Amber pt 7

I carried the cups, handing one to Nichole., taking the other and sitting in the recliner. Curling up again with my feet drawn under my butt.
We sipped the tea. It had no strange taste, just the earl gray.
It was how we spent the days, for the next two weeks. On days I worked Nichole would clean and take care of our place. I told her she didn't have to. She insisted as a pay back for all we have done for her. One Saturday Me and Greg took her shopping for some more cloths as two outfits weren't enough, especially for a woman.

We continued having afternoon tea. I would give Nichole a whole teaspoon of Mr. Yamata's tea and a sprinkle of Earl Gray, I just had Earl Gray. By the end of the two weeks I took Nichole to the clinic, get a fresh X-ray of her arm.
I had her wait in my office. Once I received the x-ray, I was amazed. Her arm was almost healed.

“ You are doing great” I told Nichole. “ Another week in the cast is all you need.”

I felt like a dumb ass telling her that after telling her in the beginning it maybe 6-8 weeks. I must have been Mr Yamata's tea. Don't know what it was but it surely did help.

The walk home that afternoon was great. Weather was great, a little overcast but still nice.
As we entered the house.
“ Amber, Let me prepare dinner tonight. Please I really want to.”

“ OK, go ahead. I'll be reading if you need anything.”

She nodded as She went into the kitchen and I grabbed my book and curled up on the couch to read.

Greg came home. Saw me on the couch and heard noise from the kitchen. Thumbed toward the Kitchen. “ Nichole”

“ Yeah, she wanted to make dinner.” I motioned for him to join me on the couch.

“ She's almost healed. We should ask her tonight.”

“ Healed how. Yeah, I agree we should. Hope she says yes.”

“ Amber, Dinners almost ready would you set the table.”

“ Sure”

Fifteen minutes later. Nichole dished out dinner.
We had normal conversation during dinner. After I had cleared the table. I returned with some tea for all of us. We sat at the table.
Well I thought might as well ask her, “ Nichole, Not that you owe us anything. You don't not at all. We would like to ask you something.”

“ What is that?” She answered puzzled.

I continued. “ Well I can't have children, due to some medical problems I had when I was younger. Would you be willing to be a surrogate and carry our child.”

“ We would pay all medical bills, for anything you need.” Greg added. “And for the trouble we will offer. Ten thousand dollars when it is over. Plus a plane ticket anywhere you want to go.”

“ Would I have to sleep with him.”

“ No, I will collect his sperm and your egg. I have a minor in reproduction. In a sterile environment, I will mate the two and then transfer the egg back to you to carry to term. I assure you that everything will be taken care of. We hope this doesn't over whelm you. We have been looking for the right person. We want it to be you, If your willing.”

“ Wow, that is some request.” Nichole said. “ It is a big step. Can I have sometime to think about it.”

“ Oh, Sure take all the time you need.” I said. “ We will leave you to think.”
Me and Greg went to our room. Sitting on our bed.

“ What do you think?” I asked Greg softly.

“ Deep down I think we found the mother to our children.”

“ Me too, I think she is over whelmed right now. But she will do it.”

“I hope so.”

I got ready for bed. As did Greg. Which just meant stripping down. We kissed as we snuggled together. As with every kiss we have ever had. Fireworks.

As we lay in bed. Greg asked me. “ Sweetheart, Do you think you can do it.”

“Yeah, I have done it before. I'll try for triplets but may get quadruplets.”

“ Well, we do want a big family. I love you, baby.”

Cuddling we fell asleep in each others arms. As normal Greg's alarm went off at 6. He got ready for work. Shortly after heading to the bathroom for his shower.

He came back to our room. “ Honey, Nichole is not in the house. Her bed hasn't been slept in.”

“Did we scare her off.” I asked, sitting up in bed.

“ I don't know, I hope not.”

“ I'll look around, you keep getting ready for work.” I put on some cloths. Shorts and a cami top. I then checked the house for Nichole. No sign of her. I checked outside. Their she was cuddled in the lounge chair. She must have heard me as she opened her eyes.” Morning”

“ Good Morning to you. How are you doing? I know that our request was a big decision for you to think about.” I said.

Greg must have heard me he came to the back door. I nodded it was OK.

“Sorry if I scared you both. I came out here last night after you two went to bed. I just fell asleep.

“ We afraid you had taken off. Which you are welcome to do anytime you want to. But please if you do, leave a note.”

Nichole giggled a little. The first time I had heard her do that. I had this feeling that she was going to agree to be a surrogate for us. I made us breakfast. Being I worked that day. I got ready for work. On my walk to work I decided to do a little studying about the lab work I am planning. It was fairly quiet at work. So I was able to look over all my notes. I came back to me as if I have doing it for years.
Two days later, Nichole agreed to be our surrogate.
She came to the clinic I gave her a full physical exam including OB. She was in great health. I waited until after her next period, to collect her egg.

Of course I helped Greg with the sperm sample. Two good squirts in the cup then the rest down my throat.

The next day I began my work in the lab. Our clinic had a fairly nice lab to work in. I placed the fertilized egg back into Nichole. 2 months later she began to show.

During her first ultra sound. I discovered that she indeed carrying quadruplets. Nichole was shocked to hear that. But was happy.
“Sometimes this type of fertilization can produce multiple children. We just need to keep watch on the progress of the fetus's. Making sure there are no problems.”

Mr. Yamata even gave us some old world vitamins. For Nichole. He was just as excited as we where. Didn't know why, at the time.
When Nichole was 3 months. Mr. Yamata invited me and Greg over. This was the first time we had ever been to his house.

“ Please sit.” Mr Yamata said.

“ I know we are just neighbors, not friends. I want ask you about pregnant lady?”

“Yeah, what about her? Greg asked.

“ She have your babies? You cannot have them.”

“ How did you know?” I asked.

“Senses and feelings.” Mr Yamata continued. “ You part boy, I right.”

“ How do you know that you been looking in our windows.”

“ No,No, I not do that. Just little things give away. Smell, walk, voice. Make no difference to me. I treat like girl you are inside.”

“ Thank you for that. So what does Nichole have to do with any of this.” I asked.

“ Babies not all girl. Two each.”

“ Yes, there are 2 girls, 2 boys.”

“ Me think you want all girls.”

Greg paused before answering. We had wanted all girls.
“ Yes, we did want all 4 to be girls. Can't change that now.”

“What bout have 2 girls like you? Girl on inside. Raise like girl. Have 4 girls.”

“ We can't know how they will think once they are born?”

“ Can, I see done. Long ago.” Mr. Yamata said with confidence. “ I make medicine that make boy think he girl.”
I was skeptical but seeing what the tea did for Nichole. “ What would you want in exchange?” I asked.

“ I only ask on thing, once girls get old enough I train them.”

“ What kind of training.” Greg asked. “ I don't want my daughters being geisha, or some kind of sex toy.”
Waving his hands, “ No, No never thing like that. Train martial arts, one passed down for generations in family. You see I last in family. No children to pass on to.

“ Why can't you train one of the neighborhood children.”

“Need start young. All older.”

“ What kind of martial arts.” I asked.

“ Ancient form back thousand years. Called Ninjitsu, The art of concealment. Japan emperor use for assassination, they not be seen. Known as shadow warriors.

“ I don't want my children trained as assassins.”

“ No, train right and wrong, when use training.”
Turning to Greg. “What do you think. We do want girls, whether natural or like me. With the training they can take care of themselves.”

“ Yeah, you are right.”

“ OK, Mr Yamata. You help with our girls, and you can train them.”

“ I get medicine, give once day.” Mr Yamata left for a moment returned with a large wooden bowel of a powder. “ You take too, help rid signs of boy”

“ I guess it is morning tea.”

“ Thank you. Mr. Yamata.”

Me and Greg left. Once we got home I carefully transferred the power to another container. The wrote on the label 'TEA'
Yeah, we can be sneaky. The next ultra sound I gave Nichole I told her I was wrong. They were all girls.

The following 6 months went fast. Both me and Nichole had tea every morning. While I didn't notice any changes in Nichole. Me and Greg noticed some changes in me. Greg was the one who told me about the changes. My voice while not deep and masculine it wasn't that high. That changed. I started smelling sweeter, my gate changed ever so slightly. Greg says he now loves watching me walk away in a short skirt. He says it bounces just perfectly now. My curves got better I went down to a 23” waist.
On July, 14 at 3.14am. 4 of the most beautiful girls where born. Being that I delivered them. I filled out the birth certificates, all 4 girls, me as mother, Greg as the father. We named them.
Kendra Storm Reid
Kelsey Shadow Reid
Kalley Valkyrie Reid
Kennedy Ghost Reid

As for Nichole once she was able to she was paid. Got a ticket to Holland. We do keep in touch with her. She is happily married.

I was taught to make the tea by Mr. Yamata. He also showed me how to give it to the girls. I was able to refine and put it into capsule form once they where older. Me and all of my girls still take it daily. Along with hormones. It keeps us so girlish.

Our girls grew like weeds, They were walking my 9 months and potty trained by 16 months. Mom and Dad flew to Japan to see their Granddaughters. My parents just adored them. We had to explain why Kelsey and Kennedy were treated as girls.

As in all my stories: The following is fiction from my own mind. While most of the places are real. Some are not. there uses are purely fictional. All the people used in my stories are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or undead are purely coincidental.