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Chapter Thirty Two Week thirty nine and only three months left. We were frantically busy with work. Martin's contacts had proved a rich seam of opportunities. We were being stretched to our limits with work. Sam and Megan were out visiting clients and researching system requirements, most of the time. Tim, Martin and several of the freelancers worked on keeping existing clients happy whilst Megan and I led a team of freelancers writing new systems. Our business had grown massively in the last year. I had been thinking about Sam's needs and, although I hated the idea, I could not deny that my services as a stud were very much diminished. Sam loved the extra dimensions that I could bring to our love making, but I could sense the feeling of frustration with my diminished manhood. I had nothing to complain about because, with my increased sensitivity in my dick and the increase in the areas of pleasure that I possessed, I was getting easily as much pleasure as before. If we indulged in pure lesbian sex, Sam was happy. When the sex became heterosexual, then Sam was clearly less satisfied. I had to face up to the fact that sooner or later Sam needed sex with a man. I hated the idea but I could not ignore it. I tried to think of a way that Sam could scratch her itch without it endangering our relationship. The idea of Sam picking up a stranger was far too dangerous. Using one of the internet dating sites would expose Sam to needing to share too much information with someone who could then become a problem. I needed to let the problem float in my mind for a while. Monday evening and Mike joined Tim and I for a run. We covered about five miles through the park and along the street. It was fun. Even though I was the shortest I was the fastest. If I wanted to I could leave the other two trailing behind. I teased them by speeding up and slowing down as we ran. I was glowing at the end and the other two panting away. The weight that I had lost had increased my speed and endurance. The change in my body shape had not slowed me at all. Mike asked me if I wanted to watch him play the following Saturday. He also passed on a request from Liam to watch him play. I agreed to both. Sam was getting moody about being left on her own so I arranged for us to go to the theatre on Friday evening and out for a meal on the Saturday. Towards the end of the week we heard from our ex policeman friend. He had been interviewed by the IPCC again. They had been very interested in the source and reliability of the information that we had provided. They had said that the information appeared to be real. They added that there looked as though there was definitely a case that at least should have been investigated. They were going to look to see if there was any good reason why the case had not been investigated. The IPCC team also let slip that they had been contacted by a senior member of the serious fraud investigation team, asking about the same case. We were delighted that there was hope again that we could escape Justin. We had to wait and that waiting would be difficult. On the Wednesday I had a call from Cambridge. It was the research lab. Would I be prepared to spend a day with them so that they could do a thorough investigation. I was such a rare case that they had only ever heard of two other cases in the UK. The existence of triple xy cases was not that unusual. My case was strange in that I had developed normally, though I was very late through puberty, I had a high IQ, I had not been infertile, my facial development had been normal. I had not shown any of the symptoms of being xxxy. It would appear that XYxx was a very different syndrome. They pressed very hard for me to come to their lab. I stalled and discussed it with Sam. She suggested that I spend the day with them. The speed of my changes had surprised and disappointed both Sam and I. We had expected the changes to be much, much slower and easily reversible at the end of the year. We knew we were facing bigger problems and any one who could shed more light was welcome. I phoned back and agreed to spend a day with them the following week. Friday night and Sam and I dolled ourselves up. We had the best seats in the stalls and afterwards went for a late supper in the west end. It was a good evening and after we got a taxi home our love making was loving and tender and girl to girl. I was becoming adept at bringing Sam to climax with my tongue and hands. My male equipment was becoming an increasing disappointment to both of us. Saturday afternoon and there I was on the touchline in my tight jeans, knee length boots, silky blouse and short warm jacket. I had my hair up in a braid and wore my favourite dangly ear rings. I had been nervous that there would be players who would recognise me. No chance, being typical rugby types they talked to my boobs and studied my arse. The game was fun. The quality was not up with the professionals but the enthusiasm was. Mike was a destroyer of a blindside. He relished the tackling and had a wicked grin on his face every time he flattened a member of the opposition. He was big and brutal on the rugby field, a total contrast to the gentle, thoughtful Mike that I knew. He was a champion in turning over opposition ball. He was a human wrecking ball. It was a close game and the lead changed hands several times. As the game was drawing to a close Mike found himself ball in hand going flat out for the line. He went through the opposition full back and centre rather than go round them and scored under the posts. There was only time for the conversion before the final whistle. He was ecstatic when he came off the field. He went for a shower and I met him later in the club house. He was the hero of the hour. Much ribbing was taking place because it was his first try in three seasons. They were all saying that he had finally recognized what the ball was and what it was for. He normally just concentrated on inflicting pain on the opposition. We ate the obligatory after game meal and Mike started on the beer. His heroics had ensured that he had several beers lined up waiting for him. I had said that I would drive so that he could have a few beers. Over the next few hours there was beer and song and the telling of unlikely tales of derring do on the rugby field. I enjoyed the atmosphere and was jealous of those who had played. I had been twitchy on the touch line seeing opportunities and openings much faster than the home scrum half. I was amazed by Mike's capacity to drink beer. He seemed a lot more sober than he should. It was not until we left the club that his state of inebriation became more clear. He was extremely affectionate telling me how much he loved me, how beautiful I was and how much he wanted to marry me and make love to me, not necessarily in that order. We stopped in a quiet spot where we could do some necking on the way home. Mike was all over me. I could tell that his self control was being stretched to the limits. He was pleading for me to go home with him and spend the night. I could not think how to handle the situation when I realized that I had been undoing his belt. I thought oh what the hell and undid his flies. His large, extremely hard member was standing in all its glory. It was pretty and it was magnificent. I bent down and touched it with my lips as I held it in my hand. The skin was soft and velvety over the iron hardness. I opened my mouth and licked the end pulling the foreskin back to expose his large glans. I soon had my lips around him as he groaned with pleasure I could feel his pressure building quickly and I wanted him to have as much pleasure as possible so I slowed down. I played with his large balls with my hands as I teased his lovely dick with my mouth. I could taste his pre cum on my tongue as he groaned and moaned with need. I could feel the power that I had over this man as I held his dick in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his urgency. He was holding my head and trying to fuck my mouth. I concentrated on my tongue playing on the under part of the glans. I felt his pressure building in an unstoppable rush and soon he was coming in my mouth. I tried to swallow as fast as my mouth was filling but it overwhelmed me. I swallowed and swallowed but some escaped and dribbled down my chin. I had sucked a cock and enjoyed the power it had given me. I had loved the pleasure that someone that I cared for had got from my actions. I did not care, I was triumphant. Mike just kept saying thank you and I love you. I cleaned myself up and we kissed less urgently and more gently as Mike played with my breasts. I dropped him home and declined his urgent appeals to come in for a very dangerous coffee. I confessed to Sam what I had done and why. She was eager to know how I found Mike's dick, how it had felt in my hand and in my mouth. How had I felt when he came in my mouth? How big was it? How was it shaped? Was he circumcised? How did he taste? How did he react when I took him in my mouth? I wondered from her questions whether she wished it had been her. On Sunday morning I went to watch Liam play. Mike was subdued and full of apologies for his behaviour the previous day. I told him that I had done nothing more than I had wanted to. Liam had started calling me aunt Jen and was determined to show me how good he was at kicking the ball. He kicked it to me and when I tried to catch it, I found that my changed anatomy meant that when I went to pull the ball in to my chest, it hit flesh a moment before I was expecting it. It took several attempts before I could confidently compensate for my changed body shape. Mike looked at me in a strange way when I taught Liam how to do a proper spin pass. Liam played like a demented hare running flat out everywhere. After the game we went and enjoyed a pizza lunch, Liam's favourite. Mike pressed me again about going for a weekend away. The afternoon was spent with Liam and I returned to Sam in time for dinner. Chapter Thirty Three Week forty and time was running out. Sam and I had a review of our situation. I had twelve weeks left to spend three nights with Mike, get engaged and arrange a wedding. I knew that Mike was smitten with me and it would not be hard to egg him on to propose. How I was going to spend three nights with him, without discovery, I had no idea. The old chestnut of claiming that it was my period would never work. Why would I choose that time to finally go to bed with Mike? It would make no sense. Sam could not come up with any good ideas. Sam's morning sickness continued much to her annoyance. She was not at all used to feeling unwell, however briefly. Her randiness did not abate in the slightest and I knew that I was not satisfying her, heterosexually. I thought more and more about what she had said about her needs. There had to be some way that we could create a situation that we could both live with until I returned to being Tom, or as near to Tom as I could get. When Mike, Tim and I went running on the Monday, I used the time to mull over the problem and had the seeds of an idea. On Tuesday I went to meet the Cambridge research team. They measured me, scanned me, tested me, took half my blood for samples, they interviewed me, they got me to do a range of aptitude and intelligence tests. The day was packed. At the end I received some feedback. They were interested in the fact that I had not started puberty until much later than my friends. In primary school, I had been tall for my age. In secondary school I was still one of the tallest until the third form when the other boys shot past me. I was five foot seven by then, about the same height as my mother. I could still sing treble until my fifteenth birthday. Well after my fifteenth birthday my voice broke and, thankfully, my male appendages grew to a very satisfactory size. I only grew another inch taller and went from being the one of the tallest to being one of the shortest. My muscles and strength developed but I remained wiry rather than a brick shit house. It was unusual to be only one inch taller than mum and six inches shorter than dad. The only similarity that I had with xxxy people was the late development. Everything else was the reverse. It appeared that my additional two chromosomes were incomplete so that might explain the differences. Whatever the cause, it seemed that my body loved estrogen and responded to it very quickly. It appeared that I had gone through a second puberty, my pelvis had even changed. It was not by a large amount, but it was noticeable. The research team wanted more access to me later. Back at the studio I took Jackie aside. I knew that during one of her off periods during her on off relationship with Tim she had a short fling with Danny. She had joined a large group of women including Megan, to sample the delights of Danny. "Jackie, I know this sounds like an intrusive question but I wanted to ask you about Danny." Jackie gave me a very suspicious look. "Ah, the lovely Danny, what do you want to know?" "Didn't you have a relationship with him at one time?" "Well if you could call it that. Danny never has a relationship with any woman. He loves women in general. He has no intention of loving a woman. Many women have tried to hook the sexy Danny, but none have succeeded. Why do you want to know?" "Just curious." "Well if you want to get laid by Danny, you will need to get your plumbing fixed, he is the most heterosexual person that I know." "I was only curious." "Yeah, a likely story. Well I can tell you that sexually he is the dream man. He is a thoughtful and exciting lover. He enjoys every moment and he makes sure you do. He is a sexy hunk of a man and his equipment is in scale with the rest of him. I only went with him because I was hellish horny and frustrated. I have no regrets. If you want any further references, ask Megan. But remember, he has no intention of committing to anyone." Much as I hated the idea, maybe I had the solutions to Sam's needs. Although I had by now got totally used to being Jen, there must still be some Tom around. I tended to wear jeans or trousers rather than skirts and dresses. I wore minimal make up unless we were going out. My underwear was selected more for comfort than sexiness, unless I was with Mike. I wore my hair in a plait or a pony tail now that it was longer. I only wore high heels when we were out and possessed only a tiny fraction of the number of dresses and skirts that Sam did. I wore little jewelry and my only silliness was my liking for dangly ear rings. When we were out Sam was always being hit on by guys. She must exude a special femininity. I got hit on by guys, but nowhere near as often as Sam. What surprised me was that I got hit on by women. I had been hit on by women often enough that I had developed a reliable gaydar. I was much less aware of dishy men than Sam. I suppose I must come across as a lesbian. I was neither fish nor fowl. We had good news from our policeman friend. In response to questions by the IPCC, the case was being opened again by a different team. An investigation was being started as to why the original case was not pursued. He had also been asked, by the investigation team, if his mysterious contact could get any evidence that would link the money to the award of the contract. We got straight on to Kevin who said he would trawl through King-Smyth's phone and email records. Things were looking up. In the light of what happened, the last time the case was opened, I tried to make sure that Sam never went anywhere alone. Thursday was a day of high trauma. I had a desperate call from Mike. His ex wife had walked out on her partner, leaving him a note that she was off to the states with a guy that she had been seeing on the side for some while. Liam was left with her partner. She did not even say goodbye to him. Liam had been dumped with four bin bags of clothes and toys on Mike's doorstep. There was one extremely distraught child and a very desperate Mike. I agreed to go over and help him. I packed a small bag and set off. When I arrived Liam was in a daze, weeping and Mike was trying to comfort him. When I arrived Liam clung to me. We could not get him to eat or even let go of either of us. He was a destroyed little boy whose world had been ripped apart. He had survived the divorce, but this was a much more bitter blow. His mother had just abandoned him. I cradled Liam until it was time for bed and then I sat with him until he fell asleep. As soon as I knew he was safely asleep, I then had to cuddle a very upset Mike. I needed to stop over so that I was there when Liam awoke in the morning. Mike only had two bedrooms, so I said that I would sleep on the sofa, Mike said the same. It looked very uncomfortable. In the end we agreed to share the bed on the strict proviso that he did not attempt to have sex with me. I was quite happy with kissing or even letting him play with my breasts, but nothing down below. When we finally went to bed Mike wore pyjama bottoms and I wore a nightdress. It was so strange wearing something in bed for the first time in my adult life. We kissed and cuddled and Mike played with my breasts. I was so turned on. I wished that I had a vagina so that I could satisfy the large erection sticking out of his pyjamas. I even thought about suggesting anal sex to him but just about came to my senses. We eventually fell asleep with Mike spooning round me. In the morning it took me a moment to realise where I was. It felt snug and warm with Mike's arms around me, his hand on my breast and his morning bone sticking into my back. This could be dangerous. He might start to try to have sex before he is fully awake. My reaction was to roll round to face Mike and take that solid piece of flesh in my hands. I could feel him waking as I slipped under the bedclothes and started to pull back his foreskin and lick his glans. I was rewarded with a moan of pleasure as I worked on the silkiness of his skin. There was I, Tom, sucking a man's cock and enjoying the power that I had and the pleasure that I was giving. Eventually I felt him stiffen as he came in a rush into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but there was too much and it flowed out of the corner of my mouth. I got out of bed and cleaned myself up before returning to find Mike in bed with a huge smile on his face. "Morning lover, would you like to come back in here so that I can give you some pleasure in return?" "Mike, remember your promise." "Sorry, but it would be fun." "We have Liam to sort out." Mike immediately got serious again. We decided that if he was up for it, it would be better to keep Liam's life as normal as possible. We would see how he was and, if we thought he was OK, we would take him in to school. Liam must have exhausted himself the previous night because he was slow to wake. We asked him if he wanted to go to school. Friday included maths, art and games. They were his three favorite subjects. We took him in late and after dropping him in class, we had a word with the head teacher. Liam had asked if his aunt Jen would pick him up after school. When we had finished with the head teacher I headed back home. Sam wanted to know every detail. First she wanted to know all about what had happened to Liam. Then she wanted to know where I had slept, what had Mike and I done. Had I had sex with him? Had I been found out? What was he like in bed? She was curious and she was jealous. She was jealous of me with Mike because he was a hunk and she was jealous of Mike because she loved me. I picked up Liam from school and although he was subdued and clingy, he was better than I expected, tough kid. I cooked him tea and sat with him while he played computer games and watched TV. After putting him to bed I sat and canoodled with Mike until we went to bed, same rules. When I woke in the morning we were cupped together the same and the insistant hardness was digging in again. I used the same solution as the morning before, much to Mike's delight. The day was spent keeping things as normal as possible for Liam and I spent the night again with Mike with the same outcome. After Rugby on Sunday morning I went back home to Sam. She was one moody cow. She had hated the fact that I had slept with Mike. I calmed Sam down as much as possible, saying that Liam was a bit more settled and Mike could cope on his own for now. Bad choice of words, "for now". Sam's immediate response was to ask me if I was intending to move in with Mike. It took a lot of talking, reminding Sam of the wager, the fact that I was still a man and Mike knew nothing about that. I had to remind Sam that I was the father of our coming child and that I loved her and that I was going nowhere. By the end of Sunday a truce had broken out. It occurred to me that I had satisfied part of the wager. I had spent three nights in Mike's bed with him. Chapter Thirty Four Week forty one and I was picking Liam up from school. Sam was giving him his tea on Monday and Tuesday while Tim, Mike and I went running. On the Tuesday evening we were nearing the end of the run when I sprinted ahead of the other two leaving them well behind. I turned to see how far behind they were and saw a familiar van pulling in along side me. The two huge goons jumped out and the first one grabbed me. Ever since the rape, I had always carried the pepper spray either in my bag or, when out running, on a strap around my wrist. Before the first goon could grab me, I gave him a full blast of pepper spray in the face. As he reeled back I put every bit of strength I had into kicking him in the balls. My anger at the rape put extra force into the kick. He dropped to his knees one hand to his eyes, the other to his balls. The second goon grabbed me pinning my arms to my side and was about to throw me in the van when we both went flying. Mike had hit the goon with one of his best blind side forward tackles. I was winded and stayed down for a minute. The other two were up in a flash but the goon had a wicked looking knife with which he stabbed Mike in the stomach. Mike went down on one knee then came up and hit the goon with a powerful uppercut. The goon was about to cut Mike again when I managed to spray him. He clutched at his eyes and I launched another kick which just bounced off his leg. Mike was on the floor clutching his stomach but Tim had now arrived. Fortunately for Tim, the guy in the van called his goons off and they staggered half blind into the van and it sped off. Mike was bleeding badly and I used Tim's phone to call an ambulance and the police. I took my top off, folded it into a pad and pressed it on the wound. It seemed to take ages for the ambulance to arrive. They just beat the police. Both Mike and Tim were shaking with shock. It had all happened so fast. I gave Tim instructions to tell Sam what had happened, but not to tell Liam yet. Off to the hospital and Mike was straight through A&E and on his way to the operating theatre. Two hours of anxious waiting and the doctor came to see me. "He is going to be alright. The wound did not damage any organs and was more superficial than it looked. There was a lot of bleeding though and your swift action compressing the wound saved him from severe blood loss. He is going to have a scar across his stomach but he should be up and around in a couple of days. He will have to take it very easy until the wound heals. I think we will keep him in for a couple of days, then you can take him home." The police had already interviewed Tim and me and taken statements. A quick witted member of the public filmed the last bit of the attack, including the van driving away. The goons had picked a spot where there were no cameras, so the telephone film was all there was. The number plate had been checked already and the number belonged to a Nissan Micra. The police had already realized that there was a link between this and the rape case that I had refused to pursue. We alerted the police to the possible link with the alleged bribery case. All this time I had been walking around with only my running gear less my top. The policeman's eyes kept drifting down to my sports bra during the interview. Sometimes big nipples are a nuisance. Sam had been keeping in touch over the phone and keeping Liam amused. I got home as quickly as I could and told Liam that his dad had been hurt whilst saving me from some bad men. He was going to be alright but he had to stay in hospital for one or two nights. Liam looked relieved when I told him that he was staying with me while his dad was in hospital. As soon as had changed we took Liam in to see his dad. When we got there we found that Mike was coming round after being stitched back together. Liam was very worried but he calmed down when his dad started to perk up. I told Liam what a hero his father was and Mike blushed at my telling of the tale. He was very concerned about Liam but relaxed a little when we told him that Liam would stay with us. Mike looked tired but relieved. We kept Liam off school the following day so that he could spend time with his dad. Liam spent a chunk of the day in the studio playing on our computers. One little self indulgence, in the studio, was our games set up. We had state of the art gaming kit so that we could play when we were not working. Well if your work is computers, then you might as well take the benefits. I had been massively troubled by the attack, not for me, but for those around me. When we dropped Liam off to spend time with his dad, Sam and I had a talk. "Sam, I can't go on with this. I have a guy who loves me, lying in hospital, thinking that I love him. He has risked his life for me and saved me from being raped or worse. He has enough troubles with looking after his poor kid without me stringing both him and Liam along. I have to be straight with him. If it blows us out of the water, then so be it. I just can't lie to Mike any more. He will probably want to kill me when he finds out." "It's OK Jen. I thought that you would decide this way. I'm just surprised it took so long. I haven't been happy with the deception from the start. Mike is a nice guy and he deserves better than to be the butt of a con. The fact that Justin sent his goons after you again, would mean to me that he is worried about the bribery case being opened again. Maybe we can win through that way." "How am I going to tell Mike though?" "Just be absolutely straight. How do you really feel about Mike?" "Well if I did not have you and if I really was a woman, I think I would have fallen in love with him very deeply." "That is not a real answer. Do you love him?" "Yes. I wish I was two people. Yes I do love him, shit I can do without these complications. I wish that I had a separate me that I could send away with Mike. That me, would be a real woman and would look after him and become a mother to Liam. I could shag the pants off him given half a chance. What a mess. I am so looking forward to being a mum or a dad to our child. As soon as we get Justin off our backs, I want us to just be happy parents together. Why the hell did I agree to this wager? I should have just killed Justin and pleaded mitigation." "It is too late now. We are where we are. If you told Mike the truth and he still wanted you, I would understand if you wanted to go with him. I would hate it with all my being, but I would understand. You have become Jen. Tom is still there, but he is now hidden far underneath. This change has been a problem for us both to adapt to. I have found it difficult losing my man and finding him changed into a woman. I love that woman and the remaining vestiges of Tom. I would not have chosen to bear Tom's child if I did not want to stay with Jen and Tom for the rest of my life. If I am being honest with myself and with you, I can not see Jen being able to return to being Tom. I suspect that this journey is one way." "Bugger, I hope you are not right, but I suspect you are. I don't know how we can make sense of this but I am with you for the long haul. I think I will always have feelings for Mike as well. Bugger and damn. How the hell do we manage this?" "Just tell Mike the truth and we will have to see how things unfold." Once the decision was made, the indecision started. How the hell do you tell someone you love, that you have conned them, that you are a man, that you have no intention of living with them and that you are really deeply in love with another person? I went to the hospital with Sam. She picked up Liam and took him home and I stayed on to talk with Mike. "Mike, I have a confession to make to you and I hope that you will not hate me too much when I have finished telling you the truth. I ask two things of you. The first is to believe the truth that I love both you and Liam very deeply. If that were not the case then I would not be telling you the truth. The second is to ask you to hear the whole story before you kill me or throw me out." I then went through the whole story, right from my schooldays to now. The look on his face changed from anger to sadness to anguish to concentration to anger to disappointment to determination and changed again and again. I had been crying for most of the telling. It was not till I told the whole story that I realized how much Justin had already wrecked my life. I had not accepted quite how much I had changed, physically and emotionally. I had not realized quite how much my life with Sam had changed and I had not realized quite how much I loved this man. The whole tale took nearly an hour and a half to tell and at the end there was so much that I had left out. "So you see Mike, I am already married and I love my wife, my lifelong partner and the mother to be, of our child. The bastard of it all is that I also love you and that is why I had to tell you. If I had been a complete woman I would have consummated that love with you weeks ago and a multitude of times since." "Well, my mystery lady, that explains so much of the mystery around you. I thought that you might be a confused lesbian and that you could not decide whether to stay with Sam or come with me. I could tell that you loved Sam a lot but I was living in hope. I feared that I would not win. I knew that you were torn. I know that you love me but now I know that love may not be strong enough." "Mike you bastard, how can you be so nice when I have told you everything?" "Because you are a wonderful person and I love you. By the way this does explain why you know so much about rugby and can perform a perfect scrum half pass. I should have recognized it from when I played against you." "But how can you be so forgiving, I am a man?" "No you are not. I think you stopped being a man quite some time ago. Face it you are a lovely feminine woman now, even if all your plumbing has not changed." "Mike, would you mind terribly if I kissed you?" "I would be rather delighted but mind my stitches." We clung together in a slow, wonderful soft kiss as the tears streamed down my face. I was now more sexually confused than I had ever been in my life. "Jen, now I know the truth, will you agree to spend time with Liam and me. He loves you too and it would give him some stability. I promise that I won't make any demands on you." "You big lump of a blind side, I would be delighted. I can't help it if I love you as well as Sam. I am committed to her but I would like to stay in Liam and your life." "You do realise that if we don't let on that you have told me, you can still win you the wager." "God I love you." "I do hope so. By the way, I thought that Liam had confirmed my confused lesbian theory when he told me that you and Sam shared a bedroom. Any way there are other more important things. I shall be here for another two days. Can you look after Liam?" "Of course. You should stop with us for a few days, at least until you have healed enough to look after yourself." "Will Sam be OK with that?" "You saved me from being raped and possibly worse, of course she will. I will be sleeping in Sam's bed though." "Shame." I gave Mike a warm loving kiss and cuddle before saying goodbye. I did love this man. When I got home Sam had put Liam to bed. "Well?" "The rotten sod broke me up by being horribly understanding and nice. He said that he still loves me despite my extra bits. He said that I am a woman despite them and despite my belief that I am still really male." "I'm kind of with him there." "I asked him back here to recuperate, when he gets out of hospital, are you ok with that." "Seeing as he could have lost his life saving my partner and lover, how could I complain. But while he is here you are sleeping with me, not him." "I already told him that." "Good." "He has suggested that we carry on as if he did not know about the wager. He is quite happy to go ahead with an engagement and to arrange a wedding." We got Mike back to our place on the Friday. He was still weak and needed to take things very steadily. On Friday evening we left Mike and Liam together and went to tell both sets of parents about the pregnancy. They were all absolutely overjoyed. There was concern over what would happen if we lost the wager but mostly there was complete joy. On Sunday I took Liam to his mini rugby session. There was no game, so it was a coaching day. I ended up teaching the young boys and girls how to do a quick, long, scrum half pass and how to draw a man before passing. I had brought my old rugby boots and had worn a track suit. I had unconsciously taken Mike's role with Liam. Liam was delighted with the skills and popularity of his Aunt Jen. It seemed that several of the dads were also delighted with the display his aunt Jen was giving. It was not until I overheard a lewd comment, that I realized that I had an audience. While Liam was being washed and changed, one of the senior coaches came and asked if I would be prepared to join the coaching team. He said that my presence would encourage the girls to join in. The idea was tempting, I was missing my rugby. Chapter Thirty Five Week forty two and Mike was starting to move about carefully. It was obvious that Sam was keeping a close eye on him when he was around me. Mike was also being on his best behaviour. It was rather exciting having two potential mates circling round me. Mike raised an issue that we had not thought through right at the start. If Mike and I were going to arrange a wedding, we had to apply for a marriage certificate. It was the terms of the wager that a marriage had to have been arranged. That included the certificate. Sam and I were now divorced so that was no problem. I had opened a bank account in the name of Jen with a credit card facility. We had been able to fake papers very easily for that. I had proof of residence and that I was single. What I did not have was a birth certificate or other proof that Jen existed. Panic ensued. How could I have missed this crucial element. We were racking our brains when Sam finally suggested asking Kevin. As luck would have it Kevin was free. He had just finished another government request. He had not had time to start searching for the extra information that we needed about the bribe but he would get onto it straight away. He asked how permanently we wanted to change my details. When we told him why we wanted the proof of identity, he grinned and said that it was no problem., but could he have a date with me in return. The answer was a friendly no. With Kevin's assurance that things would be in hand, we left that problem to him. The Cambridge research team wanted to see me again and said that they had some findings for me and wanted to do further checks. We were on top of the work in the studio so I went up to see them. I was again X rayed, scanned and samples taken. The extra information that they had gleaned had confirmed their findings. I was only one of ten males known worldwide to have my exact make up of chromosomes. Of that ten I was the only one who had been placed on a feminizing hormone regime. As such I was unique. The findings, that they had, showed that my very rapid response to the hormone treatment, the speed with which my testicles atrophied and how the body started to reject them, appeared to be unique. There were clear indications that I had gone through a normal but highly accelerated female puberty. It was clear that my pelvis had changed shape over the nine and a half months on hormones. There was evidence that the change was still occurring at a slowing rate. I now had a noticeably female pelvic bone structure. My breasts were very mature for a person who had only been on hormones for a relatively short period of time. My hair, skin and body fat distribution were now female. They said that it was clear that my penis had now shrunk more than would have been expected in the time. It was clear that my body wanted to be female. If I stopped taking female hormones the changes would probably cease to develop further, but somehow, my body was producing low level background estrogen. On its own it would probably maintain my feminine body. If I wanted to change back to male, they would advise against it, because it would require a level of testosterone which they believed my body would reject. What they wanted to do was to carry out further research and publish a paper on their results. In return they would monitor my health and ensure that my peculiarities did not endanger my health. This came as a shock. What they were saying was that whatever happened, I could never successfully go back to being Tom. It made me extremely depressed. I needed to talk to Sam. "What news from Cambridge?" "Well they have confirmed that I am a freak. I have apparently started to grow a female pelvis, or, at least, very close to one. I wondered why my running stride had changed and why my hips had ached. They say that it has reached the stage where it is unlikely that I could ever be convincingly male again. They also suspect that my body may react against testosterone if I want to change back. I can't produce my own any more. I think might I have lost Tom for good and I am worried that I will lose you as a result." "To be honest Jen, I think the macho, masculine, male bit of Tom has been gone some time. I think I knew that he was disappearing for good before I decided that I wanted our child. We are going to have to face the fact that our future is as two women. You are still my love and my partner." "But you have been getting horny and I know that you are missing a man and that I can no longer fulfill that function like I used to. I struggle to achieve any sort of erection now and what there is, fails to do its job properly." "I love the physical love that we have. Remember, when we were at the naturist camp, I taught you how to love me as a girl. I am very happy with that." "Sam, I know you need a real man and I have thought about it. I asked the other girls about men. They gave me funny looks, like I was wanting a bit on the side. Anyway, I thought of Danny. He is a woman's dream in bed apparently and he is a lovely guy. He only ever wants to make a woman happy with uncomplicated sex. He never wants a relationship. I am sure that you could have uncomplicated sex with him with no strings and no ties. I would not like it, but I can live with it. I know you are horny and frustrated." "Oh Jen I love you. You are a beautiful person. You know I would never leave you for someone else. I must admit though, in my horniest moments, I have had a few fantasies about Danny. But let's talk about you for now. You are now Jen far more than you are Tom. You have had conformation of what I have suspected for some time. It will be very difficult and probably impossible, physically, for you to get back to being Tom. Emotionally you are Jen much more than Tom. As Jen you are a lovely person. I think I might love Jen even more than Tom. Jen may not be able to rattle my bones like Tom, but she gives me so many lovely things that Tom could not match. I love Jen and I have tried to help her become a complete person. Do you realise that I have to bully Jen into being girly. Jen wears simple underwear, low heels, little make up, trousers or jeans whenever possible and gets flustered and embarrassed with male attention. I have tried to get Jen to just relax and enjoy being a woman, to enjoy dressing up, feeling sexy and turning men on. There is great fun in being a woman. If Jen would just accept it being Jen, then we could have fun together, being women. I think you would be happier if you accepted that Tom was gone and that your future, our future, is with you as Jen. Accept that you are a girl and enjoy it. Say the word and we will shop and sex up your wardrobe." That was one hell of a message to hear from Sam. I had wanted reassurance that I could get back to being Tom and Sam was telling me to go for being Jen fully and happily. I went to our room to think and have a really good look at myself. I stripped naked and looked at myself in the mirror. Facially I was a good looking woman, it was a strong face but definitely feminine. My hair was glossy, full and in a cheeky female style. My shoulders were like a female swimmer's. I was a little broad, but the shoulders were smooth rather than heavily muscled. My rib cage was short and did not flair out like some men's did. My boobs were rounded and firm, possibly a little small for my height. I now had a full B cup that needed no padding. My stomach was flat and I had a waist. My hips were noticeably wider now that my attention had been drawn to them and my thighs and bum were trim, but cute and feminine. The cheeks of my bum were no longer concave at the side but beautifully rounded and running in a lovely curve into my thighs. My crutch looked strange with no balls and although my penis was still there, it was very much reduced from its previous size. My legs were shapely and my ankles slim. My hands and feet were a little on the large side, but with the manicured toes and nails, they looked feminine. I was looking at a tall, athletic woman who had a strange looking willy instead of a fanny. I could see no sign of Tom, other than his reduced dick. Could I just forget being Tom and grasp being a woman with both hands. I had no trouble being a woman for Mike, or being an aunty for Liam. Did I want to be fully a woman? Kevin rolled up later in the week clutching some paperwork and with a big grin on his face. He asked if I had changed my mind about a date with him now that he had proved himself a genius. He then produced a birth certificate for Jennifer Mary Young born to the same parents on the same day as Thomas George Young. I was now my twin. Kevin said that he had added Jen and not removed Tom. The certificate would be fine as long as I did not break the law. Once I no longer needed the birth certificate he could remove me from the data base. More good news, Kevin had been able to find emails and texts on King- Smyth's records that indicated, that the money that had appeared in his account, had been in some way related to the award of the contract. Unfortunately, Kevin had not been able to trace who the emails or texts had come from. We knew who had sent them, but had no proof. I gave Kevin a huge thank you but still no date. Our new information was passed on to our retired police friend. He informed us that, in the light of his complaint, a superintendent and a chief inspector were under investigation. The alleged bribery case was progressing but very slowly. The investigating officers were still gathering information before interviewing King-Smyth. By the end of the week, Mike was starting to feel much better and moved back home with Liam. Liam made me promise to go to rugby with him on Sunday, because they had a game against the local rivals. Friday night and Sam and I went out for a meal. It was a lovely evening and I had worn a dress that was cut low off the shoulder, had spaghetti straps and a fitted bodice that allowed me to dispense with a bra. I wore very girly, sexy, high cut knickers and stockings. I even wore three inch heels and evening sexy make up. I was trying to let Tom go and just enjoy being Jen. We had a lovely evening and, when we returned home, Sam persuaded me not to unglue and we made lesbian love with a passion. Saturday and Sam took me shopping. More ear rings, dresses, skirts, lingerie, rings, necklaces, jackets, scarves and all things girly. Sam suggested that I go for a week without wearing Jeans, sweats or trousers. I blanched at the money that we had spent As a result on Sunday I supported Liam wearing a knee length skirt, boots, a silky blouse and a short pea jacket. I wore double drop ear rings and had much more jewelry than usual. The level of attention from the dads was scarily higher. I wondered if I actually liked the attention of the men. I had to admit it did give me a buzz. Liam was a star, he scored and tackled like a demon. He even passed the ball using a spin pass. He kind of spoilt it a little by turning round to me with a big grin, after the pass, instead of following the play. He was almost as proud as his dad when he was awarded man of the match. We had a happy lunch and went back to Mike's place in the afternoon. I spent the afternoon and evening with Liam and Mike. After Liam had gone to bed Mike took me in his arms. "I know that this can not lead anywhere in the long term but would you mind if I kissed you. I have been very good, whilst I was stopping with you, but I really would like a kiss. Would that be OK?" I did not answer, but reached up and pulled his face to mine. I owed so much to Mike. I could not deny the stirrings that I felt when I was close to him. He made me feel like Jen. When I was with him, there was no Tom. I could not stop myself kissing him with a passion. There was no artifice, there was no con, this was just pure need. We embraced and Mike's hands strayed to my girls. I loved his touch and wanted this to go on and on. I think if I had been all woman I could not have stopped myself. I was surprised when I orgasmed, just from him playing with my nipples. I had to come up for air before things got totally out of control. I was in a difficult position. I loved Sam totally, but I lusted after Mike. When we separated Mike presented me with an exquisite diamond ring. The setting was simple but beautiful. It looked Victorian and Mike confirmed its age when he told me that it was his grandmother's. I could not help myself, I just burst into happy tears.