"There's one!" she heard someone yell.

She saw that in front of the doorway, there were a crowd of picketters. They help up signs that said "Murders are performed here!" and other radical slogans. Clearly, and anit-abortion group.

Yes it was true that the doctors at the clinic performed that procedure from time to time, but it was rare. Normally only if the mother's life was in danger. They would steer people to counseling first, and try to get the mothers to keep the baby, and give it up for adoption. But if all else failed, the procedure was done. But this was rare. Only a very small fraction of their patients came for abortions. The vast majority were there for other women's health issues. Breast cancer screenings. Pap smears. Tubal ligations. Any health service a woman might require.

As Karrie attempted to walk in the door, the men blocked the way.

"Excuse me" she said politely.

"I'm not letting you in there to help commit murder" said one man.

"Murder?" said Karrie. "We help women here. You don't understand."

"Oh I understand all right. You help them kill their babies" he said belligerently.

Soon other men joined in harassing her. They had no idea what they were saying! They had no idea what it was like for a woman who was pregnant and scared. Or the victim of a rape who was carrying a child now. The only abortion scheduled for the week was one for such a woman. How could a man possibly understand what it would feel like to be carrying a baby that was fathered by the a man who raped you?

They kept harassing her. One of them even shoved her back.

"Excuse me! You don't have to hit me!" she said, getting more and more angry.

"You commit violence in there, killing innocent children" he said smugly.

Karrie looked around for help. There was none. The TV crews were filming, the reports were writing notes, but nobody would help her. In fact, the camera crews got right in her face. The police were there, but they kept their distance. She didn't know that the police commissioner's political career had been bankrolled by Hal Bosworth III. There would be no help from the police today.

They shouted at her, insulted her, called her a sinner and a murderer. All her life had been dedicated to helping people, but these *men* hated her! Just because of where she worked! They didn't understand anything. How could the do this to her? She broke down and began to cry.

A woman walked up, who Karrie recognized as a patient. Immediately, Karrie wiped away the tears, and went over to her. She would help this poor woman get out of here before she had to endure the same thing Karrie had just gone through. Even in a time of crisis like this, her first instinct was to protect and help people. This poor woman's husband had just left her, after she had told him that she was pregnant. The husband was having an affair, and left her alone. He had hidden all of their money, so this poor woman had nothing. Yet she was going to keep the baby. She was only coming into the clinic to monitor a health condition she had that could effect the pregnancy. She was there to *save* the baby, not kill it.

But before Karrie could reach her, the men swarmed down on her like savage beasts. They accused her of coming there to kill her child. This of course put the woman in tears immediately. Nothing could have been further from the truth, and she was hurt! With all of the hormones stirring within her, her emotions were running high. Immediately the tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"Look what you did to her!" yelled Karrie, fiery with rage. "You didn't need to do that! She's here to make sure her baby is healthy! You have no idea what you're talking about!"

"I don't believe you" said one man. "Why should I believe a word that a murderer says?"

Karrie had enough. That was the last straw. Her rage boiled over, and she did something out of her character. She let her emotions get the best of her.

"All you men think you know everything!" she bellowed. "You don't. You don't understand anything!

I wish to god that you were all women so you could feel what its like!"

Just at that moment, as if on cue, the clouds finally burst open. A flash of light and a boom of thunder heralded in the rain drops, which at first were large and scattered, but then a torrent let loose from the sky. As the storm raged, the camera crews scrambled to get back to their vans. The reports notes were all soaked, and their PDAs covered with water. The picket signs blew away in the gust of wind, and the men scrambled to get to their cars.

Only the police had been smart enough to wear their rain ponchos. Officer Greene smiled. He was glad that the rain had broken up the demonstration. He had almost ignored orders when that woman got pushed, but his captain was there, and he put out his arm to stop officer Greene. Ignoring a direct order from his captain would have gotten him fired. So he stopped.

"This damn thing leaks" said Captain Powell as the got in the cruiser. He hated field work.

Meanwhile, Karrie had seized the opportunity, and had helped the woman get in the door before the rain became hard. They hardly had a drop on them, while the protesters had all been soaked. They smiled at each other. It was poetic justice.

* * *

But nobody knew the true extent of the poetic justice. Not until that night. When Hal Bosworth III himself got home, after his dutiful wife Joan cooked him dinner, cleaned the kitchen, put the five children to bed, and cleaned up after them, her husband wanted sex.

She had wanted to go on the pill or get her tubes tied, but he forbade it. It was a sin in his opinion, and if she got pregnant again, well that was just fate. She loved sex, at least the though of it with someone who cared about her needs too (which was Hal!). He was in and out, and when he was done, too bad if it wasn't good for her.

She had lately been able to talk him into having oral sex. That way, she wouldn't get pregnant, and she could get it over quickly. She hated it too, but it turned him on, and it was easier. She couldn't take having a sixth baby.

When they got in bed, she wanted to cuddle and kiss first. But he just told her to take off his pants and do him. She obliged, but her eyes got big when she looked between his legs.

"My god Hal..."

"I'm that big today? Get right on it babe."

"But Hal, its..."

"Didn't you hear me? Do it!" he roared. She knew better than to disobey him. Last time she had said 'no', the bruises took two weeks to heel. She went down on him, but in a different way than normal.

The difference was his genitals, and their new form. She had tried to tell him, but he didn't listen. He never listened. So why should this be different? She took her tongue, and stuck it into the top of his new slit. She worked it in a little, until she felt the touch of the clitoris. She went to work at it, and listened as he moaned.

"Oh baby! This is the best ever! Whatever you're doing, keep at it!"

She took her hands, slipped them under his shirt, and felt up until she found his nipples. She pinched them as she worked with her tongue, just as she had wished he would do for her. He never did of course. But this drove him crazy, and he began to come, again and again.

Hal's eyes rolled back into his head at this incredible feeling. He was hit with wave after wave of pure pleasure, and he just could not believe how wonderful this was today! Normally she made him come quick as he like, but this was something else! It just kept going and going, and was better and better.

She kept at it, until he became very tender. He laughed then let out a squeal.

"Stop it!" he had to say. He couldn't take another touch. It was so sensitive.

His wife sat up, and wiped the juice from her face. He had been lubricating quite a bit, and it ran down her chin.

"Oh god that was great" he said, short of breath still.

"Now you do me like that" she ventured. Perhaps today he might oblige.

"Like that? Its different with a woman. I don't want to put my tongue into your pussy."

"But I did it for you!" she protested.

"But that's different. You just sucked me."

"No I didn't" she protested. He still didn't realize what had happened to him!

"You're talking crazy, woman!" he said. "You make no sense."

"You should understand women dear, now that you're one too" she said in a snide tone of voice.

"That's it, you're gonna get it" he said, sitting up so he could smack her in the face.

That was when he saw it. Between his legs. It was gone! His manhood! Gone! No! Impossible!

"Oh my god...." he said.

"I just made you come, like a woman. Like I've wanted you to make me come" said his wife. She had enough of him, and decided that it was time for her to take charge. "As you can see, you're a woman now too. You say a woman's place is to serve. Well things are going to change. You're going to serve *me* now."

"This can't be real! I'm not a woman!" he said weakly, but it was a useless protest. The pussy between his legs was all the proof that was needed.

"You're a girl now Hal. No, I think I'll call you Harriet from now on.

"No..." said Harriet weakly, protesting her new name.

"Yes, *Harriet*. You're my woman now. Let's get your legs shaved, and get you into some pretty clothes."

Harriet was too beaten down inside to disobey. She knew nothing about being a woman! But Joan did. She looked up to Joan with puppy dog eyes. Joan would take care of her. Joan would show her what to do. She loved Joan. She would help her out.

* * *

All across town, there were similar stories. The police captain. The reporters. And the members of STAB. Every man who had been soaked by the rain had been transformed. By midnight, each of them had discovered that between their legs, they were now women. Their wives and girlfriends had been overjoyed, and had taken control of their relationships. All of them were now quiet, shy women. Their outward looks were still the same, but that was about to change as well.

* * *

Karrie was relived the next day when there were no protesters at work. The previous day's events kept the clientele down for the day, so it was somewhat slow. But at 4:30, just before close, there was a walk-in. A man and his wife. They both went to the back room, and waited for the doctor.

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