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STARTING OVER Dirk Robinson sat on the couch in front of his TV, watching some inane sitcom and realizing for the thousandth time that his life was a failure. It had started out well, but due to his own choices, it had spiraled out of control over the last few decades. He ruminated on those choices, wishing he could go back and unmake some of them. His grades in his New Jersey High School had been overall passing, but not spectacular, because of his own lack of motivation. He had joined the cross country team in his freshman year but never did well, and dropped out halfway through his sophomore year. He had been an adequate member of the band, eventually reaching first trumpet in his senior year, and even earning a scholarship for it to a southern university, but he wasn't all that good in the larger arena, never getting past second seat even as a senior. He had dropped that almost completely after graduation. His college grades were terrible, requiring several summer schools and an extra semester to graduate. Again, due to his own lack of effort. A low wage job after graduation with a general liberal arts degree was all he could find. At least, until the recession of 1974 put an end to that too. Out of desperation, he signed up for a hitch in the Air Force. But even with his degree, with the Vietnam War almost over, they didn't need any more non flying officers, so the best he could enlist as was an E2, one stripe airman. His own choices messed him up there too. While he did well enough to be promoted to E3 and eventually E4, it was his off-duty behavior that messed him up this time, but good. His roommate was a country boy from the cowboy west, and it had been pretty much an enlist or go to jail situation for him. The two became friends, and did a lot of drinking off base (illegally for the roommate!) together. Eventually they drifted into criminal activity, ripping off CB radios and selling them to take advantage of the CB craze of the late 1970s. Naturally they eventually got caught. The roommate got six months in county jail and an Other than Honorable Discharge-no benefits. Dirk was a bit luckier-he got straight probation and a Discharge under Honorable Conditions, not all that uncommon. Full benefits, plus he was allowed to go out of state to his home. He worked as a substitute teacher and worked on a MA with a teaching certificate, completed his probation and got on with his life. He got married, fathered two kids and worked his way up to Vice Principal, though his six years in administration were a crushing failure, with him having four jobs before finishing his career back in the classroom. While he and his wife had a fairly good life and income, due to their retirement pay and both social security checks, his life was rapidly spiraling out of control. The two were constantly fighting, usually over house projects, which he really wasn't into. Since he had worked all of his life, and travelled all over the state to keep a good job, he really didn't want to spend his retirement working his butt off to improve their home, especially at his age. Basically, he was bored and wished he had managed to accomplish something earlier, many of which he had managed to mess up again, due to many poor choices. He really wished he could go back to an earlier time with his current knowledge and start over, avoiding some of his most grievious mistakes. He had wished this for a long time. The only time he really felt at peace was when he took one of his long walks in the woods or hills near his home. He was a history buff, and loved searching the area for Native American artifacts from the various tribes that had lived in the area, plus colonial ruins a few miles away, the site of one of the major witch hunts outside of Massachusetts. That's where it happened. He had searched the stone ring (reminiscent of Stonehenge) many times, and sketched or photographed them, but so far had not actually touched any, since there was s chain link fence 10 feet high surrounding the site. On this day, however, there was a massive break in the barrier, either from vandalism or from a major storm that had torn several posts down. He decided to enter and have a closer look. He walked up to the largest rectangular block and reached out his hand. Which is when everything became blurry. And then Dirk felt himself being pulled into the stone, thoroughly against his will. He fell unconscious. He woke up almost immediately upon arriving at wherever it was that he wound up. Except that it wasn't he anymore. The first thing he noticed was that his clothes were swimming on him, and that a mane of long brown hair covered his eyes. Quickly scanning himself, he discovered he was smaller, and given the two bumps on his chest, he appeared to be a young teenaged girl. Checking out the rest of his anatomy, he confirmed that initial analysis. Naturally, he was in a state of semi panic. He was a man nearing 70 for goodness sake, and now he was a young female? Wondering if it was reversable, he turned and placed his hand on the stone, which did him no good. He stayed exactly where he was, with exactly the same physical characteristics. Luckily, he (she?) knew where he was, since he lived a few miles from the site. He tied up the jeans and tee he was wearing, and took off towards his home. Strangely, the growth seemed to be different, and as he reached the developed area, he noticed several differences. Houses were different colors, cars in the driveways were somewhat dated and not what he knew some of these neighbors possessed, clothing that people were wearing was somewhat out of style also. He spied a magazine lying on the sidewald, and almost fainted. The magazine was new, and dated June, 1966! When he had graduated eighth grade, and just before he had started high school! He needed to find out the exact date, and what kind of life, if any, he now had. As a teenaged girl in this era, he unfortunately had very little freedom of action as he remembered, and should he have to attend school, his clothing choices would be somewhat restricted, and limited to skirts and dresses! Dirk wasn't panicking, though he was somewhat startled by the situation, but he kept his head, realizing that overreacting, especially in this era, wouldn't get him anywhere. He had to figure this all out, and for the time being, do his best to fit in with society. Luckily, he had lived through this era, though as a boy, and knew that things would change soon, mostly for the better, Clothing choices would change in a few years, as would opportunities for women in the workplace. With a start, he realized that he had gotten his wish-he could start over. Differently than he expected, but still-he had unlimited options in front of him. Especially with his knowlrdge of the future, if things didn't change. But the immediate problem was that as a 14 year old girl, she couldn't be on her own and make her own decisions. She needed to find a place to stay, and most likely would end up in the care of social services, either in an orphanage or some sort of foster family. Adoption was an unlikely prospect at her age, though as an intelligent, well behaved white girl (it was 1966!) it was a possibility. One advantage she had was that luckily, the town she had lived in as an adult and retired in was the same one she had lived in from about age 8 on. She knew the place intimately, but only one side at the moment, though her family had moved to the other side during the coming summer. There was still only one high school at this time, so if she got into foster care in this town, she would go to the same one she had graduated from in her former life. Since it was summer, many moms still used clotheslines to dry their laundry, and though she hated to do it, she would have to resort to theft to get some more appropriate attire. Shorts or jeans and a top, hopefully a (gulp) bra and some girls underwear. Shoes would be a problem, but she could maybe find some flip flops at the community pool. But before she could resort to a minor crime, she got lucky. She passed a goodwill outlet (the only one in the area at the time) and went in begging for some clothing. The elderly woman took pity on her and outfitted her with some underwear, shorts, jeans and a few tops, plus some sandals and a pair of sneakers, plus a backpack to carry the excess. She did however, insist on calling the authorities due to the girl's obvious need. Realizing that she really didn't have much of a choice, she agreed and cooperated with them, though she did make up a story about not having a memory of anything except her name and a few flashes of recognition. She chose the name 'Dara', close enough to her male name, so if she started to say Dirk, she could recover. With no memory, however, instead of being taken to a residence immediately, she was taken to the hospital for observation. She was given to understand that she would be there for at least 90 days unless she recovered her memory. Which she couldn't do. The hospital was clean, and relatively free for an institution in that time period. While the residents were in locked wards, they weren't kept in locked rooms, they were allowed to walk the grounds, and restraints were only used in cases of the patient attempting to hurt themself or someone else. The food was plentiful and relatively tasty, though not very imaginative. Dara resolved to go along with whatever they had planned for her, and cooperate as much as possible though of course not telling a soul of her true origin. She'd be adjudged insane and locked up for a very long time in that case. Not a very good way of starting her life over. The summer passed slowly, and rather than be in the hospital, she would rather have been outside, going to the beach, the boardwalk or the community pool with friends, but first she needed to establish an identity. The 90 day confinement would expire at the end of September, so she would miss the first month of school. Luckily, she had a wealth of knowledge from her former life to call upon, so missing a month of ninth grade wouldn't handicap her too much. She did give subtle hints that she was familiar with the area she had been found in, and she would like to like to be placed in that town if at all possible. Since the authorities had no inkling of the true story, they complied with her request. While there, she learned a lot, including how to care for herself as an adolescent female, with the usual even occurring three times during her hospitalization. As she had been a married man, she knew what was happening to her young body, and had a rough idea of what to do. And of course, practice made perfect, though it was an experience she had never expected to have to deal with. In due course, she was declared safe to be placed in foster care in the outside world, and the hope was that her memory would eventually return on it's own. Nothing that the staff had tried had worked, and she privately knew that it never would. She was going to keep quiet, live a normal life, and use her knowledge to become rich. Much better choices in this case, including much better study habits and grades in high school and college, assuming that as a foster kid she could attend one. Actually, with her knowledge of the future, she realized she could easily earn enough money to pay for it herself at some point. After release, she was driven to the home of a foster family living, coincidentally in the same development she had grown up in, only a few blocks from her former home. While walking through the neighborhood, she observed her parents sitting in the front yard, exactly as she remembered them. Strangely, there was no sign of her younger male self. She wondered about that. The Carpenters received a stipend from the state as foster parents to care for her, and Marlene Carpenter (the wife) took Dara to the plaza for some necessities, such as clothing, some jewelry and some basic makeup suitable for 14 year old girl. The plaza had two stores suitable for their shopping, a chain outlet called Burts, and and stand alone department store named Britts. There was also an H.L.Green, but most of their stock was more suitable for older more mature women (in their 30s anyway) than for a teenager. While they couldn't go wild, Marlene did provide Dara with a good starter wardrobe and a few other items, including one pair of heels for dressup occasions. As she had foreseen, it tended heavily towards just above the knee length skirts, as that had been the girl's dress code at the time. A trip to the town board of education with her state paperwork was next in order. They presented her paperwork from the state to enroll her, and chose a list of courses. She managed to take almost exactly what she had taken her first freshman year-Algebra, World History, English, German (she demonstrated a knowledge of the language), Phys Ed, Study Hall and lunch. She had originally been a trumpet player in the band, but in this life she couldn't demonstrate any ability in that area, so she managed to take an extra class-Earth Science, which she had originally taken as a senior elective with some friends. It was too late to go out for fall sports, but she would see if any winter sports were open to her. Dara's freshman year went much better this time than it had the last. Originally Dirk had been a lackluster student at best, with a lot of D grades and even a few F's showing up on his report card, and being a poor excuse for a cross country runner, but this time around Dara scored mostly A's with occasional B's. Instead of going through the motions on the cross country team, she went all out as a member of the girls basketball and softball squads, earning JV letters in both in the ninth grade. Algebra and History especially were a breeze for her, as she had been a math teacher and a history/political science major in college. Dara was well on her way to making a whole new life for herself. The only problem would be paying for college, as her foster parents were under no obligation to do so, and she had no way of earning that much money. Scholarships were available, and one of the best was the one offered through the various ROTC programs. While a few girls were selected, the money went mostly to males opting for posting in the combat branches. She would have to think about that, as females were currently banned from serving in those areas. She knew that would change in the future, around 2010, but that was almost 40 years off-long after retirement age should she make the military a career. She finished ninth grade in the top 10 percent of the class, with two JV letters, and plans to better her grades and make at least one varsity team as a tenth grader. Her schedule was again remarkedly similar, with English II, Algebra II (she again chose to skip geometry and take it as a Junior), German II, Phys Ed, Biology I, Health (a new full year coed class that included drivers ed and the state written test) and with her knowledge of electronics decided to take the first year class as a hoped for easy A. in her former life she had held an amateur radio license since 10th grade anyway, and decided to study for one again, it would look good on a college application. Lunch finished out her day, thern off to soccer practice, which was just beginning to become a popular girl's sport. She made varsity in that as a high scoring forward. In the winter she again went out for basketball, again earning a varsity letter, along with straight A grades in everything. Dara was also one of the most popular girls in the class of 1970 (her anticipated graduation year, though she would not be 18 until November after graduation), had a junior class boyfriend that her foster parents approved of, and was well on her way to completely revamping her life. As a sophomore, she did earn that ham radio license, even upgrading to general class which she originally hadn't done until the mid 1970s. She didn't have equipment yet, but she knew she had plenty of time, and in the 1980s, the small hand held units would become available. But she did know that attending her southern university right out of high school was impossible, her foster parents most likely wouldn't pay for it. She had contingency plans for that, however. The war in Vietnam was still going on at the time, and would be until 1975. While as a female, she couldn't join a combat branch (yet, anyway!), if she enlisted she could free up a male soldier in an administrative branch for combat duty. In addition, one of the reasons she had earned a General Class ham license was because the various branches offered enlistment at an advanced rank up to E-5 in the Army for qualified radio operators. She couldn't be a platoon RTO, but she could be posted to a base radio room receiving communications from roving patrols, or even at a stateside base receiving morse code transmissions and transcribing them for intelligence purposes. And she could do so as an NCO, freeing her from the mundane duties of a private such as mopping floors and such. With a term or two under her belt, she could both save money and earn the GI Bill, and perhaps even qualify for an ROTC Scholarship, which some branches would open up to women in a few years. She'd have to go back in the military for a few years if she went that route, but this time as an officer. Plus she knew she could pick up at least a year of college credits, maybe more during the course of one or two enlistments. That's what she would do. After graduation, she found a job for several months, since she wouldn't turn 18 until November after graduation, and women were required to have attained that age. She would also most likely have to leave her foster parent's care at that time, though they had let her know what a joy she had been, and would always be welcome in the home, and wished her to keep in touch. She didn't have to leave on her birthday, but not long after that it would be necessary. So on her birthday, Dara drove down to the recruiters office and checked things out. She decided to try the Air Force for several reasons, less crawling in the mud, not so much combat training, and better dormitory situations. With her Ham license, they would only offer her E-4 (equal to an army corporal, even though the Air Force called it Sergeant at the time), but she would still be an NCO), working in the communications squadron after basic and an abbreviated technical school training period. One major event occurred during the latter part of her junior year in high school. She remembered that the New York Mets, against all expectations would win the baseball World Series. She scraped together $200 before the season started and placed it with the town bookmaker at 150 to one odds, knowing that she would win. The man and his associates laughed at this na?ve girl who was so willing to waste her money, but hey, it was her problem right? So they took her money and sent the record up the line to the organization he worked for. And then Dara waited. In September, the world series went off, and amazingly (to everyone else) the Mets were in it. And even more amazingly, they won. Dara went to the bookmaker for her money. Everyone wondered how she had managed to pull that off, but obviously there was no way she could have known in advance, or manipulated the situation. The organization had a reputation to keep, and paid her in cash promptly, congratulating her for her luck. Since her foster parents trusted her completely, and she hadn't actually done anything wrong, she placed the money in her savings account, one which her family left alone and allowed her to control on her own. That was her nest egg for thy future, and in a few years she could get in on the startups for Microsoft, Intel and Apple, especially Apple. A thousand dollar investment with a young entrepreneur named Steve Jobs could easily earn her close to a billion dollars eventually. And she had a lot more, so she could spread it around, and eventually become one of the richest women in the world. And she knew things in society would change for the better years in the future. Going through Lackland in 1970 was a breeze for her-she had already been through it in 1975 as a male, and that was a lot tougher than the one for women. She already knew everthing, and had kept up shooting at the local rifle range so she shone at the marksmanship phase of the course. This time she was honor graduate of her flight, and proudly wore both the honor grad ribbon and the national defense ribbon for serving during a war period. After graduation from basic she was allowed to sew on her three stripes (actually making her equal in rank to her junior drill instructor). She was bussed across the base to her tech school, where she embarked on a two month course in communications techniques, in addition to increasing her morse code receiving speed to at least 20 words per minute, which wasn't hard since her license required 13 already). Several other trainees were also wearing brand new sets of three stripes since they had enlisted under the same program she had, plus a few wearing only two since they had only held Novice or Technician class licenses. She had more freedom and time to herself as a tech school trainee, and found time to go to town (the Riverwalk in San Antonio) or the base service clubs with others, including many of what could be referred to as dates with males in her squadron. She also found time to visit the NCO club, which she could since she was a sergeant, albeit still a student and a very new one. She graduated with her three level skill, and was assigned to Kadena AFB in Okinawa, Japan. She spent her days copying code transmissions from classified sites, which was not the most exciting duty in the world, but it was important. She also discovered a dojo just outside the gate that accepted women, and joined the class, studying Isshin-ryu karate three nights a week. She enjoyed her tour, and by the end of her three year tour, she had actually attained a brand new shodan (first degree black belt) rank. Over the course of years, Dara had obtained a fairly extensive collection of feminine clothing and accessories, including makeup. She had taken a course in makeup on the base (mostly wives and daughters, but a few other WAFs) to learn more. She actually loved wearing skirts, and since that was one of her uniform choices she wore it to the office most days. She also wore a nice dress most of the time she went off base to a restaurant or show. She was getting quite used to being a female since her passage through the stones, and actually loved it, and her life was immeasurably better than the old one had been. She was coming up to the time when she had enlisted the first time, but now she had three stripes and was up for a fourth should she choose to reenlist. She had made the three investments she knew about, and they were starting to pay off. The value of the stocks she had chosen had risen from $20000 to over $10 million, with much more to come. She didnt need to stay in, and actually chose not to. She had a year of college behind her, and decided to get out and attend the same university she had originally gone to, one in the deep south. This time with a purpose, business rather than a general liberal arts degree specializing in Political Science. She would need the knowledge and credentials to manage the vast fortune she expected to possess in a few years. There was no chance she would run into her original self, if he even existed because the year was now 1975, and Dirk had left after summer 1974, graduating in that December. So she was free to be herself on campus as a somewhat overaged sophomore. As planned, Dara majored in business, and chose not to pledge a sorority, as most pledges were 18 years old and just away from home for the first time, and she had no time or inclination to go through the childish activities that pledging entailed. She spent an inordinate amount of time on her classes, and noted that the campus Isshin Ryu club had been founded by then (it had been an informal group only in previous years). As a shodan, who had earned her rank in Okinawa, she was welcomed with open arms as an instructor, and that became one of her major outlets. She trained hard, learning the use of the Bo, Sai and Tuifa (called Tonfa in other arts) and was promoted to Nidan (second degree black belt) in her senior year. In 1975, many of the earlier restrictions on women had been lifted, especially on those over 21. Curfew hours had been imposed on ALL undergraduate students no matter what her age previously. At one time, skirts or dresses had been required for class attendance, but that had been lifted in the late 1960s. Chapel was no longer a requirement either, and since she was far from an evangelical she was happy at that- she was actually more of an agnostic, who eschewed formal religious observance. Dara didn't need anyone elses opinions on her spiritual life. In due course (1978) she graduated with a BBA Cum Laude and took stock of her financial situation. She knew a recession had come and gone, but her fortune was still intact, in fact it had grown due to the explosive demand in the personal computer market. Her net worth was fast approaching 100 million, and she was still fairly young, only 27 years old. A lot of people were wondering how she had managed to make such shrewd guesses back in the day, to invest heavily in those stocks, but they had paid off and she was independently wealthy. As of now, she only had a few goals, mostly political. The far right would make major inroads and increase their influence in the 1980s, due to a certain far right representative and his coterie. They would make alliances with major conservative religious groups- saying what they wanted to hear to gain their support. The gay rights movement was just starting up, and the feminist movement was too. These conservative politicians promised to oppose both, as well as the transgender movement (small at the time, but destined to grow she knew), abortion which had been legal since the 1960s, and return prayer and the posting of the 10 commandments to the public schools-the evangelical version of both, of course. With her rapidly growing fortune, she could donate to candidates she knew could make a difference in this agenda, and due to her knowledge of history, she knew a lot of very unsavory details about many conservatives coming up in the future. Especially the dangerous man (in her opinion anyway) who was destined to be elected president in 2016, and to a lesser extent, one in 2000. Both of these had to be stopped and would be. She doubted she would run for office herself, but it would be more effective for her to be a behind the scenes kingmaker. In the meantime, she was realizing that she was becoming somewhat of a recluse, and being considered an eccentric spinster wasn't in the cards for Dara Carpenter (she had legally taken her foster parents surname, and was in fact, still in touch with them). She had long been attending social and charity events appropriate for her financial and social status, but now she attended with the intent of meeting an eligible bachelor and starting a relationship. While she had grown up as a male heterosexual, she had been female for a lot of years, had attended proms and dances and events at the service clubs, plus various open events while in college, and had decided that even during this time period, coming out as gay would impede her ability to shape society, as it would give the right more ammunition to use against progressives benefiting from her donations. So she would be a straight female, dating and perhaps sleeping with males, and eventually settling down with one, probably even (ugh!) bearing his children. But with her 100 million plus fortune she could afford to be picky. And it was growing. She had avoided the recessions of the 1980s and the early 2000s, by getting out of the market right before they hit, selling off much of her assets and buying them back when the prices plummeted. With so many people going broke from the panic, it was a buyers market, and Dara took full advantage of it. When the prices again rose, she sold off some of her gains at an enormous profit-both times. By the mid-2000s her fortune was worth in the neighborhood of 500 million dollars. She had ten years until the election of 2016, plenty of time to either find or falsify evidence of the man's criminal and deviant sexual activities and his general unworthiness for national office. She had found an appropriate husband, a man from an equally wealthy family, one with equally liberal attitudes, rare in that social stratum. He was almost totally involved in the making of and increasing his personal and family fortune, and Dara had made it clear that her assets and the gain from them were hers alone-as his belonged to him. They even had an ironclad prenup drawn up, and they made sure that their assets were invested in different funds to keep them separate. And she began her plan. It was simple for them to attend the same events that the future candidate did, and they paid close attention to him while there. She had a state of the art spy camera that she used to take pictures of the man in compromising situations, including with obviously underage girls, and often taking one or more of them upstairs. These went into a file that would be released to the media upon his announcement as a candidate, and she would ensure that they were spread far and wide through every state. She was going to thoroughly trash his reputation in the most conservative areas of the country, overturning the populist message of his that appealed to the nationalist and even racist tendencies of those who would be inclined to vote for him. Her plan was to totally destroy him, and possibly the message of his entire party. Dara felt that she had found her purpose in starting over when she passed through the stones.