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AF: The Concrete Blonde By Olivia Evans The properties of the Medallion of Zulo are well known. This story addresses one of the lesser explored quirks. What happens when the magic is stopped halfway? Life is good, I decided as I admired for the hundredth time the magnificent view of the river fifty feet below the wooden deck of our mountain summer retreat. Besides owning the cabin, we had a large 4 bedroom home complete with a beautiful, (and well used) lap pool in the suburbs and a time share in Hawaii. I own a small, but successful software development company, that allows me all the free time I want, pays extremely well and is challenging enough that I didn't get bored with it. I'm married to a beautiful woman, Susan, a natural redhead with flashing green eyes. She's tall, five foot ten inches with a slender athletic body that is perfectly proportioned for her height and weight of 140 pounds. Although, I'd never admit it, but I sometime think of her as my redheaded Amazon. Even though she's a redhead, she doesn't have the typical redhead's pale complexion. She tans easily to a deep golden bronze that emphasizes her Pixie cut red hair. Sue has a master's degree in physical education. She's on the facility of the local university and is the girls' freshman swim team coach. Obviously, she loves to swim and frequently volunteers as a lifeguard at the local youth center. We were celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary by spending a two- week second honeymoon at the cabin. Sue had just driven off to go to the general store in the small village a few miles down the road from our place to buy some groceries and other necessities for the coming week. I had offered to go with her but knowing my great love of reading and that I had a new book, she had suggested that I stay behind and enjoy my book on the deck. Taking her up on her suggestion, I changed into a pair of board shorts, the baggy knee length shorts loved by surfers, grabbed my book and went outside to the deck overlooking the river. I figured that I would kill two birds with one stone and work on my tan while I read. It was a warm day so I decided that I would take a quick dip in the river before retiring to the deck and my book. The water was colder than I expected so I didn't spend much time swimming. Just as I was wading up the gentle riverbank, I stepped on something that felt a little harder than the normally soft sand. I reached down and dug through the sand until my hand brushed against what I had stepped on. Pulling it up, I discovered a medallion of some sort attached to a long chain. How curious, I thought, I wonder where this came from? I washed it off, then looked closer at it. Brass, maybe bronze. I thought, inspecting the cheap looking necklace and medallion. There was some writing in a language that I didn't recognize, not that I'm an expert in foreign languages. On the reverse was a figure of what looked amazingly like an angel although it was really hard to tell what it was it was so worn. I was about to toss it away, when I hesitated. Sue sometimes has rather eclectic taste in jewelry, so on the off chance she might like it, I decided to keep it until she could see it. Because my shorts lacked pockets, I placed it around my neck and completed the short walk back to the deck. I had almost forgotten the medallion as I began reading _The Concrete Blonde_, the latest book in Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch murder mystery series. Reading had always been my favorite form of relaxation and I was a huge fan of murder mysteries. I had read about half of the first chapter when the sun went behind a cloud and I felt a sudden chill. I grabbed what I thought was an old t-shirt of mine lying on the table and pulled it over my head. I really didn't think anything about the mild shock I received when the shirt slid over the medallion. About 10 or 15 minutes later, I turned on my side and the medallion slid sideways ending up in my armpit. I tugged on the chain and the medallion slid out from my armpit, not painfully, but annoying just the same. Taking the medallion off with one hand (I was still engrossed in the book) I tossed it in the general direction of the table beside me. -0-0-0- I had just completed the second chapter when I heard our car pull up in front of the cabin. I knew Sue would need some help bring in the groceries, so I reluctantly marked my place with a bookmark, slipped my feet into my flip-flops and headed toward the kitchen. Sue had already brought one load in from the car. So, I went outside to bring the rest of it in while she put everything away. It was on my second load that Sue had caught up putting things away enough to turn and smile at me. "Thanks hon..." she started to say as she removed a half gallon of ice cream from the grocery bag. She laughed, then pointed at my t-shirt. "That's a cute cover-up you're wearing. Although, pink really isn't your color!" I looked down and joined in her laughter. What I thought had been one of my old t-shirts was in reality a thigh length novelty cover-up with the graphic image of a very shapely woman's torso wearing a skimpy pink bikini! "It must belong to your friend, uh..." I hesitated a second trying to remember the college sophomore's name. "Brooke. She must have left it when she and her boyfriend were here two weeks ago," I replied, clearing my throat a couple of times. For some strange reason, my voice hadn't sounded right, about how it had been when I was entering puberty. Apparently, Sue had thought so too. She turned with a concerned expression on her face. "Are you coming down with something?" Her look of concern changed to one of amazement. "What did you do while I was gone?" "Nothing much, took a short swim then stretched out on the lounger and started my book..." "No, I mean what did you do to yourself? You look different and something's wrong with your voice," she interrupted. "What do you mean I look different?" Sue suddenly realized she was still holding the ice cream. She put it in the freezer and closed the door before giving me the once over. "For one thing, your tan is darker, and you look.... I don't know, like you've lost weight and are a couple of years younger somehow...?" She continued to inspect me, looking closer. She reached out and stroked my cheek. "Your skin feels softer and smoother, your hair is lighter in color, and..." She glanced down at my feet. "Oh, my God, did you shave your legs?" I involuntarily looked down at my legs sticking out from under my knee length shorts. The first thing I noticed was that my tan was far deeper than it had been yesterday and my legs were completely hairless. I looked up at Sue in astonishment. "I have no idea what happened to the hair on my legs." "Or on your arms either?" Sue asked a little sarcastically. I raised my left arm to look at it. As I gave it a quick glance, I realized that it too had no hair, or more correctly, the hair that was on my arm was very fine and almost invisible. I also spotted something that Sue hadn't. My hand was not my own, where my fingers were relatively short and stubby, they were now longer and slenderer, almost exactly like Susan's. "What the hell!" I exclaimed as I raised my other hand to look at it as well. I sat down on the kitchen table chair hard, scarcely believing my eyes. "Look!" I exclaimed holding my hands up for Susan to see. It was Sue's turn to sit down hard in the other kitchen table chair, her task of putting away the groceries forgotten for the moment. "What's happened to you?" she whispered, sounding frightened. "I don't know. I don't feel any different," I replied turning my hands over then laying them palm down side by side on the table. Sue looked at my fingers a little closer. "Your hands and fingers are slimmer, more elongated, your nails are longer and look like they've been manicured! With the exception of no polish, they look almost like a girl's manicure!" Sue gasped as she placed her left hand next to mine. She was right, our hands were almost identical, unquestionably female. The only difference that I could see, was my hand was just a little larger and the nails were just a little shorter overall than hers. "Mike, something truly bizarre has happened to you, and it's scaring me," Sue said beginning to panic. I quickly laid my hands on top of hers. "Easy now. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all this," I said trying to reassure her almost as much as myself. Her fear had begun to affect me as well. After all, it was my arms and legs we were talking about. Sue shook her head. "Maybe." She hesitated. "I'm almost afraid to ask you to do this, but take off the cover-up, I want to see how far this thing goes." My hands were shaking as I pulled the t-shirt over my head. The garment hadn't even cleared my head before I heard a sharp intake of breath from Sue. "What?" I asked as I completed pulling off the t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. Ohmigawd! Ohmigawd! Ohmigawd!......" Sue kept repeating as she stared at my chest. I looked down and almost fainted when I saw the distinct tan lines of a woman's bikini top. Centered in the pale twin triangles exactly where you would expect them to be, were my nipples, or rather, the nipples that were now attached to my chest. They were larger, with darker areoles that were nearly twice their normal size atop a puffy mound. Definitely not what I had awaken to this morning. We sat at the table for a long moment just staring at my chest, before Sue got the courage to suggest that I stand up and take everything else off. I reluctantly stood, terribly afraid we would find that the changes weren't limited to just my hands and chest. I was about to pull my shorts down, when Sue told me to wait. She stood up and walked around the table to stand in front of me. She made a little circular motion with her hand, which I interpreted correctly to mean she wanted me to turn around. I slowly turned in a circle. "Well, you've finally gotten rid of those 'love handles' you were working on," she said softly. "Or at least, they're not around your waist anymore." "Huh? What are you talking about?" "I think you should go look in the mirror." My heart pounding in my throat, I followed Sue to the bedroom where we had a free-standing full-length mirror. Scarcely noticing my much thinner torso and waist, I stood mesmerized by the twin triangles of un-tanned flesh on my chest. Like my arms and legs, my torso was completely hairless, even the hair in my armpits seemed to have disappeared. I slowly forced my eyes down the reflection in the mirror. My shorts seemed to be riding lower on my hips than I remembered. My abdomen was flatter than it had been since high school, yet lacked the taut look it had back then. This couldn't be me! I thought, stunned by what I was seeing. What the hell had happened? I thought shakily as I hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband. I slowly eased the shorts down, the lower I pushed my shorts, the wider my hips grew. I stopped abruptly when I saw the top of a tiny patch of pubic hair, much lower than I had expected and centered in what was obviously the pale shadow of a low-cut bikini swimsuit bottom. Blonde and silken fine, it was hair unlike any I had seen before, at least not on me. I pushed down another quarter inch and the hair began to become more defined. All too soon, I had exposed a narrow rectangle of closely cropped light blonde hair, about an inch wide. I turned to look at Sue, who was looking intently at my body. "That looks exactly like Brooke's bikini trim!" she exclaimed, pointing at my groin. "I don't think I can go any further," I said anxiously. Sue didn't say anything, just tilted her head to the side and looked at my torso. Slowly shaking her head, she responded flatly. "You're going to have to do it sooner or later, might as well get it over with." I nodded slowly and closed my eyes, not wanting to look. I took a deep breath and gently eased my shorts downward past my wider hips. When they reached my thighs, they fell to the floor by themselves. For the second time since Sue had returned home, I heard her take a sharp breath and slowly exhale. "Well, you're smaller, but you appear to be still a man," Sue said softly. "Smaller, thinner and, and.... well, I don't know, it just looks different." I opened my eyes and looked down at an odd looking hairless three- quarter scale version of my penis. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and discovered that compared to my now wider hips, everything looked positively tiny. My scrotum was smooth and tight, hairless and elongated from front to back. It looked almost as if it was trying to pull my testicles up inside of me. My testicles were further back than normal, considerably smaller and shaped almost like two large almonds, only tapered on both ends rather than the more egg shape they normally were. I gently squeezed one, finding it soft and pliable. There was almost no feeling when I squeezed a little harder. I looked helplessly at Sue as everything suddenly went black and I fell backward on to our bed. -0-0-0- When I awoke, I was laying naked on my back on our bed. Sue had managed to get me fully on the bed and cover me with the quilt, then had left the room. I heard her in the kitchen, finishing putting the groceries away. For a brief moment, I felt resentful that she had abandoned me in my strange condition. Sighing to myself, I closed my eyes, remembering what I had seen in the mirror. My hands moved of their own accord to my chest. The large, sensitive nipples felt strange under the tips of my fingers. I pressed gently against them and was surprised when my fingers seemed to sink deeper than normal into my chest. Cupping them with my hands, I felt something neither Sue nor I had observed. There was more flesh behind them than I had realized, almost as if I had small breasts. Given the shape of the rest of my body, I was not terribly surprised by this discovery. Mystified and shocked, but not surprised. I slowly slipped my hand down my smooth flat abdomen. I hesitated a moment at my navel, wondering why it felt so different. I slid my hand downward again, stopping when I reached the small rectangle of soft pubic hair that ended abruptly at the top of the base of my penis. I could feel on either side of the rectangle the faint roughness of hair stubble. I hadn't lost most of my pubic hair, it had been trimmed to this shape! With my eyes closed and except for my penis, it had felt very much a woman's body under my hand. It was at that point that I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I turned on my side to move to the side of the bed. I could feel my chest shift a little, an extremely weird sensation, and an unaccustomed pressure on a different part of my hip. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, pausing just long enough to glance down at my lap. My penis had become trapped between my pressed together thighs without the usual discomfort of squeezing my testicles together. Everything between my legs was totally invisible and looked exactly like Sue's lap when she sat naked. I followed the long line of my thighs downward to my outstretched legs and feet. The dark tan ended about half way down my thighs, then grew lighter towards my feet, giving the illusion that I was wearing a pair of thigh-hi stockings. My calves appeared longer and slenderer than I remembered. My feet appeared to be narrower with slightly longer toes and there was a faint mark on my left ankle. I was about to look closer when the urge to urinate grew more urgent. There was no question in my mind that along with all the other changes, I now possessed a copy of Brooke's obviously much smaller bladder. Sighing to myself, I eased out of bed and walked across the room to the bathroom. I avoided looking at myself in the bathroom mirror as I made my way to the toilet. I lift up the seat with one hand while reaching for my penis with the other. I sighed in relief, in my hand, my penis felt almost the same, maybe just a little smaller, about like when I had been swimming in very cold water. I was to realize much later that because of my unfamiliarity with my now much smaller hand, its apparent size had been mostly an illusion. Taking aim, I allowed myself to relax. A moment later I felt the urine begin to flow along my inner thighs. Clamping down as much as I could, I quickly dropped the seat, spun around and sat to finish. Feeling the warm liquid under my bare feet, I swore softly and grabbed a hand towel to dry my thighs. I dropped the towel on the floor and pushed it around with my foot before picking it up and tossing it toward the dirty clothes hamper. Unable to contain my morbid curiosity, I reached between my legs and pulled my penis up to look at it. My inspection confirmed what I had already discovered so messily. The urethra was gone! The tip was as smooth as if a hole had never existed! Then where? I gingerly felt the space behind my shrunken testicles. I thought I felt a seam of some sort. Pressing gently on the seam, my finger slipped inside slightly. The slight dampness instantly told me what I had feared. Oh, shit, I thought, not only do I have a body like a girl's, I've got to pee like one! I stood up and grabbed Sue's hand mirror from the counter. Placing my left foot on the edge of the tub, I spread my legs and looked in the mirror at my groin. Seen from this angle, it was the most bizarre sight I had ever seen. Directly behind my scrotum was a partially developed woman's labia major and minor! It was deeper toward my rear and continued upward between my shrunken and elongated testicles becoming narrower until it reached the base of my penis where it was just a wide seam fused together looking like an old, badly healed scar. The small blemish on my ankle caught my eye. I looked closer and discovered a faint tattoo of a small butterfly, almost a duplicate of one I knew Brooke had on her ankle. While her tattoo is distinct and colorful, mine was a much paler version, as if it were very old, or a half tone print. My foot slipped off the edge of the tub when I heard Sue's voice behind me. "I see you found the tattoo. It's as if you were changing into a duplicate of Brooke, but stopped when you were only a third of the way there." She paused, looked at the mirror in my hand, and then asked softly, "Any other surprises I should know about?" I put my foot back on the edge of the tub and silently handed her the mirror. Sue positioned the mirror and studied my groin for a long moment. I spread apart the cleft so she could see it better. "Oh, my..." she said softly. She glanced at my penis, noticing that the hole was missing. "Does that mean what I think it means?" I nodded. "Looks like you won't have to worry about me putting the seat down anymore," I joked lamely. "This isn't funny!" Sue cried out. Tears welled up in her eyes as she carefully put the mirror back on the counter. She was obviously suppressing the urge to hurl the mirror at the wall. "I'm sorry, honey. It's just that I'm at a total loss to explain all this!" I reached out and gave her a long hug. For a brief moment she stiffened, then relaxed and ran her hands up and down my bare back as she cried softly on my shoulder. "What are we going to do?" Sue sniffed as we pulled apart. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed," I replied, far more calmly than I felt. "I think that it would be more comfortable for both of us, if I did." Sue stepped back and glanced at my nipples that had stiffened during our embrace. "And warmer too," she giggled nervously and wiped the tears from her eyes. -0-0-0- I stayed in the shower longer than I probably should have. But washing myself was just too strange and fascinating to rush. Overall, my skin felt softer, more sensitive and oddly naked without body or facial hair. I discovered that my new nipples were supersensitive compared to my old ones and when I gently stroked them, they became erect, not only my nipples, but below as well. I suspected that the sensations flowing through my body, was what Sue felt although probably to a lesser degree. Interesting, I thought. I stroked my penis a few times, it felt a little more sensitive and very pleasant, but there was no quick build up to a climax like the other times I had masturbated. Afraid to continue, I stopped before things got out of hand, (no pun intended). When I explored the small slit between my legs, the lips of my false labia major felt slightly swollen. Again, similar to what happened to Sue during foreplay. I quickly shampooed to account for the extra time I had taken exploring my body, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Sue was waiting for me with a fresh towel in her hand. Her eyes were reddened and she'd obviously been crying while I had been in the shower. "I think you'll like this one better than the ones you normally use," she said sadly, handing me the towel. It was one of her towels, soft and fluffy. Sue was right, I did like it. She watched as I dried myself off. "You know you have little boobs?" she asked. I nodded. "They don't look big enough to require a bra though," she hesitated a moment, "Well, maybe an 'A' cup." I nodded again, already having come to that conclusion. "Want to try one?" she asked hesitantly. "One what?" I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. "A bra, do you want to try on a bra? I'm a 36 'C", but I think I have one that will stretch a little to fit you around the chest." She blushed a little. "It'll be too big in the cup though." I just shook my head and ran the towel down my leg. "Uh, why don't I fix something to eat while you get dressed?" Sue suggested when the silence grew a little awkward. "Oh, I laid out somethings on the bed you might want to try on." "Okay, I'll be out in about five minutes," Sue nodded and headed to the kitchen to make us some sandwiches. -0-0-0- I hung the towel up and walked naked into the bedroom. Curious, I looked at the garment on top of the small pile of clothing lying on the bed. It was a pair of Sue's French cut white cotton panties. The t- shirt underneath was one of my own, but I knew the cotton khaki colored pants under the t-shirt like the panties, belonged to Sue. I held up the panties and looked at them for a moment. Was Sue trying to tell me something, I wondered. I glanced at my profile in the mirror. Maybe she was, I thought when I looked at the size and contour of my hips and rear in the full-length mirror. But my pride, or perhaps a subconscious denial of the facts, demanded that I wear my own clothing. After pulling on a pair of skin-tight boxer shorts that were too loose in the waist, and trying three different pairs of jeans, I had to admit defeat. None would fit over my wider hips and fuller rear. It looked like I would have to wear Sue's pants until I could buy some new clothes that fit my changed body. Reluctantly I reached for the pants Sue had left on the bed for me. I hesitated for a moment, then stripped off my own ill-fitting boxer shorts and pulled on the panties. Sue's panties while snug, were not nearly as tight as my boxers had been and a lot more comfortable. Nice, I thought as I ran my hands over my rear. They fit almost perfectly, except for the small unfeminine shape in front. I debated briefly about tucking myself between my legs, but decided not to. It would be too much, too fast. Sue's pants turned out to be what she called 'clean back', with tiny pockets in front, no rear pockets and cropped. As with most women's pants, the fly opened to the left. I pulled the pants up over my hips and awkwardly fastened the button of the waistband. The pants fit a little snugger than I was used to, but were surprisingly comfortable just the same. When I pulled the oddly short zipper up, my penis seemed to disappear completely, pressed flat between my body and the fabric of the almost skin-tight pants. Sue had placed a pair of her leather thong sandals on the floor next to the bed for me to wear as well. I slipped a foot into one and discovered that my foot, while smaller than normal, was still a size or two larger than Sue's. I decided that I would just go barefoot for a while. Sue looked up as I walked into the kitchen. "Before you say anything, I haven't done any washing yet, so it was either those pants or my denim skirt," she said quickly as she glanced down to look at the flat front of my pants. She was momentarily stunned. Recovering her composure and trying to be positive about the whole bizarre situation, she said, "Uh, they look nice on you. How do they feel?" "A little snug through the rear," I said, rubbing my hands over my seat. We both ignored the flat and feminine appearance of the front. "Turn around and let me see." I pulled my t-shirt up to my waist and slowly turned around in a circle. "Wow! If those look as good on me as they do you...." Sue began, then abruptly shut up as I completed my turn. "I'm sorry Mike, I know this must be terribly difficult for you. I..." "Let's eat," I said sitting down and ignoring her sympathy. In spite of everything, I was hungry and wanted a moment of normalcy before we discussed the shocking changes in my body any further. Sue nodded and sat down across from me. All through our lunch, which we ate mostly in silence, Sue studied me. After we finished and Sue had tossed the used paper plates in the trash, Sue asked me the question that had been on our minds since she had returned home with the groceries. "Mike, what the hell happened to you?" she asked. "You were perfectly normal when I left this morning. Then two hours later you have most of a woman's body and look almost as if you could be Brooke Johnson's sister." "I have no idea," I replied truthfully. "I told you everything I did." "Well, something caused it. Let's look at this logically. I think we can eliminate you taking female hormones without my knowledge. Don't give me that look! I know you wouldn't do anything that stupid! Besides, hormones wouldn't change your body so radically so quickly. They just don't work like that." "Nor would they give me tan lines or a butterfly tattoo," I added dryly. "Or a pierced navel and ears either," Sue said with a laugh that was a little forced. She quickly sobered. "Obviously, then, something else happened. Tell me everything you did from the time I left until I got back." I sat back and thought for a moment. I began telling her everything I had done from the moment she had driven off. "Then I walked back to the cabin and stretched out on the lounge to read my book. I was still reading when you came home." "Wait a minute. I know you were wearing just your baggies when you went outside. When I saw you again, you were wearing that tacky bikini body cover-up. Where did that come from?" "It was lying on the table on the deck. I didn't give it a second thought, I was a little chilly after my swim and just put it on without really looking at it." "Brooke must have forgotten it," Sue said thoughtfully. "Go on." I sat thinking a moment, trying to remember exactly what I had done during an otherwise insignificant moment. "I think it was about ten or fifteen minutes after I put the cover-up on that I shifted my position and the medallion got caught in my armpit." "Medallion? What medallion?" "The one I found buried in the sand at the riverbank." You could almost see the light bulb go on over her head as Sue snapped her fingers. "That's it! That's what caused you to change! This medallion, where is it?" "I took it off and put it on the table outside," I replied as we both jumped up to rush outside. I had a chance to return to normal once we had the instrument of my transformation! A few seconds later we were standing by the table. The only thing lying on the table was the book I'd been reading. "It's not here," Sue said, stating the obvious. "Maybe it fell off the table." I got down on my hands and knees and looked around. Nothing. Sue ripped the cushion off the lounge I had been on with predictable results, other than some pine needles, nothing was underneath. There was no one else for a couple of miles in any direction, so some animal, maybe the raccoon we'd seen the day before, must have carried it off. If so, the medallion was long gone. For the first time since Sue had discovered the changes in my body, I felt helpless. I was stuck like this forever! I sat down on the lounge put my head in my hands and sobbed. "I don't know how we can go on with me looking like this. I'm certainly not the man you married anymore. Hell, I'm not even a man at all!" I half snorted, half cried. I was scared and didn't care if it showed. Sue sat down beside me and put her arms around me. "I'll understand if you want to leave me," I cried, more concerned at the moment that I would lose the love of my life, than what had happened to my body. Sue was taken aback for a moment, then her expression softened. "Honey, I love you. I know this is something that neither of us would have willingly chosen or wanted. But I would no more consider leaving you because of this, than I would if you'd lost an arm or leg in an accident. 'For better or worse', remember? It will be alright, honey. We will survive this somehow. Together." We sat on the lounge talking until dusk and it began to grow cold. By the time we went inside I was feeling better. I still wasn't happy about the changes in my body, but I had resigned myself to making the best of the worst situation any man could ever find himself in. Naturally we decided to do the only thing we could do under the circumstances, we would try to get some sleep and go home the next day. -0-0-0- I don't think either of us said more than two words during the long drive home. There were just too many things on our minds for casual conversation. Later, after we had unpacked the car, we started to formulate the cover story we would live with for the next three years. Since my job allowed me to work at home, I could continue to work without fear of any awkward unanswerable questions from co-workers or lose any income. Beyond the work environment however, I was still faced with the problem of how to explain my changed body. It was just too feminine to conceal. There was only one obvious solution, I would become a recluse for a while until I could come "out". Through emails and casual comments made to my customers and friends on the phone, I slowly built the story that I was a transsexual (just call me Michelle) and was now living as a woman (the "real life test" requirement) before my SRS surgery. Most of our friends and my customers were supportive and appeared to be interested in how I was doing. I told the story so many times, I almost believed it myself. Before we began our "transsexual" misdirection campaign, I spent hours researching the subject on the internet. I found almost more information than I wanted or needed. In the end, I had developed a deep respect and sympathy for those who believed, strike that, who knew they'd been born in bodies with the wrong sex. I found that I identified mostly with those individuals born with ambiguous genitals, sometimes known as "intersexed". Is it a boy or a girl? "Well, yes and... uh, no .....Well, maybe, uh, to be truthful, we're not really sure..." "Not really sure." That was me in a nutshell. There were some interesting and strange things about my transformed body. The greatest changes were of course, mostly confined to my torso, from my neck down to about mid-thigh, almost exactly where the t-shirt had fit on Brooke. I was an inch and a half shorter than before and my shoulder width appeared to be about half way between my own and Sue's. My waist was as slender, my hips were almost as wide as Sue's. The overall effect was that I looked tall and athletic, but with the undeniable curves of a woman. My face, now completely free of whiskers was mostly my own, with a strong "first female cousin" resemblance to myself. If we had been able to test my theory, we would have found that my DNA was a combination of Brooke's and my own. My hair was now a slightly lighter shade of my own and longer, about an inch longer than before. My bellybutton was pierced, but my ears only had slight dimples where Brooke's piercings were completely through her earlobes. Obviously, the most pronounced changes were where the bikini cover-up had been. My penis/clitoris functioned almost exactly as my old penis had, I could become erect, penetrate and have a climax (which Sue said sounded almost like a woman's orgasm when I tried to describe it to her). I just couldn't pee through it! I found that I could have multiple orgasms as I ejaculated, although when that happened it got rather messy. We solved the mess problem by using a mini-pad, a use that we seriously doubted the manufacturer could have imagined. I supposed the best label that could be applied to my body was that I was a she-male, a name which I hated, although I was more and, at the same time, far less than that. To maintain the fiction of being a transitioning transsexual, I allowed my hair to grow to below my shoulders, learned to use makeup and wore women's clothing all the time. I even went as far as wearing a push up bra with "enhancers" once in a while just to make my tops a little more interesting. Most of the time however, I didn't bother with a bra, not having much upstairs to be a problem. Sue's parents initially were understandably upset when they were told that I was "transitioning", especially when they learned that Sue and I and had no intention of splitting up after my "operation" and would continue to live together in a lesbian relationship. Which, again, depending on how you looked at it, was already both the truth and not. After a while, mainly because they really liked me as a person and loved their only daughter deeply, they ended up being very supportive and accepting. Perhaps a major factor in their acceptance was our announcement a few months later that we were expecting a baby (yes, I am the father and no, I will not tell you how we did it). They were as thrilled as any set of parents are when they learned that they would have a grandchild, despite our "unusual lifestyle", (their term, not ours, we considered ourselves still man and wife). Sue was about seven months along when our carefully crafted story almost came crashing down around our ears. I came down with, of all things, a urinary tract infection, (UTI). I suffered through the terrible itching for almost a week before Sue took things into her own hands and made an appointment for me with her gynecologist. I was a nervous wreck by the time we reached the doctor's office, terribly afraid that the doctor would denounce me to the authorities or have me locked up for study or something. Sue kept trying to reassure me that it would be alright, the doctor was really nice and that I could receive medication that would stop the infernal itching. -0-0-0- "Amazing, simply amazing!" Doctor Karen Smith exclaimed as she leaned forward on her stool between my spread apart legs. "I've never seen anything quite so... uh, unique as this before." She poked around a bit more with her gloved finger, then glanced up at me. "Were you born like this?" "No, I had normal male genitalia until about a year ago," I replied, feeling oddly special. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sue hold her hands about eight inches apart in the classic "the fish was this big" routine, giggle, and then nod, crudely confirming my statement. The doctor glanced at her, smiled faintly, then turned back to me in astonishment. "A year ago? And yet you managed to get Sue pregnant looking like this! How?" I looked at her between my legs and just smiled. "Sorry, none of my business." Dr. Smith rolled her short stool back, stood up and stripped off her exam gloves. "You can get dressed now. I'll give you some samples to use tonight, and a prescription for more medication. Continue using it until it's gone." She wrote something on a prescription pad and gave it to Sue. "You might have to show her ... ah, him how to apply the medication." The doctor reached for the doorknob, then hesitated. Turning back to us, she watched me pull my panties up before speaking. "You said you were born with normal male genitals. Do you mind telling me how you came to be like this? I'm sure this isn't the result of large doses of female hormones, so it had to be something else? An industrial accident perhaps?" She blushed slightly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry, it's just that you're so unusual, that I have to know." I glanced at Sue who shrugged her shoulders. "Well, to be truthful doctor, we're not exactly sure how this happened ourselves. As I said, about a year ago, we were at our cabin in the mountains, I had taken a swim in the river that runs in front of the cabin. As I was climbing out of the water, I stepped on what turned out to be a necklace with an odd-looking medallion..." The doctor, looking startled, interjected, "Medallion....? Bronze, about the size of an old silver dollar? Really cheap looking? Had a figure of a fairy or angel on one side?" Sue and I looked at each other in stunned surprise. Doctor Smith had described the medallion exactly! I nodded. "This is incredible!" She seemed lost in thought for a second. "If you would meet me in my office when you get the rest of your clothing on, I might be able to shed more light on what happened to you." I quickly pulled up the long crinkle "broomstick" skirt Sue had loaned me, slipped my bare feet into my flats and rushed to follow Sue as she headed to the doctor's office. -0-0-0- "Naturally, because of patient confidentiality, I can't disclose too much information about uh... 'Mary'." Doctor Smith began. We were seated around a small table in her private office. In front of Doctor Smith was an open medical file with the name carefully concealed. "But I will tell you why I recognized the instrument of your transformation. I think it was caused by something called the 'Medallion of Zulo'." "The medallion of what?" Sue and I asked simultaneously. Doctor Smith looked down at the medical file again. "Medallion of Zulo. That's what uh, 'Mary' called it. About ten years ago, just after I opened my practice, I had a slightly overweight, very attractive and quite upset girl in her late teens come in for an exam. I examined her and discovered she was about three months pregnant. She became nearly hysterical when I told her my diagnosis. Once I got her calmed down, I asked her why she had reacted as she had. I was still new and hadn't seen a lot of patients yet so I wasn't really prepared for something like that. I had naturally assumed that she had gotten pregnant by her boyfriend who dumped her after he found out." "And she hadn't?" I asked, growing curious about "Mary". "No, nothing quite as mundane as that. According to Mary, about six months before I saw her, she had found what she called the 'Medallion of Zulo' in a thrift store. She had recognized what it was and decided to have some fun with it. She claimed that the medallion was magical, and possessed the ability to change the wearer into someone else. All they have to do is touch a piece of worn clothing to the medallion while wearing it and within half an hour they become a duplicate of the last person who'd worn the garment. If the garment is new and has never been worn, they remain essentially themselves, but change to fit the clothing, even if the clothing is for the opposite sex or a different age or race. In either case they can change back, but there's supposedly a twelve hour wait before the medallion will work on the same person again." Sue and I looked at each other. Both halves of the mystery of the "how" had suddenly fallen into place. It had been a combination of the medallion and the cover-up Brooke had so carelessly left at the cabin! "It will also, according to what Mary told me, change two people into each other if one is wearing the medallion and another touches it. The change occurs even if it isn't a consensual act." "Wow, that is scary," Sue exclaimed, glancing at me. "What happened after she found the medallion?" I asked, fascinated that someone else had been changed by the medallion. I briefly wondered how many others had found themselves in my situation or worse. "That's the part of her story, which in one respect, is very, I suppose you could say, poetic justice and in a way, quite funny. It seems that 'Mary' took the medallion home to her, uh his, wife and tricked her into changing with him..." "Mary had been a man!" Sue exclaimed. "The doctor nodded. "That's what she claimed. Of course, at the time, I thought that 'Mary' was telling me some delusional story in her denial of her pregnancy." The doctor glanced at me and smiled faintly. "Given what I've just seen, obviously, she'd been telling the truth. Anyway, she said her 'wife' was so furious about what had happened that she divorced him a month after they'd changed back. That was when the ex-wife learned that because of a very well written pre-nuptial agreement she would receive little more than the clothes on her back." Sue shook her head. "That's terrible. They should outlaw those dammed things." "Sue, let her continue," I admonished softly. Doctor Smith smiled faintly, obviously agreeing with Sue. "Mary's ex-wife had the last laugh on him though. A couple of months after the divorce was final, she was in a bar with some of her girlfriends, when she suddenly found herself face to face with herself! Mary, as a man, had been a notorious womanizer before he found the medallion, but apparently once he'd tried sex as a woman, he found he liked it much better, at least on a part time basis. Not being very imaginative, he just used his ex-wife's body. He was quite the party girl and was well known in the bar scene as being very... well, frankly, available." "Damn, what a dumb ass!" I interjected. I could see what was coming. "Yes, he was. The 'ex' decided that she had to put an end to his antics once and for all. She purchased some new women's clothing for her revenge, intending to change him in a woman, then tossing the medallion away leaving him stuck that way. Since she still had a key to the house, she found the medallion while 'Mary' was out bar hopping." "Let me guess," Sue interjected, "when he came home, she knocked him out and used the medallion to change him into another woman. Right, doctor?" "Exactly! She wanted to humiliate him as well as teaching him a lesson. In his male body he was a six-foot, 230-pound jock. Even when he had been his ex-wife, he was tall, 5' 9", and had a very trim figure. So, using a pair of sweats she had purchased from a college campus store turned him into a 19-year-old girl who was five foot two tall and about 35 pounds overweight. He was too young to go bar hopping, yet old enough to be on her own. The story would have end there, except for one of those accidental quirks of fate that happen sometimes or maybe the ex-wife added another little twist to her revenge. Mary told me later that she thought the sweatpants her ex used had been tried on by a coed who was in her first trimester and returned to the shelf. Nothing else would explain 'Mary's' pregnancy." "Couldn't she have gotten pregnant in the uh, usual way?" Sue asked curiously. The Doctor shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps, but Mary claimed that his wife had changed him only the week before I saw her. After she had realized she was stuck as a female forever, she'd been too distressed to even look at a man." "And so, because of a chance purchase of a garment that had been worn briefly by a young, overweight and pregnant coed, 'Mary' ended up being a petite pregnant teenager herself!" Sue laughed. "Exactly! So, you see, if you can find the medallion again, there's a chance that you can change back to your old self. Just don't get pregnant before then, otherwise the medallion won't work until after you've given birth," the doctor concluded. "I don't think there's much of a chance of that happening! In spite of how I may look at the moment, I'm not actually a woman, remember?" I said dryly. As fascinating as the story had been, I found little humor in it. "Thank you for sharing this with us, doctor," Sue said getting up. "Not at all," the doctor replied. She smiled, then continued, "If you do find the medallion, come back and see me. I'd love to see what that thing looks like!" I stood and followed Sue to the door. Just before I left the office, I turned and asked, "Uh, Doctor, can you tell us what became of 'Mary'?" "She had a beautiful baby girl. After the birth, she started going to the gym and slimmed down to a perfect size 3. Met a man, got married and had two more babies, another girl and a boy. I still see her on a regular basis for her annual physical. She seems to be a very happy, devoted wife and mother." -0-0-0- "Wow, what a story! Do you believe it?" Sue asked as we drove back home. "Considering the evidence sitting beside you, how could you not believe?" "I guess." Sue was silent for a few minutes. "If we found the medallion again, would you use it?" "To change back to myself? In a heartbeat," I replied. Sue nodded and fell silent until we pulled into our driveway. "Aren't you a bit curious what it feels like to be a real woman? Or what it feels like to be pregnant?" she asked as I pulled into our driveway. I drove into the garage and shut off the engine before I replied, "I guess every man is curious about what it feels like to be a woman, and by extension, what it would be like to be pregnant at one time or another. But for me, no, I don't think so. I've had enough of being a woman, even if it is only half of one." "That's good. I hate to think what it would be like if both of us were suffering from morning sickness at the same time." Sue laughed. "Although..." I began slowly, "I might consider using a nursing bra and help you with the feeding once in a while." "It's a good thing the medallion is lost then, otherwise, I just might take you up on your offer." "With these 'mosquito bite' sized boobs?" I asked cupping my small "A" cup breasts. "I don't think so. The poor baby would starve." "You never know," Sue winked. I just shook my head. "Why don't you turn on the news while I fix us something to eat?" I suggested as we walked into the kitchen. Sue continued on to the living room. A minute later I heard the TV turn on. Twenty seconds after that, I heard Sue calling me by my real name, something she did only when she was excited or mad at me. "Mike! Come quick! There's a forest fire on the news and I think it's near the cabin!" I sat down next to Sue and watched the newscast. "...Thank you, Battalion Chief Benson for the update. We continue our aerial coverage of the forest fire in the ...." The image switched from a very haggard looking fireman to an aerial view of the fire. Centered in the picture full involved, was a stone and timber structure, just a few feet from the riverbank. "Our beautiful cabin!" Sue exclaimed, pointing at the television. "It's burning!" "It's insured, honey. Besides, the walls are made of stone even if it does burn, we can rebuild it as good as new." "But what if the medallion is still there and it's been destroyed in the fire? What then?" I felt a coldness in the pit of my stomach. Yes, what then? The tiny bit of hope Doctor Smith had given me of somehow finding the medallion and regaining my old body back would be gone forever. -0-0-0- Even though the fire was relatively small, burning less than two hundred acres, and destroying a total of six cabins, it was three days before we were allowed into the burn area to look at the cabin. Except for the stone walls that were still standing, the fire had totally destroyed our little cabin and its contents. Fighting back tears, we surveyed the charred rubble, looking for anything that might have miraculously survived. About the only thing that was still recognizable was the antique pot belly stove we used sometimes to heat the cabin. Everything else was charred ash and twisted lumps of metal. I was mentally calculating what it would cost to rebuild, when Sue announced that she had to get out of the cabin's shell and get some fresh air. I glanced up at the single remaining badly burned rafter and nodded absently as she stepped through the doorway that had once exited out on to the deck. Two seconds later I heard a faint crash then Sue exclaim, "Ouch! Damn it! Ohmigawd! MICHELLE COME HERE QUICK!" Concerned Sue might have been hurt, I raced to the door, and skidded to an abrupt halt at the threshold. Half covered with soot and ash, Sue was sitting in the middle of a pile of charred beams, a huge grin on her face. In her outstretched hand, she held a long chain and a bronze medallion! Against all odds, Sue had found the Medallion of Zulo when what was remaining of the deck had collapsed under her! It must have fallen through a crack when I had taken it off! If only I had thought to look under the deck that day, then my transformation would have been just an amusing memory! Miraculously, it didn't appear to have been damaged by the fire. -0-0-0- I don't think that either of us could tell you what happened on the way home after Sue found the medallion. The first thing we did when we walked into the house was change out of our dirty clothing, showered and had dinner, (Sue was eating for two remember). Throughout the meal, we kept throwing glances at the medallion lying on the dining room table between us. As humble looking as it was, it held our future within its dull bronze surface. You would think that as soon as our meal was finished, we would have rushed into the bedroom. Instead, we took our time, as if neither of us wanted to lose our strange intimacy that had grown in the last year. It wasn't until later when I opened our closet that I realized that we, or rather, I had a big problem. About six months before the fire, about the time Sue realized she was pregnant and before we had known about the medallion, I had donated most of my male clothing to charity. What little I hadn't given away, mainly a few tee shirts and some heavy socks I had worn as Michelle, which made everything remaining virtually worthless as a catalyst to change me back. "Oh, my God, Michelle," Sue said when the realization finally sunk in. "I'm so sorry." I could only nod. "Maybe there's a sock or something hiding somewhere in a drawer that I haven't worn yet." Sue just shook her head, a look of profound sadness on her face. We sat on the bed, just staring at the closet and holding hands. When Sue yawned some time later, she apologized and said she was worn out and had to get some sleep. We would sleep on it, she suggested, and maybe we would have a solution tomorrow. I couldn't think of a better plan, so followed her to bed a few minutes later. -0-0-0- We were awaken early the following morning by a frantic phone call from one of my customers who was having major problems (again!) with his main frame. I told him that I needed to get to my computer and would call him back after I had logged onto his system remotely. I leaned over and kissed Sue, telling her to go back to sleep, there was no reason for her to get up this early. She mumbled something in reply, turned over and was softly snoring before I could pull the covers back. I got out of bed and threw my bathrobe on. Still half asleep I made my way to my office. Twenty minutes later I had exercised my "administrator rights" and had connected with the caller's main frame. "What in the hell did he do this time?" I said to myself as I navigated through the operating system. There was something in his data base that was playing havoc with everything. I'd never seen anything this screwed up before. I gave the client a call, and told him that he would be down for at least a couple of hours and went back to work. Two hours and a pot of coffee later I was still at it. I had already eliminated the possibility of a virus or Trojan horse, and was working to restore the operating system without having it crash on me as it had twice within the last hour. "Honey?" I heard behind me. I glanced around and saw Sue standing in the doorway, fully dressed and holding her purse. "Got a moment to talk?" I glanced at my monitor, confirmed my program was running smoothly at this point, and then nodded. I swiveled around and asked what was up. "I was thinking about the medallion and what Doctor Smith said. Remember what she said about touching new clothing to the medallion, that it would change the wearer to fit the clothing?" "I remember her saying that. Are you proposing that we do that? But what about restoring me to my original body? There must be something I haven't worn since then." "There may have been something at the cabin, but if there had been it's gone now." "Yeah, I suppose so," I said sadly. "It's just that I wanted to become me again, not some male version of what I am now. What if you don't like how I turn out?" "Honey, it doesn't matter what the 'outside' you look like, the 'you' that I fell in love with would still be here, at least on the inside. I love you with all my heart and always will regardless what or rather who you look like. I told you that the first day, and I still mean it. I love you!" "And I love you too," I smiled warmly. "Besides, think of the possibilities!" Sue continued excitedly. "You can look like or actually be anyone you want. All it will take is the right combination of clothing." "Hum, I could be tall, dark and handsome," I mused, teasing Sue a little. "How about 7 feet two inches tall, like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar?" Sue quipped naming her favorite LA Lakers basketball player. "He's tall, dark and handsome." Startled, I shook my head at the thought. "Well, maybe not quite that tall, but I certainly would like a body that's fit and a little more athletic than this one." I was about to continue when my computer dinged. Swearing under my breath I turned back to the computer to read the error code. "Honey, I'm going to run to the mall before it gets too crowded. Can you break away for an hour and help me pick out..." "I'm sorry Sue, but I really can't leave this right now. This guy is one of my bigger clients, and I've got to get this fixed before he goes with someone else." I bent over the keyboard and began typing code in furiously. "Why don't you go ahead and pick something out for me." "Do you have any preference of what...?" "What? No, just pick something out that you would be happy with. After all, it will be what I'll look like for the rest of my life, so you might as well tailor it to suit yourself." "You're sure? I'm mean, what if you don't like...." she asked doubtfully. "Honey, as long as you're happy, I'll be happy." "Okay, but don't ever say I didn't ask. One designer body coming up," Sue said cheerfully. -0-0-0- Two hours later, I sat back and watched in satisfaction as the client's main frame rebooted without any problem. I was stiff and long overdue for a potty break. I pushed my chair back and stretched, got up, walked around for a few seconds then headed to the bathroom. I hiked my nightie and robe up and sat on the toilet. By this time tomorrow, I thought, peeing in this position will be just a memory. When I finished, I decided that I really needed a shower. I stripped my night clothes off and turned on the hot water. As I waited for the water to warm up, I glanced at the clock. Sue had been gone for nearly three hours! What was taking her so long? I wondered. When I had been male, I could go into a store and come out twenty minutes later with a dozen different items. Glancing down, I noticed that I had a little bit of stubble on my legs. I decided to shave them one last time. Tomorrow, I would have to shave again, but then it would be my face. The thought seemed strange after so long of being without whiskers. I ended up shaving my legs, underarms and touching up my bikini trim as well as shampooing and conditioning my shoulder length hair before deciding I had better get going. -0-0-0- Another hour passed before I heard Sue's car pull up in the driveway. I went out to meet her and help carry in the bags of clothing I knew she would have brought back. Two trips later our bed was piled high with shopping bags of clothing. "Went a little overboard, don't you think?" I asked eyeing the unopened bags. "Nope!" Sue replied cheerfully. "Bought just what I needed for you and a few things for myself." "All right, what do you want me to do?" "Take your clothes off and stand in front of the mirror. This time I want to watch the changes as they happen." "Okay," I said after I stripped and stepped in front of the mirror. "What now?" Sue slipped the medallion's chain over my head, carefully avoiding touching the medallion itself. There was no way either of us wanted me to accidentally become a complete twin of Sue, especially since she was 7 months pregnant. "I really want this to be a surprise, so close your eyes while I touch the clothing to the medallion." I began to grow nervous, when I remembered Sue's parting comment about not making suggestions. What if she did change me into a "Kareem Abdul-Jabbar" type? I could probably live with being seven feet two inches tall, but what would the neighbors think! "Now keep them closed," Sue said, as I felt articles of clothing brush gently against my chest and the medallion. I felt the initial faint shock I vaguely remembered from so long ago. "Okay, want to open your eyes and watch?" Sue asked excitedly. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. I have to admit I wanted to watch the changes myself. Nothing much happened for a few minutes. Then I started to notice things shifting and moving about. The longer I watched the more my mouth dropped open. I glanced incredulously up at Sue standing beside me. She had a huge grin of approval on her face. I tore my gaze away and turned back to the mirror. Finally, the changes slowed to a stop, I had completed changing. "Are you sure?" I asked Sue, still stunned at what I was seeing. "Yep," Sue smiled. "I think you turned out even better than I had hoped. In fact, you're perfect!" "Perfect!" I exclaimed as I turned to look at myself in profile. I glanced at Sue, her eyes were brimming with excitement and full of love. "Well, it's not exactly what I would have picked out," I said slowly as I exhaled the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Maybe not, but I just know you're going to love it. Once you get used to it, that is," Sue beamed. I turned back toward the mirror again, eyeing the five-inch difference in our height. "How tall do you think I am?" "If I made my calculations correctly, you should be about five foot 5 or 6 inches, about average for a woman. I chose that height mainly because it's easier to find nice clothing for someone your size than for someone as tall as I am. Changing your age took a little more planning than just changing your body. Then the perfect solution came to me! I know you like to swim as much as I do, so I used a new, unworn competition swimsuit from the university junior varsity team's inventory to give you a 19-year old's world class swimmer's body. I used Brooke's barrettes to change your hair color and a pair of my sunglasses to give you green eyes like mine. Everything important was new in the package, so we don't have to worry about you being another 'Mary'." Sue giggled. "Well, that's a relief," I sighed. I looked back at the nude reflection of the young green-eyed blonde in the mirror. I was now a very completely female version of what I had been, only cuter, well- proportioned, obviously very fit body that was very flat chested. "But, why did you change me completely into a girl? I'm not complaining mind you, it's a terrific body, if I wasn't married, was five years younger and a male again, I could certainly want to know her much better. "I'll just bet you would at that, honey. Something tells me that you'll become intimately more familiar with that nineteen-year-old body sooner than you think!" Sue laughed, then gave me a broad wink. Ignoring the not so subtle remark, "Just curious, why so flat chested and so young looking?" "A number of reasons, while I love you as my husband, I didn't want to lose my best girlfriend just yet. Secondly, I know this was selfish of me, but since you said you wanted an athletic body, and I really need another girl on the junior varsity swim team I thought why not use the medallion to do both?" Sue giggled. "And, if you work really hard at it, you can move up from Junior Varsity to Senior Varsity in no time at all!" I just looked at my naked body again and sighed as she continued. "I know you like women with large breasts, but to be a successful competitive woman swimmer, you have to be nearly flat chested, an "A" or nearly a "B" at most. Thirdly, even though your penis feels like a tampon when it's inside of me..." "A tampon! But you never said anything about..." I stammered, interrupting. I suddenly felt like Sue had kicked me in my now non- existent testicles. Sue looked at me, smiled, and then gently stroked my soft cheek. "Honey, don't worry about it. Even if it was a little small, I really enjoyed making love with you. As I was saying, before you interrupted me, even though it was small, your libido was getting way too high and I frankly needed a break for a while." "You could have said something," I protested. Was I really that demanding? Is two or three times a day too much? I wondered. "Mostly though, I wanted to take you up on your promise." Sue continued as though I hadn't interrupted her again. "My promise? What promise was that?" I asked mystified. Sue reached into another bag and withdrew a plain white cotton bra. Unlike the swimsuit she had just used to give me my figure with its "A" cup breasts, the bra had cups that looked three times as large. "Your promise to help with the nursing," Sue grinned. "Don't worry, when you're done being a wet nurse, we'll buy you some men's clothing and I can have my tall and handsome husband back. Just as you wanted, I promise!" "In the meantime, since you've officially switched gender teams, how would you like to join the girls' Junior Varsity Swim Team?" Sue asked with a smile, as she held up the swimsuit. "Okay," I sighed. "Let me have the suit and I'll try it on." Of course, the suit fit as though it had been custom made for me. Which it was in a way, only in reverse, I had been made to fit it. -0-0-0- Sue had held me to my promise, although I still say it had been more of a joke than a real promise. A week before Sue's due date, we dug out the medallion and touched the 32 "D" nursing bra to it. To say that it felt weird beyond description when my tiny "nearly an A" breasts began to enlarge and fill with milk would be an understatement. We had badly misjudged the time it would take for me to actually begin lactating. To our astonishment, milk was dribbling out of my nipples almost before Sue set the bra down. I spent an uncomfortable half hour while Sue looked for the breast pump. After that it was simply a matter of expressing copious amounts of milk from my breasts whenever I felt "full". Unfortunately, that was about every three hours. I could tell Sue thought it was hilarious by the amused sideways glances she kept giving me. Thankfully, she kept her comments to herself, especially after I threatened her with a divorce if she even so much as thought of the word "cow"! In spite of everything though, even when I experienced my first period, I didn't regret a single moment from the day Stephanie was born. I even took over the feeding entirely, much to Sue's annoyance. I didn't mind, once little Stephanie and I got a routine established, I discovered that it was a perfect time and place to read. Although I knew she wouldn't understand a word I said, I read softly out loud to Stephanie. Best of all, my little library grew enormously. -0-0-0- We had just put Stephanie to bed after celebrating her third birthday. We cleaned up the mess from the party and had retired to our bedroom not long afterwards. As we undressed, I paused to admire Sue's body. Having a baby hadn't been all that hard on it, and she had regained her figure quickly. Of course, the Medallion helped a little, including, by using a pair of unworn panties in her pre-pregnancy size, she brought her hips back to her pre-pregnancy size. Which naturally had the unexpected side effect of restoring her virginity! Although I didn't use the Medallion, after I had weaned Stephanie, I had regained most of my figure. What hadn't changed much were my breasts, they shrunk down to a "C" cup and stayed that size. With my already terrific figure they looked quite sensuous in low-cut tops, much to Sue's delight. I pulled my thigh length silky nightie on and slipped between the covers. Sue turned out the lights and putting an arm around my shoulders, snuggled up beside me. She began gently caressing me. "Honey, I've been thinking," Sue said softly. Oh, oh, now what? I thought. "Stephanie is such a little sweetheart. Don't you think it's time we started thinking about having another?" Oddly, I had been thinking along those lines myself for the last few months. Now that Stephanie was beginning to get around by herself, I really missed the fun and challenge of having an infant and toddler around. If I had been honest with myself, I would have admitted that I really missed the intimacy of my "mommy time" as I breast feed Stephanie. "I wouldn't mind having another baby, but I'm afraid it wouldn't truly be ours," I said softly. "What do you mean, it wouldn't be ours?" Sue asked sounding surprised. "Of course, it would!" I took her hand from my breast and gently guided it to the soft mound between my legs. I let her fingers roam around for a few minutes before I answered her question. "I'm not exactly equipped at the moment to make it happen, remember?" I said, not without a touch of sadness. I had been a woman for such a long time, that I almost forgot about the medallion. The truth be known, I had become very comfortable as a female. I tried to move her hand away, her gentle stroking was making me a little wet. Not that I minded much, I had always loved having sex with Sue. Unfortunately, since Sue had completely changed me into a woman, our lovemaking had dropped to near zero. Sue, bless her heart, could not bring herself to really get into the girl on girl version we were forced to adopt. Now for some reason she was really getting into it. It was very nice, but we were trying to have a serious conversation after all. In that last regard, Sue was being most uncooperative. "But in answer to your question; yes, I would love to have another baby with you. You'd have to be, uh... have, uh.... Stop that! ...be artificially inseminated.... Will you quit.... No, just keep going, it feels so good! God, I love you Sue, more than I can tell you," I managed to gasp breathlessly. "I love you too, honey. I was hoping you would say yes! By the way, when I was at the mall today, I bought a brand-new jockstrap just in case you did," Sue confessed. "And we still have the medallion...." "Go get them!" I panted, rapidly nearing the point of having a huge orgasm. "Well, if you're really sure," Sue said coyly. "I mean, we shouldn't start anything that we both aren't totally committed to..." "Go get the medallion!" I groan in frustrated exasperation. "Okay, keep the motor running while I get it!" Sue laughed as she leaped out of bed and rushed to the dresser where we had hidden the medallion. I stripped off my nightie to make my breasts more accessible. Sue began rummaging through the dresser, looking for the medallion. "Where is that damned thing?" she kept mumbling. For a brief moment, I wondered if I could remember how to do it again as a man after being a woman for so long. Speaking of long, what was taking her so long? I decided that after I used the medallion to become a man again, I would just let nature take its course. I mean, how hard could it be to penetrate the woman you love? "I can't find the medallion. I know it's here somewhere, but I just can't find it," Sue said sounding very disappointed. "That's alright," I replied, "come back to bed and we'll look for it later." -0-0-0- Life isn't half bad I thought as I stretched out on the newly rebuilt deck of our mountain home. The trees were beginning to grow back, and the cost to rebuild had been mostly covered by the insurance. The only extra cost that wasn't covered was the addition of a metal roof to replace the original shake roof. It had been nearly three years since the fire. We almost decided not to rebuild, but in the end had. Neither of us have regretted it. It makes the perfect vacation home for our growing family. Our growing family! I smiled at the memories that little statement brings up. I thought back to that night nearly five months ago the day Sue purchased the jockstrap. -0-0-0- "Are you ready, dear?" Sue had asked as she finally slipped back under the covers. She placed her hand between my legs again and resumed her manipulation. "Does this feel good?" she whispered hotly in my ear. "Oh, yes!" In spite of playing with my breasts while Sue was looking for the medallion, I had cooled down a bit. Two seconds after she had returned to bed, I was so close to having a huge orgasm again that all I could do was moan. "Does it feel good when I do this?" she asked, slipping a finger inside of me. Was she crazy or just teasing me, of course it felt good, in fact it felt wonderful! "Oh, yes," I moaned. She abruptly withdrew her finger. I pleaded, "Oh, no, don't stop now! Please don't stop." "Just a minute," Sue whispered. I felt her hand pushing against my inner thigh. I obediently spread my legs wider apart. Sue instantly positioned herself on her knees between my legs. "What are you doing?" I asked a little startled. "I was in an uncomfortable position," Sue whispered, "and I couldn't do this." I felt her tongue on one of my nipples. "Oh, that's nice," I sighed, as she worried the fat nipple between her teeth. I felt a sharp pain. "Don't bite!" Sue mumbled an apology as she placed an elbow next to my chest and began playing with the other nipple with her hand. I could feel her other hand busy stroking me below. At one point she brushed her finger across my clitoris, causing me to jerk with the sudden jolt of pleasure/pain that ensued. Sue released the nipple from between her lips and moved upward to give me a deep kiss. Oh, God, I thought, it doesn't get better than this! Sue now had me locked in a deep kiss, and was fondling my breasts and nipples with both hands. I could feel her hand, fingers extended stiffly, gently probe the entry to my.... What the...! A third hand!?! Oh my God.... She didn't! I tried to push myself away from... I'm a still a virgin, she can't do this....! Too late, I thought as I felt the massive organ slip inside of me. She had! There was a brief tearing sensation, a little bit of pain, then... All I could remember about the first time was that I saw every color in the rainbow as wave after wave of sheer and utter pleasure rocked though me. They seemed to go on forever, and was over seemingly in a split second. Just when I thought I could finally catch my breath, Sue began slowly moving in and out. A second later I saw colors again, ones I hadn't seen the first time. The third and probably the best rainbow, the one with all the fireworks, was preceded by a sudden burst of liquid heat inside of me. I now knew from personal experience, exactly why Doctor Smith's "Mary" had liked using his ex-wife's body so much. Sex as a woman with a man isn't just good, it was wonderful, it was marvelous, and it was incredibly mind blowing! When my vision finally focused again, I saw Sue still on top of me, grinning like she had just won the lottery. I didn't need to look down to know what Sue had actually been doing while she'd been "searching" for the medallion. She'd put the medallion on, then touched the jockstrap to it, then removed it before she had changed completely into a male. The small part of her anatomy that had been changed was large, larger even than I'd been originally and I hadn't been exactly small in that area. "Surprise," she said cheerfully as she slowly pulled out. Surprise indeed! We lay side by side, trying to let our pounding hearts slow down to normal. She smiled. "You feel so good..." she said throwing a silky- smooth leg across mine. "I was thinking the same thing." I smiled and rolled on to my side, kissing her soft breasts. "Thought you wanted me to..." I began releasing the fat nipple I had been sucking on. "Be the man? That was my intention when I picked out the jockstrap. But by the time I got to the checkout counter, I began wondering why you should be the one to change all the time. Besides, didn't you once say 'every man is curious about what it feels like to be a woman'? Well, the reverse is true as well. Most women wonder what it's like to be a man. This was my one and only chance to see for myself." "And?" "And, it's very, very nice, really intense when you come, but I never realized how much work it is! As soon as the twelve hours are up, I intend to lose my little friend here forever..." I wrapped my petite hand around her penis. "Honey, take it from me, this is not so little," I giggled. "Maybe I should have bought a medium jockstrap, rather than an extra- large," Sue mused, sounding a little smug. I turned over on my side to face Sue, not really easy to do when you have one hand occupied as mine was. I studied her face and her eyes for a moment. "I think it's just about right," I said softly. I felt her beginning to stiffen again under my softly caressing fingers. "Huh, and just what do you think you're doing, if I may ask?" "Well, by my calculations, we still have eleven hours, forty-three minutes and ten seconds before you can use the medallion again. We might as well take advantage of it," I said seductively as I could. "Might as well..." Sue's face split into a big grin. "Then it's my turn." Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep that night. By the time we wore ourselves out, I really didn't mind that I ended up sleeping in the "wet spot". At least not too much. The next morning, because Sue had used the medallion just after we had gone to bed at 10:00, she couldn't change back until the twelve hours were up. We stayed in bed a little later than normal enjoying each other's company. This time we made love slowly and much more tenderly than the night before. Just as we finished, Stephanie walked into our bedroom and announced that she was hungry! We decided that we had better get up and get going. We shared a shower, which took twice as long as normal. Sue had become embarrassingly aroused when she washed my back and we needed to work things out (or in, if you prefer). We almost ran out of hot water to correct that not so little problem. I dressed in a pair of denim shorts and tank top and started preparing breakfast for the three of us. Sue tried to find something of hers that would fit her altered groin. She really should have used a medium rather than an extra-large. She finally decided that until the twelve hours were up, she would just wear her bra and a long tee shirt style tunic that came to about mid-thigh. When I saw she was obviously not wearing any panties, I laughed. "I'm sorry, but I think that I'm going to decline your offer. I'm a little sore this morning!" Sue glanced down at the growing bulge under her tee, and scowled, "How do you guys control this thing?" "Sometimes, it just has a mind of its own," I laughed. After we ate, Sue and I played with Stephanie for about an hour, until she decided that her dolls were more important than her two mothers. At ten, Sue decided that she had had enough of the "beast that had a mind of its own" used the medallion and the panties she had used to restore her virginity to lose her not so little "friend". After she put a pair of panties on, we returned to the kitchen and talked about what I should look like after I used the medallion. We finally agreed on the minor details, such as height, (5'11") the color of my hair and eyes, (they were to remain blonde and green) and a few other things. The one thing that did not require compromise was that I would be fully male again. Once we agreed on the details, we started working out exactly what clothing we needed. Obviously, everything had to be brand new, preferably in the original factory packaging. All that remained to do, was to go shopping! Unfortunately, just as we were preparing to put Stephanie in her car seat, we were interrupted. -0-0-0- Sue's parents had just "dropped by" for a two-week visit. As usual, they hadn't bothered to call ahead to let us know they were coming. "We were just in the neighborhood and thought we would stop in and say 'hi'!" Yeah, right! They lived on the other side of the country! Their just "just in the neighborhood" required a seven-hour airline flight and a two-hour drive in a rental car! Still, it was good to see them again since it was the first visit we'd had since Stephanie's birth three years prior. That first visit, a month after the birth, had probably been the second most memorable and strangest day in my life after the first time the Medallion changed me. As I had said earlier, Sue had used the medallion to change me completely into a young woman about a month or so before she was due. Three weeks after that, Sue had used a nursing bra on me that caused my breasts to lactate so that I could help breastfeed Stephanie. That's what I was doing when Sue's parents showed up unexpectedly. I don't know who was more embarrassed, me or Sue's father when they walked in to the nursery and saw me sitting there with Stephanie. Sue's dad turned bright red and returned to the living room to chat with Sue. Sue's mom, however, sat down and waited patiently until I was through. We chatted for a while as she exercised her grandmother privilege to change Stephanie and put her down for her nap. As we quietly left the nursery, Mom turned to me, looked me up and down, (mostly down for she was as tall as Sue, making me four or five inches shorter than she was). "I see you finally had the operation," she said with a genuine smile. "I have to admit, I had my doubts about what you were doing. But I must say, the surgeons did an excellent job. You have a very nice figure and except for your nose being a little too large, you're quite attractive." Stunned, I stood in open mouthed incredibility as Mom proceed to the living room. I absolutely could not believe I'd heard her correctly. Was she that na?ve that she really thought my loss of nearly eighty pounds and seven inches in height, not to mention the fact that at the moment my own natural breasts were producing more milk than Elsie the Cow, was through the skills of a surgeon? And what was that snide comment about my nose? Sue found me in the bathroom shortly afterwards, intently staring at my nose. I had just come to the conclusion that it wasn't too large, in fact it was downright cute! Sue thought it was the funniest thing she had ever heard when I told her what I was doing and why. To this day, I still find myself glancing at my nose in the mirror once in a while. -0-0-0- This time they had a surprise for us. Mom and Dad had decided that we needed some "quality" time together. One of the main reasons of their visit, was to babysit three-year-old Stephanie while Sue and I went on a "second honeymoon". They even provided an all-expense paid train trip through the Canadian Rockies! We didn't find out the other reason they wanted us out of the way until we had returned. Due to a delay in their flight, they arrived 24 hours later than they had planned. Normally that wouldn't have been a problem, except our reservations for our trip was for the following day. To make matters worse, our airline reservations to the city where the tour started was in two hours! By the time we hurriedly packed and drove to the airport, we only had twenty minutes to check-in. As we were leaving Sue's mother kissed us both good-bye, then whispered in my ear. "Don't you think it's time you two started on another baby? Little Stephanie needs a baby sister." It suddenly dawned on me why Sue's parents were so anxious for us to leave. They were hoping for another grandchild to spoil! Being on a ten-day train trip alone would certain give us the opportunity to start an addition to our little family! That sounded good to me, but it would have to wait until I could use Sue's "jockstrap solution'" to become a man again. -0-0-0- I didn't mention Mom's comment to Sue until we settled back in our first-class seats. "I really didn't have the heart to tell her that since my "operation", I'm now as much a real woman as you are, without the medallion I could never be the father if we had another baby." Sue looked at me and winked. "Who said you have to be the father? You said it yourself, you're are as real a woman as I am...." "What! That's not what I mean!" I exclaimed. "Besides, I'm not sure I could handle being pregnant." Sue laughed and said that she had loved being pregnant and as long as I was willing to nurse the baby as I had Stephanie, she would "make the sacrifice" and carry it. But everything would have to be placed on hold until we returned home, including me returning to being a man, then we would "work on it." That seemed to settle the issue, so nothing more was mentioned for the rest of the trip. -0-0-0-0 We really enjoyed the trip and vowed to take it again when Stephanie and her future younger sibling was old enough. When we returned home, we found out the other reason Sue's parents wanted us gone in our back yard. Sue's carefully tended vegetable garden, was gone! In its place was a brand-new gazebo and hot tub! "Surprise!" Sue's parents said simultaneously. Sue was strangely quiet when she saw the gazebo and hot tub. "Michelle, we need to talk -- later," Sue whispered as she forced a smile. Sue's parent were so proud of their gift that they insisted that we try it out as soon as we unpacked our luggage and had a bite to eat. While we were in the hot tub, they would pack and prepare to return home, their secret mission having been completed. Sue and I were in the tub when her parents said good-bye and left. I could tell that Sue's smile and cheerful behavior was forced when she thanked her parents again for the hot tub and gazebo. We waited until we heard their rental car leave before we both stripped off our suits. We looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief. Sue grew serious again as tears began to form in her eyes. Seeing that she was obviously upset, I maneuvered around to straddle her thighs facing her. After a number of enjoyable kisses, she slowly calmed enough to speak. "Honey, I'm so, so sorry!" Sue broke down and started crying. "I didn't know. Had I... had I the slightest idea, I never would have done it." She broke in heaving sobs. "Sue, what are you talking about? What wouldn't you have done?" Sue looked up at me and asked between sobs. "Can you ever forgive me?" "Forgive you for what? What could you have possibly done to beg my forgiveness? Whatever it is, as long as we have each other there is nothing to forgive. I'll love you forever, no matter what." Sue gave me a weak smile. "I only did it because I wanted it keep it safe." "Keep what safe?" "The medallion. I put it in a jar and buried it in the vegetable garden. It was right about where we're sitting." Right about where we're sitting? The medallion was under six thousand pounds of hot tub and water and an additional 6500 pound slab of reinforced concrete! For the second time in my life I felt my stomach turn over. To be honest, my first thought was anger. How could she be so stupid as to bury the medallion in her garden? I took a few seconds to calm down. "Sweetheart, don't blame yourself for something your parents did. You can't blame them either. They had no idea you'd buried the medallion where they built the gazebo. Even if they had seen it, they wouldn't even know what the medallion does. It was one of those unfortunate events that sometimes just happen." Nobel words coming from an ex-male condemned to a life time of femininity. Perhaps even worse, another baby, at least one conceived by Sue and I, was simply out of the question. "I can live with being a woman until we can figure out what to do. Most of the time I've really enjoyed it. However, I know how much you wanted another baby sweetheart. But obviously that is out of the question now. I'm the one that should ask for your forgiveness! We had plenty of time for me to use the medallion before your parents showed up and I didn't do it." "But you wouldn't have had the male body we agreed to! You would have ended up as a male version of what you currently are." Sue gave a little giggle. "You'd be a man that was shorter than average, skinny with a big prick! And I would lose my star swimmer on the team as a result! We would both end up losers." Her comment caused me to smile. "You know, there are other ways of becoming pregnant. I could find a tall, dark and handsome guy and have lots and lots of sex with him," Sue continued, bring a hurt look from me. "Or, which might be more practical, I could be artificially inseminated." "If you really want another baby, I suppose I could live with the artificial insemination idea. But let's just think about it for a while, we have plenty of time to have another child. Okay?" We held each other for comfort and reflection on our fate. Considering our (my) circumstances, I felt that having another child was a little premature and the worst thing that could happen to us. As it turned out, I was being more than just a little pessimistic. Unknown to me, Sue meet with her gynecologist the next day. Three days later, she had appointment with Dr. Smith for what Sue claimed was a routine checkup. -0-0-0- Life isn't half bad I thought as I stretched out on the newly rebuilt deck of our mountain home. The trees were beginning to grow back, and the cost to rebuild had been mostly covered by the insurance. It was the perfect vacation home for our growing family. Our growing family! I smiled at the thought as I reached over to the table to put my book down and pick up a small clear bottle. I heard Sue walk up behind me, glancing up at her, I smiled and said, "Hi." She returned my smile and sat down beside me. She took the bottle of baby oil from my hand. "I told you the bikini would still fit. How are you feeling?" Sue asked as she began spreading the oil on my stomach. "How do I feel?" I reached up and pulled Sue's face close to mine. I gave her a long deep kiss. When I released her, I gently rubbed my extended stomach. "How do I feel? Fat! Very pregnant and very ... well, maternal." "It's a little late now, but any regrets?" Sue asked, as she handed me the bottle of baby oil to spread on her slightly smaller expanding stomach. A little late now? It had been far too late ten minutes after she had touched the jockstrap to the medallion. I knew what she had really asked was did I have any regrets about losing my manhood and being stuck as a woman and a mother for the rest of my life. Or was she referring to her decision to have our gynecologist impregnate her with sperm from an anonymous donator? I hadn't been exactly thrilled when I found out what she had done. I realize now that she had wanted to have another baby herself in the first place. It had been her intention to have me use the medallion that fateful night. But the instant Sue had picked up the jockstrap, she made the fateful decision to see what all the fuss was with being a man once in her life instead. I just stuck my tongue out at her. Sue laughed, saying that she knew exactly how I felt. But she didn't, not really. She'd been a female all her life and had a prior pregnancy to relate to. This was all new, and very scary, to me! "Well, do you?" I asked. Sue just smiled sweetly and shook her head. I thought for a moment, remembering all that had transpired since the last time I had sat here just trying to read a different Harry Bosch mystery. I had been a man with a beautiful wife who loved me as much as I loved her. Even better than that, I'd had a brand-new book and the time to read it. There had been no doubt in my mind on that day that life was good, very good. I felt a sudden pang of sorrow when I thought about what I had lost when the Medallion of Zulo first entered our lives. In the stress and confusion of the day I had found the medallion, I hadn't thought to take the Harry Bosch mystery _"The Concrete Blonde"_ I'd been reading home with us. It had just begun getting interesting when Sue had returned from her shopping trip and I'd set it aside. My only copy had been forgotten at the cabin then later destroyed by the forest fire. And now it was out of print! The irony of my situation made me laugh, like the poor murder victim in the book _"The Concrete Blonde"_, I was a blonde whose body (my male body that is) is forever entombed in a cement slab. Maybe, before my baby comes and I won't have the time to look, I'll find a copy of the book in a used book store somewhere. I'll finally learn who the blonde entombed in cement had been, who had murdered her and why. Then life would be truly good again. POST SCRIPT: The only thing about all this that really makes me wonder is that when we returned from the trip through the Rockies, Sue's parents were acting just a little bit odd. It wasn't anything specific I could really put my finger on. Just little things, like Mom holding her fork in her left hand like Dad did and Dad getting up to help Sue clear the table, something Sue said she couldn't remember him ever doing before. It makes you kind of wonder if maybe they had found the jar and the medallion while working on the gazebo. I kind of hope they did. POST-POST SCRIPT: I just found out my baby is a boy! I think I'm going to name him Harry, after my favorite fictional detective, Hieronymus (Harry) Bosch. Won't that be neat! Author's note: Hieronymus Bosch was a 15th century artist whose works were described as "fantastic illustrations of religious concepts and narratives." His most famous works were triptych (three panel paintings) "The Garden of Earthly Delights" and "The Temptation of St. Anthony". Source: Wikipedia. fin.