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Evolution/23
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Evolution / 23
Nearly five and a half months passed in the blink of an eye. The
summer was as exciting as Susan could have hoped for; the feeling of
walking, at Dara's side, down the beach wearing the world's sexiest
swimsuit was all that she had hoped for. They played with men a
few times, but could never seem to get Karen interested in more than
a short visit, now that she considered Dara and Susan to be a
"couple". Now, Dara and Susan were, for the moment, alone at
Karen's side, waiting for the big event. Karen's contractions had
subsided momentarily; the others who had been in the room left for
a moment.
"So, all in all, things have been going well," Dara was reporting.
"Susan here's been a big hit at the seminars. Our book has been
doing very well-- even though we only get three percent, it's been
enough to buy our new house. The rest of the profits have gone to
fund operations here. And Susan's even been considering being on
some talk shows."
"Oh no, not that," Karen answered, remembering Lisa's disastrous
episode.
"Actually I think things will be quite different now. I'm not going so
they can grill me on the ethics of it, but simply because I can tell
them what the 'other side' is really like, now that the world knows
my history."
Another contraction started. Karen's breasts had swelled a bit
beyond their normal size, Susan noted. She was undoubtedly
lactating already. This time the milk's effect would be different.
"She's coming," groaned Karen. "It's time..."
"Already?" said Dara. It wasn't quite so obvious whether it was
Karen's new reproductive system, or perhaps the effects of her
upright position in the birthing chair, that was making it so easy and
fast for her.
Susan looked at Karen, and coached her. "Okay. Smooth, like we
learned. Keep your breathing up."
"Oooh," said Karen.
Susan startled; while not watching, Dara had left to retrieve the
others. She moved around between Karen's legs. Already, she could
see Karen's vagina beginning to bulge; her daughter's head was well-
positioned in the birth canal, and was ready to emerge. Karen felt
the baby traveling, ever so gently, towards the outside; the
emotional, mental connection she had so cherished was fading, as
baby and mother assumed the same purpose: separation.
Karen's "daughter" felt everything as well; the warm, soft muscles
around her now exposed their hidden strength and power; and
guided her very firmly and gently through Karen's birth canal. It
seemed, to her, in her barely-conscious state, like a very long trip;
she could feel herself moving, and the passage in front of her expand,
but it seemed to be a long way to the outside. She and Karen had
"discussed" this event quite a bit in the last couple of weeks; both
were excited by it; and Karen's daughter, who knew very well that
she now had the same reproductive power that Karen did, was
anxious to be in Karen's place someday.
Again, a short break. Still no Dara or others. "You still haven't told
me the name."
"Phoenix," said Karen.
"Not 'Danielle?'" Susan mused.
"No. It's what she wanted; detachment from her old..." Karen was
cut off by the next contraction. Her birth canal opened, and the
baby's head was now visible. Karen slowly started to push the baby
out of herself. It was wonderful. The baby's head was almost
completely visible. A short breather here seemed all too short.
The next breath, all she got in was the words: "Very symbolic."
"Of course," whispered Susan, who now held still with her hands
between Karen's legs. The view, from where Susan stood, amazed
her; Karen's reproductive opening, normally so small and "invisible"
between her legs, was huge. Her legs were spread very far apart,
like no man could do; and Karen's enlarged opening seemed to take
up the entire area, larger than any other single feature of Karen's
body; symbolic of her current purpose in life. What was normally
small enough for... well, a man's penis... was, for the second time,
large enough for a small human being to pass through. Comfortably,
in fact. Karen had no need for pain medication.
Karen started to push again. "The first one," Susan whispered, as
Karen began to deliver the baby. The miracle of the event, the
power that Karen's body had, overwhelmed Susan for the second
time.
She heard the steps in the hallway, and finally people at the door.
But it was too late. Susan, covered in Karen's blood and other
secretions, was holding the baby. "Congratulations, it's a boy!" she
said.
"What??" said Karen and Jeannette Carlson, together. "Let me see,"
demanded Karen.
"Just kidding! Gosh!" announced Susan, smiling, as she transferred
the newborn infant into Karen's arms.
"You and Dara... _really_..." Karen complained. "Welcome back," she
said to her daughter. The baby, at the moment, was
indistinguishable from a normal baby girl.
It was a minute or two before Phoenix started to breathe on her own.
With respiration well established, Jeannette Carlson applied the
clamps to the umbelical cord, and offered the honor of the clipper to
Susan.
In just a few more minutes, contractions started again, and Karen
easily delivered the placenta. Susan was amazed at how quickly
Karen's body seemed to return to normal; though she would be
swollen and a bit sore for at least a week, her abdominal muscles
were already tightening. A little exercise, and she'd be back to her
normal self.
Jeannette carefully bathed the baby, and Karen's body, and then
helped ease Karen down out of the birthing chair and into bed. The
baby was already nursing when Jeannette asked the others,
including Susan and Dara, to leave her alone for a while. Karen was
entirely immersed in her daughter, and didn't turn as the others
tiptoed out.
"You're a mess," Dara told Susan. "Karen really 'got you' good."
Susan looked. "Oooh. I better go clean up."
With that done as best as possible, Dara turned to Susan. "Okay, now,
this is it. Right?"
Susan swallowed hard. "I didn't think it'd be here so soon. But,
you're right. No chickening out."
"We said... right after Karen's daughter was re-born. I'm ready if you
are."
Dara and Susan both took a deep breath and headed for the complex'
library.
They both sat at the same terminal. "This is the best way for us to
get started," Dara said, as though she was trying to assure herself of
that fact. "And, indeed, if your... or George's... friends are in here,
we'll find them."
Being inside the complex had one nice privilege here; the ability to
peruse the entire list of anxiously-awaiting candidates-- name,
address, phone number, desires and wishes, and a personal
statement from each on why he (or she) was interested in finding a
partner for the reversing process. Each had been prequalified by a
group of women in the field, who advised each of the risks and legal
requirements, including the fact that their partn
er might not be able
to, or decide not to, grant them a new body. There was no list of
pending volunteers to host the process; they were scarce compared
to the list that Dara and Susan now viewed, and all could pick a
person from this list right away. Outside the complex, access to the
list was severely restricted for privacy reasons-- you couldn't look
someone up by name, and couldn't view all the information that the
women now saw. Thousands of desperate people pleaded their cases
to those who would listen; people with handicaps or defects that
wanted a new, more functional body; scores of people who
considered themselves women trapped in men's bodies, and many
others that wanted something that medical science could not offer.
"I hope they all get it someday," Dara said. "Some look so sad."
"Once news of Karen's success with Phoenix spreads, there'll be more
volunteers, I bet. Remember Donna? She should be due pretty soon
herself."
"Probably more people on the list, though, as well."
"Perhaps."
Dara scanned one of the entries. "Ah! Good for you, Cathryn..."
"Who's Cathryn?"
"A girl I studied with in elementary school and high school. She was
paralyzed since birth from the waist down. Her dream was to be
able to walk on the beach someday and feel the sand between her
toes."
Susan peered at the display. "She found a host, I see."
"Yes, she's already gone. One of my best friends from back then, too.
I'll have to look her up and see how things are going. I'd like to be
with her when she finally gets to that beach. Oh well."
Dara flipped through the display a bit more, and stopped it again.
"Here he is. I _thought_ he'd be on the list." She tapped a button to
hardcopy the entry.
"Won't he be surprised to hear from _you_," Susan said, smiling.
"Don't I know it. I'm too excited. Get yours and you can go first."
Susan tried the names of George's old friends. None were on the list;
none ready for the transformation. It made some sense, of course.
They were, like George had been, in the prime of their lives, and
were in no hurry to be converted-- especially with the soon-to-be-
increasing female:male ratio that they expected. But one name she
typed in was there. The story hit home; it was a man who described
how a two-day encounter with a special woman made him realize
something that he wanted, and was now ready for. The woman had
left him with no phone number, no way to reach her. Although he
could have used various contacts to, perhaps, track her down, he felt
that she must have not wanted to see him again, and it was better to
leave her alone.
Susan printed this entry and closed the file.
Dara sat next to the phone. "You go first, Susan. I'm too nervous. I
don't know what I'll say; how to start. It'll be great; both of us
carrying other people inside of us; there to support each other. I still
think we can convince Karen to join us; she's been in this windowless
place long enough. We can watch each other's daughters, help each
other out..."
Susan, who didn't get wrapped up in Dara's conversation, went to the
phone and picked it up. Reading a number off of the printout, she
dialed. She took a deep breath and held the phone to her ear.
A long pause ensued. Possible opening phrases flashed through
Dara's head: "Congratulations! You've been selected..."
Finally, a man answered the phone. Susan took another deep breath.
"Ken, it's Susan," she said.
[continued]
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