Margaret lay back down and was reaching to turn out the lamp when the door opened. Chuck. And he was clad only in a pair of close-fitting silk jockey ...shorts.“Chuck! W-What do you want?” Margaret exclaimed, gripping the covers tightly.“I heard you cry out. What’s wrong?” he said, striding forward.“Nothing – nothing at all! I just had a b-bad dream. I’m fine now,” she stammered apprehensively. “G-Go back to bed, Chuck. Goodnight!”“Poor thing!” Chuck said solicitously, ignoring her. He sat. He gave the system a diagnostic and then specifically targeted the board, all his tests came back fine. The outside world was once again plugged in and we all smiled. As we walked back to reception Carol said nothing. We shook hands and looked towards Keith. ‘I know why. Find out who. It was a pleasure seeing you, Mr. Jameson.’ Both of us watched her walk down the corridor. I shrugged and Keith and I shook on it. My work was done, it was all down to Keith now. Ginny was waiting when I got. She hoped that I would be able to adjust as I had littlechoice now that Anne and Harold were my new employers - and my Masterand Mistress.I realized that as soon as I agreed to stay, the changes in my lifewould continue. Now what was a summertime misadventure blossomed intoa new full time career, and a new full-time gender change. Judy and Iboth had new positions. But she was moving up the career ladder witha higher paying, more prestigious position, while I would continue tobe the family maid.. Don’t you see the resemblance?” In her hand was the picture from the solicitors. She turned the photo over, for me to read, ‘Your sister Jennifer’, written in the same handwriting as the letter my father left me. “If you’re not satisfied, you can both have a DNA test tomorrow.” Pushing the picture in my hand, she turned around and walked away.Putting my things back in my overnight bag, I started to make my way to the reception so I could check-out. The manager tried to talk me into staying.