Millie threw on a fluffy bathrobe and went to the door. She saw a pretty young African-American lady who she recognized as Mrs. Carter, an elderly widow who lived on the next floor down. Milton had taken out the trash and done other things for Mrs. Carter, who had a bad back. But Millie and Juliana had been too busy to hear that the Great Change had spread to born women, so she was puzzled.
"I'm sorry to interrupt" said Mrs. Carter, but I just had to show somebody" She twirled. "No more bad back! And you look so nice with your change, dear. I'm sure you're going to make a wonderful girl."
"Uh, so now things are happening to born-women too?" Millie asked. "You look very nice yourself."
Juliana, draped in a couple of strategically placed towels, came to the door. "Mrs. Carter, this is my friend Juliana Quesada. Juliana, this is my neighbor Mrs. Carter. It looks like the same thing that happened to us is happening to born-women now."
Mrs. Carter's eyelids went up. "Oh, were you two young ladies enjoying yourselves? I'm so sorry to interrupt. It's just that I had to show somebody." She turned away. The fact that the poor lonely man who lived above her had finally found someone was the cherry on top of a perfect moment.
"That's perfectly all right, Mrs. Carter" said Millie. "I'm happy for you. We'll talk tomorrow, OK?"
She shut the door, and Juliana let the towels fall to the floor. "Now, where were we?" she asked.
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Kira, the former Cyril, looked into her closet at home. Wow, she thought, I do own a lot of leather. She picked up a leather covered paddle hanging from a hook and gave it an experimental slap against her thigh. She could hardly wait for the next time Manny earned a spanking.
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Kayla, the former Kyle, loved the feeling of being young again. The joy of a healthy, flexible body actually outweighed the gender change. Although she didn't mind being female after a hundred years in a male body. It was a new experience, and she had always loved new experiences. It was ironic to think that after all the changes she had witnessed over nearly a hundred years, by far the greatest had happened in less than a day.
But she couldn't be happy. Not with the burden of guilt over the fact that Martha was still old. There was nothing he had done that made him deserve youth and health and her not. And the prospect of decades of health and strength meant much less when they were decades without her.
And the shock seemed to be pushing Martha closer to the grave. Kayla determined to spend as much time with her as she could in her last days. Even with the resentment that Martha felt, she still drew strength from the presence of the person she loved.
Kayla was holding Martha's thin, bony hand when she felt it put on flesh. The change spread to Martha's arms, which tightened. The hair on her head changed from a skimpy white to a red as thick and lustrous as Kayla's own black. Her shrunken, droopy breasts once again rode proudly and firmly on her chest. Oh wow, it's happening to her too, Kayla thought.
The healthy, beautiful young woman lying on the bed turned to her spouse and said, in the mock-angry, flirtatious tone that Kayla had always loved "Get that sweet ass of yours in bed right now. Time to start the next hundred years."
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Sarah was Alan's former girlfriend who was now a friend with benefits, and Allison hadn't given a thought to how their relationship would be affected by the Change. It would be a difficult conversation, but it would have to take place later, because just as she was getting ready to answer she got a text message from Logan, a single word.
GOODBYE
Afterwards, she could never remember how she had gotten her keys and gotten to her car. Her next memory was pulling into Logan's driveway.
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Aziz stared at her smartphone. This had happened everywhere, to everybody? The King, the Salafi preachers, the religious police, everybody? Everybody was a girl now? Everybody was queer now?
She knew that this was the kind of idea that could get you into trouble, but Aziz had always suspected that Allah had a sense of humor.