" So, how is the project going" I asked as we finished our coffee in a quiet corner of the lunchroom. I watched a slight glow of red flare up her neck...from her open shirt and on to her face as she stammered a bit, and finally said, " well there is a problem, and I was sort of hoping you could help ". To calibrate the equipment, I need to establish a base line, and that requires human semen." I just smiled, and said " there must be lots of men who would just love to help you with that project.". "I moved my hands from my side and reached for my balls and my penis, butthey were both gone. A wave of emotions fell over me as I realized thegravity of the situation. I had gone to sleep as a boy and had woken upas a woman.A woman! Do I have breasts, I wondered? Of course I do! They blockedmy view of the door. "Is it okay to touch them?" I asked."Yes, sweetheart. It's okay. You're all healed. We were just waitingfor you to wake up." But I thought I'd be sore. And how come there. Suddenly, as if she just remembered that this whole exercize was meant to teach me a lesson, her half closed eyes widened. The soft sensuous expression she had worn only moments before, quickly evaporated and she gave me a cold piercing stare that penetrated my core. Veronica straightened up, combed the hair away from her face with both hands, shaking her head to free the tangles. Out of the blue she offered me a little history lesson. ‘Howdy, I guess you forgot that Bethie’s mom Abigail, and. The reason being, I just don't like working with this material, and the quicker I could finish working with it the better. I would then use the axe to cut the logs to length, and when I got the truck up here, I could use the winch to load the logs onto the trucks tray, unless they were too long.There were a lot of things I had to do before starting this work. Like digging out the centre, erecting the stone retaining wall, and laying a stone base for the logs to lie on to prevent rot. Now I have.