Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 21:00:08 -0000
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon 7

     Thus our lives continued for the next
month.   Billy regularly serving me and guarding
me as our puppies grew within me. It was the
start of the second month that I really began to
show!
     At first I felt the odd tiny twitch inside
me then eventually there seemed to be a whole
football match going on.    I started to give
little gasps at odd times then sagged with
delight, as the whole litter seemed to rearrange
themselves and send my belly into paroxysms of
delight.
     Billy would often sense my excitement and
nuzzle my belly protectively.   Eventually, I
started to show and Jack finally noticed.    One
quiet late afternoon as the club was quiet and
the restaurants had closed he joined me behind
the bar.   I was stretching to change the drink
dispensers and he reached supportively to steady
my.       His hand brushed against my tummy and
he nodded knowingly.
     "You're pregnant aren't you?"
     I Gasped nervously and turned to face him
as I nodded resignedly.
     "I thought so.    You're forgetting that
I'm a doctor and I've been a father twice
myself.   Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
     "No," I replied softly.
     "Well why didn't you tell me?     You're a
partner in the club now.   You can take
maternity leave if you wish.   How far gone are
you?"
     I swallowed nervously.    'How could I tell
him I was only one month gone and only another
month or so to go?' I asked myself.   Cautiously
I replied.
     "I'm about half way."
     "Mm, yes.   About five months I should say.
Do you want me to check you over?"
     Now came the crunch.
     "No.   Not yet, there are no
complications."
     Then Jack gasped as he remembered.
     "Oh my God!     But, you're a transsexual!
You can't have babies; - can you?" he added as
uncertainty crossed his mind.
     I nodded nervously as I replied.
     "Well- Yes, sort of."
     "What d'you mean!"
     "It's a private thing.   It's nothing to do
with you.     It's all about the experiments in
Africa."
     He sensed I was reluctant and studied my
concernedly.
     "Don't you want to talk about it?"
     "Not really," I replied, "I lied just now.
There are some complications."
     His expression softened as he spoke softly.
     "It's best to talk.   Troubles shared, are
troubles halved.   I can help you, you know
that."
     "I can't.     I just can't talk about it.
Not now anyway."
     He reached towards me and gave me a hug as
he whispered.
     "I won't talk to anybody about it.     I
know what it means to be betrayed.   Just look
at me.    Before I met my wife, my life as a
tranny was hell.    I know all about betrayal
and ridicule.   This club- it's my salvation as
well as my business.   Where would I be without
this  -and you?"
     I knew Jack was right.    His club -our
club now shone like a beacon of sanctuary to all
that found their lives unbearable.    I knew
Jack to be the very soul of discretion but this-
this pregnancy of mine.   How could I tell
anybody about it?        Worse still how could I
explain that I wanted to have my pups.   I would
be certified insane and put away immediately.
How could anybody understand how I reconciled my
transexualism with the wonder of bringing forth
life?   I wanted to share that one essential
wonder with all natural mothers.   Yes!   I
wanted my pups and I wanted to know what
motherhood was about.    I decided to keep my
counsel.
     "Not now Jack.    It's all too much at the
moment.   I'll tell you if there's any problems,
but for now, just let it lie.   Don't tell
anybody I'm pregnant.    Yes- there are
complications; complications that you'll never
understand."
     Jack's shoulders sagged slightly.   He was
a loving understanding gentle man who was always
prepared to help.     God knows!   Thousands of
agonised, sexually dysphoric souls had passed
through his club-cum-clinic since it had opened.
Now his most trusted business partner was not
prepared to share her problems.     Reluctantly
he turned to leave with one last word
     "Well, when you need my help, and you will
love; don't hesitate.   Until then take it easy.
I don't want you miscarrying.    When you're too
far gone to work, take some leave- as much as
you like."
     "Thanks Jack," I smiled as his heels
clicked away down the corridor to his office.
     A few weeks later I was indeed 'too far
gone to work'.     Several times, Jack had
expressed his concerns and shook his head in
confusion as he watched my bump growing daily.
I realised now that I was carrying a lot of
puppies.   If I lay on the bed whilst they
moved, my belly seemed to ripple like a bag of
grubs.   I decided it was time to tell Jack.
He was getting really worried.  He watched my
bump growing with what, to his human medical
perceptions, seemed like alarming speed.
     "Do you think it may be cancer or
something?   I really wish you'd let me check
you over," he asked me several times.
     "No," I tried to reassure him.  "There are
just a few complications resulting from the
experimental implants."

     I was slowly trying to prepare him for the
shocking truth by vaguely alluding to the
experimental nature of my treatment.    It was
getting more difficult though.   My bump was
growing enormously and everybody in the club
kept asking.      It was no longer a secret.
If ever the time to 'drop out' and disappear was
needed, it was now!
     I chose my moment as close to my time as I
could.    There could be no going back on
parturition now.     The puppies were too far
gone.   Cautiously I prepared the ground over
the last weeks of pregnancy.   One afternoon,
when things were really quiet, I invited Jack
into my apartment.    He knew immediately that
it was something important because my apartment
was sacrosanct.
     Nobody but nobody was ever invited into my
inner sanctum.    It was my secret secure place,
the only place I could feel really safe.     It
was a hangover from my childhood abuse in care.
As Jack stepped cautiously through the door,
Billy let out a low warning growl.
     "Quiet Billy!"   I ordered.
     Billy stopped growling but he moved closer
to protect me - and his investment!   Jack
looked at Billy and grinned as he extended a
cautious hand to stroke him.     In the club,
Billy was everybody's pet but here in my
apartment Jack knew it was different.    Billy
guarded me, and me alone!    As he approached
the magnificent beast, Billy stood to place
himself between Jack and me.   Jack grinned
knowingly.
     "He's definitely your dog isn't he?"


     I nodded agreement and stroked Billy gently
to reassure him that Jack meant no harm.
Billy relaxed and wagged his tail slightly as
Jack finally managed to touch the beautifully
soft, shiny, black and tawny coat.     That
broke the ice and in seconds Jack was giving
Billy an affectionate hug as he always did down
in the club.    With the formalities over, Jack
turned seriously to me as he asked softly.
     "What is it love?" he asked concernedly.
     "I think it's time that you knew the
truth," I replied, "about this bump."
     I patted my massively swollen belly and
flopped exhaustedly on the bed.    Billy settled
beside me on the bed as Jack studied my lump.
     "Is there something wrong with the baby
then?"
     "Not really.   It's just that things are a
bit different."
     "What d'you mean?"
     I took his hand and placed it on my bump.
Within seconds the puppies responded to the
pressure. They all started to flip and kick in
all directions.
     Jacks eyes widened with surprise and he
whipped his hands away.
     "My God!    What's going on in there?
It must be a multiple."
     "Probably more than that."    I replied
softly.
     "Have you been for a scan?"   He asked.
     "No.    It's normal with puppies."
     He looked puzzled for a few moments before
the penny dropped and he stared at me in shock.
     "What!    D'you mean you're having pu -?"
     I nodded again as his jaw worked
soundlessly with shock.   Eventually he found
his voice again.
     "But, but how?   I mean -, it's not
possible.   You're a human!"
     "Only parts of me Jack.    It's the
treatment in Africa.     My girly parts are pure
Alsatian, pure bitch, to put it politely."
     "Oh my God!"   Gasped Bill as he pulled his
hand away.   "You mean your carrying puppies in
there?"
     I nodded again and his eyes fell on Billy.
     "I suppose there's no need to ask who the
father is."
     I nodded again and Jack wagged his head in
disbelief.   Fortunately, Jack was a very
understanding, compassionate and tolerant man.
The success of the club was proof of that.
Since his clinic had opened, he had encountered
the whole ambit of sexual dysphoria.
     Mine was just one more to add to the file.
He dragged up a chair and looked into my eyes.
What he saw convinced him.
     "It's not just zoorotisism is it?    You
really want these babies don't you?"
     I nodded again as tears filled my eyes.
Gently he took me hand as Billy whined and
rested his head on my tummy.     He stroked
Billy's head with his other hand as the enormity
of the situation began to fade and the practical
issued began to occupy him.
     "You'll want to keep it secret then?"
     "Of course," I sobbed.
     "So you'll have to take leave of the club
until this is all finished."
     "I could have them here.   Nobody ever
comes up here, nobody would know."
     "For how long?" pressed Jack?
     "Well the pups are due in a couple of
days."
     "Shit!    There's not much time!"
     "There's not much to do.    You could say I
have gone away for tests and when I come back
declare that the pregnancy was false.   It was a
benign ovarian cist or something, -a side effect
of the drugs."
     "Hmm, that sounds plausible," he agreed.
"O.K. then we'll give it a go.      We'll go
shopping this evening and get all the
necessaries.    Baby feed bottles and stuff."
     "We won't need those I confessed."
     "Why?" He asked.
     By way of an answer, I raised my maternity
smock and flipped down the waistband of my
panties to reveal my eight swollen bitch nipples
already showing signs of lactation.    As Jacks
eyes widened in shock.      Billy sensed the
tension and rose to protect me.   Jack studied
the picture and grinned as he addressed Billy.
     "Don't worry dad.   I'm not going to hurt
your investment."
     Then he turned to me again.
     "Is this why he's always been by your side
lately?"
     "Yes I whispered as I ruffled Billy's neck
and he gently nosed my exposed nipples.   His
wet tongue tickled me and I twitched self-
consciously.
     Jacks eyes widened questioningly.
     "Are they erotic as well?"

     I nodded embarrassedly as I tugged down the
hem of my smock to preserve what little modesty
I could.
     "My God Beverly, I could write a whole book
about you."
     "But you're not going to," I begged
fearfully.
     "Oh no.   If there's one thing I've learned
since I opened the clinic, it's patient
confidentiality."
     I sagged with relief and Jack rose to
leave.   Billy looked up expectantly and wagged
his tail.   My relief had somehow transmitted
itself his 'extra-sensory' awareness.   Dog's
seemed to have this thing, or at least, my Billy
did.     As he reached the door Jack turned to
me again.
     "Just promise me one thing Beverly."
     "Go on," I replied cautiously.
     "Make this the first and last litter.    If
I felt one puppy in there, I must have felt a
dozen.   That's probably why you're so big, "
     I swallowed nervously.
     `Hell!   A dozen puppies!  I only had eight
bitch tits, - and two more girly ones.     Would
they be enough? I asked myself.'
     "Just take lots of rest and I'll do your
shopping," were Jacks' last words as he slipped
away.