Manbreaker
17: Melanie’s Wish
Part 7
Melanie:
Heather and I were just about to bail on the entire thing: one look and we almost communicated that to each other. Daisy, still on the toilet, looked up at us.
“It’s fine. I can explain everything. I’m sorry I startled you like that.”
“How can you be… conscious?”
“Same way you are?”
“But—?”
“Let me get some context, if you don’t mind. Could you hand me a tampon

Manbreaker
16: Melanie’s Wish
Part 6
Heather:
I feel so powerful and so powerless at the same time. Individually: powerless, I think. A life is starting inside me and I am compelled, for the next couple of decades at least, to taking care of it, no matter how exhausting that process is, no matter what that does to me.
Together with my love Melanie, we feel unimaginably powerful. My belly is going to grow and swell and in nine months I’m going to spread my legs and push and a new lif

Manbreaker
15: Melanie’s Wish
Part 5
Inseparable.
There was no other way to describe Melanie and I as graduation approached. We spent as much time with each other as we possibly could and it still hurt to be apart from her: my heart aches for her even when I’m with her.
We took dance classes together: it was just one more opportunity for me to admire her body, watch her move, learn to coordinate my movements with her, watch her watching me, and realize the entire time: she’s mi

Manbreaker
14: Melanie’s Wish
Part 4
Now that I knew Trevor’s eventual fate I found myself perennially focused on it, very self-aware of my feelings, wanting to preserve his time on Earth as long as I can by thinking of him as a hunk of a guy and Melanie’s and my sex partner, not as our future child, consciously avoiding acting like his mother; ignoring that tag sticking up from his shirt collar or wanting to smooth down his hair where he didn’t comb it just right. In bed

Manbreaker
13: Melanie’s Wish
Part 3
This is you… at eighteen?
Yes. Well, maybe idealized a little bit. But—
Wow.
. . .
“I’m… Heather. Heather McAllister.”
The look in Melanie’s eyes: confidence. I’d gotten up from my seat and crossed the Student Center just to find out who she was: something I’d never have done for a guy even if he was super-cute like Trevor.
“I know,” Melanie said. “I’ve been watching you.&rd

Manbreaker
12: Melanie’s Wish
Part 2
Wow, Melanie, that was really thorough… and really cool.
Thanks. See you in a few years.
. . .
My name is Heather McAllister. I live in a pretty nondescript smallish house in suburbia with my older brother Dennis and my little sister Marie. My mom coaches women’s professional soccer: she was the MVP on the team that won the Women’s World Cup a little more than a year ago and still gets autograph requests once in a while: my dad, Tom

Manbreaker
11: Melanie’s Wish
Part 1
Tom: I am married to the woman of my dreams. It was a smallish ceremony: Melanie didn’t want to bring too much attention to what we’d done, with her marrying a former, wrongly-convicted client; but we had friends and family and more than a few other clients.
Now in private practice rather than working for the government reforming criminals, our plan is to live out a modest, comfortable life in the real world while treating selected customers

Manbreaker
10: Janet’s Revenge
Melanie:
“Oh, my lord.” Janet Perthing opened her eyes. “That was something.”
“It’s exactly what happened, to the best of our recollection,” I said.
Richard had called his spouse - whom he hadn’t lived with for four months, and was in the early stages of divorce proceedings, and told her what he’d done. She was furious with him, of course, and the pitiful plea “but now I know what it’s like to

Manbreaker
9:
The Booty Call
Part
3
Tom:
Our daughter is a woman now and we couldn’t be more proud of her.
Leah
lay in bed for a while, still entangled, still wet with the entire
room smelling of sex and excitement, wondering if any of what she’d
experience made the threshold of love.
At least that’s what I think she was wondering.
Lewis
was the last to recover. He looked down at himself; his manhood still
streaked with dried secretions. He looked over at Kristy, who had her
fingers betwee

Manbreaker
8:
The Booty Call
Part
2
Melanie:
Suddenly there was violence: Heather and Arya’s genetics coming
together at Richard’s expense. With the last little speck of
himself enabling the fertilization, a sudden burst of femininity and
motherhood and life
all coming together and our daughter replacing him inside Heather’s
amazing body. It would be the last bit of awareness our passenger
would have for quite some time, but I wanted him to experience it:
new life beginning, right there, h

Manbreaker
7:
The Booty Call
Part
1
Melanie:
I
hung up the phone and turned to Tom. “Well, that
was weird.”
“You
were on for quite some time,” Tom said. “I made lunch.” He
turned and presented a beautifully arranged platter with sandwiches
and potato salad, and I looked up at the clock to see that it was
indeed afternoon. I kissed him.
“I’m
not sure if that was a professional consultation or a booty call,”
I said.
Dr.
Richard Perthing III, Ph.D, is the man who initially worked

Manbreaker
Part
6: Storytellers
(intro)
Melanie
opened her eyes. She was staring at Tom, facing him, her breathing
synchronized with his, and he was staring back at her. She said
nothing, for more than three minutes; an eternity, only twice her
eyes darting away to confirm that she was back in her own body, that
she was a woman, that she was in her own bedroom.
“That
was fabulous,” she whispered. “Take
a break?”
“Absolutely.”
When
Melanie tentatively unwrapped her fingers from Tom’

Manbreaker
Part
5: Taming the wild stallion
“Are
you dying to go back right
now
and just do whatever you want, you and me?” Melanie asked, eyes
twinkling.
“Yes.”
“Good.
Me too. But… Tom… one warning: if we go where I think we’re
headed, there may very well be no coming back from it. We may both
end up very different people than we are now.”
“Fine
with me. As long as we’re together, Melanie, I’d do anything.”
Melanie
went to lean back, and propped herself up again. “I�

Manbreaker
Part
4: Everywhere
Thomas
McAllister caught up to Melanie at the top of her sweeping, carpeted
stairway. It encircled a large chandelier which created sparkles of
light on wallpapered walls.
Taking
one step down the stairs, Tom grabbed the railing, and understood
then that his balance was different than it had been as Heather.
Melanie caught sight of this and smiled. “You’ll get your ‘man
legs’ back in a few minutes,” she said. “Weird, isn’t it? And
don’t you feel like

Manbreaker
Part
3: Heather
Thomas
McAllister took a deep breath. He was sitting next to Melanie
Benton, on the same sunny hillside as before; infinitely more
pleasant than the blank void she’d previously subjected him to.
She
patted his his leg., and then, in a cheery voice: “Okay. That
concludes your backstage tour! Heather, you’re up.”
Nothing
happened.
Melanie
elbowed Tom in his upper arm. “Pssst: You’re
Heather,
remember?”
“Oh.
Okay, but—“
“But…
what?”
“What

Manbreaker
Part
2: Backstage Pass
“We’re
too late,” came another voice, just outside the door.
The
case made the news, despite all efforts to prevent just that. Lawyers
and courtrooms and the media attempted to deal with the fact that
this was bound to happen eventually: that this novel means of
rehabilitating a criminal in “minutes” was one thing when applied
to an actual criminal, but the now-innocent defendant couldn’t
defend himself.
His bumbling attorneys expected a windfall jud

Manbreaker
Part
1: Teardown
Kate
Gensel looked up from her computer screen at the older woman who was
standing, impatiently, in front of her desk. The woman was tense,
almost to the point of shaking. She let that sink in for a moment
before calmly asking:
"Yes,
Alice, what can I do for you? You seem--"
"The
McAllister case," Alice blurted out.
Kate
hated these interruptions but did her best not to snap. The cleanup
paperwork for criminal cases could easily be handled through