Archive-name: Changes/dream08.txt
Archive-author: Chuck 447
Archive-title: Dream, Fantasy and Nightmare - 8
The Dream, Part 8
The twins would come by all the time, and we would have some
fantastic sex every time they did, all four of us, either as
distinct, but trading couples, or as all four of us. They
constantly bought us both sexy and senual clothing, all feminine,
of course, since I never wore men's clothing anymore. Actually,
I did not miss men's clothing at all, the things I did have to wear
were far softer and much more comfortable than the old jeans I had
been used to. Of course, I could still slip on a pair of jeans,
and do things that I needed them to do, but for the most part, I
loved the lovely feminine clothes I had. The twins had given me
even more money, and continued to make sure that there was enough
coming in to us to take care of us if anything happened to them.
Our investments and savings grew until it was sufficient to support
Sharon and I for the rest of our lives, even if neither of us ever
worked again.
By this time I had reached the limit of what the pills could
bring out in me. I was smallest breasted of all 4 of us by a bit
more than a full cup. It was not too much longer before they began
to work at me to go with them to their doctor who could help me
with that, and give me the same size breasts as Sharon, Karen and
Margie had. They wanted me to, and kept at me until I finally
agreed, my sense of owing, and loving them, getting the better of
me. We had become a 4 member family And with only a couple of
reservations, there was nothing I would not give to them. This was
not outside of those limits. It was not long before we paid that
visit to the doctor, it only took an hour or two, and then it was
done. Other than I was taller than they, and had not had any other
surgery to enhance my other looks, or remove the most promenent
difference, we all looked very much alike if we dressed alike. But
sex, now that was something else, and each girl took a turn sitting
on my stiff cock, and sitting her hot, wet pussy on my face, or
sucking on my hard nippled tits. I think I must have died that day
and gone to heaven!
Then one day Sharon came in, she was upset, badly, I could
tell, even though she tried hard not to let me see it. Finally she
began to weep, and I made her tell me what was the matter.
"Karen and Margie are sick. They may not live much longer,
Ron. And no, it is nothing we can catch, it is a problem that is
in their genetic makeup."
"Oh." I said, falling silent myself. I had grown to love
Karen and Margie almost as much as I loved Sharon. I could hardly
believe that this could be true. Sharon and I talked and agreed to
go visit the twins in the hospital the next day. We did, and then
they asked to talk to us each individually. Margie talked to
Sharon for a long time, while Karen and I chatted about many
things, one of which was how a tiny thing like a gene could damage
only one important organ and take them away from us, and each
other. It was not fair. I would miss them very much and I told
Karen this as I held her in my arms for a bit.
"You could have a bit of me with you for always, Ron." Karen
said.
"How is that?" I asked.
"Right now, Margie is telling Sharon that we had her tissues
compared to Sharon's, from some of the things that needed to be
done a long time ago. The doctor says that a transplant will work
just fine." Karen said.
"Transplant? What are you planning to transplant?" I said,
somewhat afraid of the answer.
"Well, you know Sharon cannot have any children, but we can,
we have had to be on the pill and use other methods to keep from
being pregnant since we met you, Ron. What Margie would like to
do is have all the working organs moved from her to Sharon when she
goes, so that, with your sperm, a child of her's will live, and
Sharon, that we both love, will raise the child and take good care
of it. For that we have left a larger sum to ensure that the child
never wants for anything, if she accepts that is."
"I see. Well, I know Sharon would like to have a child. We
have talked about that before. She may well accept. But you said
we could keep a piece of you. That will give us a bit of Margie
to love, but what about you?" I asked very curiously.
"Well, you would not do this, but, we told the attorney to
give you and Sharon a certain amount if she accepts the deal. But,
if you were to undergo surgery, not like Sharon's did to convert
herself from male to female, well at least not in that way, then
you two would get all that we have. Everything."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Ron, you would be rich. What I am asking you to do is have
my whole set of organs, pussy, uterus, tubes and ovaries, the whole
thing, transplanted into you. Yes, it would make you fully female,
and it might well mean that neither of you would have to take
another premarin ever again. But if you put your sperm in the
sperm bank every day between now and when this stuff gets us, you
could have enough to insure that each of you would get pregnant,
and then each child would be half your's and half each of us. I
know it is a lot to ask, and irreversable.. but, isn't it worth if
to you for over 125 million dollars? That is what our estate is
worth. Think about it." Karen said is such a serious way that I
knew she meant every word of it. It took me a long time to come
to any kind of decision. Sharon and I talked about it constantly.
And just incase, I visited the sperm bank every day and made a
deposit. Finally, my greed, and grief, got the better of me, and
I agreed. 2 months later the twins died of heart failure. Two
days later the surgery was done, all finished. A month later it
was all verified that it had taken, and we began to try to have a
child, each of us, with my seed. It only took a month before we
both knew we were with child. We may have lost the twins, but we
would have their children to keep our hearts warm with their love
in our old age.
(Thank goodness medical science is not quite this advanced yet, eh?)
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