had started the instant he fingers had touched the crystal in the bedroom. "Uh, maybe you're right," John said hastily giving the crystal to his wife. She carefully placed it on the cushion of the couch next to her. "Well, what are we going to do now?" John asked. "I think the first thing we need to do is go to the village and see the Doctor." As they stood up to get the girls ready, the crystal slipped between the cushions of the couch. -0-0-0- "I'm sorry, but the doctor had to go to the city for a few days," the nurse in the doctor's office said. "She'll be back, uh... let me see," she checked a calendar pad on her desk. "Friday." "Friday? But that's four days from now," John complained. "Well, if it's an emergency, there's always the hospital in Weaverville." Weaverville was a four hour drive from the small ocean front village over a winding mountain road. A fairly easy, but long, trip in their Jeep Cherokee. John looked at Karen, who shook her head. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with Chris, other than his astonishing change, and Karen didn't feel like risking the drive with a storm coming on just to confirm something they all knew. By the time they returned to their rented cabin, the storm had hit, and hit hard. -0-0-0- John pulled the 4 wheel drive vehicle into the vacation home's turn around. Karen and John eyed the twenty yard distance to the house. There was no sign that the rain would stop long enough for them to reach the house without being soaked. "Okay gang, on the count of three, everyone jump out and run like mad to the house," John said, then began counting. "....two... three, go!" Fighting their way through the strong wind and rain, all were soaking wet by the time they reached the shelter of the glass enclosed porch. "Well now? Who's ready for some hot chocolate?" Karen asked as they removed their jackets. Both children raised their hands. "Alright then, first you both need to change out of those wet clothes and in to something warm and dry. By the time you are done with that, the chocolate will be ready," she smiled as the two youngsters scrambled to their bedroom. "Does that include me, too?" John asked. "Sure, go take off your wet clothes before you catch cold." "What about you?" John asked eyeing his wife's jeans. They were soaked almost to mid-thigh, were her long coat had protected her clothing. Karen unbuttoned her long coat and allowed it to drop to the floor. She grinned and seductively unzipped her jeans. Before an astonished John could react, she peeled them off and stretched the sweater she was wearing down to mid-thigh. "Clever. When did you borrow my sweater?" John asked dryly. "When you were getting the girls dressed." "Girls?" Realizing what she had just said didn't sound quite right, she recanted. "The kids... I'm sorry John, it just slipped out." "Well," John sighed, "that's what they are now isn't it? Both of them." The look of sadness on her husband's face tore at Karen's heart. She rushed to him and hugged him tightly. "Oh, honey, don't worry, everything will be alright," Karen said close to tears. She hugged him tighter, savoring the smell of his wet clothing mingled with his man scent. Karen could feel her panties becoming moist. She pushed the thought from her mind that would be the last thing John would want to do at the moment. "John, what if we can't find a way to change Chris back? Would you mind terribly if you had two little girls rather than one of each?" John was silent for a few minutes. Like Karen when she had been pregnant with the kids, he'd had no real preference to the sex of either. "No, I suppose not. But what about Chris, what will he - she think about it when she starts developing and becomes a woman?" "Honey, that won't be for another seven or eight years at least. By then, I don't think she'll mind it in the least. Being a girl isn't the worse thing in the world, you know," Karen felt strangely annoyed at having to defend her own sex to her husband. "To a man it would...," He paused seeing the look of annoyance on his wife's face. "No, I suppose not," John agreed. Karen gave a slight nod and turned to the stove. John watched his wife for a minute as she stirred the coco powder into the warming chocolate milk for the kids. "Karen?" She turned and looked at him expectantly. "I think that we should just forget driving over to Weaverville to see the doctor for a while. The change doesn't seem to bother him, uh her. Let's just let nature takes its course and see what happens." Karen smiled and nodded, she had come to the same decision hours ago. But it was important to all concerned if John felt that way too. "If you think that's best dear." John nodded as the two young girls came back into the room, ending further discussion of Chris's strange condition. "Why Chris, you look absolutely darling," Karen exclaimed when she saw what her new daughter was wearing. John turned and looked at his son. He was wearing one of his sister's outfits, bright pink pull on cotton pants and a light sweatshirt also in pink with bright little flowers on the front. On his feet were a pair of badly scuffed flats, also his sister's. In spite of the difference in height, Wendy was about three inches taller and about five or six pounds heavier than Chris, her clothing fit his new body surprisingly well. And, both parents had to admit, the girlish outfit looked strangely appropriate on their transformed son. "I let Christina borrow some of my things. Was that alright?" Wendy asked, suddenly aware of the pained look on her father's face. Christina? It was as good a name as any and they could still use the shorter version, Chris. Karen glanced at John, received his silent approval of the name, and then looked back down at Wendy. "I think its fine honey. In fact, until we can buy Christina some girl's clothing of her own, you can share yours with her." John didn't know if it was the sight of his son wearing his sister's clothing, the stress of discovery of the changes or the fact that he felt like he was coming down with a cold that suddenly made him feel like he was exhausted. He started toward the bedroom. Thinking that her husband was going to change his clothing and would be right back, Karen poured the steaming chocolate into four cups and sat down with the kids. A few minutes later, she heard gentle snoring coming through the open door to the bedroom. Poor dear, she thought, this has been so hard on him. She decided that she would just let him sleep. She couldn't keep her eyes off of Chris, trying to see what difference being a girl made in him. He - she, Karen hastily corrected herself, seemed to be about the same size as yesterday, maybe a little thinner in the body, a little fuller through the cheeks and face, but not much different than before. She tried to imagine what Chris would look like as a mature woman. She would be beautiful she decided. "Mommy? Are you alright?" Chris' question brought her back to the present. "Sure honey, I'm fine. The question is; how are you feeling right now? About being a girl now, I mean," Karen asked. Chris considered the question with a gravity that seemed beyond his years. "It's different," he admitted. "But I really like it." "But what about growing up to being a man, like your Daddy? If we can't find a way to change you back to a boy, you may not be able to, you know. Not become a man and maybe a Daddy yourself someday," Karen added to make sure that Chris understood the question. "Not be a Daddy?" The thought hadn't occurred to the small child. Chris considered the question for a moment, then brightened. "Then I'll grow up, have lots of babies and be a Mommy, just like you!" With tears in her eyes, Karen held out her arms and told her new daughter to come to her. Chris climbed off the chair and went to her mother. "Will I grow up to be a Mommy too?" Wendy who had been watching and listening to the conversation, asked. Karen looked over Chris' shoulder and smiled. "I'm sure of it honey." Wendy smiled and watched her new sister and mother for a few minutes more. "Mommy?" "Yes, dear?" "Wouldn't it be neat if Daddy became a girl too, then we could all be Mommies together?" "I don't think your Daddy would like that very much, honey." "Why not?" Chris asked, bewildered by adult logic. If it was alright for her to have be changed into a girl, why not her father? "Well, for one thing, none of his clothes would fit him anymore, and I don't think he'd look too good wearing one of my bras, do you? Too much hair on his chest for one thing." Karen smiled at the image the thought produced. The picture of their hairy chested father wearing one of their mother's flimsy looking bras brought giggles to the two little girls. Karen told the two to finish their hot chocolate in the living room. She wanted them occupied when she checked on John. He didn't look like he was handling Chris' change all that well and she wanted to look in on him, just to make sure that he was alright. Karen threw another log on the fire and after warning the kids to stay away from it, she walked softly to her bedroom. John was laying on his side in a fetal position with his back toward the door. He had removed his wet jeans and socks before he'd gotten into bed and was now wearing nothing but the flannel shirt he'd had on when they'd returned to the cabin. His undershorts were tangled around one ankle, resting there after he had obviously kicked them and his blanket off in his sleep. Karen, smiling to herself, removed his shorts from around his ankle and re- covered him with the blanket. She smiled down at the sleeping form again, thinking briefly of much she loved her husband, then turned to leave, just as John turned over on his back. She reached the doorway when something registered in her mind. The hair on his bare legs had disappeared! Feeling as thought the pit of her stomach had dropped to her knees, Karen went back to the bed and slowly removed the blanket to look closer at his legs. Her inspection never got that far, stopping when she saw his naked groin. A groin as devoid of a penis and pair of testicles as her own! Through the soft downy patch of pale blonde pubic covering his mons veneris, she could see the top of his vulva and labia majora. She knew that if she were spread his vulva apart to look closer, she would be able to see the opening to his vagina. Whatever had caused her son to suddenly change into a girl, had worked its magic on her husband. She knew without a doubt, that he would not take it as lightly as Chris had. She covered her husband up and sat down to think. -0-0-0- When John awoke several hours later, the house was quiet other than the television that was softly playing in the other room. The girls were watching their favorite after school program, John realized as he glanced at the alarm clock on his side of the bed. Karen was sleeping close beside him with one arm across his waist. She was snoring lightly. Not wanting to disturb his wife who obviously need her nap as much as he had, John stared up at the ceiling. He was wondering why he felt so strange, it was almost as if he had suddenly become smaller, lighter in some strange, but not entirely unpleasant way. John turned head to face his wife, awakening her with his movements. He waited until he thought she was awake before he whispered softly. "Hi there beautiful, want to continue where we left off last night?" he whispered softly and smiled. There was a look of such incredible sadness in Karen's eyes that he shifted around to his side to face her. As he moved, he had felt a strange sensation, it was almost as though his chest had shifted at a slightly slower rate than his body had. "John... I," Karen began as John abruptly sat up in bed and ripped open the front of his shirt. For a long moment neither spoke, just staring at the well-formed and distinctly feminine breasts on John's hairless chest. "So it was the crystal after all, wasn't it?" John said, cupping his newly formed breasts with his hands. "John... I'm so sorry," was all Karen had managed to say through her tears. John looked at his beautiful wife and tried to smile bravely. "Look honey, it's not the worst thing that could happen, you said that yourself, just this morning." Karen looked at her husband strangely. What was going on here? It was almost as if he had always wanted to be a girl. She could understand Chris' reaction, he really hadn't had enough real life experience to understand the true dissimilarities between boys and girls beyond the obvious plumbing differences, but John had! Karen suddenly threw back her covers and leaped out of bed. John noticed that she had removed her bra and the sweater and was wearing leaving only a pair of skimpy panties. "What is the matter with you?" Karen demanded through her hot tears. "Why aren't you upset with what's happened to you? I know I certainly am!" John pulled the front of his shirt back together, knowing that the sight of the breasts was even more disturbing to Karen than they had been to him. John thought about her logical question for a minute. He should have been screaming his fool head off, but he wasn't. He really didn't have a pat answer, other than the fact than he had been steeling himself for just this possibility. "Karen, please come back to bed, and while I try to sort out my feelings. They're kind of mixed up right now. Karen shivering in the cold air of the room, regarded her husband for a second, then slowly crawled back into bed. She stiffened when John pulled her close and adjusted the blankets up to their necks. As warmth slowly returned to her body she began to relax, although continued to cry softly. "Please explain to me why you're not upset. Did you want to be a girl before you changed, or something?" Karen sniffed. "I really don't know. I don't think I did. No, I'm positive, I didn't harbor some secret desire to be a woman." "I'm glad. I don't think I could handle it if you had," Karen said simply. Having John accidently changed into a woman was bad enough, but it would have been unbearable if he had actually wanted it. Karen's curiosity got the better of her. "John, how are you feeling? I mean this must be seem pretty strange." "You've got that right! Although it's funny, in some ways I feel like I always did." "WHAT!" Karen exclaimed. Correctly understanding his wife's reaction, John continued. "Karen stop and think about it for a minute. What is the female equivalent to a man's penis." The question caused Karen to think back to some sex education lessons she'd had when she first found out she was pregnant. "Uh, a clitoris, I guess," Karen said not quite sure what John was leading up to. "Correct, and testicles?" "Ovaries," Karen replied more sure of her answers. "And a woman's vagina?" She had wanted to say that it was the man's penis only turned inside out, but knew that wasn't right. She shrugged her shoulders. Seeing that she was stumped, John provided the answer. "A woman's vagina is a modified prostate gland - or maybe it's the other way around," he said thoughtfully, then grinned. "So what's the point," Karen asked. She was growing tired of the biological Twenty Questions game her husband seemed to be putting her through. She thought he was wrong anyway with his analogies, she thought she remembered that the prostate gland was a modified uterus. After all, all everyone, male or female, started as a girl in the womb! "The point is this, honey. Nearly every part of this body is familiar to me. At least everything feels more or less normal - just in different location or maybe re-positioned a little differently, that's all." "That's all?" Karen exclaimed. "That's all?" she repeated as she pulled her pillow out from under her and began to hit John with it. "Damn you! You turn into a woman and 'that's all' is all you can say about it? I'll 'that's all' you! I can't wait until you try to go to the bathroom with that 're-positioned' penis of yours!" John protected himself until Karen wore herself out. Huge tears formed in her eyes as she fell against John's soft chest and sobbed. Startled by the sudden jolt of pain in a breast where none had ever existed before, John sucked in a pained breath of air. Instantly realizing that she had inadvertently hurt her husband, Karen began to gently rub his sore breast, crying softly that she was sorry. Neither realized what her gentle manipulations on John's newly formed breast were doing to him, until John felt a strange warmth and moisture between his legs. John gently removed Karen's hand and twisted around to kiss his wife. At first Karen resisted, but John was persistent and held her in a tight embrace. After a few seconds Karen gave in and started to return the kiss with a passion that equaled or exceeded John's. Karen reached around her husband's back and started to caress the small of his back, occasionally dropping lower to feel the soft hairless curves of his rear. John was astonished at how sensitive his rear had suddenly become. Karen broke loose for an instant and looked deep into her feminized husband's eyes. "I love you John. I love you very much." John started to reply in kind but was stopped when Karen placed two fingers firmly on his lips. "Please don't say anything. Not just yet darling. Save it for later, when the girls are asleep." John feeling a little like Karen did when he abruptly ended foreplay, sighed and nodded. "Later then." Karen got out bed, went to her dresser and began digging thorough the small supply of bras she's brought along with her. John watched her