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If it really felt this good to be female, well, I would be quite happy to do this over and over again- but, then, I wasn't considering that I would have to deliver a baby- and it'd all be my own labor.

So the day proceeded. Denise picked us up at school (and I did notice that the history teacher, Denise, saw us, which coincidence surprised me) and we piled into "my" car. We all went down to the local city offices to apply for a marriage license and later went to my regular doctor for the blood tests.

Thursday I got held after class by Pam Wilson and questioned about "me".

I don't know, but she kept looking at me oddly as I told her about "Dennis" and meeting him and dating and even getting serious.

It wasn't until I walked away that I realized I'd talked like my old self (rhythm, word choice, accents) and I froze suddenly realizing I was walking like a man. I relaxed and the bond allowed me to walk more like a woman.

Saturday we married in a small civil ceremony. We spent all of Sunday fucking each other's brains out to make up for the time we had to "behave".

I was far too comfortable in this body of a woman.

The next week I went through the graduation ceremony's rehearsals and then we had the real thing on Friday morning.

No, it wasn't any more fun than doing it the first time.

Denise was there for me to hug and kiss; We were still cuddled when Pam Wilson walked up, with, "Funny to see you here, Dennis. I'm surprised you decided to go cradle robbing. Can't handle the real thing?"

If I'd been me this would have hurt a lot, but standing to one side as a witness to her trying to hurt "me" and not getting a rise out of my old body was odd. I could feel our minds almost fuse as I rode with Denise in talking to her. Denise knew enough from me (and her own observations) to hit back, with "Well, you certainly were uninterested at the time. I couldn't figure out if it was me or that none of us boys were what you wanted. Which is good since it left me free for Denise, here."

I was being hugged and so I hugged back my beloved, our souls so close to each other.

Pam Wilson looked odd, and got an odder look in her eyes when this girl I was said "Oh, I didn't know you really preferred girls..."

She fled, quietly and unobtrusively. Denise and I gazed into each other's eyes and smiled at each other. While it wasn't much of a challenge we now knew we could come together as a team (though we'd already learned we had no problem cumming together, too).

It took me three weeks to find a job, and it was as an assembler for a small company building barcode scanners. I'd had experience building electronics before and proved my competence though I was especially careful to avoid the fumes from the solder. I was also concerned that I would be getting morning sickness soon.

Mind numbing work you say? Yes, it was. But I was able to get visibility by being one of the few people with a minimal failure rate for a "newbie" and, despite the sweatshop atmosphere, I was not completely uncomfortable.

I still continued looking at other jobs.

And then one dropped right in my lap, as a PC support person for "Desk-Side Support" in a large company. OK, so I hate Windows, at least I'd be employed in a position where I could work my way up.

My first few days they treated me like a complete neophyte and any time I spoke up on something, like when I'd look over one fellow's shoulder while he was doing P/D (short for "Problem Determination", something seldom performed on a Windows box) on a worker's laptop, I'd be dissed almost immediately. I think some of the older fellows (sheesh, they were my *real* age!) got resentful when I was proven right.

Of course I had some of my various Linux distros around to help me analyze, backup and virginize a system when it was called for. I was the only penguin in the group but didn't it since I'd gotten an A+ in Denise's name but not an MCSE (who wants to admit to being a Minesweeper Consultant and Solitaire Expert).

In my original body I'd acquired something of a rep for being able to build up systems from various spares kits. It wasn't long that this feminine form was being seen helping the local server guys with their deployments.

I got through the probation period and was firmly in place before I "popped" and my pregnancy started to become visible to others (though few recognized it as a baby instead of fat).

Now I'd been looked over by enough leches and had gotten pretty good at ignoring them and company policy would have launched any man who'd've touched me. It was one of the leches that recognized the pregnancy for what it was and mentioned it to me. Being my boss, I didn't enjoy the questions, but I weathered them with honest responses.

Glory be, there were no changes in my assignments, I was still moving PCs, cabling, crawling under desks to get at the network and power connections and all. My activity levels were pretty aggressive for someone carrying a passenger.

But I got my biggest surprise while working under a desk to cable up a tower-style PC on the floor, I felt something odd deep in my guts and grunted in surprise.

"Are you all right down there, Miss Collins?" I think my customer just now was anxious to have a pregnant tech dealing with his computer, so he was worried that I'd hurt myself.

I felt it again. This time I knew what it had to be. The baby must be moving around in there. I told him I was OK, I'd be up in a moment.

True to my word, I finished, got up, and sat on his chair as his system was booting. As I sat there I felt it again, a kind of fluttering. It was almost exciting.

Walter Wallace (his parents must've been weird to give him a name like that) was a retired doctor who'd gone back into research; He was sensitive to me given how confused I must've looked. I was staring at the bulge in my abdomen and placed my hands on it, staring down. I felt the motion again, both with my insides as well as my hands.

"Miss Collins, may I?" he asked gently. I looked up and nodded to him. He placed his hand on my belly and the baby obliged him by moving again.

He chuckled. "First baby, eh?" He patted my bulge and backed to the other chair. "I take it that this is the first motion, right?"

I nodded.

"I understand. It must feel very different. Please, wait here," he got up and stepped out of his office. He came back with an older woman, one of my other customers, Lois Ride, another former MD. She sat down next to me as Walter stepped away, closing the door.

"Girl, you have that deer in the headlights look on you. Let me feel, OK?"

"Uh, OK. It took me by surprise."

This woman nodded. "I would certainly hope so for a girl your age. Let's see if this little one will dance for me..."

She'd closed the blinds and had me pull my top up enough to give her direct access to the skin of my belly, and she started to run her hands over the area, pressing in odd places, with a look of concentration on her face.

She finally sat back and nodded to me, so I covered my belly again.

"Denise, it's good to know my experience as an OB/GYN isn't all stale. You're doing fine, the baby is in wonderful shape. I'd almost be tempted to try out some of our test gear, you know, the ultrasound unit, to take a look but that'd be frowned on around here."

I nodded, actually feeling relieved. My regular OB/GYN hadn't been as forthcoming with information, nor had he been anywhere near as detailed as Lois' quick hands-on. Part of me preferred her as a gynecologist. I thanked her and then hugged her.

"Denise, you've got all of us here rooting for you. If you need anything, and I mean anything, you talk to us. We'll explain anything you're unsure of and try to help you through any problems. And, if you can, stop by my office on occasion? I'd like watch as my ersatz grand- daughter grows."

We hugged each other for a bit before we disengaged and went back to work making sure Walters PC was ready. I even looked over his Unix-based number-cruncher with some avarice as Lois headed back to her desk.

Before leaving these labs I stopped by with Lois and made sure to hug her again and thanked her for the reassurance. Walter got a hug too for his consideration.

Joan and Denise were thrilled to hear about this when I got home. While Denise had never been pregnant before, Joan never got a chance to feel it from the inside. Billie and Bobbie were quite intent to feel their niece's motion.

Denise and I were still fucking each other's brains out though the pregnancy was making the process more and more gradual.

We were there when Allen and Alice brought their baby daughter home and I realized I had less than two weeks left.

Denise and I attended Lamaze classes and I worried over whether avoiding an epidural was a good idea. Allen told me, though, "I don't know why, but it sure seemed like it didn't hurt much. I didn't even have any drugs so I don't know. Not only do we enjoy sex so much, but it seems to not be much of a problem having a baby, either. Heck, I think maybe that's so we'll stay and make more babies. I won't run away."

He also adapted well to nursing. I knew my time was getting close so I checked in with the clinic on campus to make sure that they could handle things if I had an emergency.

The last week before the baby was actually born wasn't much different than before. My bladder had almost no storage capacity, I waddled a bit though I was still moving well enough to continue my work (though I was spending more time at a desk putting on builds) and I did keep up with Lois when I had all the little bouts of false labor.

The squeezing of these labor pains was not what I'd ever call comfortable. I mean that. But I compared notes with one of the technicians working in Lois' area about this and was told that they must be pretty mild if I could still walk.

I gave birth to my daughter on a Thursday. I'd been up to check in with Lois and was sitting with a cup of tea when my water broke. I was rushed, with three former MDs escorting me, to the on-campus clinic where my labor was fast and the contractions were coming less than a minute apart. This got the doctor in the clinic alarmed and I soon had four MDs getting me up on the exam table and my feet in stirrups (my clothes being quickly removed previously) and a gasp from Lois of "She fully dilated! The baby is crowning already!"

Three minutes later I had a baby lying on top of me and she latched onto a nipple right away. The regular clinic doctor was taking care of the afterbirth and other concerns and I had three former MDs cooing over my baby.

Lois had her cell-phone and called my husband; I was going to be brought to the hospital we expected to go to by ambulance and Denise would meet me there.

The ambulance crew took me, the baby and Lois forced her way onto the rig to stay with me. In the back of the ambulance I finally told her, "What's the big deal about having a baby? I swear, I could've squatted behind a bush..."

Lois looks surprisingly good when she laughs. She was still snickering when we got to the hospital. When we finally got together with Denise, Lois was still by my side and Denise gave her a hug, thanking her for being there for me.

My daughter was evaluated, Lois gave the apgar scores (10/10) and had the paperwork from the clinic ready, so the baby's pedigree was easily confirmed and we both got banded as mother/daughter.

Quickly placed on the maternity unit for further observation I got the baby back (we'd opted for rooming in and a 7 pound 3 ounce girl was not a too healthy to qualify for the isolation nursery).

Denise had called her mom, who came in and greeted Lois enthusiastically, letting her know that she was only too happy to "share a grand-daughter".

My real parents (my in-laws in this body) had looked at "me" with suspicion before but had finally warmed to us; The actually drove down from the city to see me and the baby and it sure looked like my "tough as steel" mom was melting while my dad looked proud holding his youngest grand-daughter.

So the baby was named for Joan's dead husband (albeit indirectly) and Johanna Leona Collins was named.

This little girls, so adorable, seemed to have a Type A personality, looking so serious as she sucked milk from my breasts. The suction was serious.

I had the knowledge that I'd be a man again once the baby was weaned and I started to look forward to it. We also discussed things and I told Billie and Bobbi that I didn't want to have to attend high-school again, so I wanted to put off any activation. Joan considered this as well and thought it best to not mess with things right away.

Johanna slept wonderfully through the night within three weeks of coming home. She was a perfect baby, no trouble to feed, wash, play with, cuddle, talk to.

Denise was ecstatic over the baby, you'd think she was a father. Joan showed her pleasure as well. Allen brought his daughter over and the babies slept together. Alice had found a job but it was pretty limited so we worked out an arrangement so that Allen would care for both babies during the day. Within 6 weeks I was back to work.

With the reduced load on my breasts, my milk quantity dropped off.

And once they stopped completely (Allan having taken on the role of wet nurse) I woke up with a dick.

When I woke up my first thought was, "What do I do now?"