Chapter One

“Mom, what are you doing here?”
“You wanted to talk Robert. So, I’m here.”
“Am I doing the right thing?"
"That’s a simple question with a very complex answer. And I’m not sure I have the right answer.”
“That doesn’t matter, as much as you’re letting me talk about it.”
“Then, why don’t you know this is the right thing?"
"I... look, I’m your son. But... I should have been your daughter. I know it my heart and mind, I’m a woman. That, this way, I’m living a lie.”
“Then why didn’t you tell us? We would love you either way.”
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you. Dad’s position, career, what would having a transgendered daughter have done to him?"
"He’d survive. And before you start mentioning my reputation, screw it. You come first."
"Thanks. But it doesn’t change what I’ve done in the past. Have I wasted too much time?”
“No. Go do what your heart tells you is right."
"What about Anne?"
"She’ll understand.” She smiled. “Besides, you think she doesn’t know about Jennifer?”
“She... no... I’ve been so careful...”
“Not careful enough.”
“She must hate me."
"No. She loves you. She loves you even more. And if you weren’t so wrapped up in your ‘problems’ you’d have read all her signs. She’d prefer you as a woman.”
“That’s comforting if I decide not to go down the road I’m on now. I either be true to myself or lose my wife.”
“You won’t lose her.”
“All right. So, in summation, what the hell do I do Mom?”
“Change. Everyone here thinks it right for you. And, who knows, maybe things will work out all around.”
“Everyone?”
“Sure, all your Grandparents, Uncle Steve, Aunt Aurora. Even Cousin Billy.”
“Cousin Billy’s not an objective observer."
"Why? Because he’s gay?”
“Because he was always mad at me for one thing or another. I had to walk on eggshells around him.”
“He was mad at you because he was the first one of us to see what you really were. And that you weren’t doing anything about it. He hated to see you waste your life.”
“Was I wasting it?"
"No. Some people are just more cautious than others. Billy had an advantage, he was out there to begin with.”
“Ok. I’ll start the process tomorrow. But I have to talk to Anne first. No promises to Cousin Billy.”
“He understands.”
“Thanks Mom. You’re the best.”
“You’re the best daughter I could ever have.” She kissed my forehead. “Now, go back to sleep and enjoy your life.”
“I will Mom. Say hi to Dad and everyone. I miss you all.”
“We know.”

*-*-*

“Anne?"
"What honey?"
"We need to talk.”

*-*-*

Robert and Anne stood hugging each other. The wind was picking up, scudding the few clouds across the blue sky. It was a terrific morning. They’d talked. Anne had blessed his decision. He’d called Doctor Halpern for an appointment.
“I can’t believe it’s been a year.” Anne said. She reached down and touched the gravestone.
Robert put his hand on top of hers. “She talked to me last night. Told me to do what I thought was best.”
“How is she?"
"Happy I guess. I was so wrapped up in my problem I didn’t ask.” His eyes were filling with tears. “I hope she is. And Dad.”
“Things always work out for the best Honey.”
He looked down at the writing. It had been a year since the drunk had killed his parents. It didn’t help that they died instantly. Or that the drunk had lingered for three weeks with 3rd degree burns over eighty percent of his body, in agony despite the drugs. None of it mattered.
She’d give up her new found freedom to have them back.
But history is just that, old news. Her love for Anne, her love of her new life. That was future history.

Chapter Two

Anne was frantic. Robert was in agony, sweating, curled up in the smallest space his body could fit. “I don’t know Doctor Halpern. It started ten minutes ago, just a stomach ache. He had me help him into the shower. He’s sweating like a race horse. Damn, he’s peeing like a fire hose too. What do I do? I called 911.”
“Ok. I’ll meet you at St. Suplice.”
“Robert, can you hear me? The ambulance is coming. Hang on honey I love you.”
“Hello, Fire Department.” A voice called out from the other end of the apartment.
“In here!” Anne call back. “Hurry! Please.”
Two firefighters with paramedic patches on their turnout coats entered the bathroom. “Ma’am?”
“About ten minutes ago my husband started to sweat and complained of a stomach ache. Two minutes later, as I was helping him into the shower he doubled over in pain. He’s been in this position since then. He’s unresponsive. He has a strong pulse and his breathing is normal for when he’s running. His pupils are equal and reactive."
"Thanks, we’ll take it from here.”
Robert groaned. “Honey, if you poisoned me...”
“You shouldn’t have eaten two day old Chinese dummy.”
“The pain’s lessening. Hi, guys.”
“How do you feel sir?”
“Much better. Weak, I’ve lost a lot of fluids”
“We’re going to transport you to St. Suplice as soon as the ambulance arrives. Do you think you can walk across to the bedroom when we’re ready?”
“Sure. I don’t know how well though.”
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to judge style points.”
“Mac, the gurney’s here.” A voice called from the bedroom.
“Ok, tell them we’re on our way out.”
“All right. Before we move you, tell us if you get dizzy or if you’re nauseous. We’ll take as much time as you need.”
“Thanks.”
The two firefighters helped Robert to his feet.
“Wait!” Anne cried out. “How tall are you?” She looked at Mac.
“Six-two, why?”
“So’s Robert. Honey, can you stand up straight?"
"I think so... damn.”
“What the hell’s happened?” Anne looked at Robert. He was no more than five-ten now. And if she had to guess he’d lost a lot of weight.
“Scale.” She pushed the digital scale across the floor Robert got on it.
“Holy... if this is right I’ve lost sixty-three pounds.”
“Well that would explain why you feel weak sir.”
They got Robert onto the gurney, after letting him put on some sweats and a tee shirt.
“Hey, I’m not into bondage.” He joked as they strapped him down.
“Be quiet or we’ll tow you to the hospital.” The other paramedic said. “I can’t believe how people complain about the service.
Mac laughed. “Because your bedside manner sucks Al.”
“It does not. Just because I used to work for the ME’s office.”
Mac looked at Anne and then Robert. “Hauling stiffs was perfect for his sense of humor.”

*-*-*

By the time the ambulance arrived at the ER Robert was itching to get off the gurney. He felt fine, his vitals were all good and stable.
Doctor Halpern met them and had Robert moved to the MICU, bypassing the ER since he wasn’t in any distress.
“So, that’s all that happened.” Robert finished explaining what had happened.
“’All’ Robert? You lose four inches in height, sixty plus pounds and you say ‘all’ as if you had a headache.”
“But I feel fine.”
The Doctor had Robert take off his clothes. He’d had Robert’s blood drawn and sent down to the lab for testing.
He palpated Robert’s abdomen and then had him roll over onto his stomach.
“Robert. Tell me if you feel this.” He used one hand to spread Robert’s ass and then ran one finger through his crotch.
“Whoa. What did you just do?"
"In a minute. Anne would you please help me to keep his crotch exposed."
"Doctor?"
"Please.”
Anne leaned over and parted Robert’s cheeks. There was an angry red patch towards the front, under where his balls ended.
Doctor Halpern pressed gently against the red area. Robert gasped.
“That felt... good.”
“All right, that’s enough.” He picked up the call button. A nurse came in. “Allison, would you call down to the imaging lab and see if there’s an opening for a CT, no contrast, now, please."
"Yes Doctor.”
“Doctor, what’s going on?"
"I don’t know. But I suspect something really weird. And the CT should answer the questions.” ‘I hope.’ He thought.
Three hours later Robert and Anne were sitting in Dr. Halpern’s office.
“Ok. The short form is you’re now almost one hundred percent female. All you have left is a non-functional penis, your scrotal sac is empty, and your breasts are just starting to bud.”
“And the long form?” Anne asked.
“We don’t have a clue why.” He sat back in his chair. “Bob, there’s just nothing anywhere in the literature about spontaneous gender change. And unless you really feel like becoming a lab rat and a poster girl for the Transgendered community, I’d suggest laying low for a while. Take a long vacation. And you might give serious consideration to changing your name."
"I’ll have to, Robert isn’t a female name.”
“No, your last name. Get off the grid for a while. At least until your change is complete.”
“My job?"
"I’ll send them a letter explaining your problem and that you need bed rest. I just won’t say where the bed has to be.”
“Ok. When will the rest happen?”
“Like I know? Seriously. The major parts happened within three hours. It could be now, tomorrow. I just don’t know. But it will happen.”

*-*-*

“So, now what?”
“Anne, I think Doctor Halpern is right. I don’t think either of us want to become tabliod celebs."
"But where would we go?”
“Wherever we want. We can afford it.”
“I thought we’d agreed that was going to be our rainy day fund.”
“And it’s not raining now? I’m not suggesting getting the royal suite at the Ritz and spending ten grand a day, even fifteen million won’t last that long. No, I’m suggesting we rent a house somewhere where no one knows us and see what happens.”
“Ok. Where?”
*-*-*
They went to bed having narrowed their choices down to Maui or Vancouver. Both places had their pluses and minuses. Neither was cheap living and Vancouver was Canada but it had more to offer than Maui. But the weather and the diving in Maui was so much better.
*-*-*
“Well, that’s that.” Robert said as he woke up. He’d rolled over onto his stomach, almost. His breasts got in the way. His hand went to his crotch. “Farewell old friend.” It was gone. But someone, the vagina fairy?, had left a present in it’s place.
“Huh?” Anne wasn’t a morning person.
“Welcome to gay marriage honey.” He leaned over and kissed his... wife? Her wife? “I guess I need to shift pronouns.”
Anne rolled over, perfect placement of mouth on nipple. No sense in wasting the moment. Lick suck nip lick suck nip.
Her hand met Jennifer’s and wormed its way past and into the new pleasure center. Jennifer came almost immediately.
“You are such a slut.” Anne said before kissing her new... wife?
“If this is the way we wake up every morning, fine with me.” She kissed Anne with more passion than she could remember. No, more love.
“But will you love me in the morning?”
“We’ll see.” Anne went back to work.

*-*-*

Somewhere, a mother was smiling. “You're welcome honey.”

The End

If I had a Sister, I'd love her always. We'd do "Sister" things together; shopping, dating, just hanging out.

If I had a Sister, she'd be beautiful. She'd be kind and considerate, and we'd never fight.

If I had a Sister, we'd have fun, especially with our parents. We'd be good girls for them. We'd be bad girls when we wanted.

If I had a Sister, but I don't. I have a Brother. A nasty, smelly, crude, Brother. A Brother who treats me so badly, teases me, bullies me. He terrorizes my boyfriends. He tries to have sex with my Girlfriends. He's rude and willful to our Parents.

I have a Brother.

And I have a degree in Biochemistry and a MD.

When I have a Sister...

The aircar was unusual. Not that it was larger than most, it was, but that it was in the air at all. In the Year Of Our Lord 2078 there were almost no private aircars because there was finally an almost perfect public transportation system.

But being in the air was not why the six Police cruisers were executing the airborne version of the Felony Car Stop. For the casual observer it was a thing of beauty. The cruisers boxed the private car in and forced it down to the ground, the bottom cruiser sliding out from underneath just before the aircar was going to crush it.

“Turn off your engine and come out with your hands up.” The loudspeaker in the rear cruiser blared.

The single occupant did as he was ordered. The man who stood by his aircar oozed money, almost literally. There was a wad of credits hanging out of one side pocket of his bizsuit.

Two officers came out of the intentionally bright lights. While their weapons were holstered they exuded an aura of “Make My Day”.

“James Arthur Kaplan.” The taller of the two asked, his tone announcing that they knew who he was.

“Yes, what the hell are you doing! You want to be pounding a beat tomorrow!"

"Are you the husband of Janice Marie Rogers-Kaplan."

"Yes. What’s this about?” The mention of his wife brought a surge of understanding. The bitch had ratted him out.

“You’re under arrest for violation of Penal Code Section 1131.262. Place your hands behind your back.”

Mr. Kaplan was swiftly cuffed and hustled into the cruiser next to him.

“Mr. Kaplan, you’ve been found guilty of spousal battery and attempted murder. It is the sentence of this court that you be incarcerated in MedPrison 6 where you will undergo GenSwap as prescribed by law.”

“I appeal.”

“Appeal denied.” It was hard to realize that the judge was an android, even the voice was perfect. The Central Criminal Prosecution Computer had processed all the evidence while he had been booked and in three hours from the time he’d stepped out of his aircar he was on his way to a new life.

“Miss Rogers?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Hello, I’m Doctor Anderson, I’m in charge of your ex-husband’s case. I wanted to know if you wish to observe the procedure?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I’ve looked over the request form you submitted to the court and there’s nothing that seems out of the ordinary. You realize that we have to approve the changes, to prevent your creating a monster. Your ex-husband will have to make her own way once her debt is repaid.”

“I don’t want her to be a monster, quite the opposite. I want her to be as beautiful, and sexy, as you can make her. I want her to be able to support herself well.”

“Oh, she will be. Your request is not unusual. We nicknamed the pattern “Sally Streetwalker.”

“Appropriate. When will you begin?”

“As soon as you and I enter the observation room and you push the button. That is your privilege, and responsibility.”

“Do I have to say the words?”

“It is customary.” They had entered the room. One wall overlooked the operating room. There was a small console in front of the window. She walked up to it, put her hand on the large red button and said: “Justice is Served” as she pressed down.

“Hello.”

“Hello, I am Miss Rebecca Connors, is Miss Rogers at home?”

”Yes, Mistress is here. May I ask your business?”

”I am the Inspector assigned to your case, Jamie. This is an unannounced inspection.”

”Yes Inspector Connors. Please come in.” Becca Connors watched the prisoner as she led her through the large house. “No outward sign of abuse” she thought. “Nice ass too. The State has gotten their money’s worth.”

“Mistress? This is Inspector Connors from the MedPrison.” Becca admired Janice Rogers. The old phrase “a fine figure of a woman” came to mind. She was every bit as beautiful as her ex-husband and it was all natural.

They shook hands. “As I explained to the prisoner this is an unannounced inspection of her living conditions. I’d like to see where she lives and the rest of the house.”

“Of course. I’ve been wondering when someone was going to come around. It has been six months.”

“As it has been for ever, we’re chronically short staffed.” They went to Jamie’s room. It was nicer than her apartment Becca thought. In fact, it was too nice. “She lives here?"

"Yes, she shares my bed. We are still married."

"She is supposed to have her own quarters."

"She does, but I let her sleep here.”

She showed Becca the other room, smaller, plainer, more functional. Becca looked through the closets and bathroom. Everything was of good quality and in perfect working order.

The rest of the house was the same. “Well, thank you Miss Rogers. Everything is in order and I will so report to the Court. Now. I need to speak to Jamie alone.”

“Of course, why don’t you use the study. Jamie, please take Miss Connors there."

"Yes Mistress.”

“Why do you call her Mistress?”

“It is who she is, my Mistress. It’s part of my conditioning. I need an authority figure in my life to keep me on track.”

“You are well treated?”

“Yes.”

“Any complaints?”

“Other than I’d like my old body back?”

“Yes.”

“None. Oh, I guess I’d like a few less clients per day but it is fun."

"How many are you servicing?”

“One an hour for ten hours a day.”

“That’s the normal amount.”

“I know but every once in a while I’d like to spend more time with them."

"You can, once your debt to Miss Rogers is fulfilled."

"That’s still two years away.”

“You’ll make it.”

“I hope so.”

“Congratulations Jamie, today you get your freedom.” Janice was very pleased. Her “revenge” had turned to love for the former man. She was secretly hoping Jamie would agree to become her wife. But she was forbidden by law to tell her so. Too many prisoners were swayed by the offers. Most of which were a thinly veiled continuation of their sentence.

“Thank you Mistress. I’ll be leaving at noon, Miss Connors is picking me up and taking me to my new apartment.”

”So you are leaving.”

”Yes Mistress. I need some time alone.”

”Well, you can call me any time at all. For anything.”

”Thank you Mistress, I know you love me. And I love you. But it’s not time yet. Soon. I hope.”

They kissed more passionately than ever before. Both were crying when Becca Connors arrived. She had seen it all too often. The separation anxiety. But she had plans for Jamie and they didn’t involve Janice Rogers.

The doorbell rang hollowly through the almost empty house. Janice answered the door herself. She’d not bothered to replace Jamie in the three months she’d been gone.

“Miss Rogers?” The man standing in the doorway looked like all the other cops she’d seen during her experiences with the Police and Courts.

“Yes.”

“I’m Detective Miller, may I come in?” He held his holo-ID up for her to look at.

“Of course. Is something wrong?”

“Yes, I’m sorry to say.”

She stopped in the foyer. “What’s wrong?”

“You know Jamie Kaplan, your former husband."

"Yes, she served two years of her sentence here. What’s happened?"

"And you know Rebecca Connors.”

“Yes, she was Jamie’s case officer. What’s going on? Is Jamie all right?"

"No. She’s not.” He took her gently by the arm. “Could we go somewhere to sit down?"

"Sorry.” She took him to the study. “What’s happened to Jamie?”

”She’d dead Miss Rogers. She was found dead this morning in her apartment.”

”How did she die?"

"The Medical Examiner says she had a brain tumor that caused a massive stroke. It’s more the circumstances than the cause."

"Circumstances?”

“She was found bound to a frame, wearing a rubber fetish outfit. She’d been whipped, though not severely enough to cause fatal injuries.”

“Whipped? By who?”

“Rebecca Connors, and some friends.”

“Why?”

“Have you seen or heard from Jamie since she left?"

"No, Miss Connors said it was better that we have no contact."

"Well, it seems that one of Miss Connors’ friends is a Doctor and she reprogrammed Jamie to be Miss Connors’ submissive slave."

"NO!”

“Unfortunately, yes. We found the apartment was basically a dungeon where she was tortured and made to perform with a small circle of Miss Connors’ friends. We have vids that we found in both apartments. Miss Connors was selling her to whoever had the money.”

“I can’t believe it. Jamie’s dead.”

“And there’s another, worse, part of the story."

"Worse than her being killed?”

“Yes. The ME said that the brain tumor was responsible for your husband’s violent behavior towards you. A simple operation could have corrected the problem, he never would have had to undergo GenSwap.”

Janice Rogers collapsed onto the floor.

The End

Al Martin sat in his chair staring at the bare tree in the corner. Despite it being December 24th, the living room, and the rest of the house, was without a single decoration.

Al took a sip of his scotch. “I can't even hang one damn ornament.” There wouldn't have even been a tree except that with all that had happened in the last year he'd forgotten that he and Mary had ordered a tree last Christmas. Even the smell of fresh cut pine didn't help his mood.

“Why bother.” He said to the empty house. “Mary always took care of decorating the house.” Truthfully, Mary had taken care of everything. Decorating, cooking, cleaning, raising kids. Al had been the “breadwinner”. Over 42 years he been very good at it. Their lives had reflected his work, three kids through college, a nice house on a large lot, a nice car every other year, vacations around the world, and a generous donation to several charities. People always said they had a “perfect” life.

OK, so Mary got cancer and wasted away for almost a decade. How could that ruin a “perfect” life? How bad could it be watching the love of your life die before your eyes? Come on, it's only Mary.

Now Al was alone. The kids were scattered to the four winds, wrapped up in their own families. Seven grand-kids. Damn, that was nice. Mary love the idea of being a grandmother, he always groused about being too young even though he was as happy. And proud.

And the five feet of snow, with more coming down every hour, was keeping them away.

Oh, they called, they'd helped as much as they could, but life goes on. They all wanted to be with him tonight. But it was December in Maine.

*-*-*

'Damn, I must have fallen asleep.' Al thought as he opened his eyes. Except he wasn't in his living room, he wasn't in his chair. And if what he could see of his body, he wasn't 'he'.

“Hello Al.”

He looked up and saw a beautiful young woman. “Hello.”

“I guess you might want some answers.”

“Please.” He noticed how melodic his voice was now, the “mouth full of gravel” was gone.

“Well, where to begin... why are you female? Remember when you were young? The times you thought you should have been born female? You were right.”

“I stopped thinking that, after I met Mary.”

“Yes, you did. You subsumed your nature for her. Sometimes love isn’t always a good thing for everyone concerned. You spend forty years being someone you shouldn't be. And ten of those caring for Mary to the exclusion of everything else.”

“Yes, but it was worth it. It made Mary happy, even at the end.”

“it did. Which is part of the reason you're here now. It has been decided to give you what should have been yours all along. Welcome to womanhood Allison.”

“Thank you but what about the family? What will happen to them?”

“Simple, you're the fourth daughter, the baby. You have your entire life ahead of you now. A nice long, happy life.”

“Wait, will I remember? Will I remember Mary?”

“Better than that. Merry Christmas Allison. You will be happy.”

*-*-*

Allison Martin woke up. Someone was kissing her. Oh, right, she kissed back.

“Good morning my love.” Her partner, love, wife in all but certificate, said between kisses. “Merry Christmas Allison.”

Allison kissed her back. “Merry Christmas to you too, Mary.”

The End