It was a paradox, Jack often thought, that only after abandoning his own (her own? Pronouns were a bit of a problem.) female body that he had acquired an enthusiasm for women's bodies in general, their graceful curves, tantalizing crevices and fragrant mysteries. This enthusiasm had little to do with the idea of "beauty." Mrs. Martinelli, currently approaching her fifth orgasm of the morning, was an overweight forty-seven year old housewife with stretch marks and sagging breasts, but her undoubted femaleness made her just as attractive to him as the twenty-two year old cocktail waitress he had managed to squeeze in a quickie with on break last night.
"Oh, oh, oh." Mrs. Martinelli cried out as they climaxed together.
Jack collapsed. "Sorry sweetheart, I'm about done." he said and kissed his current partner on her sweat-glazed forehead.
"That's OK." Mrs. Martinelli gasped. "Three times! You rest now--you've earned it."
A few minutes later Mrs. Martinelli was disengaging herself from the sleeping Jack. She smiled at him. Maybe there was something she could do to help him out a little, she thought as she got dressed. A single man just living with his frankly rather scary daughter, probably had some housekeeping issues. Maybe wash the dishes? She went through the house to gather up the dirty ones, and noticed a computer in one of the rooms. She thought she could quickly check her webmail, see if her married daughter had sent her anything.
"Chronivac? What's that?" she muttered.
Apparently it was something about using the computer to make changes in the human body. She was startled as an icon of herself appeared on the screen, and a dialog box asked what changes she wanted to make. "This can't be real." OK, see what happens. She asked the program to remove a mole from the back of her right hand.
It was gone. Mrs. Martinelli suppressed a scream.
A moment later she had calmed herself. The program actually did work. This presented some possibilities.