Amanda had only taken a dozen steps when she changed her mind and turned back. The pregnant woman was gingerly pulling up her panties and black leggings. Aside from her large abdomen she was a perfect specimen of femininity, on the shorter side (Roger had been 6’4!) with wide hips and a generous bosom.
“What’s your name” Amanda asked her.
“You know me. We dated before I turned straight.”
“Did we? Tell me anyway.”
“Rosalinda” she answered meekly.
“And you’ve always been Rosalinda?”
“No. Only most of me. There’s a tiny bit of me that’s a man named Roger and he’s really mad at you!”
“Oh!” Amanda gasped. This was interesting. “Like a split personality?”
“No. More like a small part of me that has different memories and different moods. Hes me but just one part. It’s hard to explain. He’s angry at you but he’s confused. And he’s really grossed out when I think about Terrance.”
“Who’s Terrance?”
“My husband.”
“Let’s get you back to him.” Amanda took her hand and led her back to the street. Her mind was racing. Was there a little part of the professor that was still male? And a little part of Jamie that was still James? Is that why Jamie’s initial disgust had turned to lust? This whole situation was getting more interesting.