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 "I don't know how we can do it," Joe replied.  "Maybe somebody
here has some ideas.  I don't know what we gotta do, but I don't
think anyone should fly the Lear till we figure out what's going
on."

     "Yeah, but don't worry, when the guys find about this, I don't
think I could drag anybody into that airplane," Jim agreed.

     "Jim, I don't know what's going to happen, but it's just
possible that we're stuck like this.  What's your opinion on what
Honeybone will do about it?" Joe asked.

     "Damn, Joe, I don't know," Jim answered.  "I never heard of
anything like this.  I do think that they should do everything
possible.  They will, if I have anything to do about it.  What do
you want Honeybone to do, Joe?"

     "I don't know," Joe said.  "I know I look different, but I
just hope that the company doesn't decide that I would be better
off unemployed."

     "If Honeybone is at fault here, I'll raise all kinds of hell
if they try to get rid of any of you," Jim said.  He meant it, too.

     Doctor Krell, followed closely by Dave Skinner, came through
the door at the end of the hall.  Jim turned around and watched as
his other pilot/engineer came down the hall.  Dr. Krell held out
his hand to Jim.

     "Mr. Matheney, I'm Benjamin Krell.  I guess you see what kind
of situation your guys are in," the little doctor said.

     "What's causing this, doc?" Jim asked.  "What can be done
about it?"  Jim Matheney was a problem solver, and he was used to
getting things done, not just talking about it.

     "It is a difficult problem," Dr. Krell said.  "I know of
nothing, no phenomenon, which can cause this.  It seems as though
their bodies' chromosomes have been altered.  We have just started
the analysis, and that's all we have so far.  I will have to look
at the results of the other physical examinations, but I know that
Joe here, has the total outward appearance of a normal female."

     "Can you correct or reverse this thing?" Jim asked.

     "I don't know," Dr. Krell answered.  "I don't see how, but I
really need to study the problem some more.  I'd like to see what
you have at work; what they were operating in the Learjet airplane.
I'd also like to get them to my clinic in San Diego where I can run
more tests, and where we have more people skilled in this area."

     "If you need to go to San Diego, then get over there," Jim
said.  "Joe, you can take the 421 if you want.  Nobody's using it,
and there is nothing scheduled on it for the rest of the month.
Can you still fly?"

     "I don't know why not, Jim," Joe answered.  "Maybe I look like
a woman now, but I haven't had the urge to sit home and bake
cookies, or anything like that.  Of course I can still fly."  Just
the question rankled Joe a bit.

     "Sorry Joe, I didn't mean to offend you," Jim apologized.
"It's a little difficult to comprehend that you're the same person.
You sure look a lot different."

     "It's okay, Jim," Joe said.  "I know I look different.  I feel
different too, but inside, it's still me.  I'd sure appreciate it
if you'd try to treat us the same as before, much as possible
anyway.  It's hard enough to get used to this, without everybody
treating us like we were entirely different people.  Our bodies
have changed, but our brains are the same."  He hoped that was
true.  He was starting to have doubts.

     "Joe, can we get you over to San Diego tomorrow?" Dr. Krell
asked.  "I'd like all three of you there, if possible.  I have
called, and we can begin running tests in the afternoon, if
possible."

     "What about the Lear?" Joe asked.  He wanted to know what
caused this to happen to him.

     "I'd like to go over to where the airplane is later this
afternoon," Dr. Krell answered.  "Maybe we can figure out a way to
run some experiments on it.  I'll need to see what you are talking
about.  You won't have to be involved in that, however.  Some of my
people, and maybe Mr. Matheney here, can do that.  I want to find
out the extent of your symptoms, as soon as possible."

     "If Dave and I fly the 421 to San Diego, we might get checked
by the Feds," Joe said.  "What do you think they'd say about us?
Our tickets still have an M in the sex column."

     "I'll call Fred, and get an opinion from him," Jim answered.
"Maybe he can make a decision himself, or can call Oklahoma City."
They both had a low opinion of their FAA representative's ability
to deal with new situations.

     "Well, I've got to get back to my office," Dr. Krell said.
"Dave, I think they're about ready for you upstairs."

     Joe looked at Dave.  He saw that Mike looked at him too.  They
both knew what was in store for their friend.  Dave just looked at
both of them, with a confused look on his face.  Mike and Joe just
grinned smugly.  Dave followed Dr. Krell into his office.  Mike sat on
the couch, and began
squirming around trying to get
comfortable.  Jim saw him wincing, and asked what his problem was.

     "Well, ah... I ah... Jim... Well, you see," Mike stammered,
"they have this stainless steel tool.  It looks kind of like a
safety wire pliers with spoons on the end.  Well, they take this
thing, and they put it inside you, and they open it up.  I'll tell
you, you wouldn't want to try it." Mike, with his face red with
embarrassment, tried to describe his pelvic exam.

     "You had one of those, Mike?" Jim said, eyeing the big guy
carefully.  "You've changed that much too?  I didn't know... I
didn't realize you had changed that much.  You look pretty much the
same."

     "I'm not the same, Jim," Mike said, a bit of sarcasm creeping
into his voice.  "I'm not the same.  You should see what I look
like without this stuff on.  I may still look like a guy, but right
now I don't feel like one.  Right now, it feels like my balls were
cut off with a dull knife.  Hell, it kinda looks like it too."

     "Well, if there is anything that can be done, it will be
done," Jim promised.

     Joe, Mike and Jim sat outside Dr. Krell's office for about
forty-five minutes.  Dr. Krell had taken Dave upstairs after
interviewing him.  He came down alone about thirty minutes later,
and went into his office.  About ten minutes after that, Karen
brought a stiff walking Dave Skinner back down, and took him into
Dr. Krell's office.  She came back out alone, and sat down on the
couch with the three of them.  Joe introduced Karen to the others.
He did not mention her past.

     "This is Dr. Krell's nurse and assistant, Karen Simpson.
Among her other talents, she's an instrument pilot," Joe added.

     Karen said hello to each of them, and asked Joe what he was
doing later.  Joe looked at Jim.

     "I guess we're going to look at the Lear, to see what, or how
we can try to find out what happened," Jim said.  "We'll have to
wait for Dr. Krell's word."

     "Would you like to come along?" Joe asked.  He liked to be
around Karen.

     "Yeah, I would," Karen answered.  "This whole thing is so
bizarre.  I'd like to know what caused it, myself."

     She remained sitting on the couch.  It was obvious that she
was also waiting for Dave to finish with Dr. Krell.  Finally, the
door opened, and a long faced Dave skinner came out.  Dr. Krell was
right behind him.

     "Would it be possible to see this airplane, and the equipment
they were using?" Dr. Krell asked.

     "I'm ready to go whenever you want," Jim answered.

     "Dr. Krell, if you have no objections, Joe's invited me to
come along, and I'd sure like to," Karen asked.

     "Sure, Karen.  It might be helpful to have you along anyway,"
Dr. Krell said.

     They all followed Jim out, but when they got to the parking
lot, they stopped to decide how to split up.

     "Dr. Krell, I have a company Ford sedan, and it will hold
four, or five, easily," Jim said.

     "I'll take Joe, and follow you," Karen said quickly.

     "Mike, you and Dave want to ride with us?" Jim asked.

     "Sure, why not?" Mike answered.  He and Dave followed them to
the Ford in the public lot.  Joe followed Karen to her car, in the
employee lot.

     Karen and Joe were out first, and they headed straight for
Deer Valley airport.  When they came down the road near the field,
Joe pointed out the hangar, and Karen drove right up to it.  Joe
was getting nervous again, as he knew there was a guard on duty who
knew him as a male.  He did not have his company ID, and he did not
want to have to explain his problem to the guard anyway.  He
suggested that they wait for Jim to arrive with the others, in the
Ford.

     Before long, Jim drove up, and parked next to the white
Toyota.  Joe and Karen got out and went over to the others.  They
went to the gate, and Jim showed his badge to the person in the
guard shack.  The guard handed them a clipboard, and asked them to
sign in.  Joe quickly signed his name, and hoped that the guard
would not look at their names.  He was wrong.

     "Joe?  Joe Bates?  We have somebody here by that name," he
said.  When Dave, and Mike signed on, he looked at them carefully.
Joe did not say anything, and neither did the others.  They quickly
walked through the gate, and into the hanger.

     "There's the Lear," Jim said, mainly for Dr. Krell's informa-
tion.  They walked over to the sleek aircraft, and Joe spun the
handle, and opened the two piece door.  He peered inside.  "What's
in here that could have caused this to happen?" he thought.  He
looked around at the test gear that was attached to the seat
tracks.

     "I believe there is a portable transmitter, or something?" Dr.
Krell asked.

     "Yeah, that's over in the lab," Joe answered.  "We can go look
at that if you like."

     "I believe it may be something worth looking into," Dr. Krell
said.  "I have heard that high power radio energy can cause cell
damage, and there is very little information compiled about how it
affects the chromosomes."

     "Well, it would be easy to set up, and operate, but how would
we test it?" Jim said.  "We have a cage back at the plant which we
could use to isolate the RF from everybody.  Maybe we should try
that."

     They walked passed the Cessna 421.  Karen walked over to one
of the engines, and ran her hand down the leading edge of a prop
blade.

     "How long since you've flown?" Joe asked.

     "Almost four years," Karen said.  "I've never renewed my
medical since I started on hormones.  I guess I do miss it a
little."

     "Maybe you could come along to San Diego," Jim said.  "I'll
get you time in this thing if you want."

     "Wouldn't miss it if I can get away," Karen said.  "I'll have
to ask Dr. Hopkins."

     "Well, if you can get away, I'd like it if you could come
along," Joe said.  He liked having Karen around.

     Jim and Dr. Krell discussed the possible ways they could run
tests on the equipment.  The possibility of using animals was
considered.  Dr. Krell said he'd have to study the idea, since he
was not familiar with that type of testing.  He said he would
consult some of his colleagues.

     Finally, they were finished looking at the aircraft and
equipment.

     "Let's go talk to the guys in the lab," Jim said.  "I'll show
you the transmitters."

     Joe, Karen, Mike, and Dave all followed Jim and Dr. Krell into
one of the labs located in the rooms on the sides of the big
hanger.  They went in, and saw the yellow painted chassis which
contained the relatively low power test transmitters used for
functional tests of the new GPS navigation receivers.

     "How close to the antenna are you, during ground tests?" Dr.
Krell asked.

     "Well, as close as a few feet to as far as a mile," Mike said.
The operation of the transmitters was his area of expertise.

     "How can we test this in a controlled environment?" Dr. Krell
asked.

     "Back at the plant we have a radiation containment room, a
type of wire cage," Jim answered.  "Little or no radio energy
escapes from the cage."

     "I think that's what we should use to test the transmitter,"
Dr. Krell said.  "Since we are unsure of the area of danger, it
would be best to contain it completely."

     "We'll bring a transmitter to the plant tomorrow," Jim said.
"How can we test this?  Don't we need a test case, a volunteer?"

     "I'm not sure yet," Dr. Krell said.  "I can get access to some
animal subjects, and I think we should start there.  If it happens
that it seems to be the transmitters which cause the cell changes,
and I would suspect that it is.  I think we could easily get human
volunteers if it was likely that they might result in changes like
those on Joe here."

     Joe blushed as everyone looked at him.  It was probably true,
if there were others like Karen, this machine could be the answer
to their prayers.  An operational "Instant Sex Change" machine
would surely be a revolutionary piece of hardware.  A far greater
technological advance than the GPS Navigation Program.  Unfortu-
nately, he was perhaps a victim of this new discovery, and might
have to live the rest of his life with the result.

     "I think we should call the Feds," Joe said.  "I want to know
if I'm legal when I fly.  I'm worried when I drive, and if I and
Dave have to go to San Diego tomorrow, I want to know what my
status is."

     "Well, let's call Fred," Jim said.  Fred was the FAA GADO Rep.
who dealt closely with Honeybone.

     They went into the empty flight planning office and picked up
the phone.  Fred Holmes' office number was on the quick dialer.  He
answered almost immediately.

     "Fred, we seem to have a little problem that we need an
opinion on," Jim said.  "Three of my guys seem to have received
some kind of cell change or something, and we think it might be
something we're doing here on the GPS project.  We don 't yet have
any proof of that yet, but we'd like to run some tests on it.  We
have a Dr. Krell who specializes in chromosomal problems, and he'd
like our people to come to his office in San Diego.  I'd like to
let them go in the 421, but they aren't sure what the FAA's feelings
are on things like this."

     Jim stopped talking for an instant, as he listened to what the
FAA man was saying.

     "Yeah, it's my two pilot/engineers, Joe Bates, and Dave
Skinner," He said.  "Well, it's weird.  They seem to have changed
sex, or at least they look like it."

     Jim waited, as the man on the other end did something that
took a few minutes.

     "No, they haven't been taking any drugs, or hormones, or
anything like that," Jim said.  "I don't think so anyway." Jim
looked at Joe, and Dave, who shook their heads to the negative.

     "No, they haven't had surgery, or anything like that either,"
Jim said into the phone.  "They have just come from Hillcrest were
they were given a clean bill of health.  There don't seem to be any
health problems at all.  It's just that they have undergone some
unusual changes.  They both look sort of like they've changed into
females.  That's all we know, so far."

     "Yeah, that's all.  We've just turned into women.  That's
all," Joe thought.  "It's a lot different to say it than to have it
happen to you."

     "Sure their medicals are current," Jim said.  "Yeah, I can
give them a quick check ride.  I know that they don't have any
physical problems." Jim was a flight instructor, as was Joe, but he
was also a designated flight examiner.

     "Okay, sounds reasonable to me," Jim said.  He hung up the
phone.

     "Fred says that if you two haven't been taking any drugs or
other prescription chemicals, and haven't been subjected to any
major surgery, he can't find anything in the books to keep you from
being legal," Jim said.  "He suggested I give each of you a check
ride.  He said that a note from your doctor would be necessary to
get your ticket changed, and to present it at your next physical."

     "Well, that sounds unbelievably easy," Joe said.

     "I'll give you the papers you need tomorrow, at my office,"
Dr. Krell said.

     "If you have an hour, right now, I'll take both of you up in
the 421, and make a logbook entry," Jim said.

     "Can you wait?" Joe looked at Karen.

     "Sure, no problem," said the tall nurse

     Joe and Dave took the little tug and pulled the 421 out of the
hanger.  Joe went to the phone and called the fuel truck to top off
the tanks, as Dave started the pre-flight inspection.

     When they were ready, the three of them boarded the little
twin.  Jim sat in one of the passenger seats, as Joe and Dave
adjusted the crew seats to their new proportions.  Soon the engines
were started, and they taxied out to the run-up area.  They
checked the piston engines, and called the tower for takeoff
clearance.  Jim told them to remain in the traffic pattern.

     Jim sat on the left, and made the first takeoff and landing.
Then Dave got the chance to show his capability.  Then Jim asked
that they set the left engine to minimum thrust, and Joe made a
simulated single engine landing.  Dave also demonstrated he could
still fly the 421 on one engine, and then they returned to the
Honeybone hanger.

     "Nothing wrong with your ability to fly," was all Jim said.
They both had their flight bags in their lockers, and they
presented their logbooks to Jim, who made an entry as suggested by
the FAA rep.

     When they had the 421 chocked in the hanger, they were ready
to return to the hospital.  Jim took Dr. Krell, Dave and Mike along
in the Ford sedan, while Joe again rode back with Karen.  When they
arrived back at the hospital, Karen parked the car and they walked
in.

     "Let me find Dr. Hopkins, and see if I can take a few days
off," she said.  "I don't think there will be any problem.  He has
three assistants, and I usually just answer the phones."

     It was about four thirty by the time they had talked to Dr.
Hopkins, and made an appointment to meet with Dr. Krell and his
staff, in San Diego, tomorrow at noon.  Dr. Krell suggested that
they plan on remaining in California for at least two days.  Jim
said it would be no problem for them to take the plane, and keep it
as long as they needed it.

     "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning, about eleven,"
Dr. Krell said.  "I'll probably leave here tonight."

     Karen, Joe, Dave, Mike, and Jim walked to the parking lot.
They discussed the plans for the trip in the morning.  Dave and Joe
decided to meet at the hanger about six o'clock.  The rest could
arrive about seven, or seven thirty.  Jim said he could not go
tomorrow morning, but if they wanted him there, he'd come up in the
afternoon.  They said they could not think of any reason why he'd
have to be there, but they'd call if they needed him.  That seemed
to satisfy him.  To Joe, Jim seemed to be worried about the
liability that Honeybone might incur with all this, and especially
what Mr. Mayer might think about it.  Mayer was Jim's supervisor,
the VP of operations.  Joe asked him about it.

     "I talked to Mayer on the phone," Jim said.  "He said that I
should do everything I could to help figure out what was going on.
He was worried about you guys too.  Don't worry, Joe, the company
is going to help you with this." Jim put his hand on Joe's
shoulder, but quickly pulled it away when he felt its feminine
softness.

     "Thanks, Jim," Joe said.  "I appreciate your concern.  I don't
know what's going to become of this, but I appreciate your concern,
and I appreciate what the company is doing to help."

     "What you got planned for the evening, Joe?" Karen asked.

     "I don't know," Joe answered.  "I guess Linda is home by now,
I'll have to tell her I'll be out of town for a couple of days.  I
guess I'll have to get some things to take along.  It looks like
I'm gonna be this way for a while, so I guess I better invest in
some more girl stuff."  A funny grin formed on his face as he
talked.

     Joe looked over at Dave, and said, "What about you, pal?  Are
you going to need some things if you're going to be away for a
couple of days?"

     "Yeah, I guess I do," Dave answered.  "I'll get Cindy to help
me find something.  I'd like her to come along to San Diego, but I
guess she'll have to stay home with the kids."

     "If you want to go with me, give me a call," Joe said.  "I'm
staying at Linda's house, at least for now." If he was to stay a
woman, it might be best if he moved away from Linda.

     "I wouldn't mind if you came over, maybe about six, or six
thirty," Joe said.  "We can go to the mall and get something to
eat.  Linda might want to come along.  I'd like you to meet her."

     Joe went to his car, and Dave go in with him.  They drove to
Dave's house.  Dave did not say much until they were almost to his
house.

     "Joe, Dr. Krell said that I was a genetic woman now, and that
he knew of nothing that could make me a functioning, normal, male
again," Dave said.

     "Yeah, I figured he did," Joe said.  "That's the same thing he
told me.  He said that any operation to make me a male wouldn't be
acceptable to me, and that he thought it would be best for me to
remain the way I am until they can find a way to reverse the
process, or just get used to being a woman."

     "Basically the same thing he told me," Dave said.  "I told him
I was a married man, and I just couldn't buy some dresses and get
on with a new life.  Dr. Krell said he wasn't sure how to handle my
problem, but he would look into it, and he would get therapy for
me.  I told him therapy wouldn't help me to sleep with my wife.  It
wouldn't explain to my son why his daddy was now a woman.  He
didn't have any answers to help me at all."

     "I guess they haven't had a situation like yours before," Joe
said, "but Dr. Krell is pretty wise, he might be able to come up
with something that will help you."

     They pulled into Dave's driveway, and Dave got out.  "I'll see
you in the morning," Dave said, the frown momentarily turning to a
tiny smile as he said bye to his pal.

     Joe drove to Linda's house.  When he pulled in back, he saw
Linda's car in the drive.  Joe got out of his car, and walked into
the house.  Linda was sitting at the table in the dining area,
going over some paperwork.  She still wearing the clothes she put
on that morning.  Joe walked up to the chair she was sitting on,
and put his hands on her shoulders.  He started to massage her
neck.  She leaned back, and putting her head back, looked up at
Joe.

     "Hi there," she said, almost purring as Joe rubbed her neck
and soft shoulders.

     "Hi," Joe said.  She looked so sexy, and he could see her
black teddy through the neck of her suit.

     "Did you find anything out today?" Linda asked.

     "Well, I guess I did," Joe said.  "I found out that I'm
genetically a woman, which is what I already suspected."

     "Can they help you get back?" she asked.

     "They recommend that I stay like this, at least until they can
figure out what has caused it and try to reverse the process.
That's all the hope they can provide," Joe said.  "So I guess I'll
be a girl, for a while anyway.  I gotta try to get used to it."

     "We can make the best of it," Linda said.  "I think it will be
okay, even if they don't ever find a way to make you a male again."

     "Dave Skinner and Mike Osborn have the same problem," Joe
said.  "They were with me in the Lear Thursday, and they found the
same symptoms when they woke up Friday."

     "You mean that you're not the only one changed like this?"
Linda asked, amazed.

     "That's right, and Dave is married, with two kids.  He's
really got a problem," Joe replied.  "Mike Osborn, you've never met
him, Mike has changed too, but he's a muscle builder, and was
taking steroids.  Now, he's female internally, but he still looks
like a guy.  Compared to my problem, it's really a bad situation."

     "I've got to go to San Diego in the morning.  Dave, Mike and
I will fly over in the 421.  A Specialist named Dr. Benjamin Krell
has a clinic there, and he wants us to come over so he can examine
us," Joe said.

     "When do you have to leave?" Linda asked.

     "I've got a six o'clock show," Joe said.

     "Will you need anything?  How long will you be staying?" Linda
asked.

     "Well, I guess I should look through my things, and see if I
have everything I'll need," Joe said.  "If I'm going to stay this
way, for a while at least, I guess I can invest in some more
clothes."  He knew Linda liked to shop more than any thing else.

     "You'll have to go to the mall then," Linda said.  "I have to
finish this paperwork.  It looks like I've got a buyer on that big
place over on Canyon Road."

     "I've met a nurse," Joe said.  "She works for Dr. Hopkins, the
Gynecologist who examined me this morning.  She's coming over in a
little while.  I'd like you to meet her."  He hoped Linda would
like Karen but he was not sure how she would feel about him having
a woman as a friend.

     "Oh, really?  I'd like to meet her," Linda said.  "If you
don't mind, I'd like to get out of these clothes and into something
more comfortable."

     "Sure, good idea.  Karen should be here in about a half hour,"
Joe said.

     Joe went to his room.  He looked through the few items of
clothing he had.  He wondered what he should take to San Diego.  He
wondered what he should wear when he flew the 421.  He had a Nomex
flight suit in his locker at the Honeybone hanger, but that would
not fit now.  Besides, this was more of a personal trip than a work
trip.  He seldom flew now, except as part of his job.  He was
instructing Jay so that he could get his instrument rating.  He
used Jay's plane for that.  Jay had a Mooney 201.  He used it to
fly from Phoenix to Tucson, Casa Grande, and other points around
Arizona.  For that an instrument rating was not really necessary,
the weather was almost always VFR, but since he bought the speedy
little Mooney, Jay's insurance took a big hike, and he was advised
to get his instrument rating.  Joe brushed off his instructor
ticket, and was getting Jay ready for his check ride.  Jay let him
use the speedy single whenever he wanted, but he seldom felt the
need to fly, except for work.  He decided he better call Jay, and
tell him what was happening.  He went to the phone by the bed, and
lay down as he punched in Jay's number.

     Jay answered, "Hello."

     "Jay, this is Joe.  What's up?" Joe asked.

     "I was hoping you could tell me," Jay answered.

     "Well, I do have a bit of news," Joe said.  "I saw a doctor
today.  He confirmed what I already suspected.  I'm genetically a
woman as well as physically.  I also found out that two of my crew
on the Lear have also have the same symptoms."

     "They've turned into women too?" Jay asked, as if he could not
believe it.

     "Yeah," Joe answered.  "Dave Skinner and Mike Osborn have
turned genetically female too.  We think maybe it's the GPS test
transmitter which has caused it.  Jim Matheney and Dr. Krell are
trying to set up some tests to find out what and how it could cause
such a thing.  It looks like Honeybone is worried about a lawsuit,
and is doing everything to help, and keep us satisfied."

     "Well, they better," Jay said.  "If they are responsible they
better be willing to help all they can."  Jay was an attorney.

     "They're going to do all they can, I think," Joe said.  "We
have to go to San Diego in the morning, to see specialists.  They
will help us get our records in order there too.  Dr. Krell say's
he's familiar with this type of problem since he deals with
transsexual patients."

     "Do you want me to go with you?" Jay asked.

     "I don't think it will be necessary," Joe said, "unless you
want to go along."

     "If you don't need me, I'd better stay here," Jay said.  "I've
got plenty to do, and I'll get behind if I go off to California
with you.  If you feel you need my assistance just call.  I can be
there in a couple of hours."

     "Since I don't know what they'll be doing with me, I don't
think you need to come along, at least this time," Joe said.

     "Be sure to take all your license, birth certificate, and
military records," Jay reminded him.

     "Yeah, I'll have to go to my place to get them," Joe said.  "I
don't know if I should move back there, or what.  It's beginning to
look like I'm going to be like this for a while, maybe forever.  I
don't know how to deal with Linda, if that's the way it's going to
be."  He did not know how his buddy would take the news either.

     "They can't change you back?" Jay asked.

     "Hell, they don't know how I got this way, much less know how
to get me back," Joe answered.  "They recommended that I don't
resort to surgery, or anything like that.  They said that would
surely leave me disfigured if they did find a way to change me back
to a male, and recommended that I stay this way until they examine
all options.  I guess I'd better get used to being like this."

     "Well, try to make the best of it," Jay said.  "We'll have to
get together again, when you get back in a couple of days."

     "Yeah, we will," Joe said.  The relationship was changing
between him and Jay, and they both knew it.

     "See you in a couple of days," Joe said, hanging up the phone.

     He went back to his drawers to decide what he needed when he
heard the door bell.  "That must be Karen," he thought and went to
the door.  He opened it, and the tall attractive blonde came in.
She was wearing bright pink, sort of fluorescent, shorts with a
white top.  Out of her nurse's uniform, she looked even more
attractive.


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