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From: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Affirmative Action (MF+, mild ROM, geezer angst, cyclicTG)
Date: Fri,  1 Nov 2002 04:10:03 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Affirmative Action
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: tigger
Summary: some nanotechnology can be helpful
Keywords: MF+, mild ROM, geezer angst, cyclic TG
Revision: $Revision: 1.12 $


		     Affirmative Action

		      by Jack C Lipton



	It's been some years now, since that day I had my heart
attack and (coincidentally) the world changed.  I wasn't
"Patient Zero", thankfully, but it seems I got my dose the same
way.  Life may not be as comfortable for me these days, but,
thinking back, it wasn't too hot then, either.  Hmmmm...  

			*	*	*	*

	Just over 51 years old, I had to face my own mortality-
and that wasn't the worst of it-  I had come to look forward to
my end as an escape from the burden of futility.  Bad enough was
accepting that all of my sex appeal resided in my pay-rate.  It
was way too late to consider starting over.  Tony Randall I'm not.

	My wife had long before focussed her life on her worries,
reaching the point where nothing I could do would lift her
spirits and instead weighed me down; I don't like futility and
here I had to live with it- And I didn't have the strength to.
Unfortunately, I had neither the strength nor the rage needed
to take more active measures.  There were times that it bothered
me that she could cope with our children better than with me.

	My going to work was an escape from futility;  I could,
for a short time, play the game of denial and deceive myself
long enough to feel pleased in accomplishing some tasks and
helping my co-workers.  My varied technical background helped
me achieve good results outside my normal field, but I had
grown up in a household so replete with sarcasm so no praise
could reach my heart and lift it.

	And one day, while sitting at my desk, my heart could
no longer bear the weight of my life and stopped ...

	... but, damn it, not completely.  One of my co-workers
found me quickly enough and called in the local person trained
for CPR and the EMTs came to take me to the local hospital.

	Waking up was a bitch.  I had realized from the
sensations I felt as I passed out that my salvation was at hand,
expecting to look upon the face of my maker-  and I hadn't.  I
was stuck here, no immediate escape.  I could still be blamed
and held responsible for another's misery, and, with a now
weakened heart, I'd gather more blame for spreading misery to
others.

	My wife came to see me, as did my co-workers, which,
strangely enough, wasn't as much of a burden as I expected
(though as soon as they left, I realized that I was an
emotional burden on them).  Despite the nasal prongs pumping
oxygen into me (and drying out my nasal passages and sinuses)
and the headache from the nitroglycerin in the IV, I still
managed to sleep, crying.

	Then life took a strange turn.

	The next morning the "miracle" was discovered.  It
wasn't just for me, though, there were many in the hospital
who went through it first; I was somewhere like the
thirty-seventh in the hospital to wake up with a new burst
of energy.  When I was finally brought up to date (after
being transferred to an isolation unit;  The changes wrought
within me made my CCU bed no longer a necessity) I saw a 16
year old boy in the mirror rather than the balding, bearded
geek.  The final transformation had occurred while I was
showering;  Given how cold I had to turn the temperature, I
suspect that I needed to shed a lot of heat.  My weight had
melted off of my like sunburned skin...

    	I hadn't been attractive as a teen-ager, either.

	I wasn't enthused by this discovery of a "new lease
on life" since life, up to that point, hadn't been something
to savor.  I had grown used to the wearying depression and
moments of crushing disappointment that the hope of dying
early had kept me alive.

	As Harry Chapin once said, "sucked" is a technical
term not to be confused with non-reproductive genital
contacts (he explained once that the "music" of the Osmonds
could only be described using this particular word).  And,
so, life for me had been a continuous concert by the Osmonds,
i.e., Life sucked.  And it sure looked like I was going to
see more of it.

	So, in an effort to distract myself, I tried to
analyze what was going on.  I managed to get a chance to
meet all 52 other changees in just this hospital.  The fact
that the floor was closed off and the staff had started
to wear those inflatable "space suits" didn't help.  

	We were isolated from others for fear of contagion.

	We were fortunate that this "infection" had been
traced down to a whole run of IV bags that are ubiquitous
within a hospital (and in ambulances).

	Somehow a whole run of IV bags had been seeded with...
...something.

	As a regular reader of Science Fiction (on of the
few avenues of escapism I was willing to use) I realized
that it had to be dependant upon some kind of nanotechnology
that was both smart enough to map our genome to our bodily
structure as well as being able to guide the reconstruction
that turned the clock back- while still protecting our human
"guts".  The reconstructive aspect was most borne out by a
car wreck victim who'd lost a leg- and it was growing back
on him.  The scar from my gall bladder surgery of 20 years
ago was completely gone (and some ultrasounds indicated that
I had my gall bladder back).  My teeth were in better shape
(growing back after they all fell out) than they were when
I was 16 the first time.  One of the patients admitted to
having been HIV positive;  Tests indicated that it was
completely gone.  All of us looked like teen-agers again,
though the apparent ages varied within a fairly narrow range.

	Someone using advanced genomic and nano-technology
was playing with us.  Being an avid technogeek, I tended to
keep up on news dealing w/ the sciences so I had a grasp of
"where we were", technically speaking.  I found it hard to
believe that any human agency had the necessary technology
to do this (or the will to do what looked like a kindness).

	Considering that over 1200 people in just this
region of the country were "afflicted" it was going to be
difficult to place a tight lid on this.  There wasn't much
that could be done, and I don't think there was much
cooperation from the medical community to isolate us
forever.  It certainly didn't hurt that there were some
politically powerful people in the same boat with the rest
of us, either.

	Given the way our "infections" had been delivered
lifted the level of isolation.  This was helpful to us since
we had a lot of energy and clarity of thought so the
isolation was weighing upon us more greatly than I would
have expected.

	We were told that tracing the contaminated batches
back to their origins should have yielded a culprit; 
Trouble was, she was missing with little evidence of ever
existing.  So, whoever had placed the seeds of this
fountain of youth was not to be found.  I imagine that many
of the "tainted" IV bags were placed in deep storage so
that they could be hoarded for more "deserving" people in
power.

	(We later found out that the "gift" we received
was world-wide though some vectors were never openly
identified.  Cultural adaptibility varies, did you know
that?)

	So, when I was allowed visitors again, my visitors
were almost as uncomfortable as I.  My wife was approaching
50 and here I was a teen- ager again.  I think I can safely
say that this did not lighten her mood at all.  The energy
this "new me" had was making me question some aspects of
my life:  how much of my depression was just lost energy
due to aging?  Discovering that my food intolerances and
allergies seemed to be gone certainly helped my mood. 
Finding my appetite greater than usual was not expected,
given the normal run of hospital food;  It was found that
our bodies were more thorough in extracting nutrients from
the foods we were eating.  Given our new "passengers" this
extra appetite became understandable.

	Of my visitors now, the older among my co-workers
seemed rather wistful, almost wishing it had been them. 
As for me, I was ready to return to work, if only to
avoid going stir crazy.  This was insane.  I didn't
remember ever having this much energy.

	We were all released after two weeks, there being
no medical reason to retain any of us.  We were told to
see our doctors weekly and to maintain a diary.  I'd
never done that before;  I wasn't thrilled at the
request since I didn't want to be reminded of my life.

	With the heart attack, I had gone into the hospital
with a likelihood of coming out through pathology in a bag; 
If I had lived and hadn't gotten a dose of whatever it was,
I'd've been in for those two weeks and a minimum of 2-3
months of disability (if not been considered disabled for
the rest of my life) so this was, in some ways, good news. 
I wouldn't be stuck at home where I'd be adding to my
wife's anxieties.  I could return to work and escape from
myself.

	And this would give me time to deal with my Health
Neglect Plan since I'm sure this isn't in any of the DRGs.

	Going home with my wife was not comfortable.  She
wasn't sure what to do with me.  If anything, this confused
her and distracted her from her normal burden of concerns
(which always seemed to orbit things that she had no control
or influence over) so, if anything, she was more cheerful. 
This was a completely new situation for her.  Of course, 
I knew I'd be sleeping in the den again.  It had been a
while since she was willing to have me sleep in the same
room (much less the same bed) with her.

	My youngest daughter was home with her big brother
for my arrival so she was there to hug and kiss this...  
...stranger?  She had an initial problem recognizing me as
"daddy", but, by talking my "silly" voice to her, she heard
"me" and saw through the younger face.  My son had visited
me and was now uncomfortable being "older" than me.  I
still ruffled his hair.  He did finally relax.

	Once home, though, things settled down to normal- 
along with the same level of distance from my wife.  She
had, if possible, more emotional scars than I could boast,
so it was often best to let her work out her issues on her
own (I had long ago learned not to give any kind of advice
since that'd be the fastest way to ensure she'd go in the
opposite direction) and give her a little physical
attention here and there.  That didn't help matters for me,
though-  my little private sessions with my right hand were
necessary more than 3 times a day.  It is fortunate that
this drive didn't kick in until I was out of the hospital- 
I'd've hated having an audience.  

	Getting a new driver's license photo was
entertaining.  It's strange how DMV (Dopey, Moronic and
Vicious) is so reluctant to adapt, even once we got a
judge involved.  It was incredibly fortunate that my
fingerprints were on file from before (thanks to SEC
paperwork from decades ago) and that my current prints
matched them.  It was a pain but I think DMV was finally
able to accept medical records to justify the updates. 
The claw marks they left on their office floors stand in
mute testimony to their "spirit of service".

	Going to work didn't seem much changed,  I seemed
to be more interesting to my female co-workers (of all
ages) than before-  which, given my history (losing my
virginity in my mid 20s) was very unusual.  I had long
before come to the conclusion that my sex appeal was
mostly nonexistent since I had little in physique or
personality (after all, I was considered an engineer,
and engineers use their personalities as a contraceptive);
It seems that adding those dancing nano-bots to my
bloodstream changed those factors, though I couldn't see
why.  If anything, I looked more like the frog than a
prince.  But I still got a surprising number of visits in
my office from various women I worked with-  and they'd
tend to hang around to talk for a bit.

	Unlike the DMV, company security had less of a
problem giving me a new badge-  but then they had one
other employee on campus who went through this too, and
I heard that her badge photo was even less flattering
than my own.

	With the younger body, I found that my little
"sessions" could be quicker (oh, great, I'm back to being
a premature ejaculator!) so my short stops to a stall in
the men's room were not as obvious.  I got to really
dislike being "ready" most of the time.  It was
emotionally more uncomfortable when I had some female
visitors in my office and I'd be trying to de-emphasize
my tumescent state (I have to add that I had lost some
size in this change, so hiding what I had was easier). 
The "loose-fitted" pants best capable of providing
camoflage were, to my irritation, not considered
"business casual".

	About a month after getting back to work, I ran
across the other "young'un" in the company;  An older
manager had re-discovered that she'd been an "ugly
duckling" and was uncomfortable looking like a tomboy. 
She had been working from home as much as possible but
needed to be in a meeting that, oddly enough, included
me.  We started comparing notes at the door to the
"holodeck" (a previous manager had likened a conference
room to a Star Trek HoloDeck since we'd go in there and
fantasize over how well our products worked) and managed
to get comfortable chatting w/ each other.

	With the body of a thirteen year old girl Dorothy
was not exactly an imposing figure (it was odd how people
had different "optimal" ages;  I was stabilized at 16. 
None stabilized pre-pubescent and only one or two looked
as old as 20; None of us could shave) but when it was her
turn to discuss a project her department was driving, she
knew her people and her bullshit detector still worked. 
When that oxygen deprivation meeting ended she had
regained some of her "lost" confidence (I think she was
pleased that her group wasn't responsible for sucking all
of the oxygen out of the room) which looked good.  I came
through looking sane.  The bunch of developers, though- 
they came out with all kinds of bruises.  I'm of the
opinion that the arrogant need to get their legs kicked
out from under them-  and then you need to keep kicking.

	So, we ended up chatting awaiting an elevator and
during the ride until I got off at my floor.  I was quite
comfortable talking with her.

	Once on "my" floor, I had to spin up my team on
re-deploying some unix servers for the shift in the
development project.  Once we worked out the upgrade plans,
we wandered off to the "good" Wendy's for lunch.  (It was
amazing how much utter crap I can now digest without ill
effect.  Even McDonald's and Burger King no longer tied my
guts up.  Sure it's crap, but I can safely eat it now, and
it's cheap, something appreciated given my greater appetite. 
Best of all, I no longer need any antacids at night.)

	Life had stabilized.  I thought.  It sucked at
times, but there were some bright spots.  I had an easier
time convincing myself that I was a productive and
appreciated member of the department.  I wondered if any
of the brain-burn I suffered as a child was being repaired
since I was more comfortable when praised.

	Then, almost 3 months to the day of my heart attack,
I collapsed in Johanna's office.  Johanna, on top of
everything else, was the co-worker who'd found me after I
had collapsed with the heart attack;  This time, there was
no way to blame it on a heart attack since it was obvious
that, though weak as a kitten, I was alert, oriented and
breathing fine.  She was more than mildly surprised that
my skin turned a bright, cheerful green.

	I rebounded quickly, but the look on her face was
very telling.  She pulled my hand and had me look at the
back of it.

	Green?  Green?  GREEN?!

	That's not natural, you know that.  But then, very
little of this whole situation was natural.  There was no
way this particular shade of green could've been produced
naturally-  at least, not without killing me.

	I grabbed her desk phone and called the one doctor
acting as the clearing house for us "changees";  Once I
related the symptoms he asked me if I was homosexual.

	Homosexual?  Me?  No!

	He then asked when I had last had sex with my wife- 
or any woman, for that matter.

	I hadn't thought about it.  My wife and I hadn't
gotten it together in over 8 months.  Between my lack of
enthusiasm (and hers) there hadn't seemed to be a point to
it.  I so informed the doctor.

	He told me I had no more than 4 to 6 hours to jump
a woman, adding that, despite the color of my skin just
now, this task should not be difficult.  I handed the
phone to Johanna and had her ask him to explain things so
that she could explain it to me, and mentioned that she'd
need to help me sneak out.

	As she spoke to the doctor on the phone, she looked
over to me;  I'd never seen her eyes that big before-  they
were like saucers.  She was on the phone for a few minutes; 
I almost wondered what else was being explained.

	After hanging up the phone she told me she now
understood why she was having a problem;  She stood up and
I could see that her slacks, though dark, had a darker
line running up the front a ways (and her seat showed she'd
soaked through).

	I'd always liked her;  A tiny little black woman
with a wonderful voice, she was exotic, exciting, sharp and
sweet.  While some of my younger co-workers didn't see why
I'd be fascinated by her, I never could help but find her
attractive, despite her being only 3 years younger than
myself.

	I wasn't expecting to learn how sweet she (literally)
was.

	"Jack, you'll be dead in less than 6 hours unless
you have sex with a woman" she said, closing (and locking)
her office door.  "And I don't think it'd be easy to walk
you out looking like that, so drop your drawers- now!"

	Of course, as she was talking, her slacks and
underwear went down to her ankles before kicking them free; 
I thought I saw a sanitary napkin in her pants even though
I wasn't able to pay close attention.  After I dropped my
pants and boxers, she had me lay down on the floor.  The
thin carpet wasn't so bad, but she was in a real hurry and
before I could even try to help she was already sliding
onto me.  She went down to the root and suddenly started
spasming internally and fell forward onto my chest, where
I held her as she went through what looked and sounded
like a series of orgasms.  As soon as these passed, she
then went to work sliding up and down on my dick, though,
in her efforts to get me to come, she kept having orgasms. 
I thought I counted 5 stops for her orgasms to pass before
I finally fired into her spasming core;  I couldn't believe
the way her body was just working my semen out of me.  It
seemed odd that, despite my firing quickly, she still got
off as well as she did.

	Fortunately she didn't seem to be the noisy type.

	Once satiated, we lay like that for over 15 minutes,
me holding her and stroking her back.  She sighed on top of
me and cuddled in my arms;  It was an almost perfect feeling.

	"Well it looks like it worked, you're not green
any more!"

	I sighed, holding her.  It was an idyllic moment.

	"You know, I could grow to like this.  I enjoyed
fucking my brains out with you-  and that's not as easy for
me."

	I held her and stroked her back and told her "I don't
know why I feel so content right now, but I do.  I feel like
I've done you some good and it's nice to think that I've
pleased you..."

	I hadn't realized that I was still hard until she
started riding me again.  This session had her coming more
often and more intensely than the first, but, given my
teenaged body (and balls) it didn't take too long to fire
another load into her spasming pussy.

	This time, though, within 5 minutes of finishing, she
and I got ourselves together.

	Johanna was surprised: "Hey, there's no mess from
you?  I should've had your semen dripping out of me!"  Given
the way it felt for me, I was sure she'd've been leaking for
a week or more.

	I let her know that it felt like her body may have
sucked my load directly to her womb and hoped that she hadn't
been impregnated.

	"I don't think so, since I went through the change
early.  The doctor did tell me, though, that I should find
myself getting younger by tomorrow.  I'm wondering how I'll
feel..."

	"Maybe you'll get younger on the inside.  I don't
see how you could possibly look younger.  You barely look
old enough to date, much less drink.  I don't know whether
many people will notice any change."

	Then I had a fright-  how to explain this to my wife? 
Johanna noticed my sudden stiffening and watched me turn
white.  "How will I explain this to Helen?"

	Johanna looked closely at me and sat back;  I was told
that she'd follow me home and she'd talk to Helen.  We then
arranged a short day and left work early.

	Arriving home that afternoon was anticlimactic;  I had
my son Colin take his little sister Courtney out to the movies
so Helen, Johanna and I could talk things over.  Helen was
first dismayed, but when Johanna related Doctor Coleman's
directions and the price-tag, she calmed down a bit-  and then
called the doctor (who had to be paged).  When she had a talk
with the doctor and hung up, she turned to me and said "What's
next?  Are you leaving me?"

	"We told you all of this so you wouldn't throw me out,
Hon.  If I was planning to leave you I wouldn't have needed to
tell you much.  With this, perhaps you'll cut me some slack
and not be upset."

	Johanna had to jump in, though, with "What's wrong
with him that you didn't fuck him in the last 3 months?  I've
been itchy all this time when I was around him and didn't
realize why until today; It must've taken a lot more effort- 
or major distraction-  to have resisted the urge.  So what
was wrong?"

	Now, if there's one subject Helen will NOT discuss,
with ANYONE (including me) it's anything to do with sex or
sexuality.  This is a conversational area that, even in an
empty house, was just not brought up, and here Johanna had
asked a direct question that, even if motivated, I'd never
have asked.  I've asked her less direct questions and had
my head handed to me.  I was rather anxious thinking that
Helen was likely to go ballistic, and, in fact, she was
tensing up and then suddenly relaxed.

	"Johanna, I don't discuss this stuff.  Not even with
Jack, here, and he's got more right than you..."

	"But your neglect could've killed him!  Mind you, as
much as I like working with Jack, jumping his bones was not
on my to-do list- though I ended up enjoying it anyway.  Now
he's damn near irresistable to me, which should upset me but
doesn't."

	"Johanna, Helen has her problems.  This is a
forbidden subject for her, I don't know why.  Even back when
we've attempted a get-together, I've just given up.  I don't
like it when I make her unhappy."  Even to myself, it
sounded like I was whining.

	Helen was aghast at this-  "Jack, look, you don't
make me unhappy!"

	Her reply seemed perfectly engineered to piss me off- 
which it did.  "Well, you might not have been actively
UN-happy, but I could tell that you weren't actively happy,
either!  Discussing bills, housework and the kid's report cards
while we're trying to cuddle is a pretty clear indication that
getting affection from me didn't interest you.  I seemed to be
just somebody for you to vent your complaints to.  I found it
a lot easier to avoid you and take the edge off with my hand- 
though, lately, I was worried that my right arm would wear
out.  C'mon, Hon, if I was making things better for you it
would've been noticeable, even to me, right?  Every time I've
even tried to get you turned on and interested you changed the
subject and talked about stuff that...  well... turned me off."

	Helen glared at me, but held herself silent, though
I could see her starting to seethe.  She finally spoke: "I
wasn't unhappy!"

	Now I found myself with a full clip of anger;  I
started snarling at her with "So?  You weren't happy either! 
Or even pleased, for that matter.  If you liked the
attention, I would think you'd've found some way to
encourage it.  If you didn't like the attention, well,
you'd make sure that I wasn't motivated by discouraging
activity.  Somehow discussing the bills while I'm nibbling
on your shoulder, neck or ear is not what I'd call a sign
of encouragement.  If it wasn't for the stupidity I get
from the testosterone flowing from my balls, I wouldn't
have gone near you for a long time.  That's just it; my
hormones kept me from fully learning to stay away.  There
were times when I thought you wanted a sexless husband. 
Is that the message I was supposed to get?"

	I think that was the most anger I'd expressed in
the last two years;  It was completely new to Johanna and
Helen seemed taken aback by the display.  I think I still
had steam coming out of my ears.

	Helen suddenly sat back, eyes like saucers. 
Johanna was staring at me too.  At least my anger kept
my dick down.

	I could tell Helen was thinking.

	Johanna took a chance and jumped in, hoping I
wouldn't become annoyed with her, too: "So, Helen, what'd
you do when you got horny being around your husband?"

	Helen doesn't like the word "horny".  There were
a lot of words she didn't want to hear.  She could handle
the "fuck" word though, but only used as an expletive, not
as a descriptive verb;  She still didn't like it.

	Helen kinda shrank away, and, in a small voice,
said "Nothing.  I just stayed clear and waited for it to
go away."

	I was still annoyed.  "Well, I think encouraging me
to stay away from you made that strategy effective."

	Johanna decided to be a little less pushy, saying
"Hon, if you had been active with your husband, you'd've
lost a lot of the years you have on you...   ...and, as the
side effects I've been told to expect become better known,
you'll seem odd since you haven't regressed any.  As it is,
Dr. Coleman thought that Jack might've been a homosexual
because he hadn't gone to bed with you.  I think you'd
better start scheduling time with your own husband.  And,
Helen, since you're so reluctant, I'll sit in the room and
make sure you both jump together."

	I stared at her like she had a second head but I
still only counted the one.  I turned to Helen-  she was
sitting there with her mouth hanging open (I felt like I
was looking into a mirror).  Somehow I doubt this was the
kind of thing she could easily cope with.  It was hard
enough for her to accept so much as a kiss from me with
anyone else around.

	"Helen, will I need to tie you down?"

	With Johanna's remark it was MY turn to have my
mouth hang open- again.

	With that last, Helen just lost it and started
laughing her butt off-  her 5'8" versus Johanna's 4'9"
frame, and Helen had a lot more muscle (and padding) that
the smaller woman didn't.

	"Johanna, I can't handle witnesses.  I can barely
handle sex, even with just Jack.  And certainly not here
in the living room.  If you want, Jack and I will sneak
to our bedroom, just please don't listen..."

	At this point I just stared at my wife-  this was
so unlike her (despite the refusal to allow a witness)
that I had to resort to astonishment.

	"Well, Jack, let's go."  We went.

	Being a bit less than a completely cooperative
mood, I neglected to lock the door while she went to take
a whiz.  Undressing, I lay on the bed, already quite erect
(thanks to an age 16 body) and awaited her pleasure (or,
as I expected, the "lack of").  My balls had already taken
command;  They were quite willing to do this.  The rest of
me didn't want to get disappointed going through this
again.  I had some serious problems dealing with her
rejections and disinterest in me; Her obvious lack of
enthusiasm all too often reminded me of my inadequacies.

	Of course, it seems I was adequate for Johanna
herself earlier today, but I suspected pheromones could've
been enough for her to become willing, just as I had, and
probably had gone a long way to make foreplay unnecessary,
and her small stature made my equipment's reduced size
less of a problem.  When Helen came back in from the
bathroom she was quite naked-  an unusual occurence. 
I suddenly realized that she was probably not fighting
the pheromone's effects for a change.  Seeing her vaginal
area, this became more obvious to me-  wet, very wet and
swollen.

	What surprised me most was the quickness she
showed in climbing on top of me-  before I could move to
provide a spoon position, she straddled my hips and
reached down to guide me to her *dripping* pussy; She
slammed down onto me and yelled out her orgasm as I
felt her spasming around me (it almost hurt).  After
her cry, she put her arms down as she positioned herself
over me (which, for her, was an unusual position, even
20 years ago).  Her weight wasn't that convenient (and
I knew her knees and hips would be complaining to her)
but she started to stroke me, and, most surprising to me,
she started talking...

	"Jack, I've been feeling pretty hot for the last
couple of months but I couldn't handle doing anything
about it.  Now I actually feel good doing this, I've not
come like that in...   ...I don't know how long.  Oh, Oh,
OH GOD, AHHH!" 

	With her second orgasm, I was ready and started
firing away into her, my own spasms seeming like nothing
compared to her own.  This seemed to extend her orgasm,
though, and she laid down on me and started to kiss me- 
something she'd previously been uncomfortable doing, even
when we were dating 25 years before.  I don't know why,
but her kissing (and internal massage) kept me ready and
she started the climb back towards another orgasm, and
then 3 more before I joined her again.

	When we finally finished her seventh orgasm (and
my second, surprisingly enough) she rolled to her side
and I continued to face her and cuddled up to her.  We
kissed each other gently, looking into each other's eyes
and just rocked each other (not easy given the bed, but
it was nice to feel loved to this degree).  When we
finally came down and I slipped from her, we heard
applause;  Johanna was standing by the bed and
applauding.  Helen suddenly went red, blushing before
Johanna told her how wonderful it was to hear and see. 
Helen finally relaxed a bit as Johanna sat down behind
me and said "See what you've been missing?".

	"Johanna, I actually feel good right now;  I
don't know why.  I actually feel content holding my
husband, even if he looks young enough to be my son,
and I don't know why.  I've never been able to feel
this content except when I was holding my children as
infants..."

	"Did you feel this way when you were pregnant? 
I've never had children, so I'm wondering if the
contentment I feel means..."

	"No, pregnancy didn't bliss me out like this. 
It's more like how I felt while nursing my children as
infants- there's just some kind of warmth to this.  It
feels good to hold and be held right now..."

	"So, does this mean you guys will make a little
room for me to cuddle up?"

	"Sure, just avoid the wet spot..."

	"What wet spot, hon?  I should be lying in it,
but it's not as bad as I would've expected;  It only
feels a little damp here, I think it's when you dripped
when you climbed on top of me.  I think, like Johanna
here, whatever you got from me is not coming back out. 
Let me shift so you can place your head on my shoulder
and that way we'll have room for Johanna to join us..."

	We snuggled up together under a sheet and fell
asleep.  We were very fortunate that Colin took care of
his little sister and got her squared away for bed
without disturbing us...

	The clock radio kicked in at 6:30;  We had shifted
a bit over night (Helen must've gotten up in the middle of
the night) and I found myself spooning Helen with Johanna
spooned by Helen, all on our right sides.  It was heavenly
lying like this, but my bladder was getting more than a
little insistent, and my hardon was unhelpful at best.  I
didn't want to wake up much but I did.

	Draining the lizard softened it a bit so, grabbing
my robe, I went to wake Colin up for his college classes
(grumbling, he went off to the shower, but seemed pleased
when I thanked him for taking care of his sister) and
started getting clothes together for Courtney so I could
get her to the school bus stop.

	Once Colin was out of the house I got into the
shower and got joined by both Johanna and Helen-  which
was nice enough.  Yeah, I was sticking out but did my best
to wash my wife's back, which seemed, as I rubbed it in
the shower, to suddenly shed layers of skin-  over and
over, just like I had after catching whatever this is. 
The shower was rinsing it off her body, we turned the
shower head on her back, then her front and we saw her
weight just melting off of her into the water.  It was
funny how the skin just peeled off, like a sunburn, only
thicker, and it all seemed to wash down the drain like it
was turning into dust (despite the water).  She had an
incredible case of dandruff at first but all of her hair
fell out (I was going to miss that gray streak, I thought,
as her hair just suddenly disintegrated into dust and
washed away).  This was repeated for all of her bodily
hair;  I estimated, when she was finished shedding this
weight that she was only about 14 years old bodily,
despite her still sizable breasts.  Her skin and face were
flawless, with the high cheekbones that attracted my eye
during our first (blind) date, and hair was already growing
on her scalp (I started checking elsewhere but her pubic
hair didn't seem to be growing back, any more than mine
did).

	Then it was Johanna's turn in the shower stream;
We didn't get much skin off of her, just one layer, but
the beautiful dark tone was much smoother than before. 
She also experienced the same hair loss as Helen, but this
wasn't too odd since she liked her hair quite short.  She
still looked the same as she did at work, so there weren't
anywhere near as many gross changes as Helen had gone
through.

	There was no doubt that the shower helped to
complete the changes wrought in our bodies since we needed
the extra cooling for the work going on under the covers.

	Both of them washed me and Johanna started to give
me a hand job, which got me anxious until I saw Helen
reach to help.  With both of them showing interest in me,
my climax was not long in arriving.

	Finished with the shower, I dressed enough to
awaken and prep Courtney for her school bus.  Once she was
awake and getting herself dressed and ready, I returned to
my bedroom to find Helen looking for something to wear and
Johanna watching her as she dug through the drawers, finally
choosing a pair of my warm-up pants.  The tie string
managed to keep them on her hips, though just barely.  None
of her underwear fit- no bras, no panties, even her socks
fell down.

	"Johanna, should we take turns calling in sick and
take her shopping?"

	Her silly smile answered me as she nodded;  She was
amused.  Considering her small size and minimal change in
the shower, most of her clothing still fit (although her
brassiere was a casualty; She was disconcerted to find the
"A" cups full of air).

	I called in to the office and told my manager that
I had to take a sick day to help my wife.  (Given that this
condition I had kept me from being ill, this was accepted
easily by my manager;  I pulled enough weight that he could
provide me enough slack for the occasional "mental health"
days.)  Once I was off the phone, Johanna called her manager
to make arrangements and, while she was on the phone, I
hustled little Courtney off to her school bus stop and saw
her board with the other kids.  Waving at some of the other
parents I usually talked to, I headed back to the house.

	We quickly got things together;  While waiting a
bit for the mall to open up we gathered up all of Helen's
clothes that were history and bagged them for a drop-off
at a thrift store.

	Helen had doubled up her now oversized shirts to
reduce the prominence of her new substantial nipples (she
didn't seem to need a brassiere for support any more) which
seemed unusual, since her nipples never had amounted to
much before.  I stopped her, pulled up her shirt to examine
her nipples again closely and handled them to "wake them
up"-  they heeded that wakeup call very quickly and seemed
to be about the size of my thumb to the first knuckle. 
Prior to this change, her nipples had always barely shown
any indication of excitement.  This whole thing intrigued
me;  My own nipples had not shown any changes.  I asked
Johanna to expose her breasts to me, so I could examine her
breasts the same way-  and I was pleased to discover that
her nipples were the same basic size as Helen's.  Johanna
expressed a lot of surprise at this new feature (and was,
unlike Helen, willing to tell me that she had to pull her
underwear off immediately).  Once she'd shed her clothing,
I could tell she was dripping.  She jumped up onto the bed,
spread her legs, and told me, with as sultry a voice as
possible, "Jack, please fuck my brains out - NOW!".

	I was bothered that this didn't take long.  She
spent most of the time in a whole convoy of orgasms before
I sprayed her full.  Helen pulled her shoulder to roll her
on her side as she took on the same position.  She'd
already discarded the pants and held her legs and hands up
to me.  Once I was fully into her the spasms (as I had
felt w/ Johanna) started and her pussy was surprisingly
tight, but the activity of the spasming on me got me going
in record time;  I quickly started pounding into her now
young body and she slammed back against me, almost
constantly coming before I emptied what was left in my
balls into her.

	Johanna broke the silence this time: "It looks
like we'll all need another shower.  That looked almost
as good as it felt."

	This time we talked in the shower and Helen told
us that it felt odd that she could watch her own husband
fuck another woman's brains out and it didn't bother her.  

	"What do you expect, dear-  You got plenty of him
last night and you were up next.  I can't believe how
turned on I got with my tits, especially considering how
small they are!"

	"Johanna, I was so turned on too but I forgot that
I was supposed to respond-  mentally at least.  I flooded
the warm-up pants, so I'll have to grab another pair before
we leave.  Oh, and Jack, please don't touch either of our
tits until we get back here."

	We dropped off the clothing at the thrift store and
headed to a discount clothing place in a nearby mall (Helen
gets really anxious about spending money).  We surprised
one of the salesgirls there because Helen needed to be
re-measured.  We got her some of her regular style of
underwear (she was only comfortable in cotton) to start
and got her jeans, some bras (she was pleased to discover
that she was now down to a 34B from a 48DDDD - which
always seemed too small).  Since her feet hadn't shrunk
as much, we bought her new socks and even some sneakers
(until I could drag her out for a new pair of Birkenstocks)
so, after $387, she had a small but usable wardrobe.  While
she was concentrating on this, we got a new brassiere for
Johanna-  which she arranged to put on right away.  (Helen
also was wearing hers too;  I discovered that they needed
it to cut down on the rubbing between their shirts and
nipples.)

	With a quick lunch in the food court we were ready
to start for home when Johanna told me to wait in the food
court for a half hour or so while she dragged Helen off. 
I went off to the bookstore and ran across two new science
fiction books which I purchased before returning to the
food court.  With something to read, I could relax and wait.

	It's known to Helen that a bomb can go off next to
me while I'm reading and I'd not notice.  This kind of
thing has led to some amusing (and not so amusing) events
within our marriage.  So I didn't notice how full the food
court's tables were getting when I heard "Hey, Colin, can
I sit at your table?" with a touch on my shoulder.

	I looked up at a rather pretty little oriental girl
who started when she saw my face and said "I'm sorry, I
thought you were a friend of mine."

	"Colin?  Lipton, right?"

	"Uhhh...  How did you know?"

	"Well, we chose that name name for him because it
wasn't particularly common.  I'm his dad, Jack Lipton."

	"Uhhhhhh..." she stood there, mouth hanging open.

	"Why don't you sit down and start on your lunch; 
I don't think you'd enjoy a cold...   whatever that is."

	This snapped her out of her shock;  She sat down
and started on her food, glancing up at me now and then,
as I sat back and opened the book again.

	Now, let me clarify some things-  I'm clumsy
around women (and girls) unless I could define a
"harmless" relationship.  This pretty little oriental girl
couldn't be easily pigeonholed.  The wrong portion of my
body was starting to notice her.

	"I'm Mei, by the way" (sounding like "me") was her
first attempt to get a conversation going.

	"No, I'm Me..." I smiled back, trying to tease her.

	This got a chuckle from her.

	She finally filled in with "Colin told me that
you'd gotten younger as part of that whole panic some
months ago;  Despite what I've seen on the news and on
the net, the reality of it is surprising.  You look
younger than he does."

	"Yeah, the estimate is that I lost about 35 years
in my biological age;  I seem to have stabilized at about
15-16.  There's one poor woman at work, a director, way up
there in the food chain, who stabilized around 13.  I am
quite pleased I didn't roll back quite that far;  It
would've been tougher for the cops to resist pulling me
over.  So, this makes me physically younger than you, too. 
Trouble is, I'm still 50 years old up here", tapping my
head, "so the generation gap is still there.  So there's
a lot of words that you kids use that leave me completely
in the dark.  I can't talk like I look."

	"So you kept all your memories?  Did you get
anything...  Uhhhh...  What does Colin's mom... I mean,
your wife, think of this?  Does she like it?"

	"We'll see.  She's still trying to adapt to it. 
Some things about this she likes, some things not.  It's
a little hard to take someone who looks like me seriously
in a corporate setting, despite my seniority.  In a
marriage it's pretty confusing too.  Anyway, how're you
doing in your classes?"

	"I'm doing OK.  I'm looking forward to the summer,
though.  I'd like to get a nice job."

	"Yeah, assuming the bean-counters loosen up a bit,
we'll probably be looking for summer hires.  I want to get
Colin in again but that may be difficult.  Why don't you get
a resume to him and I'll pass it along, OK?"

	She stared at me, mouth open in shock.

	"Mei, Colin's mentioned your name as one of the
bulging brains, so, if you've impressed him, I'm willing to
help expose you to the world of business-  though you may
not thank me.  The company likes plenty of red tape."

	"Cool, then..."  She started, then glanced up and
said "Hi Colin, how're you doing?"  From my perspective,
her eyes suddenly darkened and I realized that her pupils
had just opened wide.  It's funny how good my vision has
gotten.

	I stayed quiet, waiting.  Colin didn't even look
at me as he sat down at the table, staring at Mei.  I
wasn't sure she recognized his looks; He had to have been
drooling.  Now I understood his case of testosterone
poisoning that had been driving Helen and I up a wall. 
They didn't notice me as I watched both of their faces- 
and I realized they were entranced by each other.  If I
could encourage this correctly I might arrange for some
quiet in the house by marrying off my son.

	"So, Colin, I've finally met Mei- I mean her, not
me, her, Mei..." I said to shake him out of his stupor.  He
took a quick look at me, stopped, and stared at me.

	"Dad?"

	"Yeah, I took the day off;  We needed to go shopping
for your mom.  Right now Johanna dragged her off somewhere. 
They're already"-  I glanced at the clock on my pager- "20
minutes over due."

	Suddenly Mei's eyes shifted and widened as I felt a
pair of hands cover my eyes "Guess Who?"  Talk about timing,
huh?

	Now, I knew from the skin color that these hands
didn't belong to Johanna, so I replied "Would that be Helen
of Troy?"

	With my vision restored I saw both Colin and Mei
staring over my shoulder.

	She kissed me on the cheek and whispered "Close, but
I'll take all the flattery you can dish out, though you may
have used up your supply for the next year..."

	With that, she dropped into the chair opposite Colin
as Johanna scrounged a chair from another table, leaving the
lone teen-age boy there with a disappointed look on his face;
she sat between Helen and Mei.

	"Helen, Johanna, this is Mei.  Colin's mentioned her
to us on occasion, remember hon?"

	Colin was still in shock.  "Mom?"

	"Yes, dear.  What's wrong?"

	"You... You're..."

	"I didn't know that dad's condition could spread to
me, so it's changed some things I'll have to get used to. 
Like your father, though, I'm feeling I've got far more energy
than I remember.  Does this surprise you?" 

	"Not that much, now that I think about it.  How long
did it take?"

	"Not long once exposed.  No problem.  Don't worry
about it."

	"Should I have to worry about it?"

	Both Helen and Johanna stared at each other for a
second or so and broke out laughing, so I replied:

	"No, I don't think so.  Anyway, I think we'd better
get going; Johanna needs to pick up her car, we need to be
back for your sister."

	Both women nodded as they got up and passed the big
bags to me.  Colin and Mei looked up at us, then went back
to staring into each other's eyes.  It was at this point
that Johanna leaned over and whispered in Mei's ear before
we walked out and saw a flicker of fear on the young girl's
face that Johanna didn't get to notice.

	Once in the car and rolling I asked Johanna what
she said to Mei; I was curious.

	"Jack, I told her that your son is thick and she
needs to get her message through to him more directly."

	Helen added that "I hope it's not a case where
they'll give us a grandchild too soon- though I'm
egotistical enough to hope that he got his good taste
from my side of the family..."

	We were stopped at a light when Helen turned to
me and stared at me.  "So, is she nice enough for our son?"

	"I'm not sure, but the initial indications are pretty
good.  She's almost as smitten as he is, and he's at least as
inept as I was at his age, so he can't tell that she's
broadcasting her interest in him.  Given the flash of fear on
her face with Johanna's suggestion, I suspect she's as much a
babe in the woods as he is."

	As the light turned green, Johanna commented from the
back seat: "Well, if he'd been looking at me that way my
underwear'd need changing.  Again.  There is no way her
panties aren't drenched."

	"I don't think so.  I think she's pretty thick
herself.  There's no doubt in my mind that she wants him and
she's doubting that he wants her.  Likewise he has to find
her desirable and attractive but must not believe it could
be reciprocated.  They just don't know where they stand with
the other.  I suspect that she's got her own confidence
problems- and I never realized that Colin must be the same. 
Both must have some awful fear of rejection.  I certainly
did at that age."

	"But she must get pretty damn hot" Johanna pressed.

	Helen added "But Colin was responding.  I wonder if
he's concerned about his erection?  I could tell from his
squirming- and hers- that they were both more than a little
excited."

	"That's a major problem;  Remember, I was a virgin
when I met Helen, she wasn't."

	"JAAACCCKKKK!" squawked Helen.

	"C'mon, hon, let's be real.  Given the puppy look on
Colin's face and some of the irritation he inflicts on us, I
would suspect him as still a virgin.  I would think that
she's at least as thick because she doesn't realize what his
gazes really mean.  It'd be nice for him to get laid, but
I'd want it to be someone who will value him and want to
keep him."

	I was surprised to get the last word on that subject,
it seemed alien with two women in the car.

	Well, we arrived at the house in short order and
brought in the goodies the women had bought.  We made the
obligatory pit stops on our way to the master bedroom, where
we finally stripped bare-  and I could see that both women
were dripping wet.  Helen got onto the bed on her hands and
knees-  conveniently positioned for me to step behind her
and use my erection to best effect.  She arrived more
noisily several times before I did and Johanna was quick to
take her place when I finished unloading.  I then performed
the same job with her and, once done, we took a quick
shower together to wash off the "eau de pussy" we had
accumulated.

	Of course, we had to air out the bedroom, too, but
it was a nice enough day.

	It was coming up on 2:30 so I prepared to go out to
the school bus stop and collect Courtney.

	Both women wanted to show off some of their purchases
but I let them both know that today was a bad day with
Courtney due home shortly and no Colin to take her off our
hands.  

	Courtney's bus pulled up and she came running to me
and gave me a hug.  I walked her home.

	Oddly enough, Courtney recognized her mother despite
the loss of years;  She didn't even hesitate and ran to her
mother's arms, calling "Momma!  Momma!"

	Well, come to think of it, she had to adapt to me,
so she had some practice.

	Helen cuddled our daughter with tears in her eyes- 
and it suddenly hit me that she must've feared the loss of
her baby daughter's love.  Johanna looked at me and smiled- 
I could see her light up.

	Johanna gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as
she quickly gathered her purchases and headed out the door. 
I stepped to the door and watched her get into her car,
wave, and leave.

	Helen and Courtney finally let each other go,
Courtney calling out that she needed to get to her homework
so she could go out and play.  Helen grabbed me for a kiss
before she headed for the kitchen to start putting dinner
together.  I heard her humming in there as she went to work.

	I looked in on her occasionally as I went to work
on the laundry; This had made a huge change in her, she was
almost bouncing around in the kitchen as she put a meal
together (and it was shaping up to be something special,
which she's seldom had the energy for, despite her
exceptional talent).

	I found some additional clothing we had missed
earlier and placed the underwear in the trash while bagging
the stuff that we could donate.  From there, I had enough
energy to check up on Courtney and helped her with her
homework and finally got her out in the backyard.

	Things settled down more that evening as I dealt
with Courtney as I would whenever I stayed home from work. 
This gave Helen something of a break though she whipped up
a wonderful dinner.  I managed to avoid teasing Colin about
Mei when he came in (or even over dinner) but both Helen
and I were on the same wavelength as we watched him.  I
knew Helen would work on his attitude and encourage him to
ask Mei out for a date.

	I slept well after Helen and I went at it like a
pair of rabbits.  I couldn't believe that we could go at
it so long.  Well, I guess that youth is wasted on the
young-  or rather, it WAS wasted on the young.  Helen and
I certainly knew what to do with all of this reclaimed
energy-  and few teenagers would've had a clue in knowing
how to please their partner.

	Work the next day felt awkward at first-  Johanna
was already in her office and gave me a smile and wink as
I walked past to my own.  She stopped by shortly
afterwards, closed my door, and let me know that she had
enjoyed the last two days:  "After all, men aren't usually
on my radar..."

	I just stared at her, and stammered out- "But- 
But-  I've always figured that you were never shorted for
dates!  I never would've thought you were..."

	"Yes, Jack, I prefer women.  I told Helen yesterday
and she let me know that she's been depressed because she
kept thinking about women and, given her childhood traumas,
was pretty uncomfortable.  I don't think she's all that
interested in going bi right now, but..."

	I shrugged.  I couldn't think of either my wife or
Johanna in any negative;  I felt bonded to them both.  I
expected- well, hoped- they both felt as bonded to me as
well.  We hugged before peeling apart to our respective work.

	So things settled down again.  I ended up with
Johanna spending more lunches with me (even when we didn't
couple like mad minks) because we were comfortable.  I ran
across Dorothy every now and then and we would chat about
her situation;  She was not entirely displeased with how
her husband had finally stabilized.

	Helen was far more interested in me;  While she was
still rather concerned about pregnancy, she didn't feel as
threatened, so she was far more willing to jump my bones- 
at least daily.  Many days she woke me up this way (which
was a big change for a "non-morning" person).  Johanna also
rotated into our bed at least 2-3 times a week.

	Mei did end up with a summer intern position;  She
started about five months after my heart attack and renewal. 
She fit in surprisingly well, though it was obvious that she
missed Colin, who had to work elsewhere.  There was no
longer any doubt in my mind that I wanted her as a
daughter-in-law  assuming that Colin was smart enough to
continue his pursuit.

	It was during this interval that we found out more
about how wide- spread this syndrome (infection?) was-  and
how many of the world's more "powerful men" (usually of the
"Dictators for Life" or "Religious Leader" variety) made
sure that they got it too.  The next surprise provided for
a lot anxiety for all late-comers...

	Six months after I got this syndrome, I woke up
feeling odd; Helen helped me up and I went to empty
myself and didn't find the expected plumbing-  everything
seemed to be missing.  I called to Helen as I sat down
and started to whiz.

	As she came in I pointed to my lack and her eyes
widened.  Once I finished I went into the shower and
started the water.  Helen quickly joined me and, suddenly,
my skin was shedding at an incredible rate.  I felt hot,
despite the water, and, as the shedding occurred, I
started to lose...

	...height?  I seemed to be getting shorter.  How
short was I going to get?

	Finally my weight and height stopped pouring off
of myself and I suddenly recognized the change to my skin- 
I even recognized my new hands, just before Helen gasped- 
"Jack, you've turned into Johanna!"

	Then it struck us both, and we stared at each
other: "Johanna!"

	When we got out of the bathroom, the phone was
ringing and Helen picked it up in the bedroom as I was
towelling myself (and her) off.  It was Johanna, but
Helen said "She sounds a lot like you now" as she handed
me the phone.  Helen then left the room to kick Colin
loose for his job and I talked with Johanna about the
latest set of changes-  and we agreed that we'd better
exchange clothing;  I let her know that we'd meet at her
house since I could get Helen to drive out there.  Helen
got our daughter to one of her friend's houses while I
hunted for some of Helen's clothing for the short trip. 
I also packed up some of my work (and casual) clothing
to pass to Johanna-  Which we went to take care of,
after a false start for the car (when I realized that
we'd need to bring her shoes and I'd be travelling
barefoot).

	We got to Johanna's house without incident; 
She was on the phone with Doctor Coleman as we pulled
up.  It was funny realizing that she was not
comfortable with wearing my kind of body (and still in
a bathrobe).  It seems that quite a few people in the
local area were calling in about this.

	Johanna led the way to her bedroom and peeled
off the robe; I carried the bag of clothes for her
while Helen had the shoes (and my birkenstocks).  Once
in the bedroom I peeled out of the clothes and Helen
inspected Johanna in my skin (well, not really, since
it wasn't, literally speaking, a body swap) while
Johanna inspected me closely.  We were seeing some
minor discrepancies (we kept our eye colors, so my
blue eyes in dark brown skin seemed odd), but nothing
really serious.  On top of this, Johanna was sporting
quite an erection, too, which had grown fairly quickly
and continued to pulse with an accelerated heartrate. 
Given my new shape and (ahem) lack of stature, the
display was more than mildly intimidating.  I might not
have been big as a teen-ager but it sure looked
threatening to me now.

	I was uncomfortable seeing an erection from the
other side;  I wasn't really ready to try out the new
plumbing, despite the itchiness and wetness I was
feeling.  After a quick look at Helen, I let her know
that I couldn't cope with it right now and that it'd be
a nice idea for her to help Johanna to learn how to use
what I didn't have any more.  I also learned about the
"heat" in my own loins;  Once Helen had pushed Johanna
onto her (his!) back and jumped her (his!) bones, my own
plumbing was leaking like a sieve-  so I started to play
with it.  I learned a lot about how to play with a woman
that day as I did it for myself- and managed to climax
on close to the same schedule as Helen-  Early and
Often.  I was still a little tense but I figured that I
could balance this out later.

	Johanna was almost completely blown away with
this.  While I had finally experienced a climax in a
woman's body (it was odd that I had so suddenly acquired
some comfort-  in the heat of the moment!) there was a
difference in how my climaxes felt between then and now,
and I was already wondering what this was going to do to
my identity.  My discomfort with this change was dropping
off...   ...and I could tell from Johanna's facial
expressions through her (his) climax that it was a
surprise to feel it.

	I also realized the opportunity to learn what a
woman really likes in terms of attention, even though I
wasn't quite ready mentally to do so.

	Once Johanna recovered from being ridden, she
turned to me with "You know, I could get to like this. 
I preferred women before and this makes me a little
more acceptable to many.  I doubt this will last,
though."

	I had to agree, but I was suddenly struck with
the realization that we could cope with this pretty well
HERE in the U.S.;  I didn't envy any of those dictators
that'd look like one of the women they had relations
with.

	Well, Johanna, Helen and I jumped into the
shower and we washed each other;  Both of them made 
a point to tease my nipples (Whoa!) and slit;  Both of
them knew just where and how to touch me to inflame
my "new" body and the next thing I knew I was
sandwiched between both of my lovers and suddenly
found myself lifted and penetrated, all as they both
continued to play with my new sex.  With
penetration came my first real orgasm as a woman,
which almost turned me inside out.

	For me, this was completely new and unexpected,
and I really, really, hadn't been ready for this. 
Despite this unexpected coupling (which was nothing like
an anal exam, thank God) and my discomfort at being with
a "male", I couldn't help responding.  Helen and I were
facing and kissing each other,  helping to distract me
from the dick now sliding into (and out of!) my new body. 
With all of the stimulation I was receiving, it felt
wonderful and, with the continuing manual stimulation and
the "fucking" I was not long in coming- and coming again. 
There wasn't much sensation in feeling Johanna's new cock
when it came- beyond the suddenly extra spasming in
counterpoint to my own abdominal spasms.  I realized, at
that moment, that I might not be ready to initiate sexual
activity with a man, that I could handle the act itself.

	Helen told me that knowing I was in this body made
it easier for her to exchange affection with a woman.

	Shower over, Johanna dressed first in the clothing
I brought for work and guided Helen in selecting an outfit
for me to wear (along with the undergarments).  Fortunately
Johanna didn't try to get me into one of her dresses or
even a skirt this first day as a "her", but the pantsuit
wasn't without it's own messages.  I ended up with nice
socks and shoes (the clothing closely matched what I'd
otherwise wear;  Only the panties were a big jump from
boxers) and we sorted out other items as we readied
ourselves for work.  Johanna did make a crude remark that
she'd want briefs instead of boxers in the future.  I
sighed and commented that there was no accounting for
taste-  or lack thereof.

	Johanna also picked out another 2 outfits and
helped bag them with Helen.  I suddenly had a funny
feeling in my plumbing and went back to the commode and
found, while peeing, some of the semen Johanna had pumped
into me dripping out of me.  This was weird, but I
suspected that whatever was enabling this was cushioning
my mental state.  I could just imagine the kinds of
tranquilizers running through my blood just then.

	As I returned Johanna told me to drop my drawers
again, which I did.  She placed a pad in the panties and
helped me pull them back up.  "Ever since you came back
to work after the hospital stay,  I've needed these pads
to absorb my drippings.  I expect you'll also be dripping. 
Oh, yes, when you pee you'll need to wipe yourself towards
the rear..." 

	This wasn't something I was ready for just then,
but I paid enough attention.  (I found out that my
paper-folding habits were such that I didn't go through
a whole roll in one day;  I wondered how come Helen
burned through the rolls so fast.)

	Helen finally told us "Be careful guys, don't get
hurt.  Give me a call, both of you.  I think we'll need
to coordinate our house-holds.  Oh, and Johanna, please
don't fuck every woman in sight with my husband's body..."

	Johanna just stared at her...  "Helen..."

	Helen continued with "Well, you don't know if
you'll end up with a constant erection.  Now, we live 15
minutes from the office, so run home with Jack during
lunch if you guys need to fuck, like you used to.  I don't
envy you guys explaining this to the folks at work.  I love
you both!  See you later!"

	We walked out with Helen;  She climbed into our
car and left me with Johanna, who held up her keys and
said "Want to drive?"

	"Huh?"

	"Well, you won't need to adjust the driver's seat,
right?"

	*SIGH*

	Walking into work was odd, knowing that my ID badge
didn't match my face at all (and I suddently realized that
neither did my driver's license) but, with the badge
readers, this wasn't much of a problem unless someone
closely looked at the photo on my badge.  Additionally, the
big notebook computer I was carrying was more of a drag,
having to adjust the straps on the backpack-  and Johanna
didn't tend to carry hers back and forth during the week. 
Fortunately the security folks (who I usually greeted by
name, thankful that I didn't have their jobs) were busy
going over some paperwork, so didn't pay too much attention
when I said "Good Morning Lee, Jo...".  Johanna has come in
with me enough times and realized that I (her now) would
usually make the greeting, so, using "my" face, repeated
the greeting.  Jo waved to Johanna, "Good morning Jack."

	Heading to our offices, we decided to bite the
bullet, and I soon saw "myself" seated in Johanna's office,
pulling her notebook from the desk and powering it up.  I
proceeded to my own office and started to put my computer
on-line, getting ready for the day.

	I had to spend a few moments adjusting my chair. 
Even the simple stuff was spooking me out.

	Bob, the fellow I shared an office with, walked in
and grunted at me as I was sitting at my desk.  As he
started up his PC, he asked me if I was waiting for Jack,
and if there was anything he could do for me.  He then
added that he'd seen "Jack" in "my" office, in case we
missed each other.  Bob was always exceptionally helpful,
one reason why I always spoke well of him; This warmed me
because teamwork is a matter of volunteering, not taking.

	"Bob, sorry, but I *am* Jack.  Apparently this is
the next phase of that little bug.  I'm concerned that this
may confuse things for you and the rest of the team."

	After he got control over his jaw, he added "Oh,
so that was really Johanna as you in her office?  So how
come you look like her instead of someone else?  Though
a tip-off is the voice-  you don't have her accent, so
that's a differentiation."

	"Whoa...  ...that's a good question.  I'll be
talking to the doctor covering the local situation later,
and this is something that'll need to be asked.  I'd
guess that some genetic material was exchanged at some
point.  Right now, I don't think there's a good answer."

	He looked at me funny;  I could tell he was
resisting asking "how" such an exchange would occur...

	At that point we dove into the automated reports
that were spammed to the system management group.

	It was around 9:30 that my manager walked in with
"Jack" and her manager;  I got up and we went to the
closest little conference room with them and we sat down
with the door closed.

	Leona, my manager, spoke first: "Jack, Johanna,
what's going on?"

	Well, we didn't have much in the way of answers,
but promised to get them.  Leona and Larry (Johanna's
manager) told us that they were more than a little taken
aback by this shift.

	"If you think you've gotten a confusing issue,
think of how it is at this end.  As it is, We've got to
call this one in.  We called it in earlier this morning,
but I suspect that the news from all over is going to
get real interesting today as this shakes out.  This is
about 6 months to the day since I got caught by this
syndrome.  Things seem to happen, so far, on a 90 day
schedule, so this is going to be bizarre."

	Johanna leaned forward with "And, in case you're
curious, Jack and I went at it 3 months ago when he
reached a crisis because he hadn't been active.  Boy was
I itchy, and now look at me!  It was pretty bad then with
getting turned on like that, but I think he was putting
out pheromones to get a woman's attention."

	Leona turned to me with "So that's why I was
constantly jumping my husband every night when I got
home-  So you're the reason I'm pregnant.  Ooooooohhh... 
someday it'll be your turn!"

	I would've blanched if I could have.  Wearing a
woman's body, I was now "conceivable"-  and, if having
Johanna use her new masculine equipment on me this
morning was a shock, this was greater.  I had no idea
whether any further changes were likely to occur at the
next 90-day mark, but I really hoped to regain my lost
masculinity.

	We broke off from that meeting with an
understanding that we'd work with security to get our
badges updated.

	Once our managers stepped out, I realized that
this'd be a good time to call Doctor Coleman about our
condition, but I first called Dorothy's office and hit
her voice mail.  I pulled out my PDA and looked up her
home office's number and dialed that.

	"Hello?" came a more masculine voice on the
phone;  I identified myself as Jack and told her the
Johanna was here too, and that we realized that she
wasn't quite herself.

	S/he chuckled.  "That's for sure.  My poor
husband...  ...well, I think some of the nurses he
works with at the hospital will find his new situation
interesting.  Jack, why you and Johanna?"

	"That's one of the questions I want to ask
Coleman.  I'm gonna try to conference him in, OK?"

	"Cool, I'll hold."

	We called Dr Coleman's office;  We were
fortunate that he was not on another call just then- 
and it sure looked like we got some priority, too. 
Once Dorothy was on the call, I started off with:

	"So, I take it that quite a few have gone
through this, right?"

	"Yes, darn near everybody who survived the
first crisis.  What's odd, though, is that we now
have far more women than men.  I've already seen
three who came in together;  They had been men, and
came in as women- all now identical.  They brought
in a man that none of them had looked like who
claimed to be the original for the female bodies in
the office.  I found out that she took the shape of
the first changee she had relations with."

	"So Dorothy and her husband swapped that way
and, because Johanna and I got together when I
turned green, I've exchanged body structure with
her.  Hmmmm..."

	"Yes, that seems to be the case, so far. 
I suspect that a lot of people are likely to be
embarassed by having their peccadillos aired."

	I turned to Johanna and said "Please don't
spread it around.  I'm worried that the next woman
you bonk as me will get my equipment.  I hope to
get it back someday."

	Both Dorothy and Coleman (what IS his first
name, huh?) were chuckling.

	"And try not to get me pregnant.  I don't
think I could cope with that either."

	"Look, folks, this is still a little up in
the air.  We've got some shrinks looking at this as
a major trauma, so we'll probably need to have you
come on in for a conference.  We'll probably do it
in one of the halls so that the whole changee
population can air their stories and we can try to
collect some epidemiological data for us to crunch."

	"Thanks Doc..." we all said and hung up-
and Johanna and I hugged and she went off to her
desk and I went back off to mine.

	And I still didn't feel like a woman-  even
when I had to use the ladies room.  It just didn't
seem quite right, and I had to back out of the men's
room when I realized I couldn't stand in front of the
urinal.  Fortunately it wasn't occupied at the time,
so I managed to get to the women's room without
incident and used it.  Fortunately the pad that
Johanna had slipped into "my" panties wasn't
particularly wet (yet), so I retained it-  I wasn't
looking forward to having to do this myself.

	Getting back to my office, I joined the guys
for a fast-food lunch, noting that Johanna apparently
went out to lunch already.  I hoped she was not
having problems with the hormones that the balls would
put out.  I figured that she was willing to adjust the
car seat this time, though.  

	Lunch was reasonably comfortable and we talked
shop and even a bit of office rumors.  Apparently,
despite the change of vocal pitch, my speech patterns
(rhythm, word choice, etc) had them forget the body I
was wearing at the moment when Walt mentioned that he
figured that Sylvia (one of the QA techies) was "as
lesbian as Johanna"-  which caused him to suddenly
stop with his hand over his mouth and turn to me,
which caused the other 3 guys at the table to turn and
look at me.

	I shrugged.

	Walt then picked up again, "Well, maybe not.
Maybe she's more gay than Johanna."

	He knew it was lame.  The rest of the guys just
stared him down.  It was up to me to get things going
again.

	"Considering who is really in here despite the
body, in my head I still find women attractive, so, at
least with me here, I can be considered lesbian.  As for
the real Johanna, she got caught in the web of pheromones
when I hit crisis three months ago so, whatever her
preferences may have been, I don't think she had much
choice.  I think she now feels bonded to me by this. 
Granted, wearing a body that I kinda miss wearing
already, she may decide to indulge herself, though I hope
she won't.  It'd be awkward, depending upon what the next
shift is.  Do you really think you'd want to take your
chances like this?  Do you think *I* want to take much in
the way of chances?  It's bad enough that I'm missing
equipment-  do you really think I want to become a
mother?"

	"Well..." Bob jumped in, "If you were one of the
Moties from Mote in God's Eye, you'd need to get through a
pregnancy to become male again.  Hopefully this isn't true,
but it's one more thing to worry about, right?"

	It's a good thing Johanna's hair is short and
curly;  It almost stood straight up.  I also vowed to
keep an eye on others in the "same community" as I.

	Lunch ended and, oddly enough, we saw "me" pull
in at the same time.  Johanna walked in with us and dragged
me to her office, where she closed her door.  It was then
I noticed the re-washed hair and a different shirt.  She
nodded, "I'm sorry Jack, but I damn near exploded, so I
went off to Helen and she drained me-  but good.  How did
you stand it?"

	I, somehow, was not completely surprised.  "I
tended to make at least two trips to the men's room,
hopefully when it was empty, and emptied it by hand.  I
really should've realized that I had other options for
that last couple of months, you know.  Now I feel stupid."

	So we went back to our own desks to work.

	That night, Johanna and I went to her house and
packed up yet more clothing and a fair amount of her paper-
work before proceeding to my house.  We set up "my"
clothes in the spare bedroom (which was rigged as an
office) and Johanna moved in with us.

	This was gonna be tough to explain to either Colin
or Courtney- and it'd have to be tonight (at least for
Colin).  Courtney cuddled up to Johanna and I could see
"her" just relax with my daughter and then smile happily. 
I don't think I'd ever seen my face with that expression
before.

	Helen called Colin aside;  I followed them into the
kitchen and closed the door and we sat at the table.  Colin
eyed both of us, most especially me, and asked me "So, why
are you here with my Mom?"

	I looked him in the eye and replied "Because I
woke up with this shape this morning.  I'm what's left of
your Dad.  That's Johanna back there curled up with
Courtney.  So, it looks like Johanna needs to move in with
us to maintain some sense of normalcy for Courtney."

	With my talking, Colin was first disbelieving and
then steadied down quickly-  Again, the lack of Johanna's
accent (which makes the voice I was using far more alluring
than with me driving it) in my current form was more
telling-  and he said "I thought Dad's voice seemed odd, the
few times he spoke."  (So he'd heard the accent.  I
wondered what Courtney made of it.)

	Helen added "So please don't rile up your sister- 
we need to get her comfortable enough and I don't know how
much we can tell her yet."

	He nodded at this, "OK, I can see that.  Hopefully
this won't be too confusing for me."

	"Look, I'm concerned about the next shift-  these
things, so far, have come every 90 days from when I got
this...  ...thing.  So try not to panic.  And, if you think
you've got problems with identity, think about me and
Johanna-  we've exchanged a lot, and it's not going to be
fun for any of us."

	"So, who sleeps with who?  Do you, as Johanna,
sleep with Mom or in the spare bedroom?  Or does Johanna,
as Dad?  Who is where?"

	Both Helen and I stared at one another before we
both said, "We don't know yet".

	Helen grabbed the bull by the horns with "We haven't
worked out any of these details.  What kind of relationship
can I have with either your father or Johanna?  I've never
been interested in women, but now he is one, and there's a
woman wearing your father's...   ...equipment.  So I'm
getting screwed up by this."

	Colin smirked, "Yeah, I guess screwed is a good
choice of words."

	Helen blushed.  A little over three months ago
Colin would've been deafened if he'd said that to her then.

	"So, Dad, why are you Johanna rather than Mom?"

	I sighed, then "Because I had sex with Johanna first
after getting this syndrome when I reached a crisis three
months ago- because I hadn't boinked your mother between
getting younger and the crisis point.  Assuming my suspicion
is correct, once the rules of this finally come out, there
will be a lot of embarassed people out there..."

	Colin's eyes suddenly defocussed, as he finished my
sentence: "And a lot of dead ones, too, Dad.  Especially in
countries where women are property.  A lot of powerful men
won't be so powerful any more, will they?"

	Helen and I could not help but sit up suddenly and
stare at him and then each other.  He usually did have a
knack at seeing trends and recognizing the dark cloud
usually found attached to a silver lining.

	Stunned at the visions, Helen whistled as I said
"Good God!"

	We returned to the living room where Courtney
jumped on me, calling "Aunt 'Hanna!  Aunt 'Hanna!" which
cheered me, and I pulled her up next to me.  Considering
my current disadvantage in size, I was not about to have
her climb onto my (small) lap, but she sat next to me and
cuddled.

	That evening was quite pleasant for me as "Aunt
Johanna" and I went to bed in the spare room early;  This
pretty much made the decision of who slept where.  After
setting the clock radio, I laid down and fell asleep quickly.

	Once morning arrived, I discovered that I wasn't
alone-  Courtney had climbed into bed with me during the
night and was being spooned by me, with her head on my left
arm.  I managed to pull away and headed for the hall
bathroom and dealt with my ablutions and started my shower to
prepare for the day.

	I did get surprised by Colin, though, as I stepped
from the shower.  I was dripping as I reached for a towel
and he got an eyeful of Johanna's body.  As I dried (I hadn't
developed the body modesty necessary for this form) we
discussed the morning.  He seemed a little uncomfortable,
then I looked down at myself and then him, and realized that
his body had certainly noticed the femininity of this form.

	"Sorry Colin, I forget how different things are. 
I'd better let you get going with the morning."

	"OK Dad."

	I beat a hasty retreat, dressed for the day (and
installed the pad) then awakened Courtney.  I got her moving
and had her prepping for her day camp.  She was happy around
me, so I guess she liked her Aunt Johanna.  It was
particularly pleasant that she had no problem with the skin
color on her "aunt".

	Slipping into the master bedroom I saw the empty
bed and heard the shower going, so I knew they were cleaning
up (and, from some of the moaning I heard, they were active). 
The room had that suggestive odor, so I realized that Johanna
and Helen were getting "very close".  What was disturbing was
that it DIDN'T disturb me, that my wife was jumping into the
sack with someone else-  but, I guess, that someone else was
me-  kind of.

	Stepping back out of the bedroom I checked up on
Courtney and Colin, ensuring that both were getting ready for
the day.  Courtney had finished her toilet and Colin was back,
this time in the shower.  Given this morning, I suspected his
right hand was getting a work-out.  

	I realized that I needed to talk to Mei-  and that
this body would make it easier.

	Finally, Johanna and I dragged Courtney to the car
and we brought her to day camp on the way to work.  I asked
Courtney why she climbed into my bed during the night;  "I
needed a cuddle and you're small enough to cuddle nice."

	With Courtney finally off at day camp we headed for
work.

	Workdays are workdays.  We didn't have much time to
spend in self reflection.  Johanna jumped Helen at lunch
again, while I talked to Mei in local cafe.  I realized that
Colin was still afraid of her.  I found out that she was
afraid of Colin.

	Finally Mei said "I'm such a freak, though-  Colin
could never find me attractive."

	I looked her up and down.  No, I think Colin would
certainly sport a woody, even with her dressed.  Heck, even
my current equipment noticed her.  I could tell my nipples
and clitoris were awake.

	She shook her head, "No, it's not that obvious. 
Follow me after lunch."

	Once we finished eating, we went to the Ladies room
and she pulled up her top-  and I realized that she had some
kind of heavy brassiere on.  She pulled that up and exposed
the biggest pair of nipples I had ever seen, on an almost
flat chest.  And her nips weren't even fully hard yet, I
watched them grow and crinkle up.  Mine were following that
lead;  I was still man enough to get excited by the view. 
She was small enough that no brassiere was needed (I'd not
be wearing one except that my new nipples made it necessary)
but her heavily lined bra certainly made her nipples, over
and inch across and seemingly two inches long, less obvious.

	"Wow, those are nice.  So what's wrong with them?"

	"My clitoris is big too, see?"

	She pulled her panties down enough for me to see, yes,
she had a large clitoris, it was standing up and protruded at
least an inch from her lips.  I realized that I'd need to
masturbate soon.  I nodded with "So?  That's not much of a
problem.  It must make it easier for you to enjoy sex, though."

	She nodded, "Yes, it's been handy when I play with
myself," as she re-arranged her clothing, "but don't you
think that Colin would freak?  I feel like I'm such a freak..."

	As she started to bawl, I reached out and held her,
and suddenly realized I was slightly shorter than her.  "Mei,
yes, I think Colin would freak for sure-  He'd jump your bones
so fast that your head would spin.  It's hard enough for me to
resist you.  I really think you need to tell - or show - Colin. 
I'll help if you want."

	She slowed her crying in my arms (it was wonderful that
we were close in size) and looked in my eyes, "How can you be
so sure?"

	"This isn't really a secret, but don't spread it
yourself, OK?"

	She stared, and suddenly looked scared.  "Is it your
being a lesbian?  I heard someone mention it."

	I shook my head, stopped, and said, "Well, maybe not
completely accurate, but I'm Jack in here.  Apparently Johanna
and I swapped body shapes.  I woke up and shed weight to end up
like this.  Johanna gained a bit of weight to grow into my body
shape.  So, as a former man, and Colin's Dad, I can attest that
Colin would have to be completely dead between the ears- and legs-
to reject you for your enhancements.  I would think you'd be
irresistable."

	She took this well-  and concentrated on the part she
could cope with best: "Enhancements?  But I'm a freak!  No
one could find me desirable!"

	I shook my head again, "Hey, so you've got something
extra.  If Colin doesn't want to spend time nibbling on either
of them, he's a complete loss.  Heck, I wish _I_ could nibble
on them, but that isn't appropriate.  I want my son to be
happy, and I don't think he could be happy unless you are
happy.  Visit the house tonight, say, around 7PM and talk to
Johanna as Jack about work and we'll see what we can do.  And
wear something that won't hide your main... enhancements.  As
soon as they stand up, act like they're not there.  I think I
can guarantee his eyes will lock on and never let go.  And I
don't think he'll want to let you out of his sight, either."

	Mei smiled, pulled be back into a tight hug and said
"Thanks."

	We returned to work-  and, for the rest of the
afternoon, Mei kept dropping in on me to squeeze my hand.  I
could see the rest of the guys check her out each time, though
they were quite covert about their inspections.  I managed to
calm down my pussy and nipples though I knew the pad had
collected a fair amount of juice.

	Johanna, wearing my face, dropped by during the
afternoon- and I discovered how bad it had been for her-  after
10 minutes the pad in my panties was soaked.  I headed for the
ladies room and ended up in there at the same time as Sylvia,
which was enough to intimidate me into not "scratching the itch".
I had brought one of my extra pads in my pocket, so I dealt with
it quickly, mentally trying to control the itch in my (damnit)
slit-  That something that could bring such pleasure could drive
me so.

	Less than an hour later I returned and used my hand. 
Thank God the room was empty, I came like a freight train within
seconds of putting my hand down there.  I went for seconds
because my clit told me to and came off again- quickly.  This
calmed down my bottom and I was able to get a third pad in place
(after using paper to dry myself off a bit, almost getting off a
third time) and returned to work.  

	Johanna saw me as I walked past her office and the smirk
on "my" face wasn't really funny in this context.  I stepped in
for a moment and the next thing I knew, Johanna was adjusting my
clothes, and sent me on my way, all without a word.

	Leaving for the day, we climbed into the car together. 
I told Johanna to drive since I could feel the flood coming again. 
My head nodded back to me, took the driver's seat, and got us home
quickly and safely.  I dragged Johanna into the master bathroom,
stripped and got into the shower.  She followed me, with the
biggest erection I had ever seen (Well, I was smaller now) and I
bent over in the warm water.

	There was no doubt that I was designed to enjoy sex,
regardless of my gender.  I started coming like a freight train
and couldn't stop.  Now I knew what happened to Helen and Johanna
when I went at them, I was on the same kind of ride and couldn't
stop and think, I could only enjoy the ride.  There was no doubt
in my mind that this was weakening my masculine memories, so it
was wonderful when Johanna finished her second load and spun me
around and held me.  My head on "his" chest felt good as I came
down from the high.  My back was being stroked and my butt
squeezed, just as I did when I had that equipment, which was
stirring again against my belly.  Johanna sat on the seat we had
in the shower and this time I guided it in and sat down on it,
facing my old face and started to moan again.  Hands on "his"
shoulders, my nipples, hard as a rock, rubbing against "his",
and I was off in that place again where my body did it's best to
extract another load- which wasn't that long in coming.

	Sated (for the moment) we finally seperated and started
washing each other.  Johanna held me before we finally turned off
the water and we dried each other off.

	Oops, I had no change of clothes in here.  Well, the towel
was big enough.  I wore it out and ran for the spare bedroom where
I got dressed in shorts and t-shirt, a new pad in my panties.  I
then proceeded to the kitchen where I gave my wife a hug and quick
kiss.  I saw that Johanna had already preceded me and was talking
with Courtney in the back yard.

	"Hon, I expect Mei to come by to talk to Johanna as if
she was me, ostensibly about work, but I really wanted her to
come here so she can talk to Colin."

	"Colin?  Is there a problem?"

	"She's so afraid of Colin rejecting her.  She thinks she's
deformed, the poor girl.  Such a deformity all women should have."

	Helen raised her eyebrows.  I leaned over and whispered
"She's got the biggest nipples I've ever seen or heard of;  If I
was a woman I would want that kind of deformity."

	Helen's mouth hung open, then shut, with "So that's why she
and Colin haven't gotten anywhere.  She's afraid that he'll see them
and turn away.  I sure hope our son isn't that stupid, sweetheart."

	I nodded my heartfelt agreement.

	"And, Hon, in case you haven't noticed, you _are_ a woman
right now" to which I couldn't disagree.

	We had dinner, me sitting next to Courtney (I had suddenly
become her favorite aunt, so she fought to sit next to me) and, after
cleaning up (both Johanna and I dealt with this, given the
masterpiece that Helen had prepared) Mei arrived before it was 7. 
Colin was in his room as Mei sat in the den with Johanna and I. 
Helen popped in, closed the door, and said "Mei?  I want to see
them.  Quickly..."

	Mei, after some trepidation and looking at me, stood up, and
pulled up her thin dress, showing her huge nipples to us.  Johanna,
despite now inhabiting a male body, didn't pay attention until she
realized that Mei was special, and said "Wow!"  When Mei pulled down
her panties to show her large clitoris, Johanna repeated her surprise
and smiled at the girl.

	Actually, both Helen and I could tell that Johanna's body
enjoyed the show because we looked at each other, and realized the
other must have gotten pretty moist.  Mei's nipples suddenly got
harder as she let her dress back down.  Her huge erect nipples
were now quite obvious through the material.

	At that moment Colin knocked on the door and came in,
startled to find Mei there.  He suddenly turned stupid, going "Uh... 
Uh..." before he noticed her "highbeams".  I saw him pause.  Suddenly
his mouth hung open and he stared at her chest.  He kept trying to
look at her face, and each time his eyes rebelled and returned to her
chest.  I could almost watch his eyes scan her.

	"Colin", I said, "Mei want's you to know something about her. 
She's worried that you won't be interested in her."

	He looked at me, eyes blank.  "She thinks I'm not interested?"
Turning back to Mei, he actually looked into her eyes and added "Mei,
I've always felt clumsy around you.  I've always been afraid to ask
you out, you're so beautiful.  Wow!  Are you willing to go to the
movies with me tonight?"

	Mei melted at that moment;  Fortunately I was closest and
caught her as she fainted.  Colin was beside himself, as he came and
picked her up and carried her to the couch.  He was so gentle as he
brushed the hair from her face and started to kiss her forehead and
cheeks.  There was now no doubt that my son was smart-  and in love.

	I shooed Johanna and Helen and we left the den, closing the
door behind us.

	"You know, Johanna, that your pheromones got her so hot that
she's likely to rape Colin.  I don't think he'll be able to resist
her.  I don't know if it'll wear off that fast, though, so maybe
she'll come to her senses before it goes too far."

	Johanna smiled.  "I stacked the deck once I realized what was
going on.  I was trying to get you guys excited so I left one of my
sweaty shirts in there.  With luck she'll stay in heat for a good
long time."

	Helen stopped, "That's my son in there.  Isn't this like
raping him?"

	"Hon, she's wanted him and has been fearing his rejection. 
He's been fearing her rejecting him.  Otherwise, I think they're
both quite compatible.  I just hope that she's not fertile just now,
though, if she is, we're here for her.  I don't want Colin going
through hell for as long as I had, and I want him happy.  Though I
wasn't expecting for Johanna to help cheat."

	This time that face that should've been on my own head
smirked.  "Well, I got turned on with the nipple show.  Man, I
would've liked a pair like that as a woman!"

	We all nodded, checked on Courtney and I sat with her as
Helen went off with Johanna.  Despite my earlier activity, I was
ready to go again, but figured to let Helen go for it.

	Courtney is a sweet girl who knew she had an aunt wrapped
around her little finger.  We moved off to the spare room (my new
room) and she read her books to me.  I knew it was best to keep
her away from the Den (and the master bedroom).

	Courtney made her goodnights and, after using the bathroom,
went to her bed.  Colin still hadn't left the den, and neither had
Mei.

	Knocking on the door, I stepped in-  to find Colin on the
floor with Mei riding him.  Mei looked up at me with a glazed look
and a glow that was almost blinding.  She moaned and her eyes
cleared, saying "This is so wonderful!  Oh, God!  I don't want to
stop!"

	Colin was breathing fast and shallow and I realized that
he was going to spray her-  again.  I watched as my son went over
the top.  It was strange to see Mei go off at the same time in a
simultaneous orgasm-  and I watched as her belly spasmed, realizing
that her body was doing it's best to move Colin's load into her womb.

	As they calmed down (and I noticed that Mei was taking no
chances, she stayed on him, making sure that he wouldn't easily
slip out) I asked her if she was near ovulation.  She nodded,
happy, and added "But I'm on the pill to regulate my period, so I
shouldn't get pregnant.  I wish he could be all mine..."

	Colin was alive enough to add, "You want me, sweetheart,
I'm all yours.  I'd marry you right now if I could."

	"Oh God, he's getting hard again!  Yes, Oh God, Yes, I'm
yours Colin!"  Mei was suddenly riding him hard, her belly spasming
again.  This worried me since it reminded me a lot of my own orgasms
as a woman.  I spotted the shirt, picked it up and stepped out of
the room and dropped it in the laundry.

	When things quieted down a bit, I stepped back in and told
them "You know, a bed would be more comfortable for you, right?" 
Mei stood up, exposing Colin's penis and said to my son: "Sweetheart,
lead me to your room.  I want to sleep in your arms tonight."

	With that, my son and his new fiance walked to his room and
closed the door.  As they passed me, both quite naked, Mei kissed me
on the cheek and winked.

	I then went to my own bed and had to play with myself
through 4 orgasms before I was relaxed enough to go to sleep. 
Wait...  4?  Wow, multiple orgasm like this are wonderful.


	The next morning didn't come too soon for me;  I (again)
had a visitor in my bed;  Courtney was comfortably cuddled up to
me.  I was worried that she'd get too attached to Johanna, but, as
long as I was her Aunt Johanna, I wasn't ready to be upset about
it.  I took care of my morning preparations;  While masturbating
in the shower Mei entered the bathroom and went straight for the
toilet.  I stopped my hand in mid stroke and she said, "Don't stop
on account of me.  I do that myself."

	Once she finished she popped into the shower with me, gave
me a hug and a mouth kiss (startling me) and thanked me for clearing
things with Colin.  Next thing I knew, she had her hands on me- 
breast and slit- and was in control of my body.  I couldn't stop
the rush towards orgasm and I started going off;  She didn't stop
completely, just slowed down and brought me through two more.  I was
barely able to stand when she stopped, and she said "Now play with
me, please."  I copied her style (what I could of it) and worked her
up to quite a release, then slowed as she had with me, before
bringing her off again.

	We washed each other (which was quick once we had disposed
of distractions) and it was funny how different this was from when
I was male.

	"Thanks Jack, now I'm ready to wake up my future husband",
kissing me on the way out.

	I rinsed off and dried before heading for my room.  Walking
past Colin's, I found the door ajar and Mei riding him hard.  I
stuck my head in long enough to let them know there were other
positions.  Mei said that they'd be trying them tonight as I closed
the door.

	Back in my room I got Courtney going and she got herself
ready to go to day camp.

	The normal morning routine evolved with Mei riding to work
with Johanna and I;  She'd be joining Colin for lunch when they'd
file for their marriage license.  That Saturday was a nice quiet
little wedding and we got to meet Mei's sisters and mother.


	Mei moved in with us as our new daughter-in-law.  She was
staying on the pill;  Helen, Johanna and I had advised her that
there was plenty of time for her to have a child by Colin and
that we wanted them both to have the best.  Over time, Mei
continued to occasionally shower with me;  Colin didn't raise a
fuss, and seemed to encourage it.  I didn't realize how much I
found it pleasant to play with another woman, and it turned out
that her nipples were quite comforting to work on (and did quite
a job on her).  (I later learned that she had occasionally worked
on Helen, too.) 

	Colin steadied down with his work and studies and was far
more pleasant around the house.  His wife was very helpful in the
household.

	I got more comfortable with getting my brains fucked out
by Johanna.  I also jumped her enough times, riding her "equipment"
until I was fully sated.

	So we were quite comfortable and almost forgot about the
next transition.  We remembered a couple of days before and started
sleeping together so that we'd be able to cope with the next shift. 
Even though I had gotten used to (and, in fact, enjoying) being
female, I was hoping to get my dick back.  If this pattern went on,
though, I expected that I could never have my dick full time (well,
at least attached to me directly).  My wishful thinking kept me from
noticing that Helen was gaining some weight during the week before
the next transition.  

	So we woke up on the fateful day and I was the one with no
discomfort, but both Helen and Johanna were quite shaky.  I got
Helen into the shower and her body started shifting around...
...becoming me (well, my masculine form).  Helen got a woody right
away and used it on me.  Twice.  By this time I had no problem
responding;  I enjoyed the ride-  and then some.  (Actually, I'd
already come to the conclusion that I couldn't help BUT enjoy it.)

	As soon as Helen was over this, we worked on drying her
and she fetched Johanna, who had already lost the dick.  She came
into the shower and emerged as Helen.  We dried off and returned
to the bedroom.  Helen saw the new Johanna, and said "That's me?"
and the dick sprung up fast.  It was quite impressive, and Johanna
immediately took advantage of it and jumped on it, riding it until
they had fucked each other's brains out.

	We worked it as an almost normal morning, letting both
Mei and Colin know about the latest shift.  Then Johanna and I
went to work and arranged for her new ID picture, letting the
security desk know that things seem to shift every 90 days.

	After a call to the coordinator (Dr Coleman again) we
brought him up to date.  He thanked us and let me know that he
expected to have some data on the patterns within a few days.

	So work continued.  Johanna, wearing Helen's face and
body, had no problems fitting in.  We both alternated days to
go home to Helen for lunch so that she could get out her load
of testosterone.  Johanna and I worked out a schedule for these
missions and found that the two days that Mei was around the
house at the right time, she would share the shower with
whichever of us came home and work extra frustrations off. 
Helen would get pretty horny during the day and the pheromones
would persist throughout the house.  While this kept me and
Johanna pretty fucking hot, it meant that Mei would fuck
Colin's brains out on a daily basis.  Strangely, this didn't
impact their work-  or, once they returned to college, their
grades.

	"Johanna", I started, one day, on the way to work,
"With the effects of all of this on Colin and Mei, would it be
reasonable to rent your house out to them?  I'm concerned that
Mei will jump onto Helen and that'd mess things up for Colin. 
He's got enough problems with his identity as it is.  I don't
think it'd help Mei, either." 

	She thought this over, and started nodding.  "It'll
simplify so many things."

	This was worked out that night and we all went over
to Johanna's house.  She went through her dressers and closets
bagging up clothes for me to wear and she had me explain that
"I" was renting out the house.  There were some items she was
careful to bag up before we left to go back to our home. 
Colin came back with Mei, packed up the movable stuff from his
room, and they left.  I was going to miss him-  and his wife.

	Things settled down again.  Johanna and I alternated in
sleeping with Helen, and shower times were always fun.  Johanna
often showed me extra tricks in the shower.  We even sixty-nined;
While I had few problems going down on my wife's box, this seemed
new.  Me being on the top ended up with me being fucked by Helen.
(I still could not cope with the idea of oral sex on a male
appendage, so enough of my prejudices remained.)

	And that was one of the oddities of this syndrome.  We
learned that the first female to have intercourse with a male
after the shift would get the swap, so this meant I'd get my
balls back the next shift.  Otherwise, once the first fuck after
a shift completed, the male phase could spread the syndrome
without fear of a lost of masculinity-  but you can bet we took
care to ensure that that first fuck wouldn't happen where we
couldn't keep it in the family.

	Many of the men who had used the same hooker to resolve
their crises had lost their masculinity-  forever.  There were
some special cases in the first-switch scenario.

	This was continuing to spread.  There were places where
the flipping of the gender wasn't so terrible a price for the
youth conferred.  As surmised, many religious leaders in the
middle eastern countries had arranged to acquire this to keep
themselves young and in control.  Unfortunately, they hadn't
adjusted the role of women in their societies, so the woman who
got the masculine identity arranged to imprison the female form
of their leader (and, in the more repressed countries, they were
killed).  Within 30 days of the first shift, vast changes had
been made to laws that had restricted women's rights.

	So things got complicated.

	I got my balls back and got to fuck both of my "wives"
again.  They fucked back pretty hard, too.  It was disconcerting
to realize that Johanna's shape was wrapped around my wife and
Helen's shape around Johanna.  We tried to figure out how to map
this and realized that we'd need time to reverse the process. 
Helen would become me again so I could have Johanna's shape, then
my balls would go onto Johanna, and finally we'd be back where we
started.  Before that point, though, we added another woman: 
Mei's mother Juenko.

	Juenko had realized that we had something she wanted and
she had some extras that we liked.  Next thing I knew, both
Johanna and Helen were helping her climb onto my lap (in front of
Colin and Mei, who I saw quickly get into the same position) and
rode me hard, coming all the way.  With three females and one male
in the loop, things started to stabilize over the next year and a
half and it became easier to schedule who got to be who.

	Once we had sorted out the body assignments, it was easier
to exchange bodies through me (as the male) rather than rotating
through the whole group;  While I ended up going through the changes
back-and-forth every 90 day cycle, this reduced the frequency of
change for each of my mates.  This made it so that I was male every
other cycle so that we'd be comfortable with the face we saw in the
mirror (except for me, but, hey, I could get to look like three
different women).  (The company's security office was reasonably
quick to adapt as well and showed exceptional tolerance.)

	Helen decided to stay female for a longer term-  and got
her period after 15 months (5 cycles) as a woman.  She got
pregnant through Juenko (which means that I was wearing Juenko's
body at the time).  This wasn't yet widely known at the time as
the new formula for pregnancies.  I was pretty busy enjoying
having huge nipples at the time.  They were, if possible, much
more sensitive than I had felt before and they seemed to be wired
to the big clitoris (which has been used as a dick on occasion,
though it's hard to fuck when you're in an almost constant orgasm).

	Pregnancy stops the swapping for that person, though there
was no noticeable decrease in sex drive or intensity of climax;
Helen had no problems but she watched Juenko and I swap back and I
switched with Johanna for the next cycle-  which meant that I
wasn't going to be male for the delivery, so it was Johanna that
joined her for the Lamaze classes (and both Juenko and I showed up
anyway, even though we couldn't be in the delivery room).

	Whatever this agent was, it made pregnancy and delivery
much easier on Helen-  she didn't get as big and, when the time
came, she could've squatted behind a bush to deliver.  The labor
was easy and quick and not incredibly uncomfortable for Helen; 
She indicated that this wasn't anywhere near as bad as either
Colin's or Courtney's births (and she hadn't been the little slip
of a girl she was now for their births, either, so she should've
been at a greater disadvantage now).

	The healthy baby girl seemed to mostly a cross of Helen
and Juenko;  We named her Jasmine.  As a parent, your own
children always seem perfect to you, but it looked like Jasmine
was doing exceptionally well.  Her Apgar scores indicated that
labor and delivery wasn't as traumatic as expected.

	Labor and delivery was so much easier that Helen mentioned
that it was almost fun-  though the baby was quite a reward.

	An interesting post-partum effect occurred:  both Juenko
and I started lactating as soon as the baby came home, along with
Helen, who had started lactating before the baby was born.

	Nursing was an new adventure for me (but not Juenko), and
a pleasant one.  When Johanna and I swapped again she started to
lactate and took her part in the titty brigade.  The baby was
growing quite quickly and was unusually healthy-  but, then, she
was probably already equipped with plenty of nano-bots.  I thought
it made sense for all of the women around a baby to be able to
provide the infant the higher volume of food she seemed to need. 
When she was weaned she was never picky about eating-  something
I really hoped would last.

	While nursing reduced the sensitivity of the nipples, it
didn't reduce it enough to keep Jasmine's wet nurses from
periodically writhing in orgasmic ecstacy as they fed her.  It was
almost enough for us to put off her weaning until enough teething
and biting pretty much ended the previously unmitigated pleasure
of nursing.

	Courtney had adapted surprisingly well to this rotation
and loved to hold the baby, bringing us all closer.  I was
surprised how well she could cope.  She was able to keep track
of who was who with very little apparent effort.

	By this time, Mei and Colin were making noises about
getting into the body-swapping arrangement like us, so, with
Colin's blessing, Mei and Helen had a pleasant time (when Helen
was next "me").  When she got younger most of the changes were
internal.  Colin got a little younger a day later.  Mei could
now dispense with birth control pills.

	By this time, Dorothy had learned the formula to have
children and arranged for two additional women to join her
family and they were managing the gender swap much as we were. 
It was interesting how critical it was to keep the "male phase"
within this extended family lest if be lost forever.

	More of my co-workers found this fascinating and some
were seeking ways in which they could acquire their own youth. 
After watching what I went through, many found the price not
too onerous.  Leona and her husband managed to get the syndrome
and were comfortable as just the two of them.  Her twin
daughters were able to adapt well enough.

* * *

	It took a while, but this syndrome was spreading like
wildfire within the US, showing up in places where it wasn't
expected- but things soon stabilized.  It certainly taught
humility and sensitivity better than any other means.

	Outside of the United States and Europe the impact of
this "agent" was nightmarish and frightening.  Some nations
had little problem adapting, others had more of a problem and
a surprisingly large number couldn't adapt and rebuilt
themselves.

	Most of "Western Culture" was able to cope almost
immediately since women were not completely looked down on
(and it didn't take long for glass ceilings to be shattered). 
Almost all of the asian countries found this disruptive, but,
after sometimes painful experiences, had just enough
adaptability to adapt without widespread destruction.

	India's mainstream culture retained stability since
femininity was not an automatic disqualifier for authority; 
Some of the subcultures didn't survive as-is, though.

	Africa varied.  Some nations/tribes died out from the
repercussions of repression, others didn't.  Those that
survived had at least a modicum of sanity going in, though.

	In the middle east, the initial results were mixed. 
Israel's government, being dominated by various conservative
(fundamentalist) religious factions, got hammered.  A lot of
the hard-liners practiced their own repressive tendencies and
lost out once the shoe was on the other foot.  The less
conservative factions ended up with enough leverage to
actually find a lasting peace- though the Palestinians had
their own painful upheaval, making a peace treaty possible. 
It's strange how women can understand the concept of settling
for "half a loaf".  (Granted that the death rate from the
"green crisis" seemed to kill off those with the most rigid
attitudes.)

	Other middle-eastern countries, as countries, could
not cope at all.  Women had been property for far too long,
so, as soon as a man made the shift, he was (for the most
part) history.  It's been rumored that the more repressive
the regime (or the husband) was, the longer the leaders
suffered before being allowed to die.  The regimes that
arose tended to seem far saner than what passed before, but
the intervening time of chaos was a nightmare to those
watching from outside.

	South America-  well, their "macho" problem went away
right quick when many of the men woke up as their mistresses
or hookers.  Wives knew right away and resolved it...  
...right away.  It's funny how one's viewpoint shifts when
one can be your own victim.

* * *

	Some called us "Tiggers" (from TG, TransGender), and
the name kind of stuck, since older folks were a lot more
"bouncy" than we used to be.  When I've worn Juenko or
Johanna's shape I've been propositioned by teen-agers-  who
got a lot more intimidated when I told them what I was, and
backed away.

	I've gotten comfortable with the shifts.  Even
though I make the jump far more often than any of my mates,
it's not so unpleasant carrying this burden for them.  It's
difficult to reconcile my happy state nowadays to how I felt
before.

	Mei arranged to add women to her relationship with
Colin and now they have formed what is now referred to as a
"quad";  Three females to one male.  Mei and Colin are
working on making a grandchild for us.

	With some of the harder lessons, prostitution was as
good as dead-  no man wanted to lose his dick forever, and
there were many who did.  This changes sex ratios quite a
bit, both here (in the US) and abroad;  Across the US, it
runs about 5 to 1, so quads still leave some women "outside"
but marriage laws and customs had to become more flexible to
match the new world.  Female to male birth ratios seemed to
reflect that this ratio would likely continue, and it was
quite disconcerting to learn that, if I wanted another son,
I would have to bear him.

	Also, whoever is male knows not to stray with the
first coupling after a shift;  Maleness has been known to
disappear that way, if passed to the wrong person.  So
faithfulness within the marriage is critical.  This kind
of mistake is not tolerated well anywhere since it breaks
up the ability to have children.

	Abortion is history.  I'd almost swear that this
had been a roundabout way of getting rid of it, but the
"religious right" was quickly becoming history since they
remained strictly monogamous.

	For us tiggers fertility is more manageable and
something that requires planning just to get to a point
where ovulation was possible, much less fertilization. 
Unless a female phase is maintained long enough (five 90
day phases, a minimum of 15 months) menstruation won't
happen.  Only a polygynous family can conceive and have
children.  Only former men, however, can have boys, so the
gender balance went further into female dominance before
this was recognized.  Now we make plans.

	I have heard about some rednecks that had their
wives get them pregnant by adding girlfriends.  I worry
that all three of my "women" think that'd be fun to put me
through.  They are kind, though, and I think Juenko is
asking to have a baby next.  Hopefully I won't be her at
the time.


* * *


	5 years on...

	I'm a grandfather;  Mei's daughter Lee was an easy
birth and and adorable child.  Mei's co-wives (Terri and
Ruth) have been very helpful and supportive.  Colin has
excelled in his line of work.  We've not had any extra children
ourselves though we're looking forward to it-  someday.  There's
no longer a rush to reproduce.  We still fuck like bunnies,
though.

	The TG Nanos, as they've come to be called, have made
the world a quieter, saner place to live.  We tiggers seem to
be well on the way to being the majority.

	Empathy is a far more common trait in people these days;
A woman is more capable of thinking ahead, so, for me, I'm a lot
smarter at some things 3 months out of six, which hasn't hurt me.

	A lot of business is not as insane, either.  With the
longer term outlook people can have, the pension funds aren't
quite as aggressive to hurt everybody else while making a buck,
so the various stock markets have become quieter.  Those people
who haven't gotten nanobots tend to be looked down upon by
those who have-  simply because there is a strength of character
required in living through this and becoming comfortable with it. 
Morality is more in endurance and consideration than an
"unyielding" attitude.  With more people in the workforce (many
pensions and social security just dumped out those collecting
who got younger) there was a big shuffle around, but things
stabilized-  which was not exactly a simple process.  Nowadays
it is seldom seen where more than one person in a quad is
employed.  This has been actually pretty equitable since things
are handled with more consideration and balancing.

	Courtney is a teen-ager now;  It seems that she's still
too young to smell the call of the pheromones, but we worry. 
There has been enough discoveries telling us the nanos will
ignore children until they pass the "stabilization age" and
that they are carried by most children in an almost latent
state (though looking at the improved performance of children
in school is an unexpected dose of good news).  The problem a
parent now has comes from realizing that, once their children's
nanos go active, that child must become sexually active to
survive (there were some children who died because their
parents were far too strict and inflexible) and that we have
to prearrange a relationship for them since the 90-day
time-window is too short to bet on.   Courtney has related
how there were some new "twins" in her junior high school- 
and we explained how that can happen.  The look on her face
when she realized what we meant was priceless.

	The good news for me is that I don't have to worry
about my little girl becoming pregnant once she becomes active. 
We've been open enough with her so that she realizes she needs
to talk to us when it does happen.  And the boy she's dating
is already dating two other girls simultaneously so she's
already forming a quad-  and she seems happy.  We coordinate
with their parents to make sure we're all ready for them to
"grow up"-  and commiserate together that we've got to stay as
clear as possible when that happens.  (Helen's parents are
still alive-  and they can be a real pain in the butt since
they now have energy to try to interfere with their children
and grandchildren.)

	Jasmine is growing like a weed and seems incredibly
bright; I've been hearing from the news that all children
born of tiggers excel with wonderful attention spans and an
ability to learn that is often frightening.  We also
discovered that children pass the nanos around easily, without
sexual (or even close intimate) contact, though such
transmission to an adult has so far been shown unlikely at
best.  Of course, by now, there aren't as many adults left
to be infected this way.

	So the world my children will live in is likely to
still have me and my mates in it;  I wonder, will they be
as happy as I?


			The End?

Notes:

   1)	A female, once already bonded, can engage in
	contact with males that are already scheduled
	for a switch with impunity.  If a male is not
	already bonded within a relationship, he'll
	schedule for a switch but the bonded female
	will discard his shape/genome.
   2)	A male, once the first post-switch exchange
	has completed, can spread the TG Nanos without
	forcing a female into a switch.  An
	"initialized" female will be unbonded and will
	spread the TG Nano to subsequent males but will
	only switch with the first one, becoming bonded.
   3)	The gametes produced have the original genome
	rather than that of the other, so, if a female
	is in a male phase, there are no "Y" chromosomes
	in the sperm, so only girls can be produced. 
	Strangely, eggs produced by a male in a female
	phase normally only provide "Y" chromosomes, so
	such can only form a son.  Sadly, a male in the
	male phase unfortunately does not provide any
	"Y" chromosomes.
   4)	Homosexual contact, both male and female,  will
	spread the TG Nanos but the crisis requires
	heterosexual contact for survival, which tends
	to arrange a "switch".
   5)	"Tigger" was supposed to be insulting but was
	too descriptive to be offensive to those within
	the syndrome.
   6)	As a price for "immortality" the gender switching
	was eventually considered tolerable.
   7)	Someone out there really didn't like men very
	much.
   8)	Sorry, but long, slow lovemaking seems to have
	been lost to tiggers;  It can be done, but not
	when it includes a male phase.  Part of the
	whole tigger thing is that sexual activity takes
	more of a person's time since the drive is much
	stronger, though the bodies are built to maximize
	pleasure to the participants.


There are probably some horrific stories that can be
told within this framework-  but I'm not that cruel.




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