I tell him I'll have to call him back and I hang up. Sitting down, I wonder what the proper thing to do. Should I become his husband or have him become my sister, also pregnant.
Getting back up, unable to come to a decision, I wander into the kitchen to find something to eat. I think about the idea of becoming my unborn child's daughter and something, a mothering instinct, doesn't really like that idea. "What to do, what to do?" I wondered out loud as I ate a snack of pickles, anchovies and peanut butter.
Finishing my snack I head for the bedroom and begin looking through the clothes I'd boxed up. Pulling the packaging tape of one, I looked through it. "If I offered him this, then my daughter would have a father." I thought out loud.
Closing the box, I decide to go for a walk, hoping an answer would come to me. An hour later, I was back at home and still with no answer. Sitting down to dinner, I finished, did the dishes and sat down to watch some telly. Afterward, I took a long hot shower and climbed into a pair of footed pajamas and then into bed.
Lying in the darkness, I went over the situation and the possible answers. The longer I stayed like this, the more my maternal instincts grew and the more I found myself wanting to stay as a woman, expecting a child. Drifting off to sleep, I silently repeated the options over and over.
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I awoke at eight a.m. Getting up, I began to get ready for the day and the next time I would speak with Mr. McTaber, for I had now an answer.
Pulling on a white turtle neck, a flowing skirt, a pair of pink underwear and a pair of bobby socks, I brushed my hair and walked to the kitchen and prepared myself breakfast. Thinking how sore and tender my breast were, I pulled down a bowel, pulled out the cereal and got a spoon. Next was the toaster and a bagel, heavy on the cream cheese. Along with this was a glass of apple juice and small cup of orange juice.
Afterward I dumped the dishes into the sink, figuring I'd do them later. Walking over to the phone, I dialed the number to talk to Mr. McTaber.
The phone had only rung once on my end before Mr. McTaber was on the other end. Taking a deep breath, I said into the receiver, "Mr. McTaber. Can you please come to my house. I think I've come up with a way to make us all happy."
"I'll be over in a half hour," he said smartly into the phone.
Hanging the phone up, I waited what seemed to me the longest half hour in my life. When the knock came, I practically leaped across the room and wrenched open the door. Greeting the elderly man, I invited him and asked if I could get anything for him.
Waving me off, he entered and went to the couch. Looking at me he asked, "What have you decided?"
Walking from the room, I returned with one of the boxes of my old clothes. Setting it down on the floor I explain, "I suggest that you become my former self and I become your wife. You'll get a chance to relive your life and I get a father for my, possibly our, unborn child."
Steeping his fingers, he looks at me carefully and says, "You're sure this is what you want?"
Nodding I tell him that this is what I feel is the best decision. Standing, he then smiles at me and says, "Then it's settled. I'll become your husband, your former male self and the father of your daughter. But first I must take care of some paperwork so that you and I will have my estate and fortune to live on and be able to raise our daughter together."
With this said, he waves to his chauffeur, whom I had not noticed come in, and excuses himself into the kitchen. After a bit he returns and says to me, "It's all been taken care of. Don't worry, one of my lawyers is a member of the Order of Zulo, so it really was no problem."
Looking at him with an incredulous look I gasped, "You knew all along?"
Nodding he said in a fatherly tone, "Yes I did. I do background checks on all people I hire. Why do you think I was so easily convinced and willing to except what you said? Because I've heard of Zulo before, just chose not to put any stock in it. Chalked it up to sheer poppycock. Now I see differently."
Grinning at this, I nodded as this seemed like the best answer. Going to were I kept the Amulet of Zulo, I pulled it out and handed it too him.
Taking it, he walked over to the box of my old clothes and touched it to a shirt of mine and then to his skin. The affect was instantaneous as he changed to a younger man, becoming an exact duplicate of my former male self. Rushing to him, I threw my arms around him and breathed in his scent. I realized suddenly that I desperately wanted to make love to him. Pulling him gently to the bedroom, kissing him all the way, not caring how sore my breast were, I pulled my clothes off as he pulled his off and lying down on the bed we made love to each other.