Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2000 20:28:55 -0400
From: Debbie Cybill
Subject: Filling in for Amanda - alternate ending

Filling in for Amanda - alternative ending
by Debbie Cybill

I thought "Filling in for Amanda" was a great story, but the last chapter
was cop-out.  So I wrote a draft of an alternative ending.  Here it is;
perhaps Waldo, the original author, can flesh it out.
[Waldo has given permission to this author to use his plot and characters.
-- Archivist]

This is not a stand-alone story, and is probably only comprehensible if you
read "Filling in for Amanda" first.  But here's a brief summary of the first
fourteen chapters of Waldo's original.

Dr. Richard Palance is a widower in his mid-forties, with three daughters,
Amanda and Linda who are away at college, and Cathy who is high school.  He
is affluent and has taken early retirement; he has built a genetics lab at
his home, a ranch in New Mexico, and is obsessed with studying his
daughters DNA.  In an explosion in his lab one day pieces of glass from a
vial that held some mixture of Amanda's DNA with other chemicals are driven
into his body.  This causes him to metamorphose into a near clone of
Amanda, identical in all respects except three; this new body does not have
any of the scars from old injuries that the real Amanda has, it has his own
hair, a short manly haircut going bald in spots, and it retains his old
male genitalia, except that he now has only one ball.  The rest of the
story develops the four main characters and deals with the girls growing
realization that this really is their father.  Richard, who now calls
himself Renee, wishes to retain the vestiges of his manhood, and to live
out his life as a she-male.  Danny becomes his boy-friend, and does not
mind the presence of the male genitals on his new girl friend.

Waldo confesses that he could not bring the story to a convincing
conclusion and that he himself felt that chapter fifteen was a cop-out,
when he made it into a dream sequence.

Chapter 15.  Amanda comes apart

I thought sadly that Amanda seemed to be stealing my boy friend.  As I sat
under the beach umbrella I was watching them play with a Frisbee, moving
slowly farther away from me. I suspected they were heading for the shelter
of the trees rising behind that part of the beach and began to imagine how
they might behave there.  Oh well!  It had been fun getting to know Danny,
but I was still a man at heart - or was I?

Then Amanda missed a catch and the Frisbee hit her in the stomach.  She
tripped over and fell on her back clutching her stomach.  I saw Danny run
over to her and pick something up before helping her to stand.  They
started arguing, but they were too far away for me to distinguish the
words, though I saw them gesturing in my direction.  Then Danny took
Amanda's hand and dragged her toward me, laughing as he came.  At first
Amanda seemed reluctant, but then my beautiful daughter started giggling
too.

Danny held up a hot dog.  "This fell out of Amanda's panties."  He became
helpless with laughter and Amanda's giggles grew.

"He realized I was Amanda pretending to be you," she finally managed to
say.  She was almost incoherent with mirth.  Danny offered me a hand and
helped me up.  "I was beginning to wonder what had got into you, you seemed
so pushy, not like Renee at all."

"Just like Amanda, in fact," I said.

"I'm not pushy."  Amanda stopped laughing for a moment.  "Oh, I suppose I
am really."

Danny took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.  I melted into him as his
right hand reached down and felt my crotch.  He suddenly stiffened.
"What's happened?  Where's your cock gone?"

I laughed.  "I'm wearing a gaff, both to hide my male equipment in this
brief swim suit and to pretend to be Amanda.  We were playing a joke on
you."  I grinned and stroked his groin, but I was puzzled at my own
reaction because I had no signs of an erection even though I felt aroused.

The sun was low in the sky by now; Danny lit a bonfire and the three of us
dashed into the waves for an evening swim while the fire was burning down
to embers.  We threw on tops over our swim suits, for there was a slight
chill in the air and then started to roast hot dogs on the end of sticks
stuck in the sand.  "I'm not going to eat that one," said Danny pointing to
the one that Amanda had been wearing under her swim suit.

"What? After I've lovingly coated it with my pussy juices specially for
you."  We clutched each other and howled with laughter once again.  About
eight o'clock we drove home to my house and invited Danny in.  Before going
to her room to change Amanda called out, "Enjoy yourselves you two.  I'm
going out to the club."  So we had the house to ourselves for a few hours.

I was hungry for Danny's body and stroked him all over as we stood there in
the living room, until he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, his
cock straining against his swim suit.  I giggled girlishly as we passed
Amanda on the stairs, now dressed in a mini cocktail dress and heels.
Danny put me down on the bed and I lay passively while he stroked my sides.
"Now then, Hussy, let's see that cock of yours."  He slipped off my sun top
and I lifted my arms to help him, then he pushed the straps of my swim suit
off my shoulders and bent to nuzzle my breasts, first taking a nipple
between his lips and making circles with his fingers around the other.  His
tongue came out and started licking first the very tip of the nipple and
then in widening circles around the areola.  By now my nipples were hard
and erect, but I felt no stirrings in my groin.  Perhaps that gaff that
Amanda had bought me had that effect, though I could not really understand
how.

Danny put both hands behind me and I arched my back to help him as he
unfastened the clasp of the my bikini bra so that he could get at my
breasts better.  He was now sucking my nipple, and I found it delicious, so
delicious in fact that I thought I was starting to come.  He ran his hands
over my belly and toyed with the straps of my bikini.  I longed for him to
slip that off too, but he delayed while he concentrated on my breasts.
Suddenly a tremendous heat seemed to rise from my groin, I arched my back
and spasmed in orgasm, but Danny did not stop sucking at my breast, nor did
his hands cease their exploration of my soft concave belly.  After I had
calmed down I lay passively on my back looking down with fondness at the
top of his head.  I had a feeling of contentment.  Then I stiffened.
"What's the matter?"  Danny raised his head.

"I just came.  I had an orgasm."

"Yes, I know. I felt it."

"But I had no erection and I can't feel any semen in my gaff.  What's
happening to me?"

Danny peeled down my bikini.  "So that's a gaff.  I had heard about them
but never seen one before.  How does this thing come off?"

"Just like a bikini."  I giggled.  "I can tell you're not gay.  If you were
you would know all about them.  But to tell you the truth I have never seen
one before today either."  I lifted my bum so that he could remove it more
easily.

He lifted my limp prick between his finger and thumb.  "You're quite right,
Renee, you are quite dry down here.  You never ejaculated.  And your prick
seems smaller too."  He felt my one ball.  "This feels different too.  It's
no smaller, but it seems elongated to me and knobbly, if you know what I
mean."

I felt it too.  He was right, it was knobbly, no longer a smooth oval but
more as if it was developing pimples.  He stooped over and took my cock in
his mouth.  Finally it started to engorge.  He withdrew, made himself more
comfortable and started again, this time licking my cock and flicking it
with his tongue before taking the glans in his mouth and sucking hard on
it.  Slowly it slipped in and he started to bob up and down.  It felt a
little strange: I seemed to be fully erect but I never reached the back of
his throat and there seemed to be plenty of room for his tongue to work
around.  He reached up and tweaked one nipple.  That pushed me over the
edge and I grabbed Danny's head with both hands, pushing it into my groin,
and came with a wonderful orgasm which seemed to go on for minutes.  Once
again no ejaculation.  What was happening to me?

Danny was in an excited state of arousal and took no notice of my lack, but
instead knee-walked to bestride my head.  I saw his great cock approaching
my red lips and opened them to receive him.  My tongue flicked out and I
licked his penis from head to base before taking the head into my mouth.
Slowly his hips began to move, then the pace quickened until he was sliding
in and out, penetrating me to the very back of my throat and part way down.
I gagged at first but soon found out how to accept this great cock, but
there seemed to be scant room for my tongue in my mouth at the same time
this magnificent organ.  Then he came with great contractions, a spurt with
each one.  It was difficult to swallow it all with the penis deep in my
throat, and some ran out of the corners of my mouth.  How different that
had been from my own orgasm, which somehow was more womanly!

We fell asleep after that in each others' arms and I woke the next morning
with cheeks encrusted with dried semen.  I crept out of bed trying not to
disturb Danny, for I did not want him to see me like this.  In the bathroom
I cleaned off my face and groin and put on a little lipstick, then examined
my genitalia.  My prick seemed even smaller than it had last night and my
one ball a little larger and somehow flattened.  It seemed to have moved
back toward the body instead of hanging down like it usually did and seemed
to have a large pimple which was quite tender, though nothing of it showed
in the skin of the scrotum.  I looked myself over in the mirror; no changes
there; my hair perhaps was growing a little, especially on the old bald
spots, but nothing else.  My waist was slender, my bust as firm and large
as ever, my hips rounded.  I threw on a peignoir, stepped into my mules and
returned to the bedroom.  Danny was still sleeping so I went down to the
kitchen and made breakfast for us both and looked at the clock.  I should
have to hurry if was to keep my appointment with Dr. Johnson.

I took breakfast up to Danny in bed and heard Amanda stirring too, so I
took her a cup of coffee.  "How did it go last night, Renee?"

"Danny stayed overnight.  We just fell asleep after making love.  But you
should not be asking your father such questions: I should be asking you."

"I don't kiss and tell, daddy dear.  Not like you."  I blushed when I
realized that that was just what I had done.

"Is that the peignoir we bought you the other day?" she asked.

"Don't change the subject.  Yes it is."  I returned to my room, did my
makeup and started to dress for the day, as Danny pulled on his jeans.  I
decided that I would wear my new navy business suit with its skirt about
three inches above the knee.  Danny was dressed by now.  I put on my bra
and called him over, "Danny, come and tighten my corset laces would you.
You're stronger than Amanda and can get them tighter."  He demurred at
first, blushing scarlet, but then he put his back into it as I gripped the
bed post.  I had never had my laces so tight and it quite took my breath
away.  I donned navy blue stockings without seams, and embarrassed Danny
further as I clipped my garter tabs to them, put my arms through a full
slip and added a white crepe silk blouse with a pussycat bow.  I stepped
into the skirt and then into my matching pumps.  Finally I added the jacket
and transferred my essentials to the matching clutch purse.

Danny and I walked out together, he to his car and me to mine.  I would not
let him smear my lipstick so he kissed me on the cheek, giving me a big hug
as we arranged to go out that evening.

 Chapter 16: More and more - or less and less

At Dr. Johnson's office I was ushered straight in.  He hardly glanced up
from his desk where he was sorting through some papers, and I was a little
offended.  "There's something strange about your hormone readings, Renee,"
he said, finally offering me his hand.  "I've just got them back from the
lab.  I think we should take another set of samples and have them done over
in case they have made a mistake.  I was intrigued. "I know you have
perfectly normal male organs and you tell me you have erections and
ejaculate."  I nodded and started to speak, but he raised his hand and
continued, "According to these results - and I'm sure there is some mistake
somewhere - your blood levels of oestrogen are in the high female range,
just as before, but the testosterone level is nil.  They cannot find any
male hormones at all."

"Why is that odd?" I asked. "My body is all feminine, after all," I brushed
my hand down to emphasize the point.  That must in part be the result of
female hormones."

"You don't understand, Renee.  You have a functional testis which should be
producing testosterone, and no ovaries, which are the only organs that
could produce oestrogens.  Where could the oestrogens come from?  And why
no male sex hormones?"

I thought about that for a moment.  "I'm not sure that I do have a
functioning testis, Doctor.  It has been changing.  Perhaps you had better
look at it."

I lay on the examination couch, slipped down my panties and put my feet in
the stirrups.  He peered at me without touching.  "Hm, your penis does seem
smaller, quite a bit smaller in fact, and your one testis seems to be
retracting into the inguinal canal."

"Go on, then, feel it.  You will find that it is no longer smooth and
round."

He tentatively touched my scrotum.  "No, feel it properly.  Palpate it, if
that is the right word."  He seized my ball between finger and thumb.

"Hm, I see what you mean.  It's flattened and feels knobbly.  When did you
first notice this?"

"Yesterday, but it seems to be getting rapidly worse."

"I think we'd better arrange for an ultrasound scan, and see what we can
down there."

After taking more blood and urine samples, Dr. Johnson wrote out the
requisition for the scan at the local laboratory, but before handing it to
me he paused to think for a moment.  "Could I ask you to provide a specimen
of semen?  I know it's a bit personal and a lot to ask, but I think we
should do a sperm count."

"I seem to be having more and more difficulty in ejaculating nowadays,
Doctor," I said, "But I will try."  I took a sample vial into the washroom
and tried.  And tried.  And tried.  I finally managed an orgasm, and at
first I thought it was another of those dry ones, but on about the fifth
pulsation a few drops of liquid trickled out, rather than spurting, and I
caught them in the vial.  It looked suspiciously clear, not at all like
normal semen.  I adjusted my skirts, walked out and handed the vial to the
doctor.  "That's the best I could do."

He labelled the vial and handed it back to me with a sheaf of papers.
"Since you are going over to the lab for your ultrasonic scan it will speed
things up if you take this with you.  Come back and see me tomorrow."

The ultrasound technician was taken aback when he found that he was to scan
the genitals of a she- male.  He had never seen anyone like me before.

That evening I asked Danny to take me dancing.  I knew he did not have very
much money, but he completely refused my offer to pay at the club, and
would not even let me pay for tanking up his car.  I did not wear my new
gaff that evening: I did not need it.  Even dancing close to Danny in his
arms I felt no erection.  Back home again I still could not get it up,
despite Danny's administrations; even his mouth and tongue did nothing for
me in that way, though he certainly made me come.  I came again when he
took me from behind.

The next morning I examined myself in the shower.  My penis was noticeably
smaller since the day before, barely an inch long.  Only a week ago it had
been four inches when limp, and now it seemed never to be anything but
limp.  My testis was clearly moving back into my body; it lay on the left
and was about three quarters the way in with only about a quarter still in
my scrotum.

My doctor's appointment was not till the afternoon, so I spent the morning
at the computer consulting various sites on the internet as I began to put
my ideas together.  I thought I knew what was happening to me, and as I
read I became more and more convinced that I was right.

This time Dr. Johnson rose from behind his desk and greeted me effusively;
perhaps he realized that he had been remiss the day before.  "The blood
hormone tests came out just the same as before, Renee. It was no mistake.
I put a rush on the order and had them faxed to me.  Here, look."

They were what I had come to expect after my brain-storming session during
the morning.

"And I just can't make any sense of the ultrasound scan.  The whole thing
is more of a puzzle than before."

"I've been thinking about it and doing some reading, Doctor," I said, "And
I think I have sorted some things out.  Just let me present you with my
conclusions and tell if I am wrong."  He nodded.

"First the hair.  Hair is a dead tissue, isn't it?  Only the hair bulbs are
alive?"

"That's right.  Oh, I see what you mean."

"When the genetic transformation took place all the tissues except my
genitals and hair were affected.  But of course the hair is dead, so it
could not be affected.  Only the living roots could be altered by the
change.  And that is what has happened.  The hair follicles in that part of
my head where I was starting to show the patterns of male baldness were
reactivated.  You remember that I first reported a fuzz around my hair-line
in front?  Now my whole head is growing hair, even on the former bald
spots, but it will be six months before I have a full female head of hair."

"That makes sense.  Now what about the genitals?"

"Well I noticed at the beginning that some organs of my body changed very
quickly and some took longer.  I think the genitals were the slowest to
change, and I think I know why.  Show me the scans of my testis, Doctor."

We looked at the scans together.  "Tell me if I am mistaken, but I think
that look like an ovary, not a testis."

"By Jove, I think you're right, Renee.  These little bumps look just like
egg follicles.  But . . ."

"Let's come back to that later, doctor.  Now what is the nature of semen?
No, don't answer: that's a rhetorical question - I've been reading up on it
this morning.  Only a tiny fraction of the semen comes from the testes.  Am
I right?"

"Yes, the testes produce the sperm and store it in the epididymis and the
seminal vesicle.  Most of the semen is secreted by the prostrate and mixed
with a small dose of sperm."

"Am I right is saying that for each ejaculation about 95 percent of the
semen is prostate secretion and only about two drops of the
sperm-concentrate are added from the seminal vesicle?"

"That sounds about right."

"Well my theory is this.  The testes started their slow change into ovaries
immediately after the explosion, and stopped producing sperm or
testosterone.  One of them was small enough to be retracted into the
inguinal canal immediately, but no further changes in the genital system
could take place until all the stored sperm had been used up.  That sperm
kept the prostate going, kept the gonads in a neutral condition, neither
testis nor ovary, but now the sperm supply is exhausted, every single drop,
and all the other parts can get on with the change induced by the
explosion."

"Well, you are certainly not producing any sperm.  That semen sample you
gave yesterday has a zero sperm count, and precious little prostate
secretion either."  Dr. Johnson looked at me quizzically.  "You have
certainly come up with a logical scenario, but the test of a scientific
hypothesis is a correct prediction of the future events."

"Her goes then, with my prediction.  If I am correct, then my gonads, which
are now ovaries, not testes, are being pulled back into their proper
position, the proper position for ovaries, that is.  My penis is shrinking
and will become a clitoris.  I know the sperm ducts from the testes are not
anatomically the same as the oviducts."  The doctor interrupted me.

"No, the fetus has two sets of ducts, called the Wolffian ducts and the
Mullerian ducts.  In the male the Mullerian ducts degenerate while the
Wolffian become the sperm ducts, while in the female the Mullerian ducts
become the Fallopian tubes and the uterus."

"So the set of DNA I received from the accident may well have provoked a
new set of tubes and a uterus to form."

"Well, you certainly seem to have a uterus, Renee.  Just look at this scan.
A week ago at your first examination there was no sign of a uterus, but
just look at this."

"Then I imagine that the ovaries will move to take their places at the
opening of the funnels at the top of the Fallopian tubes and the sperm
ducts will just disappear.  And as soon as the scrotum is empty I suspect
everything else will reorganize to connect with the womb as a vulva, vagina
and labia, completing the transformation."

"Then you'll be a complete woman.  Yes, I see.  How long do you think this
will take?  I have a reason for asking."

"From the rate of the other changes and the speed with which my ovaries -
if that is what they are - are moving up it should be only a very few days,
a week at the most."

The doctor picked up one of the ultrasonic scans.  "Look at this."  He
pointed to the largest bump on my new ovary.  Do you have a tender spot
there?"

"Yes, I do.  It's really very tender.  I have to sit down with care."

"Now I know that this is an ovary, I think that is an egg follicle that is
about to ovulate, probably within the next 36 hours.  The hormone levels in
your blood also indicate the same.  If I am right then you should start
menstruating in about two weeks time.  If you don't have a vagina by then
that could cause trouble."

I looked at him in shock.  "You mean . . ."  My voice tailed away.

"Yes, if you are right then you will be a full woman in every way.  You had
better buy a supply of condoms for your boyfriend if you don't want to be
knocked up."  He grinned.

"This was not what I wanted at all.  When I finally reconciled myself to my
condition I determined to stay as masculine as possible, and not have the
sex reassignment surgery you suggested.  It is fun having this body, but I
wanted to retain my macho sexual ability.  Now it is all out of my hands
and I have no choice.  But do you mean I could risk becoming pregnant?"

"Looks like it, Renee.  Why don't you come in to see me every day while
these rapid changes are going on?"  He ushered me out of his office.

Chapter 18: Legal matters

I drove home in something of a quandary.  What was I going to do next?  It
was clear now that the transformation into Amanda's clone was running to
completion and I was not going to be able to retain the last remnants of my
masculinity.  Cathy was already home when I arrived.  "My, aren't we the
sophisticated businesswoman today, Daddy?"

"I think you are going to have to stop calling me 'Daddy', darling.  It is
clear that I am going to live out my life as your contemporary, and as a
girl.  I find I am losing the last shreds of my male body, and the doctor
tells me I shall probably have my first period in two weeks time.  I am
going to need your help for that."

Cathy's face blanched.  Then she started to giggle.  "I'm sorry, Renee,
it's just too incongruous."

"What is?" said my double, who had just come in.

"Daddy, I mean Renee, is going to have his first period about the first of
next month."  She burst into giggles again.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"But he has balls and a p . . "  It was Amanda's turn to be embarrassed as
she realized what she had said.

"I had," I said, "But the testes have suddenly turned into ovaries and are
moving up into my body, and my prick - was that what you started to say? -
seems to be turning into a clitoris.  I shall probably ovulate tomorrow and
I already have a womb.  All I need is a vagina and I think that is
developing too."  Both girls looked at me in shock.

"Linda's going to go into a nunnery after this!"

"I already have an appointment with Jim Williams, my lawyer.  I must
confirm it and then take the necessary steps to regularize my position."

"Is that wise, Renee?  He won't know who you are."

"He will accept my signature, and with the help of you two girls it will
all work out.  Now here's what I propose."  I gave them an outline, and
then settled down to prepare everything I should need.  I was beginning to
think like a logical scientist once more.

Once I was ready I telephoned Jim's office.  "May I speak to Mr. Williams,
please."

"May I tell him who is calling?"

"It's Richard Palance, Mary."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Palance.  I did not recognize your voice."  She put me
through.

"What's up, Rich?  I haven't seen you in quite some time."  Jim Williams
sounded cheery.  What I had to say would probably wipe that right out.

"I've been out of town for a bit, but now I have something that needs to be
done, Jim."

"What's happened to your voice? It sounds strange."

"That is part of what I have to discuss with you.  Since Nancy died I have
been quite incomplete.  As you know she and I were very close.  I have had
to be both mother and father to my daughters, and I have not been making a
very good job of it."  I paused; I was coming to the difficult part.  I
rushed on.  "Some time ago I decided that I could not live with myself and
that I could not go on as I was.  I needed to be a better companion to
Amanda, Linda and Cathy.  The only way to do that was to become a woman."

The other end of the telephone seemed frozen.  Finally, I heard, "Go on."
The voice was icy.

"I have undergone sex reassignment.  That is why my voice has changed."

There was another long pause.  I broke it myself.  "What I need from you is
all the paperwork, an application for a new birth certificate, new driver's
licence, new name, new credit cards, new social security number.  Even new
university degree certificates and professional qualification.. But you
know everything that is needed."

"I certainly do not.  I have never handled anything like this before."

I hurried on before he could voice an outright refusal.  "Then I want to
establish a trust fund, that I hope you will administer."  I knew that
would interest him, because it would entail a fat fee for him.  "I want all
my assets, my stocks and bonds, my royalties, the deeds to my ranch,
everything, all to be assigned to this trust.  I and the girls will jointly
share in the income from this trust, each to receive the same amount each
quarter."

"Well I can certainly handle that, but I have no idea how to deal with your
other request."

"It's quite simple, really.  I have been reading up on it on the internet.
There are all sorts of support groups for people like me."  That was not
quite true of course, for as a far as knew there were no other people like
me, but there are certainly all kinds of support groups for transsexual
people.  "Basically, you need an affidavit from me that I desire this
change of civil status, and one from my physician that I am now in his
opinion a female person.  Then you prepare the documents for the federal
and state authorities.  All you need do is to get one of your associates to
research it all and then to prepare the papers in the required form."

"I suppose I can do that."  Grudgingly.  "Who is your physician by the
way?"

"Doctor Johnson.  You know him I believe."

"Well, you'd better come in to see me right away.  I see from my calendar
that I have and appointment to meet Renee Palance tomorrow.  Is that you?"

"Yes, that's my name now, and the one I shall need on all my documents."

I next phoned Dr. Johnson, and told him my decision, and what I proposed
doing about it, telling him to expect a call from Jim Williams.  "And
don't, whatever you do, tell him how this sex change came about.  I want to
keep that confidential between the two of us and my daughters."

"Doctor-patient relations are fully confidential, and I shall only tell him
what you ask me to.  He can provide the form of affidavit he needs, and I
shall sign it."

The next day Amanda, Cathy and I drove to the law office.  Mary did a
double take when she saw us.  Amanda and I were dressed identically in
sober business suits, with skirts almost down to our knees.  She ushered us
into Jim's office.  He looked at us in amazement.

"Which one of you is Renee and which is Amanda. . . I suppose one of you
*is* Renee.  But this is very remiss of me; I should have offered you
seats."  He seated us around the coffee table and Amanda said, "I am
Amanda, and this is my father."

That shook him.  He looked from one to the other of us.  "When I underwent
the treatment that resulted in my sex reassignment," I said, "I chose to be
modelled on Amanda.  The result is closer than I ever imagined possible,
but after all we do have the same genes."

"Yes, but you're much younger looking than you were, er, Renee."

"It's amazing what scientists can do."  That was closer to the truth than
he ever imagined.  He produced a file.  "You were quite right about the
requisite procedures.  I had an associate do the necessary research, and it
is all simpler than I thought.  Dr. Johnson has sent back the affidavit I
drew up for his signature, so the medical side is completed.  Now all I
have to do is to satisfy myself that you really are Richard."

"Is my signature enough?"

"Well that will certainly go some way towards it, since I have your
signature on file.  But I need something more."

Cathy butted in.  "I can certainly certify that Renee is my father,
formerly Richard.  So can Amanda."

"I hoped you would volunteer that without my having to ask.  I have
prepared affidavits for your signatures, Where's Linda, by the way.  She
really ought to sign too."

"Linda's still at school until next month."

"Oh, I think two of you will be enough.  Now if you two will sign here, and
here.  Now you will have to sign a whole batch of papers, Rich. . . Renee.
But do sign as Richard, please."

"That's OK.  I have not yet really become accustomed to signing as Renee."

"Now this trust fund."  He pulled out another file.  Are you sure you want
this?  All of you?"

Yes, we do, I replied."  I had taken the precaution of faxing a page to
Linda and she had signed and returned it.  "Here's Linda's agreement."
Amanda and Cathy joined in the chorus of assent and we all three signed
where indicated.

"How much is the trust fund, anyway," I asked.  I had never kept very good
track of my stocks, leaving it all in Jim's hands.

"The ranch is worth about three and half million, your stocks have a book
value at today's prices of . . .  He glanced at a slip of paper,
"$7,430,251.53, and brought in dividends of just over seven hundred
thousand last year.  Your royalties amounted to just over another quarter
of a million."

So that should give each of the four of us a gross income of just under a
quarter million," I said.

"And don't forget that your house and cars are all paid for.  That should
be plenty to live on."  He grinned.  "Even after I take off my inflated
fees.  Good luck, Renee."

The various certificates drifted in over the next three months, first the
new social security card, giving my sex as female, then the driver's
licence.  The last to come was my new certification as a qualified
analytical chemist.

I had my first period on schedule, and the couple of days before it I
discovered what women, at least some women, had to go through.  PMS is no
fun, and it took me some time to learn how to use tampons and sanitary pads
efficiently so as to avoid staining my skirt.  Cathy was the most help in
that.  My second period was only three weeks later, but the next one did
not arrive for over six weeks.  Dr.  Johnson put me on contraceptive pills,
"Not just to prevent conception," he said, " but to regularize your
periods, and to reduce the premenstrual cramps."

Danny and I were married six months later with Amanda and Cathy as my
bridesmaids.  Cathy starts college next month, Amanda will shortly marry
one of her beaux from college, and Linda has entered a seminary and hopes
to be ordained next year.

Danny no longer fucks my butt, except when I am having my period, but uses
my vagina instead.  In four months time I am expecting my first child - or
would that be my fourth?

fin