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                            The Dream, part 7
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           "It is true Ron, and yes, I am in all ways female now, except
     that, like I told you when we met, I cannot have any children.
     What the first doctors did not do, the ones the twins hired did.
     And I will always be female from here on out." Sharon said, a note
     of fear in her voice.  I was confused.  This was a woman, that I
     had been making love to for 5 months, had even considered marrying
     when the time came, and now I hear that she was once a he?  I was
     not sure if this should make a difference or not, it probably
     should not, and sure was not changing the love I had had for her
     all these past months.  She was all female now, and now is when I
     have her, so what difference does the past make?  Would it be any
     different if she had been a prostitute or a total lesbian in the
     past?  The past 5 months had been great, I figured I would let them
     stand as they were, a hint of the things to come.

           "Ron, Sharon is Sharon, the same one you have known for a
     long time now.  Where and how she was born makes no difference.
     She is what you see." Margie said, making some sense.

           "You don't want me to do that too, do you.  I mean go all the
     way like Sharon did?" I said becoming very apprehensive.  The idea
     that they would pay me to just have a female apprearance was not
     without some appeal.  In fact, it was exciting.  But the thought
     of loosing my cock for a cunt, now that was not what I wanted to
     do, not at all.

           "No, Ron, we want you to just LOOK female.  Sharon and Margie
     like a stiff cock every now and then, and, well, if you looked more
     the female part, I guess even I could think of it as a special
     dildo myself once in a while." Karen said smiling as she looked
     down to where my cock had begun to arise as I thought of making it
     with them again.

           "I will admit, I have wondered what it would be like to have
     tits, to feel someone suck them and all of that.  I just never
     though that anyone would ever ask me to grow them.  Nor is it a
     problem with dressing the part either.  I have always thought that
     women's clothing was much softer, sexier, and better looking than
     anything for a man.  I just don't know about this." I said.

           Karen walked over to open one of the cases, she reached in
     and lifted out some clothing and took out a large envelope and a
     small box.  She tossed me the box, which I caught and slowly turned
     over in my hands, not knowing what was in it.

           "Those are the first pills, we have to change the size of
     them as you take them longer.  To make sure that you get to the
     right level to have the changes happen like we want.  If you agree
     to take them, and we are not asking you to undergo any surgery, or
     even promise to go through any, then this is your's as of right
     now." She said and then tossed me the envelope.  I peeked into the
     envelope, it was all cash, and a lot of it.  I could only assume
     it was the $200,000 they offered.  I had to think about this
     carefully.  I had been out of work for a long time now.  If it were
     not for Sharon helping me out, I would have long ago lost
     everything.  And the thought did turn me on somewhat.  Slowly I
     came to a decision and put the money on the entertainment center.

           "Ok.  I will do it." I said, wondering if I was going to
     regret this, but, looking at the three gals still half nude before
     me, I doubted it very much.

           So every morning I took one of the pills, and waited to see
     if anything was going to happen to me.  Sharon had finally agreed
     to move in with me.  Margie had been right, it did not matter what
     anyone had been in the past, this was now, and now Sharon was one
     of the hottest looking women I had ever seen, let alone been with.
     I was sure that the money the twins had had helped in creating her
     as she was, but I was the recipient of that hard work, and to be
     honest, I was quite in love with her, and did not care if she was
     all natural, or had been helped by a surgeon some time in the past.

           Soon the twins talked us both into moving into a bigger
     place, one that they owned and would give to us if we would take
     it.  It was beautiful!  It had a huge garage, lots of acrage, a
     large covered pool behind the house.  Everything we could have
     asked for in a home, including privacy, the privacy to walk around
     the yard or the pool in the nude if we wished, or for me to move
     about in a skirt and blouse, with no one the wiser.  Here was a
     place we could do as we wished, even screw by the pool, all without
     anyone seeing anything.  We agreed and soon moved to the house.
     Meanwhile I had been taking the pills for quite a while now.  My
     hips hand increased by almost 3 or 4 inches, and I was sporting a
     set of almost B cup tits all of my own.  Sharon did not waste any
     time once they began to develop in showing me how much she could
     make me appreciate these changes.  The twins had also brought a
     friend with them who had a strange machine.  First they had trimmed
     all the hair on my body fairly short, then this woman came in and
     ran her machine for hours on several different days, poking and
     proding all over my exposed body.  When she left, the only hair on
     my body, besides on my head, and like eyebrows, was a neatly
     trimmed bush just around my cock.  If I did not see the cock in the
     middle of it, I would have said it was a neatly trimmed pussy.  The
     friend has assured me that the removal was permanent, and soon I
     realized she had been telling the truth.  I had had to shave twice
     a day in the service, now I did not have to shave at all.  My face
     looked smoother, and I kind of liked it actually.





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Item Subject: C:\txt\dream8.txt

                            The Dream, part 8
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           The twins would come by all the time, and we would have some
     fantastic sex every time they did, all four of us, either as
     distinct, but trading couples, or as all four of us.  They
     constantly bought us both sexy and senual clothing, all feminine,
     of course, since I never wore men's clothing anymore.  Actually,
     I did not miss men's clothing at all, the things I did have to wear
     were far softer and much more comfortable than the old jeans I had
     been used to.  Of course, I could still slip on a pair of jeans,
     and do things that I needed them to do, but for the most part, I
     loved the lovely feminine clothes I had.  The twins had given me
     even more money, and continued to make sure that there was enough
     coming in to us to take care of us if anything happened to them.
     Our investments and savings grew until it was sufficient to support
     Sharon and I for the rest of our lives, even if neither of us ever
     worked again.

           By this time I had reached the limit of what the pills could
     bring out in me.  I was smallest breasted of all 4 of us by a bit
     more than a full cup.  It was not too much longer before they began
     to work at me to go with them to their doctor who could help me
     with that, and give me the same size breasts as Sharon, Karen and
     Margie had.  They wanted me to, and kept at me until I finally
     agreed, my sense of owing, and loving them, getting the better of
     me.  We had become a 4 member family  And with only a couple of
     reservations, there was nothing I would not give to them.  This was
     not outside of those limits.  It was not long before we paid that
     visit to the doctor, it only took an hour or two, and then it was
     done.  Other than I was taller than they, and had not had any other
     surgery to enhance my other looks, or remove the most promenent
     difference, we all looked very much alike if we dressed alike.  But
     sex, now that was something else, and each girl took a turn sitting
     on my stiff cock, and sitting her hot, wet pussy on my face, or
     sucking on my hard nippled tits.  I think I must have died that day
     and gone to heaven!

           Then one day Sharon came in, she was upset, badly, I could
     tell, even though she tried hard not to let me see it.  Finally she
     began to weep, and I made her tell me what was the matter.

           "Karen and Margie are sick.  They may not live much longer,
     Ron.  And no, it is nothing we can catch, it is a problem that is
     in their genetic makeup."

           "Oh." I said, falling silent myself.  I had grown to love
     Karen and Margie almost as much as I loved Sharon.  I could hardly
     believe that this could be true. Sharon and I talked and agreed to
     go visit the twins in the hospital the next day.  We did, and then
     they asked to talk to us each individually.  Margie talked to
     Sharon for a long time, while Karen and I chatted about many
     things, one of which was how a tiny thing like a gene could damage
     only one important organ and take them away from us, and each
     other.  It was not fair.  I would miss them very much and I told
     Karen this as I held her in my arms for a bit.

           "You could have a bit of me with you for always, Ron." Karen
     said.

           "How is that?" I asked.

           "Right now, Margie is telling Sharon that we had her tissues
     compared to Sharon's, from some of the things that needed to be
     done a long time ago.  The doctor says that a transplant will work
     just fine." Karen said.

           "Transplant?  What are you planning to transplant?" I said,
     somewhat afraid of the answer.

           "Well, you know Sharon cannot have any children, but we can,
     we have had to be on the pill and use other methods to keep from
     being pregnant since we met you, Ron.  What Margie would like to
     do is have all the working organs moved from her to Sharon when she
     goes, so that, with your sperm, a child of her's will live, and
     Sharon, that we both love, will raise the child and take good care
     of it.  For that we have left a larger sum to ensure that the child
     never wants for anything, if she accepts that is."

           "I see.  Well, I know Sharon would like to have a child.  We
     have talked about that before.  She may well accept.  But you said
     we could keep a piece of you.  That will give us a bit of Margie
     to love, but what about you?" I asked very curiously.

           "Well, you would not do this, but, we told the attorney to
     give you and Sharon a certain amount if she accepts the deal.  But,
     if you were to undergo surgery, not like Sharon's did to convert
     herself from male to female, well at least not in that way, then
     you two would get all that we have.  Everything."

           "What are you trying to say?"

           "Ron, you would be rich.  What I am asking you to do is have
     my whole set of organs, pussy, uterus, tubes and ovaries, the whole
     thing, transplanted into you.  Yes, it would make you fully female,
     and it might well mean that neither of you would have to take
     another premarin ever again.  But if you put your sperm in the
     sperm bank every day between now and when this stuff gets us, you
     could have enough to insure that each of you would get pregnant,
     and then each child would be half your's and half each of us.  I
     know it is a lot to ask, and irreversable.. but, isn't it worth if
     to you for over 125 million dollars?  That is what our estate is
     worth.  Think about it." Karen said is such a serious way that I
     knew she meant every word of it.  It took me a long time to come
     to any kind of decision.  Sharon and I talked about it constantly.
     And just incase, I visited the sperm bank every day and made a
     deposit.  Finally, my greed, and grief, got the better of me, and
     I agreed.  2 months later the twins died of heart failure.  Two
     days later the surgery was done, all finished.  A month later it
     was all verified that it had taken, and we began to try to have a
     child, each of us, with my seed.  It only took a month before we
     both knew we were with child.  We may have lost the twins, but we
     would have their children to keep our hearts warm with their love
     in our old age.

     (Thank goodness medical science is not quite this advanced yet, eh?)



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Item Subject: C:\txt\dream9.txt
     Subj:   THE DREAM, FINAL

                              The Dream, part 9
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            This story is NOT just a fantasy, it is the retelling of a
     very vivid dream I had not all that long ago.. Parts of it are from
     my own fantasies, parts of them are a few steps (miles?) beyond any
     thoughts or recognised desires I have ever had.  This dream was so
     realistic though, that I halfway expect that phone call, or for the
     twins to knock at my door at any time.  As for the names "Ron" and
     "Sharon", I have made those up for the sake of the sake of telling
     this story.  My name is not Ron, and it was me in the dream, and
     my girlfriend's name is not Sharon.  I know enough of her past to
     know that there are no such secrets in her past.  Also, I doubt
     very much that she would, even for a second, consider the act of
     bisexual love making, nor would she be all that pleased to find me
     and a pair of lovely twins sleeping in my waterbed.

           Oh, and for "Sharon" to leave me that outfit hanging on my
     closet, that is something that has never happened in real life, not
     that I might object to it if it did, I kinda like to live out my
     own, and my partner's fantasies!  I HAVE worn female apparel
     before, for halloween, and once when I was told the apartment was
     going to be used for a lingerie party and that men had to be gone.

           This was quite strange, and it has not been just once, but
     more than once that I have had this dream.  Funny part is, I do not
     even know a pair of redheaded twins, I cannot recall even knowing
     any good looking female twins of any sort off hand. It is true that
     I have always had a fantasy of making it with gorgeous twins, and
     that a secret desire of mine, call it an ideal woman, if you will,
     being a gorgeous redhead, not necessarily a twin.  I will even
     admit that I have been curious about how tits felt, and somewhat
     envious of how women's clothes are softer and better looking than
     a man's, and of the way that a mother and child bond closer.  I
     always thought that God should have made men with tits too, to
     share the job of nursing an infant.  But he didn't..

           Anything beyond these few admissions I leave to your own
     minds.  If you want to know if I would do any of these things,
     well, at the moment, I would not do too many of them, since I do
     work for a living, and there is no way that I could do so under the
     conditions as put in this dream.  Of course, if you have the bucks
     to keep me from having to go to work every day, then, who can say.
     Ask me, maybe I would, maybe I would not, I can't say right now.
     I woke up only a couple of hours ago from another visitation by
     this same dream, nightmare?, and wanted to get it down while it was
     still fresh in my mind.  Beyond that, use your imaginations.I can
     only hope that your imagination is as warped as mine is in that
     case!

          Okie, with that all said now, any comments from anyone out there?
     I still have no idea what has brought this dream on, or why it has come
     to me more than once.  It sure starts out as a fantasy for me, but later
     it gets into areas that I have never had any desires or thoughts of going
     to.  Why I decided to share this with anyone, I am not sure either, save
     that is just seems to fit with the general attitude of this place.  Oh,
     and before you ask, no, this dream did NOT start after I got access to
     this echo, it happened before, at least a month or two before.

          Some of you may wish to see this as nothing more than a fanciful
     tale of a fertile mind.  It may well be only that, save that it was
     written in a dream, rather than on paper.  Others may read more deeply
     rooted psychological meaning into it.  Who is to say which is right and
     which is not?   I sure have no idea why I created this dream, or what it
     was that triggered off, and triggers it to recur.  May you can take a
     good guess.
                 Chuck 447