cjh%CCA-UNIX@csin.UUCP (11/02/83)
-"rich uncle willing a time-travel belt"- sounds like David Gerrold's THE MAN WHO FOLDED HIMSELF, book-length (barely) novel published in 1973 and for some reason nominated for a Hugo. (It predates Varley's Eight Worlds and Bradley's more [daring] Darkover novels, so may have been considered controversial enough to be good.) As I recall, he winds up obtaining some isolated location and meeting him/herself in the hundreds. (How he avoids being bored with the nth repetition of a conversation wasn't covered.) Am not sure whether the justification for the [female editions] was alternate worlds or simply the cumulative effect of his meddling with the time stream.