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I began to fear that Erica would indeed lose interest and began to be worried. But his last comment puzzled me so I asked, "What do you mean backfired? Am I not in almost all physical characteristics as well as psychically a female?”

"Oh yes, you are quite female. But you see, Peggy, it so happens that Erica loves you." He leaned foreward in his chair and began playing with a pencil on his desk. Then after a short pause he looked up. "You see, she loves you. She must have some sort of streak in her that loves your womanish self even more than the part as a man."

"What makes you say that?" I thought of our love sessions and saw that she loved me well, no matter how potent.

"She has also been to see me. I did not tell her of the source of your impotency but she did ask about any further modifications that could be done yet. She has told me of how much she loves you and her loves of you as a female man as it were. So, Mrs. Mallet's plan to split you two has actually driven you closer together. That's part of why I am telling you this. The hormone implant has largely been used up and in a month or so you should begin to regain your full potency again. If you want to continue, I could arrange for another implant, but less potent. I would also not advise Mrs. Mallet of our conversation. If you do, do not be surprized if you are expelled from the house. As it is you have the best of all worlds with Erica, the free house and love between you two."

I was stopped cold. I looked at him and he looked at me. "Ah yes, doctor," I finally said. I stood up and ran my hands over my hips feeling how wide they had become. I then felt my breasts, hefting them up and letting them fall, feeling the straps of the bra take up the weight. Looking down I straightened my skirt. Then I looked up at him. "You may just be right. I'll have to think this one over. But before I decide on an implant I'll have to talk it over with Erica." I started towards the door.

"Just remember," he said as he rose and came around the desk, "what I've done is reversable but I don't think you really want to since it deals with your work. What Mrs. Mallet did was meant to do harm and has ended giving you a love of Erica probably more deep and solid than you yourself could have developed in years had you not come under her influence. He put his hand on my shoulder and our eyes met for an instant. "I will bank on the next implant."

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