The Wedding
by Don McCahill

"I can't believe you spent over $1000 on that silly piece of paper,"
Mike told his friend as he watched him chalking a pentagram onto the
garage floor.
        "Hey, if it doesn't work I'll deduct is as a business expense
... a story that didn't work out," Ken replied as he finished lighting
the last candle at the edge of the carefully drawn star. Ken was a
freelance magazine reporter in his late 20s. Mike worked as a bicycle
courier, but had maintained the friendship the two had developed in
public school.
        "Expensive gamble if you ask me. You could have spent the grand
renting a limo and having a weekend in Vegas to blow the rest. That'd be
a fun story."
        "Vegas ... that's travel pages stuff," Ken replied with a sneer.
"But this, actually conjuring up a demon, that would be something to
write about. I've been researching my sources for years now, and I
figure there's about a 50-50 chance this is for real." "Grow up, Ken,"
Mike said. "You always were weird for science fiction stuff. No way this
will work. It can't." "Well, let's just try it," Ken said as he turned
down the lights. He began to read the words on the paper. As he did the
air in the room became very still, and the edges of their vision, where
the candlelight melted into the darkness, turned blurry and somehow
slippery. It reminded Mike of the one experience with LSD, and he was
about to swallow his pride and admit being afraid when he suddenly
noticed a small puff of smoke at the center of the star. The smoke
swirled and whirled and grew. But not much. It stabilized as a small
tornado spinning at the center of the pentagram, no more than 18 inches
high. Then it slowly solidified into the shape of a tiny creature of the
same height. It stood on two legs, although it had a long tail that hung
to the ground and seemed to play a part in its balance. It was
fire-engine red, with a skin that seemed to be composed of tiny lizard
scales. The head was somewhat humanoid, although much to wide for its
height, and was topped by two curling rams horns. The eyes were wrong,
though, looking like the circular disks on a fish. The little creature
hopped about in agitation.
        "That's your demon? Pretty puny, and ugly as sin, too," Mike
snorted, causing the little fellow to look menacing at him. It moved as
close to the edge of the star as it could, and seemed frustrated as the
bounds of the pentagram held it back. "Careful, Mike," Ken warned. "Size
is no indication of power, and this fellow does have powers. I didn't
want to call up one of the bigger demons in case I couldn't hold him.
Some are so big that they could knock down the garage. A piece of debris
could fall and disrupt the pentagram. I'm not looking to write a story
about how a demon was set free to wreak havoc on the world."
        "He's a real demon, then?" Mike asked.
        "Seems like it. Let's talk to him. The papers said he would be
able to learn English just from hearing it spoken."
        "I understand you, human. Why have you called me forth," the
demon said in a deeper voice than one would expect from such a small
creature.
        "To do my bidding, demon lord," Ken said, reading from the
paper. "Fulfil my wish and you shall be returned to your home. Fail, and
you will wander lifelessly through the etosis for eternity."
        "I will do what I can," the demon said. "But you cannot ask me
for more than I am capable of."
 
        "What are your limitations?"
        "I have but one power," the tiny creature said. "I can transform
people into the opposite sex."
 
        "So you could make someone into a woman," Mike said. "That's
kinda neat. Could you change somebody into a real babe, and make her
fall madly in love with me?"
        The demon looked at Mike, showing that he had heard, but refused
to reply to the one who had insulted him, and who was not in the
position of power at the head of the pentagram.
        "Answer him," Ken ordered. "In this and any other questions he
might ask."
        For a moment the demon seemed to try to refuse, but
 some force made him speak. However, he showed his insolence by giving
the reply to Ken, and ignoring Mike.
        "I can only transform those people present at the pentagram,
only with their consent, and I cannot make any person feel any
differently about any other person than he currently feels."
 
        "What's the use of that," Mike protested. "I certainly don't
want to be a woman, and ... you certainly don't?" he asked his friend.
        "Hey, it would make a great story," Ken admitted. "Men have
dressed up as women for articles before, but no one has ever really
changed. I mean, even men having a sex change operation can never
experience everything in life the way a natural woman does."
        "So you want to be a woman? Weird!"
        "Certainly not permanently," Ken said. "Can the changes be made
temporarily, demon?"
        "Yes. In fact, they must be for a fixed period of time
 ... either a week, three months, or a year. Only if, at the end of that
time should you decide to forego the change back does it become
permanent. And both of you must change, or neither. I cannot perform the
magic selectively."
        "Well I don't want to do it," Mike announced flatly.
 "Aw, come on," Ken urged. "If you don't I miss the chance for a great
story. You must have wondered what it feels like to be a woman. Who
knows, maybe living as one for a little while will help out your love
life. You certainly haven't been scoring with the babes lately. Think of
it as undercover work, finding out what really turns women on. You'll
never have trouble satisfying a woman after this." "A week as a woman
would be kind of interesting," Mike admitted. "I've always wondered what
boobs feel like from the inside. But what would happen to our jobs when
we don't show up for a week?"
        "Longer for me ... I think I'd need at least the three months to
get enough research for a good article ... maybe even a book," Ken said.
"Can we be changed for different lengths of time?"
        "You can," the demon said. "However, you must remember that the
time interval selected results in the level of physical beauty you
receive. One week would be spent in the body of an unattractive woman,
either ugly, grossly overweight, or both. The three month option would
be spent in the body of an average woman, neither ugly or exceptionally
attractive. But a change for a full year can be spent in a gorgeous
young woman ... the girl of your fantasies." The demon paused for a
moment, then blurted out "and, in response to the question of the other,
while you are gone, others will inhabit your bodies and they will act
much as you would. Co-workers will not notice a difference, and when you
return to your original bodies you will acquire memories of all they
said and did during that period. You will also remember your time as a
woman ... in effect having two parallel sets of memories."
        "What do you think Mike? Can we do it?" "No way I'm going to be
fat and ugly ... even just for a week. I want to be the gorgeous one,"
Mike replied. "Well, three months is fine for me," Ken said. Before
turning to the demon, he glanced at the paper and read the final
invocation. "Cast your spells and return to your underworld home."
        The demon turned and faced Mike for the first time. "All is done
as requested. However, I have added a little surprise for you for that
rude remark about my appearance when I first arrived." With that the
creature turned back into smoke and slowly disappeared. The paper in
Ken's hand vanished in a flash of flame. Mike turned to look at Ken,
then everything faded away. Mike regained consciousness slowly. He
realized that he was standing in front of a mirror, combing his hair. Or
her hair, for it was clear that Mike was now female. The face reflected
back from the mirror was that of a fashion model, crowned by a fabulous
wreath of ash blonde hair that no longer needed combing.
        She looked down and was astonished at the massive breasts that
projected from her chest. They were huge, the size of small melons, but
firm and showing very little sag. Below was a slim waist with only the
slightest hint of roundness in the belly. A pair of nylon briefs
stretched tightly across her hips left no doubt that her sex was female.
She reached down and rubbed the crotch, as though still able to feel a
penis.
        She looked about. She was in a dressing room, and a pile of
clothing was laid out at the side of the vanity. It included a very long
white dress, along with various other bits of clothing. On top was a
brassiere.
        She picked it up, marvelling at the massive cups. No girl she
had ever dated in the past had ever worn anything like this. Even her
overweight mother's bras hadn't been so huge. She noticed a tiny label
that read 34H for the size. 34H, she wondered. She hadn't realized that
there even was a size H. DDD was the biggest she had ever heard of. Her
Mom had been DD, and she had never dated a woman bigger than D. And the
boobs now on her chest looked a hell of a lot bigger than 34.
        Just then the door opened and a young woman entered, wearing a
pale yellow dress that swept the floor. "Uh, Mike," she asked softly.
        "Ken ... is that you?" "Yeah ... it worked Mike, it really
worked! We're women now," she came over and gave the other girl a hug.
        "Wow, you're taller than me now," Mike said. "You used to be
five inches shorter. Now I'm way shorter." "Get used to it," Ken said
kicking off the shoes she had been wearing. "I'm short ... about 5'4"
without these heels, judging by all the people out there. You're really
short." "What do you mean ... all those people out where," Mike asked.
"Aren't we alone."
        "No and it's killing me," Ken said. "I'm dying to see what my
new body looks like without this weird dress on. You're lucky. You
aren't dressed yet. You look gorgeous. And those breasts ... I'd have a
hard-on now, if I had anything left to get a hard on with."
        "Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss mine, too. Can you help me
with this thing," Mike handed her the bra. "I never did have much luck
with those things, and that one looks like it belongs on a battleship."
        "Well, these torpedoes fit inside nicely," Ken said as she
helped Mike slip the bra on, and then fastened the six hooks at the
back.
        "You didn't say what's happening out there," Mike noted, as Ken
continued helping her work through the pile of clothes. "Is it a party
or something? That's a fancy dress you have on." "Wait till you see the
one you are wearing," Ken said with a smile as Mike struggled into nylon
stockings for the first time. She reached over and held up the dress.
        "It looks like a ... a wedding dress," Mike said with a gulp of
fear. "That's right, honey," Ken giggled. "You're getting married."
        "Oh my god," Mike said in a whisper. "Who to? This must be the
trick the demon said he was going to play on me."
        "No, or at least it isn't all the trick. When I was out in the
hall I overheard some ladies gossiping. Apparently you are getting
married because you have to."
        "Because I have to?" Mike was confused for a second, then caught
on to the meaning of the word and looked down at his slightly rounded
belly.
        "That's right. Three months on," Ken said, with a smile. "You'll
be having a baby in six months. I wish I could still be here to see it
happen."
        "Be here ... oh, you're only a woman for three months. But I
have a whole year," she wailed. "I'm going to get married, and have a
baby, before I can change back."
        "'Fraid so chum. I wasn't out there long enough to hear who the
groom was though. They hustled me in here to help get you ready. I'm
your maid of honour, I guess. I did find out that we have different
names. You're Susan, and I'm Kara," Ken said. "Married ... pregnant,"
Mike repeated catatonically as she let Ken slip the wedding dress on her
and begin to fasten it. "I can't believe this is happening.
        "Are you ready yet?" Another girl, wearing a pale blue dress
similar to Ken's poked her head in the door.
        "Ready in a minute," Ken said, handing Mike a pair of white
shoes with four inch heels.
        "We have to stop this, Ken," Mike finally said when the girl had
left. "I can't get married and have a baby. Especially not to a man I
don't even know. And I can't wear shoes like this." "You can put off
wearing the shoes and you can put off getting married. But that isn't
going to stop you from being pregnant."
        "I could have an abortion," Mike said hopefully.
        "Could you?" Both Ken and Mike were opposed to abortions,
although not fanatical about it. Ken wondered whether the current
situation would change her friend's mind.
        "No, not really," Mike said. "Although I certainly can see why a
woman thinks that way. But I couldn't do it."
        "Well listen," Ken said. "I'll go out and at least find out who
the groom is. Maybe it is someone you know. Meanwhile, you practice
walking in those shoes. Look, they make you nearly
 as tall as me."
        Then Ken slipped on her yellow shoes and walked out of the room,
wobbling ever so slightly herself on her three inch heels. When she
returned, five minutes later, Mike was
 getting a degree of expertise at navigating in heels. She looked up to
notice a very pale face on her friend. "What's wrong," Mike stumbled
over to Ken and took her hands.
        "I met the groom. It was me."
        "What?"
        "You are marrying me ... the male me. And you ... the male Mike
        ... is best man," Ken said in a rush. "You know, it's still
strange to have to look up to talk to a man, and really weird when the
man you are talking to has your face ... or at least the face you have
been looking at in the mirror for years."
        "Wow," Mike gasped. "That is so weird. But ... in a way it's
better. I don't feel so bad about marrying you." "Except it isn't me ...
at least not for the next three months. It will be a stranger."
        "The demon said whoever is in the body now will act just like
you would, and you've been my friend for 20 years. I trust you ... and
anyone who will act like you. I was afraid the demon would have hooked
me up with a wife beater, or a criminal, or a lawyer, or something vile
like that."
        Ken smiled at Mike's little lawyer joke. "So you want to go
through with it?"
        "Yeah, why not. It's only for a year. And since you'll be back
in his body in three months you'll get a really good book chapter on
what I find childbirth feels like." "That's right," Ken said. "I will be
there for it after all." The wedding went by in a blur. Mike said her
vows at the church in front of friends she knew, sitting on the side of
the groom, and strange people that knew her sitting on the side of the
bride.
        She kissed a man for the first time in her life, and found that
it wasn't as bad as she had imagined. It was hard to refuse a man when
his eyes showed as much love as Ken's (the male version) did. Not to
mention the pressure of 300 people sitting behind waiting for you to do
it. In the end her momentary hesitation just heightened a beautiful
moment.
        She signed the register, remembering at the last minute to sign
Susan Angela Martin, the name the minister had called her. She was
surprised to see that her signature was much different than she would
have expected ... more feminine and flowing. KaraKen surprised he by
quickly signing as witness. She must have somehow discovered what her
last name was.
        Then there were the photos, with Mike standing next to parents
and siblings she didn't know. Feminine emotions seemed to take over
though, and she cried in all the right places, which seemed to be every
few moments.
        The reception and dinner followed. She danced with her new
husband, but the weirdest part was dancing with the best man. She found
herself dancing with her own former and future body. Mike (he) had
deliberately picked a slow dance, and ground his body as closely into
Mike's (she) massive bosom. She smiled at the thought, knowing it was
exactly the kind of thing she would do, and accommodated by pressing
back as they danced to give him thrill.
        It was strange not leading in the dances, and stranger still to
be dancing with someone so much taller. Her head didn't even reach his
shoulder. She had been 6'2". Now, even with four inch heels, she was
close to a foot shorter than he was. Some of the children at the party
were closer to her height than she was to most of the adults.
        Luckily Ken (he) wasn't so tall. At 5'9" her head nestled nicely
under his chin. And Ken (she) looked better dancing with Mike (he) than
she had. They weren't dating, but were both good friends and had come to
the wedding as a couple. When Ken (she) and Mike (he) caught the bride's
bouquet and garter respectively, much was said about what a fine couple
they would make, only partly in jest.
        Soon it was time to go, and Mike soon found herself in a very
sticky situation. She was alone in a honeymoon suite with someone who
looked just like her best friend, but wasn't really. She was thankful
that Ken wasn't a pushy person. He sensed her timidity, and took things
very slowly, even though they were not newcomers at this. (Mike was
pregnant, after all).
        It wasn't until after they had finished the complimentary bottle
of champaign that he even made an attempt to unclip Mike's dress. Mike
had downed several drinks at the reception, wine at the meal, and now
the champaign, and it was fairly clear to her that she was now
completely drunk.
         She considered refusing to allow Ken to undress her, perhaps to
even slap him across the face for attempting to rush things along. Then
she could run to the bathroom crying ... crying was
 such a handy tool to a woman ... and then he would feel so ashamed he
wouldn't touch her for the rest of the night. But by the time she had
all that worked out in her mind, she realized that she was completely
naked, and so was Ken. How had that happened, she wondered through her
alcoholic haze. Then he put his hand on one of her massive breasts. She
wanted to push it away, and then she didn't. It felt so gooood there. It
was as though there was a nerve directly from her nipple to her groin
and lights were flashing and sirens whistling all the way along it. She
laid back in the bed and let nature take its course.
        It was the next morning that she felt the full force of the
female orgasm. That night she had been so drunk, but in the morning she
hadn't even the slightest hangover, and apparently Ken didn't either.
She discovered multiple orgasms, and they were incredible, especially
since even a single orgasm was far better than a male one. And she was
surprised that she found herself comfortable making love to a man,
especially since that man was Ken. She knew it would have been harder,
perhaps impossible, with someone she hadn't known and loved (in a
different way) for so many years. She was even able, on the last day of
the honeymoon, to perform oral sex on him.
        She loved the female power she had over him. Ken was a gentle,
somewhat passive man, and Mike took advantage of him in little ways. She
liked being able to stroke a particular spot on his inner thigh while
they were swimming, and then laughing as he refused to come out of the
pool until his erection subsided. She compensated an hour later in the
motel room, duplicating the trick, but allowing him the easier way to
release the erection.
Part two of my story, The Wedding
A week later they were back from their trip. Ken started his freelance 
reporting with an overnight assignment, and she had to go to work again. 
She was a receptionist at large law firm. She quickly realized that she 
had been hired for her rather impressive body, and not her brains, and 
no one seemed to think it odd that the stacked bimbo at the front had to 
be completely retrained on the switchboard after two weeks vacation. 
That night she learned that Kara-Ken hadn't made out as well. She 
apparently had a job as a bank teller, and found that without any 
experience and training she had been completely helpless, finally 
quitting near the end of the first day. Luckily she had excellent typing 
and research skills from her male days as a journalist, and was able to 
latch on to a secretarial job a few days later. 
	"You know what is weird," she told Susan-Mike that first night. 
"On the night of your wedding Mike ... the other one ... and I kinda got 
drunk, and ... well ... did it." 
	"You didn't!" 
	"Sure did. We decided that you two shouldn't be having all the 
fun. And I wanted to experience sex as a woman, so ... well, the thing 
is we are still seeing each other." "That's great ... I mean, everyone 
at the reception was saying what a great couple you made." 
	"Yeah but ... I need to ask your permission." 
	"My permission ... what for ... I'm not your father!" "You don't 
understand. In a year ... a bit less, actually ... you'll be going back 
into that body. And I'll have left this one months before, so you'll 
basically be dating the me you see now. I just want to know if that's 
okay with you. I mean, I can break up with him now and it will be a lot 
easier than it will be for you to break up with her in a year. A year 
makes it pretty serious, you know, and for the last nine months of that 
time we won't have any control over things. She might be living with him 
by then ... heck they could even be married and he could have her 
pregnant by then. I don't want to leave you with a paternity suit. 
	Mike thought a bit. "I don't know. Look at the alternatives. You 
split up, and he goes on the rebound and picks up someone else. Maybe 
someone really sleazy. Neither of us would have any control over that 
situation either. And heck, you look pretty attractive. I think I could 
deal with living with you as a girl friend ... maybe even as a wife." 
	"God, this sounds so weird. I'm a woman, being proposed to by 
another woman that wants to be my husband. Anyway, if you want to see 
what the package looks like ..." 
	With that she started taking her clothes off. For a moment Mike 
was about to stop her, and then backed off. After all, women see each 
other naked all the time, she thought. In a few seconds Ken was 
completely nude. 
	She was 5'4" tall, a full five inches taller than Mike, with a 
far less voluptuous figure. She had firm C cup breasts riding high on a 
rather muscular physique. Apparently Ken (she) lifted weights, and 
seemed to be in better shape than Ken (he) was. Playfully Mike acted 
like a slave buyer, feeling the muscle tone on the supple, smooth body, 
and finally cupping a hand over Ken's breast. Ken retaliated at that 
point by slipping a hand up under Mike's sweater and cupping her massive 
breast. The nipple-groin connection fired off on all cylinders, and Mike 
moaned with delight. 
	That was enough for Ken, who swept the smaller woman up off her 
feet and carried her into the bedroom, where she disrobed her and the 
two explored each other's bodies for over an hour. "You know, that was 
nice," Mike said later, "but I enjoy it even more with the other Ken." 
	"I know what you mean," Ken said. "Me too, although I'm sure I'm 
going to enjoy playing with those big boobs even more when I'm back in 
my male body." 
	"That's right," Mike said. "In almost three months you'll be the 
guy with the big dick doing me every night." 
	"Maybe not every night," Ken said. "After all, you're going to 
be six months pregnant by then." 
	"Oh yeah. Hey, do you think this is all going to make us gay. 
Bi's or something. I mean, I really get turned on by making love to guys 
now ... at least to the other Ken; I've never thought about any other 
guy. We've been friends for a long time ... but I never thought we'd be 
that kind of friend after this is all over." 
	"I don't think we will," Ken said. "I mean, I think we enjoy 
making sex with men now because it isn't homosexual. It's natural. We 
were able to do what we just did because we weren't brought up as women, 
and don't have the same taboos that others have. Even then I still felt 
a bit strange making love to another person of the same sex." 
	"Yeah, I don't think I would get off with making love to the 
other Ken if I was in a man's body. It's the way that he gets turned on 
looking at me, and what happens when he touches my breasts that really 
fires me up." 
	"Exactly. I bet if we had been gay men before, we would be gay 
women now ... getting turned on only by other women. It's something 
completely separate from the body ... a part of the mind." 
	"Neat," Mike said. "You want to spend the night. Ken ... my Ken 
... isn't coming home tonight." 
	"Can't. I've got a date with Mike ... my Mike," she said with a 
grin. "We're going out to a club. You can come along if you want ... as 
long as you know when to get lost ... if you know what I mean. Unless 
you want to experiment with the threesome. I know my Mike has the hots 
for your body ... he'd jump at the chance. 
	Mike shuddered. "No way. No wonder he has the hots for me ... 
I'm his fantasy woman. It's just that the demon's curse made his fantasy 
woman into his best friend's wife. But I can't imagine making love to my 
old body. It was hard enough just having to slow dance with him. 
Anything more is just too weird for me. And don't you go trying to set 
something up with my Ken either. He's all mine." 
	"A bit jealous, aren't we," Ken laughed. "Don't worry. Besides, 
in a few months I'll be that Ken. It's nice to know my wife-to-be feels 
that way. I promise not to set up anything stranger than all this 
already is." 
	"Good. After all, do you realize that you just suggested that 
your future-wife could cheat on you with your best friend." Ken had to 
stop for a moment and work it out. "You're right. Let's leave that 
alone. So what are we going to wear tonight? This might be the last time 
you go out in public without maternity stuff. You are going to start to 
show pretty soon." She ran her had over the slight rounding of Mike's 
belly. Life settled into a pattern over the next three months. Ken (she) 
and Mike (she) were inseparable pals, and they often dated with the men. 
Midway through the three months, when Mike was just shy of five months 
pregnancy, she first felt the baby kick. It was the female Ken that was 
first able to feel it, with the less sensitive male hands of Mike's 
husband not able to feel the slight movements for several more days. At 
the end of those three months Ken rolled over in the morning and 
announced that he was back. It took her several minutes to realize what 
he was talking about, and then it hit her. Kara-Ken was no more. She was 
simply Kara, and the Ken that she had slept with was also gone. It was 
nearly the same as two of her closest friends dying, and Ken was unable 
to understand why Mike wasn't as happy with the change as he was. But 
over the next few days Mike picked up considerably. She found that Ken 
was pretty much the same guy as before, except he now had the memories 
of the time he was Kara. And she was surprised to find that then new 
Kara was only slightly less important as a girl friend. She found she 
needed someone other than Ken to talk to at times, and Kara was always 
willing to listen. And Kara had memories of most of the past three 
months ... for instance she remembered the night she and Mike had made 
love, but not all the strange talk that followed it. During the 
following three months there were many times that Kara was there for 
Mike during the rough spots of her pregnancy. She commiserated when 
Mike's breasts swelled to J cups from their original H. Ken had thought 
it was rather neat. She helped Mike buy maternity clothes that looked 
attractive on her increasing girth, which was only slightly less 
unnatural feeling when Mike learned that she was carrying twins. And she 
went to the prenatal classes right along with Ken, as a secondary coach. 
When the time came, both of them were in the delivery room with Mike. 
Kara calmed her down as Ken got wrapped up in the miracle that was 
taking place. Of course, he was the only other one in the room that knew 
how special this birth was ... the first time a man would ever give 
birth to a child ... and he had a hard time not interviewing Mike as it 
happened. 
	The babies were born after nine hours of labour, via a natural 
childbirth (with epidermals). They were twin girls, born four minutes 
apart. Mike was completely exhausted by the ordeal, but when her 
daughters were first brought into her and placed on her enormous 
breasts, and suckled their first mother's milk, a strange, contented 
smile appeared on her face. It was as though she knew something then 
that she wouldn't tell the others. After the birth everything went well. 
Kara moved in with them, insisting that she was going to be a part time 
nurse to the children when she wasn't working. She also announced that 
she was marrying her Mike in three months, and asked Susan to be her 
maid of honour. Susan-Mike agreed, and was thrilled with the decision, 
although Ken seemed a little taken aback. They talked about it in bed 
that night. 
	"You seemed so pleased when Kara said she was marrying the other 
Mike," Ken said. 
	"I am," she said. 
	"But he'll be marrying her ... like, days before you switch 
back." 
	"I'm not going to switch back." 
	"What?" 
	"I've decided not to switch back," she said. "I've got too much 
to lose here, and not enough reasons to change. There are the kids. I 
love them incredibly, and even if I was father to Kara's kids, I know it 
wouldn't be the same. I felt those two growing inside me. I felt them 
being born, and suckling on my breasts. I can't imagine anything to 
compare to that as a man." "Yeah, I guess not. It make's me kinda wish I 
had chosen to spend a year as a woman so I could have experienced it." 
	"Don't be silly," she giggled. "If you had experienced it, you'd 
do the same as me, and have stayed female. And you're the other reason 
I'm staying. I don't want to lose you. We were best friends for 20 
years, but the past year as your wife, especially the months since you 
changed back have brought our relationship miles ahead of what it could 
ever have been. They say the best marriage is when a couple can be 
lovers and best friends. Well, we are pretty good as lovers, and we have 
a far longer track record as best friends than any other couple in 
history." 
	"So Mike is ..." 
	"Mike. I'm Susan now. Try not to call me Mike anymore. I used to 
like it, but since the kids were born, I feel like Susan and Mike ... 
well, Mike is my best girlfriend's fiancee." 
	"You are sure about this? You have over two months to make up 
your mind." 
	"I can't imagine what it would be like to switch now. Someone 
else would be mother to my kids. Someone else would be sleeping with my 
husband. I'd only be their unrelated uncle and his best friend. It isn't 
enough. Heck, I'd even have to go back to that job as a courier. I'm not 
as smart as you, or Kara. Mike isn't either. But with this body I can 
hold down a good paying job. Mike can't. If he doesn't marry Kara he's 
stupid. She's been with her new company for less than a year and they 
already promoted her from secretary to office manager. Mike and I are 
going to have to be content with being the secondary wage-earner in our 
families, and that's a lot easier to take for a woman than it is for a 
man." 
	"Great, Mike ... I mean, Susan. I hope you feel the same way 
when the change time comes," Ken said. "I've been worried about what 
would happen when the change came. I don't want to lose you either, even 
though someone else would be taking your place. I understand now why you 
were so upset when I stopped being Kara. The new Kara is still close to 
you, but it isn't the same as when I was Kara." 
	"And you went from being my girlfriend to my husband. I'd be 
going from being your wife to being your buddy. Not exactly the same 
kind of jump. Why are you laughing?" 
	"I just remembered that night when we conjured up the demon. You 
were the one that didn't want to try being a woman, and I had to talk 
you into it. Now you want to stay female. I just think it's funny." She 
started to laugh as well. "You're right. I wonder if this is what the 
demon had in mind with his little prank? I certainly don't feel as upset 
with him as I did the day I found out about it." They lived together in 
comfort from that day on. Susan found she enjoyed being a mother, and 
got pregnant four more times over the next 17 years, giving birth to 
another six children (triplets once). She quit her job after the third 
childbirth to become a full time mother. Ken was able to afford his 
family of eight children, since he found he was able to make a 
substantial income as a fantasy novelist. 
	The only other point of interest with the family came when the 
eldest twins began to talk. Two little girls were inseparable friends, 
without the sibling rivalry that could have occurred. What was really 
usual was that from the age they learned to talk they insisted in 
calling each other Mike and Ken, instead of their real names. 
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