There is actually a new universe in here, as anybody can be switched by the 
indian at the Wayfarer Inn.

(By the way, the Wayfarer Inn is situated between the Professor's town of 
Ovid and Elizabeth Bennett's town of Zenith.)

The Wayfarer
by Raven and Caleb Jones

That was it.  I'd finally gotten tired of my life, packed up a few things, and 
hit the road.  I wanted to start a new life somewhere else, where nobody 
knew me.  I could be anybody I wanted to be.   Anyone other than who I 
was.

I figured I'd head out west, maybe go to Colorado.  I always did like skiing.

Why the hell not?  My car was paid for, and my insurance paid up until the 
end of the year.  After the last settlement, I had almost $100k in the bank.  
The time was now!

I was out on the road, in the middle of Oklahoma, when I spotted a hitchiker.  
The closer I got, the more that I could see that it was a young, very beautiful 
girl.  However, one feature stuck out more than any other.  She looked as if 
she was about six or seven months pregnant.

What was she doing out here in the middle of nowhere?  There wasn't a town 
for at least a hundred miles.  I usually will never stop to pick up hitchikers, 
but this one was different.  This was no place for an expectant mother to be.

I pulled to the side of the road, and rolled down the passenger side window.  
She came up along side my car, and poked her head in the window.  The 
girl's extremely long hair tumbled down into the passenger seat.  Her 
perfume filled the air of my car.

"Where are you headed?" I asked her.

"Just west . . . as far as I can get."

"Well," I pondered, "I'm going as far as Colorado, you can go as far as I'm 
going."

She smiled sweetly, flashing perfect white teeth before responding, "That 
would be great."

When she opened the car door to get in, I asked, "Don't you have any 
baggage or luggage?"

"No. I only carry the essentials in this knapsack," she stated, pointing to the 
knapsack.  "Otherwise, I just make do as I can."

We drove on for quite some distance.  During the drive, I was able to find out 
that my passenger's name was Jenna.  I introduced myself as Robert, or 
Robbie, as I preferred.  For the most part we kept the conversation light. 
However, I couldn't ignore my concern for this girl.

"Forgive me for asking, but you seem awfully young to be so pregnant. How 
old are you anyway?" I questioned her.

There was a long period of silence.  Finally, she realized that in order to 
continue riding, she would have to answer a few questions.  

Jenna sighed before telling me, "I'm only fifteen years old, and before you 
ask your next question, yes. . . I ran away from home."

Oh no, my mind raced.  This was exactly what I didn't need.  I was trying to 
stay out of trouble.  I could see why she could be pregnant.  She looked like 
she could be between eighteen and twenty years of age.  She was well 
developed for her age, and was stunningly beautiful.  She was the kind of a 
girl whose looks would drive all of the boys, men for that matter, crazy!

Although she was relatively short, maybe 5'2" or 5'3", she looked very 
adult.  Jenna's breasts were large for a girl her age, and very likely would 
cause her to get a reputation as a school slut, even if she was the kind of girl 
who really didn't deserve it.  Judging from her delicate condition, it appeared 
that she did earn such a reputation.  Apart from the obvious bulge in her 
abdomen, the rest of Jenna appeared to be slender, even petite.

She had a face that reminded me of every high school cheerleader that I ever 
lusted over when I was in school.  Jenna had a heart shaped face, with high 
cheek bones.  Her nose was that type of button upturned nose which plastic 
surgeons tried to copy, but could not.  Topping it all of was cupid's bow lips 
that did not need any collagen additives, and piercing sky blue eyes.  This 
was a face that many a man would fight over, but, unfortunately, also a face 
that looked like it didn't have an intelligent thought in its head.

As I already noticed, Jenna had very long and thick hair.  It was the kind of 
very light blonde hair that just begged to have someone's fingers run through 
it.   There wasn't an ounce of curl to her hair.  It was just long and straight 
like the type of hair that you would see on a California beach. However, we 
were in the almost out of Oklahoma.

I suddenly remembered what Jenna had just told me, snapping me out of my 
mental appreciation of her physical charms.  It wasn't appropriate that I was 
thinking of a fifteen year old girl in this way!

Wanting to delve a little more into her current situation I asked, "Where's 
home?"

"New Jersey.  Your not going to turn me in are you?  That would really be 
bad for me.  You just don't understand what I've been through."

I wanted to be sympathetic, but I was somewhat worried about becoming 
even more involved in the life of a stranger.  "Why don't you tell me so I do 
understand.  I won't do anything until you tell me your story."

I found a little cafe along the side of the road.  We stopped for a drink, and a 
quick meal.  The poor girl looked like she hadn't eaten in days.  The cafe was 
buzzing with activity from some Indians that lived at a nearby reservation.  
Nevertheless, I listened intently as Jenna told me the sad story of her life.  It 
all started when her mother married for the second time.

"For the first few months he was okay.   I even started to like him.   But 
then, my mother had to go on the  road for a week to a convention which her 
company holds each year.   She didn't think there would be any problems 
leaving the two of us alone for the week.   She was so wrong." 

Jenna broke down and cried for a while.

She continued after regaining her composure. "After she left, he got more and 
more tense.  A couple of days later, after I went to sleep, he . . . he . . . he 
attacked me.   I woke up and felt his weight on top of me.  His hands were all 
over me.   When it was over, he told me that if I ever told my mother, or the 
cops, he would make sure I wouldn't be able to testify in court.   The next 
morning, he had three of his big friends over for brunch.   He made sure that 
I overheard his friends reassure him that he could count on them to take care 
of things. He told them that if the little trouble he was in escalated, he would 
need some one hurt to stop them from talking.   They all promised him all the 
help he needed. Then they talked about the time he had helped them after they 
got  into trouble for  beating  up some guy."

Again, Jenna had to pause for a moment to get her composure. I could now 
see why she was so upset.

"He thanked them for their help, and then turned to wink at me where I was 
hiding in the closet.  That wink sent a chill down my spine.  I knew it was 
just a matter of time before something really terrible happened."

"What happened next?" I questioned her.  I hoped that the tone of my voice 
communicated the genuine concern that I felt for her situation. I touched her 
hand just in case.

"After his friends left, he told me that if I breathed a word of what happened 
between he and I, they would make me suffer before hurting me..   They 
would warn me first by beating up my mother.   I swore I would never tell 
anyone, and hoped that would be the end of it.  It wasn't!  It just got worse.  
He used that threat to fuck me every chance that he got. Then, I didn't get my 
period.   I didn't get the next one, or the one after that.  I waited until I started 
to show, then I ran away.  My mother doesn't even know I'm pregnant.   If I 
tell her why I left, he will hurt her . . . I just know it."  

She looked at me with those big sky blue eyes.  They started tearing up 
again, and begged me not to send her back.

I told her that I wouldn't put her back in that position, although I wasn't sure 
what I could do to help her out back home.   

We got back on the road again so that we could make the most of the daylight 
hours.  We rode in silence after Jenna's heartbreaking revelations.  There just 
didn't seem to be much to say.  It did give me time to do some thinking.  
Eventually, I decided that we would have to get the authorities involved.  I 
could make sure that she and her mother were as protected as possible, but it 
just wasn't right for a pregnant fifteen year old to be out on the road like this.  
She needed to be home with her mother.  I was positive that Jenna would not 
approve of my plan!

It was getting dark, so we pulled into a motel for the night.  I could just as 
well have slept in my car, but thought that Jenna could use a good night's 
sleep on a soft mattress.  We went to have a full dinner at a restaurant across 
the street.  The restaurant, like the cafe further down the road, was bustling 
with activity from native americans.  We were definitely in Indian country.

As we ate, I tried to convince her to get the authorities involved, when we got 
further west.   I told her that California had some pretty good laws in family 
matters.   She could petition the courts to become an emancipated minor, or 
we could get her mother to come out here.

Jenna got much too emotional.   She firmly believed she would be sent home, 
and swore he wouldn't hurt her again.   When I tried to press her on getting 
help again, she started to raise her voice.   

"You shouldn't be lecturing me.   I'm the one who is going to have the baby, 
you know.  I wish you knew what it was like to be alone and pregnant and 
scared like I am now." 

I tried to comfort her by taking her hand.  She only jerked it away defiantly.  
My words of wisdom had transformed me into an enemy like every other 
adult.  I looked around the place to make sure that there was nobody around 
to overhear our conversation.  There was no one around us except an leathery 
old Indian man.   

He seemed to be  watching us with a disapproving look in his eyes.  

Jenna struggled to get out of the booth with her prodigious girth.  The petite 
look of the rest of her frame made the pregnancy appear that much bigger.  
Yet, she refused my offer of help by pushing my hand away.   

"If only you knew what it is like to be me right now."   

She broke into tears, and walked ahead of me out the door  toward the motel.  
I hurriedly threw some bills on the table so that I could follow closely behind.  
I was very concerned for Jenna'a well being.  When I passed the old man's 
table, he grabbed my arm, and mumbled some mumbo jumbo words that 
sounded very ominous.   

I pulled away from him and walked out.   When I looked back, over my 
shoulder, I saw him making odd signs with his fingers.  

"Great!" I said aloud to myself.   First I try to help this girl, and then she gets 
mad at me for doing it.  Now I've got the natives upset with me as well.   
What could be next?     Later, I would wonder why I tempted fate by asking 
that question. 

When I woke up the next morning so sick.  I felt like I was going to throw 
up.   God, I thought.   What did I have to eat last night?    My stomach was 
so bloated, it actually felt fat!   It couldn't be indigestion, because I had never 
experienced stomach upset like this.  

I tried to bring my hands up to my mouth to catch whatever was threatening 
to come up my throat.  They encountered something soft and big on my chest 
that wasn't there last night . .  or ever before in my life.   It felt just like a pair 
of...breasts?  I could feel my hands touching them from inside my body.   Oh 
God, I thought, I was a woman.

I tried to sit up in the bed, but could not.  There seemed to be something on 
my abdomen that prevented me from changing positions.  I yanked down the 
covers of the bed, and got the shock of my life.  Not only was I a woman, I 
was a very pregnant woman!

I inched to the edge of the bed, where I swung my legs out over the edge. 
The dress and socks that I was wearing all looked very familiar.  As the 
immediate shock began to wear off, I realized I was looking down at clothes 
that I had seen before.  I noticed that my feet didn't even reach the floor, and 
I had to hop out of bed.

When my feet finally hit the floor, I felt the soft growths upon my chest 
bounce up and down.  I could also feel something elastic across my back and 
shoulder blades, as well as something cutting into my upper shoulders.  It 
could only be a bra.  I think I turned red with shame because I felt my face 
flush.

The torrent of emotions that I was experiencing, some of which I couldn't 
even identify, must have done something to the fetus now growing inside my 
new womb.  I felt it kicking, and moving about.  Then, all of a sudden, I felt 
a massive amount of pressure where I new my bladder to be, and a release of 
that pressure.  Warm liquid filled my lower undergarments, running down 
my legs.  The baby's kicking made me wet myself.

I wanted to cry so badly.  However, I stuggled to maintain control.  If I lost 
it, there was no telling what would happen.

I waddled over to the full length mirror on the dresser.  Everything seemed so 
big now because I was so short.  The reflection in the mirror confirmed my 
worst fears . . . I had become Jenna!

I was now an extremely pregnant, teenaged runaway.

"JENNA?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.  "ARE YOU HERE?"

My voice was an octive higher than it used to be.  It was soft and melodic.  It 
was the voice of Jenna.  However, there was no response to that voice.

A panic gripped my heart.  I searched around the motel room.  All of my 
clothes and belongings were gone!  The car keys were gone also.  The only 
thing that was left was Jenna'a knapsack, and a closed, sealed envelope. I 
waddled to the front window of the motel room, desperately clutching the 
envelope.  When I separated the curtains to see into the parking lot, I 
confirmed what I already knew to be true.  My car, and Jenna in my body 
were now gone.

This time I did vomit.  As soon as I felt the urge rising in my throat and 
chest, I ran as fast as I could toward the bathroom.  The cumbersome body 
that I now wore wasn't exactly built for speed.  I was able to hold it back 
until I got to the toilet bowl.

I got on my hands and knees, launching a stream of puke into the bowl.  
During the multiple dry heaves that followed, I realized that it wasn't 
something that I, or rather she, had eaten.  It was the morning sickness that 
accompanies pregnancy.  Even that wasn't fair.  Most women resolve 
morning sickness in the first or second trimester. This body was at least in 
the late second trimester.

I straightened back up, flipping her long blonde hair out of my face, and back 
over my shoulders.  I tried to convince myself that Jenna had just gone for 
help.  Yeah, that was it!  She went for help, and would be back soon to 
correct this situation.

I had made her body a mess.  I had wet myself, and puked all over myself.  I 
thought I had better make her body presentable before she returned or else 
she would be mad at me.  I didn't want her to be mad at me. The stress over 
what had happened to me, combined with my unwillingness to accept that I 
was now stuck in her body threw my mind into denial.  You do strange 
things while in denial.

I muttered over and over, "Gotta clean up. Can't have her mad at me.  Gotta 
clean up.  Can't have her mad at me.  Gotta . . . ."

I kept my mind occupied with this mantra, while I stripped off the soiled 
clothes, and then jumped into the shower.  I didn't want to have to think 
about the body that I was about to bathe.  It was no use!  After being a man 
for your entire life, having a beautiful, pregnant woman's body was a jumble 
of erotic sensations.

I couldn't help but fondle my big new boobs.  The vomit had seeped through 
her dress and they needed washing. The nipples were large, brown, and a bit 
sore, in preparation for the job they were supposed to do in a few months. 
Still, the feeling of weight on my chest, along with the twin points of 
pleasure on the end was quite an experience.  I felt along my outrageously 
expanded abdomen.  That feeling of weight, riding low on my pelvis was 
wild, albeit not as wild as feeling another life inside of me kicking/moving 
every now and then.

I even felt all along my new womanhood with shaking hands.  It wasn't that 
much different than a man's genitals.  My new labia was kind of like the 
scrotum of my balls. The feeling of that flesh was analogous, as my clitoris 
was to my penis.  When I manipulated it, it seemed to grow, and felt sooooo 
good . . . maybe even better than a penis!

I mentally stopped myself from thinking that way.  I didn't want to start 
liking what had happened to me.  As if to illustrate that point, I could feel my 
vagina start to lubricate in preparation to be entered.   That revelation 
underscored exactly the substantial difference between what I was, and what 
I now was.  I could no longer penetrate, but was designed to be penetrated!  I 
was no longer the hunter, but the hunted.

The rest of my anatomy was slender, soft, smooth, and so very weak.

I had to force myself to concentrate on the job at hand . . . clean the body.  
That's exactly what I did, as quickly as possible so that I wouldn't have to 
touch, and start to like the touching of, this body.

I finished bathing.  Washing Jenna's long hair was a bit of a problem.  It 
made me wonder how women managed such long hair?  I didn't know, and 
didn't care.  I would just comb it out, and she would be back to reclaim her 
own body.  She could dry and style the hair.

Fortunately, there was another change of clothes in the knapsack.  It was 
very aw1kward putting on a bra for the first time, particularly getting the 
boobs into the cups.  I had to settle for putting it on backwards, pulling 
around my waist, putting my small arms through the straps, and then pulling 
it up, and stuffing my tits into it.  The rest of the outfit was simple cotton 
panties, a T-shirt, a sleevless maternity dress, socks, and sandles.

After I finished dressing, I carefully combed out Jenna's long hair. I settled 
for just pulling it up and over my head, and down my back.  I had to wring it 
our a couple of times in the sink, or it would never dry.  As it was, it would 
take hours.  Jenna's cherubic youthful face needed no makeup or anything, 
not that I had any intention of wearing any, of course..

The next order of business was rinsing out the dirty clothes.  That I did, 
using the sink, and the soap provided by the motel.  I wrung out the clothes 
after I was done, to get as much moisture out as I could, and hung them over 
the shower rod to dry.

The only thing left to do was to sit down and wait for Jenna to return.  It 
seemed like I was checking the clock on the wall every couple of minute.  
Those minutes passed like hours, the hours like days.  12:30 p.m. rolled 
around, and there was still no Jenna.  To distract myself, I began to watch 
people out in the parking lot.  There seemed to be an awfully large amount of 
native americans around.

Then it hit me all at once.  Where would Jenna go for help.  She wouldn't 
have a clue as to how this all happened. She wasn't around when that old 
Indian uttered those strange words, and made those odd hand symbols in 
response to her wish that . . .

Oh my God, I screamed inside my head.  That was it!  That old Indian had 
somehow granted Jenna's wish.  She had wished that I could know how it 
felt to be pregnant and alone.

That meant . . . Jenna wasn't coming back.  I had been deludng myself all 
along.  I scrambled for the envelope that she had left for me.  I had put off 
opening it for fear of what it might say.  Now it was an imperitive.

I ripped it open, and began to read.  It read:

	Robbie:

	Or should I say Jenna, now.  By the time you read this 	I will be 
gone.  I woke up and found myself in your body, 	 and I can only guess 
you are now in mine.  I don't know how it 	happened.  Maybe 	 God 
heard my prayers.

	It got me to thinking about what you said to me.  You  	were 
right.  I should be with my mother.  The authorities 	should be told what 
happened. I just couldn't do it.  You're 	a lot smarter than I am.  You 
have it all figured out what to 	do.  You can make it all right, and make sure 
that bastard  	gets what he deserves.  I'm sorry.  I just couldn't do it.

	Please don't try to find me.  I didn't do anything to take  	your 
body, and I don't have any idea how to give it back    	I guess I got my 
wish for a new life.  

	Please try to enjoy mine.  Take care of my baby.  	I'll pray for you 
both every night.

	Good-bye.    Jenna.

	 Robbie

	p.s.  I paid for the room already, and left you 100 bucks 	until the 
authorities get here.  I called the child authorities so 	that they could help you 
get back home.  You were right    	I just hope you have the courage to do 
what I can't.

There was about $100 in loose bills inside the envelope.

That is when I panicked in earnest.  I had wasted a few hours already.  The 
child authorities would be here any minute, and take me back to live out 
Jenna's life.  I did the first think that came to mind.  I ran!

The wet clothes were hastily folded, and packed into the knapsack with the 
rest of Jenna's belongings.  I slung it over my shoulders and waddled out of 
the motel room as fast as my pregnant little body could carry me.  I had to get 
away from here.

There was only one thing that I could do.  I had to find that old Indian so that 
he could set things right.  I had to explain what had really happened, and the 
situation I was in.  He just had to understand.

I spied the place where my search would have to begin . . . the restaurant 
across the street.  Despite my urge to run, I forced myself to slow down, and 
walk like nothing was out of the ordinary.  Not that a very pregnant fifteen 
year old was normal.  Running wasn't much of an option, anyway. 

I proceeded across the street, into the restaurant.  Fortunately, my luck was 
holding.  The child authorities had not yet made the scene.

Once inside the restaurant, I immediately recognized the middle aged waitress 
who had served us last night.  I think her name was Madge, or something 
like that.  I walked up behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder.  She, and 
everybody else was much bigger than me now.

Madge turned to see who was tapping her on the shoulder.  She smiled when 
she saw me.

"Hiya Hon.  Didja leave somethin' here last night?"

"Uh . . . no . . er . . . Madge."

"Speak up Baby.  I wouldn't bite ya.  You just tell ole Madge what the 
problem is.  What's your name anyway, Sweetie?"

"R . . ." I started to say, but then stopped myself.  "Jenna," I corrected.

"How old are you Jenna?"

"Fifteen."

"My Lord!  A wee child like you should not be pregnant.  You just tell me 
what your problem is Honey, and I'l do what I can to help you.  Is it that 
man you were with."

This was not going in the direction that I wanted.  If she kept me around 
here, I would surely be caught by the authorities.  I had to get to the point, 
and get there fast.

"I'm looking for that old Indian man that was in here last night.  Can you tell 
me where to find him?"

"The Black Crow?  What would you be wanting with that old Indian shaman?  
He's crazy you know."

"He-he told me to look him up last night.  My . . . dad and I were going to go 
and visit him, maybe bring him some groceries or something."

"Babydoll.  There's a dirt road on back of this here diner.  You just follow 
that road out about ten miles, and you'll come to his shack.  It's on the edge 
of the reservation."

Finally, I had a break.  In order to keep up the lie that I told her, I stood upon 
my tiptoes to kiss her on the cheek.

"Thanks Madge.  You've been a big help."

"You bet, Jenna.  You be safe now, ya hear, Sweetie?"

"I will," I assured in my best little girl's voice, as I hurried out of the place.  I 
looked back over my shoulder long enough to see Madge go back to what she 
was doing before I interrupted her.

The hike along the dirt road was long and tiring.  A pregnant body was not 
built for walking long distances.  I had to stop often to rest and several times 
I had to find a spot off road to pee.   I really wished I had my old body back 
then.  It wouldn't have been too hard to  squat, but when you added in the 
extra mass in front of me it became downright difficult. The trip took a lot 
longer than what I had originally anticipated.  It was dusk before I arrived at 
the shamen's shack.  Fortunately, he was at home becasue the interior lights 
were on.

I knocked softly upon the door of the shack.  There was movement from 
within.  Moments later, the old Indian that I recognized from the diner opened 
the door.

When he saw me, he stated, "So.  You have come to me.  Do you not like 
your new body?"

"You don't understand," I protested.

"Understand all I need to.  You get girl child pregnant, than treat her badly.  
You not want to take responsibilty for your baby.  Now you must take 
responsibility.  You now mother and father!"

I reran everything that happened last night from the exact text of my 
conversation with Jenna, down to my touch of her hand.  Of course to any 
third party who had been watching, it would appear to be just as the Indian 
thought it to be.

"No.  It's not like that.  I'm not the father.  Please let me explain."

The elderly Black Crow looked at me for a second, and then opened the door 
further for me to enter.  Enter I did, and proceeded to tell him every detail of 
my story.  For the next half hour he listened to my every word, neither 
speaking, nor making any facial expression.

When I finished my story, he took both of my hands into his.  He looked 
deep into my eyes, while concentrating intently.  It was almost as if he was 
looking through me, at my very soul.

Abruptly, the Indian dropped my hands.  "I believe you," he said.

I was hopeful.  "Then you will put me back into my own body?"

"No.  That I cannot do.  Both bodies must be close to each other in order for 
me to reverse the spell."

My heart sank.  I felt like crying.  The Indian saw the tears forming in the 
corner of my eyes.

"I can help you, my friend."

"H-how?"

"You must trust me.  Can you do this?"

"Yes. I guess so."  What choice did I have?

"Good.  We must hurry.  We go into the sweat lodge."

The Black Crow led me into a windowless, and very warm room.  He started 
a fire in the center of the room, and bade me to sit down.  I did as he 
requested me to do.  The Indian shaman began to chant in a language that I 
didn't recognize, or even understand.  His chanting was very relaxing, 
however.

Every now and then, The Black Crow looked over to me, to see how I was 
doing.  I was so very tired.  The hike here had been exhausting.  I thought 
that if I could just rest my eyes for a second, I would be all right. I would just 
close my eyes for a second, while I listened to his words.

**********

The Black Crow checked to see if the young girl man was in the proper 
trance.  She was, and he spoke aloud.

"The Gods have seen that this child has been harmed.  They have seen the 
soul of this girl through the link which the two of then now share.  The Gods 
have agreed to set things right.  They will erase my mistake."

He directed his attention to the sleeping girl.

"In order for the Gods to do their job, you must take the place of the girl that 
you appear to be.  When you awaken, you will not recall the person you once 
were.  You will know only that you are this Jenna, and that from the 
identification on her person.  You will neither remember the details of your 
life, or the details of her life, as related to you.  You will remember that you 
hit your head somewhere, and do not recall anything of your life before now.  
You have been just wandering around the roads.  You are not a man.  You 
have never been a man, nor do you ever want to be a man.  You like who you 
are.  You like being a girl, and will feel comfortable in your body.  This you 
will remember, and one thing more. You will love and want to keep the babe 
who grows within your womb.  This, and only this you will remember, until 
you once again behold the face of your rightful body.  Then you will 
remember everything.  You will remember the words that I will now tell you, 
that will reverse the spell.  When spoken to your rightful body you will once 
again return home.  This I promise to you.  The Gods have assured me that 
the drama is yet to be played out."

With that, the Black Crow whispered the magic words into the girl's ear.

**********

"Where is my child?  Where is my baby?" demanded an visibly destraught 
Barbara Eliot.

Barbara was a young 32 years of age, and looked more like a woman in her 
mid to late twenties.  However, the hurried trip from New Jersey, including 
approximately 48 hours without sleep, did nothing to enhance her 
appearence.  Rod, her husband, did not help matters much either.  He had 
been in a strange, agitated mood ever since they had gotten word that Jenna 
had been found.

It was easy to understand why Barbara, or Barbi to friends and family, was 
so anxious.  It had been nearly 4 months since she last saw her only child.  
She had spent every waking moment trying to locate Jenna to no avail.  The 
call two days ago from Child Services in Oklahoma was the first good news 
that she had received in that time.

Barbi attempted to ask the representative of Child Services how Jenna was, 
what kind of condition she was in, was she hurt, etc.  The only thing that 
they would tell her was that she had better get here right away!  It was the 
absence of usable information that was fueling all of Barbi's worst fears.

"She's right in here Mrs. Eliot.  I know that you are upset, but please try to 
remain calm.  It won't do either of you any good."

"Take me to her NOW," screamed Barbi.  She had endured quite enough!

Rod placed his hands on his wife's shoulders.  She was only slightly taller 
than her daughter Jenna.  "Baby?  Take it easy."

Barbi shrugged her shoulders violently to dislodge Rod's hands.  She glared 
at him with fire in her eyes.  Her ire had finally found a suitable target.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she snarled.  "You have't been one bit of help 
since Jenna ran away.  It's almost like you don't want her to come back.  
Well, I've had about enough of it.  What's your problem?  Did she run away 
because of something that you did to her?"

Rod gave a fake laugh. "Ha ha.  Of course not.  I knew that she would be 
found.  I'm just worried about your health.  That's all."

His nervousness and edginess made Barbi suspect that there was something 
more.  There was something that Rod wasn't telling her.

"This way," instructed the man from Child Services.

He led them through a series of doors, hallways and passages.  Just before 
Barbi moved to enter the room, the man stopped her.

"If you haven't seen or heard from Jenna in 4 months, I have to warn you.  
Uh . . . she's changed quite a bit.  I just want you to be ready."

"She couldn't have changed that much . . . " Barbi started to say, as she 
pushed open the door.  As soon as she saw her daughter, she stopped in mid-
sentence.

Barbi's daughter was pregnant!

**********

Back in Jersey, night had just started to fall.  It was cloudy out this night,  
obscuring the moon.  Dark shadows abounded everywhere.

Within one of those shadows, near the rear of the Eliot household lurked a 
man dressed all in black.  A black ski mask was pulled over his face so that 
only his eyes were visible.  The man in black carried with him a black 
knapsack, that appeared to be filled with some equipment.

The man cautiously looked all around to make sure none of the Eliot's 
neighbors were watching the house.  He nodded to himself, satisfied that his 
actions would be unobserved. Slowly, ever so slowly, the man crept within 
the shadows to the back door of the Eliot house.

When he got there, he reached toward the third planter that abuted the porch.  
His hand retrieved a key.  The key went into the lock in the rear door, and 
turned without resistence.  The man in black had free access to the interior of 
the Eliot house.

The man thoughtfully replaced the key into the planter before proceeding into 
the house.  He pulled the door closed quietly behind him.  Just to may sure, 
the strange intruder peeked out through the curtains of the rear window, just 
to make sure that nobody saw his entry.  The coast was clear!

Strangely, the intruder bypassed the silver.  In fact, he totally ingnored 
anything that appeared to be of value.  Instead, he eased himself up the stairs, 
careful to avoid all of the creaky boards that he knew to be there. He moved 
unerringly to the room that, up until a few months ago, was occupied by 
Jenna, Barbi Eliot's daughter.

The door hinges groaned slightly when the darkly clad man opened the door 
into Jenna'a room.  The room was a cheerful pink, with stuffed animals 
scattered here and there.  Remnants from Jenna'a childhood.  The sight of 
those stuffed animals made the man pause for just a second.  He sighed 
deeply, shaking his head.

The man dropped his knapsack onto the floor.  It made a dull thus as it hit the 
floor, indicating that there was something of weight contained within.

The man started to unzip the knapsack, but whispered to himself, "So much 
work to do . . ."

**********

It had been an odd two days for me.  When I woke up two days ago, I was in 
some shack out in the woods.  I had no memory of how I got there.  As a 
matter of fact, I had no memory of who I was!  The only thing of which I 
was absolutely positive was that I was a girl, and that I was going to have a 
baby.  For some odd reason, I did remember that my name was Jenna.

Other than that, I had no details of my life!  I didn't know where I came 
from, who my parents were, or even who the father of my child was.  The 
huge hole on my memory frightened me worse than . . . I could ever 
remember.  I started to cry hysterically.

An old indian guy came to me when I began to cry.  He managed to calm me 
down.  I asked him what had happened to me?  He told me that I had been in 
some type of accident in the woods.  He found me when I was unconsious, 
and brought me back to this place.  This was his shack.

He was very kind to me.  He gave me some broth, which made me feel 
better.  Then he explained to me that soon some men would be coming for me 
to take me home.  He also said, and I thought it was kinda strange, that the 
Gods had brought me to him.  He told me that a great wrong had been done 
to me, and my other, which the Gods would set right.  I had no idea what he 
meant by my other, but I just nodded and listened because he was so nice.

A little latter some men in suits did show up at the shack.  They said that they 
were looking for me, that some anonymous man had given them a tip as to 
my whereabouts.  I listened intently as the strange men told the old indian that 
I was a runaway from New Jersey.  Apparently my mom had been looking 
for me for some time.  She was very worried about me.  The men, who 
identified themselves from Child Services, recounted to my indian protector 
how they had followed me from a motel, to a diner, and finally down the 
long trail to the indian'd shack.

The indian, in turn, explained to the men how he found me unconsious in the 
woods.  I had awakened without any memory of my past, except for my first 
name.

It occured to me that I didn't even know my last name.  None of the things 
which the men from Child Services said about me sounded at all familiar.  It 
was as if they had happened to somebody else.  The one thing that I did 
realize from hearing them talk was that I was just a kid.  I was a underaged 
girl who had gotten pregnant.  Then I thought that maybe that was the reason 
that I ran away in the first place?

Anyway, the men from Child Services took me away.  The old indian wished 
me well, and told me to have faith.  Everything would turn out okay in the 
end.  The Gods would see to that.  I didn't know how it possibly could with 
everything those people were saying about me, but his concern touched me 
anyway.  I had the feeling that my protector really, really cared about me.  I 
broke free from the strange men long enough to rush over to the indian to 
give him a kiss on the cheek, and a hug.  I thanked him for everything.

The people from Child Services loaded me into a van to take me back to some 
place where I could stay, while my mom flew in from New Jersey. I tried to 
picture her face in my head.  No images came!  I asked one of the men to tell 
me something about myself.  The only things they would tell me was that I 
was 15 years old, and that I was a runaway.  They also told me that my mom 
had no idea that I was pregnant.

That made me feel sad.  It made me think that I must have been a very bad 
little girl to have gotten pregnant at such a young age.  I must have already 
been having sex, and messing around with boys.  I just wished that I could 
remember something . . . anything at all.  Suddenly, I wondered if I was 
pretty?  I didn't even remember what I looked like.

I looked down at myself to see that I had very big boobies . . . at least they 
were big for 15!  No wonder I was popular with the boys.  I could also see 
long, straight golden hair flowing over my shoulders, and over my titties.  I 
must be pretty.

I asked the men for a mirror.  None of them had a hand mirror, but the driver 
was kind enough to rearrange the rearview mirror so that I could see myself.  
The girl in the mirror looked vaguely familiar.  I knew that I had seen that 
face before.  That made me feel a little better because I thought maybe my 
memory would come back.  I was very pretty.  A strange thought crossed my 
mind.  If I was a boy, I would want to kiss and touch me.

However, I put that thought out of my mind.  How silly!  I was a girl, after 
all.  There is no way that I could ever be a boy!

I have been at this facility for the last two days.  There was nothing to do but 
get accustomed to myself since my memory did not return.  Some 
psychiatrists or something talked to me, and they said that my memory loss 
was psychological.  Some emotional trauma was blocking my memory.  
There was nothing that they could do for me, as it was something I would 
have to get over myself.  They said that as soon as I got over whatever it 
was, my memory would come back.

The people at the facilty were also very nice.  They fed me, and gave me 
some new clothes to wear.  Although, they had to go out shopping to get 
some maternity outfits big enough for me to wear.  The weird thing was that, 
even though I was a pretty girl, I had no idea how to put on bras, put on 
make up, or even how to wash and style my long hair.

The psychiatrists were all very confused.  They weren't able to find any 
recorded case where somebody forgot how to do the most basic of learned or 
programmed behavoir.  I was a first.  They all concluded that I was from a 
very deep emotional scar . . . that I was tring to run awat from who I was or 
who I am.  The fact that I was a very pregant teenager just comfirmed their 
conclusion.

Fortunately, one of the ladies, Joanie, took pity on me, and took me under 
her wing.  She retrained me on all of those things that a girl of my age should 
know.  She was pleased how easy it came, and in truth, after a few times, it 
felt completely natural.

The thing that I couldn't seem to get used to was my ackward body.  It just 
seemed so alien to me.  It stuck me as kinda funny because you would think 
by this time I would be used to the feeling of big boobies on my chest or my 
fat belly sticking out.  It just felt so . . . wrong?  And my movements . . . 
they were not graceful at all like a girl should be.

It made me think that I didn't belong in this body.  How could that be?  I just 
figured that it was the memory loss like the doctors.  With Joanie's help, I 
did start to move around more naturally like a girl.  It was just those tits!  I 
was constantly aware of their bobbling and jiggling.

About an hour ago, Joanie told me that my mom was on the way from the 
airport.  She said that she would be here soon.  Joanie's words made me 
think back over everything that had happened to me in the last two days. Here 
I was now, staring at an stranger that kinda looked like an older version of 
me.

"M-mom?" I guessed.

The woman broke into tears at the sight of me. "J-Jenna . . . my baby?  What 
happened to you?"

Her tears made me start to cry also.  Through my sobs I was able to say, "I-I 
d-don't know . . . m-mom.  I can't remember!"

That was when one of the psychiatrists explained mt memory loss and 
condition to her.  There was another man with my mom that I didn't 
recognize.  At first I thought that he may be my daddy, but I didn't look 
anything like him.  The more that I looked at him, the more he stared back at 
me with an eerie look on his face.  It kind of gave me the creeps!

The explanation of my condition had opposite effects on the two newcomers.  
The man actually looked relieved.  The woman, who was my mom, became 
almost hysterical.  The psychiatrists had to give her a valium to calm her 
down. When the got her into a better frame of mind, they explained that my 
condition was from a deep emotional scar.  Once I was able to get over 
whatever it was that caused the scar, my memory would start to return.  That 
seemed to make her feel a little better.

The woman rushed over to me, and took me into her arms.  She cried freely, 
which of course made me cry again anew.  She rocked me back and forth, 
like a parent would normall rock a child.  I had to admit, that after everyhing 
that had happened to me, it was kinda nice being in the arms of someone who 
loved me as much as she seemed to.  My body reacted to her smell and her 
touch.  It just made me feel so . . . safe.   That's how I knew that she really 
was my mommy.

She pulled away slightly, to look me in the eyes.  "You don't remember 
anything?"

"Uh-huh," I responded, shaking my head in the negative.  Blonde hair 
swirled around my face and eyes.

Long hair was really such a pain.  I wondered why I had wanted it in the first 
place.  I drew the few stray strands that remained in my eye, or on my lips, 
away with a flick of my hand.

"Do you remember me, Jenna?"

"No.  I'm sorry, Mommy.  I wish that I could.  You feel and smell real 
familiar.  You feel like my mom."  That was as much as I could honestly 
confirm.

"That's a start," my mom tried to sound reassuring.  "What about Rod?" she 
asked, pointing to her companion.

"Who's Rod?" was my reply.

"My husband.  Your stepfather?"

"No.  I'm sorry."

"Are you sure?"

The strange man, who my mom had indicated was Rod, finally said 
something.  "Now Barb.  You really shouldn't push her.  Just give the chld 
some time.  I'm sure that it will eventually come back to her."

My mom, however, asked me another question. "Do you know who got you 
in this condition?  Was it one of the boys at school?"

"I really don't know Mommy.  I'd tell you if I could."

Her questioning made me start to cry again.  She took me into her arms, yet 
one more time.

"It's okay.  Everything's going to be okay.  Your Mommy's here, and she 
loves you very much.  I'm going to take care of you.  Okay?"

"I love you too, Mommy," I cried.

Everybody started to pack up my things to take me home.  The psychiatrists 
gave my mom some last instructions.  They told her that it was important that 
I be returned to my old life, including school, as soon as possible to trigger 
my memory.  My mom tried to protest, saying that a pregnant teenager had 
no place in school after the child was born.  The stressed how vital it was that 
I return to all of my familiar surroundings.  They made her promise to return 
me to school, despite my condition.

With the final formalities, and paperwork taken care of, they put us all in a 
van to take us to the airport.  I was on my way home . . . 

**********

All of the way home, my mom would not let me out of arm's reach.  She kept 
holding me, and comforting me.  When she wasn't crying, she told me 
details of my life in the hopes that it would trigger some spark of memory.  
None did.

Nevertheless, by just listening to my mom, I learned a lot about myself.  She 
told me my likes, my dislikes, my friends, my enemies, and my boyfriends.  
Mom told me of all of my activities, my achievements, and my failures.  It 
was most enlightening, especially the last part.

I had apparently fallen in with a bad crowd.  Mom even caught me smoking.  
I didn't remember anything about me and my friends breaking into some 
other parent's liqour cabinet, and getting drunk.  None of it ranf a bell, 
although it did sound like I was a popular girl!

Every now and then, mom would stop in the middle of a sentence to say, 
"I'm so sorry Jenna.  I never wanted this to happen."

After a few times, I asked her, innocently, "What are you sorry for, 
Mommy?   This isn't your fault."

"It is in a way, Baby.  I should have known that you were too pretty, and too 
developed for you own good.  I should have known.  I wanted to put you 
into an all girl's school, but I just couldn't afford it.  I just never wanted to 
happen to you what happened to me."

"I don't understand, Mommy.  What happened to you?" I asked, curious.

"Baby, I met your daddy when I was in high school.  Back then, I was just 
as pretty, and as built as you are now.  I started to fool around early.  I got 
pregnant with you when I was only 16, and I had to marry your dad very 
young.  I just always . . . wanted better for you. Y'know?"

We both started crying together.  I don't think that I'd ever felt closser to 
anyone in my entire life.

Mom regained her composure to say, "Just promise me that no matter what, 
you won't run away again.  I'm your mother.  You can tell me anything.  
We'll get through it no matter what it is, just as long as you tell me, and we 
stay together.  Promise?"

"I-I promise, Mommy," I swore.

**********

Barbi sat at her table alone.  Lunch was almost half gone, and she had still 
barely touched the food that she had ordered.  The truth of the matter was that 
she just didn't have any appetite.  She hadn't had one since returning from 
Oklahoma two days ago with the girl which she thought was her daughter.  
As grim and as troubled as her current facial expression was, there was no 
doubt that it would be much worse if she knew that her daughter's body was 
animated by the spirit of a man.  A man who could not remember who he 
actually was!

Her sad demeanor was due to two facts.  The first thing was that neither her 
room, her friends, nor any familiar surrounding had triggered a trace of 
recollection within Jenna.  The second, and perhaps the most significant 
matter was the taunting and teasing that Jenna told her she was getting at 
school.  Barbi knew from her own painful memories how hard it was to be a 
pregnant teenager in high school.  Classmates, and even your so called 
friends could be downright cruel.  On each of the past two days, Jenna had 
returned from school bawling her little heart out.

It wasn't the ugly names that she was being called, "Prego" or "Preggers," 
per se, that was so bad, although they were painful enough.  It was the other 
names of "Slut" or "Whore" which Barbi knew, all too well, would follow.  
Once one person got into your panties, you got the reputation of being 
"easy."  Jenna's looks and build would have made her a prime target for that 
type of reputation anyway.  The fact of her pregnancy just confirmed what 
everyonee thought they knew, and made her new reputation a certainty.  After 
the baby was born, every guy in school would be trying to separate Jenna 
from her panties.

On top of all of that, Barbi couldn't ignore the cracks that had started to form 
in her marriage to Rod.  Even before Jenna's return home, he was less than 
supportive in trying to find her.  Now that she was home, he didn't seem to 
care whether Jenna got her memory back or not.  Before they married, Barbi 
thought Rod was different . . . sensitive.  She thought that he would be a 
good husband, and father to Jenna.  He always paid lot of attention to her,   
playing games with her, and helping her with her homework.   

Now she wondered.  She may have been wrong about him.  Shortly after the 
honeymoon, he seemed to change.  It was like she didn't even know who he 
was anymore!

Rod had even started to get rougher in bed.  Barbi definately didn't like that.

Tears started to form in the corners of Jenna's eyes from the totality of the 
situation.  She felt so lost, alone, and overwhelmed.

"Excuse me Miss.  Are you okay?" came a man's voice from behind her, and 
to the side.

Barbi looked up to see a very handsome man, in his early thirties, with a look 
of concern upon her face.  She realized with a start that the concern was for 
her.

"Uh . . . no.  I'm okay."

"Are you sure?  I was just sitting over there, when I noticed you over here by 
yourself.  You looked so sad just then.  Well . . . it's just that . . . I hate to 
see anybody sad. Y'know?"

Barbi was genuinely touched by the man's kind words.  "It's okay.  I just 
have a lot on my mind.  That's all."

"If you would like to talk about it, I would be happy to listen.  My friends 
have always said that I am a good listener."

"No.  Thank you.  You are very kind, but it's something that I have to work 
out on my own."

"Are you sure?  I've heard that it sometimes help to tell your problems to a 
stranger.  I'm not doing anything right now.  At the very least, allow me to 
keep you company.  I could never forgive myself if I didn't try my best to 
help a damsel in distress.  A very beautiful damsel too, I might add."

That made Barbi blush, and smile, in spite of herself.  She really didn't want 
to be alone right now.  Rod was certainly not a sympathetic shoulder to cry 
on.  Perhaps this guy is right, thought Barbi.  He seems awfully sincere.  
She looked at the man closely.

"Well . . . okay.  Maybe just for a while." agreed Barbi softly. There was 
something odd about the man, something that she couldn't put a finger on, 
that made her feel calm.  It was one of those weird things when you meet 
somebody for the first time, yet you feel as if you have known them all of 
your life.

As the man sat down, Barbi scrutinized the man a little closer to determine if 
he was anybody that she had met before.  She thought that maybe she knew 
him from somewhere. Perhaps that was causing her sense of familarity.  
However, there was nothing about him which she recognized.

Nevertheless, through her inspection, she did notice how good looking he 
was.  The man was about 6'2", 180 lbs., and had sandy blonde hair with sky 
blue eyes.  The man virtually radiated warmth.

There was an awkward moment of silence.  The man extended his hand in 
order to shake Barbi's.

"My name is Robbie." he mentioned, almost as an aside.  He had no trace of 
an accent which could be placed.

"Oh . . . I'm sorry," replied Barbi, red faced at her lack of manners. "I'm 
Barbi. Barbi Eliot."

Barbi extended her left hand, taking his.

"That's Mrs. Eliot I see," noted Robbie pointedly, glancing down at her 
hand.

Barbi withdrew her hand ackwardly.  "Uh . . . yeah."  She didn't feel like 
talking about her marriage to Rod right now.  In an effort to change the 
subject, she asked, "Do you live around here Robbie?  I don't believe that I 
have ever met you before."

"You haven't.  I'm new in town.  I've only been here for a few days."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I used to be an attorney.  I gave that up, and just moved on.  I'm sort of 
looking for something new.  Something just drew me to this town . . ." 
explained Robbie.

"I'm sure you'll like it here . . . you and your girlfriend?"  Barbi had no idea 
exactly why she asked that question.  Her face turned beet red.

"No reason to be embarassed.  I don't have anybody right now.  It's just 
me."

For some unknown reason, that made Barbi happy.  It made her feel better 
just to be in the presence of this warm stranger.

"Now . . . why don't you tell a sympathetic ear, and a friendly smile, what is 
troubling you.," encouraged Robbie.

His gentle invitation just opened the flood gates to her soul.  For the next 45 
minutes she told him everything about her life, about her love, about her 
marriage, and most importantly, about her daughter.  Anytime that she got 
stuck, or hesitated, Robbie was there to help her along.  To Barbi it was kind 
of strange.  This stranger seemed to know her, seemed to understand her 
very soul.  He was like nobody that she had ever met before.

Barbi went on for some length of time about her daughter's current loss of 
memory.  That seemed to catch her lunch companion totally by surprise.

"Wait a minute," interrupted Robbie.  "Are you telling me that she doesn't 
remember anything about her life until a few days ago?"

"Yes.  That's what they told me out in Oklahoma where they found her."

"What could cause that?"

"They say it's from a severe emotional trauma, but I don't know.  She was 
found by an old indian out in the woods, wandering around without a 
memory.  If you ask me, I think that indian is involved, but what can I do?"

That made tears begin to leak out of her eyes.  The most amazing thing 
happened.  Robbie reached up with his hand, and tenderly brushed away 
Barbi's tears.  It was the most loving and caring thing that anyone had ever 
done for Barbi.

Robbie could tell from the look in Barbi's eyes that there was something 
more, so he asked her, "There is something else isn't there?  There is 
something that you aren't telling me?"

"Yes," replied Barbi softly, looking away from the man.

"Tell me.  Please?  I swear it will be better if you get this off of your chest," 
encouraged Robbie.

"I-it's just that I feel so guilty . . . so ashamed!"

"But why?"

"I know that I should be really upset that Jenna has lost her memory, and part 
of me is.  Really!  But another part of me is happy.  She hasn't had the best 
of lives this far.  Her father left me when she was young.  I have never been 
able to give her the things that she deserves.  It's better that she not remember 
so that she can start over.  Before this happened, she was always depressed, 
as if she were troubled about something.  It was something deep and dark, 
but she just wouldn't tell me.  We were starting to grow apart.  Now she is 
so sweet and innocent.  It's like I have my old daughter back again.  Part of 
me doesn't want her to get her memory back so that she can be happy again.  
I just wish she could hear me, and know how very sorry I am for everything 
that's happened to her."

Now Robbie was crying too.  "I-I'm sure that somehow . . . she knows."

"Do you think so?"

"Absolutely!" said Robbie, forcing a smile.

Neither person said a word. Neither had to.  It was that flashpoint when two 
souls connect on every level possible.  Then ever so slowly, the man leaned 
over, and kissed Barbi on the lips.  It wasn't a compassionate peck either, but 
a full open mouthed kiss of passion.  Barbi, despite her problems, despite her 
marital status, kissed him back.

The kiss stretched on for minutes.

Eventually they broke the kiss.  They both leaned back into their chairs, 
exclaiming at the same time, "WOW!"

Now only one issue remained.  Barbi broached the subject, "W-where to we 
go from here?"

"I have to see you again . . . someplace a little more private."

Barbi grew excited.  She had never even contemplated having an extramarital 
affair before, although with her beauty, she had more than her share of 
chances.   This man was diffrerent.  She felt so close to him, as if he were 
her soulmate.  She couldn't let him go, no matter the cost.

"Where?  When?"

"In a few days.  I'll find you.  First, I must go to Oklahoma to find out what 
happened between that indian and your daughter."

"Robbie . . . no.  You don't have to do that for me."

"But I want to.  I want to do anything that will put your mind at ease.  
Besides, I am kinda interested anyway.  Just call it my need to know."

"You would do this for me?"

"I would do anything for you at this point, Barbi."

"I-I love you!" cried Barbi, and she meant it.

"I love you too."  His declaration was no less sincere.

Barbi looked at her watch.  She was about 30 minutes late getting back to 
work.  She leaned over to give the man another kiss.

"I have to go.  I'm sorry . . . I wish I could stay."

With that she stood up.  "Promise me that you'll find me when you get 
back."

"I promise," Robbie vowed.

"I'll come back here every day for lunch until you do.  Just don't be to long."

"I'll be back soon.  You just take care of that daughter of yours."

"Okay.  I love you."

"I love you too."

With that, Barbi Eliot was gone.  However, she left with a spring in her step 
for the first time in a long time!

**********

The person inside Robbie's body watched her mother walk away.  The real 
Jenna had initiated this contact . . . had carefully planned it.

Only four days ago, she had secreted a bugging device, along with miniature 
surveillance equipment in her old room, in order to catch that bastard Rod in 
the act.  The "chance" meeting with her mother just changed her carefully laid 
plans.

It had been Jenna's intent to lure her mother away, under the pretext of an 
affair, in order to sexually frustrate Rod.  She figured the frustration would 
force Rod to seek his pleasure from her former body, even though it was 
pregnant.  She had counted on Robbie's knowledge of Rod's true nature, and 
his part in all of this to keep him safe.  She figured that she could get enough 
incriminating evidence, without something bad happening to Robbie, to put 
Rod away for good.

The real Jenna really hated using Robbie's body, as well as her former body, 
in this way.  It was the only way she could think of to take care of Rod.  She 
didn't exactly know how she got insiude of Robbie's body, but was thankful 
for it.  Prior to the switch, she wouldn't have been able to convince Robbie to 
render any significant help.  With his body, and his money, she was free to 
do so.

Now, Robbie didn't remember who he was.  He now thought that he was 
Jenna.  That put him directly into the path of danger.  It has to be the indian, 
pondered the real Jenna from inside Robbie's body.  I remember him from 
that diner when I wished that Robbie could have my body.  The indian had to 
be responsible for both their exchange and the amnesia.   .

She knew that she had to go and find this indian, in order to truly understand 
what was happening to her and Robbie.

One thing troubled her, however.  Jenna had only intended to pretend to like 
her mother in "that way" in order to draw her into an affair.  Something 
happened to transform that plan.  She truly loved her mother, not as a 
daughter would love a mother, but as a man loves a woman.

The ache in Jenna's heart told her that she wanted to make her mother happy.  
The lingering erection in her pants told her that she wanted to make love to 
Barbi.

Things were becoming very strange.

She hoped that Robbie would be safe in her body until she got back from 
Oklahoma!

**********

I just can't cry anymore.  I'm all out of tears.  The others kids a school have 
been so mean to me for the last two days, and this is the second day in a row 
that I ran right up to my room to cry into my pillow.  They called me  
"Preggo Girl" or just "Preggers."   Other, less kind kids called me "Fatso" or 
just plain "Pig."  How could they be so cruel to me?

On top of that, I didn't remember any of my old friends, Sandy, Heather, and 
Beth.  They remembered me though.  They all had been warned before I 
returned to school that I was having problems with my memory.  Of course, 
they were also told of my delicate condition.  

It was awkward for me to be around them.  Although they all tried to be very 
nice, they kept on looking at my swollen breasts, and large abdomen.  
Sometimes I would turn my head towards my "old" friends and catch them 
staring strangely. They kept on asking me embarassing questions like what it 
was really like to have sex, did I do it only once, and did I give anyone a 
blow job?  It was frustrating because I just didn't have any answers for them.  
I didn't even know who the father of the baby was, let alone knowing any 
details of how I got it.  I had been hoping they could tell me!

All their questions just triggered a guessing game between Sandy, Heather, 
and Beth.  They brought up names of boys that I had supposedly been 
interested in, or ones whom they knew had the hots for me.  Although the 
spirited discussion did give me a summary of my dating and romantic life 
before I lost my memory, it didn't ring a bell.  I felt no connection between 
the person that they were talking about and myself.  It was like it had 
happened to another person entirely.

How could it?  I had always been Jenna, and would always be.  I didn't 
remember being anyone other than Jenna.   All of the stuff that the girls 
described must have happened to me.  From the sounds of it, I was a very 
popular girl before I ran away.  Apparently, even though I was just a 
freshman in high school, a lot of the boys had the hots for me.  That included 
a lot of upperclassman, even the seniors.

What's more, I learned, just by listening to my three friends that they hung 
around me specifically because I was so popular.  They thought they would 
get more boys, and get invited to more parties by being my friend.  I had no 
idea that I was the queen of my particular class, and now I was a queen who 
had obviously fallen from grace.

Although, Sandy, Heather, and Beth were trying to act as my friends, they 
couldn't disguise their obvious disappointment with the situation.  Their 
gravy train was yesterday's news.  And so . . . at times, those three couldn't 
resist making fun of me.

Everybody, and I do mean every body, kept on asking me what it felt like to 
be pregnant.  The girls were more interested than the boys, as they knew that 
someday they would face motherhood too.  Not that I blame them, I would 
probably be fascinated too.  It was just that every question called my attention 
to just how clumsy, uncomfortable, and alien I felt.

I probably stood out like a freak,  everything in front of me certainly stood 
out, my boobs and tummy anyway.   I had become. . . a circus sideshow.  
That's exactly how I felt!

I continued having trouble getting used to the feeling of the big boobies on 
my chest.  I think every guy stopped to stare at me . . . uh . . . them.  It was 
also difficult to walk around, let alone get up and down stairs, with the huge 
girth around my tummy.  I think I had to go to the bathroom about every hour 
because my bladder wouldn't hold anything substantial.  The baby picked the 
worse times to kick around inside me in the middle of class.  Once, in 
English, I think the baby kicked my bladder.  I almost wet myself, and had to 
dash out of the classroom as fast as I could.  I just made it, but couldn't 
forget the sounds of my classmates laughing at me as I waddled out the door.

Over the span of two days, Sandy, Heather, and Beth narrowed their 
candidate for the father of my child to Rex Sanders.  He was a junior, but 
was the starting quarterback on the football team.  Apparently, prior to my 
exit from town, he had the extreme hots for me, and I had a thing for him.  
We had been seen together quite a few times around town.  However, for the 
life of me, I couldn't conjure his face up in my mind.  In the two days since I 
had been back, he neither chose to talk to me, nor had I run into him.

The fact that he seemed to be avoiding me, more than anything, fueled the 
girls' suspicions.

For the life of me, I just couldn't figure out why I originally ran away.  
Excluding the fact of my pregnancy, it was a life any teenaged girl my age 
would covet! Something horrible had to have happened to me to make me 
give all of this up.  Part of me wished that I could just go back in time to the 
life my friends had described.  It sounded like a lot of fun!

What was left was a huge mystery that I had to try and solve.  Even though I 
couldn't remember it, I wanted my life back!

I was handling everything just fine, albeit with a few tears and mood swings, 
until something bad happened to me at the end of school today. Sandy and I 
were just starting to walk home from school, and were engaged in what 
seemed like ordinary conversation for girls our age.

"So? Are you, like, gonna join the cheerleading squad next year.  I mean after 
your baby is born?" asked Sandy.

It made me stop and think for a moment. I really hadn't decided what to do 
with the baby yet.  Mom had mentioned putting it up for adoption on the way 
home from Oklahoma.  I really didn't want to though.  Something inside of 
me wanted to keep my baby.

"I don't know.  I haven't really thought about it.  Did I want to be a 
cheerleader before?  Y'know, before I lost my memory?"

"Oh yeah.  Big time!  That's all you used to talk about.  You once promised 
that you would be the head cheerleader by the time you were a junior," 
responded Sandy. There was still another aspect of my past life of which I 
was unaware.

"Well . . . I don't know now.  If I keep the baby, I doubt that I'll have time."

"That'd be a shame.  With those bigger tits of yours, you'd have all of the 
guys goin' gaga over you!  Not that they weren't before.  It's not fair that 
you're so pretty and have a body too.  Maybe your pregnancy was God's 
way of evening the playing field out for the rest of us girls."

I thought that was a pretty mean thing to say.  I was just about to complain 
when I heard a male voice call out from near the football practice field.  I 
hadn't realized that Sandy and I had walked that far.

"Jenna.   JENNA!"

I turned to look at the source of the voice.  There was a big guy, probably a 
junior or senior yelling and waving at me.  He was wearing a t-shirt, and 
football pants.  From a distance he looked quite handsome.  Nevertheless, I 
didn't recognize him.

I looked to Sandy for help, a silent plea in my eyes.

Sandy saw my expression of confusion.  "That's Rex.  He want's to talk to 
you."  She nudged me toward the field.  "Go for it girl.  Now you can find 
out if he's the father of your baby."

"Should I?" I asked her sincerely.  "I'm kinda scared!"

I was.  Actually, I was trembling all over.

"Sure. It's the only way you're ever gonna find out."

I started to walk, at her urging, toward where Rex was waiting for me.  I 
looked back over my shoulder to see what Sandy was going to do.  The wind 
kicked up, whipping my long hair into my face.  I drew it away with my free 
hand, only to see my friend continuing her trek home.

"You're not gonna wait for me?" I moaned.

"I can't.  My mom told me to get right home after school.  She grounded me 
for something or another.  It'll be okay.  I'll call you tonight, Jenna.  Okay?"

"Okay.  Promise?"

"Sure! I'm dying to find out if Rex is gonna be a dad!"

With that, we went our separate ways.

I walked up to Rex with my head down.  He put his hand under my chin, 
lifting my face up to his.

"Hi there beautiful.  Long time, no see.  I really missed you while you were 
away."

"Um . . . Rex . . . uh . . ." I hesitated.

A huge smile flashed across his face.  "So you do remember me!  Everybody 
has been saying that you lost your memory."

With that Rex leaned over, and kissed me on the lips.  I wasn't exactly sure 
what I was supposed to do.  They all said that I was seeing him before I ran 
away.  I could only assume that he was my boyfriend, so I did the thing that I 
thought I was supposed to do.  I kissed him back.  My body seemed to know 
what to do even if my memory had failed me.

"Hmm.  That's more like it Jenna.  When you didn't come to see me for the 
past two days.   I was afraid that you didn't remember me."

"I don't remember you Rex," I confessed to him, red-faced with 
embarrassment.

"How did you know my name?  Why did you kiss me?"

"Sandy told me that it was you.  My other friends told me that we were dating 
each other before I ran away.  Is that true?"

"Yeah . . . it is."

"Then you are the father of my baby?"

Rex took his hands away like I suddenly had cooties or something..  He had 
an expression of stunned surprise on his face.

"No way.  We never did anything but kiss, and make out a little.  You never 
even let me touch your tits.  In fact you acted like a real prude when it came to 
sex.  You acted like I wasn't worthy or something."

Now Rex was beginning to grow agitated. His whole demeanor changed, 
making me scared.  The tone of his voice was raised at me.  His whole aspect 
was that of anger.

"That's why I wanted you to come over.  It's obvious that you were fucking 
somebody else behind my back.  Who was it?"

Rex grabbed my arm, making me wince in pain.  I was nowhere near the 
physical equal of a football player, and certainly not while I was expecting.

"Rex . . . stop.  You're hurting me.  I don't remember who I was with," I 
plead.  My own voice sounded so desperate in my ears.

"TELL ME YOU BITCH!!!" he yelled at me.

I started to cry at the same time that I tried to pull away.  His strong hand held 
me like a vice.  I sobbed, "I-I don't know.  Please let me go."

Rex beamed triumphantly.  "Well . . . there's one thing we do know for sure.  
Little Jenna likes the boys.  You like to to get it, don't you slut?"

He looked around to make sure that nobody else was around. While he held 
me tight with one hand, he proceeded to drop his practice pants and jock strap 
with the other. That done, he forced me to drop to my knees.

"W-what do you want from me?" I moaned.

"Since you like cocks so much, whore, I want you to give me a blow job."

"NO!" I cried, but it was no use.

Rex had moved his hand from my arm into my hair.  He had grabbed a 
handful of my hair, and was forcing my head toward his erect penis."

He continued to verbally taunt me, as I struggled against his grip.

"I'll tell on you," I warned.

"Who'll believe you?  Everyone knows you're easy now.  They'll all think 
that you were just coming after me!"

"STOP," I cried again.

By this time my lips were touching his penis.  I wanted to gag, but I knew 
that if I opened my mouth to cry out, he would stick it in.

Then all of a sudden, I saw, and felt him being pulled away from me.  There 
was also a voice that screamed angrily, "YOU HEARD HER. SHE SAID 
STOP!!"

It was a voice that I didn't recognize at all.  I looked up to see another guy, 
much smaller than Rex, standing between Rex and I.

"Hurry," he instructed.  "Get out of here right now, Jenna.  Go home . . . as 
fast as you can."

"Who the hell are you, Asshole?" demanded Rex, angrily.

"Just somebody who doesn't like to see you mistreat girls.  Just because 
you're a jock, you think you own the school.  You think that you can do 
anything to anyone."

All I could do is stay there, on my knees, and watch.  I was too paralyzed by 
fear to move.  Besides, it was kinda hard to get up with my big belly, 
anymore.

Rex first pulled up his pants, then balled up his fists."

"You have a name Mr. Do-gooder?"

"Joshua."

"What class are you in Joshua."

"I'm a freshman, just like Jenna."

"I'm going to do you a real favor, Joshua.  I'm going to give you a chance to 
leave before I kick the shit out of you.  Listen very carefully, Joshua. Jenna 
is my girlfriend.  This is between her and me.  Understand?"

Joshua didn't move.  Even though he was much smaller, and weaker, he 
stood his ground.  "I think the girl said no.  Why don't you just leave her 
alone Rex.  I think it's over."

"I warned you," declared Rex, confidently, just before winding up to throw a 
punch at Joshua.

It connected with a resounding thud.  Joshua fell backward, landing right 
next to me on the ground.

"Now I'm gonna beat the hell out of you both." confirmed Rex.  He came 
toward us with both fists cocked threateningly.

However, I took mercy on my intended protector by moving on top of him.

"Leave him . . . us alone Rex."

"Shut up, Bitch," said Rex, menacingly.  There was such a look of hate in 
his eyes.

"Think Rex," I tried to be the voice of reason.  "Joshua must have seen what 
you did.  That's the word of two people versus one.   And it won't look good 
for you if we are both hurt.   You would get thrown off the team.  If you 
leave now, we'll promise not to tell anyone."

I looked down at Joshua, who nodded in the affirmative.  Then we both 
looked up at Rex.  He thought for a moment, and then his fists unballed 
themselves.  The danger had passed.

"Are you sure about this, Jenna.  This means no more parties, no more being 
down with the in crowd."

"Just go . . ." I replied simply.

Rex gathered up all of his stuff, and began to walk away with a strut.  He 
couldn't resist getting the last word.  "You'll be back Jenna.  You'll come 
crawling back to me."

After Rex had gone, I looked down to Joshua.  "Why did you do that for 
me?"  A black eye had already begun to form on his face. It was going to be 
nasty.

"I don't know.  I just saw that you were in trouble, so I jumped in."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"It's okay," answered Joshua, shyly.

He good up from the ground where he lay.  Then he extended his hand down 
to me to help me up.  I wa so clumsy, I bumped into him with my big 
tummy.   We both brushed of the grass and dirt from the transaction.  Joshua 
offered to walk me home, which I readily accepted . . . since I was so rattled.

During the walk I asked him if we were ever boyfriend-girlfriend.  His 
concern for me just didn't make sense.  His answer was no.  Then I asked 
him if we were friends, and still his answer was no.  In fact, he hesitantly 
told me that before I lost my memory, I never even noticed him before.  We 
had grown up together, we were even in the same class, yet I never even 
acknowledged him.

His words hurt me, that I could have been so mean to someone who had just 
done so much for me.  I felt so very, very awful.  That didn't stop me from 
inquiring further.  There had to be a reason why he was being so kind to me, 
so I pressed him further.

Although it was hard, Joshua finally admitted that he had always had a crush 
on me.  He had always just been to shy to say anything.  He always figured 
that I would never be interested in him.  Joshua told me how he had admired 
me from afar for a long, long time.  He even wrote poems about me.

I was stunned.  I was flattered. I was touched. I was speechless.

We walked the rest of the way to my house in silence.  When we got there, 
Joshua asked if he could call me tonight . . .just to make sure I was all right.  
Reluctantly, I agreed.  It was the least that I could do after what he did for 
me..... and he was kind of cute.

I had held in my emotions in for long enough.  No sooner was I inside the 
door of my house, than I was in my bed crying into my pillow.  I just let it all 
out.

That was a couple of hours ago.  Mom came up to try and get me to talk 
when she got home.  It was no use because I was too upset to talk.  As I 
said, I'm all out of tears now, and I feel so empty.

The silence in my room was broken by my mom's voice.  "Jenna?  
Telephone!  It's some boy named Joshua.  Do you want me to tell him to call 
back?"

I cried back to her, "No. It's okay Mommy.  I'll talk to him."

I waddled as fast as my mishapen body could to the phone.   My heart was all 
a flutter. When I  started the morning I didn't have a real friend in the world, 
to call my own. I couldn't really count Mom or  the Indian who had helped 
me, since they were not my age.   Now I  had a friend named Joshua!!  He 
was a friend who was willing to defend me against terrible odds. He was my 
knight in shining armor.    

I spent the next hour talking with Joshua.  He did most of the talking since  I 
remembered so little, and had little to talk about.  However, I enjoyed just 
listening to him.   Outside of Mom, or the Indian, there wasn't anyone that I 
could totally trust.   Even my girlfriends seemed to have ulterior motives for 
offering their friendship.  There was just something about Josh!

He seemed to be so simple, and uncomplicated.  Joshua was honest too. The 
combination of those traits made him express whatever it was that he felt.  He 
was neither embarrased, nor ashamed of those feelings.  The one thing that 
Joshua had no problem expressing was his adoration for me.

It made me wonder what I had ever done to merit the affection of this boy.  I 
asked him because I was sure that he would not lie to me.  His answered 
touched me so much that tears began to roll down my cheek.

"Even though you've been mean to me, or even ignored me, I could tell that 
you were different than the other girls.  I always knew that you were . . . 
special.  I think you are the best Jenna."

"How could you know that?"

"Don't you remember?  Years and years ago we were neighbors.  You used 
to come over to my house and we would play for hours.  My Mom made us 
milk and cookies.  Once, when we were playing "house" you said that you 
would marry me one day, and have my babies."

"I'm sorry Joshua.   I just don't remember.  What happened that changed our 
friendship?"

"I moved away.  Then you started to grow up, and . . . well . . . y'know . . . 
started to grow boobs.  You became even prettier than you were before.  All 
of the boys started to chase you, and you just forgot about me.  I was like I 
wasn't cool enough to hang around your new friends."

I was horrified that I had done something so nasty to someoe who was so 
nice.  Still, it didn't stop me from asking, "What kinda things did I do to you, 
Joshua?"

Joshua ran down an extensive list of the nasty things that I had done to him.  
Each thing was worse than the last, and made me cry even harder.  I felt so 
awful . . . so guilty, even though I could remember none of it.  It was 
enough that Joshua did!  Then I thought, this was the only positive thing that 
happened from losing my memory."

I sobbed, "I'm so sorry Joshua.  I don't think that I meant to ever hurt you.  
It was probably peer pressure, ya'know?"

"I know Jenna. I forgive you."

That simple act of kindness warmed me all over.

"Maybe we could start over again.  Since I don't remember anything, I'm 
kinda a different person now.  I'd like it if you'd be my friend again."

"What about your circle of friends?  Won't they think you're uncool by 
talking to me?"

"The hell with them!  They are just all using me to hang with the in crowd.  
None of the are really my friends, or even care about me.  Not like you do, 
Joshua.  Look at the bright side.  Maybe everybody will think you are cool 
by hanging with me.  Although . . . I don't seem to be the queen anymore 
since I'm pregnant."

"I don't care about all of that.  I just wanna be your friend, Jenna.  Like we 
were when we were kids."

"Remind me all about you, Joshua," I requested earnestly.  I really wanted to 
know everything there was to know about this sensitive boy.

**********

Barbi listened for a minute, from around the corner.  She was confident that 
Jenna had no idea that she was there.  She was happy Jenna had made a 
friend at the school.   Perhaps it was a sign that things would get better for 
both of them.   

After all, she had met someone who lightened her heart as well.  Barbi 
wondered how she should tell Rod that she wanted to leave him.   He had a 
bit of a temper sometimes, and this was likely to be one of those things which 
could set it off.   At least she could put it off until her soulmate returned from 
his visit to the site where Jenna had been found.

Why couldn't Rod be more like . . . , Barbi pondered, trailing off.  He had 
been a lot of fun when they first got married two years ago.  Things had 
fallen apart afterwards.   She truly wanted to figure out, and fix, what had 
gone wrong.  Now that Jenna was back, everything seemed to be falling into 
place.   However,  meeting Robbie . . .   Her thoughts trailed off yet again.  
It confirmed what she already knew in her heart, there was nothing left to be 
salvaged.   

Barbi just hoped Jenna wouldn't be too disappointed to see Rod go.   He 
seemed to have distanced himself from Jenna since she had been found.  
Damn it, Barbi resolved in her own mind.  If Jenna can make a fresh start I 
her condition, I certainly can in mine!   

It was a good thing Rod worked nights.   They had missed each other for the 
last few days, crossing paths only for breakfast that would give Barbi 
precious time to figure out the perfect way to let him down.

**********

I laughed at one of Joshua's jokes about a teacher, and then we said  goodbye 
to each other.  We had talked for well over an hour, but time just seemed to 
fly by.  Just through talking to him, I felt a lot better about everything.

Joshua was certainly intersting.  True, he wasn't a hunk like the poster of 
Leonardo De Caprio that I had on my bedroon wall, but he was cute just the 
same.  I conjured up a mental picture of Joshua, for comparison's sake.  He 
was tall, about 5'10", but only weighed about 150 lbs.  He was very thin, 
and hadn't yet gotten that spurt that guys my age did to fill out their frame.  
Nevertheless, his face was sweet.  Joshua a long, shoulder length hair. 

On top of all of that, he played a guitar, wrote stories, and painted pictures.  
He was a real artist.  Joshua even invited me over to his house to look at his 
paintings.

For a second, I forgot myself, and wondered what it would be like to run my 
fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, I felt warm all over.  I felt the nipples on my boobies start to get 
hard, and my cunny all wet.  

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed out loud.  "I think I'm getting a crush on Joshua!"

Mom popped out from behind the corner.  I knew that she had overheard me 
when she said, "I certainly hope so.  He such a nice young man, much better 
than the guys you were dating before you ran away.  I mean, look at you Jen.  
Look what happened."

I started to cry again.  Mom saw what her words had done to me, 
immediately swooping in to repair the damage.

"I'm sorry, Baby.  I just meant to say that I always liked Joshua.  He always 
did like you."

The phone rang again.  It was Sandy.

This time, I watched Mom, until she was all of the way downstairs.  I sighed 
to myself.  Mothers can be such pains sometimes.  However, I really 
couldn't blame her in my current condition.

"Hello," I whispered into the handset once I was sure Mom was gone.  

"How did things go with your quarterback, Jenna," Sandy asked.  "Is he the 
father?   Did you two get back together again?   Inquiring minds want to 
know!!!"

I wanted to tell her all about how Joshua came to my rescue.   Something 
held me back.   Sandy didn't seem like a good enough friend . . . yet.   I had 
only known her a few days, even if they all knew me far longer.   The thing 
with Rex bothered me though.  I had to let her know that he wasn't the father

I told Sandy that Rod said I wouldn't even let him touch my boobs, let alone 
go far enough to make a baby.   I told her how he thought was a slut for 
making it with someone else.  Finally, I told her that I dumped Rex,  that he 
was on the open market if anyone else wanted him.  I warned Sandy that 
anyone else who went after Rex  would be getting a real creep. 

I hadn't planned on telling Sandy everything, but suddenly it just came 
pouring out of my mouth.  I couldn't stop.  I just needed to talk to another 
girl my own age about it.  I couldn't tell Mom because she'd flip out. Sandy 
was the only one that I had available.   

I told her all about how Rex had attacked me.  I didn't tell her about Joshua.  
Instead I just lied, and said that I got away.  I spilled quite a few tears 
recounting the story to Sandy, but when she was done, I felt a lot better.   

"Oh, Jen, I'm so sorry..." sympathized Sandy.  "I had no idea Rex was 
capable of that.   He always seemed so nice.   I guess he was like all the other 
boys, just after one thing, huh?   Good thing you didn't give it to him!"   

"But if I didn't give it away to one of the best looking, respected guys at 
school, then who is the father of my baby?   It didn't just crawl in there by 
itself, you know!  Was I sleeping around with anyone else, like Rex said?"

"I don't know of anyone  You know, they say a girl always remembers her 
first time.  Maybe you'll be able to remember it soon.  I hope so, Jen.  In the 
meantime, I'll check around to see if anybody else knows anything..   I'll see 
you tomorrow, okay? Goodnight."

I hung up the phone, and went to the bathroom for the hundreth time that 
day.  Taking a pee was such a pain now. 

**********

 Barbi  was crying in the kitchen. She had picked up the downstairs telephone 
to eavesdrop on her daughter.  Her intention was to pick up some clue as to 
the identity of  her grandchild's father.  As such, she overheard most of the 
conversation about Rex.   

"Thank god her Rod isn't like that," she mumbled aloud, under her breath. 

Rod had a temper, but he would never hurt a little girl like Jenna . . . 
especially the way Rex had planned to.  It was too bad that it wasn't working 
out for them.  However, she knew she could trust him not to hurt either 
herself, or her daughter.

Barbi went upstairs and gave her daughter a hug.

**********   

That night, Rod got fired from his job.  

**********

Meanwhile, in another time zone, the real Jenna, within the body of Robbie, 
knocked upon the door of a rundown shanty.  The shack was deep in the 
woods, connected only by a long path to the diner where she and Robbie 
once dined.  The dinner was across the street from the motel where the had 
exchanged lives.

Jenna tried very hard not to think about the long tiring trip to Oklahoma on 
short notice.  The walk in the dark upon the path was no picnic either.  She 
was exhausted, desiring only to sleep.  However, the only warm bed around 
was back in the motel where she had checked in.

First things first.  Jenna had to find that Indian, and find out what was going 
on.  In Robbie's current state, that of memory loss, she was very concerned 
for his safety.

There was no answer to the knock upon the door.  This time, she knocked 
more forcefully, utilizing the strength of Robbie's body.

"C'mon, damn you!" Jenna blurted.  "I know you are here.  The lights are 
on."

"You don't need to break my door down, young lady.  I heard you the first 
time," came a gravely voice from behind her.

The unexpected appearence of another behind her almost made Jenna jump 
right out of her skin.  However, it wasn't lost on her that whoever it was 
referred to her as young lady.  Whoever it was knew her true identity.

Jenna whirled to see the old indian, who had been in the diner that night, 
standing right behind her.  He had snuck right up on her without so much as 
a sound.  It was eerie.

"Y-you know who I really am!" stated Jenna, matter-of-factly.

"I do . . . Jenna.  I have been with your other already."

Part of Jenna was actually relieved that another human being knew who she 
really was.  It was a very hard burden pretending to be somebody else.  That 
was particulary true if that other person was a member of the opposite 
gender.  Nevertheless, the other part of her feared what it all meant . . . that 
the indian knew the truth.

"That's why I came to see you . . . uh . . . uh . . ."

"You may call me Crow."

"How did this happen Crow?  You must know something.  You were there in 
the diner when I said that I wished that Robbie and I could trade places.  My 
mother told me that you found my Robbie in my other body, but he has no 
memory of being either him or me.  What's happening.  Please tell me."

"Returned to your old home have you?  Has Robbie yet seen you in his 
body?"

"No.  I've not been able to bring myself to see him in person," replied Jenna.  
"Look.  I'm kinda tired.  Do you mind if we go inside so that we can talk.  
The flight was exhausting, and I just have to sit for a few minutes."

"Come," invited the Crow with a gesture.  His long silver locks were gently 
blowing in the wind.  He led the way through the front door into the hut.

Inside, the hut was decorated with all manner of indian tokens and artifacts.  
Jenna noticed that she was much taller than the indian.  However, in the time 
since the switch occured, she had grown accustomed to seeing the world 
from this perspective.

Crow pointed to a seat, motioning for her to sit.

"Thanks," was Jenna's reply.

"Your other sat in that seat when he came to my place."

"Came to your place?" Jenna was genuinely surprised.  "But my mother said 
that you found him in the woods, unconsious, and already with memory 
loss.  That's not true is it?"

"No.  Other remember from diner.  Come to me seeking a way back to own 
body.  I cannot do without you here.  I consult the Gods, and they show me 
that you two will meet again.  I give to your other the words that will return 
souls to proper shell."

"H-he knows how to undo the switch?"

"That is so, young lady.  I put the word into his head.  When he sees you, he 
will remember who he was, and what has happened.  He will remember the 
word.  Be able to set mistake right, he will."

"So you made it so that he doesn't remember anything?" questioned Jenna.

"Yes.  That is so."

"But why?  It has placed him in danger."

"I have seen.  The Gods show me.  I have not placed him in danger.  It was 
you.  I have only done this to set things right.  He has a destiny to fulfill 
now."

Jenna started to weep, although it wasn't the most natural thing for the body 
she now had to do.  

"I didn't mean for this to happen.  It was just that . . . Robbie was being so 
self  righteous.  He didn't understand anything.  He wouldn't help me.  I just 
wished that we could trade so that he would know the horrible things that I 
know.  No fifteen year old girl should be pregnant like this.  I should be 
enjoying cheerleading practice and proms and stuff.  Rod took it all away 
from me.  He stole my childhood."

"Your words made me think that it was your other who got you pregnant.  I 
too believe that it is wrong for a young girl to have her youth stolen by  being 
with child.  I think you two on run, so I fulfill your wish.  Give him your 
body."

"But I still don't understand how you did that?  It's impossible."

"Not impossible!  You are proof!  It is the motel that makes it possible."

Now Jenna was really confused.  The expression must have shown upon her 
face, as Crow attempted a more detailed explanation.

"What I tell you now is secret.  It known only to the shaman of my tribe.  
The knowledge is handed down from shaman to shaman.  I think the 
knowledge will die with me.  I, as shaman, do not have a second.  I tell you 
now so that you may pass it on when I am gone.  Many years ago, the 
shaman's lodge was built on the place where the motel now stands.  It is the 
Wayfarer Motel, I believe.  Built on a crossroads, it is.  Ironic!  Place is point 
of power.  Place is also ancient indian burial ground.  In days past it was 
used as a place of healing . . . or learning.  Soul could be separated from 
shell with word of encouragement, so that it feels no pain when body heal.  
Same word could trade souls between shells.  You learn much about world 
from behind different eyes . . ." Crows voice trailed off, as if remembering 
something, or someone, from his distant past.

He continued a story, after clearing his mind's eye.  "White man come.  They 
push us off our land.  Take what is ours, including the lodge built on point of 
power.  Ever since, the shaman of my tribe have duty of making white man 
pay!  We wait for opportunity, and switch around souls of whoever on point.  
They ignore us still.  Build Wayfarer Motel there.  Now I trade souls of 
people in different rooms.  People come in one person . . . leave another 
person."

With the tale completed, Jenna asked, "Can the word that you spoke of be 
used to switch other people around.  It is my step father who should have to 
endure that pregnant body!  That would really be justice!"

"No.  Away from point of power. Word can only be used to return souls to 
original shell.  That is only way." advised Crow.

"Will you tell me the word, Crow?"

"No.  The word given only to your other.  He is the person wronged by your 
words, when only he sought to help you.  The Gods have shown me this.  I 
understand.  Only he is given the choice to return things to their proper 
place."

"Damn!" blurted Jenna.  "There's a slight complication.  I think that I'm 
falling in love with my mother . . . the way a man loves a woman.  I thought 
that if I could give Rod my old body, and I could have his, things would 
work out.  I don't think that I want to go back to my old body.  I want to be 
with my mother . . . make her happy.  Can't you help me?"

"The only way is to have him come to the Motel with you.  Trade can be 
made there.  Otherwise, only your other can return you to your true form.  
The Gods have made it so."

"Oh," said Jenna dejectedly, under her breath.  "Why give Robbie no 
memory?  That I don't understand."

One last time, the Crow explained, "It was done to aid you in your quest.  
What has bee done to you, is no less than what has happened to your other.  
The Gods have forseen that you would return to your old life to see that your 
tormentor is brought to justice.  Even now you have taken steps to see this 
does happen.  Is it not so?"

"Yes.  It is."  Jenna thought of the video equipment and sound equipment that 
she had hidden in her own room.

"It was done so that you could do this.  Otherwise, your other would not be 
in the postion he is now.  He would surely be somewhere else.  Maybe he 
would be dead.  You must trust that the Gods have done this, through me, to 
set things right.  You must trust."

There was nothing else for Jenna to say, other than, "All right."

"Then go.  You have your own destiny to fulfill, and it is late!"

**********

Jenna had a lot to think about.   She dared not wait for a bus to take her 
home.  Robbie was in too much potential danger, so she took a cab to the 
airport, and booked the next flight back.  Jenna thought over her recent past, 
and the near future, while she waited for the in-flight meal.   

She was confused by the Indian's words.  Her original intentions were 
simple.   When she thought the switch was permanent, she had planned to 
expose Rod with the equipment she had hidden at home.   Now things had 
changed.   She had fallen in love with her former mother, and couldn't decide 
what to do next.   She wanted to drag Rod back to the Indian's motel to leave 
him in her real body to bear his own child.   That might be too good for him, 
though.

One thing that she was sure of was that it would be punishing the innocent, 
unborn child.  Clearly, that wasn't an option, although it had a certain appeal 
to her sense of justice.   

On the other hand, she could hide from Robbie, drag Rod back to the lodge 
and become him, leaving him in the strange new male body of Robbie.   That 
didn't seem like enough punishment, though, for the horrors he had put her 
through.   

Justice would be served if she could just get Rod into a prison environment 
where he would be raped, just as he had raped her.  Jenna remembered 
reading somewhere that hardened criminals, even murders, hated child 
molesters or rapists.  The thought of Rod, infected with AIDS, as the result 
of such a rape, brought a diabolical smile to her adopted male face.

She tried to figure out her other options.   She could show herself to Robbie, 
and he would remember the Indian's word.  He could swap them back to 
their original bodies.   Then, they could try to stop Rod together by getting 
the evidence as she had planned. 

She could always try to tell her mother the truth, although she would 
probably think she was a nutcase, and put her in an insane asylum.  
Bodyswapping wasn't the kind of thing she would understand.

She could tell Mom about Rod. She could tell her what he did to Jenna. 
However, with Robbie having lost his memory, how could she explain how 
she knew it happened.   No, that wouldn't work either.   Telling Mom 
anything seemed to be out.   

Jenna knew there was no way to lurk around the house to catch Rod in the act 
without bumping into the new Jenna.   Anyway, all the taping equipment was 
in her room.   

Jenna treated herself to a beer as she mulled her options.   There was only 
one thing she could really do.  As much as she hated it, she would have to 
continue on her original course of action.  Robbie just couldn't be counted 
on, at this point, to help her if she triggered the word to unswap them..   It 
was unfair to make Robbie walk around in a very pregnant 15 year old body, 
but what choice did she have?

She braced herself with a heavy swallow of the beer.  She never much liked 
beer in her real body, but Robbie's body found it to be very good.

Jenna already knew the answer . . . she had no choice but to continue on. 
Each step forward only dug a deeper hole to dig out of at the end, but Heaven 
help her, she had no other choice.

The thing that really made Jenna sad was the knowledge that after all was said 
and done, and she and Robbie were back in their real bodies, the real loser 
would be her Mom.  Mom was falling in love with someone who would only 
leave her, once in his real body.

Why, oh why, did she have to break her Mother's heart just to make sure 
Rod got what he desserved?  Her only consolation was that her Mom would 
still be better off without that creep of a husband!

*******

Barbi was upset after overhearing how her daughter was attacked by her ex-
boyfriend.   Thank goodness Josh had been there to help her.   Jenna had 
decided to go to sleep right after her talk with her girlfriend.   With Rod out 
until morning working, she decided to treat herself to a soothing bubble bath.   

Barbi relaxed in the tub.   Suddenly a door slammed downstairs, and she 
heard loud footsteps walk upstairs to her bedroom.   She recognized Rod's 
footsteps.  The sound was familiar after two years of living together.  Their 
bedroom door slammed shut.  

Barbi stayed as quiet as a mouse when she overheard Rod complaining 
aloud, "Fucking assholes!  We'll see what's what after I get their asses for 
firing me.  I'm gonna sue them for wrongful termination, or something like 
that.  They'll see.  I gotta find me a lawyer tomorrow."

A little later, she heard the sounds of a large burp, followed by snoring.  

Barbi loathed the thought of going into the bedroom.   She wanted him to just 
leave so she could start a new relationship with Robbie.   She had no desire 
to stay in the same bed with Rod anymore.   Barbi decided to sleep on the 
couch instead.   

*********

Rod woke up in the morning.   He had a mammoth sized hangover.  He was 
alone in bed, as Barbi hadn't slept in the bed that night.   His job was gone, 
and his wife wouldn't sleep with him.   He wondered why she hadn't stayed 
in their bed.   

That bitch Jenna must have remembered, and told Barbi everything, thought 
Rod.   When it rains, it pours.   His head throbbed, even as he decided to get 
even with them both.  

A quick survey of the house told him that his wife had already departed for 
work.  The only thing he found was a short note that she would be home late 
due to meetings . . . don't wait up. 

He quietly walked out the bedroom door, padded down the hall, and opened 
Jenna's door.   Rod had a need that had to be satisfied.  He didn't much care 
that Jenna looked more like a cow these days than the pretty young babe he 
had fucked so many months ago.

Her room was empty too.

**********

Mom drove me to school this morning.  She told me that there was something 
very important that she wanted to talk to me about, and since she wasn't 
going to be home this evening, now was the time.  She said that she had 
some stupid meeting or something.

I wasn't really in the mood for a serious mother-daughter talk.  I hadn't slept 
well all night.  My baby was kicking all night, and I had to keep getting up 
out of bed to go to the bathroom.  I couldn't wait until the next two weeks 
were over, and my baby was born.  I couldn't wait to be thin again.

I felt as big as a house.  It was so hard for me to get up and down . . . or to 
even move about.  What was weird was that I kept on knocking things over, 
or bumping things with my huge belly.  You would have thought that I 
would be used to my own pregnancy by now.

My boobies ached all of the time now, and they have gotten so big!   I don't 
remember how big they used to be but they sure have grown since I ran into 
that Indian and came back home.   This morning, in the shower, I tried to rub 
them, thinking that it would ease the soreness.  When I squeezed my nipples, 
milk squirted out.  It was a totally weird thing to see, and for a second, I was 
stunned. 

Then it made me giggle.  My body was getting ready to feed my baby, and I 
couldn't help but wonder what my own milk tasted like.

I squeezed out a little of the milk on my index finger, slipping it onto my 
tongue.  It was warm. It had a slight sweetness.  That's because I'm so 
sweet, I laughed to myself.

The thought of my baby made me all happy and warm inside.   I know that a 
young girl my age shouldn't be looking forward to having a child, but . . . I 
was.  I couldn't help myself.  You know?  Maybe I am one of those people 
who mature faster than most of the other girls.   My body certainly matured 
faster, so why not the rest of me as well?    

Anyway, as soon as I got into the car with my mom, I could tell by the look 
on her face that it was a very serious matter.  She was so quiet, almost a 
million miles away.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" I asked.

"Oh Jenna.  This was a conversation that I didn't expect to have with you 
until your mid twenties, or even your thirties.  I wanted so much more for 
you.  I didn't want you to have to go through what I had to.  However, we 
have to decide what to do with your baby."

Her remark took me completely off guard.  I never thought that what we were 
going to do was in doubt.  "I don't understand, Mom.  I'm going to keep my 
baby, of course."

"I don't know if you're completely thought this through, Baby.  Think!  You 
won't have a normal childhood . . . you're only fifteen years old.  While 
other girls are going off on dates or dances, you'll be at home with your 
child.  You won't be able to go to college.  You won't be able to do anything 
that you wanted to do.  I don't think you know how expensive it is to raise a 
child.  I think the best thing to do is put the baby up for adoption.  I think we 
can find it a good ho . . ."

I sat there, in the passenger seat, completely numb, while my mom recounted 
all of the good reasons to give up my child.  She reinforced all of the bad 
reasons to keep him or her.  I didn't care.  I wanted my baby more than I 
could express in words.

I panicked.  "NO!  Don't say those things.  I want to keep my baby.  I don' t 
care what you think, and none of those things that I'll miss are important to 
me anymore.  The only thing that I want is my child.  I'll do whatever I have 
to do.  I'll work after school to earn extra money.  Whatever.  Please, 
Mommy . . . let me keep her."

I had inadvertently assigned a sex to my unborn child.

"Jenna, I really don't . . ." she began to say.

Then I said something that really cut her to the bone.  I didn't say it to be 
cruel, but it came out just the same.  "Then why didn't you give me up when 
you were a kid?  It would have broken your heart.  Just think of how empty 
your life would have been without me.  I was worth it wasn't I . . . I mean all 
of the trouble?   Wasn't I?"   Tears fell down my cheeks.

"Yes, but . . ." I wouldn't let her complete a thought.

"Then don't you see how it would break my heart?  Please let me keep her, 
Mommy.  I'll be a good mommy, just like you.  I promise," I plead with all 
of my heart and soul.

Mom was swayed by my argument.  Hesitantly, she began, "Well . . . if you 
. . ."

"Oh thank you.  Thank you," I gushed.  I leaned over and hugged and kissed 
her as much as I could with my big stomach between us.  "You'll see.  It'll 
be okay."

Mom scolded me, "Jenna?  Please, I'm driving.  Do you want me to crash?"

I giggled.

"You're going to have to be serious about this.  This is not like the time that 
you had the puppy.  This is forever.  This is your responsibility for life!"

I didn't remember anything about my puppy, but I agreed with her anyway.  
"I understand, Mom.  It's what I want."

"Well at least promise me you'll go to parenting classes, and perhaps a La 
Maze class before your due date.  We'll have to find you a good Ob/Gyn."

"I will.  A child birth class sounds like fun.  Would you be my partner?"

"I don't think I can, Honey.  I'm much too busy, and with Rod losing his 
job, we can use all of the money that we can get.  I'll be there when the baby 
is born.  Maybe you could get one of your friends to go with you."

A friend, I thought?  Who could I get to be my partner, that I would trust 
with my child's life.  The image of only one person flashed into my head . . . 
Joshua.  He would be perfect!

**********

Mom dropped me off in front of my school.  She waved good bye to me, and 
said that she would see me later on tonight..  There was the definite 
implication that she would be kinda late.  It made me wonder what was going 
on?  With Rod losing his job and all, I thought that she would want to be 
home with him.

Oh well, I resolved mentally.  I guess I'll find out sooner or later.

Just then, Sandy and my other friends bustled up to me.  They were all in a 
state of excitement.

"Sandy told us what happened, Jen.  We feel so bad!" cried Heather.

"Yeah.  If there's anything we can do to get that creep Rex, just let us know," 
added Beth.

I gave Sandy a dirty look.  That was supposed to be our secret!  Sandy gave 
me back an innocent, yet guilty "I'm sorry" look.

"I'm sorry, Jen.  They asked me, and . . . well, we just care about you. 
That's all!"

"Yeah!!" the other two chirped.

They seemed to be sincere enough, so it was hard to be mad at them.  That 
was especially true of Sandy, who had the expression and demeanor of 
somebody who really cared about me.

"Nothing really happened.  Can't we just forget it, and move on?" I insisted.

"Are you sure Jenna?" asked Heather.

"Absolutely!"

That seemed to satisfy Heather and Beth.  They seemed to be more interested 
in talking about clothes, hair, boys, and other things which didn't seem to be 
all of that interesting to me now.  Those two separated, slightly ahead of 
Sandy and I.

Sandy put her arm around me.  "Are you sure you're okay, Jen?  I am 
worried about you.  You're my best friend, and I'd hate to see anything bad 
happen to you.  You know?"

"Yeah.  I do, Sandy."  I felt close to her, as she really did care about me.  
"I'm fine, I swear.  Can't we just change the subject?"

"What do you wanna talk about, Jen?" Sandy inquired, as we walked 
through the double doors of the school, making our way to our lockers.

It occurred to me that ever since I got out of Mom's car, I had been constantly 
looking around.  I had been scanning the other kids to catch a glimpse of one 
person.

"Um . . . what do you think about . . . Joshua?  You know?" I asked her 
hesitantly.

"That long haired skinny kid in out class?"  She was genuinely shocked.  I 
could only conclude that Joshua was much different from the boys that I  was 
normally interested in, before the baby and the amnesia.  Judging from Rex, I 
had been attracted by the hunky, socially acceptable jock type.

"Yeah him.  What do you think of him?  Do you think he's cute?"

Sandy's eyes rolled back into her head, trying to conjure up a mental image 
of Joshua.

"I guess he's kinda cute, in a naive, geeky sorta way.  Jenna, you're not 
thinking . . ."

I giggled, "Uh huh!"

"You have a thing for him?  Oh . . . my . . . God!  I don't believe it.  He's so 
different from what you usually date," Sandy added, confirming my 
suspicions.  "He's so . . . well . . . puny!"

"He's an artist, that's all."  I defended him.  "I don't think there's anything 
wrong with me getting a little interested in Joshua."

Sandy giggled now too, "Girl . . . I think that knock in your head took more 
than your memory.  Now you have no taste either!"

"Oh, you . . ." I poked Sandy in the ribs playfully.

The bell rang for the first class.  I was late!  The four of us ran down the 
hallway toward our lockers.  I, of course, trailed, having the speed and 
mobility of a hippopotamus.

**********

Barbi was buzzed by the receptionist almost as soon as she got in.

"Barb?  You have a call on line 1.  The guy says his name is Robbie, but he 
won't say what he wants.  Do you want me to get rid of him?"

Barbi's heart skipped a beat.  This was why she had lied, telling both Rod 
and Jenna that she had meetings tonight.  She had anticipated that Robbie 
may call her.

"No.  It's okay Sue.  I'll take the call."

She answered the phone with a mock business like greeting, "This is Barbi.  
May I help you?"

From the other end of the line came Robbie's voice, although it was currently 
animated by the real Jenna.  "God.  It's so good to hear your voice."

"You too," she agreed.  "Are you back from your business trip?"

"I get it.  You can't openly talk."

"Yes, that's right," confirmed Barbi.

"Okay.  I'll do the talking.  Yes, I'm back from Oklahoma.  I'm afraid . . . 
there's nothing more that I can tell you than you already know."

"I see."  Barbi sounded glum.

"However, I couldn't think of anything else but you the entire time that I was 
gone.  I have to see you tonight.  Can you get away?"

"I think that can be arranged, Sir," said Barbi, maintaining the illusion.  It 
was all that she could do to contain her glee.

She was looking forward to seeing Robbie.  In truth, she hadn't felt this 
good in years . . . not even with Rod.  Barbi's heart had already made her 
decision for her.  The marriage with Rod was over, and she fully intended, 
for the first time in her life, to follow her heart, and not her head.

Jenna could hear her mother breathing heavily over the phone. Even their 
brief conversation was turning her mother on.  Unfortunately, it was working 
on her too, as a firm erection started to tent out the lap of Robbie's trousers.

"I'm excited too, Barbi.  I'm staying at the Hilton, room 227.  Come after 
work.  I'll order something in for us . . . we have a lot to talk about."

"I'll see you later then, Sir," Barbi confirmed the tryst in code.

"Bye," came the voice on the other end.  Then there was a click, followed by 
a dial tone.

Barbi replaced the handset of the phone in the cradler.  Her hands were 
trembling, and her heart was racing.  She was actually going to do this.  She 
was about to indulge herself in an extramarital affair.

I won't be cheating for long, rationalized Barbi.  I'll stay with Rod until he 
gets on his feet, and gets a new job.  That's the least that I can do.  Then I'll 
find some way to break it to him gently.

Still, the sensation of clandestine danger that normally accompanies such an 
affair got Barbi all hot and bothered inside.

**********

Jenna hung up the phone.  Her mind was awash with the mixed emotions 
over what she was about to do with her own mother, and the guilt that, 
ultimately, it would cause..

What she saw on the monitor from the cameras hidden in her former room 
changed everything.  After Robbie had left for school in her real body, Rod 
stole into the room.

Jenna had watched in utter disgust as Rod fondled her panties and bras.  He 
found one pair of soiled lacy black panties in the dirty clothes hamper that he 
particularly loved.  Jenna thought she was going to throw up when she saw 
Rod lifted the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply.

"I can't believe how sick this pervert is!" declared Jenna aloud, in Robbie's 
voice.

The eyes of the man in the video rolled back in sheer ecstasy.  Then, much to 
Jenna's horrified dismay, Rod wrapped the dirty panties around his hand, 
undid his pants and underwear, and proceeded to masturbate.

He rapidly worked his hands up an down his own shaft, the silk of the 
panties sliding easily up and down the hardened flesh.  

Jenna checked the monitor readouts.  Yes, it was recording!  She was 
capturing everything for posterity's sake.

In the monitor, Rod spilled his seed on Jenna's panties.  He then proceeded 
to clean himself up with those panties.  Rather than put them back in the 
hamper, her stepfather balled then up, and stuffed them in his pocket.  He 
was saving them!

Jenna chuckled, despite the depraved scene, "Keep it up you bastard.  Just 
hide those panties so they can be found at a later time.  They'll be a good 
piece of evidence when I finally nail your fucking ass to the wall!"

Although Jenna's tone was humorous, her words were pure vitriol.

It also confirmed her resolve  to go forward with her original plan.  Rod was 
close, so very close.  A real affair from his wife could be the final nail in the 
coffin.  It should force Rod to do something stupid that could be captured on 
video.

Only then would she have the evidence that she needed.  The masquerade, for 
the time being would have to go on.  That was when Jenna had decided to go 
forward and call her mother at work.

Now, as she sat there, with her erection from the phone call waning as she 
thought of Rod and his disgusting actions, Jenna couldn't help but wonder 
how it would all turn out.  She worried that she was falling in love with her 
own mother.

**********   

Jenna leaned against her locker . . . exhausted. She had just come from her 
second trip to the bathroom in the last thirty minutes.  

I am beginning to get used to all this pregnancy stuff, she thought.  It was a 
good idea to ask my teachers if I can leave five minutes earlier than the rest of 
the class.  I sure do need the extra time to get from one class to another.  It's 
a good thing I have a free period for the next hour.

The moment's respite and empty halls were quite conducive to quiet reflection 
of the days events.

I hate to agree with the boys who were trying to insult me this morning, but 
they are right.  I do seem to waddle a bit now when I walk.  I sure won't be 
breaking any speed records getting from class to class for a while.   

Jenna rubbed her belly.  She pondered, idly, it'll all be worth it when this 
little bundle of joy makes its appearance in the world..  I can't believe I'm 
going to bring a life into the world soon.  It still feels so alien to be so big, 
but then my whole body still seems alien to me . . . somehow.  I guess 
pregnancy could make any girl feel strange, with all the changes occurring in 
your body.  I just wish that I could remember what I was like when I wasn't 
pregnant!

I should be used to this condition, but it still feels so odd to me.  Mom told 
me I got my boobs over four years ago . . . so why do I feel surprised 
whenever they get in my way?  

Suddenly, the bell signifying the end of class sounded.  The hall around 
Jenna was filled by students pouring forth from the surrounding classrooms.  
She retreated to the wall near her locker as much as she could, given her 
condition, to avoid being jostled about.  

Still, as activity swirled all around her, Jenna kept looking through the crowd 
to catch sight of Joshua.

Without so much as a warning, Joshua's face appeared directly in front of 
her.  Just the sight of his youthful and innocent face set her girlish heart to 
pounding.  For a second, Jenna thought that it might burst through her chest.

"Hi." she mouthed silently for Josua alone to see.

"Hi," he shyly mouthed back.

Joshua quickly closed the gap between himself and the pregnant girl.  He was 
smiling so broadly from the fact that Jenna acknowledged him . . . in front of 
the whole school, no less.  It was his fondest wish come true!

As soon as Joshua was within earshot, Jenna whispered, "There you are!  I 
was looking for you all over before school started this morning.  I . . . just 
wanted to talk to you so badly."

"Me?" Joshua responded, with genuine surprise.

"Yes you . . . silly!  I . . . couldn't get you out of my mind all night.  Did 
you think about me?" asked Jenna coyly.

Joshua swallowed hard.  "Are you kidding?  I think about you all of the 
time."

Jenna took Joshua's hand into hers, giving it a squeeze.  This was truly the 
pinacle of all of Joshua's adolescent dreams.

"What are you doing after school, Joshua?  I have something important to ask 
you."

Joshua was again dumbfounded.  Jenna instinctively knew, perhaps from her 
own buried experience as Robbie, that this boy would never make the first 
move.  If anything was to happen, it would have to be on her initiative.

Joshua glanced at his watch.

Jenna immediately reacted, "Do you have a class?  Oh . . . I'm sorry."

The boy blushed that he was so easily read. "Yeah . . . I do.  Algebra.  It 
sucks!"

They both laughed together.

"What about you?" queried the smitten boy.

"I have a free period.  I was thinking about going to the nurse's office to lie 
down.  Lugging this belly around all day is kinda tiring, you know?"

Jenna realized how insane her last statement was by correcting herself, 
"Yeah, like how would you know?  You're a boy . . . not a girl like me!"

Joshua didn't want to go there, so he changed the subject.  ""My class is on 
the way to the nurse's office.  Let me walk you, at least part of the way 
there."

"Would you?" asked Jenna sweetly.

"Sure," said he, enthusiastically.  Joshua reached down to take her books, in 
a simple gesture to lighten her load.  It was a very thoughful gesture, which 
the girl appreciated.

"Thank you, Joshua."

There was a pregnant pause, followed again by Jenna's voice.

"You didn't answer me . . . about after school.  I need to talk to you Joshua.  
It's really, really important.  You're the only person that I really trust."

Joshua finally took the hint by voicing the invitation, "Do you want to come 
over to my place, like you used to when we were kids?  You can see my 
paintings if you want."

"I'd like that, Josh," said Jenna softly, touching his hand again.

By that time, they had reached Josh's classroom.  Joshua handed Jenna's 
books back to her.

"I wish that I could walk you the rest of the way, but I'm late as it is. You 
know how old Mrs. Johnson is about tardiness!"

She didn't . . . another memory of her past, stolen way from her.  Would it 
ever come back?

"It's okay.  I think I can make it on my own . . . barely," she smiled.  
"Where should I meet you after class?"

"How about out in front?  By the steps?"

"I'll see you there."

"Bye, Jenna."

Joshua reluctantly turned to enter the classroom.  Jenna could see through 
glass of the door the faces of others kids which she should recognize, but 
could not.  Thank goodness for Joshua!  It was only after he was gone, than 
the teenager's heartbeat returned to a semblance of normality.    

I'm beginning to think I'm going crazy, Jenna thought  I don't have to 
exercise in gym class anymore, but I seem to enjoy looking at the other girls  
as they undress and shower.  Its not like they have anything I haven't seen 
before.  Heck, when it comes to boobs I've got more there than any of the 
other girls.  I seem to be getting more there every day!

So why do I like to look at the girls so much?  I'm not a lesbian.  At least I 
don't think I am.  My body seems to get excited when I look at a boys, 
especially Joshua.   I can't help thinking about what it would feel like if we 
were to make out.  

Girls don't seem to excite me like boys do.  So why do I like thinking about 
them, and watching them?  Sometimes it feels  like I am really a boy hiding in 
the girls room . . .  but that obviously isn't true.  

I'm about as much a boy as Joshua is Marilyn Monroe, Jenna finally resolved 
the mental conflict.  Her frown turned into a broad smile.

Now that I  think of it, Mom said only yesterday that I was a tomboy when I 
was a little girl.  I can't help but imagine what it would be like to  have been 
born a boy instead of a girl.  What it be like to be big, hard, and have a thing 
between my legs?

It is hard to imagine not being soft and curvy like I am now.  Besides . . . 
then I couldn't be interested in boys . . . like Joshua!

Not that I don't like being a girl, mind you, although I wouldn't mind if this 
pregnancy were over.  I think I would trade places with a boy if it meant I 
wouldn't be pregnant anymore.  Then again, I wouldn't give up being a 
mommy to be for anything. 

Boy, it must be true about hormones making you think weird things when 
you're pregnant, Jenna thought humorously to herself.  I think I just thought 
I want to be both a boy and a girl, pregnant, and not pregnant and interested 
in both boys and girls.

The idea of the nurses office, and a quick nap on her couch makes a lot of 
sense.  I really need to stop thinking so much or I'm going to go crazy. 

If I were to become a boy, who in the world would become me?

Jenna waddled the rest of the way to the nurses station.

**********

Rod burst forth from the venerable law offices of Simon, Simon & Simon 
with a sour expression upon his face.  It was the fifth law firm that he had 
visited that morning regarding his potential lawsuit for wrongful termination.  
The answer was always the same . . . he had no case.

The best advice that the various legal experts could give him went something 
like, "Go out and get another job.  Get on with your life."

The words still rang in his ears.  They stuck in his craw.

"Fuckin' bastards!" spat Rod, as soon as he cleared the doorway onto the 
street.  "It's a conspiracy.  Everybody knows how it works . . . they're all 
out to get me."

Rod's vile mood was not helped any by the raging hangover that he had to 
endure.

"I'll show you all!" exclaimed Rod back at the doorway to the law office, but 
it was an empty threat.  What's more, Rod knew that it was an empty threat.

The only thing that he could do now was to find another job.  That was an 
idea that he was not looking forward to, as he had already sold himself on a 
life of leisure while he waited for the megabucks from his lawsuit to roll in.  
That fantasy was up in smoke.

Rod scanned up and down the street, spotting an Irish Pub up on the corner.  
He cocked one eyebrow,  then glanced down at his watch.  It was only 11:02 
am . . . not yet lunchtime.

He shrugged his shoulders, nevertheless.  There was nothing like the hair of 
the dog that bit ya!  Rod wanted, nay needed, a bracer before starting the job 
search.

The alcoholic started walking toward his haven, exclaiming, "What the fuck?  
I deserve a drink.  Fuck  em all."

**********

Back at the high school, Nurse Johannson finished checking out the pregnant 
girl in her office.  Nothing was wrong which couldn't be accounted for by 
the advanced state of pregnancy.  Regardless, if she was tired, the best thing 
would be to send her home for a nice long nap.  

She had a lunch hour free in a few minutes, and decided to drop Jenna off at 
home.  It would be much better for her than a long walk home, or trying to 
get there by bus in her condition.  Besides, she liked Jenna.  She had 
overcome so much in recent months.  

The amnesia was quite confusing.  The doctor's reports were clear on what to 
expect.  If anything, Jenna had gone well beyond those expectations.  Her 
records showed an ever-increasing grade point average since her return to the 
school.  She was handling the pregnancy well, unlike the several other girls 
Nurse Johannson had helped out over the past two years she had been 
assigned to this high school.

She saw Jenna almost every day, since she was not 100 percent recovered.  
The school wanted her to keep a close eye on her.  She had the distinct 
impression that her superiors were more worried about possible insurance 
claims against the school than Jenna's health.  Nevertheless, the close 
attention afforded her a good chance to observe a teenager in a difficult 
condition.

Jenna proved to be a strange case indeed.  She would read anything Nurse 
Johannson gave her on pregnancy and womanhood.  Sometimes the amnesia 
had the funny effect of making Jenna appear to know as much about her body 
as, say a man would.  This thought made her laugh.  A pregnant man.  That 
was funny.  The world might be a better place if men could get pregnant as 
well as women.  They probably couldn't handle it though. 

"Jenna, Honey?  Is there anybody home at your house?  Do you want me to 
take you home so that you can nap?"

"I don't know, Miss Johannson.  Mom's at work, and I think my stepdad's 
out looking for a job or something.  I guess not."

"Well now.  I can't very well leave you at home in case something happened 
to you or the baby, can I?"

"No," cried Jenna sheepishly.

The nurse survey the teenager with a look of genuine affection.  "I guess 
you're just going to have to nap here.  Would you mind taking one of the 
beds in the infirmiry?"

"Not at all Miss Johannson.  They look comfortable to me."

The nurse smiled at her patient.  "Then you scoot along!  What do you say 
that I bring you an early lunch from the cafeteria?"

"That would be great, Miss Johannson.  Thank you."

What a polite, sweet girl, though the nurse to herself.  I wonder how she ever 
got herself into this mess?

What she said was, "Call me Betty, Sweetheart.  Something tells me that we 
are going to be spending a lot of time together until your infant is born.

"Okay, Betty," agreed Jenna with a weary grin.

"Good.  Now you go and rest a while."   

********** 

The job search did not go well.  As it turned out, news of Rod's impromtu 
threat of a lawsuit for wrongful termination to his former employer, coupled 
with his morning visits to multiple law firms, spread like wildfire.  He was a 
pariah at every place which he applied for a job.

The smell of the copious amount of alcohol on his breath didn't enhance his 
prospects much either.

The responses were strikingly uniform, "Oh . . . we aren't hiring," or "We'll 
keep your application on file in case we need somebody."

Their demeanors were innocent enough . . . but their eyes said it all.  For the 
time being, Rod was poison to any employer.

This stark revelation, even through his semi-intoxicated state, pushed Rod's 
needle all of the way into the red.  Rage and anger boiled explosively to the 
surface.

"Fucking Assholes!" he swore, while violently kicking over a trash can, 
spilling refuse into the street.  He silently wished there was a person around 
for him to beat the snot out of.

Unfortunately, there was only one thing left to do.  Neither Barbi, nor that 
bitch of a stepdaughter were home now, so the only thing that he could do 
was go out and tie on a good drunk.  Hell, he had already made a good start 
of it this morning.

Besides, it had been a while since he went on a good bender with his 
buddies.   He could wait in the bar and get a head start with a few beers.

Jenna!  He snarled at her within his alcohol saturated mind.  This was all her 
fault, and he had warned her before she ran away.  She'll get what's coming 
to her for coming back . . . oh yes she will!

Rod kicked the trash can one more time visualizing the swollen belly of the 
fifteen year old girl.

**********

Barbi gazed wistfully at the clock on the wall for about the one hundreth time 
in the last hour.  It read exactly 4:02 p.m., 3 minutes later than the last time 
that she checked.  Undaunted, she checked her wristwatch to see if that 
afforded her any chronological advantage.

She sighed dejectedly.  It read only 3:59 p.m.

Minutes seemed to be crawling by like hours, and hours like days.  Only 58 
more minutes remained until she could get out of this prison.  She could be 
with . . . him.

The image of Robbie's face and form in her mind's eye made Barbi's nipples 
begin to harden and swell.  They caused a most sensational tingling and 
warmth to the end of her breasts.  Absently, she rubbed one of them, only to 
be rewarded with comparable tingling and warmth from her loins.  Barbi 
could literally feel her vulva begin to swell.  She felt its tepid wetness build in 
anticipation of . . . his touch.

She squirmed in her chair in a futile attempt to find some relief.

"I have to stop doing this to myself," Barbi intoned under her breath.

Over the last hour she had been lapsing into erotic fantasy about Robbie.

Barbi was slowly stoking the flames of her desire into a state of sexual 
frenzy.  Part of her was afraid that she would attack her new lover upon 
sight, while the other part didn't much care how wanton she appeared.

Anticipation only made the reality all the sweeter!

I have to think of something else, she decided to herself.  I wonder what Rod 
is doing right now?

That thought made her freeze in her chair.  Barbi's blood was chilled right 
down to the marrow, cooling her passions for a few scant seconds.

"Don't go there," she told herself.

As an alternative, she wondered what her daughter, Jenna, was doing right 
now?  Had she asked Joshua to be her partner in La Maze classes yet?  How 
was her day at school?  Were the other kids treating her okay?  Her heart 
went out to Jenna.

Little did she know that her real daughter's personality, in the body of  the 
object of her affection, waited for her a short distance away.

Barbi looked at the clock on the wall yet one more time, sighing again.  It 
was just no use . . . she couldn't get her mind away from Robbie, no matter 
how hard that she tried.  The cycle of arousal began anew.

The clock on the wall read 4:07 p.m.

**********

Jenna just stared, wide-eyed, and mouth agape, at the dozens of paintings 
scattered around Joshua's room.  They were all of her!

She was so stunned that she could not utter a word.  Joshua, for his part, 
was also silent, since he had no idea how his companion would react to his 
artwork.

Jenna just walked around, touching the dried enamel paint of each work of 
art.  They were all so very good, and so lifelike!  More than that, the 
paintings reflected her in various states of her youth.  The girl in the painings 
ranged from the age of three all of the way through age fourteen or fifteen.  
There was even a painting of her in her current expectant state, that looked 
like it was only begun recently.

The only thing that Jenna could ask was the most obvious question.  "W-
when d-did you start painting these, Joshua?"

"Last year," answered the boy, reluctantly.

"B-but how?" the shocked girl inquired as the subjects of the art did not 
match the time frame of the art itself.

"I did them from memory.   In my mind, the images of you are just like it just 
happened.  All I had to do was close my eyes, and my hands did the rest."

"They're beautiful!   Did I really look like that when I was younger?"

"You are just as beautiful now as you were as a child, Jenna."

Joshua, emboldened by the moment, drew closer, and caressed Jenna's face.  
Jenna closed her eyes, a single tear trickling down her face.  Again, her heart 
was beating like a bongo drum.  She leaned into the hand of Joshua, enjoying 
the feel of his flesh upon hers.

Joshua's mother, calling up from downstairs, broke the magic of the 
moment.

"Do you kids want some milk and cookies?"

Jenna, now realizing what was happening, back way from Joshua, although 
every cell I her body told her to stay put.  Joshua's hand, now unsupported 
by Jenna's cheek, fell to his side.

Joshua yelled back down the stairs, "Later, Ma!  Jenna and I are talking."

"Okay, Honey!" came the disembodied voice of the much older lady, from 
somewhere downstairs . . . most likely the kitchen.

That exchange gave Jenna the chance to walk away, and to catch her breath.  
Still, Joshua felt the need to explain himself to her.

"Jenna . . . I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you do something that you 
don't want to.  It's just that . . . that . . . I have loved you ever since you 
were a little girl.  I think about you all of the time.  This . . . this . . . being 
here, alone with you is something that I have always dreamed about.  I just 
thought . . . ."  His voice trailed off.

Jenna looked up into the taller boy's misty eyes.  He was so close to utter 
heartreak right now that one badly chosen word would crush him.  From 
somewhere deep inside, she knew not where, she knew what he was going 
through.  What's more, she sincerely didn't want to break his heart.

However, neither was she ready for something more . . . yet.

"I do, Joshua.  I like you a lot too.  Just let me catch up to you . . . okay? I 
mean, look at me.  I must have made some hasty decisions in the past in the 
heat of the moment.  I just want to . . . do it right this time.  You understand?  
Can't we just take it slow for awhile?"

"I understand," said Joshua with a mixture of disappointment and 
hopefulness.

"Let's just be friends at first, okay?  Just give me a chance to remember my 
past, and to get past this pregnancy.  Then we'll see what happens after that.  
I want to know you for a long period of time."

"You promise?"

Jenna took his hand, "I promise."

Joshua started to walk away, but Jenna didn't let go of his hand.  She pulled 
him back to her.

"I didn't say that friends aren't allowed to kiss, you know!"

That finally made the boy smile.  In the blink of an eye their lips locked in a 
very heartfelt kiss.

Yesssssss, said Jenna in her mind, the touch of his lips upon hers making her 
toes curl and knees weaken.  The rest of her feminine body parts responded 
in kind, and she wondered just how long that she would be able to maintain 
the status of friendship.

Her awakening nether regions, also caused the unborn baby in Jenna's womb 
to start kicking.  The kicking, in turn, made her break into a smile and half 
laugh, half gasp, interrupting the kiss.

"What is it?"  Joshua protested.  "Are you alright?"

Rather than say anything, Jenna merely took one of his hands, placing it 
upon her prodigious belly.  She held her hand on top of his in the exact spot 
where he was likely to feel a kick.  No sooner was the hand placed than 
Jenna felt the baby kick from the inside.

"Wow!" declared Joshua.  "That is so wild!  It must feel so strange to have 
life growing inside of you."

"You have no idea," assured Jenna.

"It has to be so intense what you are going through . . . and hard.  If there is 
anything that I can do for you . . . ."

"Well . . . ." Jenna's voice trailed off.

"What?" prompted the teenage boy.

"There is one favor you can do for me . . . ."

********** 

The real Jenna, inside Robbie's body, waited for her mother to arrive.  She 
should have finished work by now,  and had enough time to get to the hotel 
room where she was staying.   Or rather, where he was staying.

It remained hard for her to think of herself as a him or he, despite the 
overwhelming evidence and masculine needs and urges of her new body.  It 
was still so weird to feel, like she did now, the swelling of parts of her new 
body.  It was so very different from the body she had possessed for the past 
15 years.  

Yet she was enjoying it so much . . . and a little more than she cared to admit.  
It was a great relief not to have an ever-expanding stomach growing in front 
of her anymore.  She no longer had to worry about getting pregnant,  having 
a period, or boys looking up her skirt.

In the privacy of her rented room Jenna found that she was capable of great 
explosive pleasure.  It was a bit more messy but well worth it.  It was so 
much more intense and focused then an orgasm in her own body.  However, 
it was a shame it didn't last as long as the orgasms in her own body.  Then 
she might have the best of both worlds.  

Recently, thoughts of her mother had been more interesting than just arousing 
a feeling of motherly love.  Those thoughts of her mother would arouse much 
more than mere parental affection.  Her insistent new parts stood at attention 
almost immediately after seeing her, hearing her voice, or merely thinking 
about her.  Jenna gained a new respect for men through this ordeal for the 
feelings and urges that they managed to control so well! 

Rod was the exception, of course.

Her stepfather was a  man without any semblance of impulse control. He was 
a  man that she would have to stop, before he destroyed whatever was left of 
the life she had handed over to Robbie, and the future she wanted to have 
with Mom. 

Through the course of the afternoon, the former teenage girl knew in her 
heart of hearts that she couldn't break her Mom's heart.  If she was 
successful in putting Rod away, she would need a shoulder to lean upon.  
Again, Robbie couldn't be expected to just pick up where she left off with her 
Mom.  It was all so very confusing.  The only way to ensure the safety of her 
Mother's heart was to . . . remain as Robbie.

How?  How could she avoid seeing the real Robbie forever?  He was in her 
body, and about to have the baby that she concieved those many months ago 
when Rod made her . . . forced her . . . when he raped her,  dammit!   
Robbie would need her mother with a new baby to take care of.   

Was it even fair for her to deny him the opportunity to return to his own 
body?  The stress of the whole situation was starting to tear the young Jenna, 
inside the grownup man, apart.

The only thing that was keeping her together anymore was the romantic love 
that she now felt for her Mom.  She had to find a way . . . somehow!

Jenna decided that she really needed to start thinking of her as Barb instead of 
Mom.  At least she did if she wanted to stay with her when this was over.  
She also would have to get used to thinking of herself as a he from now on.  
She certainly would fail to pass the test of womanhood now  with all of her 
manly parts.  For now, though, she had more important things to do.   

Jenna checked the monitor to the cameras inside the house.  Rod had been 
sleeping off what looked like a drunken stupor for a few hours now.  He 
would probably be knocked out until the late evening, or with luck, the 
morning.

Satisfied that Rod would not be a factor, at least for the next few hours, the 
real Jenna turned her attention toward preparing for her mother's . . . no wait 
. . . Barbi's arrival.  She picked up the telephone.

"Hello?  Room service?"

**********

The balance of the evening passed rather uneventfully . . . or eventfully . . . 
depending upon your particular point of view.

For Rod, it was rather uneventful, as he was sleeping off another nasty 
drunk.  He drank with his pals intil about 3:30 p.m. before heading home to 
the abode that he shared with Barbi and Jenna.  He had hoped to catch Jenna 
at home after school, between 4:00 and 4:30 p.m., to show her what's what!  
Unfortunately for him, she was nowhere to be found.

That only suceeded in spinning the man off into another tirade of ranting and 
swearing.  In the end, he settled for another pair of Jenna's soiled panties, 
and an interlude of vigorous masturbation with those panties.  All of Rod's 
activities were captured by the secreted cameras scattered throughout the 
house, before he finally passed out.  

At the other end of the monitors, the real Jenna was forced to make the 
observation, "Damn!  He must have quite a collection of my panties hidden 
somewhere."

Now that she had time to reflect on it, she had peridically lost some panties, 
including some of her favorites, back when she occupied her own  body. 

She always thought it was the mysterious black hole in the back of the dryer 
where one half of a pair of socks usually got lost.  One more mystery solved, 
and once the cache was found, compelling evidence of how long Rod's 
depravity had been going on.  Too bad it wasn't enough evidence to hang 
him!

Still, the graphic scenes caused an overwhelming sensation of revulsion 
within her.

It was not until after Rod finally passed out for good that Jenna went about 
her preparations for the evening.  After ordering some gourmet cuisine from 
room service, she showered, groomed Robbie's body, and dressed.  Shortly 
after that, there was a soft knock upon the door.

"Who is it?" asked Jenna in Robbie's manly voice.

"It's me," came Barbi's voice from the other side of the door.  Even through 
the wood, Jenna could hear, with Robbie's ears, the sound of breathless 
anticipation.

Jenna could feel her male parts start to rise again.  She took a few deep 
breaths to calm herself and opened the door, only to have Barbi rush into her 
big, strong arms.

Meanwhile, a little closer to home, Joshua's mom invited the new Jenna to 
stay for dinner, just as she used to when she was a little girl.  Like she often 
did when she lived next door.  Naturally, Jenna didn't have any recollection 
of that time in her life.  However, she sincerely appreciated the sentiment and 
gesture.  Plus, the woman didn't stare at her like she was some fat freak of 
nature or something.  Jenna almost felt more at home here than at her own 
home with Rod and her mother.

Since her Mom already told her that she would be home late from the 
meeting, Jenna surmised that she was on her own for dinner.  Mom's late 
schedule of late made her fend for herself for a meal.  She had already had the 
misfortune of experiencing Rod's cooking once since returning from 
Oklahoma.  She had no taste for an encore, rendering the decision a no 
brainer.

Rod could eat his own cooking.  Heck, she rationalized, he was used to it.  
Besides, whatever Joshua's mom was cooking smelled delicious, and she 
was in a good mood after Josh agreed to be her partner in La Maze.

The discussion that had ensued after the request was made brought a grin to 
her lips.

Joshua had stuttered, "Uh . . . w-won't I see you're . . . you know . . . 
um....vagina?"

It was sweet, and Jenna coyly answered, "I thought that's what you 
wanted?"

Then he blushed.  In the end, he agreed to help her.

After dinner, Joshua's mother drove them both to see a movie.  Joshua, quite 
naturally, wanted to see a shoot em up action movie, while Jenna wanted to 
see something a little more romantic.  She was just feeling in that kind of 
mood.  They settled for the monster hit, "Titanic,"  Joshua already saw it 
once, but Jenna had not.

For a second, she thought that she must be the only person in the world that 
hadn't seen it yet.  Where had she been . . . buried under a rock?  Then 
again, she might have seen it, and just didn't remember.  Either way, she 
expected an enjoyable experience.

The movie was much more romantic, emotional, and heart wrenching than 
Jenna ever anticipated.  The entire time she either held Joshua's hand, or laid 
her head upon his shoulder.  It felt good to be a kid for awhile, away from 
the reponsiblities of her pregnancy.  By the end of the movie, she was 
reduced to a bawling mess.

After the movie, Joshua walked Jenna home, hand in hand.  At her front 
door, she kissed him again, just to let him know that there would be more in 
the future.  One little kiss said more than a whole dialogue of explanation or 
promises could.  It was just the type of innocent kiss that teenagers all around 
the world shared every night of the week.

It wasn't a very long kiss because they were interupted by the noise of a 
heated argument going down inside.  Jenna looked into the driveway, qiuckly 
identifying Rod and her Mom's vehicles.  She instantly knew that the 
grownups were fighting about something.

Jenna looked deeply up into Joshua's eyes, "Uh . . . I better get in there and 
see what's going on."

Joshua shuffled slightly.  "Yeah . . . ."

Jenna smiled a warm smile, "I had fun tonight, Josh.  I hope that we can do it 
again.  I'll see you in school tomorrow."

With that, she stood on her tip toes, although it was quite an effort with her 
added bulk.  She gave Joshua one more quick peck on the lips.

That finally made the boy smile also, "Okay, Jen.  I'll see you."

Jenna turned the knob of the front door, and entered the domestic turmoil.

**********

Inside, the combatants were throwing sharp words around, tipped with 
venom, intending to cut to the bone.  They stood at opposite ends of the 
room, gesturing wildly.  There was something very odd about the surreal 
scene, though Jenna.

Shouldn't they be face to face or nose to nose while arguing?  Something 
didn't make any sense here.

"Where have you been, Barb?  I need you . . . I've lost my job, and can't get 
another."

"I left you a note.  I told you that I had late meetings."

"Until 10:00 at night?  If you cared for your husband at all, you'd be home 
where he needed you," snarled Rod.

"Need me?  You're too busy wallowing in self pity to need anybody but 
yourself.  By the smell of you, you've been out drinking with your friends.  
It doesn't look to me that you are looking very hard for a job."

Rod took a step toward Barbi, to which she instantly reacted, "Don't you 
come near me!  Don't you dare touch me in that state.  You know that I hate it 
when you drink."

Just then, the two of them noticed Jenna just standing there with her mouth 
hanging open.  Their reactions were completely opposite.  Where Barbi's 
face adopted an expression of concern for her daughter, Rod's took on that of 
loathing and hatred.

Barbi saw that look, lashing out at her husband, "Don't you look at my 
daughter that way.  She's not the cause of your problems . . . nor our 
problems.  Just leave her out of it!"

She turned toward Jenna to instruct, "Honey?  You go up to your room and 
get to bed.  It's late, and you and your baby need the rest."

"But Mom . . . ." began Jenna in protest.

"Now!" ordered Barbi.

Jenna didn't argue any further, instead lugging her cumbersome body up the 
stairs, and into her room.  She closed the door.  Jenna put her ear up to the 
door in an effort to hear the argument, but couldn't understand much.

She was able to make out one angry utterance from her Mom.

"Fine.  Well you can just sleep it off in our room by yourself.  I'm sleeping 
in the guest room."

There was the distinct sound of Barbi's feet stomping up the steps, followed 
by the slamming of a door.  Seconds later, there was only the din of Rod 
swearing at the top of his lungs.

**********

Within the safe confines of the guest room, Barbi breathed a sigh of relief.  
She had neglected to shower or clean herself after making love to Robbie.

She was certain that she still smelled like him.

Sex with Rod was out of the question, let alone getting anywhere close to 
him.  Barbi almost thanked her lucky stars when Rod picked a fight.  It was 
so easy to fall into it, and utilize it for an excuse to sleep away from him.  She 
was safe for now, although her ferocity had taken her aback.

Where had that come from?

Barbi had to cut the argument short to dash up the stairs when she felt the 
result of Robbie's love begin to run down the inside of her thigh.  She only 
managed to escape by the skin of her teeth.  Even now, she should be 
cleaning herself just to be safe.

Nevertheless, she hesitated.  Barbi enjoyed the feeling of a portion of Robbie 
on her skin.  She rubbed it into her sklin and closed her eyes to relive the 
extraordinary passion of the last few hours.  The vivid memories alone were 
enough to weaken her knees and send her heart aflutter.

Yes, she was defininitely in love.  Even though she was loathe to admit it, the 
danger of the scene downstairs with Rod, knowing what was between her 
legs was . . . exhilarating!  Barbi knew that she would have to deal with Rod 
. . . and soon.

That could wait until later.  For now she chose to languish in the invisible 
embrace of the memories of her lover

**********

The real Jenna also basked in the afterglow of a night of lovemaking.  She 
inhaled deeply . . . the room still smelled of their mixed essences.

She never expected sex to be so great in a male body. She never thought that 
she would enjoy making love to a woman, let alone her own mother, but, 
Heaven help her, she did!  It was intense, intoxicating, and addictive.

In the times she had sex in her real body, she was always at the whim or 
mercy of the much larger male.  This time, she was in control AS the male.  
As a man she had compelled every aspect of the love, from the pace of it to 
the texture of it to even the style of it.  No wonder men felt so, for want of a 
better word, cocky all of the time!

Jenna had never felt so much power and control in her entire life.  How could 
she give this up?  How could she go back to being small, soft, and weak 
even if she was pretty?  Beauty was a small trade off for the power of being a 
man.  She wondered if they even knew how good they had it?

Then of course, there was the love.  If she wasn't before, she was certainly 
deeply in love with her mother . . . Barbi . . . now!

How is this going to end, she wondered?

That though was interupted by a loud beep from one of the monitors.  Jenna 
had the foresight to install heat sensors in her former room to alert her to any 
significant rises in temperature.  Significant rises such as . . . two people in 
the room.

Jenna rushed over to the monitor that depicted her former bedroom.  It was 
dark.  The lights were out.  Still, through the streetlight coming in from the 
window, you could see what was going on.  The only thing that the screen 
visualized was Robbie, in her body, asleep in the bed.  Jenna could clearly 
see the soft rise and fall of his . . .her breasts and stomach with each new 
breath.

She though it was a false alarm, but then, suddenly, another figure entered 
the view of the camera.  A shiver went up and down Jenna's spine.  There 
was no mistaking the form of Rod, even in the dim light of the bedroom.

Jenna gazed at the recording equipment just to make sure that it was doing its 
job.  It was.

She turned her attention to what was happening on the screen, and to what 
was happening in real life several miles away.  Jenna shivered as Rod silently 
crept toward her sleeping former body.  She was guinely frightened for 
Robbie . . . for herself.  It wasn't like she was safe there in the hotel room.  
Jenna was there, with Robbie in the room, living through this all too real 
nightmare.

Robbie was at least unconscious to it all . . . for now.  The real Jenna broke 
out into a sweat.

She grabbed the phone, and prepared to dial 911 as soon as the creep did 
something to incriminate himself.

"C'mon you bastard, do it!  Touch her so we can end this, and put your 
fucking ass in jail," Jenna urged.

On the screen, Rod hovered over the slumbering body of Jenna.  He just 
stood there . . . watching her.  Then, without warning, he reached out and 
touched her cheek.

Robbie, in Jenna's body, stirred but did not awaken.  He turned so that he 
was on his back instead of his side.  Now Jenna's big breasts were open to 
be fondled by the perverted stepfather.

"C'mon.  You know you want to," the real Jenna whispered.

Rod couldn't hear her.  However, he caressed the sleeping teenaged girl's 
dewy cheek.  The real Jenna, although she was miles away could almost feel 
the touch of his vile skin upon hers.  She shuddered, appreciating the horror 
of it all.

Rod's hand traveled down the sleeping girl's neck, but then lifted.  They 
were poised over her breast.  Jenna watched as those hungry hands flexed in 
anticipation over their prey.  They moved forward, and Jenna held her breath.

They diverted to the girl's swollen abdomen.  Rod's hands settled on 
Robbie's pregnant tummy.  They felt here, and then there for a sign of life 
therein.  After a few seconds, the hands withdrew, and then balled into fists.

Rod uttered but one word before leaving Jenna's bedroom.

"Soon!"

**********

(to be continued)