I moved my flight up another week, told both my sister and my roommate about it, and three hours later, after a series of tests, I was released. Zoe was waiting for me, and she insisted I stayed at her place, rather than in the hotel. So she could keep an eye on me in case the swelling would come back. But we both knew she needed someone herself, another woman, even if that woman was a stranger. Yet I wasn't a stranger and I wondered if it would help her if I told her that.

On our way to the hotel to get my stuff, she asked about my dress, which miraculously had not one spot of blood on it. If Jack had liked it, and again I was honest. He sure had. She nodded, a sad smile on her face.

I changed in the hotel into something more casual, my travel outfit, and I knew I would have to do some shopping to get through the next week, a funeral dress included. Zoe told me I could do some laundry at her place, but it wouldn't be enough.

She left me at her hairdresser for an hour, and what I never understood as a man, it was a relief as a woman to just sit down and have someone pamper you. They washed my hair, massaging carefully around my still noticeable bump. I had a choice between all short, or a special “punkish” one side short, while the rest was long. I guess the latter would be my style for a while.

Feeling much better, driving “home” with Zoe gave me an idea of how many memories I still possessed of my old life. And when I carried my luggage straight to the guest room, without prompting, Zoe looked curious at me. And I told her the truth. All but the sex part.

I had expected disbelief, anger, fear and tears, but not the easy acceptance of my story. Fact was, Zoe had been having the weird sensation that her husband wasn't gone, even though she had identified the body. And my story confirmed her feelings, as unbelievable as it was.

Still, she wanted some “proof”. It wasn't enough that I knew the birthdays of Jack's brother and mother. She wanted to know from me what Jack's favorite act during sex was. It was simple really, as that memory was already solidly stored in my new brain, and I explained that Jack had loved eating her out.

It was still not enough. It was, I found out later, but she convinced me that the only way for me was to use my tongue on her, and trigger her hotspot. And thus we ended up on her bed, “our” bed, both naked and my mouth on her breasts. As I knew it would, she started getting wet real fast down there, no longer a widow in mourning. And as I plunged my tongue in her pussy, I realized how agile my “new” tongue was. Finding that little nub in her soaked canal was easy, and as I rubbed her clit, I took her over the edge for the first time.

As I drank the familiar taste of her juices, she held my head in her crotch, exactly like she used to when I was Jack. Only after her third orgasm did she roll me on my back to return the favor. My memories of getting a blow job by now were very strong, and anticipating that had my own juices running. But when she ate me out, everything changed.

I came twice in a row, and I was glad I had managed to take a shower in the hospital, or she could have tasted remnants of her husband. But each orgasm was mind-blowing, my whole body shaking, trembling. I had no idea it could be that way, and both my spirit and my body agreed that this was better than any man I'd been with, or as the man I'd been. Was that why my roommate and best friend was a lesbian?

Later we were laying together, her arms wrapped around me, the older woman holding the younger woman in wonder. With love even. I was happy I could have given her this, wondering even when we could do it again. There was no doubt in my mind that I had proven myself, but while doing so, my mindset on what was considered “sex” had irrevocably been changed.

In that wonderful daze between sleeping and waking up I heard a voice. “Jack. Jack!”

Happy it wasn't for me, I dazed on, until the voice said “Lavinia”. I opened my eyes slowly and looked into Zoe's eyes, in which I read concern.

“Jack is really gone, right?”, she asked. And for a moment I was wondering what she meant by that. But then my brain kicked in, and I understood. “It's not that simple”, I replied. “The man Jack is gone, yes. His spirit is still inside me though, and always will. But ‘ME’ is a woman named Lavinia, as I have been for the past thirty-two years. With a life in Seattle. My own company. My family and friends. My roommate, who is also my best friend, will be delighted that you and that same Jack have changed my mindset on my own sexuality. I will probably change in other ways as well thanks to this different soul inside me. And that is how Jack will live on.”

She nodded, she knew it. “It's funny. Jack always worked for a boss. Work was for him a means to take care of his family. He never was interested in being his own boss. I can hear the passion in your voice when you speak of your company. Don't let that slip away because of him.”

I laughed now. “I doubt that's even possible. That passion is stronger than my sexuality. I never knew how wonderful it is to sleep with another woman. But I do know how wonderful it is to be my own boss. So, no worries.”

She smiled now as well. “You're so right! I would have never slept with you, hadn't I known that he was inside you. But, you changed that as well. I know I can't hold on to you, but my own best friend has hinted often enough that she was interested in sleeping with me. Now that Jack is ‘gone’, I am going to indulge in that.”

The next few days were very intimate. To the outside world Zoe looked like she was mourning for her husband. But inside she was celebrating the new her and me. We both needed to learn and experience our new lesbian lifestyle. Until she invited her best friend over, two nights before the funeral.

Her name was Yolanda, with a Y. And she was beautiful and sexy. And a strong believer in spirits, souls and reincarnation. And Zoe explained what had happened to me quite accurately, and how it had changed both of us. That night was higher math in woman-on-woman sex, a celebration of life and sexuality, rather than a night of grief.

The day before the funeral our kids drove over from college, both been stuck with exams the days before, but Zoe had told them not to worry, as their father's spirit was still alive. And hard as it was for them to believe, it lifted their own spirits, and I was now part of their lives as well.

Yes, we still put on our black dresses the next day. The fact that Jack's spirit was still with us was not something to share with the rest of the world. But when the pastor declared that Jack's spirit was in a better place now, both Zoe and Yolanda squeezed my hands, and the soft smile as the kids looked at me showed they understood.

Seeing my old body disappear in the ground was still a sad moment, and I wondered where Lavinia's spirit was now. I was convinced she was somewhere out there, and maybe one day I'd run into her again. In her new body, but she would find me if she wanted.

They all took me to the airport, and they hugged me like I was family. And in a way I was. Zoe had told the kids that she was going to be living with Yolanda, and they were surprisingly cool with that.

On the long flight back home I contemplated my fate. I knew for a fact that Carmen, my roommate, was in love with me. Had always been. Before Jack, she was the only one I swapped with for a night, while living in this body. So I knew her secret love, even though we never talked about it. She would have known from my memories that I was straight as an arrow, so she never really had a chance.

But that had changed now. Just thinking about sleeping with her made my pussy get very wet. With her knowing about my swapping ability, even though I couldn't do that anymore, it would well explain the changes in me. And in a fuzzy state I was daydreaming about the things we would do together.

I didn't expect her to pick me up, as I'd told her I would take an Uber, but there she was. And my heart pounded, my belly fluttered, and my tongue sneaked between her lips, as we hugged. She didn't question, just reciprocated, as her tongue probed my mouth in return. We walked hand in hand to her car, and once we were seated I couldn't stop myself. “I love you!”

She simply said, “I love you too, I always have.” It took the whole drive home to explain to her what had changed. Not only had I looked death in the eye, it also made me realize that love is an essential part of life. And with my spirit swap it was so simple to accept that love had been within an arm's length throughout my life.

At home we went straight to bed. Her bed. And as I ate her sweet pussy it was clear to her I had committed to a lesbian lifestyle. But she needed me to commit to more. In bed she was a top and she needed me to be her bottom. And she demonstrated as she pulled on a strap-on and took me doggy-style like Jack did only a week ago. And then she turned me around and made me cum a second time, as our breasts connected while her monster filled me up again.

I've never considered myself a lazy lover, or even submissive, but there is something sweet about being the object of someone's infatuation. She did all the work to make me cum, and then I would clean her out and make her cum in return with my tongue and fingers. And it felt just right, sleeping with her arm possessively around me. We went from BFF's to lovers, and I was “her girl”.

It took about a month before she proposed, asking me to be “her wife”. And I knew I wanted nothing better. I texted Zoe, telling her the news, and she was happy for me, then she told me that she and Yolanda would get married too, in a few months. We agreed that we were all invited to each other's wedding.

In all the excitement of the past months it was clear that the combination of Jack's soul in Lavinia's body, in love with a more dominant lesbian lover, made me more girly, more female than I was before. Unless I worked out, I wore skirts and dresses and heels only, often combined with sexy lingerie, wanting to look good for my partner in life, and perhaps for that bit of male still inside me.

But, as a female, soon to be wife, all alarm bells went off when I missed my second period since coming back from my trip. And a simple test confirmed, I was pregnant. It was Jack's gift to me, the last one in his life, and although I knew his act had been unfaithful to his wife, he simply had no chance against my advances. It was only right that he knocked me up.

But, I was happy and so was Carmen. Not only were we getting married, we were going to be parents as well. The only thing that kept nagging me was that I would have to tell Zoe the truth. So I facetimed her.

“Zoe, please sit down. I haven't told you everything that happened the night that Jack died. Remember I told you how much he liked my dress? He “accidentally” touched me a few times, and I told him it was okay. It was for a big part the reason for swapping our minds, so he could get a feel of what it was to feel it on the inside. And once he was me… gosh, this sounds so complicated. I basically told the “new” Jack to touch me, so I could really feel it. And I could sense that touching me excited him, really straining his leather pants in the crotch area. So I decided to reward him, and I took him to a family restroom to give him a blow job and relieve his discomfort. But, as I started and got him real excited, I wanted his hands on my leather, so I sat on all fours, pulled up my skirt, and told him to take me doggie style. He had no chance really, and I had no idea how much I would enjoy that myself. Afterwards I cleaned him and he cleaned me, and it was our little secret. He would have never done that, if it wasn't for me pushing him. But now I found out I'm pregnant. From him. And I figured you needed to know.”

In all that time I was speaking, Zoe had not said a word. Finally, “Wow. That's quite a confession. But I have a question. And I hope I'm saying this the right way. But when you two apparently had sex, was Jack still in his own body? Or was he already in you?”

“He was already in me. And we were both horny from all these new feelings. It was all very confusing. I'm sorry Zoe…”

“I guess that's the most I can ask for. Are you going to keep the baby? Would you give it up? Or are you thinking of abortion?”

“Of course I'm gonna keep it. Don't you see? This was meant to be. In some twisted way I'm both the father and the mother. It's a precious gift. And Carmen is thrilled. We're going to be parents! But, I want to ask something from you. Would you be willing to be the Godmother? It just seems right.”

She smiled now, I think she'd forgiven already. “Are you sure about that? Yolanda and I are going to spoil that kid like crazy! You are right. It feels like a last gift from Jack. You think the spirit that was in his body knows?”

“I'm not sure. There are some memories that suggest she was aware of her environment while being a spirit. Just not sure how much control she had. But somehow I have the feeling that years from now she will contact me from her new life.”

“That would be nice. Will you let me know? Maybe there are still some Jack memories there, I'd love to hear.”

“Will do. Thanks Zoe. I love you!”

“I love you too darling. Send my best to Carmen as well. And if you need any advice? Jack and I raised two kids. Just call me, okay! Bye honey.”

Before I could say bye as well, she was gone. I saw in the last second how she wiped a tear away, so I guess it was tougher on her than she showed. But at least she was okay with it.

***********

Yesterday we celebrated Jaclyn's sixth birthday. She, and her younger sister Eva, are the loves of our lives. I'm so happy that Jack's brother was willing to donate his sperm which got Carmen pregnant, as it gave our girls enough matching genes to look like true sisters.

What I hadn't expected, when I tucked Jaclyn in after a day of fun, presents, a party and her favorite food, was when she suddenly said, in a dead serious voice, “Thanks Lavinia for a wonderful day. One of the best days in my six hundred years of life. I'm so happy I managed to jump into Jack's unborn child, and your's of course, before another spirit claimed her. You and Carmen are truly wonderful mothers. And I love Eva to death.”

“Jack?” I cried, and she nodded. “You saved my life! You took a bullet in the head to save me. And I had to live your life, and somehow it turned me lesbian. But Carmen and I are so happy together… with you and Eva.”

I realized I was rambling, but Jaclyn smiled. “Yes, that bullet wasn't pleasant. And that memory, that scary moment, got stuck in my soul, so I have to live with it. I'll be honest with you. I never planned to swap back with you. It was clear to me that your soul fit better in Lavinia's body than mine ever did. And I liked Zoe from the moment I was in Jack's body, so I was going to convince you to not swap back. I'm so thankful you made her my Godmother. And I'm happy she found love again after she lost me.”

I hugged her, my child, and my savior. But…

“You sound so grown-up. Does that mean I've lost my little girl? Where do we go from here?”

“Oh, don't worry”, she answered. “I love growing up as a girl. I have lost count how many times I've grown up, but from my first life till now I always started out as a girl. Lived in many male bodies too, but always after a swap. And I don't swap at a young age. But, I wanted you to know. When I wake up tomorrow I'll be your Jaclyn again. You may even wonder if you dreamed this conversation. So please, don't treat me differently than you have done until now. I love you Mom!”

And her easy smile was back, and she was a normal six year old again. I tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and found Carmen, and I told her everything. Some things were simply meant to be, so why question it?