It gave off a golden glow as it reflected the light of theflames. I was too far away to discern any engravings or other markings onit; it appeared as ...a smooth and featureless, perfectly shaped little roundplate to me. Involuntarily and almost without being aware of it, I held mybreath. Like in so many tales of fantasy (and was this just another one?),a small and superficially inoffensive object was the key to the destiny ofthe Universe.The man reached out his hand to touch the amulet, but the. He would keep his penis and testicles and would not grow breasts. But,in terms of chemical and synaptic activity, he would be entirelytransformed. Or "they," rather. Jerry was now a Mod. And, whether theycould accept it or not, they would emerge from the chamber as far moreof a woman than a man.I flipped to the skin view and checked the status of Jerry's epiduralrefabrication. The machine was still rethreading Jerry's pores with areduced size. The machine's billion microscopic arms bobbed in. ”“We must be two very lucky women I would say, with what you just said about your husband.”“Looking at you two, and watching him around you, and how his eyes just light up when you come into the room, and when he talks about you, I would say you are so right.”“I know I’m really lucky.”“I know I am too.”“I wish we had more time to chat, but I do know you may have work to do, and myself I wouldn’t mind it if the four of us got together some time, for like a supper, so that we could maybe catch up. I loved it. As I told you before, I have, from my earliest sexual experiences, loved being in control of my partner.I slid myself back about three more inches away from my father’s cock, eliciting both a groan from his throat and an effort to slide himself and his meat back toward my hole, an effort I parried by pressing my knees together against his body, pinning him to the recliner, but still affording him an unimpeded view of my arousal-scented sex: I could smell myself lathering, so I knew.