At the close of the Vietnam War I was one of those people who officially didn't exist. It's a little disconcerting to realize even your birth records were erased. I get a new identity and a whole lot more out of the whole thing.
I think I'm a lucky girl, but I'm not totally sure. My parents brought me up very strictly; I was not even allowed to watch any TV programmes that they didn't approve of. So my idea of what's normal is very sketchy.
This story is about a man who finds a way to make love to the beautiful women of the entertainment world, Where does he start and how many will he get?
What if you had a nifty gadget that could change your sex or the sex of anyone you pointed it at? Think of the fun you could have, turning yourself into a woman for an hour or two, or for years. Think of the mischief you could do, turning men into women, and vice-versa. Bored with your lover? Turn her into a man and yourself into a woman, then try again. Looking for revenge? Turn that scumbag you despise into a woman for the rest of his life.