Transvestia "You can restart the power, Bob," Jill said. He did and the lights flickered on. There were women asleep in parts of the studio. "You can remove your mask. The gas should have dissipated by now."

Jill removed her mask and stepped before a camera.

"Ready on one," came a voice from the control room.

Jill fulled off her wig to reveal crew cut black hair. In a deep bass voice "she" began: “ATTENTION WOMEN OF THE WORLD....

A week later the second bloodless revolution in history was over. Well, not completely bloodless. There were a few injuries. The heavy woman Bob had knocked out for one, but her injuries were superficial. Now there was a mass of paper work and details to be worked out.

A surprising number of women were eager to give up work and worry for a return to duties their ancestors had held. The ones who were resistant were given therapy.

Bob's part was over, anyway. As payment for his services, a team of electronics and physics experts were assigned to help him build another time transporter. He had decided that he would be of little further use in this future era.

The machine was completed in only a few weeks. He went to say good-bye to his friend "Jill", the newly elected head of the government.

He notices how popular beards and mustaches were becoming. "Jill", a whisker shadow evident, was clad in what resembled a business suit. Bob, on the other hand, had grown to enjoy the dresses he had been wearing and continued to wear.

"I will be leaving for my own time period soon. I just wanted to say good-bye. I have plans for when I get back there. If this future is inevitable, I am going to try to prepare for it. I will keep up this disguise and start the underground in my time. That should make your job easier."

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