A/N: Since I am a chivalrous lady. Here's a pillow Tiggrain. A big thank you to everyone who was so kind to leave reviews.

Miranda didn't react like Nate did, by staring at Andy like she was a freak.

It clicked for Miranda suddenly, and Andy saw it slowly dawn fully on her face, what she'd just said to her.

Andy saw it developing into a loss for words shock on her normally impassive white haired lady's face in front of her which was now showing mute shock, she was just staring at Andy.

The photos, he was not Andrea's twin like she presumed, Andrea was him.

In the photo he had her same eyes, and Miranda saw it now. Andy reflected in him.

''You're Brody's father.'' Saying this slowly and holding Andy's eyes incredulously.

''Yes.'' Andy calmly spoke and saw how Miranda was trying to get her head around this.

''I'm Andy. Well I was an Andrew once.''

''You're a man.'' Miranda said this, looking at Andy in disbelief.

Andy didn't have an Adam's apple.

''No. No. Not really. Not ever. Not inside me. Yes I was born into a man's body, Miranda but after the final surgery I became what I felt I was always inside here.''

Andy touched her chest. '' I am a woman, Miranda I know this is a lot to take in. I'm still me.''

''Just Andy to you.''

Praying she was not like Nate. The FaceTime session with him in Paris, was horrible.

The things he'd said to her discovering this part of her.

Nate was so angry, he called her disgusting. Upset at her, that he was involved with a tranny. Telling him, she was not a drag queen. She was real. Nate was angry that he'd lived with something like her and had slept with her.

He never wanted to see her again.

Andy was relieved they had an ocean between them with how Nate yelled at her.

Nate on the screen, said he was moving out. Nastily telling Andy that not even her boss perfect Miranda would want her.

Tasting her tears, Andy ate the hurt and dialed The Dorsey's lawyer's number. She had a son. Andy was overcome. She was going to be there for him always.

Hanging up, Andy wiped her eyes, she needed to go back to Miranda and hope she'd give her, her job back.

Pressing the PH floor up. Andy pressed her hands to her face. Trying to find the right words to explain herself. It opened to Miranda's floor without Andy finding them.

Andy never thought coming to Paris would give her the news she has a son and almost lose Miranda on the same day.

Collecting from a valet Miranda's messages. Holding her breath, using her card key to Miranda's suite, Andy stepped inside, Miranda was just sitting on a sofa, looking out at the Parisian skyline. Her hands in her lap.

Clearing her throat, blue eyes looked up at her, widening on her coming back.

Approaching Andy wordlessly handed her the messages and Miranda accepted them.

Not speaking, just staring at Andy. Wanting to say. ''You came back.'' Miranda didn't trust herself to speak.

Andy felt braver. ''Miranda. The party is at 8pm. I'll call for a car.'' Andy held her breath, ready for the frosty onslaught.

''Yes. Do. I'll be there for 8 and expect to be picked up by 8:20. That's all.''

Getting up in still in her dress from this morning. '' I want you to have the concierge replace your phone since it's quite waterlogged.'' Placing Andy's ruined one down on the table, looking at Andy icily and pointedly.

Moving away from Andy without a glance back.

Standing in her bedroom doorway. ''I want my usual for breakfast from room service. Buy something fun for the girls. I do not require you this evening. Enjoy your night off. Tomorrow will be busy.''

Andy missed Miranda's ruined mascara running as she shut her door on a shocked and still employed Andy.

They fell into a rhythm of work. Never daring to bring up Paris.

Andrea was a transsexual.

Miranda still stared completely dazed at Andrea who looked nervously expectant at her, almost like dreading what she'd say.

This also now explained Andrea's sudden stammering and blushing reaction to the lingerie shoot that first week working for her.

It wasn't at all how Stephen or her first husband Gregory would be, not in a room of half-dressed nubile in lingerie models. Both would think it was Christmas come early surrounded in a room full of semi clad supermodels.

Andrea just blushed like a prepubescent teenager all afternoon around them. The models thought it was cute. Nigel thought it was adorable Midwestern values.

Finding her voice, she had to say something. ''Are you fully or half?'' Miranda blushed at asking Andy that, she'd was sure she'd have felt it. In bed this morning together.

''When did you become like this, was it recently?''

Andy shook her head.

''No. After my eighteenth birthday. I decided I couldn't be a man anymore. I was bullied pretty badly in high school and I donated my sperm to Annabelle and Daniel and then I did a real life test for six months it means living as a girl but physically remaining male and unchanged. Then, I embarked on a long road of hormonal replacement therapy and later I had a male to female sex reassignment surgery. I'm a Tran's woman.''

Miranda listened carefully. ''Oh.'' Making a note to herself to look this up on Wikipedia.

'' It must have been painful for you?''

''Yes. Extremely. Very worth it though. '' Andy winced at that memory of the operation, the surgery came and went, lying in a hospital bed with her groin wrapped like a mummy. And she was in pain. It felt like an alligator was going down on it.

Miranda wanted to know more about her.

Hearing that Andrea was bullied being this. Her protective instinct for who she loved, coiled up in her. That was only for her babies. How badly was Andy bullied, Miranda pondered this to herself.

''Miranda are you upset, that I'm this?'' Andy held her eyes. Miranda saw fear in them that she'd reject her or be repulsed by her.

Miranda's blinked. ''No. I'm not.''

Andy looked at her hard. Miranda wasn't recoiling at finding out about this.

Kissing Andy's hand in reassurance, brushing her mouth across warm skin. Withdrawing her lips, pulling and drawing Andrea slowly into her. Stroking dark brown hair, threading it between her fingers.

''Tell me about being bullied?'' Gentle blue eyes prompted.

Andy didn't want to talk about being bullied ever. Try hazed. Andy quickly deflected the sensitive subject. ''Miranda I'd rather not talk about it.''

Miranda held her eyes and knew it was a subject that Andy was not sharing tonight with her, she relented and clasped her hand and let it go. For now.

Miranda knew her eyes always lingered on Andy at Runway a little too long so that even Nigel saw this, often to her irritation he mentioned it, and Paul the office gossip saw this interest along with Lucia who noticed Miranda's smiles for Andy, sharing an elevator.

Studying Andy's fine features, her great smile and long burnished mahogany hair as this and as Andrew once was, what did Nigel and Paul call one young messenger with broad shoulders, a few days ago.

Dishy.

Miranda watched both conveniently be there to sign for packages. Offering a bottle of mineral water to him. Honestly both were worse than in high school.

One look from Miranda he scrambled out. ''Nigel. Paul. Do stop getting swollen eyes gawking at the messenger's bum.''

Andrea came back holding bags in her arms. Her hair windswept.

''I'm not the only one with swollen eyes gawking.'' Nigel said sauntering off.

Miranda went back to her office. Having Emily do everything making sure Andy stayed away from her.

She tried to brush it off. Assert her position that Andrea was just her lowly clumsy second assistant.

Nothing more.

Giving her easy tasks to accomplish like memorizing every attendee at the gala.

Somehow during days and weeks working turning to months together, that sunny bumpkin was making her melt. And Miranda Priestly the Ice Queen did not melt.

Andrea being thoughtful around her every day just developed feelings in her even though she was still with Stephen, Miranda made excuses.

It was a crush. Andrea looked at her more than Stephen ever did in the last eight months.

Andrea was very beautiful. Her eyes. Her mouth. The way she held herself. Smiled with ease that lit up her brown eyes. Her disarming charm. The way she freely made fun of herself not knowing anything about fashion.

By Paris, Miranda knew it wasn't an infatuation. Not on her side.

Certain that Andrea didn't have a clue to her attraction for her.

She wanted to know what she liked, they talked some nights in the office, only casually about this and that or Andy asked about the twins which made Miranda relax more and open up.

Stephen never did, he found Cassidy and Caroline both another man's children irksome and infringing on their time as a couple.

Just conversations with Andy meant more than weekends spent with Stephen.

She looked forward to them and redid her lipstick in her executive bathroom on those nights.

Wanted only Andrea to come to Paris, she'd get Emily to give Andrea the company card when they got back from fashion week and everybody noticed on rainy nights Miranda had Roy drive Andy home from delivering The Book.

''I thought you had a twin brother in that photo by your bed.'' Miranda shared this.

''You did?'' Andy shook her head. ''I'm an only child. My Mom's a twin though. They run in her family, quite a bit.''

''Really?'' Miranda smiled at that. Twins were also in her donor's family. He was Irish, French, and English with German and a quarter Italian on her grandfather's side.

''So you saw me like that, that was just before I changed. I was a really skinny guy.'' Andy groaned. Miranda must have thought she was a geek.

Andy was not a jock in school and had long hair, and was bookish. Lily once compared Andy to a brooding Jeff Buckley with a scruffy stubble.

''I thought you looked quite lovely.'' Miranda's words made Andy smile fully, held to her.

''You do.'' Andy sputtered out.

Her blue eyes lowering down to trail far below Andy's neck, a pink blush coloring and tinging her sharp pale cheekbones, realizing she was now staring right at Andrea's crotch.

Miranda groaned inside, chiding to herself, Miriam stop looking at Andy's…there she did it again, she just looked at Andrea's now missing penis.

Hoping she didn't see her do so. Miranda saw Andrea following her blue eyes down with her own chocolatey golden brown. Andy noticed this.

''Miranda. I'm no longer a guy. I promise. Do I need to prove it to you.'' Andy smirked, she had no idea she could make Miranda blush so easily like that. It was kinda cute on her, pressing a little kiss to her blushes.

''Andrea I can see that you're not a man. Not anymore.'' Hoping she hadn't offended Andrea saying that.

''I had an orchiectomy eight months later after giving my sperm.''

Miranda didn't know what that was. Andy filled Miranda in on what that was. ''Surgical castration.''

''Was it difficult becoming a woman?''

''The waxing, electrolysis and shaving oh and mastering walking in heels took time and practice not falling flat on my face.''

Now that Miranda knew everything, she was going to get very cross at how Nigel sniggered about watching Andy navigating in heels he gave her on her first day, which was not funny.

She'd send a memo to him of no more putting it on Instagram. Andy was compared to bambi on ice or a clopping colt learning to walk in Choo's.

That's why Andrea didn't know about Runway and also had no clue about fashion. Calling it stuff to her.

Andy really pushed her buttons in that run through, snorting at her empire and not seeing the difference between belts.

Miranda had seethed, comparing Andy to Stephen's same limited attention at what she wore.

Thinking she was just a clueless college grad who wore ugly cardigans.

Grimacing at how she'd once asked Andrea to price tampons and go get her Italian lace lingerie being dry cleaned.

Pinching her nose bridge, Andrea knew her bra size.

Wait, on Monday, Andrea saw her naked and she didn't think to say anything.

''You saw me.'' Miranda stated shyly but accusingly. Now knowing that Andrea once had testosterone and shaved made her modest.

Blue eyes narrowed more on Andy suddenly over her undressed state she saw her in yesterday. Andy gulped at that icy look on her.

Andrea knew what it was, she had seen her change into a long couture gown made by Dior for next week's gala she was attending alone and now she knew why Andrea had adamantly insisted while blushing beet red that Emily should help zip her, she thought she caught Andrea standing there just staring at her.

Sputtering red-faced, as Andy realized that Miranda noticed, Andy offered to fetch coffee and getting some copies from the copy room along with paperclips. Both she and Emily's desks needed them. Pronto.

Her blue eyes narrowed on Andrea's strange sudden affliction of stammering while staring transfixed at her, both just looked at each other, and then she declared a paperclips emergency. Andrea didn't look like she was on any type of drugs.

Miranda took in Andy's wide clear eyes on her figure.

Nigel was amused, that Six was just really shy.

Folding her arms now presently on Andy, waiting for words of apology as the brunette instantly read her face and thoughts so well.

''Miranda. Look, about seeing you dressing in that gown the other day. I'm sorry that I stared at you like that. No. Actually I'm not.''

Andy received a look from Miranda. '' It's just you look lovely naked. I mean you also look lovely with all your clothes on. '' Andy knew this was coming out all wrong.

Miranda wore everything well, especially in that sexy skirt she wore often that clung.

''Do you miss it, being a male?'' Miranda asked.

Andy looked at her.

''Not having a…'' Miranda mumbled this out, her mother referred it to as an eel or a pollen tube once, and her mother's sex talk was memorable.

Comparing it to gardening and boys pistils after their petals.

Miriam never let a pollen tube near you without a ring on your finger.

The very helpful that men are just giant artichokes, they're prickly and hairy and hard until you get to the heart.

Miranda recalled one friend Karen, showing her what a boy's thing looked like by peeking at Karen's older brother in shower.

Seeing it. Gross. Expected to put that in your mouth for a class ring. She'd gag.

It would hurt. It was rugose. Why did it curve to the right?

Glancing down at her lunch in the school cafeteria, glad she wasn't having a saveloy

It was simple she was never having sex.

''I honestly don't miss it. Even the peeing my name in snow. Hey, I have more room in my jockey and jogging shorts.'' Andy realized what she just said, wincing at that.

Miranda mouth quirked an almost smile, pressing her lips together more. Stephen was quite attached to his. Extremely so.

No, Both Greg and Stephen were very attached to theirs. The 5-inch executive model. Was Andrea's once the same size? Or bigger. Oh god here she was thinking no envisioning about Andy's now missing appendage size.

Andrea had breasts now and wore pantyhose.

Andy searched for her words to try to explain this to her.

''No. It just always felt like a growth coming out of me. Everything felt wrong. In a skin I didn't feel right in.''

Miranda listened intently to Andy.

''What changes first on you?''

''It changes your shape obviously. You develop some things very new. I loved how it makes your skin softer. ''

Miranda mouth moistened, as Andy held her attention rapt.

''My chest changed first, my nipples are darker, my limbs feel lithe and light and they fit me now. I felt finally like me. That and liking ladies rooms better, I'll always have to be stuck with big feet. And these hands.'' Andy complained.

Indicating the size.

Miranda quite liked Andy's hands.

Miranda mouthed out 'Ladies rooms.' confused by Andy.

''Trust me, Miranda never end up in a public's men's room.''

''I'll do try my best to avoid one.'' Eyes sparkling on her.

Using female restrooms was one of many benefits of being a woman of course Andy always imagined the ladies' room to be an oasis of comfortable chairs, folded hand towels, soft indirect lighting and Bach's Brandenburg concertos being wafted softly through the lavender scented air.

Runway's was close.

Why else would women seem so excited to go? And in groups none the less. The mythic ladies' room is, in short, the exact opposite of the men's room.

Andy knowing so well how Miranda cringed at public transport like cabs and subways over germs she'd without a doubt faint if she ever found herself in many a men's rooms Andy had once experienced, and in junior and senior high school locker changing room.

She'd dubbed Big Foot's tomb.

Andy could vouch, it did not reek of Chanel or have pretty plants like Runway's ladies' room did like Singapore orchids and Molten Brown orange blossom hand gel.

Most at Runway thought Miranda's rules were tough to follow. Try all the rules in a men's room.

Never talk. Ever. For any reason.

Maintain the 24 inch rule.

Assume the proper stance with no eye contact for any reason, like you're in Full Metal Jacket on drill inspection. Just always aim.

Andy once almost felt he'd have to wear a disposable rain poncho in the boy's room to avoid backsplash or off aim.

Never linger. Why linger. That confused the hell out of Andy always, are fellow bathroom goers waiting for something, like a visit from aliens? Writing a novel on a toilet paper roll.

Get in. Get out. Get on with life. Do the Usain Bolt Rule. Be quick and swift.

''You donated to Brody's family, your sperm. Became a woman. Did you ever know about Brody?'' Waving her elegant hand at Andy's crotch, quickly withdrawing it from that direction.

''No. I donated to Annabelle and Daniel as a last part of Andrew. I wanted to help them. They really wanted a baby and Annabelle and Daniel were great in my life. She was an amazing person. Teacher. She made me love writing.''

That day donating was quite an experience, Andy reminisced.

Tickling her pickle to fill a Dixie cup looking like a pierced Emo was the simple part. Spreading around her macho gazpacho as her cousin Crosby referred to it, was a day she'd honestly never forget.

Depositing her vas deferens wasn't easy.

First her Mom wanted Andy to wear a button down oxford shirt and khakis to look good, Andy refused. All Andy needed was a pencil protector.

Leaving the house, Crosby needed a lift to work at Kmart, holiday hours. Rich suggested to his nephew he could walk or skateboard. In the snow, babied by his Aunt, Andy's Mom. Implored Rich, reminded she was making meat loaf tonight.

Crosby just stared open mouthed at where Andy was going to

''They pay you to jack of…''

Crosby was cut off as their grandmother got in. Their grandmother needed to pick up hemorrhoid cream and a prescription first.

''I want to come. '' Crosby pouted. ''I'm ditching work. I hate that job. I make 4.44 per hour. I could donate, I do it all the time.''

''They don't take mutants as donors. Crosby.'' Andy said doing up a seatbelt.

''I have depths Andy you do not know. I listen to Jewel and Dido.''

Andy gave him a quizzical look.

''Fine go multiply and do the Sachs line proud. Big Andy. I'm still coming though.''

How he was related and her first cousin still puzzled Andy. Drivers Ed proved that, thinking Nana's planted Cleome was weed.

He never returned mix tapes. He still had Andy's Gin Blossoms cassette. Lost her brand new Verve Pipe tape and Red Hot Chili Peppers Dani California. He borrowed Andy's AirWalks this summer.

Starting this school associated with Crosby was brutal.

The PE Coach demanded of Andy. ''Are you a slacker Sachs?''

''No I'm a Presbyterian.''

In the car with Nana, was an mundane experience, reading off every single sign dully as it snowed. ''Sally's Tropical Aquarium. Donuts. Pizza House. Bombay Bicycle Club Curry. Ed's Hockey and Sports Emporium. Sure lock Homes and Big Nose, Full Body Wines. The Vinyl Frontier. Friendly Ford.''

Nana finally asked where they were going after they dropped her home. Rich tried to explain as Crosby just smiled big as Andy shoved him.

Richard caught Andy's eye in the car mirror.

''You're getting what frozen Andy?'' Turning up her hearing aid.

Andy's cheek was patted. Given great advice. ''Wear a scarf and Andy just don't stuff it in the freezer. Frozen yogurt shouldn't be next to frozen pizzas.''

Crosby mouth was kept closed by Andy's hand.

Andy's checkup was fine.

Taking time on the essay and letter. Told it wasn't a college application, Andy just wanted to share with the future recipients how much she wanted to help them.

Writing about once spending hours finding a perfect dandelion puff and putting it in plastic.

Andy wrote more wanting to backpack through India and experience Holi, that she believes in the soul, the hangin' curveball, was a baseball fanatic and liked opening presents on Christmas morning.

Hobbies, stain glass. Andy learned that one summer when she hit a home run straight through her church's Noah's Ark.

The questionnaire asked her favorite food, pie for breakfast and favorite places, the beach, along with books, movies and most memorable moment, all of it Andy shared with the recipient, one more question asked if was he in a relationship, Andy had never had a date or even been kissed.

Andy was going with Lily to the prom. As friends.

Because Lily was livid with what Jesse did in the locker shower room that Crosby intervened in.

Jesse the muscle head was strong as an ox and almost as smart.

Usually Jesse left Andy the hell alone. Not that day.

Writing on the paper, how she wanted to meet someone and just Linton them and lunge.

Looking sourly through pages provided of Jugs and Booties. Oh my. Those could not be real. This wasn't working at all, looking down, and clearly having no effect.

Putting her head in her hands, she couldn't even indulge in solitary masturbation like every other guy. Some days Andy wished her member came with an instructional manual.

Crosby was not taking her place. The world only needed one.

Knocking on the door. The nurse came in seeing that the empty plastic container.

Giving a tense smile to her, Andy undid her hoodie to a True Romance t-shirt. ''Just taking my time. Seventh Inning stretch. ''

Batter up.

Andy sobered as the nurse had a face like verruca, visibly breathed out, hoping this wasn't gym with a stopwatch or surprise jock strap inspections in PE.

''Do you have any other magazines?'' Andy indicated the interesting periodical choices.

''Like?''

Andy suggested. ''Just anything else but not like those.''

The nurse brought her a Rolling Stone magazine with Nirvana on the cover. Andy stared at it with disbelief. Okay she liked music but was not in any way was she physically turned on by grunge and Kurt Cobain.

''Try the videos. Sweetie.'' Shelly the nurse prompted. Leaving him in Room 4. She was warning Lou Ann about this one.

Andy took a tissue and the remote. Pressing play. Seeing it on onscreen. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were in need of Lestoil. That was illegal in the state of Ohio.

Flicking it off. Andy put the remote down as if it contained Ebola.

Stepping out of the room, catching the nurse's eye who came back up to the open door. This donor was being plain weird.

''Yes.''

''I have a problem. Do you have any other video collections less like that?''

Andy was hopeful. ''Nothing with Uma Thurman maybe. Or Annette Benning in American President. Quipy and feisty.''

''No. Mr. Sachs. We are a sperm bank not a Blockbuster video rental store. We only have what's on the shelf.'' Shelly informed brightly.

Some guys couldn't be happy with a shelf of porn.

Andy sighed wearily, she just wasn't turned on by big silicone boobs or anyone in rubber.

Shelley the nurse informed this donor bluntly. 'Try not to overthink honey, just 'unzip and put the junk in the cup.'' Shutting the door on him.

Andy grimaced, chewing her lower lip, her eyes fell down at her fly, she could do this, just go for it, since Crosby her cousin should have his right hand bronzed how many times he did this.

Told by his Dad, it'll fall off Crosby, warned that he was leaking brain fluid out speech didn't stop him, the warning of stopping for fear of becoming a moron didn't faze Crosby.

Crosby's nana's lavender facial cream wasn't even safe with him flying solo.

Warming her hands. If Crosby could do this so well.

Andy looked down dubiously and unzipped, pulling it out at length, here goes and began thinking about smooth lips on it, rubbing it up and down, five minutes later and with no success, zipping back up.

Andy opened the door again and sighed with relief the nurse wasn't there, she called out for someone seated, reading about woodwork in the waiting room.

Getting his attention, waving her hand at him.

''Everything okay Andy.'' Richard Sachs asked. Taking his reading glasses off.

Crosby came up behind Andy's dad, seeing the cup size. ''Great expectations. What's taking so long what are you playing Klingon Boggle.''

Andy blocked Crosby from the room.

''Fine. Dad did you return that film you and Mom rented last night.'' Richard nodded. That he did.

''Do you mean Star Trek.''

Crosby gave a look. Andy liked sci fi and was a geek but to find that exciting enough to do it to. That was wrong. Though Katee Sackhoff was hot.

''No. The other one.''

''Oh the one with Meryl Streep, yeah I dropped it off. I am not paying 5 bucks for late fees.''

Grumbling, damn it, Meryl often made Andy rise to the occasion.

''Do they have the Boston University's calendar. ''The Girls of B.U. ?'' Andy asked him.

Crosby just didn't get pearls and brains were sexy. Anything female in bikinis, made Crosby turned on.

Richard looked at the selection of magazines in the waiting room, nothing close to that.

''Anything with Carolyn Bessette Kennedy in a turtleneck?'' Andy could only hope.

Crosby rolled his eyes. Andy and wanting stuck up.

Richard skimmed over the choices. ''No. Here a Readers Digest. Good Housekeeping, Bakers World.''

Andy loved a good cookie but that wasn't going to be useful.

''Hang on, a month old George.'' Andy made a face. Republicans and Democrats seriously.

Crosby dug in his backpack. A crumpled copy of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Offered it.

''Not page 115 she's spoken for.''

Andy declined it.

''How about an issue of People with the cast of Friends. Rachael's a looker.'' Rich suggested. Andy passed.

''National Geographic.'' Crosby held up.

Andy frowned she was not spanking the monkey looking at a safari in the Serengeti.

''How about this.''

Andy was handed it.

''European women they know their bodies and have sex twice a day.'' Crosby informed.

Since when had Crosby ever been outside of Ohio?

It was all in French. Called Chic. Andy's long fingers thumbed through the glossy pages of models, stick thin, furrowing brows on another willowy and bony body, flicking each page, to fall on one woman.

Stopping on her. Andy was struck by her. She was very pretty. She had amazing blue eyes.

Her back was to the photographer, looking over her shoulder back at the photographer posing near an ornate floor length, Louis XIV mirror. In a black backless gown, Andy was a goner for the smooth small of a woman's back.

Pale auburn hair.

Andy could sort of translate because of paying attention in French class, something about her called a title of Madame Editor, praising her eyes, and her style, well her baby blues, they were mesmerizing to Andy and something about a bon voyage, and eating an apple.

Hello Eve. With those eyes on this page looking like that, she could hand feed Andy crisp pommes till the cows came home.

McIntosh, Pink Lady or Fiji, Andy didn't care.

She beat out Stacey in Playboy liking to read Proust in her bubble bath or Mariska playing the cello topless, by having clothes on.

Skimming down the page, seeing her at a fancy party with a champagne flute wearing an arty jacket with some woman named Donatella, leaning in for an air kiss from some guy with a white hair ponytail and black shades with a hand fan.

Dude shades inside.

Andy saw her in snug black jeans at some ranch shoot with gowns and horses, caressing one stallion's head. She was beautiful. Andy memorized every line, every curve of her. Thinking of her caressing parts of her.

Her mouth was appealing.

Crosby saw it. Richard saw Andy looking at her transfixed. ''Enjoy her.''

Her dad just gave his kid, a thumbs up. Green light to go and play with yourself.

Crosby grinned. ''Punch it Chewy.''

Stepping inside, shutting the door, Andy felt it happen between long legs, twitched up, looking down at what responded. It liked her.

Andy had lift off.

Taking the cup. Unzipping and toasting to a conquering voyage James Tiberius Kirk. We're on course.

Andy had a goofy sated smile the whole way home.

Andy gasped at that memory of donating. That photo couldn't be her? Could it? She had blue eyes just like hers.

Andy in the present blinked down at Miranda slowly, looking at her closely, she resting against her, enjoying her pressing the curve of her body to her own long lanky body, Andy adored this closeness they had together.

Opening her eyes on Andy. Andy just knew it was her.

Andy's mouth dried like sand paper, staring at her with wide eyes, almost choking on the sudden realization, she'd once masturbated to Miranda's younger photo.

It was her. Andy was sure of it.

''Miranda did you ever pose near a mirror in a magazine called Chic?'' Andy had to know.

Pressing her head lazily more into Andy's defined collarbone, liking being like this together, wrapped in Andy's arms.

Soft white hair tickled Andy's collarbone, rubbing her distinguished nose against warm skin and Andy's collarbone clenched as she spoke lifting her head.

''Yes I was Chic's Editor in Paris. It was my final issue. I was hired to head Runway here in New York. I was just married that year to Gregory. We met at his ranch in Texas, he pursued me and sent 1,000 red roses on the Concorde. He's in oil. He showed off his Goliath Silky Willy to me.''

He showed his what to Miranda. Andy didn't like the sound of that. Texans oilmen like Greg were clearly perverts.

'' Why?''

''Oh. No reason.'' Andy lied flatly. Her guilty look gave her away.

''Andy tell me.'' Blue eyes lifted and met hers seriously.

''I-I a...listen Miranda if I'd known you before. I would never have ever…it's just you looked so seductive like that…looking back with the mirror and your eyes. In that dress. I couldn't not…I jerked off to you.'' Andy said it quickly and screwed her eyes shut embarrassed.

''What! When?'' Miranda demanded.

''When I first donated.'' Andy informed. ''I couldn't do it, with what was on offer.''

Miranda gave a look, her hand on Andy's knee.

''Explain?''

'' The stimulating materials provided didn't have any effect on me becoming…ah…becoming aroused.'' Andy bit that out.

Miranda's mother was wrong she finally did find and meet a man who for once wasn't entranced with big fake boobs or porn.

''I needed some visual stimulation and none of it worked but you did.''

''I did?'' Miranda mouth curved up slightly. ''You?'' Andy nodded in agreement. ''To me.'' Andy nodded again. She'd caught Stephen doing that watching Adult channels. He tried to blame her for it.

Miranda pressed her lips together seriously, her arms folded on the wincing brunette. Her arched brow rose.

Andy defended herself being given another silent unreadable expression by her. ''I thought you looked so sexy. You're a beautiful woman. Miranda please…I took it with me and kept it. It's not like you were left lying around in a sperm bank. ''

Miranda snorted that was a small comfort.

Miranda was still silent as Andy eventually reached out and stroked her timidly as she tilted her white head to a side at her. Just staring.

Was she angry about it? Andy guessed she was probably fuming at her or disgusted by it. By her.

Placing her finger to her lip then forming a smile. ''At least it wasn't to Anna.''

Miranda placed her fingers behind Andy's neck, pulled and brought to her.

''You say you kept my magazine. For?'' Miranda's pink lips quirked.

Andy grinned a little. '' Ohio is cold. We have long winters, hibernating. Miranda. I never cheated on you with any centerfold.''

''That's good.'' Miranda primly stated. That would be a first. Unlike Greg.

''Do you have any other children from donating your sperm?'' Miranda said this softly, truly curious because Brody was a beautiful child. Andy's looks were lovely as Andrew in that photo and now equally as a woman.

Andy's dark brows drew together. ''Yes I do. I released it, my sperm helped a couple have two more babies I was told.''

Miranda swallowed down her words. Andy's semen produced two children other than Brody. ''Have you ever met them?''

''No. I've never met them. Miranda. It was anonymous.''

Andy only knew that they were both healthy and she'd received a letter via the clinic from one of the parents of her offspring.

That letter she was sent in college was care of Park Avenue Women's Clinic, she still carried it around folded in her wallet.

Miranda leaned closer. ''Brody has half siblings. Brothers or Sisters?''

''Actually I don't know. Only that their two pregnancies. If they ever needed something or anything at all from me, like a kidney or bone marrow I'd give it.'' Andy vowed, she was happy that she'd help bring about three kids from just donating, one of them being Brody she was raising now.

Andy knew each of them were amazing incredible kids being pieces of her out there.

Miranda offered. ''Let me make us something.'' Slipping off her study sofa, padding across carpet.

Andy nodded. ''Sure.''

''What do you want?'' Miranda asked. Realizing she knew very little about Andrea's likes.

''Other than you.'' Andy said this sincerely. By Miranda's laughter it was taken as a line.

''Andrea I meant to eat?'' It was around 5 and with what happened with Brody they hadn't had anything at breakfast.

''Oh sorry. Whatever you want to make.'' Andy was easy to cook for.

''Do you like pasta or I can order us something?'' She'd just get her glasses.

Andy smiled. ''Miranda I'm quarter Italian. Pasta sounds good.''

Miranda smiled. ''What else should I know you love?

Other than you, Andy didn't voice it. That was too soon to say it. ''There's lots to discover. I like sleeping in when it rains, Fika coffee, reading the Times in bed, but what I really love is pie for breakfast.''

Looping her hands around Miranda's waist suddenly, lifting her up as Miranda let out squeal at Andy doing that. Taller than her.

Miranda was brought to Andy looking startled. Pie for breakfast. ''You do?''

That was just like what Cassidy and Caroline's donor wrote in his profile.