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The Farmer's Daughter 2
by Olivia Evans
?Olivia Evans, 1998

This story actually takes place prior to The Farmer's Daughter 1
 
 
 

Robin James Peterson was sitting proud in the enclosed cab of his parent's
New Holland tractor. He had just completed another pass through the field
and it was perfect. He knew takes skill to plow a furrow as straight as the one
he had just completed. His father, George, had told him that dozens of times.

He was pleased of course, but a little chagrined as well. It had taken him five
long passes across the field before he realized the secret; he had to keep his
eyes fixed firmly on the horizon. The first four passes were anything but
straight. Still, it wasn't too bad of an effort, considering that he was only
twelve and couldn't even legal drive on the highway that passed in front of
the farm.

James, as he preferred to be called, completed the row and began the turn that
would send him back in the other direction. As he completed the turn, the air
conditioner kicked in, sending a blast of cold air across his face. Two
seconds later there was a clanging from the front of the tractor. A few
moments later the air conditioning unit suddenly died.

Now what? James wondered as he allowed the tractor to slow to a stop. He
picked up the microphone to the two way radio and called his dad for help.

"Sounds like a fan belt broke," George Peterson said over the radio. "You
know what to look for? The air conditioner belt is attached to the
compressor."

"Sure, Dad," James replied, "I think I know what to look for. I'll take a
look."

"If it's just the AC belt, there's nothing to worry about, if it's more than that,
shut everything down and I'll fix it this evening before supper."

"Okay. Give you a call in a minute or so, when I'm done."

James opened the cab door and climbed down the side of the tractor. It
wasn't particularly hot out, but combined with the heat of the engine, it
wasn't particularly comfortable either. Standing beside the huge tractor made
him feel like a little kid. He paused for a moment, almost overawed with the
knowledge that he'd been in total control of the monstrous piece of
equipment.

James made his way to the front of the tractor, checking the ground under the
tractor, and the engine itself for any sign of unusual leaks of oil or coolant as
his father had taught him to do. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary with the
nearly spotless engine, he peered up at the fan belts. Sure enough, the two
belts that drove the air conditioning compressor were missing. He tugged
hard on the other belts. They were tight and seemed to be in good condition.

"Well, that's a relief," his father said over the radio, "you can drive without
the air conditioner. If it had been the ones going to the water pump or
alternator, that would have been a different story. It's almost lunch time, why
don't you finish the row, and then we'll get something to eat. After lunch I'll
see if I've got some spare belts. Oh, and see if you can find the broken belts.
I don't want them to become tangled up in the combine come harvest."

"Sure thing Dad. Over and out," James said into the microphone.

He climbed back down the side of the tractor and looked at the long row of
furrows behind him. Sighing, he began to walk back the way he had
traveled, carefully searching the ground in front of him. About fifty yards
back, he discovered one of belts laying on the ground. One down and one to
go, he thought. He continued his search. Fortunately, he didn't have to look
too much farther, although it was harder to spot than the first.

The second belt was partially buried with only about six inches of the frayed
end exposed. James reached down and tugged on the belt and made the most
astonishing discovery he could have ever imagined. Tangled around the other
end of the fan belt, was a small medallion attached to a gold colored chain.

What's this? he wondered as he held the medallion up to inspect it. It wasn't
gold as he had originally thought, but appeared to be brass, or maybe bronze.
Obviously quite old, and, just as obviously, hand made.

James glanced up and scanned around the horizon. There had never been any
houses in the area nor had there been a road that had crossed the field at this
point. Some farmer must have dropped it years before his father had bought
the property and started working this particular field. That made it an antique!
Maybe worth something, James thought. He looked at the medallion again,
then shook his head, wishful thinking he decided.

Slipping the medallion on, James returned to the tractor. Five minutes later,
both doors and the windows propped open, James continued his work. For
the first time that day, James wished he had worn shorts and a T-shirt instead
of the jeans and long sleeve shirt he'd put on that morning. He decided that
he would change clothing at lunch time.

-0-0-0-

"Hot?" George Peterson laughed, when he saw his son climb down from the
tractor. James merely nodded, and took a drink from the thermos bottle of
lemonade his mother had given him. He wiped his forehead with the back of
his hand, smearing the dust from the tractor into a thin layer of mud.

George smiled and reached into the bale of recycled rags that he had bought
for cleaning up around the barn. His hand touched large piece of soft cotton.
Pulling it out, he glanced at it, then tossed it to his son. "Here, use this to
clean up a bit," he said.

James obediently wiped his forehead, face, then around his neck with the
rag. As James moved the rag around his neck, it brushed against the
medallion. James felt a slight shock, similar to a static electrical shock you get
when you walk on new carpeting. Although it startled him, it didn't really
hurt. James forgot about it as he tossed the rag back in the bale. Moments
later he followed his father to the house and into the kitchen.

"Hi, mom," James said cheerfully as he slid into his chair. "What's to eat?"

George laughed. "At least he said hello first," he said to his wife Grace. "But
it was a good question, what's to eat?"

Grace smiled, shook her head, then pointed toward the doorway. "First you
two go wash up, then we'll talk about 'what's to eat'."

When the two returned to the kitchen, Grace had finished setting the table.

James slid onto his chair again and began to reach for his sandwich. As his
hand reached forward, he stopped. He held his hand up and stared at it for a
moment. It hadn't looked like that when he'd washed it two minutes before.
It was smaller and the fingers seemed to be longer and more slender than
normal. Astonished, he looked at his other hand. It too seemed different.
What was going on here? he wondered.

James suddenly became aware that neither of his parents were chatting as
they'd been a few seconds before. He glanced up and noticed that they were
staring at him in open mouthed amazement. "What?" he asked.

"Your hair," his mother began, "it's changing color. It's blonde!"

"Just bleached out from the sun," James said.

"No, it's blonde, and it's growing longer," his father confirmed.

"That's not all that's growing," his mother exclaimed. "Look at his shirt!"

What's wrong with my shirt? James glanced down and was astonished to see
his shirt beginning to move outward from his body.

"What the....?" James exclaimed as two heavy weights appeared to be
attached to his chest. Breasts, a small portion of his mind supplied. James
became aware of other mysterious changes in his body. His jeans grew both
tighter around his hips and looser in the waist. The familiar pressure of his
genitals in his crotch suddenly disappeared, making him feel almost naked.

"What's happening to me?" James cried, his voice dropping down half an
octave, changing into a mature female's voice.

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like it," his mother admitted, visibly
shaken by what she was watching.

"He's changed into a girl!" George exclaimed.

"What? Oh... my.... God, you're right!"

James looked down at his chest. Those "lumps" were indeed breasts. Half
out of his mind with fear, he leaped up from the table and raced to the
bathroom. He took a quick glance in the mirror before dropping to his knees
in front of the toilet. A split second later he was trying to throw up.

James felt a hand on the back of his neck, slowly massaging it. "Easy,
honey, it will be all right," his mother said soothingly. "We'll find out what
caused this and get it fixed. You'll see."

Even thought neither his mother nor father had ever knowingly lied to James,
he knew that his mother was doing so now. After a few minutes of dry
heaves, he sat back on the floor, tears streaming unbidden from his eyes.

"How are you feeling," his mother asked.

James glanced up at her how could she ask such a dumb question, he
thought. Still, it was a legitimate question. How was he feeling? He took
stock of his body. "My feet hurt," he said, finally decided. He leaned
forward to untie the laces of his work boots, only to feel his new breasts
painfully crushed against his knees.

"Let me honey," his mother said, when she saw what had happened. James
sat back against the vanity and waited patiently as his mother quickly stripped
the laces from his boots. James pulled the boots off with a sigh.

"Thanks, mom," James said. "They were really starting to hurt."

"And no wonder. Look at this. Your feet are bigger." James looked as his
mother held one of his boots next to his foot. It was larger, but much
narrower as well. It was a foot consistent with the body he had just
transformed into. A girl's foot.

"Are you feeling any better now, honey?" his mother asked concerned. She
reached out and brushed a stray lock of honey blonde hair from her son's
face. James gave one final sob, then nodded.

"Can you get up?" Again James nodded. He braced himself then stood up
unaided.

"Mom! You've changed too! You've shrunk!" James exclaimed looking
down at his mother. It was an advantage point that he'd never seen before.

"No, darling, you're bigger now," was the gentle reply. James blushed and
crossed his arms over his new breasts. His mother chuckled softly, "I'm
sorry honey, what I meant to say was that you've grown taller. Take a look at
your pants legs."

James glanced downward. The hems of his jeans were nearly four inches
higher on his legs than when he had put them on that morning. "Oh."

"Come on out to the kitchen, dear. Your dad is waiting for us," Mrs.
Peterson said. "Maybe we can figure out what happened to you."

"I can't let him see me like this," James said in a panic.

"Honey, after watching you change like that, nothing will ever shock your
dad or I again. It will be okay, I promise. Come on, let's go."

James nodded and followed his mother back to the kitchen. During the short
walk to the kitchen James took stock of his new body. Everything about it
was strange, from the jiggle and slight bounce of his breasts to the gentle
sway of his hips to the long hair that he could feel half way down his back.
The only change that he did approve of, was the increased height.

"Well, I be gone to hell in a hand basket," James' father exclaimed when his
son walked into the room. "He's beautiful!"

Grace shot her husband a look that was calculated to kill at fifty feet. George
blanched and tried to recover. "Uh, James, are you feeling okay?"

James sat down and nodded. He stared at the sandwich that had been
knocked half off his plate in his mad rush to the bathroom. It took him a
second to realize what the dull ache in the pit of his stomach it was. In spite
of the incredible and inexplicable changes in his body, he was famished!

His parents watched in open mouthed amazement as James picked up the
sandwich and began wolfing it down. He had taken three large bites before
he noticed that his parents were staring at him. "I'm hungry," he explained,
making no apologies.

George looked at his son for a second, then shrugged and picked up his own
sandwich. He glanced up at his wife, "I'm hungry, too." he said simply.
Grace shook her head, then sat down to her own meal.

The meal was eaten in complete silence, an unusual occurrence for a meal in
the Peterson household.

-0-0-0-

"And then what did you do?" James' father asked. They had already ruled out
any usage of drugs, hormones or some bizarre side effect of the multitude of
pesticides used at the farm. They had come to that conclusion a few minutes
after they had finished their lunch. Grace had discovered James' pierced ears
when she helped him tie his long blonde hair back into a ponytail. No drug or
chemical could have pierced his ears!

James sighed, they had been over and over every detail of what he had done
in the last two days. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, on Thursday he had
come home from school, helped his father repair some fence line, ate dinner,
did his homework, watched a little TV, went to bed, got up, ate breakfast,
went to school, generally repeating his activities of the day before. When
you're on a farm in the country, there really isn't much to do.

That brought them up to this morning. The only thing unusual that happened
until lunch was that James had been allowed to drive the tractor, something
he had never done before.

"Dad, do you mind if we stop for a while? I've got to go to the bathroom,
and I'm a little tired."

When his father sat back in his chair, James stood, knowing that a verbal
approval was unnecessary. Still bothered by the strange sensations in his
body with every movement, James made his way to the bathroom.

This was the first time he had been able to have some privacy since he had
mysteriously changed into a girl. As a boy just entering into puberty, James
had just barely begun to appreciate the female form. Naturally, he was
curious, more than curious, he was fascinated by the lumps on his chest
whose every movement, and they were considerable, sent strange but
pleasant sensations coursing through his body.

He almost didn't make it past the mirror after he had used the toilet. When he
had changed into a girl, he had just assumed that he would look something
like his mother or father. The person stating back at him in the mirror was a
total stranger. She was attractive in an ordinary every day sort of way, (as
opposed to looking like a super star model), and appeared to be about ten
years older than James. She was taller by about six inches and had a great
looking body, at least from what he could see fully clothed.

His fingers were shaking as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Taking a deep
breath, he opened the front of his shirt.

Two thought crossed his mind simultaneously. They were big and they were
two of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen!

There was a knock on the door. Startled James quickly pulled the front of his
shirt together. "James, honey. Are you all right?" It was his mother checking
up on him!

"Just a minute Mom," James called out as he quickly buttoned his shirt. He
finished the last button, then unlocked the bathroom door. His mother
stepped inside and seeing the mismatched buttons, smiled.

"Honey, I know this is going to be difficult for you, but I need to take your
measurements. You need to have some clothing that fits your body a little
better. I'm sorry, but you can't run around wearing your own clothes, mine
are the wrong size and you certainly can't wear anything of your father's."

Blushing furiously, James nodded. "What do we have to do?"

"Strip," his mother said calmly.

James turned his back in embarrassment and removed his clothing. As he
stripped, he revealed the strong and lithesome body of a very athletic young
woman. When he slowly turned around to face his mother, she discovered
the cause of his metamorphosis.

Grace took the measurements, shaking her head as she did so. She would
have loved to have had a body like this. Her son was everything she wasn't,
tall -- at least five inches taller than Grace's five foot two, an almost perfect
size nine, and needed a size 34 "C" cup bra. It was a far cry from her own
dumpy size fourteen petite. What made it so difficult was that the body she
wished was hers, was her son's!

It just wasn't fair!

-0-0-0-

George Peterson looked at the medallion in his son's hand. It seemed
harmless enough. He looked up at his wife. "You really think this was the
cause of all this?" he asked.

"I'm sure of it," Grace stated. "I don't know how, but that medallion did it."

"Think it will change him back as well?"

"I'm sure it will, we just have to find out how, that's all," Grace replied.
James looked at his mother hopefully. "But in case it doesn't, James will
need to have some clothing that's more appropriate for his... uh, gender.
Why don't you two try to figure out the answer, while I run into town and
pick up some things at Wal-Mart."

James groaned a little.

-0-0-0-

Grace returned three hours later, carrying four large shopping bags. She
hadn't planned on buying so much, but just couldn't resist. The selection was
so much greater for someone James' new size than it was for her own that
she went a little overboard. She had bought enough clothing to last a week,
without repeating a single garment, except for shoes. She had only purchased
two pair, a pair of flats and a pair of trainers.

Grace walked in to the kitchen and nearly dropped her bags. Sitting at the
table were identical twins! It appeared so ordinary, the one wearing her son's
clothing was drinking a soft drink, the other swimming in her husband's
clothes had just poured a fresh cup of coffee. Instantly she knew what had
happened, but she had to ask. "What happened?"

"We found the secret! You were right, it was the medallion that caused the
changes," the woman wearing her husband's clothing said. "You have to
touch a piece of clothing to the medallion while you're wearing it. We think
that the rag James used when he wiped his face in the barn was the remains
of a tank top that had belonged to the girl James changed into."

"Then why didn't you change James back to normal? Why did you change
yourself?" Grace asked, greatly annoyed that her husband could do such a
thing.

George looked sheepish. "We did try it on James first. When that didn't
work, I tried it on myself."

"Well, that was kind of stupid, don't you think," Grace snapped. "What if
it's a one way change, and you can't go back to normal? She was furious
with her husband for pulling such a dumb stunt. What if it didn't work, he
would be a woman for the rest of his life! And where would that put her? She
had no desire to have a lesbian relationship with her own husband, not that he
wasn't cute enough to consider it. She shook her head, no that would never
do.

The young woman that was James paled at the thought of being stuck like
this for the rest of his life. The young woman who was his father smiled
confidently. "I'm betting that we can. Besides, it's kind of fun being
someone else for a while." He flexed his biceps. "The girl that this body
belonged to was a real 'hard body'. She must have worked out every day."

"So I see," Grace said, glancing coldly at the large breasts under her
husband's shirt. "Let me have the medallion."

George handed it over. Grace glanced at it briefly then slipped it into the
pocket of her jeans. George looked at her questioningly. "I think you two
need a little reality check. I'll just hang on to this for awhile. In the meantime,
you two need to put some different clothes on! Here!"

Grace tossed the shopping bags on to the table and stormed out of the
kitchen. James and his father turned and stared at each other for a minute.

"Wow, Mom sounds really pissed," James said turning to his father.

George sighed and nodded slowly. "I guess we'd better do as she says until
she's had a chance to cool down." He opened one of the bags and began to
sort through the clothing. "Do you want the jeans and tank top or the shorts
and T-shirt?"

-0-0-0-

Grace was in the bedroom that had been converted into an office going over
the farm's financial records when she sensed someone standing in the
doorway. She glanced up and smiled faintly at the person standing in the
doorway. The young woman was wearing a pair of baggy shorts, T-shirt and
a pair of flats.

"I see that everything fits okay," Grace said, taking in the other's clothing.

"The bra feels a little weird."

"You'll get used to it," Grace replied a little curtly. She looked at the young
woman curiously. "Which one are you?"

"I'm George," the other woman said. She sat down in a chair by the side of
the desk. "What I did was stupid, I know that now, honey. I'm sorry."

"Yes, it was," Grace agreed. She picked up a small package and removed a
cardboard holder with a pair of gold stud earrings attached. "Put these in.
I've got another pair for James, they're silver so I will know who is who."

"Earrings? I can't wear these," George replied in surprise. Grace waited, not
saying anything. George sighed and removed the earrings from the holder.
He looked at them helplessly. "I don't know how to put them in," he
admitted.

Grace gently took one of the studs from her husband's hand, removed the
backing, then inserted the earring in the hole in his ear. When she had
replaced the back, she replied, "Think you can put the other one in yourself?"

George nodded and carefully inserted the other earring. "I don't intend to
wear these forever, you know."

"No, you won't. But I can tell you this, it will be at least a month, maybe
two, before you'll take them out again!"

"A month!" George said, taken aback by the angry tone in his wife's voice.
"But what about the farm? We still need to plant and...."

"You can do that just as easily as a woman, George, or should we call you
Georgia!" Grace snapped. "That body looks strong enough to do everything
you need to do. It looks, to use your own words, like 'a real hard body'. "

George conceded the point and tried a different approach. "What about
James? He has to go to school on Monday."

"Robin can stay home. The school district has a very liberal policy about farm
kids, remember? They'll allow him to take home schooling during planting
season and harvest if it comes to that."

George's shoulders slumped. Grace had thought of everything, except... He
leaned back and sighed. "What about meeting with the brokers to sell the
crop? You know Mr. Jackson won't deal with any one but me."

Grace reached over and gently stroked her husband's soft cheek. "That,
darling is going to be the easiest part of the whole month, at least it will be for
George Peterson," Grace smiled.

"But, I thought you said," George began.

"Not only do you take stupid chances, you're not very observant, are you
Georgia?"

"What are you talking about?"

"About five minutes ago, I touched this," she held up a pair of George's
undershorts, "to this!"

George stared in horror as his wife pulled open the top of her blouse,
revealing the medallion around her neck. Already he could see her breasts
slowly disappearing under her blouse.

"But why?"

"Someone needs to be the man around the house, since you two have chosen
to be girls, that left me," Grace stated flatly. She abruptly stood up. "Now if
you'll excuse me, I need to change into something more comfortable, your
clothing."

-0-0-0-

"Wow, was that what they call date rape?" George said breathlessly later that
night.

"Not when the girl is as willing as you were, darling," Grace chuckled. Of
course, Grace had cheated a little. After all, when you've been a woman all
your life, you knew things about the female body that men could never
suspect. All she had had to do was the things she liked having done to
herself. The rest, as they say, was easy!

"I suppose I should be angry with you. After all, having sex as a woman was
the furthest thing on my mind when I changed into a girl this afternoon. But
the only thing that I want right now, is more of this!" Georgia grabbed for his
wife's penis.

"If you insist," Grace giggled. She had decided that she liked taking the
dominate role. As far as being a male, well, the sex wasn't half bad. Not
quite as good as being the woman on the receiving end, but not bad at all.
She decided ten minutes later, that it was nearly as good. An hour later, it
was even better.

-0-0-0-

In his bedroom down the hall, James was doing his own exploring. He had
been astonished at how hard his large nipples had become merely by playing
with them a little -- okay, he played with them allot. He was even more
astonished by the first real orgasm in his life. The fact that it seemed to go on
forever, did not hurt in the least.

Wow, he thought when he had finally cooled down enough to think clearly.
Being a girl wasn't that bad after all.

-0-0-0-

"Ouch! Damn it."

George glanced up at his wife. She was standing in the doorway rubbing her
forehead. "What's the matter, honey?"

"That was the third time this morning that I've hit my head on a door jam.
How do you manage to keep from doing that every time you walk through a
door?"

George smiled. He hadn't had that problem since lunch time the day before.
"It's a lot easier when you grow into your height naturally. It just takes
practice."

"Remind me to tell you that the first time you try wearing high heels," Grace
retorted.

"Who said that I'd ever want do that? These flats are good enough for me."

Grace changed the subject. "You and Robin going to finish the planting?"

"Ja... Robin is out in the barn getting the tractors warmed up. We plan on
grabbing a bite to eat, then start out. We should be done by dinner tonight.
What are you going to do today?"

"I'm going back to Wal-Mart."

"What for? Robin and I should be able to get by with the clothing you bought
yesterday."

"Clothing yes, you should have enough. But now that there are two women
in the house, we need some extras."

"Such as?"

"More toilet paper for one. I'll never understand why you girls use so much
toilet paper," Grace laughed, bringing a dirty look from her husband. "I'm
also going to pick up a couple of boxes of tampons. I'm just about out."

"Tampons? You won't need any tampons like that," George protested.

"No, that's right, I won't, but you two sure will," Grace smiled. "Unless I
got you pregnant last night. Then you won't need any for about nine months
or so."

"Pregnant?" George said, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Grace laughed, making George feel even worse. "Honey, don't worry about
it, you had a vasectomy five years ago, remember. This body is an exact
duplicate of yours right down to two tiny little scars right where they should
be."

George heaved a sigh of relief. Still, he had nagging doubts.

Her teasing about the consequences of their love making the night before, set
Grace thinking. James had gone from an adolescent boy to sexually mature
woman virtually during his lunch. Grace reminded herself to have a little
mother-son, or father-daughter, if you will, talk with James. She didn't want
to see her son end up pregnant before he'd even have a chance to have a girl
friend as a boy.

Although the most obvious solution would have been changing James back to
his original form. That was out of the question, she had to teach both of them
a lesson. So, like her husband, her son would remain a female until the end
of the month. Because working the farm would not allow very much
socialization, there was little chance that James would have an unwanted
pregnancy. But Grace still worried about it.

It wasn't until she had reached Wal-Mart before she literally stumbled over
what appeared to be the answer.

-0-0-0-

"Susan, quit running around," a young mother yelled just before her even
younger daughter ran smack into Grace. Unfortunately, the young girl's head
slammed into Grace's groin with the expected result.

Gasping for breath, and fighting not to strangle the young girl with one hand
and grabbing her groin with the other, Grace leaned against the fender of her
truck. She'd never felt pain quite like this before. She seriously doubted for a
brief moment that even child birth couldn't match it in it's intensity. No, she
decided, that was worse, but this was bad enough!

The young mother babbled on and on about how sorry she was, and that her
daughter would be severely punished as soon as they returned home. The
young woman made her daughter apologize, although it was obvious that the
little girl really didn't have any idea what she had done.

Grace waived her hand in dismissal, "It'll be all right," she groaned when she
could breathe again. The young woman cast another apologetic look in
Grace's direction then grabbed her daughter's hand and began to beat a hasty
retreat.

"Wait a second!" Grace called out. "I want to ask you a question."

The woman, now fearful of the six foot five man doubled over in pain,
hesitated for a moment.

Grace saw the look on her face and smiled, actually more like grimaced. "I
just wanted to know how old your daughter is. And what size clothing she
wears," Grace said through teeth that were barely becoming unclenched.

The woman looked at Grace as if she were crazy. Then told her the answer
she wanted to hear.

Grace waited until the woman had gotten into her car and had driven off
before she climbed back into the cab of her pickup. There she spent the next
twenty minutes carefully planning what she would buy when the dull ache
finally subsided enough for her to move.

-0-0-0-

Ignoring the same odd looks her six foot five inch tall husband normally
received when he went shopping, Grace pushed her shopping cart through
the store. Knowing exactly what she wanted, she stopped briefly at the
women's department, a section call "the junior miss", the men's section and
finally the shoe department.

Satisfied, she headed to the checkout stands.

-0-0-0-

By the time Grace arrived back at the farm, the Bobsie Twins", as she had
begun to call them had called it quits for the day.

George and Robin were both at the barn, their heads buried deep inside the
open hopper of the automatic seed planter. Grace pulled the truck up beside
the pair and got out.

One of the twins popped her head up and smiled. "Back so soon?" she asked.

Grace had to look at the studs in her ears before she knew which one had
spoken. "Hi, Robin," she said cheerfully. "Want to help bring the bags down
to the house for me?"

George popped his head up and gave Grace an odd look, as if to say, you're
the big strong man now, carry your own damned bags, we're busy!

"Sure thing, Mom," Robin grinned, although he felt a little stupid calling
someone who looked like his father "mom".

To be fair, Grace, being "the big strong man" she appeared to be, carried
most of the bags to the house. They set the bags on the kitchen table, then
Grace motioned James to sit down.

Grace studied her son for a moment. There was such innocence in those eyes
that looked back at her. Innocence that belied the mature and very sexy body
below them.

"Honey, I want you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about yourself right
now?" James looked blank for a second, considering how to answer. Grace
prompted him a bit. "How do you feel about having breasts?"

Blushing furiously, James said, "They're okay, I guess. But..."

"But, you would just as soon not have to worry about them, right?"

James sighed mentally, for a moment there he had thought his mother had
known what he had done with, or rather to, them the night before.

"Well, they do seem to get in the way at times. And it seems like I'm always
trying to keep my balance because of the extra weight," James admitted.

"How would you like to get rid of them?" Grace asked.

"Change me back to normal? Do you think I can really do that?" James asked
hopefully. His father had told him about his mother's edict of remaining like
they were for at least a month.

"I'm sure you can, someday, honey. But that wasn't quite what I had in mind
for right now."

"It wasn't?"

Grace shook her head. "Honey, what you've went through yesterday,
becoming an 'instant' adult, should have taken years normally. I don't think
that you are matur... uh, mentally ready for the responsibility of having an
adult body this soon."

James started to protest but Grace stopped him with an upraised hand. "I
know what you're going to say, that you're old enough to help on the farm.
That's true, but I'm really concerned about what this will do to you, years
from now. I don't want to see you hurt, or become messed up mentally,
because of this."

Grace didn't bother to mention her fears of an unwanted pregnancy by
someone who didn't even have a clear understanding what sex was.

"What do you want me to do?" James asked suddenly concerned.

"Nothing. I'll do it for you, after you finish your homework and just before
you go to bed," Grace replied. "First however, let's go into the kitchen and
you can help me find 'what's to eat' for supper tonight. Maybe I'll show you
some cooking tricks, if you're interested."

"Sure, why not. It might be fun," James replied cheerfully.

James did more than learn some "cooking tricks" that evening, he learned
how to prepare and entire meal, by doing most of it himself.

-0-0-0-

"Your Dad asked me to tell you that dinner tonight was very good," Grace
said several hours later. James looked up from the book he was studying and
smiled. "He wanted to tell you that himself, but he has to have the books
completed by Friday, and will be working late in the office tonight."

"I could tell enjoyed the meatloaf," James replied, "he usually doesn't eat
thirds."

Grace laughed and sat down on James' bed facing him. "Remember our
conversation this afternoon when I came back from Wal-Mart? About trying
the medallion on you again?"

"You said I wouldn't have to worry about having breasts anymore."

"That's right honey," Grace said. "Ready?"

James nodded enthusiastically.

She took the medallion out of the pocket of George's jeans and slipped it over
James' head. She touched the medallion with a white cotton garment, then sat
back to watch the change.

James began to shrink. He gasped as his breasts slowly disappeared into his
chest. When they disappeared, James knew that he was returning to his old
self again. That knowledge faded as he realized that while his breasts had
disappeared, his familiar penis and testicles did not return.

"Mom, what did you do to me?" he asked forlornly.

Grace gathered the small figure in her arms and hugged him tightly to her
chest. "Honey, I just wanted my baby back," she said softly. When James'
slight body stiffened, Grace quickly explained. "No, I didn't turn you into a
baby, although I did consider the idea. No, I'm returning you to almost the
age you were before all this happened."

James who by now was swimming in his adult sized clothing, felt his groin.
"But, I'm still a girl!"

"Yes, dear, you're still a girl. I left you that way, for two reasons; it wouldn't
be fair to your father, but mainly so that you and I could become a little
closer." Grace saw the look of dismay on James' face. "Some day, when you
have kids of your own, you'll understand how I feel."

Grace released James and searched through the shopping bags. Handing him
a pile of clothing, she directed him to go change into the nightgown she'd
bought for him that afternoon. When he was done with that, he was to toss
the clothing he had worn in the laundry so his father could wear them
tomorrow.

Grace smiled as James grabbed his new nightgown with one hand and the
waistband of his too large jeans with the other. Seconds later Grace's new ten
year old daughter disappeared through the doorway of his bedroom.

Grace had been pleased to see that the reduction in Robin's age had not
affected his attractiveness. He had turned out to be a younger version of the
twenty two year old woman that had shocked George and herself.

Grace had developed a theory about the medallion. She was betting that it
was capable of making small changes as well as the radical ones so far. She
wanted to put the rest of her theory to the test.

Her comment about James' having kids of his/her own, echoed through her
mind as she picked up the rest of the bags and the medallion and headed to
her own bedroom. She hummed a little tune as she walked.

-0-0-0-

Robin lay back on his bed, wondering how his life had progressed in such a
bizarre manner since he had found the medallion. First he'd been a twelve
year old boy, then a twenty two year old foxy looking woman, now he was a
ten year old girl. He really didn't mind being a kid again, even if was as a
girl.

His mother had been right, he decided. He wasn't ready to be an adult yet,
especially not an adult female with all kinds of strange and disturbing feelings
about herself and others.

Having had virtually no exposure to sex as a boy, Robin had no idea what he
was missing. However, when he had suddenly became a woman, he'd had a
taste, had enjoyed the experience and was anxious to experience more. He
was also intelligent enough to realize that some things required time and
experience to fully appreciate. Well, he sighed, he would just have to wait a
few more years until he grew up. In the meantime, he might as well enjoy
what he had.

-0-0-0-

"What in God's name have you done to my body!" George exclaimed as they
readied for bed. He walked around Grace, inspecting every inch of her.

"Nothing much, just fixed a few things that nature screwed up when you
were made, that's all," Grace said, quite pleased with her "fixes". "I wanted
to see if I could make small changes by touching a number of different
unworn garments to the medallion at the same time. Guess what, it worked!"

"So I see."

"Oh, chill out. I've got a very good reason for each of the changes I made in
your body."

"Oh, yeah, like what?" George asked, trying to contain his anger. It was bad
enough to force him and his son to remain females for a month, but to change
his own body without even discussing it before hand was a little too much!

"For example," she began to itemize each change, although they were very
obvious to someone who knew George. "You wore a size 14 shoe. They're
hard to find, and when you can find them, expensive as all get out. Well, I
fixed that, you now wear a size nine. Much more common, and certainly
cheaper than those 14's. The same thing with your pants, you had to have a
37 inch inseam. You know how hard it was to find that size, especially when
your waist is only a 32! Well, you're still 32 inch in the waist, but only a 30
in the inseam. I left everything else about the same, except your sleeve
length, of course. "

"Of course," George said dryly. "And I've lost a good 10 inches in the
process!"

"Uh, actually, it was only eight. You are now five foot eight inches tall."

"Five eight?" George asked, a little stunned. "Wasn't that a little too much?"

"Quit complaining, it's only an inch under the average for men," Grace said.
"After what happened to me at the store, you're lucky I didn't include a pair
of panties in with the rest of the changes."

"What happened at the store?" George demanded. Grace explained what had
happened at the store, and how it helped make her mind up about changing
her husband and son. George was hard pressed to keep from smiling. Served
her right, he thought.

"So, James is now about ten years old?"

"Robin is, yes."

"Still a girl, too?"

Grace remained silent. That much had been obvious by the use of the name
"Robin".

"Where is he, uh, she?"

"Doing her homework," Grace replied.

George sighed, "I'm happy to know that we can be changed back again. But
I really wish that you hadn't made James.... Robin, a child again. He...
she's been a real help. Now, I guess that I'll either have to do all the planting
by myself, or have you help me."

"Me? I've never even driven the tractor before!" Grace protested.

"Should have thought of that before," George said, removing his clothing.
When he reached his bra and panties, he turned to Grace and frowned.
"Before you get any ideas, 'not tonight, I have a headache'!"

Grace sighed and removed her own clothing. Maybe if I just snuggle up
against him tonight, he'll chance his mind.

Grace was wrong, thirty seconds after George's head hit the pillow, he was
sound asleep. At least he doesn't snore any more, Grace thought as she went
to sleep herself. She however did, much to George's annoyance.

-0-0-0-

"I can't believe you're serious about me helping with the planting. I don't
know where to begin. Besides, I've never even driven the tractor before!"
Grace protested again the following morning.

"No time like the present to learn how," George stated. He grabbed Grace
with a surprisingly strong grip on the arm and half pulled her to the huge
tractor. "We will start with the basics. Put your left foot on the step there,
grab hold of the hand rail up there with your right hand and then..."

Thus began Grace's education of a male's role on a working farm.

-0-0-0-

"You did good, Grace," George said as he washed his wife's strong
muscular back.

"In spite of making the rows look like sine waves?" Grace laughed over her
shoulder.

"Don't sell yourself short, only the first three rows looked like that," George
replied. A little better than James had done on his first try, he thought.

Grace turned and kissed him gently on the lips.

George sucked in his breath as Grace's large callused hands gently caressed
the cheeks of his well-formed rear. The moisture he felt in his groin had
nothing to do with the shower they were in. George moaned when the hands
traveled up to his breasts. George crushed his body against Grace's with an
intensity that surprised her. The heat in George's body grew as Grace's
erection pressed hard against his abdomen. His lips quickly found Grace's
for a long, deep kiss.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Grace asked. She leaned over and placed
her mouth on one of George's breasts.

George responded by reaching down grasping Grace's erect penis. "It's
lucky for me that you didn't use those panties after all. I need something to
hang on to when you do that."

"So did I darling, so did I," Grace gasped. "Shall we get out of the shower
and see just how lucky we really are?"

The water was off before Grace could complete the question.

George and Grace were startled when they heard a loud knock on the
bathroom door. Seconds later a thin voice piped up. "Are you two about
through in there? I'm hungry! When's dinner going to be ready?"

George sighed, "Now I remember why I had that vasectomy!"

Grace looked shocked. "Why Georgia, darling, what in the world are you
talking about? You don't have the balls to have a vasectomy!"

Standing outside the door, Robin was startled to hear a loud burst of laughter
coming from the bathroom. He shook his head and wandered back to the
living room to wait dinner. Adults!

He hoped they wouldn't be too long, he really was hungry.

-0-0-0-

"You know, I enjoyed working in the fields yesterday," Grace said the
following morning. "I never realized it could be so much fun."

"Fun! Ha!," George said, leaning against the door jam of the bathroom. He
was still wearing a short nightgown and kimono style robe, and looking very
sexy. He crossed his arms under his ample breasts, making them stand out
even more. "To you it may be fun, but to me it's a lot of hard work! If the
truth be known, I'd much rather be in the house, working on the books or
anything else than out in the fields."

Grace turned off the electric razor down she'd been shaving with and
carefully set it down. She turned and studied her husband before replying.
"You really think being a housewife on a working farm might be more fun
than working in the fields, George?"

"No, I didn't mean it quite how it sounded," he paused, reconsidering his
statement. "Yes, I do! Women have it easy."

"I see." Grace said.

"Morning, Mom. Hi, Dad," James said as he walked by the open bathroom
door. He'd barely glanced in their direction.

Unlike his parents, James was already dressed for the day. Grace noticed
with satisfaction that the preteen pull on shorts and top fit him perfectly. His
long blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and he was wearing a pair
of sandals that were little more than a sole and some leather straps. He made
such an adorable girl that it was hard to imagine him really being a boy two
years older.

"I think we need to get dressed now, George. We can continue this
discussion later. In the meantime, we've got planting to finish."

-0-0-0-

"Wow, Mom, what did you do to Dad's body?" Robin exclaimed when his
parents came into the kitchen.

"Just fixed a few flaws nature had made," Grace said, repeating what she had
told her husband the night before.

James studied his mother for a moment. "I think Dad looks better that way.
Not nearly so 'geeky' like before."

Grace turned and smiled smugly at her husband. "See" her expression said.
George threw up his slender hands in surrender. Somedays he just couldn't
win!

-0-0-0-

The question had been nagging Grace for most of the day as she drove the
massive New Holland tractor over the fields. She was beginning to love the
feeling of raw power she felt driving the tractor, and if the truth be known,
her control over George. She liked being the man in the family and wanted to
stay that way as long as possible.

George's comment about farm wives having an easier time than the husbands
begged to be responded to and would provide an ideal opportunity to
continue the masquerade beyond the month that she had decided upon.

The problem was that the family was too well known in the small farming
community. There was no way her five foot eight inch version of George
could pass for the real six foot five inch George that everyone knew. Or for
that matter, neither could the tall shapely blonde who had suddenly replaced
Sam's five foot one inch dumpy little wife be accepted as the real thing.

And of course, there was the problem of Robin's schooling. Keeping her son
a girl didn't bother Grace probably as much as it should have, but she didn't
want it to interfere with his education. You can't get very far in the world
without a good education, even if you would end up as a tall shapely, blue
eyed blonde. No, Robin had to continue on with her schooling, even if it
meant repeating a couple of years because of the age difference.

There were two possible ways a long term change could be made without
anyone suspecting that there was more to the changed Peterson family than
met the eye.

They could either sell the farm and move, or.... sell the farm and move.

-0-0-0-

"I swear George, you're getting to be a pretty good cook," Grace said
rubbing her distended stomach with a callused hand. "First the beef
stroganoff the other night and now this," she pointed to the remains of a
lemon herb roasted chicken.

"Told you I was a good cook," George said smugly. "Believe it or not, I
even made straight 'A's in the two home economics class my mother made
me take in high school. She thought that at least I wouldn't starve until I got
married."

Grace covered her mouth as a small burp escaped her lips. "I can believe it."
She glanced over at Robin, "Your turn to do the dishes. Then homework
time."

Unlike the typical ten year old he appeared to be, Robin nodded and began to
clear off the table without a fuss.

"George, honey, I need you to check the books in the office."

"Now?" George asked, wanting to do nothing more than take a hot shower
and go to bed. It had been a long day.

"Now. We also need to continue our discussion from this morning." Without
waiting for a reply, Grace rose from the table and walked to the office.
Moments later, George followed.

"George, do you think I'm attractive?"

Taken aback by the question, George shook his head. "Handsome yes,
attractive no, not really. Not with that five o'clock shadow."

Grace smiled briefly. "That's not what I meant. Do you think I was attractive
before all of this happened?"

"I wouldn't have married you if I hadn't thought you were the most beautiful
girl in the world." George said honestly.

"But, I could have stood some improvements, right?" Grace asked. George
didn't comment. "Never mind," Grace laughed. "I know that I didn't have
the best figure in the world, and I hated being so tiny."

George nodded slowly, still not commenting. Having been married to Grace
for nearly fifteen years, he had long since learned when to keep his mouth
shut.

Grace continued, speaking more to herself than to her husband. "I've always
wished that I could wave some magic wand and become another Marylin
Monroe, or Pamela Tiffen, or some other glamorous movie star or model.
But obviously that was just the daydream of a girl who was, is, very
unhappy with herself."

Even to George it seem a little strange to see himself talking about a girl's day
dream. He shook himself, momentarily bothered by the disturbing image
being portrayed.

"But there's no reason to daydream any longer, is there? I mean, with the
medallion, there's virtually no limit to the changes I can make in my body, or
yours for that matter."

George sighed. "Just where are you going with this Grace?"

Grace smiled faintly and forced her thoughts back to the issue at hand. "This
morning you said that a housewife's life is easier than being a working
farmer, right? How would you like the opportunity to see if it's really true?"

"What are you suggesting?" George asked, suddenly a little wary of the
question and yet a little interested.

"Simply that we change places for a year, I'll be you, the hard working but
honest farmer, and you can be me, the happy homemaker. And after the year
is over, we'll switch for another year, then back again the year after that,
then, well you get the idea. That way, neither of us has to bear the burden of
being the 'lesser' of the partnership."

"I've never considered you to be the lesser of the 'partnership' as you put it!"
George said defensively.

Grace smiled. "What makes you think that I was referring to myself?"

George laughed suddenly, then shook his head. "That's one of the reasons, I
married you Grace, for your quick sense of humor." He laughed again, then
sobered. "Now then, just how in the world do you think we could pull this
reversal of roles off? Both of us are too well known in town. It wouldn't take
a New York minute for someone to figure out something was wrong."

"Very simple. We sell the farm and leave the area...."

"What!" George exploded. "We've worked too hard to get the farm on a
paying basis to just walk away from it like that."

Grace frowned at the interruption. "If you had waited a second, you would
have learned how we can eat our cake and have it too. First of all, we'll sell
the farm to your brother and his wife. They move in with their daughter and
we move out with our son."

"I don't have a brother," George protested.

"Sure you do, he's about five foot eight, and very handsome, or at least his
wife thinks so. He used to be six foot five and very 'geeky' looking until his
wife took matters into her own hands," Grace smiled. "Look, no one here
knows you're an only son, right? We were already married when we moved
her and bought the farm with your inheritance, so no one really knows either
of our life history."

George thought about it for a minute. "It could work at that," he admitted
finally. "What do we need to do?"

"First, you need to take your clothing off," Grace said, slipping the medallion
over Sam's head. She touched one of Sam's to the medallion. "Then,
tomorrow, George Peterson and his brother 'Sam" can go to the County
Registrar's Office and transfer the title of the farm. By this time next week,
Sam and Mary Peterson along with their ten year old daughter, Robin, will be
running the farm. Running it as well as if there had never been a change in
ownership."

George raised an eyebrow. "Sam? Mary? What kind of names are those?"

Grace shrugged her shoulders. "Don't blame me, I didn't write the original
story."

-0-0-0-

"I'd forgotten how awkward being this tall is," George Peterson complained.
He was back to his six foot five inch height and as skinny as ever. In the ten
days he had been the blonde he had grown accustomed to the shorter height.

"Sam", Grace giggled. "Think how I felt when I suddenly grew sixteen
inches. You won't remain like that forever, you know. In another three or
four days, you'll have your big boobs and bigger butt back where they
belong."

"My butt wasn't big!" George protested.

"Honey, compared to the skinny little butt you have now, it was," Grace
giggled. "It was truly the sexiest thing I've ever held in my hands, though.
Of course, my experience in that area is admittedly a little limited."

"Say good-night, Gracie," George sighed.

"Good-night, Gracie," brother "Sam" responded. It would be a long time
before they could ever use the joke again.

-0-0-0-

"Morning, Susie, I'd like to introduce my younger brother Sam," George
said to the waitress in the dinner.

Susie who had been working since five that morning, merely nodded.
"Whachawant?" she asked.

"Well, that's interesting," brother "Sam" said. His eyes followed the shapely
waitress as she walked back to the kitchen.

George slapped "Sam" lightly on the shoulder. "You're married to me,
remember! Don't get any ideas!" he whispered to Grace.

Grace laughed. "I'm not doing anything that you didn't do to me. Besides,
what was it you once said, 'as long as I just look, it doesn't mean
anything'?"

George blushed, then stirred his coffee absently. "Yeah, something like that."

Grace changed the subject. "Okay, as soon as we transfer the title, we'll go
back to the farm and...."

"We can't do that yet," George protested. "I've got to introduce you around
town, Miller's feed and Grain especially. Then we've got to figure out how
we're going to enroll Robin in school next fall. She doesn't have any
transcripts from another school remember?"

"I've already got that worked out," Grace replied. "Remember that story
about the vandals who wrecked the grade school in Nebraska about two
months ago? Well, I did some checking and all of the student records were
destroyed. We've got all summer to do some more checking and when I
enroll Robin, she won't need transcripts."

"Ah, breakfast," George smiled as Susie placed their meals in front of them.

"Enjoy your meals," Susie said, smiling at Grace. Grace smiled back, as
George realized the two were flirting with each other. Moments later Susie
walked off to attend to some new customers.

George slapped Grace on the arm, just hard enough to get her attention away
from the . "Pay attention to your breakfast and not to the waitress!" he
snapped.

"I'm just being a typical male," she said smugly.

George sighed, it was going to be a long year. He was almost sorry he had
agreed to the insane suggestion of trading places. He thought about the fun he
and Grace had had in their reversed roles, and decided to give it a chance.

-0-0-0-

Robin sat in silence as the two versions of his father explained what had been
decided. "But what if I don't want to be a girl?" he protested.

The shorter "Sam" version of George looked startled. That was not the
impression she had received when James had been changed into a young girl.
"Why wouldn't you like to be a girl for a while, honey?"

"I liked driving the tractor," Robin admitted. "I wanted to do that since I was
little. Dad wouldn't let me because I was too small to reach the peddles.
Now, I'm too little again and a girl to boot. I'll never get to drive again."

"Robin, that's nonsense. Girls get to drive tractors all the time," George
replied. "You and I both did when we were transformed into the blonde
chick, right? We were both girls, right?"

"But that was different," Robin protested.

"How so?" Grace asked. Robin opened his mouth to speak then closed it
again.

"Honey, if we could fix it so you could drive the tractor again, would you
like to remain a girl for a while longer?" Grace asked.

Robin thought about it for a second. There really wasn't anything wrong with
being a girl, he decided. It was kind of interesting in fact. He decided that he
didn't mind being a girl, if he could still drive the tractor once in a while.
"Yeah, I guess so," Robin said softly.

"Okay then, here's what we will do. During the school year, you'll be Robin.
During the harvest, you can be James again. We're done with planting so
you'll have to wait until then. Is that all right?" Grace asked.

"That means that I'll be able to drive the combine?" Robin brightened.
"Sure!"

Grace and George sighed, the major road block had been neatly bypassed.

Grace turned to look at her husband. "Okay, Mary, time for you to change
into the happy homemaker."

-0-0-0-

Epilogue: It is ten years after the decision to live each other's lives had been
made. Robin grew up from a cute girl to a fine young woman of twenty the
natural way.

In the Peterson family, a promise made is a promise kept. Every planting
season and every harvest since then Robin became James, boy about the
same age as Robin was. He was a tremendous help around the farm and he
thoroughly enjoyed his time as a boy. But at the end of the season, James
welcomed the return to Robin, which was a much more social individual than
when she was James.

Both Sam and Mary were astonished to realize that the girl Robin was much
more academically inclined than the boy James had been. When their girl
graduated from high school, she was immediately accepted into Stanford.
Her major was business, with a minor in agri-business. She received some of
the highest marks of anyone in her class.

Sam and Mary had changed back and forth every year on their anniversary.
Each enjoyed being the other, then themselves for a change. No one in the
small farming community ever realized that the Sam they had known the
week before might well have been Mary this week.

We'll return to our story briefly to tie up some loose ends. As we return to
our story both Sam and Mary are themselves again.

-0-0-0-

"You know Mary," Sam sighed. "I miss having Robin around."

"I know," Mary agreed. "If she accepts that job offer on the coast, we won't
see her except for holidays." She snuggled up against her husband on the
couch in front of the fire place. "Wouldn't it be nice to have another child
around?"

"Are you suggesting that we have another baby?" Sam asked surprised.

"Well, yes," Mary smiled. "I think it would be kind of fun to be a mother
again."

"At your age?"

"We can become young again, honey. All we need is the medallion and some
of the clothing I've been saving for years."

"What about the little detail of my vasectomy?"

"Oh, I've already solved that problem," Mary smiled. "The last time I was
you, I touched a brand new pair of undershorts to the medallion. And you
know what? The scars disappeared."

"You were fertile?" Sam asked, stunned. "How could you have done
something like that without asking me first? Why, you could have made me
pregnant!"

Mary laughed, "I was only like that for a day or so, while you were visiting
Robin at school. Don't worry, I want to be the one to have the baby. Don't
forget, I've been pregnant before and I don't think you would like it much."

"But you would?"

"I wouldn't mind," Mary smiled.

"Okay, we'll think about it."

"Thank you honey," Mary squealed and kissed Sam deeply. "Want to change
one last time, until the end of the week? After all, when I have the baby, I'll
have to stay that way until she's weaned. That could be a couple of years
from now."

"Sure. I can't think of a better way than to spend the next five nights with
you as you. Especially when their as nasty as this. Just listen to that rain!"

Sam and Mary listened to the heavy rain falling on the roof for a while.

"Radio said it was the worst storm of the century. I hope the creek doesn't
flood like it did last year."

"Me too." Mary stood and stretched for a moment. Reaching down she help
her husband up. "Shall we go change into something more comfortable?"

"Lead the way, honey," Sam replied with a grin.

Sam changed first. Slipping the medallion over his head, Mary touched a pair
of panties and the bra she had just taken off to the medallion. The bra would
guarantee the return of the familiar blonde while the panties should bring back
her youth. The panties had been part of her trousseau when George and
Grace had married. For some long forgotten reason, she'd only worn them
once and had had saved them for nearly twenty years.

Much to their amazement and happiness, the trick worked. A much younger
version of the blonde stood naked where Sam had once stood.

To regain Sam's youth, Mary tried the same trick, using a wedding gift to
George from Grace, a rather hideous looking sweater, he'd worn a few times
then packed away. Before she touched the sweater and a pair of Sam's pants
to the medallion, an impish look crossed her face. She turned her back and
picked up another garment. Smiling sweetly at the female Sam, she touched
all three garments to the medallion at the same time.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw what Mary was doing. "Those are new
undershorts, aren't they!" he accused. "They'll reverse the vasectomy!"

"Yep," Mary smiled at her husband's look of apprehension. "Oh, don't
worry. We're only going to be like this until the end of the week. We'll use
condoms. Nothing can happen. Besides, half the fun of being a girl is taking
the chance of becoming pregnant when you have sex."

"I'm not sure, I like this idea," Sam said slowly.

"Oh, don't be such a spoil sport," Mary chided. "I have no intention of
getting you pregnant! That's my privilege!"

"You're more than welcome to it," Sam grunted. He wondered if he should
just refuse to have sex with Mary until the twelve hours were up, then change
back. The thought of having a baby, made his stomach turn upside down.

"Why thank you, ma'am," Mary said. Smiling, she stepped closer to Sam
and kissed him. "What do you say we try one of those things out?"

"Only if I can put it on you," Sam replied seriously.

"That sounds like fun," Mary chuckled.

Sam was about to reply, when he hesitated. "And that sounds like there's
someone at the front door."

"On a night like this? Who could it be?"

"I don't know. You'd better pull some clothes on and go see, while I get
dressed." Sam ordered.

"Why me?" Mary asked.

"Because you're the man now, remember?" Sam said laughingly. "Besides, it
wouldn't do for me to go to the door looking like this." He indicated his
naked body.

Mary look a long look, admiring the view. That would be all she would have
until who ever it was at the door went away. Sighing, she pulled on a pair of
Sam's jeans and a T-shirt, not bothering to worry about underwear. She gave
one more quick glance at her husband's sexy female body then went to the
front door.

Sam picked up the bra Mary had removed an hour earlier, then reached into a
drawer for a clean pair of panties. He had just pulled on a pair of sweat pants,
a garment that both Sam and Mary liked to wear when they were women, and
was reaching for the matching top when he heard Mary call out from the
living room.

"Sam, come here. I need your help!"

Startled Sam ran to the living room. There laying unconscious on the floor
was a stranger. His clothing was soaking wet and covered in mud up to his
waist.

"Help me bring him inside Sam," Mary said. "We need to get him warm."

"And out of those wet clothes," Sam agreed. "I wonder who he is?"

His name was Jason Brown and he was a salesman.

And so began the story of the second farmer's daughter.
 
 

For the rest of the story, you will have to read "Farmer's Daughter"
 
 
 

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