Stephen sat upright in bed with a start. The last thing he remembered was passing out. Had it all been a dream? The maid, the baby?
He turned, almost ready to tell Amanda what a nightmare he'd had when he saw who was sleeping next to him. It was Michelle...the maid. But, Michelle had looked pretty much like a boy in a dress. The naked form next to him had the same face...but...everything else was different.
The facial features had turned delicate and soft, the hair long, and large breasts hung over a pregnant belly, which was supported by shapely legs that looked very familiar. Michelle had gone from looking like a cross-dresser to a twenty year old knockout.
He shook her awake. He couldn't think of her as a man anymore...there was no doubt as to her gender. Why had there been before?
She stirred, looking him in the eyes. "Is it morning, Stephen?" she asked, stretching comfortably.
He hadn't told her his name.
Down in the lab, Professor Moriarty cackled evilly. He'd turned Michelle into a full fledged woman, with the same flirty personality, but now with Amanda's intimate knowledge of Stephen. He wondered how long Stephen could resist a flirty young Frenchwoman who now knew more about him than he did himself. Or would his desire to find his family outweigh that?
He looked down at the prone forms of Amanda, Kristin, and Joseph. Perhaps he'd better make them a bit harder to find.
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