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But Who Am I Really? 6 7

Chapter 9
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The next two weeks passed in much the same way. Erin spent a lot of
time at work, and Hugh spent all of his time at home, usually on the
phone coaching Erin. They had got through the first week together
without any major embarrassments, and no one had seriously questioned
Erin's authority to be Hugh. But how could they? Hugh had thought,
physically she's perfect in every respect. Any curiosity about his new
personality was written off as love-sickness - after the dinner with
John, rumors quickly spread around the office, and it became an easy

The second week was much easier. Hugh generally took up projects that
Erin gave him, such as settling the details for the new office space
(the office had chosen, by vote, the office closest to Hugh's condo,
which was great), researching potential customers, reviewing contracts,
even writing some software. Hugh realized that he was having fun: It
was a huge relief not to have to be responsible for employees anymore.

For convenience, Hugh and Erin now referred to each other using the
names of the body, rather than the name of the person. After a day or
so, this turned out to be much easier. After all, Erin looked like
Hugh, Hugh reasoned, so it just makes sense that I call her Hugh. And,
by most anyone's definition (certainly everyone in the office), she was

'But where does that leave me?' He wondered. 'Or her, for that matter?
Who am I? I feel like Hugh, I remember growing up as a boy, I remember
college in Boston, I remember starting this company. But now, I'm a
different person. Am I still Hugh, even though everyone calls me Erin?
Or am I Erin, now that, in every physical sense, I am Erin?'

Or maybe, he thought, a bit perversely, I'm both?

Fortunately, Erin was there to discuss this with. It was during these
discussions of identity that Hugh realized just how compatible they
were. Everyone else he knew, with the exception of John and a few
buddies from college, thought that discussing existentialism was a
waste of time. Hugh, however, felt his whole philosophy on life
changing dramatically, and he had to talk that over with someone.

Since Erin spent 12 hours at the office every day, and since Hugh was
mostly at home just answering phone calls, Hugh had decided to be the
best host that he could. He restocked the groceries, cleaned the
laundry, took clothes to dry-cleaning, and generally cleaned up the

Somehow, with Erin sharing the condo, Hugh became much more aware of
what a slob he had been. Of course, Erin didn't say a word, and was
always polite and appreciative. But with another person watching what
he did, Hugh became much more careful about keeping the place clean.

For example, now he always washed the dishes right after they ate.
Before, he would have left the dishes to sit until there were no more
dishes to eat on, and then he would do them all at once. Of course,
Erin also did dishes, but in the mornings she was always rushing out to
work, and in the evenings she would be working on business or talking
with John on the phone, so generally it was Hugh who would clean up.

Breakfast was another routine that they had fallen into. Hugh, when he
had been a man, had never eaten breakfast, with the possible exception
of bagels on the weekends.

Now, however, he woke up very early (usually 6AM, and sometimes
earlier), and he always woke up starving! At first he discounted it as
being just jetlag, but now, 6 days later and at the end of the week, he
had to admit it was unlikely to change. It must be this new body, he
thought to himself. Now, I'm a morning person. Boy, if anyone in the
office knew, they wouldn't believe it.

So, Hugh would get up early in the morning, have his shower, and then
don a fluffy bathrobe over panties. Then he would pad to the kitchen in
slippers and make breakfast. And since Erin was always still sleeping,
Hugh would make her breakfast too, so it would be ready for her when
she woke up.

So now it was Friday, just under two weeks since they had first met,
and Erin had decided it was time for a fancy night out. They were too
tired for any real entertainment, but a good meal at Chez la Mer seemed
in order. Erin even made the reservations.

This delighted Hugh, since it gave him the opportunity to wear one of
the fancier cocktail dresses he had purchased. This one was totally
classic, a one-piece shift, high necked, a hem line which ended just
below his knees, and with a light cream linen jacket. It was the fabric
that was most incredible. A dark green knit fabric, with glittery
threads woven in. It caused the entire dress to shimmer as he walked.
Underneath, he went very simple: just matching bra and panties. The
shoes were high-heeled (4 inches), silk, and dyed to match the dress. A
pair of simple pearl dangles as earrings, makeup, perfume, and Hugh was

Erin, when he saw Hugh, gave a low whistle, slipped his arms around
Hugh's waist and gave Hugh an intimate hug. Since Erin was already
dressed in her suit from work, they were off.

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"What?" Hugh gasped. "Get up off that floor!"

"No," Erin replied, "I will not get up off the floor until you take
this ring, and then give me an answer, either yes, or you'll think
about it."

"Alright then, here, give it to me. I'll think about it." Hugh snatched
the engagement ring from Erin. It was a gorgeous 1.5 carat diamond.
"Now get back to your seat. I'm so embarrassed." Hugh tried hiding his
head. Others in the restaurant were looking on and grinning at Hugh's
reaction. Some of them applauded.

"You know, if you had just acted pleasantly surprised then it would all
be perfectly normal."

"normal? Normal!" Hugh hissed. "This is anything *but* normal! I'm the
guy here. I'm the one who's supposed to be proposing to you!"

Erin chuckled, and then said with a leer, "You are definitely not the

"Yes I am. Things are just all confused, that's all. And you can't do
this yet! We've only known each other for a week!"

"Almost two weeks," Erin corrected, "and I am already as sure about
this as I have been about anything."

"But how can you be? And which you is proposing to me? The Erin who is
Hugh? Or the original Erin?"

"Whichever. It doesn't matter." Erin was serious.

"What do you mean, 'It doesn't matter?'"

"What I mean is that I want to marry you whether I'm Hugh, or Erin. God
willing, we'll switch back in a month, and then I will be your wife,
assuming that you want me."

Hugh's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Erin and saw the real Erin in
Hugh's expression. It had been a week, and now Erin had become pretty
seamlessly integrated with Hugh's body.

"Do you love me?" Hugh asked.

"Yes, very much. More than I have loved any other person in my entire
life. Do you love me?"

Tears spontaneously sprung to Hugh's eyes. He couldn't help himself. It
was as if Erin's expression of love had uncorked a bottle. The emotions
overwhelmed Hugh's inhibitions and he sobbed shamelessly. "Oh Erin,"
Hugh sniffled, "I love you too." Hugh had said it without any thought
or analysis. The truth had just bubbled up and he realized consciously,
for the first time, that he was very deeply in love with her.

Erin gently rubbed Hugh's hand. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have sprung
this on you so suddenly. But I need the security of knowing that we are
committed to each other."

Hugh settled his breathing and wiped away his tears. "I understand..."

"No, you don't, Erin." Erin put an affectionate emphasis on calling
Hugh by her name. "I have another surprise for you. Are you ready?"

"Yes." What, what?? Hugh's mind was in wild turmoil now.

Quickly, so he wouldn't have time to think about it, Erin blurted out,
"I think you're pregnant."

Dead silence.

Hugh instinctively put his hands on his abdomen. "Pregnant? What? Are
you sure?"

"No, I'm not. But my period was supposed to have been three days ago,
and I'm never late. Further, I never use birth control, it's against my

Hugh was gasping for air, breathing heavily in and out. "So that's why
we didn't have wine with dinner."

Hugh's shocked mind was now a total blank. At last he blurted out:
"But, what are we going to do?"

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The first thing they did, of course, was rush to a pharmacy and get a
home pregnancy test. And then another. And then a third. And then a

And when they got home, each and every test, from 4 different
companies, all turned out positive. I could do a product evaluation,
Hugh thought, wryly.

This time it was Erin's turn to cry. "Oh Hugh!" she sobbed, "We're
pregnant! Oh, I never meant for this to happen, but now that it has, I
think it is as wonderful as a dream."

"What do you mean? How could you never meant for this to happen?"

"Our first night together, I never meant for us to have intercourse,
but somehow I became entranced."

"...but I thought you were causing the trance?"

"I started singing, a song which my mother taught me when I was just a
baby, which I thought would help sooth you. But then you started
singing along, and I just sort of... well... lost control."

"Me too."

"Anyway, the next day I realized what had happened, that I was
unprotected. But I counted the days and it was just after the end of my
fertile period. So I thought, 'chances are, nothing will come of it',
and I figured it would be OK for us to continue to have sex, since at
that point I would only be getting less and less fertile."

"I see."

"And so, I didn't say anything. I figured we had enough to worry
about." Erin winced. "I'm sorry. Should I have told you?"

"Oh, Erin, I don't know. I'm such a dummy! If I had just thought, I
could have douched or something!"

"Erin," Erin looked at Hugh intently. "I could not have let you do
that. I'm catholic, remember? And I'm from Ireland. It's against my

"What, even condoms?"

"Well, that's a gray area. Our priest is more practical than some, and
doesn't see condoms as big of a sin as other forms of birth control."

"And premarital sex?"

"I know, I know. That's bad too. I'll probably have to do a million
'Hail Mary's' when I get home, but it will be worth it. "

"But then, why not birth control? Or abortion?"

Erin's face blanched and a hand involuntarily covered her mouth. "Don't
even think about that! Human life is sacred! Our baby's life is
sacred." Her voice hardened, "Hugh, you know perfectly well that that
is *my* body you have borrowed, and I expect for you to care for it as
I would. And if I want for my body to carry the child to term, then it

She paused for a second. "But I know you don't mean it. I can hear it
in your voice. And the way you reacted at dinner... you really love me,
don't you?" She was pleading. "And," she was crying again, "I love you
so much."

At this, Hugh's heart melted. He reached out to Erin and stroked her
face. "Oh Hugh, Erin, whatever. I love you too."

"And do you want to get married?"

Hugh pulled out the ring and looked at it. It was stunning. He found
himself unable to breathe. And as his mind whirled with all kinds of
thoughts, he knew, above all, that he was about to make a decision that
would have a profound affect on his life.

Erin reached over, took the ring from Hugh, and gently held Hugh's hand
in hers. She slipped the ring over his finger and slowly slid it on
until it was firmly seated.

Erin asked again. "Will you marry me?"

Hugh felt the cool gold band around his finger and marveled at the
diamond, which winked at him. He looked Erin directly in the eyes. All
that was left was to step over the threshold.

"Yes. Yes Erin, I would be proud and honored to be your wife." Hugh's
eyes opened wide at his mistake. "I mean, your husband! Right, I meant
husband." But Hugh was uncertain.

Erin replied, without missing a beat. "And I will be proud and honored
to be your husband."

It was only later when Hugh realized that Erin never corrected her

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'I'm pregnant,' Hugh thought.

It was about 1:30 AM, and Hugh was sitting up in bed, not feeling
sleepy. The room was quiet, save for Erin's light snoring, and the
trees outside his window fluttered gently in the breeze. Hugh put a
hand on his abdomen.

'There's a baby growing in here.' Hugh marveled that he would be
carrying another human being, a child, inside. The concept was

'My son, or daughter. Hugh wondered which would be better. A son to
play football with? Or a daughter for pretty dresses? With my luck,' he
thought, 'it will be a daughter to play football with, or a son who
wants pretty dresses.'

'But who am I to judge? If my son wants to wear pretty dresses, then
let him.' Hugh made a vow, 'let this child develop in the most natural
way possible, free of prejudice and coercion.'

Hugh sighed. Here the child had just barely been conceived, and already
he was deciding how he would react if it was a son, and if the son
liked pretty clothes. 'This is ridiculous, might as well decide what
color suit he'll wear at graduation.'

Hugh continued to rub his tummy. He had a powerful urge to talk to the
baby, but he knew that was silly. 'It's like, what, 12 cells now?' But
still, he looked down and hugged himself. 'I think I'm getting an
inkling of what the mothering instinct feels like.' The need to take
care of the baby was overwhelming. Almost frustrating, in fact, since
there was nothing to be done.

Hugh looked around the room, lit by the soft glow of the nightlight.
Erin's face was idyllic. 'Did I look so untroubled when I slept?'
wondered Hugh. He doubted it. He remembered angry dreams of arguing
with nasty customers, lazy programmers.

'I certainly have been more relaxed as Erin,' Hugh decided, 'but I bet
that changes when the baby arrives. Of course, I should be back to
being Hugh by then,' he thought, ambivalently.

The moonlight peeked into the window through the trees, casting dancing
shadows on the far wall. Hugh watched the patterns for a while. After
a second, a glint inside the closet caught his eye.

Curious, Hugh quietly got out of bed and walked into the closet,
turning on the light.

The shiny object was a plastic bag on a hanger, which contained his
formal evening gown. Hugh had just picked it up from the tailor the
previous afternoon.

'Well, I guess I'll never have a chance to wear you,' Hugh thought
sadly. He took the dress of the rack and held it up.

It was beautiful, like Sleeping Beauty under glass. Hugh stroked his
hand across the plastic bag. He took a sidelong look at Erin, still
sleeping, and then slowly unzipped the bag. He slipped his hands into
the bag, across the rich fabric, and carefully pulled out the dress,
like the blossoming of a rose, the folds of fabric were released from
their clear plastic confinement.

It was strapless and off the shoulder. A hidden bodice would hug his
torso closely, following every curve. The outside was a veritable
waterfall of fabric, made of a smooth silk blend of pearly color and
shimmer, cascading down his body in fold after fold, gathered at one
side and ending just above the floor. It was a fluid masterpiece, which
was striking, asymmetric, and contemporary. For Hugh, it was perfect.

Hugh ran his hands over the fabric folds, touching and delighting in
the sensual feel of the fabric. It was an opulent use of fabric.

Hugh looked over again at Erin sleeping. She snorted softly, then
shifted, then turned over and resumed snoring. Hugh picked up a half-
slip, a strapless bra, garters, stockings, a necklace, and a pair of
high-heels. He turned off the light, and with a rustle, walked out of
the bedroom and into the living room, where he wouldn't disturb Erin

Hugh slipped out of his nightgown and tossed it onto the sofa. He was
naked except for panties now, a slim Irish beauty, with unkempt hair.
He started with the bra, which hugged his chest more tightly than he
was used to, causing his cleavage to plump out a bit. He grinned when
he saw the results reflected back at him through the window.

Next, the garter belt and stockings. Having straps running down his
legs felt strange, but Fenway had insisted that there were times when
dressing the part meant going all the way, and not skimping on the
parts that would be hidden. The garter hugged his hips. The stockings
were much finer than he had been used to, their caress felt more like a
breeze against his skin than fabric.

Next, the half-slip, which went down to his ankles. The silk against
the stockings was cool and light. The lace trim brushed against the
tops of his feet.

Hugh paused for a second. He thought he had heard something moving in
the bedroom. He held still, holding his breath. The refrigerator
clicked on and started humming. This was followed by a tired groan,
which he knew to be the automatic icemaker. After a few more minutes,
he continued.

Now it was time for the dress itself, which Hugh carefully opened. It
unzipped down the side, where the folds were gathered. Hugh spread out
the skirt and stepped inside. He pulled up the bodice, adjusted it over
his bosoms, and then reached down and slowly, carefully, zipped it up.
The zipper ran from his left hip to his underarm.

As he closed the zipper slowly, the fabric tightened around his body.
First around his hips and buns, then hugging his waist, then over his
rib cage, and finally compressing his breasts where it came together.
He did up the hook at the top, which completed the closure.

Hugh sighed. He had been holding his breath, and now he forced himself
to breathe normally. He couldn't help but run his hands down his dress,
stroking the folds of fabric, feeling his taut body underneath, feeling
how the tight bodice embraced, clung, and trapped his body in it's silk

Hugh stepped forward to the stereo that was in the living room. After a
second of searching, he selected a CD of Strauss Waltzes as being most
appropriate, and put it on at very low volume.

As he listened to the introduction to the first waltz, he stepped into
the high heels (4") and reached down for the necklace. It was a
necklace that Erin's father had given her, a beautiful light purple
topaz in a gold setting with a gold chain. It hung at just the right
length and served to add a little color and to draw the eye.

Hugh saw his reflection in the mirror and sighed with pleasure. He
smoothed the dress around his legs, and then danced lightly in circles,
enjoying the music, enjoying the dress, and pictured himself dancing
the waltz in Vienna, in the palace. He was a little unsteady in the
heels at first, but gradually he gained in confidence.


Hugh looked up, shocked. He almost stumbled. "Erin! How long have you
been watching?"

"I woke up when you left the bedroom. Here, I need help with these."

Hugh walked over and then realized that Erin was dressed too, in Hugh's
formal black tuxedo. On a whim, Hugh had bought it a few years back for
some company function, and had forgotten that he owned one.

Erin held up four gold studs. "How do these work?"

Hugh chuckled and used the studs to button up Erin's tuxedo shirt. "I
swear," Hugh exclaimed, after doing up the cufflinks and straightening
Erin's hair, "nothing, but nothing, makes a man look more elegant than
a black tuxedo. And that stubble," Hugh stroked her face, "just makes
you more roguish."

Erin then pulled on the tux jacket, trimmed in black silk. "Shall we
dance?" She held out her hand.

"Oh! Wait!" Hugh darted back to the closet, where he retrieved a pair
of long silk gloves. He walked back to the living room, and slipped
them on. They covered his arm over the elbow. They compressed and
stroked his arms intimately. Hugh stepped into Erin's arms, put one
hand in his, the other on his arm.

And they danced. Erin was definitely the better dancer, but Hugh had
had lessons with an old girlfriend and they paid off. After a few
clumsy steps, they both got into the rhythm of the dance and slowly
twirled around the living room in three-quarter time.

"Oh Hugh," Hugh said, using Erin's masculine name, which seemed
appropriate at the moment. "You dance divinely!"

"And you, Erin, the lovely lass so light in my arms, that dress is
enchanting." Erin leaned over and kissed Hugh, who giggled.

They continued to dance through two more waltzes, with the kisses
becoming more and more frequent, until gradually, they stopped, music
swirling around them, lost in fabric, arms, smells, gloves, and lips.

End of Story

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