The Answer - Chapter 1

By Lynda Shermer

Chapter 1 - The Abominable Dr. Willis

One of the more unusual jobs I've held was for an answering service. I am Paul Burrows, although as you'll see, that can be optional.

Located in a small room upstairs in a building in Chicago's "Loop" that also housed a hotel, it offered a human touch to business and professional people seeking a more personal approach than voice mail or recording systems, which some customers highly valued.

Tessa Greenhart had entered the world biologically male, an insignificant Y-chromosome carelessly tacked onto the end of her DNA. But recent events had proven that biology did not equal destiny; at least not for her. Tessa's body had been a template, a blank page on which sex and gender could be written...

Finn and Fiona. Day Three

Following my actions yesterday, I put my soiled pyjamas in the bath and got into the shower for my wash, wee and shave. This was a worry now as I had, as Fiona, spent a day with other people and had been kissed by a whole gamut of men. I realised that I had enjoyed it.

Bunnie was sore and tired from her jog. She was bent over at the front door of the mansion trying to catch her breath.

“Are you alright, sis?” Gracie looks at her older and new sister. She was concerned because she looked flushed.

“I’ll be fine, Gracie.” Bunnie starts to slowly get her breathing under control.

“Okay.” Gracie watches Bunnie.

Robyn was supposed to run with Bunnie this morning, but she had to head to the magic store to pick up some supplies. Gracie watches her sister with concern on her face “do you want to talk with grandma?”

Part 10

We spent the night christening my new sheets and it was glorious sex. I did not really fancy her and she did not really fancy me but we had both gone too long without love and I was able to satisfy her as a lesbian and then as a man. Luckily she had brought her own condoms and I used the whole packet of three before we were tired enough to sleep.

Fifteen minutes remained in my shift. Cerridwen had already changed and was standing by the booth. The petite raven haired girl had changed into a cute two piece bikini that really showed her curves of her body. Right now she was modeling the swimsuit for the gathered crowd. Her mother Pandora was standing by her side, looking as proud as a peacock Pandora was the newest member of that small business owners that formed the bedrock of Benton. And right now she was chatting up the locals, I guess having your daughter volunteer for the town's dunking booth was good for the public image.

The case continues.

The Door to Nowhere was open. KC gaped at this marvel in childish disbelief. His life had been a montage of daydreams and fantasies up to this point. Months ago, he'd imagined that the door might open into Narnia or some other magical land. But he'd tested that particular fancy dozens of times; he knew that the door was merely a facade, nothing else. His mind refused to accept what his eyes were seeing.

Yet, here he was, the door was open, and there was light coming from somewhere behind it...

Chapter 4

Waking up next to Sam was amazing. I was toasty warm beneath the quilts whilst the coolness of the room played upon my face. Spooning up against her warm body felt like heaven. The scent of the coconut oil had worn off somewhat and her body’s natural aroma was titillating to my senses. Sam put her arm over me let me know she was awake.

Jame’s changes included improved health and longevity for all, a greater sense of responsibility regarding managing population and ecological responsibility. Greenhouse gas emissions plummeted, re-afforestation occurred at an ever increasing pace and global warming had been reversed. Within a hundred and fifty years, with the exception of St. Helena, Terra had taken over all of Earth because the scum had all died. Most had been killed by each other, some had died from cold or starvation and a few had been eaten by other predators who had been increasing in numbers as the pressure from humans on their environment had disappeared.

I pulled on a pair of cotton underpants; white hipster briefs with a tight elastic waist band. Turning back towards the mirror, I froze in mid-breath. With my hair spilling over my shoulders and my panties drawn up to my belly button, I was no longer a boy. Raising a hand to my throat, I regarded my image in round-lipped silence. My mother had been right.

I looked just like a girl.