All’s not well in Alex’s universe. A pregnant Grace is missing, and John Large goes berserk. Is it part of a greater plot?
Can Alex find Grace and their baby in time? A worldwide search is undertaken. Gods, long thought to be legends, are discovered. The world is a much more complex place than even Alex contemplated.
Earth has been visited by alien races of unprecedented powers in the past. Will they return in the future? Will there be sufficient time to prepare? Can Alex and her clones save Earth?
The alarm clock woke me. My wife, Grace, hadn’t come home again. My stomach churned. I had to roll over. Finding a comfortable position was getting more and more difficult. I felt like a punching bag, with six little feet and six small fists pummeling me from the inside. Why was I so stupid or arrogant to decide to have three babies at once? One was bad enough. Now, I have to look forward to that experience times three.
Since we’d come back to LA, my life had taken a turn for the worse. Grace was never home—business interests. What was she doing with John Large? She even refused my mental probes. I didn’t want to force the issue, but...I couldn’t take much more. I knew John Large, the famous porn star, was screwing her. With a name like that, what would you expect? Am I jealous? You bet I am. I want John as well.
I had to admit I wasn’t whiter than white, either. When we got back, Blondie had made it obvious she wanted to restart our relationship, and I had obliged. In Sheila’s body, I had seduced Mano as well, just to add a touch of complexity.
I look back with fondness to my simple days as Alex. In those days, it was just me with my two babies, and lots of sex and money. Then I went on my trip to discover myself. Why did I do that? Okay, now I was happy with my body. I’m truly a man and a woman, needing both men and women sexually. I smiled. Some days I want to penetrate, and other times to be penetrated.
On my journey I had discovered two other versions of me—Peter and Sheila. Peter isn’t the problem. He’s maturing very quickly, as he should, considering the number of years he has walked this planet. Sheila, on the other hand, is me, my identical twin.
When the mind of the Goddess Tefnut died in Amsterdam, the only thing left was an empty husk that was once a body. I possessed the body and have been living as both Sheila and John Smith for the past five months. It’s stressful always being two people in two different places at the same time. I initially thought I would take turns possessing Sheila with my children. I tried it twice, a total disaster both times. A child controlling an adult’s body just doesn’t work.
Living as two people, John Smith and Sheila Thompson, twenty-four hours a day, was taking a toll, even on me. It wasn’t too bad if I could leave one body on automatic, to eat, drink, take bathroom visits and sleep. This gave me additional bandwidth to cope with whatever complex issue the other body had.
A year ago, Hiroshi had come into my life as my martial arts teacher. I soon discovered he was more than just a martial arts master. He was also a mystic. He could see auras. Every living thing has life energy, and a few lucky people can see it. It manifests as a surrounding glow. Hiroshi’s aura is emerald, Blondie’s is lemon, and mine is all the colors of the rainbow, forever changing. The aura can tell you many things about the person. For example, if they’re sick, it’s fluctuating, or if sexually aroused, it’s bright red. Hiroshi soon became my teacher, confidant, and friend. He accompanied me on my around-the-world trip. I had to heal him in Bangkok, and this made our bond even more special. I found I could talk to him telepathically, even when we’re far apart physically.
Hiroshi, I need to talk to you.
I hear you. What can I do for you?
My life’s a disaster. Since we got back, I’ve really messed everything up. I knew Grace would want John again. I should have got involved in her business, but I didn’t. I fucked Blondie instead, and to make matters worse, as Sheila, I screwed Mano as well. What do I do now?
I can’t help you on specifics. But...prioritize. You have interests all over the world, and you have personal needs. You can’t switch off your female or your male half. Remember what happened to Peter. He became Dracula! Make a list of all the things that are important to you. The most significant item will be your number one, and the least essential the last. Then start working down the list.
Thank you... I think.
Don’t forget to exercise and meditate. Hiroshi signed off.
I came to a decision. I couldn’t stay as John Smith any longer. My pregnancy was already showing, and I didn’t want to be front page Inquirer or Star news. Pregnant man gives birth to triplets! It was time to switch bodies and identities. Today, I would go home to Beverly Hills as Sheila Thompson, Alexander’s aunt. Sheila, in exchange, would become John Smith living in Pacific Palisades. At least I would get my old room back.
I needed to change from John Smith, male, to Sheila Thompson, female. After I showered, I walked over to Grace’s wardrobe and picked out one of the maternity dresses. I tried it on and it fit. Yes, this will do perfectly. I kept my long brunet hair down. I only tied it back in a ponytail when I was John Smith, male.
