The Alien Within or Holy Crap, There's An Alien In My Bed!

by Lorraine B.
© 2002 All Rights Reserved

 

Chapter One:

 

I moved in my semi-sleep state, I thought I had heard a baby cry. Perhaps what I heard was a dream. Wait a moment I never had children, if I had they would be adults now, gone from the safety and security of the nest. I was alone in this immense house having had no wife in many years. I couldn't remember if I had brought anyone home from that bar I went to last night. There was always the possibility I did. Lord, I drank too much! My head throbbed! My muscles hurt! Are the ravages of old age setting in?

I just hope I didn't bring anyone home, if I did I do hope it was a she and not a he. Oh yes, I have done that before but I don't know what or who I did in my inebriated state. All I know is that the male person called incessantly for a month. All I can think of is that it must have been good! Okay, I think I enjoyed it also. Damn, I wish I could remember that episode.

I only hoped that this time it was a female that I had brought home. I really do have to stop this drinking. The doctor warned me at my last physical, that my liver couldn't handle my binges as it once could. My shrink says that I have repressed memories causing my drinking. The hell with them both!

Partially awake, I rolled over onto my side stretching across the bed noticing immediately it was empty. I also noticed unfamiliar feelings, no sensations in my body. Yes, I came home by myself, no Bar Hogs this time. Deep stirrings in my mind brought forth what I seemed to remember that there had been a woman that I vaguely remember. We had made conversation while we drank in that establishment, what we spoke of I don't remember. What she looked like I don't recall, although I think I remember that we went to her place. Was I still there? No not at all, or at least she wasn't in bed with me. I thought of all the lies I had fed to those people that I had gone to bed with just to get my sexual gratification. I had to stop this whoring around! I was a male whore to say the least!

I went back to sleep only to be awakened again by that sound or sounds that I heard earlier. My sleep was interrupted as the sound increased its volume as I tried to and refused to acknowledge it. I kept telling myself in thought to block the sounds out. Perhaps it was a bad dream I was having or the noises from my neighbor's children. I remembered my next-door neighbor's baby as I put a pillow over my head. Was that what I heard?

The volume of the child's crying increased forcing me to roll onto my side. I felt an added weight that had never been there before. I felt a warm wetness on my chest that I had never felt before either. I felt the warmness grow as the baby cried louder and louder to a brashness I had never heard. The warmness became an itch that needed to be touched or rubbed. I reached under the blankets moving my hand to the direction of the warmth. At first I thought I felt a pillow then wetness, my eyes sprang open. My mind said Woman's Breasts; it remembered the entire episodes of all the women's breasts my hands have ever felt. I threw the blankets and sheet from my body, looking at my chest in partial shock. What in the hell………? Oh Shit, the doctor was right! I was in panic mode, remembering that the doctor told me I would grow breasts if I didn't stop drinking. What in the hell was my hand wet from? I touched my breasts; again they seemed to be large, hard and leaking fluid. Fluid, breast milk, lactation? I sat up perplexed, very scared and now totally awake. I wasn't dreaming as I felt the excrescencies on my chest again.

I was going check myself to see if my other equipment was there, I heard the baby cry again. This time the cries were much louder and coming from within this house. Was I hearing things? No, not at all the cries came from inside this house. I was in complete sensory shock. I had to feel my breasts once again, oh yes they were still leaking and the baby cries getting louder in pitch and volume. My swollen nipples leaked all the more. I rubbed my face and eyes to wake up further. I noticed I had no beard as I usually had in the morning after touching my face. Maybe I shaved last night without cutting my throat with the razor. My skin was soft to the touch. What the hell was happening? I immediately placed a hand to the Family Jewels. Oh yes! They were intact; all was fine down there. The baby screamed louder as I felt my breasts. They were heavy, hard and ached. I needed to get up. I needed to think. What the hell happened? What was I to do?

I bolted from the bed very awkwardly in the shadowy darkness. The only illumination in the room was from a nightlight plugged into a wall electrical outlet. I was totally off balance my center of gravity had changed. I needed to steady myself, leaning on a dresser near the bed. That was when I caught a reflection in the dresser mirror of a young woman. That young woman had a picturesque face of unknown origin, (possibly Celtic, Slavic or Scandinavian), very green eyes, alabaster skin (Just beginning to tan), High Cheek bones, perky nose, a great deal of thick, Auburn below shoulder to the waist hair. Her body was young, curvaceous with very lovely perky breasts that appeared full and firm. As she stared back I saw she was also nude to her baby baring hips. I also knew she was totally naked. She too held the dresser as I did. I was beyond befuddlement. Everything was out of the norm.

Although I saw this woman there was no way I could be her after all I was taller, heavier, a great deal older and of course male since birth. The correlation between us being one and the same was impossible to say the least. Or was there a correlation? I didn't want to think of this improbability, or perhaps fact. I turned away from the mirror the young woman was not there in the room only I. It was then that I noticed the furniture around me seemed to be placed differently. All the furniture was larger. Wait a minute this isn't even my furniture or bedroom. What the hell did I drink last night? I know I didn't smoke, ingest or snort anything. Where in the hell am I? My fear was rising; everything was out of synch. Please, oh please, what is going on? What's happening? My mind spun in confusion.

I gazed down at my nude body in the dim light; I never slept in the nude. Everything was in a different place more specifically my chest, hips, waist and butt. My waist was small. My hips were large as well as my butt. My chest was not the manly chest of old, being replaced with a set of womanly breasts that any woman would have been proud to have on her body. I was not proud of these protrusion I was a man after all. Dropping to the floor I began to cry and so did the baby.

I got up gently with feminine grace, off the floor with tears steaming down my face. It had been years since I had cried so profusely. My mind was screaming in torment. I still heard the baby; it had to be somewhere close. Perhaps as I said it was a neighbor's child but after looking at my protruding chest somehow I doubted it was. I found a pair of pink silk lounging Pajamas lying across the bed and a pair of pink low-heeled mules by the bed. Oh shit not that! Staring about the room there was nothing there to put on. I had no choice but to put those on, as I was not about to walk around naked. After getting dressed, I followed the sound of the crying after opening the door to my bedroom almost falling in the low-heeled shoes. How in the hell do women walk in these things? The baby's crying was louder! My crying was harder! I also noticed further as I walked out of the bedroom, that this was definitely not my house at all.

I padded softly down the dimly lit hallway wiping my tears. The hallway had several doors but only one that was open partially with soft rays of yellow light coming from the room. Walking up to that door I heard the baby crying. I pushed the door open walking into what appeared to be a nursery. The room was done in white, pink and blue, which confused me all the more. A white crib was located against the far wall against another wall was a changing table and dresser. Near the other wall were a white rocking chair, side table and playpen. Fairy Tale images hung from all the walls; Stuffed animals and dolls abounded everywhere throughout the room. The plush rug was a very dark shade of pink. Entering the room further I thought that the nursery was tastefully decorated. It had a woman's touch! How in the hell did I get here? Why was I here in this house? Where was the mother? Why was the baby crying as if deserted? I just couldn't leave although the crying was driving me to a demented state not able to think until I came to the crib.

Gazing down into the crib I saw the baby. It was adorable, perfect in so many ways but crying, no screaming its lungs out. Something came over me at the moment I saw the child, perhaps a maternal instinct. Maternal Instinct? I reached into the crib taking the child into my arms placing the tiny bundle into my shoulder holding its tiny neck for support. Almost immediately the child seemed to settle down as I held it as a mother holding any child. The thoughts I had were many. Maybe the woman was in one of those other rooms that I saw. Maybe she and I drank too much and she passed out. Why had she neglected the cries of her baby? Who in the hell was I now? I had so many questions and not one answer.

"Please Honey Don't cry Mommy is here" Holy Shit, Did I just say that mommy was here! My voice scared me even more being so high in pitch, sexuality spewed from it. The baby began wiggling its little body trying to dig itself into my shoulder. Why, I didn't know but I sensed it was hungry.

The baby and I went down the hallway. As we went past each room I opened the doors to peer into them. All four massive bedrooms were empty, each again attractively styled and furnished in a feminine hand. Not a bed was mussed; a doily out of place, not even a dust bunny was visible anywhere.

We went down the stairs after finding no one anywhere upstairs. Carefully we made our way to the kitchen. I noticed that in all the rooms we went through the color tones and paneling were dark and muted but not to the point of being morbid, they were more of a masculine flair. Was there a man that lived here? A husband? Oh Shit!

As we continued I felt the odd sway of my hips, breasts jiggling and my hair rubbing across my back down to my butt cheeks, the silk rubbing on my skin and shoes on my feet. I thought I had to be hallucinating or a very bad dream. Reality struck as the baby began to whimper. It wasn't a dream! The baby in my arms was real. I knew it needed to be fed. I had to get to the kitchen and feed it soon.

Before getting to the kitchen I started to shiver, from the sensory overload. As we passed the next room, I would assume it to be a family room. I saw a quilted comforter on the couch. I went to it and draped it over my shoulders, wrapping it around my body while holding the baby. We once again proceeded on our journey to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a very modern one, almost commercial in appliances and design. I opened the stainless steel door of the refrigerator looking for, but not finding any formula. I did find a diet Pepsi taking it with us. Looking through the cabinets I saw no formula or food for the baby. The baby was stirring once again in my arms. I knew it would start crying again. We went back upstairs to the nursery.

Just as we entered the doorway the baby stirred, crying very loudly. I placed the diet Pepsi on the table near the rocking chair. After sitting down and crossing my legs, I noticed that my nipples began to tingle. I remembered ages ago when my ex-wife breast-fed our children that she said she experienced the same sensations. I tried to do what she had done emulating her actions. Okay, so I didn't know what I was doing. I had that fear again but I also had a very large need to feed this baby now crying, no screaming, all so very loudly. I hoped that no one would hear it screaming. I thought once again stirring old memories of those past days. I opened my top finally raising the baby to my aching, engorged breasts it found my nipple and sucked greedily as it attached itself. I felt a warmth flowing through my body and a stirring in my loins.

While the baby suckled I thought of the songs my mother used to sing to me. They were songs of joy, love, and of course family. I remembered those past wonderful memories. I thought of my three sisters and brother that I had not been in contact with in years. I truly missed them all. They were family. Coming out of my reverie I glanced down at the baby. My little angel had its eyes closed as it fed at my breast. Oh Lord what did I say 'My' for? I'm not the mother! I'm a man or at least I was.

The baby continued to suckle taking me back to those songs of my childhood. I began to sing one softly. I was pleased with the sounds that came from my mouth. I had a very pleasant singing voice that seemed to relax the baby and myself; I had to smile as I sang. The baby was content, as was I. I was experiencing something that no normal man could or would do. I was experiencing the joys of motherhood. I was still confused on how I came here. It was still unclear how I was changed to my present form. What was the explanation? The questions repeated themselves in my head, why did it happen. While the baby suckled I tended to relax more continuing to sing to the baby. I switched the baby over to the other breast, immediately it took the nipple. It seemed to me that I was getting better at this nursing thing.

 

 

Chapter Two:

 

The baby and I must have fallen asleep. I remembered the dreams beyond description, beyond imagination. The one dream that I had was I was being made love to by a person or persons that was unknown to me. The dream shook me to my very essence, though I think I was enjoying the love fest. I awoke startled by the dream. I was so startled and annoyed that I checked to see if I still had my penis. Oh Lord it was gone! My penis was gone! In its place was a vagina that was very moist. I began to panic! Why? Why was this happening to me? I once again placed my free hand between my legs to check myself, almost dropping the baby in my panic. Now I really needed to think, perhaps getting out of this house. What about the baby? I couldn't leave it alone. Damn these maternal instincts!

I drew the comforter closer to the baby and me as I felt a chill. The baby was still nursing and partially asleep. Ever so gently I took the baby from my breast, taking it into my arms to the crib. I placed it into its crib. It didn't stir when it was put down. I covered it, giving it a kiss on the forehead. It was a kiss any mother would give a baby. As I did this I had forgotten all the changes to my body, as the baby was the most important item of thought. Where was the mother? What if she saw me breast-feeding her child? How would she react? I'm Dead! Truly screwed! I gazed once again at its cherubic face. I was thinking that maybe someone would come to claim it. Damn I hoped not! What did I just think? There was absolutely no sense to my feelings, new body and parts. At the very least I could have received an owner's manual!

Since the baby went back to sleep, buttoning my top going back to the Master Bedroom padding down the hallway. I knew that I would have to face whatever had happened to me and soon. As I entered the bedroom I turned on the lights. I first noticed a strange woman in the mirror at the dresser I hung onto before. I almost spoke to her before realizing the reflection was my new one. She appeared to be ever so young while I was previously over the age of fifty. She was average height being about 5'7" while I again used to be 6'2". This woman was pretty with her lightly tanned skin, auburn hair down her back, large firm breasts, waspish waist, full hips and a pretty rounded butt. Her vagina was framed with auburn pubic hair that was trimmed expertly. I looked closely at my new face, gone were the crags and valleys that had etched themselves over time. Now my face was smooth with high cheekbones and very green eyes. The ravages of age were gone but so was my old body. Why did this happen? Where was the logic to this situation? What was I going to do? Perhaps I need to telephone Irene, my youngest sister. Yes she was wise in her ways and would keep quiet about my situation. I hope!

I turned away from the mirror, feeling drained of all the energy I had and cried. I pondered whether to go back to bed again to rejuvenate myself; perhaps this nightmare would end.

I looked at the drawn blinds noticing the light beginning to seep through them. I saw an alarm clock on a bedstead table that I didn't notice before that it showed 6:30am. I wanted to peek out those windows but was afraid to do so. I heard the ocean and the breaking surf that was close by. I was afraid that the world had changed like I had. Looking around I knew that I was safe here in this house and things had some semblance of normalcy.

I felt dirty and sweaty. I reached behind my back of my neck pulling my hair, for me to look at it. My hair fell heavily to my chest covering my breasts. My hair was dirty and knotted. It was totally unacceptable by my standards or by any woman's standards. I thought about cutting some of it off. I left the comforter on the bed.

I went to the Master bathroom to look for scissors to trim my mop of hair. I thought to myself how could anyone live with this mess?

All I knew is that I couldn't. I searched everywhere in that room cabinets, drawers, and closets. There was not a pair of scissors to be found not even cuticle scissors or nail clippers. I thought about the nail clippers, as my fingernails were long, painted a deep red and well taken care of but far too long.

I found the necessities of grooming supplies, loads of cosmetics and feminine sanitary supplies. This was truly a woman's bathroom. It had different shades of the color pink throughout; even the towels were pink. The only thing I found close to scissors or a razor was a Lady Remington electric shaver and an Epilady Epilator (Ouch!) Why wasn't there anything here that was sharp or had a blade? I'd have to check that kitchen again!

I debated whether to lounge in the sunken Jacuzzi or to take a shower after seeing them both. The shower won! I found all that I needed in the shower stall except for a privacy curtain. I noticed that this unit could also be used as a Sauna so it had a door instead to seal the stall like a separate room with a bench that protruded from the wall.

I walked into the stall after disrobing, leaving the door to it open so I could hear any noises. My first priority was to get my hair in shape. Thankfully I had watched all the women in my life as they took care of their needs and bodies. I knew what had to be done to this mop of hair I had. After cleansing my new body and hair I sat on the toilet. I crossed my legs high, as I have seen so many women in my former life do and hanging my head down combing out the tangles from my now long gorgeous hair. I was so very proud of it before, now I was even prouder after I blow-dried it.

 

 

Chapter Three:

 

I had noticed that the sensations of this body were more enhanced then the sensations I had when I was a male. My hearing was more acute. My sensory perceptions were double of what they were. While in the shower I had noticed that my breast and vaginal areas were very sensitive to my touch. Now I knew why all the women I had known loved foreplay so much in preparation of being made love to. The feelings of arousal, stimulation tended to increase in intensity in readiness for orgasm.

To some degree I thought how provocative it was sitting on the toilet seat while taking care of my hair. My hips were wide, seemingly to straddle the furry cover I sat upon. When I bent over my breasts hung and swayed. I thought that if I were a man watching this erotic scene the man and I would be making grand love. I am not the man anymore; I am the woman. Who the hell was I posing for? I had to stop this erotic thinking!

Having lost that erotic train of thought I needed to focus on what had happened last night. What really did happen? Why did this happen to me? Who was I now? When did this happen? So many questions and no answers! I had to remember!

I found a terry cloth robe in the bathroom closet and put it on. Going out to the bedroom I picked up the telephone receiver dialing my sister's Irene's number. She answered; thank goodness it wasn't my brother-in-law Al, who answered.

"Hi Irene, it's Andy"

"What is this some type of joke? Did my brother put you up to calling me? He hasn't spoken to me in months! Put that no good son of a bitch on the phone!"

"Irene, it is me, Andy. Please listen, I'll prove it."

"This better be good!"

"When we were kids you and I went to the candy store around the corner from where we lived over on Jackson Street. You stole a candy bar from the store. The owners told mom and dad but they didn't know which of us took it. I told mom and dad I did it to protect you from the beating. We promised we would never tell anyone what really happened not even the others. I know you remember how close all of us were. Do you remember?"

"Oh Lord, it is you! I had almost forgotten that little episode. Why do you sound so funny? Like a little Girl? Are you in some type of trouble? Can I help? Where are you?"

I told her I was somewhere near the oceanfront. I really needed to see her quickly but not going into great detail. As I was speaking to her I was also looking through the various drawers of the bedsteads and the dressers trying to find an address. I was in luck! I found a checkbook with the address and my new last name. Giving the information to her she would be here in ten minutes. Irene told me to just relax and to make sure I would open the door for her.

I vaguely remembered the leading events after speaking to Irene. I had been restless after getting off from work. I decided not to go home but to go to dinner out and a nightclub after. I didn't know if I wanted to get drunk or to get laid. I went to a place in L.A. that I knew of. It was one of those kinky types of places, all Leather and Lace. It had a diverse clientele that ranged from Straights to BD/SM to Drag Queens and everything in between. I just loved to see the costumes that these people wore. This was a vacation for me of sorts being in the financial world as an investment banker, the suit and tie crowd.

While in the nightclub I had noticed a very gorgeous looking woman. After several drinks and some great conversation, I knew this woman was a genetic woman and not a queen. I had found out from her that she was a commercial artist doing stained glass leaded windows. We had hit it off tremendously.

I do remember I followed her to her car. For some reason she managed the make me fearful. Perhaps it was her height being around 5'11" in short heels. Perhaps it was her short boyish haircut. All I know is I was thinking of trying to get out of this situation gracefully. She turned to me before getting into her car; it was then that I became really fearful.

"Did you want to tell me something?" I asked.

She turned toward me and kissed me. It was then that I knew I was with a real woman and all would be well.

She handed her keys to me saying, "You Drive Sweetie."

We were heading toward her place after she gave me the address. As a matter of fact it was this address, now that I think about it.

After we pulled out of the parking lot she began to be all over me. Leaning into my direction she began to massage my crotch. I still remember the slowness of her fingernails tracing my erection. As she drew down my zipper I think I lost consciousness. I don't remember anything after that until this morning. Did I pass out?

I was the one that was driving. It was impossible that I had passed out, as I was the one driving the car. Why didn't we have a wreck? I didn't think I drank that much. Was the complete episode real? How could I wake up in someone else life? I had my own to live!

I suddenly remembered my job. I was about to call as the doorbell rang with intense fervor. It had to be my sister Irene!

 

 

Chapter Four-A:

 

I ran down the stairs with my robe flapping in the breezes I made. I arrived at the door seeing two shadows of females at the stain glass window. Oh shit she brought someone with her, I thought. I swung the door open, standing there was my sister Irene and Karla another sister of mine.

I only wished I had a camera to photograph the expressions on their faces. I was once, one of the middle children of the family now I'm the baby! Oh shit mom would have a fit if she found out. I let them in, hit a button that said Security Gate and took them up to the Master Bedroom. Not a word was spoken until we reached it.

"Hi Karla, Hi Irene" I said as I smiled my best.

"Oh Lord, it is true! I thought Irene was smoking the neighbor's shrubbery again." Karla said.

"Damn you are cute! Now why couldn't something like this happen to me? Are you Okay?" Irene asked.

"Oh Sure, Physically but …Oh shit, I'm all screwed up!" I said sarcastically and crying. Between sobs I went into detail about all that had happened. I saw the looks of disbelievement and astonishment. They each gave me a sisterly hug although I sensed they were hiding something.

"Now ask me if I'm okay again." I said before starting to cry again.

My sisters came to me and held me until I calmed down. We discussed my options deciding I didn't have any. Those options even included medical science. (Hey there's your sister over there in the jar. We dissected her.)

"Well baby Sis, welcome to womanhood and motherhood. You used to like wearing my dresses as a kid when we played house. I guess you'll have your own now.

I can't wait until the rest of the family sees you. Tommy and Sheila will absolutely faint. You'd better watch Al though he might try to get into those panties of yours. Mom will be absolutely without words." Karla said with a smile.

I told them about work and the meeting with the board of directors at 8:30am. I needed to call the office but couldn't sounding like I did. There was no possible way I was going in the way I looked. They would have me lock away as a crazy woman.

Karla had always been the devious one of the family, suggested she call the office for me.

 

 

Chapter Four-B:

 

She went to the phone and dialed the number to my office. There was no answer until the voice mail responded with my secretary's voice.

At the beep Karla said, " Mary this is Andrew's sister, Karla. He asked me to call and let you know that he has had a family emergency. He wanted me to ask you to reschedule the board meeting for sometime next week. Also here is a number where you can leave messages for him. Which she gave her and Irene's telephone numbers. It was not a good idea to give the present number out to her.) Sorry but as I said before the emergency was a death in our family. Thanks." With those final words Karla hung the phone up as if it was going to melt from the heat of the lie she just told.

I felt as if I was a fool to let Karla lie for me. They both knew how I felt. I may be a great many things but deceitful to others was not in my genetic make up.

It was Irene that spoke next saying, "C'mon Sis, you need to get dressed. Maybe you'll feel better then."

"What am I going to wear? I can't find my clothes from last night."

"I don't think you'll be able to fit into your old persona Sis." Karla said.

Those two sisters of mine were off like a Hurricane turned loose in that bedroom. One went to explore the dresser while the other found an immense walk-in closet. Me, I sat stoically on the bed in my robe more in shock then anything else. Both of them discussed everything feminine without my opinion. Finally they emerged with their hands full of clothing. Oh my Lord, they had nothing but lace and satin.

"Okay Sweetie off with the robe. You're our Barbie Doll for the day." Irene said.

I removed the robe, embarrassed for them to see me this way. All I heard was an intake of air from the both of them. This was the first time that they both were speechless since we were children.

"My Lord, you're bigger on top then we are. I thought I was seeing things when I checked your bra size tag. You really are a D cup. I've just decided, I'm getting breast implants, Bigger is better." Karla said teasingly and laughed.

I was handed a pair of red satiny bikini panties and a red front hook, strapless underwire bra to put on. I have to say I was in a sensory overload as the panties went up my legs to my new vagina. The bra took some of the strain off my back but the satin cups hardened my nipples. I also had to put nursing pads into them to absorb any leaks that they had brought from the bathroom. Next was a lacy red garterbelt that they showed me how to put on pulling the garters through my panties and explaining why. Next came a half-slip, nude nylons, red Mary Jane's and a red and white floral patterned sundress.

I was miffed, as I wanted jeans, shorts or slacks. I was vetoed immediately by Karla and Irene. They both said I had to give the impression to all that I was what I looked like a beautiful young girl, wife and a mother. Their logic was impeccable! I had to do as they said at least until I knew what was going on.

I happened to look in the mirror, the girl I saw before naked really looked much better now. At the same time I had a difficult time in realizing it was I. Forcibly I was taken to the, no my make-up table where I was instructed in the art of application. When I was finished I had to admit I looked and felt extremely different. The baby began to cry once again.

 

 

Chapter Five:

 

I rushed to its room followed closely by Karla and Irene. I had already picked up the baby after uncovering it when they both came in. The baby seemed to recognize me and smiled.

"Hi Sweetie, How's mommy's little one?" I said. It was then that I realized I said mommy, much to my chagrin and my sister's merriment.

As I held it I realized it needed its diaper changed. Going to the Changing Table the baby wanted to touch my face and play with my hair. My hands shook I had not changed a diaper in decades. I fumbled with the sleepers' snaps finally getting it off. After that I saw the adhesive strips and opened those on the diaper. It was soaked. It was then that I saw the baby was a little girl.

Irene and Karla smiled as I did this. Irene said, "You're doing swell Sis. It looks like you have a daughter and we have a new niece."

My mind went blank for a moment but said, "Daughter? How could I have a daughter, I'm not a woman! I didn't give birth!"

"Look Honey, Whatever or whomever did this had a reason for doing this to you. I don't know how but they did it. But you my dear have a second chance at life, but this time, to take care of and raise a beautiful little girl. I do hope you have a husband too. Then you will be complete woman. Okay so now you're only two-thirds complete." Irene said giving me a light pinch on the arm.

After cleaning her and replacing the diaper, I realized that I hadn't changed one in many years. Oh well, it needed to be done, but I would have to do something about these fingernails. I didn't want to scratch and injure my daughter with these talons they were dangerous. I guess we will do okay. The only thing is I wished that my hands would stop shaking.

I picked up the baby carefully asking her, "Are you hungry, Sweetie?"

My new daughter looked at me smiling and gurgled.

"Well I guess that's a yes, huh." I said walking over to the rocking chair with her in my arms.

Prior to sitting down, somehow I manage to hold the baby and smooth out my sundress before sitting down in the rocker. Why? I untied the shoulder strings, allowing the covering to fall exposing my bra'd breasts. I managed to pull out the breast pads after unhooking my bra.

"Okay Sweetie Breakfast is ready." I said as I positioned the baby and myself. She found my nipple and started to suckle at once. I picked up a folded shawl from the side table placing it over the baby and myself so we wouldn't chill. I looked up noticing that both of my sisters had left the room.

Looking down again at the baby I said softly, "Well I guess we're stuck with each other Sweetie. I'll try to be a good mommy to you. You sure are cute." I gave the baby a motherly kiss and smiled contentedly. In the recesses of my mind I thought that my sister's were holding something back from me. What was it?

My sisters returned to the nursery shaking their heads.

"My, my Sis, you certainly have adapted to your new status. She does look content in your arms." Irene said with a smile.

"Sis, we don't want to worry you but we went through the house. We looked for formula or pureed baby food and couldn't find any. We noticed that there were no sharp objects of any type anywhere. We did find an electric Breast Pump and Baby bottles though they've never been used.

We wondered if the sharp objects were removed because of you and your new status. You know Post Partum Depression maybe."

I had to wonder myself if they, him or whatever thought I would commit suicide. I was too strong mentally to do that, I think. I adapted to a situation that most would have done themselves in. Okay, I hate the sight of blood especially if it's mine.

"By they way, there was a strange man across the street looking at the house. He scared the hell out of me when I saw him in looking into the window." Karla said

"What else is going to happen?" I asked feeling as if I was trapped into a situation with no escape possible. While thinking I switched the baby to my other breast. I never saw a happier baby. She was always smiling after she was given a dry diaper and fed. She was happy and healthy. I guess that I was happy too. I found peacefulness, no tranquility in my new role as a nursing mother, although my nipples did hurt from the breast-feeding.

While I put myself back together the baby played with my hair. I really do have to get my hair cut or there were going to be problems.

"Irene, could you or Karla cut my hair, please?" I asked.

"I should say not. Your hair is gorgeous. Why do you want to cut it?" Irene said.

"The baby is always pulling it or playing with it. It just seemed to be a sensible idea."

Karla left the room and re entered holding a red scrunchie and hairbrush in her hand.

"We should of thought of this before. I guess we forgot that babies play with hair or earrings that dangle."

Just as she said those words the baby spit up on my shoulder. Oh the blessed joys of Motherhood I thought. Karla and Irene found the adjoining bathroom. They went in and came out with a towel and damp face cloth. They both helped to clean the baby and me.

Irene took the baby from my arms saying, "I'll hold the little Sweetie so Karla can help you with your hair."

In nothing flat Karla had my hair brushed and into a Ponytail. She took me into the bathroom to show me myself in a mirror. Oh Lord, I really did look young, too young to be a mother or Oh My Lord, a wife. My thoughts almost caused me to Hyperventilate. Wife, Mother Oh Shit, Lover, pregnant! Please kill me now, my brain screamed. How, there's nothing sharp in this house, it said mumbling in return.

Karla must have seen the panic in my eyes and facial expressions. She placed her hand onto my shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. I calmed down and turned toward her saying, "I'm scared, Sis."

"Don't worry we'll help Sis, That's what families are for. All the girls in the family will help you."

Karla held my forearm in reassurance as we left the bathroom. Suddenly my mind screamed, ‘All the girls!’ Now I knew there would be hell to pay for all the hell I caused them while they grew up. I went to the dresser and pulled out red shorts and a red T-shirt styled top for the baby. I found cute white baby sandals in her closet. Within minutes I had her dressed. Irene brushed her hair out (which was not long) placing barrette's in it. We all agreed the baby looked adorable! Like mother like daughter. Oh crap, did I just think that too?

Since the baby and I were dressed, we all descended to the main living room at the front of the house. I sat on the couch with the baby in my arms facing the windows. Irene and Karla went to the kitchen. I gazed about the tastefully furnished room. I thought it was simplistic in design yet fully functional for entertaining guests.

As I looked about the room I looked out the front bay window looking past the security fencing and driveway gates. I happened to see a man on the other side of the street from the house. He just stood there looking at the house. I expected him to go on his way but he didn't, he continued to stare at the house. At first I thought he might be out for a stroll although it was possible he may have been looking at the flora and fauna in the front yard garden. Maybe he would lose interest and leave. The man appeared to be normal having short auburn hair and clean clothes, but you never know today about people.

For some unknown reason I shuddered. I was thankful of the energy saving photosynthesized glass that allowed you to see out but not in that I realized was installed throughout the house. Even if the man could see inside all he would see is the baby in my arms and myself. In many ways I felt insecure. I decided to check the front door making sure it was securely locked.

I then walked toward the kitchen

 

 

Chapter Six:

 

As we were walking toward the kitchen from the foyer hallway, I noticed a purse on a table there. I grabbed the purse and entered the kitchen with my sisters making coffee.

I sat down at the breakfast counter laying the purse down with the baby still in my arms. Karla had just placed a cop of coffee before me.

"Whose purse is that?" Irene asked.

Just as she said that there was a resounding crash from the rear of the house. I began to tremble as I almost fell from the padded stool, and the baby whimpered. We were both frightened by the sound but I wanted to run, no I was determined to protect my daughter.

Karla stayed with the baby and me as Irene ran out the kitchen door with a skillet in her hands. She had always been the brave one when we were growing up. She was neither afraid of anyone or anything especially growing up the youngest in our household. Oh how we tormented her.

Several minutes later she had returned to us saying, "In the back of the house I found a trashcan lying on its side with a cat sniffing at the trashcan. It was my assumption that the cat had knocked the can over. By the way have you been outside yet?"

"No, Why?" I said.

"Well just for starters you are right on the oceanfront. There's a wonderful pool, Jacuzzi, small garden, poolhouse and deck. I think you're pretty well off Sweetie."

"I was pretty well off before and you two know that. I had a plan for retirement, now I guess I have many more years to plan for it."

Relaxing with the friendly banter of my sisters, I reached for the purse.

"Hey Karla, take a look at that purse, It's a Mila Schon! Rodeo Drive stuff! Okay Sweets, you do have money or your husband does."

"We know Sweetie it's just that eventually you're going to have to face the truth. You're an adorable piece of womanhood. If you do have a husband, consider yourself blessed or cursed as the case may be." Irene said.

"Here we go again with that husband stuff! Will you two lay off! I just don't need to think about that just yet. There's just too much that's been dumped into my lap. A daughter is just one of those. So can it, Huh!"

"Irene, she's so grouchy, I bet she's close to her time of the month."

I ignored what they were saying as I dug into the contents of the purse after I dumped it unceremoniously onto the counter.

The purse contained the necessities such as makeup, hairbrush, nail polish, emery boards, lipstick, sanitary pads, a bulging clutch purse, checkbook, cigarettes and lighter, Address Book, red velvet jewelry bag, cell phone and many keys on a Taz key ring.

I picked up the clutch purse opening it. Inside were photos of the baby and a man holding her. He was tall, muscular, brown haired and good-looking. I handed all those pictures to Irene and Karla. In another compartment were filled with Bank Credit Cards, American Express (all of the Platinum series), an ATM card and over $1000.00 in cash. In a concealed compartment were all the P.I.N's, Banks, account numbers and balances of all.

I was about to put the clutch away when I noticed a Drivers License, Social Security card and folded were also other papers. I took out a Drivers License and looked at the photograph nearly passing out. It was I! Or at least the person I now was. My name was now Arlene Francine Foster-MacGregor, Age 19. Holy Shit I wasn't even 21 yet and a mother but the maiden name was correct. Folded up was a copy of my, no our Wedding Certificate, my husband's name was Gordon Michael MacGregor, Age 24.

Next I found in the clutch was a Birth Certificate of the baby, Lynn Allison Foster-MacGregor; Age 6 weeks. There were also copies of both Gordon's and my Birth Certificates and a new license identification card issued by the State of California to me.

I handed all these to Irene and Karla.

I needed to think a moment; the name of Gordon MacGregor rang the proverbial bell.

"Well Arlene, hey, that name fits you. I love it!" Karla said.

"Yeah and I remember where I heard that name before. The kid, I'm sorry my husband has an investment brokerage firm that does business with the bank I work for, no worked for. We went out several times for luncheon meetings. He's a good kid and very intelligent in the banking field, very personable, not stuck up or snobby in the least. Very old money left to him by his deceased relatives or something.

That still doesn't answer what happened. This just confuses me more."

I reached for the opened pack of cigarettes, taking one and the lighter. Handing the baby to Irene, I lit it. Now why did I do that? I gave up smoking over 10 years ago. I exhaled the smoke, getting up to get an ashtray from the cabinet. Now how did I know it was there? All I knew is the cigarette tended to relax me but tasted terrible.

While I smoked the cigarette, I could see that both my sisters were displeased, tough shit. I didn't care at the moment what they thought. I thought to myself, if the real mother should show up she'll probably kill me for several reason. The reasons flooded the first was for assuming her place as wife and mother; breast feeding her baby, living in her home and quite possibly many other things that I haven't thought of. I picked up the jewelry bag dumping the contents; out of it came a diamond engagement and matching wedding ring with diamonds that could sink a ship. For an unknown reason I placed them onto my left-hand ring finger. Oh Crap! I'm in really, really deep shit! Now how do I come up smelling like a rose? All Karla and Irene did was give a knowing smile.

 

 

Chapter Seven:

 

As I sat I picked up the drivers license again looking at it. Placing the contents back into the purse and closing it, I started to question my sanity, remembering who and what I was before. What if this woman really was me? What if this house was really mine? What about little Lynn was she mine also? How could I have a baby and not remember the pregnancy and birth? Why didn't I remember anything of Arlene's life if I was truly she? I had all of Andrew's memories over fifty year’s worth. Gee it was like an episode of the television series the Outer Limits with no end to the plot. How in the hell did I wind up in someone else's life? What happened to the other Arlene? Is this what they called an alternative universe: the Doppelganger Effect? I want my own life back!

I got up from my stool walking toward the living room. My composure was leaving. I started to shake, violently trembling. I needed to leave this house. I needed the fresh air. I needed to think. I looked at the rings that were on my finger. I looked out the window not seeing the man I saw before. No one was on the street.

Walking back through the Foyer again I saw a stroller. I opened it, rolling it back to the kitchen. Taking the baby from Irene's arms I placed her in the stroller.

"I assume you want to go for a walk or ride somewhere." Irene said.

"I have to get out of here. I just need to clear my head and think things out."

"Well why don't you at least do some window shopping. We saw a shopping center with one not too far away."

"Okay, we understand, but I want Karla to go with you, I'll stay here in case anyone comes. Also here's a list of what Lynn needs. We noticed that the refrigerator is full as is the freezer and pantry."

"Irene, I think you should go with us. I don't know what is going on. I don't like the idea of you staying here by yourself."

"I think Arlene might just be right." Karla said.

"I guess you both may be right. Then let's go, I'll hold onto the list."

The four of us walked back to the foyer. We stopped for a moment so I could check to see if Lynn was secure in her stroller. Panic-stricken again, I thought about the baby needing a diaper changing or spitting up.

Stuffed into a corner was a pink bag, which I opened. In it were extra diapers, wipes, powder, Desitin, sunscreen, a towel, and a light sweater for me, a change of clothes for the baby and a light blanket. It was just what we needed. Irene graciously took the bag smiling as she placed it over her shoulder with her purse. I took my purse and did the same after her hand signals. It was out the door we went with Karla locking the door behind us.

Nothing eventful happened as we all left the porch. My panic seemed to subside gradually as we got further from the house and through the security gates leading to the street. In some respects I was self conscious about wearing the clothes I had on. I imagined everywhere I went that people would stop, stare, point at me and laugh.

Here I was, a used to be overage man, that looked like a teenager girl, was dressed as a teenage girl. Could or would anyone know of my past life? I surely hoped not, nonetheless I was afraid, very afraid of my predicament. Thank goodness for Irene and Karla coming with the baby and me. I managed to take a deep breath, to compose myself, forcing myself to relax and once again to adapt to my situation.

When we were at the driveway I saw Irene's car and a new red metallic Hummer H-2 in an open doored garage. I had to assume that was to be my vehicle. Why in the world couldn't I have a small car? I guess it was a safety thing. I looked for the key ring I found earlier, handing the keys to Irene.

"Wait a minute there Sis, you expect me to drive that tank?" Irene said.

You expect me to drive after all I've been through?" I said.

Without a further word spoken, Irene found the electronic device to open the doors on the Hummer, doing so. We found a baby carrier in the back seat; I placed Lynn into it, with me sitting next to her. After everything needed was placed into the vehicle Irene started it backing up and out through the gates.

When the gates closed to the property I was amazed with the vehicle. It was custom made, having all the latest gadgets and some I've never seen before. I looked at Karla and Irene; both seemed to having a good time as we drove and spoke of old family reminiscences. Lynn just slept in her carrier. Me, I looked for the bar and booze!

Irene drove the Hummer into a parking lot of one of the local malls that catered to the locals as well as tourists. After parking we all got out heading to the supermarket. I couldn't help the feeling that we were being watched. I looked around but saw nothing unusual bot again I was in a strange place. As I pushed the stroller, Irene and Karla were on either side of me holding onto me giving the much courage and support that I needed. Arlene was awake and very happy to be outside or so it seemed. A breeze picked up in velocity making it difficult to push the stroller and hold down my dress as we walked along the pavement to the sidewalk.

Both Irene and Karla began to laugh with Karla saying, "You'll get used to it. Just think of how many men are hoping your dress goes up. How many of them may well have a Heart Attack if it does?"

There was no one around but I still had that feeling of being watched.

 

 

Chapter Eight:

 

We had been walking toward the sidewalk; there was an area that was used as a type of alleyway between buildings for deliveries. I noticed that the man I saw at the house earlier was standing near that alleyway. He seemed to be waiting and watching. My fear factor climbed. How in the hell did he get here? How in the hell did he know we were coming to this particular mall?

I stopped suddenly which seemed to surprise the Auburn headed man a bit but he did recover quickly. He took several steps toward the stroller and us in a non-threatening way.

We were several feet away from the man when I stopped abruptly saying, no almost yelling, "Do we know you?" The words came out of my mouth in a little girl way. I was frightened out of my wits. I knew that the sound of my voice was not intimidating to anyone or anything.

The man looked quizzically toward us saying, "You have my baby." He had a pained facial expression along with the body language.

I was very close to panic, running to the doors and safety of one of the stores close by. It was then that I realized that this man was the mother of Lynn. She was the former inhabitant of this body. I don't know how, but my feelings seemed true. (Okay, I'll say it, Woman's Intuition-Better now!)

"Stay away from us. Don't come any closer." I screamed.

My intuition sensed, no screamed that this man was on the verge of violence. It screamed to me to run! I saw that this man was clenching and unclenching his fists possibly to indulge himself in hurting us, no me. He stood still moving his mouth with no words coming out. There was anger in his eyes along with hate for me. I was the interloper in his life.

Irene was about to say something. She decided not too. I think that if she had said anything it would have worsened the situation. This man was deranged! He was certifiably demented!

My primary objective was to maintain the safety of Lynn and my sisters. I started to walk again pushing the stroller making Irene and Karla follow. I knew that if there were a physical confrontation I would lose, as this body was not large of physically muscular. We had to get past this person that was on the edge of psychotic behavior. Ahead of us was a jewelry shop. I hoped that it would be open. That was our destination.

Drawing up parallel to the man he blurted out, "She won't let you keep her. She will take everything away from you."

The son of a bitch was following us. Because of the heat, the pavement was becoming slippery due to the petro chemicals being released.

I screamed over my shoulder, "Leave us alone!"

He stayed his distance but continued to follow. Stalking us!

"You'll never keep her. You can't have her you bitch! You're dead!" He said.

I stated to let loose my tears of anger, frustration and fear. The only things that helped were my thoughts of Lynn and my sisters. The man still came toward us as I looked over my shoulder.

There was a woman that came from the doors of the antique or jewelry shop coming toward us. I heard the footsteps of someone running behind me, running away.

I quickly pushed the stroller toward the woman. Karla and Irene followed me not saying a word. During the verbal altercation I had hoped that those two would remain quiet and not add fuel to a fire that could spread into a disaster. As I have said those two could be formidable opponents.

I quickly closed the distance between the lady and myself that had perhaps saved all of us. She seemed to be waiting for us. What was I going to say to her? All I could say was thanks from all of us. At the last moment I was going to try to avoid her but decided against it.

"Are you ladies Okay?" she asked politely and with true concern.

I was taken aback for a moment. I didn't know for a moment to whom she was addressing. I then recovered remembering my present state. I looked the woman that appeared to be concerned about all are welfare. She was perhaps in her mid thirties to early forties, with dark hair done into a French Braid. If I were a male again I would not hesitate to ask the woman out for dinner she was a stunner in her looks. Her eyes were what caught my attention. They show immense intelligence, love and a special caring. They appeared to be wise beyond her ways. My intuition kicked in telling me that she knew about my new life. Could she be trusted; again my intuition said yes. I would have to take a position of wait and see.

"Yes, We're all okay."

"I guess he was scared and ran."

"It was you that must have frightened him. We have to thank you for coming to our aid."

"You're shaking, Honey. Are you sure you're all okay?"

"Sure, my sisters took us out to get groceries and shop a little."

"Oh my she's just adorable. What's the little darling name?"

"Lynn Allison and she's 6 weeks old."

"She just as sweet as can be." She said bending over and touching Little Lynn's hand.

The baby took the lady's finger immediately, smiling all the while.

"She surely is a happy baby. That's good, that means she's loved by those around her."

All I could do was smile and tell her thank you. I then began to realize that the baby did mean a great deal to me. I was becoming attached to her. What was that term? Oh yes, bonding. I had become bonded to her as any mother does to their children. Whoa now back up! Did I just say as any mother? I was not her mother! Oh what the hell, I guess I probably do look like her mother now, but now I'm more in the role of her protector. (Yeah I know what you're thinking, Bullshit. Okay you're right!)

"Look you ladies need to compose yourselves. My shop is open so come along and I'll make us some tea. Besides I could use a little company, business doesn't pick up until later in the week."

"We don't want to impose upon you, Oh, alright."

Why I accepted I really don't know. I didn't want to go home to that house yet.

 

 

Chapter Nine:

 

We walked with the shop owner. As we walked, I thought of many things that I kept private. The first thought was if I was the true mother of Lynn that I might have acted the way that the Auburn hair man did. Someone had stolen both of our lives scrambling them ever so well. Was there a reason to this insanity that I did not perceive? Why had I not handed Lynn to that person? Why didn't I try to reason with him? Perhaps between us we may have found out what had happened to us. But if I remember correctly my senses screamed that there was something not quite right with that person.

The very thought of that person recognizing Lynn! It was nerve shattering! The thoughts of that person being mentally deranged were as noticeable as a blind person walking. And that blind person was trying to cross the street holding their white, red tipped cane. If my problem became physical how was I to defend myself and protect Lynn? I was now almost a foot shorter, many pounds less and no musculature strength then I had as a male.

I was shaken from my thoughts as the woman asked saying, "I know it's none of my business, but did you know him?"

No I saw him around my house near Malibu this morning. I would have known if I had ever met him. Is there a reason you asked that?"

"Not really, I have seen him around here before but that was a very long time ago, months actually. He was around here with woman that looked like you. I thought you might have gotten a separation or a divorce from him. Was he a boyfriend or lover?"

"Sorry, but no it wasn't me that you saw. Absolutely not!"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you defensive. I do remember you walking around here with a dark haired man when you were pregnant though, that's why I asked."

I didn't know how to answer. What the hell was going on? I saw the looks that Karla and Irene were giving the lady and myself. They were totally confused as I was.

We arrived at her shop, going inside. I guided the stroller inside; the baby was still smiling when I checked her. I was amazed that she didn't become upset with all the screaming that had been done.

The Shop had a multitude of display cases with mirrors at different areas for customers to use. The items that were on display were all antique, custom made and expensive. It consisted mostly of rings, necklaces, anklets, earrings and sets.

"Are you the designer and craftsperson of all these?"

"You don't remember me or speaking to me do you?"

"I'm sorry I don't."

"We had been friends, you had bouts of Post Partum Depression later. That's what I think the doctor called it."

Do I look or seem different to you?"

"Would you ladies like black or green tea, Karla, Irene, Arlene?"

We all agreed on black tea. After she went to the back to prepare the tea, the discussion began.

"Arlene, she knows about you and us, even our names. I think she knows of the body switch that occurred. I don't know but I think somehow she's involved." Karla said softly.

"Do you think we should leave?"

"Absolutely not! She may be a key to this whole mystery." Irene said.

"Yes but she is starting to ask questions that I can't or won't have the answers to. I don't want to be committed to an asylum and I don't want people thinking I have mental problems either."

"Don't worry we're here for you Sis. We'll help as much as we can." Karla said.

"And so will I." The lady said as she came from the back continuing by saying, "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop. This shop has excellent acoustics, I'm so sorry for hearing your conversation. Arlene Honey, I will help you as much as possible. Right now I am limited in what I can say." She said before going to the back again to a whistling teakettle.

Before I could say anything Lynn started to get feisty. I thought to myself please not now I have so many questions that need to be answered. I un-strapped her from the stroller took her into my arms. She was hungry and needed to be fed. I didn't want to take her back to the Hummer for fear that the man may still be out there waiting. I saw a large couch, tables and chairs near the back of the store and started walking to it.

We all managed to get to the couch and chairs. Karla handed me a towel and the light blanket. To untie the straps and releasing my breasts stared to become second nature to me. I pulled out the nursing pads from my bra, adjusted myself to a comfortable position allowing Lynn to begin suckling. Those wondrous feelings again washed over me as I breast fed although my nipples were getting sore. I smiled when I looked at her.

"That suits Arlene. Doesn't it ladies." The lady said in full voice as she came back holding a tray with a teapot, four mugs and necessities.

My sisters nodded their heads in agreement as they each took mugs of the steaming brew.

"This is a first for you drinking tea, usually it's coffee or pop." Irene said.

"My Lord, I can't believe it either." Karla said

The woman smiled as my sister gave me the raspberries. I just tolerated what they said.

"I can tell you are all from the same family even-though the body similarities are not evident. Arlene would you like honey or cream in your tea?"

"Just the way it is please."

Before I knew what was happening she went right to the jugular vein.

"Are you having problems again at home?"

"Other that strange man today among other things, no"

"No Sweetie, I meant with nursing Lynn."

"What's happening to her is that she's inflamed around the nipples. We never breast fed our children so………" Karla said.

"I guess, Oh hell, is it supposed to hurt like this?"

"Please take her off."

I gently removed little Lynn from my breast. Wow what a fit she threw. The woman then showed me how to make Lynn to take more of the breast into her sweet mouth. Also she showed me to hold the flesh back away from the baby's nose so she could breath.

"Honey the problem was she wasn't on all the way. She is not going to choke on you. Now the milk is another matter. If she's not on right just pull her off, the both of you will learn quickly."

"I thought it was supposed to hurt. I had no idea what I was doing except I knew that the baby came first over any discomfort I had or endured. Thank you again for the lesson on Breastfeeding 101."

"You're quite welcome Sweetie. We as women tend to forget that the younger mothers don't know all the intricacies of motherhood. Most mothers today never saw how their mothers did it because their mothers didn't breastfeed. The decision of whether to breast-feed or bottle feed is very important. Many younger women feel it is too time consuming and would rather bottle feed with formula.

On the other hand other mothers say there is a greater bond with your baby, more system immunities, vitamins and minerals along with faster developmental growth.

Are you going to tell me who you really are?" She asked.

 

 

Chapter Ten:

 

I do know that you used to be a man, or at least someone that isn't used to being the you you're now." she replied while she sipped her tea.

I was shocked, as were Karla and Irene by this woman to be so blunt. Irene was shaking her nodding her head, indicating no, while Karla nodded to indicate yes. I decided to go with Karla's instincts. This was not a good time to be misleading. My instincts were of before that this woman knew or sensed the truth. I also sensed she could be trusted.

I told her the truth of what had transpired from yesterday. I didn't leave anything out completely telling her the truth as I told Irene and Karla earlier.

She was or did not seem flustered at all with my revelations.

"How old were you?"

"Old enough to remember seeing watching the Rolling Stones, Beatles and Elvis on Ed Sullivan."

"My, my."

"Could you please tell us about Arlene?" Irene asked.

"She tried all too hard at being the perfect wife and mother, she was afraid of being herself. She talked a talked to me a great deal of killing the baby and committing suicide. I repeatedly asked her to get help, but she would only shake her head. In time she stopped coming around here, I think she was embarrassed by what I knew. I thought that she had psychological problems that needed to be addressed."

"Do you know what happened to me?"

"No I don't know why you're in Arlene's body? There are many things that I don't understand one of which is what happened to you. I think you may need to speak to your husband."

"Oh yes my husband." I said looking at and feeling the rings not being comfortable with the thoughts of performing wifely duties.

"Will you accept a gift from me? For all of you, please."

"I really don't want to be rude, but what is your name?"

"I'm sorry Dear, my name is Amanda. Some of the people around here think of me Witch."

"Are you, Amanda?"

Amanda just smiled at my question. There are times you do not delve into a person's privacy and this was one of them. If she wanted to tell me something then I sensed she would have. I dropped the subject. My intuition tingled that she was more then what she seemed to be. And knew much more than what she was saying.

Amanda went from setting next to me, to one of the display cases taking something from one of the lower shelves. Returning back to the couch again, with seven medium sized black velvet bags, she handed me two giving the others bags to Karla and Irene.

Please accept these as a gesture of friendship to all of your bloodline. That includes two gifts for Thomas and Sheila. All I ask is you wear at least one item of the set constantly Arlene."

Amanda opened my bag taking several tissue-wrapped items from it. I looked over at Karla and Irene doing the same. As Amanda removed the paper from each piece I watched.

There was a set of earrings, a ring, necklace and anklet. Each setting and chain was made of silver colored metal. Each piece had a stone that looked to be emeralds with a magnificent starburst of gold with flecks of different colors in the emerald. All the items were hand crafted and ornately done.

I looked at my sisters, the looks on their faces was that of amazement.

"Amanda we can't accept these. I mean that they're very pretty but after all it is part of your stock for the shop. It is quite obvious that they are very costly." Irene said.

"Please accept them. I made each of the items from special materials that I collected from what could be called special or holy place. Consider them a form of protection. I know I'm being cryptic but please wear them and enjoy the pieces."

Amanda got up from the couch helping each of us to put on the necklaces, anklets and the earrings. I didn't know that my ears were already pierced until she put mine in. We each placed the rings on our right hand ring fingers as instructed by Amanda.

She told Irene and Karla that Tommy and Sheila had to do the same. Tommy's bag only contained a ring and Amulet that was distinctively masculine however Sheila's and mom's were the same as ours but all were again created with the same loving care and craftsmanship as ours.

Little Lynn was fast asleep after suckling on both breasts; at last she was contented. I removed her from my breast still holding her in my arms while trying to get myself in order straightening out my clothes. Amanda saw me struggling and took Lynn so I could finish.

I got up off the couch and stretched noticing a mirror with my new image in it. I saw all the gifted jewelry adorning my body. For an unknown reason all felt right, I was comfortable with myself. Could I really be a good woman, wife and mother? Only time will tell.

I took the baby back into my arms but not before giving Amanda a kiss on the cheek and a smile. Karla and Irene did the same. For some unknown reason I had a vision of this woman standing before a table with six other people that I could not see. Each of them wore dark shiny jumpsuit style clothing all of these people wore a broach similar to the stones in our jewelry. Who is Amanda really?

Why the very expensive gifts? More questions for the questions I had that were not answered.

"One more thing young lady, I've become used to seeing your hair done in braids. Would you allow me to fix your hair? Please." Amanda asked

Again she placed me on the spot. I looked toward Irene and Karla; I would have to assume that they wanted Amanda to fix my hair by the smiles on their respective faces.

I didn't even say a word or nod my head when Amanda reached into her pocket pulling out a small hairbrush from her pocket in her skirt and began parting my hair.

"What are you doing?" as I began to pull away.

"Now watch as I do this so you can do this by yourself." As Amanda pulled my hair into strands braiding it in a French Plait. One side of my head was done in no time. Amanda then brought a mirror and positioned it so I could see what she was doing. Of course my sisters had to start reminiscing about what I was like as a child that even included me playing house with them in dresses. I was embarrassed to say the least and angry which I hid from all.

Amanda asked me if I thought I might be able to braid my own hair all I could do was nod my head yes. Amanda had finished as I gazed at the pretty young woman in the mirror.

All of a sudden I began to cry. The thoughts I had were of my lost manhood. How in the world was I going to adapt if I still had those feelings of once being a male for decades?

Amanda and my sisters hugged me as I cried. They each dedicated themselves to helping me adjust to my new life; I mourned the loss of my old life no matter how contemptible and corrupt it seemed to others, it was still my life. All of it was gone, gone forever. I was pissed to my very core of what was decided by Fate to be the way I am now. I had to control that anger, no frustration and the only way to that was to cry.

"Sis, when you were a male if you had an argument with your girlfriend you'd blame it her hormones, except now they're yours. You may still be a man inside that pretty little head but you're in a woman's body now, Sweetie. Think of each of your priorities." Irene said with a smile.

Irene was never one to mince words, worse yet was that Amanda and Karla agreed with Irene.

 

 

Chapter Eleven:

 

We all sat down where we had been sitting before. Amanda, Karla and Irene shared their stories of life. The discussion was of men, love, husbands, families, and children. Every integral component of being a woman was described into full detail. I imagine this is what's called feminine bonding. Karla says it's all part of being female. I had noticed that no one was impervious to their claws, absolutely no one. Family, Friends, lovers and husbands were all fair game to them. I felt privileged to be there, sharing this moment with them. It was at that moment I realized I could never again be thought of by anyone as a male.

The time had passed quickly as we talked. Lynn had woken up and was becoming feisty. I tried to feed her again butt she would have none of that. We tried walking with the same results. Lynn seemed to get more rambunctious with each passing minute. I didn't want to go back to that house yet. What if that man was there? What if………………, Oh My Lord, my husband was there?

Well it was time to pay the piper, Lynn wouldn't settle down. I thought that if she were taken home she would settle down being in a more familiar environment.

While my sisters packed up and helped Amanda straighten up, I placed Lynn into her stroller. She seemed to calm down a bit. When she returned we left the shop with Amanda walking with us to the Hummer. Within minutes we were ready to go.

"Here are all my telephone numbers. If Karla and Irene can't be with you call me immediately and I'll be there wherever you are." She said as she handed me her business card with all the numbers on it.

On the road home Lynn started to wail. I was starting to get upset. No matter what I did she got louder. I was sure every car that passed heard her screams. Oh great, that's all we need is a cop to hear her. I can see the newspaper headlines now 'Faux Woman/Mother Arrested For Child Abuse'.

We finally came to the Security Gates that opened by themselves. I hoped it was just an electronic trigger and not by someone inside.

I held Lynn as Karla opened the house door and Irene unloaded the Hummer. Lynn screamed the entire time and for the next hour. I tried everything including trying to nurse her. I sang that seemed to work a bit but not entirely.

In frustration I placed her in the crib. That seemed to make her cry more. Nothing worked, and I began to cry. Nothing I did helped to calm her. I was close to taking her to the hospital, as she might be sick.

The thought occurred to me that a bath might be the trick to calm her. Holding Lynn I saw an intercom on the wall. I pressed a button that said kitchen noticing that there must be an intercom station in virtually every room in this house, outside and the gate system. Another panel next to it had a security and panic buttons for the alarm system. Irene answered the call. I told what I planned to do. We both decided it might work. All I could do was try it. Irene had also said that she had spoke to mom, Sheila, Amanda and Tommy. They all decided not to have me left alone in the house. All of them including mom said they would be spending time with me. She also said that they didn't know of my new form except for Amanda.

I carried Lynn into the Master Bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed that I hadn't made yet. I thought to myself, another chore. I took all of Lynn's clothing off, then my own, covering myself with a robe. Wait what was that? Silence, Lynn stopped crying.

I picked her up into my arms walking to the Bathroom. Having walked over to the Jacuzzi, I turned on the water being very aware of the temperature. I had learned in my previous life giving many baths to babies (Nieces and Nephews) to always check the water temperature.

I then walked over to the commode and sat removing my robe while holding the baby. I thought also that since Lynn had stopped crying maybe she was hungry. She took my breast immediately and fed ravenously. At last quiet. When she finished we both took a long bath with each other. I don't know which of us enjoyed it more her or I.

 

 

Chapter Twelve:

 

Having been fed, bathed, dried, powdered and diapered, I put her into her crib. Once she was covered she feel fast asleep. Oh thank the Heavens. I was exhausted from the ordeals of today. I was totally drained of all my energy. There was a buzzing sound coming from the panel in wall.

I pressed the talk button saying, "I was just going to call you. I need to lie down for a bit."

"Go ahead I have to go to the grocery store. There were a few items I forgot to get. I'm taking your SUV. I know how to open and close the gates. Have a good nap, Sweetie. Oh and I'm going to take Karla home first."

"We'll be okay, Thank you for all the help. We love you, both of you."

I heard the giggling in the background. I thought about what I said. The old me never in a million years would have said anything as mushy as what I said. My lord I was screwed up. I went to the bed and lay down. I could have cared less, if my husband appeared in the doorway finding me almost naked in bed.

That's a thought. Maybe we could make love. Holy Shit, what the hell am I thinking? It has to be those damn hormones! Or was making love a need? There was absolutely too much to deal with right now. I really needed to rest. My thoughts drifted to Gordon MacGregor.

The few times we had met in my previous life I thought of him not as a business acquaintance but as a friend. He is young, very handsome, witty, and intelligent. The proverbial prized catch for any woman. I didn't know that he was even married or had a child. It was never mentioned at the dinners we shared at the athletic club or on the Golf Course or the bed we shared (Okay so now you know! I'm, err was bisexual.). I know that I told everyone that we were only business acquaintances, so I lied a bit. We were/are friends.

My mind shifted back to the baby; would I be able to hear her? Oh yes especially with her lungs. Would that man show up again? I certainly hoped he wouldn't that would have to be dealt with. What about Amanda, what or who was she really? My Lord, how about the rest of my family? I can hear the taunts now. What the hell do I care what they think or say? I didn't have anything to do with this change. Could the change have been medically or genetically predetermined? I doubt it! I had to embrace this new life in its entirety. As a matter of fact I am beginning to enjoy my new status.

I went back to the thoughts of making love as I drifted off to sleep. My fears fled from the niches of my mind. My dreams were of being the most perfect woman, wife, lover, and mother. I slept the sleep of the innocent.

Several hours later I awoke on my right side. My left breast was touching my right one. I touched my nipple of the left breast sending a stimulating, arousing charge of electricity throughout my body. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before or imagined. I had always had the fantasy to be a woman, to feel all the joys of being a woman, to have a man inside of me making love to that man pleasing him as he pleased me.

In my days of youth I would try to emulate the female of our species in both action and dress. My female family members suspected me of these actions but never said a word, even if their borrowed clothing were stained and in disrepair. I would even have sex with a man if he were interested in me. It wasn't for love. It was just down and dirty sex. I had also done this while I was married. That was the main reason of my divorce. I could never repress my feelings or my needs until later in my life after being divorced.

Touching my breast again I felt the raw emotions stir between my loins. I felt an explosive need that I had never experienced. I was not in control of this body as I was with my male form. In that form I was strong with no insecurities. I was effective and decisive. Now I was non-secure, non-effective and non-decisive. Was this a common factor with all females? I hardly doubted it! I thought that perhaps it was a matter of hormone adjustment and self-control. Perhaps it was due to the lactation. Were the stirrings due to me being a teenager? Well………Um perhaps, it has been so long I had forgotten what a teenager feels and never what a female teenager feels in those emotions until now.

 

 

Chapter Thirteen:

 

My thoughts were interrupted by noises I heard outside. I quickly was dressed in the clothes I had on earlier. In minutes I was fully dressed I didn't wish for anyone to see me in just the robe I had worn earlier. I checked to see my reflection in the mirror making sure I looked as what I appeared to be. I was pleased to see that all was on the correct way but adding a coat of lipstick. Proceeding down the hallway and down the stairs I jumped skittishly at a pounding at the front door.

The pounding increased as I crept closer to the door. My fear rose to epidemic proportions. I looked out the peephole seeing it was that demented man yet again. How did he get through the gates?

"Let me in Bitch, now!" He yelled while I backed away from the door in yet further fear. ‘All that guy had to do was break any window and he was in,’ I thought. There wasn't a damn thing to protect the baby and myself with. I saw the fireplace and its tools. There it was a poker! I ran to get it.

Within moments I ran up the stairs, down the hallway running in my dainty feet to the baby's nursery locking the door behind me. It was then I heard glass shatter, I was trembling. Seeing the panic button on the wall I pushed it hoping it would summon the police quickly.

A voice came from the panel saying, "Mrs. MacGregor? Are you alright?"

"Please, oh please hurry! Someone's broken into my house! I can hear them coming up the stairs! Please help!" I yelled as tears came from my eyes.

"The police have been notified. Stay there in the nursery. Let them handle the situation. We'll be here until they arrive, also we're recording everything that's said."

Lynn stirred, I ran quickly to her picking her up into my arms. I didn't hear the footfalls so I assumed that he stopped to catch his breath.

All at once the door exploded inwards as the frame shattered. That man stood in the hallway, eyes bulging, bleeding from his arms and hands clenched.

"Stay back! Stay away from us!" I screamed.

The man had a maniacal smile as he stepped closer to Lynn and me. I was holding Lynn with one arm and holding the poker behind my back hidden from view.

"Stay away, you son of a bitch!" I screamed as he kept getting closer. He had his arms outreaching for me as I held my ground not moving in the least. He came closer, that was when I swung out with the poker striking him on the side of the head with it. He staggered away from us upon impact with the pig iron eventually falling on his face. I thought that I killed him and ran to the door.

I ran with the child close to my breast. Somehow, that maniac remained lucid enough to grab my leg as I ran. He made me fall; bringing me to my knees, dropping the poker out of reach, but the baby was unhurt. I screamed more and louder through my tears.

The man had fought off unconsciousness from the wound I had given him. He grabbed my hair as he got to his feet, pulling me with him as he curled his lips saying, "Bitch, I'm going to kill you and the brat. First, I'm going to screw you in every hole you have. Then I’ll cut your throat to watch you bleed. I'm going to enjoy watching the both of you die."

He dragged me to my bedroom pushing us onto the bed. Lynn was screaming at the top of her lungs. I was more concerned about the baby. The man just stood at the foot of the bed.

He once again came closer to me with caution; he ripped off my dress, bra and slip. All I had on were my panties, garterbelt, hose and shoes. I could see the lust and craziness in his eyes. My fear of this person was immense.

"Are you having a good time? Do you feel sexy? You sure do look sexy. You stole my life, my baby! I'm taking it all back now!"

"Please the baby! Don't hurt us! What do you want?"

"I want my life back! I want my baby back you whore!"

When he said that I saw an opening. My foot was between his legs. In a split second my foot traveled to his crotch making full contact with the family jewels. When he went to his knees, retching, clutching his privates in severe pain, we ran from the room.

The baby and I were about to descend the stairs when we heard a shout from the front area of the house. Clutching little Lynn to my breast we ran down the steps as fast as we could into the arms of my brother Tommy and my mother.

What's going on? Are you okay?

 

 

Chapter Fourteen:

 

The man went back to the nursery getting the poker still holding himself between his legs. He went back to the staircase running impervious to his pain. I heard him first then looked up seeing he had the poker upraised.

Screaming I yelled, "Tommy, look out!"

Tommy pushed the baby and me into my mother's arms as he turned to meet the attacker. Swiftly and decisively he had our attacked disarmed and unconscious on the floor. The protection the baby and I sought came! Also the cops finally arrived with their blare of sirens. (At least they showed up.)

"Mom, please take baby Sis upstairs, get her dressed. I have a feeling there are going to be many questions asked. I'll keep them busy until you're ready." My brother said.

Mom took me to my room with little Lynn in my arms. She sat me on the bed holding us protectively. I could hear shouts, some fighting and finally the closure of handcuffs. Finally the cops read the man his Miranda Rights as he was being led unceremoniously away to an awaiting Meat Wagon (Paddy Wagon)

"Don't say a word until they've all left us. Are you and my Granddaughter okay? Let me have her. You go get dressed, dear." mom said softly as the baby sobbed softer.

Oh shit, I thought when mom's in that frame of mood I was in really deep shit. When she's like that with the girls all is fine and well. Oh well, what can I say?

I gave her little Lynn and walked to my closet. I found a denim blouse and mid-length skirt trimmed in red. I put these on quickly and went to the bedroom tucking my blouse into my skirt.

"Where's your bra and slip young lady? Put them on please."

Here we go again, her voice was all sugary. I didn’t comprehend that she had called me a young lady. Going to my dresser I found another red bra and slip similar to the ones ripped off of me. Removing my blouse I put on the bra and hiked up my skirt stepping into the slip. I lowered my skirt and re-buttoned my blouse. I looked at mom almost fainting. She was smiling at little Lynn and me.

"Well you finally gave me a granddaughter albeit under strange circumstances and a very gorgeous granddaughter at that. Are you going to tell me what happened? I heard the story from Irene and Karla but I would like to hear it from you my darling daughter." She said as her eyes twinkled with merriment.

I told mother everything from start to finish. I even told her of my sexual proclivities. She knew or sensed that I was different. As we spoke we seemed to get closer. I was also starting to hear her words and thoughts in my mind before she spoke them. Now what the hell was going on?

I took Lynn from my mother's arms, as I knew she needed to be changed and fed. Oh the aroma of loaded diapers. She accompanied me to the nursery to change Lynn's diaper. All the baby did was giggle the whole time. She was back to her old happy self.

Taking her to the rocker I prepared myself for the suckling. I draped a shawl over my shoulders. As soon as Lynn attached herself, I started singing to her and gently rocking.

Mother approved by saying, " If I hadn't of seen it I would not have believed it. It's not even 24 hours and you've adapted to motherhood. You surely should have been born female even though you played the female role often enough. Do not lie to me you've been doing it since you were a child. At least you remember the songs I sang to you, now you can sing them to your daughter."

All I could do was smile. I've received the greatest praise of my life from her. She left the room as I changed Lynn to my other breast. I detached Lynn from my breast, taking her to the awaiting crib. She was fast asleep as I covered her. I gave her a kiss leaving silently out the door and straightening my clothes.

Going down the stairs I heard loud voices coming from the kitchen. When I appeared in the doorway my brother Tommy came and gave me a sisterly kiss. Was I ever shocked!

"Are you and my niece alright Sis? Mom and I tried to get here as fast as possible. We knew you were alone so Irene could do some errands. We both decided to be with you after the confrontation with that creep this morning.

The cops stuffed that asshole into the meat wagon. They're going to really throw the charges at him. If they don't I'll have their asses and badges."

I sensed another person in the room other than family that finally spoke saying, "Ma'am could you please tell me what happened. We responded after your alarm company notified us of a home invasion, possible attempted rape that could lead to a homicide. One of our cars is picking up the recorded tape of the crime as we speak."

I told the cop everything that I could remember all the way to running into my brother and mother.

"Sir, may I ask who you are."

Well first of all I'm Arlene's brother Thomas Fitzhugh Foster."

"Aren't you a prosecuting attorney for the D.A.'s Office in L.A.?"

"Yes I am, along with being the attorney for my family. I am also the attorney for my sister Arlene, my baby niece Lynn and her husband Gordon MacGregor."

The cop had a strange look on his face as Tommy spoke. When he dropped his pen on the floor his hand was shaking. Oh the power Tommy has to make others fear, no on second thought to respect him.

"Do you know who the perp is?"

"No, he had been stalking the house and us all day. He threatened me earlier at a mall shopping center."

"When was that?"

"Early this morning, two of my sisters were there and a business owner."

"Did everyone hear him threaten you?"

I told him the answer was yes. The cop said he needed all the names of the people as witnesses. When I said Amanda's name Tommy and mother's face turned white and then impassive. That perplexed me. How did they know Amanda? I remained quiet with that knowledge. The one thing was I was ready to cry again after bring up the scene upstairs.

While my mother and brother tried to console me a man walked through the kitchen doorway. It was Gordon MacGregor! As I gazed at his face it seemed to me that I had seen it before. Last night! The face was basically the same as the woman I left the bar with. What the hell was this all about? I decided to remain quiet until we were alone but I felt faint.

"Who are you?" the cop asked.

"That's my husband, Gordon MacGregor. Darling, I'm so glad you came home." I said as he came over to kiss me. Wow! That kiss made me forget everything that had happened to me today.

"Darling I received a telephone call from the alarm service. Are you and the baby alright? Hello Mother, Tommy thanks for helping Arlene."

"We're fine, just shaken a bit."

Now what the hell is going on? My mother and brother know Gordon MacGregor! Now all I need is for Sheila, Karla, Irene and Amanda to walk in.

 

 

Chapter Fifteen:

 

I stared at Gordon not knowing what to say. The cop said he was finished and said that the investigators would contact me. Sure more cops, just what I needed more questions. He left a card with his name, telephone number and case number. At this time I wanted answers and quickly. This was starting to become a Grade B Science Fiction movie. Finally he left with Gordon and Tommy escorting him.

I told my mother that I needed to lie down. I was still shaken up after the event of the day. I gave her a kiss and went to check on Lynn first. As I walked I was becoming angered by the minute. I felt as I was being drawn into a conspiracy of sorts. Why all the secrecy?

Lynn was still asleep. I picked her up into my arms and went to the rocker. I sat down with her and loosened the buttons of my blouse and my bra, giving her my breast. She opened her eyes just briefly taking my breast to suckle. I covered us with the shawl, slowly rocking the chair and sang to her softly.

"I like that picture, would you like to be in it permanently?"

I saw it was Gordon standing in the door. The shoulders may be wider and hair flatter, more masculine, but the eyes were a dead give away along with his height. He was the she of last night. I was positive!

"Your mother and brother said they and the rest of the family would be over tomorrow."

"That was you last night, wasn't it? Why me? What is this all about? How did this happen to me? How did you do it? Don't you dare say magic! Don't you even say you're E.T.!"

My anger had to be kept in control. Gordon knew I was angry. I didn't want to disturb Lynn; she had enough for one day. She needed to be loved and mothered. Still I still wanted to kill the son of a bitch in the doorway. I was also very afraid of him. If he could do this to me I probably could turn me into a rock or another inert object to keep me quiet.

"I'm truly sorry to involve you like this but I was desperate. Lynn needed a mother, and I needed a wife. We were compatible before so I chose you."

"Look I know you've had a rough time but………"

The doorbell rang. "The men are here to repair the glass and the Security Gates. After they leave we'll finish our conversation. I promise you.

"Why should I believe anything you say after all the deceptions? Where were you when we needed you?"

"I did promise you. Please we’ll speak about it later."

"Okay, for some reason my intuition says to believe you. Let me take care of the baby and you take care of our house."

When I said that Gordon gave me a strange look and raised an eyebrow as Leonard Nimoy did when playing Mr. Spock in the old original Star Trek series. All I hoped was Gordon didn't have green blood, pointed ears or strange mating rituals.

Before he could say anything the doorbell rang again. He smiled and left the baby and me in the nursery. I sang a few more songs to Lynn before putting her into the crib. I knew I would be back later for another feeding. I tucked her in, gave her a kiss and turned toward the doorway. I was so tired I left my bra and blouse unfastened.

I saw that there were bloodstains in the carpet with a trail to my bedroom. I knew that it had to be cleaned but I didn't know how to remove them myself. I made a mental note to find a rug cleaning company to do it. I'll find one later or call mom about how to remove the bloodstains.

I walked to my bedroom and cleaned the remnants of my ripped and shredded clothing off the floor placing it into the trash can in the bedroom. By the time I was finished I thought of taking a shower. Removing all my clothes gathering my dirty clothes and putting on my robe I padded into our bathroom. The dirty clothes were placed into the Laundry Chute and I stated the shower, adjusting the shower water, taking the robe off, unbraiding my hair and getting into the stall. The water felt amazing hitting my skin. It rejuvenated me taking the stress and soreness of the day away. I stayed under the spray.

 

 

Chapter Sixteen:

 

As the relaxing water hit my body I started to look back on this day. The events were traumatic to say the least. I needed to sit down, as I was getting dizzy. I remembered the Sauna bench and adjusted the water so it would hit me while sitting on it.

Not realizing I sat down with my knees together and my legs at a forty-five degree angle and my back erect. The hot spray of water was hitting me primarily in the chest and face area. It stung a bit hitting my breasts but I didn't care. I leaned against the wall with my shoulders and head closing my eyes. I began to block everything from my mind.

I must have fallen asleep in there. I felt firm, strong, manly hands holding me against a very manly chest. My eyes few open in alarm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you. I needed a shower after dealing with the contractor. I didn't know you were in here until I stepped in and saw you. You looked as if you needed to be held and cuddled."

He had his arms around me, I liked, no, I loved the feeling of safety and security he offered. I cuddled further into him against his nude, firm body. It was just as I recalled for our past love making events when I was a male. I hadn't felt this way in decades.

Gordon adjusted himself and gave me a longing kiss, which I returned greedily. When we broke the passionate kiss I thought about infidelity on his part after all I looked like Arlene, had all the right parts but mentally I wasn't the true woman Gordon had married or the mother of his baby.

"Yes you are Darling. You are Arlene for now and forever. You are the mother of Lynn and will always be there for her and for me."

What the hell………? He could read my thoughts? It was just like before when I thought I heard my mother's thoughts earlier.

"Um………Yes I do have that ability as do you and so will Lynn. Didn't Iris or Amanda tell you?"

I bolted upright saying, "Wait a minute, my mother and Amanda! How………?" I must have had the look of disbelief, no astonishment on my face.

"I guess we should discuss this. It will take a bit of time. Let's dry off, get dressed, eat and go to the den. Supper should be ready soon."

Gordon took me by the hand, first turning off the water in the shower. He dried me then himself, placing the used towels into the laundry chute.

I was led back into the bedroom where fresh undergarments were laid out onto the bed as were a pair of black satin lounging pajamas and robes for the both of us. He was a busy boy I thought. This was a kind and thoughtful gesture as was preparing a meal for us. I better be careful of what I thought from now on.

I was dressed in minutes, dried my hair tying it back into a ponytail and applied very light makeup to my face. I put on the mules by the bed. Gordon just smiled as he waited for me taking my hand into his leaving the room.

Entering the kitchen the table was set and candles were lit on it. The aroma of cooking food made me realize that I really had not eaten at all today. My stomach growled in anticipation. Now that was embarrassing, but Gordon just laughed as he seated me at the table.

"I hope you don't mind, I really didn't cook this meal. I had it prepared and delivered."

I was speechless; in all honesty I still thought that this man was a romantic. I loved it. It didn't matter if he or a restaurant prepared it.

As we dined on the delectable array of seafood, I tried to get him to tell me what was happening. All he said that after we ate we would talk. Our conversation became more generalized as I avoided any mention to what had happened.

We finished our meal, cleaned up the kitchen and blew out the candles. He once again took me by the hand leading me into the den.

We both sat on the couch next to each other with his arm around my shoulder. I once again felt that safety of him being near me. It felt right, it was right.

"Okay so how did I get this body? What's this all about?" I said softly as I leaned my head into his chest cuddling more into him.

"I don't know where to start."

"I think at the beginning, Sweetie."

I raised my head slightly and saw Amanda coming into the den. My jaw almost hit my boobs.

"Please Sweetie, you're going to swallow an insect with your mouth hanging open like that."

"Hello Mother, I glad you arrived finally." Gordon said.

Mother? Now I was really bewildered.

"Yes my dear Arlene, I am Gordon's mother and your mother-in-law now." She came to the couch giving Gordon and me a kiss.

"Yes Dear daughter of mine and Gordon is now my son-in-law."

Turning toward the doorway again was a woman and a man that looked just as my mother and father had looked when they were oh so much younger.

Perplexed was not the word as they came giving us a kiss. Lord, even my father showed affection that he never showed to me growing up.

"Sweetie, I know you're confused. We all had a hand in what happened to you. This was decided by the elders of our council to help Gordon and you for the sake of Lynn to one day perpetuate our heritage." Amanda said,

"Dear, although we do look human and essentially are. Our species has evolved to be able to do or have certain abilities that are not the norm of those on this planet." Mother said.

I jumped to my feet saying, "What a minute, are you trying to tell me that you are, we are, My Favorite Martians or Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Which ones are we?"

"Oh calm down, Stop the theatrics and sit down Honey. It’s nothing so drastic as you think. There's no invasion force coming and we do not have that type of aggressiveness toward other species. " My father said.

"Tommy Sr., Iris, I think a moment of our history may be beneficial.

Arlene dear, we came from another star system as you may have already gathered. Our planet was dying, as was our sun. As you know or learned the sun gives us life as does water. Our world and culture were based upon the seas; our food and all necessities came from the seas. Your enjoyment of seafood is part of our culture

It was decided to send explorers out to find a planet where we could live. That planet had to have the nutrients of what we considered essential to live. Our society had the technology to do space exploration to find the world or worlds to exist and thrive. We had never ventured into other star systems, as there was no need for us to do this. We had all the star charts from the various traders that visited our world.

Our scientists had calculated our people had many centuries to find another home world and move our people to it. Unfortunately, our scientists made a miscalculation. We designed and constructed one hundred Mother Ships that would support twenty five thousand explorers, that's two point five million people total, a small percentage of our planetary population.

We had made all the necessary preparations, and launched our ships, splitting into five groups. We were prepared for any eventuality for the hazards or hostilities we might encounter. It was then when we were at the fringes of the next system that we saw the one event we weren't ready for. That was the destruction of our planet by a piece of our sun that had exploded prematurely.

We all mourned those left behind and had perished. Decisions were made to form a council of elders that were comprised of the each of the ship's captains.

All the explorers on all of the ships voted and agreed to the governing council. Our squadron had twenty members of the sub-members of the council with one leader the Group Squadron Leader. The head council of elders was or is comprised of one each of the of the Group Squadron Leaders. This is our High Council of Elders.

A decision was made by all of us to travel the stars as one, all two point five million of us, to share all our resources if needed. We might have been without a home world but our technology, culture and society survives.

During our travels we had met others, not like us, non-humanoid and some like us that were humanoid. Some of our people stayed on other worlds if they were invited but mostly we remained intact.

We at last came upon this star system. We monitored this planet having received electromagnetic signals from it. The people that lived here were primitive in their technology and could be savage at times. Essentially it was close to our own world and our needs. We had no intentions to conquer it or eliminate the inhabitants. We wanted to share it.

We needed more interactions with those that populated this wondrous world. Over the span of decades we sent our scout ships to monitor the populace. We monitored everything we could to learn all we could to see if we could blend into their diverse societies and cultures. We found out that we could without detection.

We hid our Mother Ships on or near other planets in this star system. Scout Ship by Scout Ship, Shuttle by Shuttle, we descended to blend in, never to invade but to live and survive. We each made lives for ourselves and for our families. We still do have our councils but we also adhere to the laws where we inhabit. Some of us have interbred with these planetary inhabitants. We have shared technology with them although covertly leading them to believe that they were the ones that developed it. Our intentions are not to disrupt their fragile societies. Again I stress we try to assist. We at times plant the seeds to let them cultivate and harvest the rewards for all humankind.

The humans of this planet have short longevity while we tend to live much, much longer. When they reach the age of sixty they are considered senior citizens while we are still, what they refer to as teenagers or pre-teens. We must appear that we age to avoid detection."

My mind spun out of control. The questions formed then retreated suddenly into the void.

 

 

Chapter Seventeen:

 

"Are you saying that I'm different?"

"Oh yes Sweetie, we all are! When we achieved speeds beyond the speed of light, combined with traversing wormholes, we evolved somewhat. What had caused the evolution can only be guessed. We believe it was caused by a sort of radiation that we could not shield ourselves from.

Of course we are humanoid still, but with a twist. We have the ability to change shape as well as the form of others and ourselves. We cannot take the form of animals, plants or inanimate objects. We can change to other people or even change our sex. We have the ability to change those of this species on earth too. We can totally become someone else at will. Our scientists theorize this could be a normal path in our evolution it may be also a path to the inhabitants of this planet. Instead of hundreds of years the radiation accelerated our evolution very suddenly. In no way do we consider ourselves superior to anyone and neither will you.

Your mother, Iris told me that you have reached the ability to communicate with your mind. I noticed that ability at my shop but kept quiet. That is another of our gifts. The jewelry I gave you measures your abilities; you have surpassed all of us thus far in the data that was accumulated and studied.

Another gift was Lynn. Gordon loves you so much that he allowed you to impregnate him. He carried Lynn to term by becoming both male and female then birthing her as any woman would. Yes Sweetie, Lynn is your daughter."

"If Lynn is my daughter then who is the man that says he is the real Arlene?"

"That is a person we had found to portray Gordon's wife until we sensed you were ready to assume the role of wife and mother. His memory patterns had been altered not to remember anything about Gordon, you or Lynn but something had gone wrong causing him to become psychotic. He was to help draw suspicion away from Gordon having a baby. He was made into your present form, which in reality is your real form and genetic structure. We did not foresee the problems that would occur to you or Lynn. We have but two choices with him; destroy him or to have that person committed to psychiatric care. We prefer the non-violent way. We cannot take a life needlessly it is not our way as your father said."

Holy Crap, I screwed an E.T., the E.T. screwed me and had my baby, wait a minute I'm an E.T. too. My thoughts ran wild. Confused was an understatement. I needed to think! I needed breathing room!

I ran from the den, through the house, to the kitchen. I ran out the kitchen door to the deck patio. For an unknown reason I took off all my clothing and dived into the pool. The water engulfed my body giving me the required peace and solitude I needed. I started to feel recharged mentally. It was as if the water had metaphysical properties to heal me, to know who or what I really am.

I wasn't an imaginary comic book, movie, or television character with amazing powers. I am a human with abilities that any human would covet. I was flesh, bone and blood, yet I could manipulate it. I had memories of a past life, now I had memories of a new life. I was a man, then a woman. I have the genetic structure of a woman yet I was a man. I have a husband but I wasn't married. I have a daughter but I didn't birth her, yet she was mine.

I made peace with myself, that peace was to accept myself as I am now.

'Arlene, get dressed and please come back to the Den.' the thought roared into my head. It was from Amanda.

Getting out of the pool and dressed, I began to walk back to the Den. Entering I sat next to Gordon taking a hand of his into mine. Both of us smiled with me giving him a kiss.

"Are you feeling better? I really do love you, we both need you Darling," he whispered softly.

I felt a bit embarrassed at this open display of affection in front of his mother and my parents. I also felt that my life until now was a lie or a tremendous fantasy. My life until then was like a teenager that had been totally out of control. Could I assume the responsibilities of being who and what I was? Could I accept my birthright?

"Yes Sweetie, we feel that you can handle the responsibilities. No, your life previously was a learning experience to prepare you. What we dumped onto you proved you could sally forth to the situation." Iris my mother said.

"Honey, let's face all the facts. As a man you were a failure. Your personal life was a mess, although your business or career life was doing well. Even your own family members thought you were on the road to self-destruction. Your sisters and brother wanted to help you and you pushed them away." My father said.

"If you walk away now the High Council of Elders has decreed you be mind wiped, if that is done it may destroy you physically. I beg you to accept the gifts that have been granted. You are to be presented to the High Council in one month for you decision. As your mother-in-law and your mother we have been asked to mentor you." Amanda added solemnly.

 

 

Chapter Seventeen:

 

What the hell was a mind wipe? Presented to the High Council for a decision? Acceptance of my gifts? What were my Gifts? All I could do was try.

"Gordon and Daddy, will you help me also?"

I knew at once that Gordon would, by the kiss he gave me and the way he held me to him.

"Honey, I think by now you realize we, each and every one of us will.

For the first time in my life, I went to my father and kissed him as any of his daughters would. I was back in the family fold once again.

On this note Amanda said, "I think that our purpose has been completed here. I think that we should leave so that they can have some time to themselves and our granddaughter."

On that note, Lynn began to cry. I gave them all a hug and a kiss before I ran upstairs to take care of Lynn.

Picking her up I already knew she needed to be changed. Wow, was I getting good at this diaper-changing thing. Within minutes she was cleaned, powdered and changed, we even played as I was changing her. When I took her to the rocker Gordon was standing in the doorway smiling.

"Did they leave yet?"

Sure, but you know our mothers, they wanted to come and help you."

I rolled my eyes, making Gordon laugh as Lynn started to feed from my breast.

Gordon came over to us at the rocker saying, " Are you angry about what happened tonight?"

"I was, along with being scared senseless and very shocked."

"I was going to tell you myself. Mother was the one that felt we all should tell you. She felt it was the responsibility of the family to support you. I didn't agree at first but I saw her point later this evening."

"Okay, what other surprises do all of you have in store for me?"

"Please don't be that way. All of us look upon our abilities as gifts. We don't use them for our own gain but to try to help others that do need the help.

Do you remember Professor Carlson?"

"Sure, the old crackpot had a revolutionary concept for the storage of electrical power. Everyone in the investment industry has run into him at one time or another. He was always trying to get the funds for his project." I said as I shifted Lynn to my other breast.

"No one would help him. His theory was sound as was the prototype. I called in a few of our scientific people to check it out. Well the storage device was similar to those that we had on our ships. Sure it was crude with one or two flaws but the man thought of the device without higher technological help. He was worthy of assistance by us.

I helped him by getting a patent on the device. Several companies are bidding to license his device. We have a few of our people helping him at his laboratory to maintain his theory. This man may very well become the Thomas Alva Edison of this century."

My admiration for Gordon increased. I could see he wasn't out for his own gain. He was following apparently, what the High Council decreed as no interference into the development of mankind on this planet.

Lynn had once again fallen asleep. I took her to the crib and placed her into it covering her with the blanket. I kissed her lightly as did Gordon. Together we stood by Lynn’s crib Gordon had his arm around my waist holding me to him. This alone was worth what I had gone through today.

Gordon gently took my hand leading me from the nursery to our (our?) bedroom. Ever so gently he took me into his arms and kissed me. My thoughts and emotions were those of a woman with a man that she loved. I wanted and needed him badly. I felt his emotions and passions grow climbing to the mountainous summit. We were achieving the pinnacle of our emotions. I could feel the love he had for me not the physical type of love but the mental type. There was a sexual energy that I had never felt. There was a mental and physical bonding between us as we merged into one being, one essence. I had never felt like this before with any other lover. Was this a normal feeling? Was Gordon my true mate? Oh, I do truly hope so!!!

The experiences I had were those that went beyond description.

Breaking the magic of our spell, I had to go relieve myself desperately. Before entering the bathroom I stopped at my closet, I remembered that I had seen several peignoir sets that I had seen hanging. I decided that if I was to give myself bodily as a woman this night, to this man, I was going to be the epitome of what is called femininely erotic.

This night we would be one as we had been before. Previously when we had met there was something in me that said I wanted more. I had wished that we had more time with each other now we have a lifetime to be with each other.

 

 

Chapter Eighteen:

 

I remembered the rituals of female preparation prior to being made love to. I never expected that I was to be making those exact same preparations or to have the same plumbing and hormones as any other woman of this world. Granted that if I recalled what was said earlier that I have the ability to be whatever sex I wanted to be. We’ll see, but I do have an idea that this is the form I will and would prefer.

Brushing my hair, checking my make-up, adding perfume, I inhaled deeply to relieve any tensions I had.

Gordon had set the mood by turning down the lights in the bedroom as I entered. I thought that this man was very sensitive in his nature to do this, setting a mood for us.

He walked toward me to finally embrace me within his loving and caring arms, kissing me with a fervor I had not expected. All I can say is the nervousness I felt earlier was for naught. Gordon was so very loving, and gentle with me; again my love grew more intense for him. Our passions grew fiercer as we lingered together. I wanted him; I needed him inside of me immediately. I wanted us to have more children together, only this time I would bring our babies to term.

Our lovemaking was so very intense, my sensory organs had peaked, and he knew just what to do to arouse me to such great heights. I was on sensory overload. Those heights brought forth a new meaning to joining as one in this act of human nature, love and sexual need. Gordon knew of the needs this new body of mine had. His nature was to fulfill all of my needs. I was now whole in my existence as being his life partner. I was his and he was mine.

No more would I grieve for my former life. My new life and joys were those of being Gordon’s mate, friend, wife and mother of his babies. We had both experienced our connubiality of intimacy that married couples share together.

As we lay entwined in each other’s arms. I felt that this was right. This is what I always should have been. I know Gordon can hear my thoughts. I wanted him to hear them. My thoughts screamed that I truly did love him.

At first I was jealous of the first Arlene to have shared Gordon so intimately. I also thought that it was of Gordon’s need of sex.

"Darling, she was not you. We never shared our bodies as you and I have. " Gordon said kissing me lovingly, and I returning that kiss.

I believed him. I think I would have felt any deceit on his part. Many times that night we enjoyed each other’s bodies in so many ways. We never seemed to be fatigued with our lovemaking marathon. Our mutual satisfaction was pleasing and to be with each other in their arms.

We were resting and embracing after the throes of the night’s passions.

"Do you prefer me this way or the other when I was a male?" I asked Gordon.

"Oh no, from now on you’ll carry our babies. I love you but I do prefer you to be this way. I had some really strange looks from clients and people in the corporation not privy to my condition.

I was congratulated by those of the inner circle of our people and co-workers that worked for me, now us.

My dear wife, although I do really love and care for you, you must do the birthing for us."

"Okay Sweets, but I want a full gorgeous wedding with all the trimmings, guests, and wedding gown. You know the works. Now how do you plan to accomplish that little feat? You’ve had the milk now you have to buy the cow."

Before he could say anything Lynn woke up crying. I was dressed and running down the hallway putting on my robe. I glanced at him briefly from the corner of my eye. Gordon was nodding his head and had a gigantic grin on his face. I knew deep in my mind that he expected what I had said. I may have his rings but I wanted the legality of a wedding with me saying the words, I Do.

Walking into the nursery I saw the blood stains in the rug. That was a reminder to me of what had happened to the baby and myself earlier. I shivered a bit and hurriedly walked to the crib to take Lynn into my arms.

While we both got comfortable in our rocker I began to relive the events that could have led to our demise. They were not pleasant thoughts. I had to block those thoughts from my mind. I began to sing to my daughter those songs that mother had once sung to all us children. The songs brought a tranquility that we needed closing my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep in the rocker. I opened them as Gordon was gently shaking me.

"I came to check on you when I didn’t hear you singing anymore. I’ll tuck Lynn into bed while you go back to bed, Honey. Later we’ll talk some more."

I handed Gordon our daughter Lynn after I gave her a kiss. As soon as I was into bed I was asleep.

I awoke around 8am, I expected Gordon to be in bed with me. I turned my head noticing he was gone. I remained in the comfort and security of my bed until I heard the doorknob turn. The fear ran through me remembering the experiences of the previous day. Did that man escape custody? I started to shake violently.

"It’s only us Sweetie. Are you awake?" Amanda said sweetly as she and my mother (Their younger versions) walked into the room

"You know you scared the hell out of me. I thought that psychopath returned to really kill us this time."

"How are you feeling today? Gordon said to let you sleep but we have many things to teach you. C’mon sleepy head get out of bed. First of all get a bathing suit on." Amanda said.

"Amanda…………?"

"Don’t talk back to your mother-in-law. Oh one other thing young lady I taught you respect, you will address Amanda as mother just as you do to me." My mother said smiling.

"Alright mother I get the message."

I was out of bed and making it up. What the hell was I doing? I never made my bed. I had always left it for the housekeeper to do. Oh shit, I’m the housekeeper now! Dishes! Dusting! Vacuuming! Oh my Lord, Laundry! Mom smiled as she saw the look of astonishment on my face. She knew I had always been a slob in my previous life. Now I’ve gone from slob to little miss perfect.

"Mother don’t you dare say a word, not one word, I saw that smile."

I went to my dresser and saw that all the bathing suits I had were the skimpiest of all the bikinis ever made, I’ve seen handkerchiefs that were larger. After moving things around I found a red floral patterned one-piece suit that I could live with.

I took the suit and retrieved a pair of beach sandals from my closet. Going in to the bathroom I took a fast shower and cleaned myself from the previous nights love festival. I had to admit I have never felt more alive in my life. I was needed, loved and wanted by two people, my baby and my husband. I enjoyed my new feelings although the emotions were hard to deal with at times.

I dried off with one of the very large bath towels not bothering to blow dry my hair even though it was damp. I ran a quick brush through it brushing it back.

Stepping into my swimsuit, adjusting my shoulder straps and breasts into the cups. I looked into the mirror absolutely stunned at the reflection peering back at me. The suit was cut high up at the thighs, the girl in the mirror had her breasts almost falling out of the cups showing a large percentage of cleavage. Each curve was highly accented. She could give any man an erection if he wasn’t dead. I smiled and the girl smiled back. I admitted to myself that I was very pleased with this new form. I decided to use just lipstick and no other make-up. Slipping on the beach sandals I took one more look into the mirror being again pleased with the image I saw and it projected.

Upon re-entering the bedroom I could see both my mother and Amanda had a look of approval on their faces.

"Lynn's all ready for you downstairs with your secretary and chef. We mixed up some formula and gave it to her this morning. She didn’t have any problems with it." Amanda said.

Secretary, housekeeper, chef? I have a housekeeper and I made the bed? Where was she yesterday? My confusion must have been noticeable on my face.

"Yes dear, you have a housekeeper, secretary, chef and chauffeur. And your housekeeper is off today. The Nanny doesn’t come for several months. So now you have complete household staff to help you. Yesterday was their day off."

Damn, I forgot about that ability. I’ll have to be more careful in what I’m thinking. How in the hell do I block anyone from hearing my private thoughts? I felt like a child learning how to roller-skate or ride a bicycle for the first time.

"You’ll learn darling. It takes time and practice. We all had to learn the techniques as will you." Iris said.

Amanda handed me a wrap and taking me by the arm leading me out the bedroom with my mother following closely behind us.

Instead of going into the kitchen, I was taken to the dining room where a buffet had been set up. In my old body I was virtually a pig that ate anything that clogged my arteries. I was careful as now I have a baby to take care of as well as myself. I ate healthy this morning but in haste. I wanted to learn all I could my, survival depended on my learning. I wanted to see and be with my daughter and Gordon for many years. My Lord did I just say that?

Oh hell yes I did! What was wrong with saying or thinking that?

 

In my mindset I had to be a very strong individual to come to terms with my two lives. I had to forget my past and look toward the future no matter what it held. In my past I was very rapacious putting myself above all others and things. Most of my regrets were in the lack of communication with my immediate family. I tended to be very materialistic especially with my past divorce. She took everything I had, from my hidden retirement accounts to the dog. I was depressed for months after that episode of my life. I was involved with the use of all the heavy drugs, solidly addicted to alcohol and the use of sex as a toy to be pleasured and to please. It was from there that my path of destruction was evident to those around me. I refused all help from anyone, as I didn’t feel I had a problem. There were things or thoughts subconsciously that I could not retrieve. Perhaps this is the reason or reasons of my depravations. In truth I was never a man but a mirror image or doppelganger of one. I may have had the genitals but could not face the reality of life. I just don’t know.

The past was the past now I look forward to my new life and future. I had to succeed in my skills, as this was the first time in decades that I have felt loved and needed by anyone. I have everything going for me now, a husband that loves me and a daughter that needs me. I have been brought back into the folds of the family I deserted. Yes, I have no regrets coming into this life although my thoughts did stray to the man that wanted to kill Lynn and me. Would he gain his freedom? Would he try to kill us again if freed? I was near a panic state again from my fears.

Gordon and my brother Tommy would never allow that man to ever have his freedom again. Once again I had to learn all I could to protect Lynn and myself from any dangers we may face.

I gazed at the smiling faces of Amanda and my mother. I knew they heard my thoughts. I was glad they did hear them. I wanted them to know that I intended to be their star pupil.

We three left the table going directly to the kitchen. A middle-aged lady dressed in the white clothing and hat of a chef was occupying the baby. I felt Amanda prodding my thoughts telling me that this woman’s name was Carmen Esperanza and was from Barcelona, Spain. She has worked for Gordon for five years and is a widow. Her two children are grown and still live in Spain.

"Good Morning Carmen. The Breakfast was superb as usual. Has Lynn been good for you?" I said smiling.

"She has been no problem Senora. Are you going swimming as usual this morning?"

"Yes"

"Do you wish for the baby to remain here?"

"No, She needs the air. Besides her grandmothers are here. They’ll make excellent babysitters." I said as I picked Lynn up into my arms.

"Paul and Eve are outside cleaning the pool for you, Senora."

All I could say was thank you to her. She seemed to be a sweet lady by the way Lynn was behaving she enjoyed her company. Children may be simplistic but they frequently can sense whom they like or dislike.

We all walked through the door to the pool area. In daylight it was impressive, as was the view of the ocean and its sandy beaches. The morning light reflected from the water giving it a speculum effect. I had to just gaze at the water it gave me the feeling of serenity that I required. It reached into the depths of my substance. I was brought out of my daydreaming by a woman and man coming toward us.

They looked to both be in their late twenties or perhaps their early thirties. Both of them were of the same height at 5’9" or 5’10" inches tall with dark brown hair and eyes. Neither appeared to have an ounce of fat on their bathing suited bodies. They both smiled as they came over to us.

"Well Arlene are you ready to begin?" Paul asked.

I looked at both Amanda and my mother with a questioning look. Did Paul know everything? I felt the panic setting in again.

"Ah Sweetie, Paul and Eve are just like us."

Oh crap, two more that I had to keep my thoughts from. I looked quizzically at Amanda and my mother.

"Would one of you mind holding Lynn for me?"

"Oh no Darling, She has to remain with you. Your mother didn’t know this technique when you and your sister’s and brother were born on this planet. Please get into the pool." Eve said smiling.

This man and woman, together with my mother-in-law and my mother were to be my instructors. Eve and Paul previously had been part of the security forces with our ships. It was asked of them to accept the assignment of protecting Lynn and me. It was explained to me that what had happen to us was an accident causing the dementia of the man that attacked us. They had performed a mind wipe of the individual and returned him to his previous form. Unknown to them the person had a chemical imbalance causing the events that occurred. They had not expected the man to return to the house or the confrontation that ensued. The events that unfolded were a learning experience to all of us. It was decided at a High Council meeting that I was to be protected at all times until I had was fully trained in the abilities we possessed.

That morning I learned a great deal of our heritage, home planet, the journey, customs and the gifts we had received through our evolution. I learned how important water was to our society how all life came from it. I learned that water was a rejuvenator to us. I saw for the first time the ecological implications of pollution. I had learned that while maturing that we utilized a larger portion of our brain then our cousins of this world. Our brains chemical and electrical structures were stronger and therefore more intense.

I had learned that through the decrees of the High council of the Elders that our gifts could be used to further enrich the lives of the inhabitants of Earth but as was told before we could not interfere in the evolution of the inhabitants. We were to share our technology in ways to have the inhabitants believe their inspirations were their own. We could help in the enhancement or refinement of their ideas but never tell anyone directly. This was done with a gentle touch with our minds, perhaps at a business meeting when the inventor was greeted.

I learned relaxation and concentration techniques that were necessary to manipulate the gifts we acquired. I learned how to protect my thoughts from all others, to allow them to know what I wanted them to know. It was similar to building a wall around my mind to contain my thoughts. We called it a wall of privacy.

During a brief interlude of my learning process and during the feeding of Lynn my thoughts focused on the Einsteinian Theories, Tesla and other scientists. I wondered what they would think of if they knew of us, our knowledge and our abilities. I could see the wisdom of the Elders to let the people on this planet evolve normally without interference. We are not gods but human beings that have evolved.

I was astonished to find out fully of the gifts we received. If the people of this planet became aware of them our safety would be jeopardy even though we are a peaceful, non-aggressive society. Granted we could change our bodies to mimic others but it was the other gifts that had far reaching implications or consequences.

We have the ability to levitate objects altering the gravitational stability and the molecular bonding of the object. As we mature the weights of the objects we can lift and the range increase.

We have the ability to alter our molecular structure to become transparent. Okay, we become invisible. The ability was caused somehow by our bodily ability to be able to refract and absorb light through a chemical and electrical process simultaneously. I was like a kid in a candy store that had limited money to spend; I wanted everything. I thought of all the times in the past that I could have used that ability. Oh the Woman’s Locker Rooms I could have visited or the boardrooms of companies to get their inside information. Subsequently, I was chastised by my mentors for those thoughts. I was told to proceed slowly and with caution. It was then I thought of the folly of my thoughts and why there were the safeguards or restrictions that the Elders had placed on all of us. I grew up at that moment to realize the potentials and responsibilities I was given.

I could see by the faces of those in the pool with me that my realizations were at once correct. There was yet a gnawing feeling that I was still not disclosed everything.

While we were in the pool, my sisters came, the three of them en masse, Irene, Sheila and Karla. Each of them looked so much younger then I saw them last.

"Well isn’t that a lovely sight to behold. Is she learning the techniques?" Irene said smiling.

When Irene said those words I knew at once they were all involve in this deception. I was angered but held my temper.

"You all knew! Why didn’t you confide in me?"

"Oh Calm down Sis. We were told to keep quiet. We also knew that you would call Irene first for any help. That was predictable to your given nature." Sheila said

"You were told to be quiet? By whom Sis?"

"I still can’t say except it wasn’t by anyone present or by Gordon." Sheila said.

"What you are learning we learned decades ago the only difference was we are not as gifted as you are. Your energies in comparison to ours are off the scales and so are Lynn's abilities." Irene said.

"In order to control Lynn's abilities you needed to become disciplined. She will be a handful." Paul said.

"Oh isn’t this great! I lose a life that I’ve built. I become a teenager again and a girl no less. I’ll have Monthly Cycles and PMS now that I never had before. I find out that I have assumed the role of a nursing mother. I found out I’m married to a man that had our baby. I find out that we’re all Aliens not just to this country, but also to this planet. I have a demented jerk that wants to kill Lynn and me. I have unearthly abilities that the governments or individuals would try to use for their own gain if discovered. If I don’t learn to control my abilities I’ll be toast. What the hell else are you keeping from me? I know, I’ll revert or evolve to an old movie monster from a Hollywood Grade "B" movie. I know the INS will get me!" I said angrily.

I took Lynn and myself from the pool, I saw a privacy gate leading to the ocean. I needed to get away from everyone just to be able to calm down. I started to walk toward the gate when there was a tremendous burst of energy that shattered the wooden gate to splinters. The force seemed to emanate from inside the property forcing the wooden splinters away from us. I stood still terrified, shaking with Lynn in my arms crying. My eyes were wide open in fear.

"Are you alright? Arlene?"

I couldn’t respond even though I heard and felt Paul close to me. What the hell happened? Was I responsible for what had happened to the wooden gate? My Lord, I’m a weapon! I could have killed someone!

"I’m going to take Arlene to the ocean. I need to calm her down. She’ll be alright. Call Gordon and tell him what happened." Paul said.

He took my arm and led my cataleptic body through the remnants of the gate and to the beach. The three of us entered the waters of the ocean. I started to come alive again; Lynn stopped her crying feeling the ocean waters and nestled in my arms.

"Are you feeling better?" Paul asked.

All I could do was to nod my head signifying yes. I began to cry heavily then started to compose myself.

"Gordon will be here soon, but all of us will stay here."

I felt the presence of someone else close. The water was not altogether cold in temperature as the waves broke against us.

"Are you Okay Sweetheart?" It was Eve.

"Sure, at least I think I am."

"Remember the relaxation techniques we taught you." Paul said.

We went a bit further into deeper water. I made sure that the water touched Lynn but allowed her to breathe. The calming effect both of the water and waves continued to wash over me. I felt the presence of Paul and Eve along with another presence still.

I had never felt like this before, as there was a euphoric sensitivity that enveloped us. I became myself slowly sweeping the emotion of fear from myself. That fear appeared to leave Lynn too as she began to laugh and giggle.

I felt that presence again but now I was able to put a direction to it. It came from the sea; I looked out to the direction it came from seeing noting.

As if on command four bluish gray dolphins leaped from the water no more then twenty yards away from us. After their feat they walked on their tails over the water, which to me was signifying a greeting to us. They put on a show for us, the sea did not seem so bleak and foreboding, as it once seemed to be.

These creatures of the wild came to Lynn and me, nuzzling us with their noises. I returned their greeting by petting their dorsal fin and around their blowholes. These friendly creatures of the wild seemed to be drawn to us. They swam to all of us playfully for at least fifteen minutes then going back out to sea.

"It is said by the elders that dolphins hold the power of healing. To learn from them the secrets to heal." Paul said

We all turned to make our way back to the shoreline. I noticed that there were people gathered near the homes on the beachfront. Every one of these people waved to us in greeting. I heard some of the thoughts that they expressed that this was the first time in many years that they had seen the dolphins come this close into the shore or to be with people. I felt the joyous emotions emanating from these people.

It was then that the people stated yelling to us. The yelling was close to panicky screams for us to get out of the water quickly. Turning toward the sea I saw a dorsal fin in the shape of a crescent moon with a bluish black color. I had only seen that type of fin in books and at Seaworld. It was the fin of the infamous Orca Whale also called the Killer Whale. Observing further I saw several more coming directly toward us.

Mentally I was touched by Paul and Eve not to become distressed. I was told to observe as these creatures were observing us. They had sensed and been told by their cousins the dolphins we were different than most humans.

I knew there was the aspect of danger as I slowly extended an arm to the lead Orca of the Pod. I touched its back and was rewarded by it turning over on its side exposing it stomach area. Most animals if they show their stomach area it meant surrender. I felt that this was a sign meaning, we accept you.

Each animal of the Pod, five in all, did the same to Lynn and me allowing me to touch them. I touched all in greeting, I knew this was a significant gesture by these creatures but I did not know what the significance was.

When all had been touched they swam off to the depths of the ocean they came from. We all marveled at the graceful nature of all these creatures watching them swim off.

"You did well in your first contact. We have to get back to the house now." Paul said vocally.

The crowds of people were still gathered and there appeared to be more coming down the beachfront. When we were out of the water walking through the sand many people expressed their opinions. Many of the neighbors said that was the first time in many years that they had seen the Orca and Dolphins come this close to the shoreline. They hoped that they would return again. They all expressed the opinion that we were very fortunate not to have been hurt or killed.

I was feeling euphoric after this event the elevation of this state was increased by the people that had seen the event. My thoughts of distress of the earlier events of my gifts took a backseat.

 

(End Of Part 1)

 

 

 

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