Williams very quietly, seeing the lean frame of her older son as he came from the barn, scattering chickens, head down as he scuffed the dirt, obvious...y thinking about something. "No, I meant Robert." Did I hear my name?" Robert asked, coming through the open back door."You're home early," Mrs. Williams said as her son brushed her cheek in his usual perfunctory kiss, tickling her neck with his whispy beard. "We were talking about love, Annie and I were, woman talk. You wouldn't be interested.". This wasn't his room;this was Linda's room."Oh God, it is my room." He remembered that he was now stuck as Linda.Getting out of bed he felt so...different. He, Linda that is, was infantastic shape. She had not only been a brain and a beauty, but also anathlete. He had never felt so ?in shape'.He looked at his reflection in the vanity and felt a tinge of guiltknowing that Linda was waking up to his body. He had never really caredabout being in shape. Honestly, he had cared, but try as he might,. It was just her in the basement, and tens of thousands of semen samples, and a clangorous robot programmed to know which batch was considered expired and bring them to the swallower.She had the city council of this farming community to thank for the existence of her position. A year ago, some bored crackpot started a rumor that went viral with all the soccer moms: semen from the clinic was poisoning the town’s water supply. An ordinance had passed classifying all sperm (frozen or otherwise). She said that me with you on the train that day. Then I realized and started to chat with her we were talking for some 30mins and she said I was not in good so called you. I said no probs I will save your no you can call me anytime without knowing I said babe. She smiled and cut the call this continued for next three days. For the next weekend she said she planned to go in train to her native. I said I got some work in my company and its difficult for me.Then after two days I got call from her.