Article 91122 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 30)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 20:31:25 GMT

			      Chapter 30

	Joe lay on the bed waiting for the knock at the door that
would be Jay ready to workout downstairs. With his head propped on
doubled up pillows, Joe gazed down at the curves his body was still
developing. Though the bra he wore pressed his new breasts closely
against his chest, the development there was still very noticeable,
even under the little crop top. He pulled the top away and
examined the amazingly soft mounds of flesh. By now he was
becoming somewhat accustomed to the kind of "added-on" feel of this
new part of him. They weren't new actually, everything there was
probably always there, but it certainly didn't look the way it used
to look, that was certain. And along with the different shape,
well, everything felt different too, sometimes more different from
other times.

	With his right hand, Joe rubbed the bulge that was his left
breast through the royal blue leotard. Below that softness, he
felt the stretchy cotton-spandex under bust band of the supportive
sport bra.

	It surprised him how easily he had adopted the idea of wearing
a brassiere. Actually, it really felt quite natural, he consid-
ered, and it made having breasts almost tolerable. Without one,
his average sized, (B but still developing) tits bounced uncon-
trollably. He remembered that before he always thought such
movement to be sexy, especially when the subject didn't realize she
was being ogled. Now that the bouncing boobs in question were part
of his own flesh, and it was quite another matter. He found going
bra-less to be somewhat uncomfortable, and he just couldn't help
feeling self-conscious with his chest bouncing all over the place,
especially when his bigger, more sensitive pink nipples showed
through his outer clothes. To Joe, it just seemed his new chest
felt best packed in like this.

	Speaking of packed in, Joe looked down to the wispy nylon
shorts. When he lay back on the bed, he had slipped down a little,
and doing that had pulled the shorts up between his legs, defining
his crotch and absent male organs.

	In some ways, this other change in his anatomy was signifi-
cantly more difficult to get accustomed to. To be sure, it wasn't
nearly as obvious as the curves on top, but he knew it would
probably have more effect on his life style than the little
protuberances on his chest.

	It seemed every time he saw himself, what he looked like down
there, it was still hard to accept all that had happened to his
body. When nothing touched him, tight clothing, or something
brushing against his crotch area, he really couldn't tell anything
had changed. All the nerves were the same, and all were obviously
still there. It really felt to Joe as if his penis was still there
too, it seemed he could still reach down and wrap his fingers
around it. But, if he tried, as he did out of habit the first time
he needed to urinate, he found that his manhood had been reduced to
a nub of flesh slightly smaller than the tip of his little finger.
It was now slightly below the more prominent pubic bone of his
widening pelvis. The majority of what was there seemed to be drawn
up into his body, with only the tremendously sensitive head able to
peek from some sensitive folds of skin. Those skin folds, which
looked exactly like the female labia minora, had sensation like a
combination of the shaft of his penis and his scrotum. Of course,
all of this was practically out of his view. Without the aid of a
mirror, he could barely see his transformed organ.

	Although his genital still felt like a penis sometimes, it
certainly didn't function like one. It often seemed like he was
getting an erection, but now Joe didn't even bother looking down
when he felt the sensation of a hard-on. No matter how it felt,
there was never anything externally visible. He could still sense
his "penis" swelling up, as if it would soon be ripping out of the
close fitting underpants he now wore, but since the shape of the
erectile tissue had changed, it was now more internal, and
positioned along the sides of this newly formed genital cleft, the
only visible evidence would be a wet crotch in his drawers. At
first, Joe still habitually felt these urges as desire to be with
a woman. Indeed, the sight of a female body could still cause it
to occur, but lately, as he gradually became accustomed to the idea
of appearing to be female himself, he was finding men more and more
interesting.

	As he waited for Jay, Joe gently stroked the new softness
between his legs, exciting the same nerve endings which had
previously been part of his penis, but could better now be
described as his clitoris. The pleasant sensations were different,
and yet familiar. Joe absently tensed the muscles in his groin and
considered the sensation. It was a feeling a normal male couldn't
possibly know, but it too was quite enjoyable. He could sense his
body becoming aroused, he knew what caused that to happen, and he
was doing it, but his finger tips felt only softness under the
slick nylon shorts, lycra leotard, shiny light blue "Gilda Marx"
Capri pants, and, under all that, a white sport panty. He
reluctantly drew his hand away. If he continued touching himself,
he knew he would soon feel wet. No need to mess up the terry
crotch of this new underwear and be uncomfortable, he considered.
He thought about what Jay had told Mr. Peterson, as how he had been
rendered "impotent." Impotent. Perhaps it was hard to define his
affliction, but impotent surely wasn't an apt description. He
wondered if the sexual sensation he felt was the same as for a
"real" woman.

	There was a quick knock at the door between rooms and Jay
walked into the room. He saw Joe lying on the bed and his eyes lit
up. "You look spectacular, as usual," Jay said, as he gawked at
Joe's form on the bed.

	Joe pulled the terry cover-up around him as he got up from the
bed. It was hard to not be embarrassed when Jay stared at him like
that.

	Jay realized that his wide eyed gaze was bothering Joe. "I'm
sorry. It's just that you're just so perfect."

	Joe looked at his pal and frowned, then smiled. "Just don't
forget it's still me. And besides, I'm far from perfect."

	"Close enough," Jay said simply.

	"Are you ready to play?" Joe asked, trying to change the
subject.

	"Of course. Are you ready, that's the question, isn't it?"

	Joe knew what he meant. In the past, before this had happened
to him, Joe was always more than a match for his pal Jay. Now, if
the other day was any indication, Joe had lost all strength
advantage. Indeed, Joe could tell that with the continuing
metamorphosis, he probably had even less muscle mass now than that
first day. The only improvement might be that he was becoming
somewhat accustomed to this new body shape with its slightly
different center of gravity. "I'm ready," he said. "I might not
be as strong as before, but I'll still give you a run for your
money."

	"OK, let's find out."

	Joe grabbed the bag with his towel and racquet. They went
down the staircase, avoiding the elevator and using the five floors
to the workout area as an excellent warmup. There were few other
people there in the afternoon, and there were two courts available.
They went into one and when they assembled their gear and put on
their gloves and safety glasses, Jay tossed a blue ball to Joe.

	Joe went to the corner and fired the ball against the wall
using the same stance and method he had used for years. The ball
went were he intended, but at a much lower velocity than he hoped.
He just didn't have the same oomph anymore. Jay returned it
easily. Joe rushed to the other side and was able to return the
ball, ricocheting it off the side wall. It became immediately
obvious he was now totally outclassed.

	The game continued, with Jay able to dominate every play. Joe
did his level best, but he could tell that Jay wasn't even playing
as well as he could. It was a blow to his ego to be defeated so
easily, but at the same time, he realized that he didn't have
nearly the competitive urge of before. Even the last time he had
played, on that first day after the change, something, perhaps the
greatly reduced testosterone levels, something was causing him to
tolerate defeat with much more grace than he used to. But it still
wasn't easy.

	They played for more than a half hour, and Jay watched his
friend struggle to compete with a body that was very different from
it once was. "Are you getting tired?"

	"Yeah, I am, a little," Joe answered. "But I can play as long
as you want to." He added defiantly.

	"Well, I'm getting pooped, too," Jay said diplomatically.
"Why don't we see what else they have around here?"

	They removed the safety glasses and put their equipment into
their duffel bags and left the court. The hotel workout complex
was very well equipped and had a sauna, hot tub, and a good sized
swimming pool, all below the huge building.

	"How about a swim?" Jay asked.

	"I brought my suit along, but I left it upstairs."

	"I have my trunks in my bag." Jay said. "It would only take
a minute to go up and get yours."

	"Well, OK." Joe agreed. "I'll get it, if that's what you
want."

	Joe put the terry cloth cover-up back on and started upstairs.
When he came to the elevator, he decided to use it. He was tired
and figured that ten floors of stairs would leave him exhausted.
In moments, he was on the fifth floor and at the door to his room.

	Inside he went to his bag and found his suit, a hand-me-down
from Linda. He picked up the bra top and looked at it. The suit
was designed by Body Glove and was last year's day-glow lime green.
The top had a black zip closure between the cups. It was actually
made for swimming, and not particularly revealing, but it was still
the least amount of clothing Joe had ever worn in public, since he
was like this, anyway.

	Joe put the top to his nose and inhaled deeply. Mixed with
the pool chlorine odor and rubbery smell of lycra-spandex, he
detected Linda's scent. Actually he had been the last to wear the
suit, and the flowery smell was probably from the perfume that they
both wore. But to Joe, that smell would always remind him of
Linda.

	Should he put it on here in his room, he wondered? If he did,
he'd then need to go down the elevator wearing it. He wasn't
looking forward to that, even with the terry cloth cover-up. No,
he'd put it on downstairs, in the dressing room.

	Putting the two piece suit into his duffel bag, Joe went back
out and down the elevator to the basement. When he got there, he
went to the ladies' locker room. He hoped there wouldn't be anyone
else in there and was relieved to find the room empty.

	Joe quickly removed his sportswear and then went to the
showers to rinse off. Walking down the aisle to the showers he
looked around the room. Women's locker rooms are always nicer and
better smelling than men's, he concluded. He wondered why that
was. Men's locker rooms always smelled like a mix of moldy towels
and smelly sweat socks. It wasn't particularly fresh smelling in
this room either, but it certainly didn't smell like that. Didn't
women sweat? Or was it that they just didn't smell bad when they
did. He put his nose to his clean-shaven underarm. He was sweaty,
that was sure, but the only odor he could detect was that of
deodorant, and maybe a faint trace of perfume. Perhaps he wasn't
a real woman, but it was probably true, women didn't smell like
men. And now he didn't either, not anymore.

	As he stood in the shower, Joe was careful to keep from
getting his hair wet. Then he considered, he was going to be
jumping in the pool in a few minutes, his hair would surely get wet
then. He hoped that he could get it back the way it was after he
did that. It was still short, but the hairstylist had given it a
cut and shape that looked fairly feminine, and he would never go
back to wearing the wig in any case.

	Using his large bath towel, he dried off and then grabbed the
suit bottom. With his thumbs in the waist band, Joe held the
little bottom out in front of him. It was lime green inside and
out, except for the flesh-toned nylon lining the front and the
narrow crotch, there to keep the pubic hair from showing through
when the suit was wet.

	Joe stepped into the suit bottom and pulled it to his hips.
Unlike any men's trunks he had ever worn, the little green suit
bottom fit snug as second skin. He ran his palm along the front
all the way down to his crotch, and then adjusted the snug elastic
leg openings around his buttocks. When he was satisfied with the
fit and feel, he picked up the top and slipped his arms into the
straps. He attached the zipper and pulled it up to the top, then
reconsidered and opened it about an inch. He knew that was the way
Linda had worn it, and thought it looked better that way.

	Finally he was ready. Joe screwed up his courage and picking
up his bath towel, walked to the locker room door. Stepping out,
he realized the temperature was much cooler there than back in the
locker room. He could feel goose-bumps forming on his arms and
legs, and felt a slight shiver. This newly sensitive skin was not
as tolerant of temperature than before, he thought to himself.

	He stood there, outside the door to the dressing rooms, and
wondered where Jay was. He didn't want to poke his head in the
men's locker room, but he didn't know where else to look. Maybe he
was already in the pool, Joe thought.

	Joe decided to go down the short hallway to the pool. As he
turned the corner, he saw that Jay was indeed in the pool, swimming
laps.

	Joe silently watched his friend for a moment, and then Jay
spotted him standing at the end of the pool and swam over to him.

	"Come on in," Jay said. "It's warm, and real nice."

	Joe stood there shivering a moment and looked at the water.
He was standing near the shallow end, the water was four or five
feet deep. He touched the water with his toe. It felt comfortably
warm. Joe dropped the towel and dove into the pool, aiming for the
middle. It was the first time he dove in since the change had
occurred and immediately he felt the drag caused by his breasts, or
perhaps it was just the partially open zipper of the suit top.

	When he stopped moving, Joe tread water as he snugged the
zipper all the way up. Jay saw him do it and wondered what he was
doing. "Yeah, take it off," Jay teased.

	"Not hardly." Joe said. "I'm just zipping it up all the way.
You'd be amazed how much drag these things create."

	"Sure, you wish."

	"No, really," Joe continued. "I can actually feel the water
pulling against them."

	"OK then, I guess I'll give you a handicap if you want to race
the length of the pool," Jay continued sarcastically.

	"No, I don't want to race, I don't want to compete, I just
want to swim around a little. Can I just do that?"

	"Sure, let's just swim," Jay agreed.

	As they watched each other treading water, Joe again noticed
another difference. It was hardly perceptible, but he found it was
somehow a little easier to remain afloat. Was it the breasts?
Hardly, he thought, they just weren't that big. His hips? They
weren't that much bigger either. It must be a combination of
everything. He was a little lighter now, and his body had gotten
a detectable new buoyancy.

	They frolicked in the water for maybe ten minutes when they
were joined by some other hotel guests. Three older women, maybe
in their late forties or fifties, went to the shallow end and sat
along the edge. They were talking and laughing with each other.
Without being obvious, Joe examined each of them carefully. HE
didn't actually realize it, but he still retained the young man's
tendency to consider unfamiliar women as sexual prey. These women
happened to be a little older than him and Jay, but they weren't
ancient, and two of them were actually quite attractive. The
remaining one, though not ugly, was a little homely and quite
overweight. They just sat there, and suddenly Joe realized that
the women were intently watching Jay, who was still swimming around
paying little or no attention to the three women. With that, Joe
again realized that his peer group had changed. The women were
watching a physically attractive young man, but they were paying
little or no attention to the young woman accompanying him. Joe
was now considered one of them.

	Joe swam over to his pal, and with his head facing away from
the women, he spoke softly to Jay, so that the women would not
hear. "Hey, Jay, there are three pairs of eyes over there watching
your every move." It was Joe's turn to tease.

	"Those women? They're all old enough to be our mothers."

	"Maybe so. But trust me, they aren't thinking of you as a son
right now."

	His masculinity flattered, Jay looked at Joe. "Do women that
age still think about stuff like that?" he asked, only partly in
jest.

	"Hey, I'm learning about them myself, but you do have a nice
tan. Even I noticed your back."

	"What about it?" Jay asked.

	"Well, I guess I never noticed it before, but you've really
got nice shoulders in back, real muscular. Women notice things
like that, I think."

	"Do you?" Jay asked, grinning.

	"I'm starting to," Joe said, sheepishly. "I don't know why,
I admit, but I am starting to like stuff like that. It's kind of
embarrassing."

	"Well, I notice you, too. Maybe it's good that you're
starting to feel things like that."

	"Yeah, maybe it is, but it sure is hard on the shreds of male
ego I have left," Joe admitted. "You wouldn't believe the stuff my
screwed up brain is thinking sometimes."

	"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Jay asked curiously.

	Joe just grinned at his pal. There was no way he could tell
Jay what he was thinking. It even embarrassed him to realize that
these women ogling his pal caused him to feel a possessive pride
from just being with him. Of course he had never felt that way
about a MAN before. He could tell he was starting to like men, but
more in the way he had liked women before, not the way he figured
"real" women liked men. It seemed to him that real women always
wanted to be considered "desirable" to the man in their lives. Joe
hadn't really fully developed that need yet. But the feelings he
was experiencing did seem very "female." It concerned him that he
felt that way, but there seemed to be no way to change the physical
or mental processes that were occurring.

	Jay took Joe's demure grin to be seductive flirting. Just
like Joe, he had difficulty with new, very different feelings for
his old pal. But Joe was now just so physically attractive, and
yet he could still easily talk to him, just like before. Unfortu-
nately, Jay often tended to treat him like the attractive woman he
appeared to be. This sometimes flattered but usually confused Joe,
who was still struggling with the whole idea of acting and being
considered female, regardless of his appearance.

	Jay dove below the surface, and grabbed Joe's legs, pulling
them from under him. Joe countered by grabbing one of Jay's legs,
trying to pull him over too. Jay grabbed for his pal and was able
to get his arm around his slim waist. Formerly, Joe had outweighed
Jay by maybe five to ten pounds, but now Jay had a very noticeable
strength and weight advantage. He could manipulate Joe pretty much
as he chose.

	In an attempt to break away from Jay's hold around his waist,
Joe squirmed around and tried to wriggle free. In the process,
Jay's hand slipped to Joe's right breast. Jay didn't move his hand
away either, and in fact, to Joe it seemed that his friend began
feeling him up. He didn't really mind that much, but he didn't
like the fact that he was now so helpless that someone could even
fondle him while he was actively trying to break free. It made him
realize how vulnerable a female body really was. The thought
sobered him a little.

	But, men have weak spots too, Joe remembered. Maybe he didn't
have balls anymore, but Jay still did. He reached down and grabbed
for his pal's crotch. He avoided the penis, and went straight for
his scrotum. When he got a handful, Joe gave Jay's family jewels
a squeeze, being careful not to do it too hard. He didn't want to
really hurt Jay. The maneuver had the desired effect and Jay let
go immediately.

	"Hey, that's not fair," Jay protested, massaging the injured
area.

	"Why not? I wasn't squeezing YOUR boob."

	"But, that's different," Jay whined, acting offended. "I
didn't hurt you."

	"How do you know?" Joe asked. It was his turn to tease, and
he tried to sound as hurt, but seductive, as he could.

	Joe quickly swam away from Jay, who immediately followed.
They swam around the pool, playing around, teasing and generally
enjoying each other's company. The next time Joe happened to look
over there, the three women were gone from their spot at the far
end of the pool.

	"I guess they already got tired of watching you," Joe teased
Jay.

	"Speaking of tired," Jay said. "I'm beat. And I could eat a
horse."

	"I think I know where you can get some great horse meat," Joe
teased. He was starting to enjoy this flirting with Jay.

	"Do you want to get out?" Jay asked.

	"I'm ready any time you are." Joe wouldn't admit it, but he
was becoming exhausted and sore.

	Jay went to the edge of the pool and, using the muscles of his
shoulders, lifted himself from the water. Joe watched, now
strangely interested in his buddy's physique.

	Joe knew better than to even attempt something like that right
now, and waded over to the stainless steel ladder. He retrieved
the towel from where he had dropped it and followed Jay down the
hallway to the locker rooms.

	As Joe entered the locker room, he heard voices in conversa-
tion. When he went to the aisle where his locker was located, he
saw the three women from the pool were on that aisle too. Oh
great, he thought, now I have to undress in front of these women.

	The women themselves were in various stages of undress. Joe
opened his locker just as, four feet away, the overweight woman
pulled her suit down. He had never seen a nude overweight female
before, and simply couldn't help watching the woman out of the
corner of his eye.

	Unlike Joe, who still had his Arizona tan, the woman's skin
was a very pale white. Though she had large breasts, they were
practically lost in the fat ripples of her belly. Only very large
areola defined them as mammary glands. A sagging roll of fat and
skin almost completely covered her pubic area. Joe was sure she
couldn't even see her pubic hair. He certainly couldn't see any
evidence of her sex until she sat on the bench, and then just
barely. He had to intentionally look away and concentrate on the
things in his own locker to avoid being caught staring.

	He took his bag out and placed it on the bench. His workout
clothes and underwear were still damp with perspiration. No way
was he going to put this stuff back on. He looked down at himself.
He didn't want to go upstairs wearing the two-piece swimsuit, but
he had no other clothes with him. He looked at the running shorts
and decided to pull them over the suit bottom. With that, and the
terry cloth cover-up, he figured he was modest enough. He placed
the wet things into the duffel bag and was zipping the bag when one
of the other women spoke to him.
"Just married, dear?" the woman asked. She was easily the
best looking of the three and stood there wearing only white nylon
panties, casually brushing her hair as she spoke.

	Joe looked over at her, and when he saw she was practically
naked, he politely looked away, then realized that she didn't mind
him looking, he was a woman too. He smiled at her and shook his
head. "No. We're just old friends." At least it was the truth.
It was still hard to concentrate on what you were doing when
surrounded by naked women, but he was slowly getting used to it.
At least he didn't have to worry about his erection showing.

	"I like your suit," the woman continued. "I wish I could
still wear things like that."

	"I couldn't wear it either, until recently," Joe said,
smiling. Another truth.

	"Well, you look like you're keeping yourself in good shape
now," the woman said. "But I'll tell you, it does get a lot harder
as the years go by."

	Joe wondered if it would be proper for him to compliment the
woman on her appearance too. He didn't know how to interact with
strange women, but it seemed she wanted to talk so he figured he
might as well.

	"You're looking pretty good, yourself." Joe said awkwardly.
It sounded more like a young man's words than something one woman
would say to another.

	The woman looked strangely at Joe, who was slipping Reeboks on
his bare feet. Joe just smiled at her, picked up the duffel bag,
and walked down the aisle toward the door. He passed the toilet
stalls and was reminded that he really needed to pee. Too much
work, he decided. In a couple of minutes he'd be back in his room,
where he could remove the damp swimsuit. He could hold it that
long.

	Joe went to the elevator and pressed the button. The door
opened immediately and a middle-aged man wearing shorts and a
T-shirt came out. He gave Joe the once over as he brushed past.
Joe tried to not notice the man ogling him, and pressed the button
for the fifth floor. Soon the door closed and he was alone again.
The elevator made no stops, and in a moment the door opened and Joe
was in the hallway to his room. He unlocked the door and went
inside.

	Joe closed the door between rooms and was undecided if he
should lock it from his side. He didn't want to be impolite to
Jay, but he wanted to be alone while he showered again and changed
clothes. He was getting used to his new body, but Jay sometimes
treated him like a new toy. He understood why his pal acted like
that, but sometimes his fawning and lustful stares simply tried his
patience. Maybe he did look and feel like a woman, but he sure
wasn't used to being treated like one by his old buddy. Why
couldn't Jay just treat him like before, at least once in a while?
He closed the door and latched it.

	Joe dropped the duffel bag on the bed and went into the
bathroom. He removed the cover-up and hung it on a hook on the
door. He slipped the shorts off and then quickly pulled the
swimsuit bottom down and kicked it off. He raised the lid, then
sat and relieved himself, taking a deep breath as the pressure on
his bladder subsided. Sometimes, Joe mused, a simple act like
peeing just felt so good. The mechanics may have changed now, but
it still felt pretty much the same.

	Joe flushed the toilet, then unzipped the suit top, took it
off, and dropped it on the floor next to the bottom. He examined
his breasts in the mirror. Their shape was so firm, his nipples so
pink, especially when compared to those women downstairs. He
wondered if he was destined to look like that too? Highly likely,
he decided. Each of those women probably once looked a lot like he
did, probably only a few years ago. Beauty, if this is what it
was, was only skin deep, and very temporary.

	He started the water running in the shower and then, when he
saw the complimentary bath beads, be decided to take a tub bath
instead. Linda had taught him the pleasure of soaking in the warm
fragrant bubbles. He was starting to feel sorry for himself, and
needed a little time to himself. Jay could wait for him.

	When the tub was full of water of a comfortable temperature,
Joe eased his tired body into the suds. Sometimes, especially at
times like this, he really enjoyed the heightened sensitivity the
change had given his body. There was no doubt that there were pros
and cons of being female, but this was definitely one of the
pluses. He simply couldn't have imagined that a simple bubble bath
felt so good to a girl. He leaned back and closed his eyes. It
really wasn't so bad to be like this,

	Joe soaked for maybe ten minutes, massaging muscles which
probably hadn't been this sore in years. When he touched his
crotch, he thought of what was might be in store tonight. He and
Jay had already been intimate once before, when he had been
visiting the clinic in San Diego. Then, he had been the one who
had initiated the affair. Curiosity over what sex, as he was now,
might feel like had simply been more than he could tolerate. So he
had asked Jay, and Jay had enthusiastically agreed. The experience
had been good. Very good. Once he overcame the fear that Jay's
penis might hurt as it entered his new, virgin opening, Joe found
that intercourse as a female could be very satisfying.

	Instead of centering almost entirely in his penis, the
sensation was now felt all over his changed body. Actually, the
sensation of having the penis inside him was almost anti-climatic.
It felt great sliding in (at least the second time it did), but
there was not all that much feeling once it was there unless Jay
was moving around. The best sensation was when he was able to rub
the skin which could now be called his clitoris along the firm
shaft of Jay's penis. That feeling was not so unlike sex as a
male, but maybe amplified by ten. And when you climaxed, there was
no waiting to go again. Like this, it seemed you could keep going
as long as your partner was able. That was a real limitation,
however. Jay's nervousness over engaging in intimacy with his pal
Joe had made his maintaining a functional erection unreliable at
best.

	Joe was hoping everything would be different tonight. Jay now
knew what to expect, indeed, it seemed that he had wanted to jump
Joe's bones all day long. He would give Jay his chance again
tonight, Joe decided.

	It was now a week since he woke up to find his body changed
like this. What a week. He looked at his breasts, just visible
above the white bubbles. Last week, he had hair on his chest, hair
which had just recently been turning a darker brown. It had been
dark blond since he started to get it at puberty. Now, the hair
was gone, and his body was slowly continuing to develop the
contours of a mature female. He still couldn't fully accept what
was happening to him. But here it was, in all its splendor. Maybe
it really wasn't so bad, he thought, closing his eyes, luxuriating
in the warm scented suds. Maybe life had dealt him a strange hand,
but it was still fun to play the game.

	Joe had started to fall asleep in the water when he heard a
knock at the door. It was hard to tell for sure, but it sounded
like it might be the interconnecting door. Jay. Joe called out.
"I'm in the tub. I'll be out in a little while."

	"OK," he could hear Jay answer. "Do you want to go somewhere
to eat?"

	"Yeah, sure." Joe answered. "I'll be out shortly." Damn it,
Joe thought. He can't leave me alone for a minute.

	The magic spell broken, Joe rubbed himself with a wash cloth.
The soft cloth felt like sandpaper on his sensitive skin. He
finished quickly and then pulled the tub plug. Noticing shampoo on
the counter, he decided that he probably should wash the chlorine
from his hair. He got out of the tub and turned on the shower
head. While adjusting the temperature and aim of the nozzle, Joe
realized that the shower was one of those hand-held, massaging
spray types.

	This will be good for rinsing the soap from my hair, he
thought. He stood under the warm water, wet his hair, and massaged
some of the shampoo in. The smell of the shampoo reminded him of
wild cherry cough drops. He rinsed the shampoo out and then
applied some conditioner. He rinsed that out and ran his fingers
through his hair. His hair felt so soft. Since the change, it
seemed that his hair had become finer and softer. He didn't know
how or why that would have happened. It applied to all his
remaining hair, even the now narrow triangle at his crotch. The
shampoo seemed to make his hair even softer. I wonder of it will
make this even softer, too, he wondered, rubbing across the short
but slightly curly hair on his pubic mound.

	He squirted some of the cherry scented shampoo on his palm and
rubbed it into his bush. If nothing else, it'll smell good down
there, he mused, a smile coming to his face. His soapy fingers
felt great as they massaged the softness between his legs. Joe had
always figured the male had an advantage when it came to masturba-
tion, but since the change, he realized that was probably not the
case. What you touched, and how you touched it may have changed,
but the increased sensitivity certainly left nothing to be desired.

	Joe finished shampooing and started to rinse off the soap. He
removed the shower head from the clip and aimed the spray directly
at his crotch. The direct spray was very effective at removing the
shampoo suds, but Joe quickly found another use for the hand held
shower. When the spray touched his penis/clitoris, at first it
felt like a little tickle, but then almost immediately caused a
wonderful sensation. Following the foreplay with the shampoo, Joe
almost immediately experienced sexual release. His legs tensed,
and he had to put a free hand against the wall to keep from falling
over. He closed his eyes and continued with the spray until he
experienced a second explosion of "intense feeling." Joe was again
amazed at how quickly he could climax and rebound. His response
cycle had certainly changed. Indeed, Joe couldn't even think of
any women he knew who responded like this, at least not with him
anyway.

	Joe inspected the hand held spray head. It was made by a
company he recognized, but not for designing stuff like this. He
decided he would have to get one of these for his shower at home.
Maybe get Linda one, too. No reason not to let her in on his
little discovery.

	After a little while, the new thrill began to wear thin. The
spray was beginning to irritate rather than excite the delicate
tissues. The increased sensitivity in his changed genitalia had
created a very fine line between pleasure and pain. It took a
little longer to get excited, but the excitement could last until
the sensitive skin started to get sore. That was very different
from before, when desire rose and fell, and ability was predicated
on maintaining an erection.

	He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.
Grabbing a bath towel, Joe slowly dried off, basking in the
afterglow of his experience in the shower. When he was dry, Joe
looked at his hair in the mirror. He picked up his brush, and
removed the hair drier from the wall bracket. His short hair dried
quickly and he found that he could almost get the style the way it
was before.

	Still naked, he went out into the main room. He looked in his
bag and tried to decide what to wear. If they went out to eat,
should he dress formally, or casually? If he was at home, it would
be easy. He didn't want to wear a dress, or put makeup on, and
that was completely acceptable at home in the southwest. But here,
he didn't know.

	"So what?" he decided. He would wear what he felt like
wearing. He dug out his new denim jeans and held up the new
sweatshirt that he had just purchased. The shirt was a rather
large, white, heavy, high neck, fashion sweatshirt he thought might
come in handy and Jay said he liked, so he bought it. Yeah, a
sweatshirt and pants, that's exactly what he felt like wearing.

	Underwear. What should he wear underneath? He thought about
what they might do later. He grinned at the possibilities, and
knew he should probably plan for it. His personal favorite was the
black thong back panty and the matching bra. It made him look so
sexy, and somehow made him feel good even when he was feeling down
about what had happened. He wanted Jay to see him wearing them; he
knew he looked good wearing them. Yeah... When he pulled his
jeans off and Jay saw this...

	Joe pulled the stretchy wisp of black cloth over his hips. It
felt so strange the way it rode into the crack of his butt, but he
knew he would soon overcome the almost irrepressible urge to want
to pull it out. He rubbed his hand over his pubic mound and
grinned. Yeah...

	Joe strapped on the little black bra, then examined himself in
the dresser mirror. He looked and felt absolutely wicked.

	Joe went over to the bed, picked up the sweatshirt, and pulled
it over his head. He took the Levis and slipped them up his smooth
legs. He buttoned the fly, and arranged the sweatshirt around his
hips.

	Whenever he moved, he could feel his bra covered breasts
rubbing the heavy cloth of the sweatshirt. It made him constantly
aware of them, and it felt so sexy. Joe rubbed his chest with both
hands. He looked at himself in the mirror over the dresser. The
heavy top totally concealed his new shape, and with the denim
jeans, he sort of looked like a guy again. Well, not really. Joe
examined his face. The feminization process had made his lips look
thinner, his features a little finer, and his eyes a little larger.
He was still himself, but his face probably looked as it would have
if he had been born female. It was an eerie feeling, to look in
the mirror, and see the twin sister you never had staring back.

	Joe went back to the bathroom and rescued a tiny bottle of
perfume from his shaving kit. He put some behind each ear and,
pulling up the heavy top, he daubed some in the cleavage of his
breasts. Again, the scent reminded him of Linda, and the thought
made him a little sad. But what the heck, he thought, this whole
thing wasn't my idea, I'm just learning to live with what happened.

	Still barefoot, Joe wondered what shoes to wear. He didn't
have much to choose from. The two inch heels, the black flats, and
the Reeboks. The heels were out, and he didn't really want to wear
the flats. He liked the Reeboks, but thought it might be just a
little too casual. My god, he thought to himself, I'm wearing blue
jeans and a sweatshirt, how much less casual than that can I get?
He retrieved the Reeboks and rummaged through his bag to find clean
socks.

	When Joe thought he was ready, he looked for his purse, found
it, and retrieved his wallet. Tonight, he didn't want to carry
even a little handbag, but when he tried to put the wallet into the
hip pocket of the jeans, he found that the snug fit of his butt in
the woman's Levis didn't make that a priority. If he was going to
carry a wallet, he would need at least a little purse. He opened
the wallet and withdrew the folding money, then his license, Visa,
and American Express. He slipped them into his pockets. He would
be able to go without a purse after all.

	With his jacket in one hand, Joe knocked on the interconnect-
ing door. "I'm ready," he called to Jay.

	Jay opened the door. "Well it's about time. I thought you
fell asleep," Jay said as he came into the room.

	Jay was wearing casual slacks, a sport shirt, and a jacket.
He was perhaps a little less casually than Joe, but they would look
ok together.

	"Well, are we slumming tonight?" Jay teased when he saw what
Joe was wearing.

	"I just wanted to wear this. Do you have a problem with it?"

	"No, No, absolutely not," Jay said. "You look great, really."

	"Well, it feels good. I really need to get out of those girl
clothes once in a while."

	"I agree," Jay said, a big grin showing on his face. "You
should get out of those clothes once in a while."

	Joe eyed his friend with mock suspicion. "Just keep your
pants on," he teased. "We'll see what happens later, maybe."

	"Where do we want to eat?" Jay changed the conversation like
he was actually as nervous as Joe about what might take place
later.

	"I don't know, what are you hungry for? You're the one who
said he could eat a horse. Are you thinking steak?"

	"That would be good," Jay answered, "if that's what you want.
About anything is fine with me."

	"I think there are some pretty good places within walking
distance. We could stay in the area, or if you like, we can drive
over to Minneapolis."

	"I don't need to go anywhere. If there's a reasonable place
nearby, let's go to there."

	"It's about forty degrees outside. You won't need more than
that jacket," Joe told Jay. After he said it, he wondered why he
did. He had never worried about his pal's clothes before. He WAS
changing.

	They went out and down the elevator. When they reached the
ground floor, they picked up a little brochure which detailed some
of the attractions of downtown St. Paul. Joe was right, there were
a few excellent restaurants within a few blocks. Some of them
could be reached without ever going outdoors. The buildings were
cleverly connected with a series of sky walks.

	They decided on a steak house with the atmosphere of an
English pub. It was a nice place, but they didn't look out of
place with their casual dress.

	The waiter, thinking he had two young lovers, sat them in a
dimly lit, cozy, out of the way spot. Joe was a little embarrassed
at first, then decided that the table was excellent. They could
talk about anything without having to be concerned about being
overheard. There were now some strange conversations possible
between him and Jay.

	When they were seated, Jay ordered a bottle of wine. Joe
decided that he would be careful. His changed metabolism made him
very intolerant of alcohol. These days, he was a very cheap drunk.

	The waiter brought the wine, they ordered, and then they were
alone.

	"It's so strange," Jay said. "Here we are, two... guys. I
still do think of you as a guy sometimes. Here we are, and
everyone we meet thinks we're a couple. What do you think about
that?"

	"I don't know. You're right though, I'm still having trouble
thinking of myself as a girl, a female, a woman. It's really hard
to accept that I might have to stay this way the rest of my life."

	"But you're so beautiful now," Jay countered. "Don't you like
looking like that?"

	"How do you think you'd feel if you woke up one morning and
discovered you had turned into a girl? Forget about what I look
like. I've changed inside and out. You know what I mean.
Sometimes it's fun, but other times it's kind of frightening. I
don't know what I should do."

	"You're doing great. Sometimes I forget that you aren't a
'real woman.'"

	"Well, I never forget," Joe said, grinning at his pal. Jay
was so understanding. Although it seemed he incessantly teased
Joe, his light spirit about the whole accident made it easier for
Joe to adapt to what was happening to him. In the candlelight, Jay
looked into Joe's eyes. He didn't speak, but a lot was said.

	Jay grinned. "I think we're the only people in town with
suntans, and you look absolutely fantastic in the candle glow."

	"You should have seen that fat woman at the pool," Joe said,
with a grin growing on his face too.

	"I did," Jay countered. "I was there, remember."

	"I mean later, in the locker room," Joe chuckled. "I don't
think I've ever seen anything like it. She had more rolls of fat
than the Pillsbury Dough Boy, and just as white."

	"The other two weren't that bad." Jay said critically.

	"Yeah, I know. The prettiest one changed clothes right next
to me," Joe said, trying to create a little jealousy in his friend.

	"What's that like? To have to sit there with naked women all
around you like that?"

	Joe smiled deviously. "Actually, they were not all around.
There were only three."

	"Yeah, but to have women undressing in front of you. How on
earth can you stand it?"

	"I guess it helps to be a girl," Joe said dryly. "They can't
see your hard-on." He grinned.

	Jay looked at Joe and returned the grin. "I love it when you
talk dirty," he said sarcastically.

	"It's the truth. It's a little different, sure, but not as
much as you probably think. You can't imagine how it feels; the
things I have to be concerned about. They told me the other day,
at the clinic, that if my hormone levels continued to change I'd
probably experience changes in desire, things like that. It's one
thing to have them tell you what might happen. In reality, it's a
whole other thing to realize that you are beginning to notice men's
rear ends, the strong shoulders, I don't even know how to explain
it to you," Joe stammered. "Do you know that today I got a
hard-on, if I dare call it that, while I watched you swimming
around?"

	Jay looked into Joe's eyes and winked slightly. "I don't have
to tell you that you've been doing that to me all week."

	"I know what I look like. I can understand you reacting like
that when you see me, I guess. But, for me... How would you feel
if suddenly you found yourself wanting to have sex with a man?"

	"I guess maybe I could handle it if I had a body like yours."

	"Damn it Jay, forget what I look like! Don't you see all this
is only skin and muscle?" Joe retorted. "And not too much muscle,
that's for sure."

	"Yeah, but the skin... I... "

	Joe interrupted him. "You can't believe what it's like not to
even know what your brain will think about the next thing you see.
To not to know till you try, whether you still have the strength to
lift something or not?" Joe said, trying to restrain himself from
raising his voice.

	"What do you want me to do? I'm trying to help you with this.
Don't get pissed at me. I didn't do this to you."

	Joe looked across the table at Jay. A smile replaced the
scowl that had formed there. "Hey, I know. I'm sorry. Of course
I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at anybody. I just get so
frustrated about what has happened to me that when I start to think
about it, sometimes it all just starts to overwhelm me."

	"You're doing a lot better than I would," Jay complimented.
"I can't believe how well you've been adjusting to all this, How
patient you've been to all the questions and the examinations. I'm
as guilty as anybody. But what happened to you is so unique, it
sounds like something out of the Inquirer. But here you are, alive
and well."

	"Yeah, alive and well," Joe repeated. "You know, until a few
days ago, I was thinking that the best thing that could happen
would be for the doctors to find a way to get us back. To make me
normal again. But the longer I stay this way, the longer this
'femaleness' thing changes me: the way I look, the way I feel, the
way I THINK. When I really ask myself what I want to happen, I
don't even know if I want to be changed back anymore."

	"You want to stay female? You do make a good one, I think.
And that's not meant as an insult."

	Joe grinned. "Thanks. I don't know, I really don't know
anything about being a woman. I mean periods... maybe even having
babies... It's a lot more than just learning to wear a skirt."

	"You might not have a choice," Jay reminded him.

	"Yeah. I know. It's so scary. I'm glad everybody has been
so good and so helpful with this. Even your teasing makes it
easier. It helps me take all it with a grain of salt."

	"We've been best friends for a long time. It's going to take
more than you sprouting boobs to change that." Jay winked.

	The conversation was interrupted by the waiter bringing
salads. The conversation continued as they ate, and when they
finished their steaks and refused dessert, Jay asked the question.
"Will we be sleeping together tonight?"

	From across the table, Joe looked at him in the dim candle
light. "Do you want to?"

	"Sure. But only if you do."

	"Let's go back to the room and see what happens," Joe said
shyly.

	Playing a demure young woman did not come naturally to Joe.
He was now as interested in Jay as he had ever been with a woman.
But he didn't want to sound as horny as he felt.

	Jay paid the tab and they walked back to the hotel, with Jay
taking Joe's hand, and Joe letting him. They walked slowly, not
saying much, but anxious and nervous about what was likely to take
place.

Article 91135 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 31)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:06:18 GMT

			      Chapter 31

	They didn't speak as they rode the elevator the five floors to
the rooms. Jay held Joe's hand firmly, and Joe walked close to
him. Joe felt strange, acting subordinate to Jay, but at the same
time he experienced an oddly comforting feeling of safety. Jay
wasn't really that much larger, but he was stronger than Joe.
Before the change, it was Joe who had been the bigger and stronger.
Not anymore. It was a hard thing for both to get accustomed to.

	When they reached the hallway, Joe stopped at the door to his
room and fished his key from his pants' pocket. Jay nervously
watched as Joe opened the door, then followed him inside.

	Joe could feel his heart pound as he slowly walked to the
opposite end of the room. He had been at this point a few times
before, the awkward start of a possible night of sex, but never in
this position. He looked at Jay, who stood self-consciously at the
other side of the bed. "Lighten up, Jay. You know I'm not going
to bite."

	"It isn't very easy doing this, Joe. We were buddies."

	"I thought we still are."

	"Buddies don't usually get into bed together."

	"Hey, if you don't want to do this, I understand," Joe said,
smiling. "God knows, you can probably hear my heart from where
you're standing."

	"No. I can't. But then, mine might explode at any minute. I
know I've been teasing you all day, and I think I meant it too, but
now I just don't know if I can go through with this."

	"I know. I find myself wondering why I would even want to get
in the same bed with you, too. I must be absolutely going nuts."
Joe grinned at Jay. "Let's just see what's on television," he
continued. "We can lie here and watch that, and forget about all
this sex crap."

	"You really think that'll be possible?"

	"Probably not. But if something else happens, what the heck,"
Joe grinned mischievously.

	Joe went to the television set and snapped it on. He pointed
to the remote control fastened to the stand between the beds. "See
if you can find something good. I'm going to hit the can."

	He went into the bathroom. As he peed, he thought about the
birth control sponge and wondered if he should try one on, just in
case. He retrieved one from his shaving kit and examined it.
Wrapped in its protective wrapper it looked sort of like a tiny
catcher's mitt. He ripped open the plastic and held it by the
little tab. This looks too big to put inside me, he thought.

	He remembered how he thought the same thing about Jay, and how
easily that went. He carefully read the instructions on the little
paper. Using toilet tissue, he dried, then stood up. With jeans
and underwear around his ankles, he bent to a squatting position
and looked down at his crotch. Everything is so much easier with
a penis, he thought to himself.

	With his left hand, he spread the sides of the opening and
probed around with the ring finger of his right hand. When he
located the exact position of his vaginal orifice, he took the
little sponge, carefully held it as the directions said, and placed
it inside. Using his index finger, he adjusted the contraceptive
until it was in a location he hoped was covering the cervix.
Though he had explored himself, he had never probed this new part
of his body quite this way before, and it came as a surprise when
he actually touched his cervix with his finger. It was just
another confirmation of the extent of what had happened. There
actually was a cervix in there, just like in the picture. Not only
had his external appearance become female but, like the doctors had
said, his internal organs were changed, too. If there was a cervix
in there, there surely had to be a uterus. If he had a uterus, it
was only a matter of time before he would ovulate, then menstruate.
If he did that, well... He hoped the sponge performed as adver-
tised. He wasn't ready to try everything his body might now be
capable of. Not yet anyway.

	With the sponge inserted, Joe stood up. He examined his
reflection in the mirror. He couldn't see anything new, it all
looked the same. Everything was completely hidden inside his body.
He was somewhat surprised that he couldn't really feel anything
either. He tensed the muscles down there and confirmed it. Other
than a strange residual feeling from having just probed around down
there, stretching things with his fingers, he felt nothing
different at all. He realized that his fingers were wet with his
juices. He held them under the sink and quickly dried his hands on
a towel.

	Joe pulled the diminutive panty to his hips, then raised and
buttoned his jeans. He pulled the sweatshirt back down and
examined his appearance in the mirror. He decided to give his
disheveled hair a quick brush. With that, he went back out to
where Jay was resting on the bed watching TV. "What's on?" he
asked.

	"Well, Showtime has a comedy special, and HBO is showing
'Memphis Belle.'"

	Without looking at the screen, Joe could tell from the 40's
big band sound that Jay was watching the story of flying in world
war two. He had seen it before, at the movies and also on
television. It was worth watching again. But right now, his mind
wasn't on airplanes, movies, or TV.

	Joe lay down on the other double bed, and then got up again
and pulled the spread away, leaving only the bare sheets. Jay
apparently was trying his best to keep his attention on the small
screen.

	Joe removed his Reeboks and socks, then, leaving his clothes
on, he dropped back on the pillows. He tried his best to get
interested in the movie, but soon the warm room and the heavy
sweatshirt began to feel uncomfortable. It also gave him an idea.

	Without saying anything, Joe sat up and pulled the sweatshirt
over his head, placing it at the edge of the bed. He watched Jay's
reaction out of the corner of his eye. He raised his arms over his
head and stretched, emphasizing his new breasts as much as he
could. He knew the shiny little black bra made his new shape look
its best, and he could tell Jay was transfixed, watching his every
move. He pawed his left breast as if scratching an imaginary itch.
Joe found it was actually sort of fun to play this little game and
discover Jay's reaction. It was quite exciting being the tease.
He lay back on the pillow to let the bait work.

	At first it seemed that Jay was just going to lie there, doing
nothing. Joe began to feel embarrassment, as if he had just been
caught dressing in drag. But soon he saw his actions had the
desired effect.

	"You look pretty good, lying there," Jay said simply.

	"Thanks," Joe said, attempting a demure smile. "That big
sweatshirt was just too warm. You don't mind, do you?"

	"Heck, no," Jay said with uncharacteristic abandon. "I like
it."

	"I do, too," Joe said, momentarily sitting up. "It's kind of
funny. I thought it would be embarrassing to wear stuff like this,
but actually, it's worse without it. I mean... the boobs are
always there." He shook his chest provocatively, making his
breasts sway slightly.

	Jay watched his friend flaunt his new software. Joe did look
so fine. "You make it difficult to watch the movie, when you sit
there like that."

	"I'm sorry. Do you want me to wear a shirt?"

	"Not at all. You look beautiful like that."

	"Yeah? Really?" Joe asked. "I mean... I know I don't compare
with Barb, that's for sure."

	Barb was Jay's current girl friend. She was rather well
endowed. Joe had his first glimpse at her generous assets when
they had changed clothes together in Linda's bedroom, some days
ago.

	Jay's face showed a look of surprise and then humor. "What's
this? Do I detect that you're jealous of Barb?" Jay questioned.

	"No. I'm not jealous. I'm just wondering how you think I
compare. I can't even attempt to judge myself that way, but I
guess I would like to know."

	"Well, you are different from Barb, that's for sure. But I
like the difference. Sure, you haven't got quite as much on top as
she does, but like you said yourself, you're still growing." Jay
laughed.

	"But do I look like a REAL girl to you? I mean, I know I'm
female looking, sort of, but do I really look like a woman to you,
a real woman?" Joe wanted to know. His confidence in his ability
to pass in his newly adapted gender needed bolstering.

	"Joe, I don't think you look like anything BUT a woman." Jay
said. "What are you worried about?"

	"Damn it, Jay, I guess I don't know. I realize that I
probably won't ever be male again, and I guess I'm trying my best
to get used to the whole idea. But I don't feel like a woman.
Hell, I don't know what a female is supposed to feel like. Maybe
I really do, and don't even realize it. But if I'm going to live
like this, I need to know what you, and others, really think."

	"Look at yourself," Jay admonished. "You remember what women
look like. You said yourself you saw three of them undress right
in front of you, just this afternoon. You can answer the question
better than I can."

	"Jay, I know what I see, but when I look at myself, I can
still see the male me. I mean, sure I can see the differences, but
I feel like it's just me with female parts added, (he grinned) or
with my male parts missing."

	"Ok," Jay ordered. "Stand up."

	"Stand up?"

	"Stand up, and walk around to the front of the bed," Jay said,
clicking the light on bright.

	Joe went to the foot of the single beds. He stood there in
jeans and bra, with his hands held clasped in front of him. Jay
looked him over critically, saying nothing for about almost a
minute.

	"Off with the Levis," Jay commanded.

	Joe gave him a confused look and then smiled shyly.

	"Come on, off with the Levis," Jay repeated.

	Obediently, Joe unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He
stepped out of them, retrieved his sweatshirt, and placed both on
the dresser. When he turned around, Jay saw the thong back
underwear. "Turn around," he ordered.

	Joe did a slow three-sixty. He looked at Jay, the shy smile
still on his face.

	"You wear clothes like that, and you still say you're unsure
of your sexuality? I'm sure you look better, and more female, than
at least ninety percent of the women in this place, that's for
sure."

	"So you like it, huh?" Joe asked, making his hip jut out in a
mockingly sexy pose.

	"Sure. Black really looks good on you."

	"Yeah, I think I like it too. Who would have thought I'd ever
be standing in front of you, or anybody, wearing stuff like this?"
Joe wondered aloud.

	"It's hard to believe you were ever a guy. I know I've asked
you this before, but what does it feel like to have your body
changed like that?"

	Joe looked into Jay's eyes and grinned mischievously. "Well,
right now it kind of itches," Joe answered, using his fingernails
on both sides of his pubic area at the edge of the panty's narrow
crotch band. "I think there's a little stubble there. I haven't
trimmed it for a while"

	"Do you want me to scratch it?" Jay offered.

	Joe grinned nervously. "I thought you'd never ask," he said,
in his best Madonna imitation.

	"Get your butt over here, then." Jay ordered.

	Joe went slowly to where Jay was sitting. Jay reached out and
put his hand on Joe's hip, then ran it down his soft, bare
backside. "You are so soft and smooth. You feel like a teenager."

	"Have you been feeling up any teenagers lately?"

	Jay grinned. "It's true, Joe. I think your skin is softer
now than even a few days ago."

	"That's what I've been telling you." Joe said. "I'm still
changing. I can feel it happening. I guess it's the hormones or
something, I don't know."

	"Well, whatever it is, it looks and feels great."

	"Unless you're the guy whose body it's happening too, that is.
Then it takes on a whole different aspect," Joe reminded.

	"Yeah, I guess it would at that. But my God, it's just so
amazing. You're so beautiful."

	"Do you know how hard it is to think of yourself as beauti-
ful?"

	"I'm sorry. But you really are. The change is phenomenal.
The way your voice has changed, you even sound like a woman."

	"Yeah. But with no balls comes no muscles," Joe reminded him,
rubbing his palm over his pubic area, as if to emphasize the
difference. "I was playing as hard as I could, but you walked all
over me today."

	Jay moved his hand away from stroking Joe's smooth buttock,
and placed it on the black nylon covering his genital area. He
could feel Joe's pubic hair through the soft cloth. The gentle
touch felt great to Joe, and he stood still, with his eyes closed,
taking in the sensation.

	"It's a shame," Jay said. "To look so fine, and still want to
be a hairy guy again." He smiled at Joe in a kind of condescending
way.

	Joe put his somewhat smaller hand over Jay's, and slowly
guided Jay's fingers over the outside of his underwear around his
pubic mound. Then he moved his legs apart slightly and moved Jay's
fingers to the softness between them. "What does that feel like to
you?" he asked.

	"What does it feel like? What do you mean, what does it feel
like?"

	"Just what I said. You're touching me. What does it feel
like?"

	"I don't know. What do you want me to say?" Jay stammered.

	"Does it feel like you're touching a woman? Does it feel like
you're rubbing a pussy?"

	Jay looked up at Joe. He was sitting on the bed, and Joe was
standing beside it. "Well, yeah, I guess it does. It does. It
feels like I'm touching a... a female sexual organ," Jay said
clinically.

	"Well, I feel it too. But do you know what it feels like to
me?" Without waiting for Jay to respond, Joe continued. "I hope
this doesn't turn you off, but it feels like you just ran your
fingers along my cock, and now you're touching my balls. That's
what it feels like to me."

	"Really?" Jay exclaimed, moving his hand away. "It feels like
that?"

	"Yes. Does that help you understand what it's like to be like
this? To have everybody start thinking of you as a woman, just
because you look like one?"

	"Gee. I'm sorry Joe... I never knew... I thought you wanted to
do this... I mean... I said I only wanted to if you did."

	"That's the second paradox," Joe continued. "My body looks
female, but I feel male, and yet... female too... I guess. But
even though I usually think of myself as a guy, still male, I'm
starting to have these thoughts... these urges... It makes me
wonder if maybe I'm really homosexual or at least, bisexual."

	"I think you're trying to tell me that you're starting to
notice men, and you don't know what you should do about it."

	"Yeah. I think maybe that's what I'm trying to say. It's so
confusing."

	"Let's see. You've undergone this change... Your body looks
female. It still feels male, but also female. You think of
yourself as male, but at the same time, you're starting to acquire
an interest in men. Does that sum it up?"

	Joe looked at his pal. "Yes, I guess maybe that's the
problem."

	"Hmm... You've said that it you feel it isn't likely that
they'll figure out some way to get you back and make you look male
again." Jay was speaking methodically. "It looks to me like
what's happening is probably the best thing for you. I mean... If
you have to live as a woman, wouldn't you want to be heterosexual?"

	"I guess I do," Joe said without conviction, "but what about
Linda?"

	"What about her? In your present state, why not just think of
her as a friend? With your body like this, I'd say you have little
need for her in bed, wouldn't you?" Jay had begun rhythmically
moving his fingers between Joe's legs. His action was making
concentrating on what they were saying to each other very diffi-
cult.

	"Do you know what she wants to do?" Joe asked. "She wants me
to help her use the machine to make her male."

	"Linda wants to be a man?" Jay said in amazement. "Why would
she want to do that?"

	"I think because she's in love with me," Joe said simply. "I
think because she realizes that I can't love her like I want to,
and she can't give me what I need. The other night I told her that
I might not mind staying this way, and the next day she told me she
wanted to be a guy."

	"Can they make her one?" It was a strange question, but with
what had happened already, not unreasonable.

	"As far as I know, if the machine could masculinize her, it
could change us back, too. I don't have an answer for that right
now."

	"If she was a guy, would you... could you feel the same about
her?"

	"That's a hard question. I mean... I do love her, but I don't
know if I'd want me married to her this way... not as her WIFE."

	"What about sometime? Would you consider being a wife,
sometime?"

	Joe looked at the wall, deep in thought. "I'm young. I'd
hate to think I'll have to spend the rest of my life alone. I mean
I was just planning to settle down and marry Linda. But to get
married, like this, as a woman, to become a wife, maybe get
pregnant, have babies... God Jay, it's too early to think about
stuff like that. I'm still having to remember to sit when I pee."
Joe laughed as he voiced the last sentence.

	"Is it too early to think about trying out the new equipment?"
Jay asked, giving Joe's crotch a squeeze. He could tell Joe was
enjoying his actions since the little black panties were becoming
quite damp.

	Joe looked down at Jay. It was so strange. It seemed he was
slowly being overcome by an intense desire to make Jay feel good.
He was finding that the sex urge manifested itself much differently
now. Before, the main interest was to get his penis inside his
partner's vagina. Now it was all much more subtle. He could still
detect a strong feeling of desire emanating from his genitalia, but
it was different.

	"No. I think I could use the practice, don't you?" Joe teased.
His urge to get down to business was overcoming his embarrassment.

	"What do you suggest we do?" Jay asked.

	Jay was lying on the bed, but he was still fully clothed. He
had slipped his shoes off, so Joe reached down and pulled his socks
off, running his fingers along the soles of Jay's feet as he did
so. "Loosen that belt," Joe said.

	Jay did as he was told, and helped as Joe pulled his trousers
off. Joe dropped them on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed
next to Jay. He began unbuttoning Jay's shirt, and Jay reached up
and fondled Joe's breasts. Joe gently pushed his hand away.

	"You can look, but don't touch," Joe said softly. He knew
that if he held Jay off, his interest would peak even higher. When
he had Jay's shirt unbuttoned, with Jay's assistance, he removed it
and placed it with his trousers.

	Now Jay lay on the bed wearing only royal blue jockey shorts.
Joe looked at his friend's crotch, where his erection strained at
the cotton fabric. He was finding it difficult to accept that he
could actually want to touch another man's penis.

	"My goodness," Joe said in mock surprise. "What do we have
here?" He placed his hand on the bulge at Jay's crotch. Then he
gingerly wrapped his fingers around Jay's manhood and softly
squeezed. It amazed him how hard the thing was. Only a week, and
already I can't remember what a real hard-on feels like, he thought
to himself.

	Jay closed his eyes as Joe stroked his penis with one hand and
ran his soft fingers through the hair of his chest with the other.
Maybe Joe was really a guy and all that, but he looked so good, and
smelled so good. His hands were so soft too, and he knew exactly
what kind of touch felt good to a guy. He reached out and put his
hand around Joe's back, feeling the strap of his bra. He ran his
fingers along the strap, hunting for the catch. It took a moment,
but Joe finally realized what he was trying to do.

	"It opens here," Joe said, reaching between the cups. With
one hand, he easily worked the little clasp and the bra separated,
exposing his breasts.

	Jay reached around and fondled one, then the other. Joe
worked his arms out of the bra and let it fall onto the bed.

	"God, I never thought I'd be doing this," Joe said, as he
looked down at his bare breasts. "Much less that I'd even want
to."

	"What's the matter?" Jay asked. "Am I doing something you
don't like?"

	"No. Not at all. Not at all. Quite the opposite. I can't
believe how much I'm enjoying what you're doing."

	"Your boobs are fantastic. I can't believe how firm they
feel."

	"I guess that's because they're so new." Joe said matter-of -
factly.

	"Maybe so. They're a week old now, aren't they."

	Joe moved his hand which was stroking the light hair on Jay's
chest down until he came the band of his jockey shorts. He slowly
slipped his fingers under the elastic and felt around until he
found what he was looking for. Using only the tips of his fingers,
he rubbed the bottom side of Jay's organ and as he did, he felt Jay
tense up as he experienced the intense feeling.

	While Joe was pleasuring Jay, Jay was softly stroking his
breasts. Joe continued to sit beside him on the bed while Jay lay
back on the pillows. Both wanted to do more, but were too
self-conscious to proceed faster. They continued until Jay spoke.
"If you keep that up I'm going to come real soon." Jay was almost
gasping.

	Joe looked at him. He wasn't sure if it would be best to let
him, or to stop what the was doing and try something else. It was
easy to forget that even though his own sexual endurance had
changed, Jay's still followed the male pattern.

	"Do you want to?"

	"Well, if you want to get down to business, don't use it all
up like this."

	"I want to make you feel good. But I don't think I'm ready
yet."

	"Lie down here," Jay said.

	As Joe lay down on the bed, Jay got up and knelt next to him.
He began to stroke Joe's flat stomach and continued to fondle his
breasts. After a few minutes of that, with Joe just lying back
with his eyes closed, Jay touched Joe's genital area.

	Joe was still wearing panties, but the thin material only
seemed to help make the sensation feel even better. Joe opened his
legs to give Jay better access. It wasn't long before he was
moving his hips along with Jay's hand.

	"May I take these off?" Jay asked, pulling Joe's panties down
a little.

	"Sure," Joe breathed. "Whatever you want."

	Jay slowly and carefully slid the little black panties down
Joe's smooth legs. As he did that, he would sometimes stop and
massage the soft skin of Joe's legs. When he had them off, his
attention turned to Joe's crotch.

	He first ran his finger tips along the little folds, which by
now had spread open and were oozing with natural lubricant. As he
touched Joe, his hips would rise to meet him, and it was plain that
Joe was now quite sensitive in this area.

	"Does this feel good?" Jay asked.

	"Hell, yes," Joe said urgently. "It's fantastic."

	As he fondled Joe, Jay examined his pal's changed body. It
was amazing just how feminine he had become. Except for possibly
somewhat wider shoulders than most women, there was no real
evidence that Joe had ever been a man. He looked at Joe's
genitalia. Maybe the clitoris was a little more obvious than some
he had seen, but the transformation from male to female appearance
was total. As Joe had been telling him, his pelvis had acquired a
feminine shape, with hip bones and pelvic bone protruding from a
quite flat belly. Joe's pubic hair had even assumed the female
pattern of a narrow "V", with the top edge bordering the top of his
prominent pubic bone, and from there, a very narrow strip continued
down between hairless legs. He could tell that Joe had trimmed the
hair, and when he ran his fingers along the area between cleft and
leg, he could feel a slight stubble. Jay's face was less than a
foot away from Joe's crotch, and he could detect the sweet, musky
scent of an aroused female. There was no doubt about it, Joe was
all woman now, whether he felt like one, or not.

	Jay looked at Joe's face. Joe was lying there with his eyes
closed, his features drawn into a strange grimace. It was obvious
to Jay that his manipulations were very pleasurable to his pal.
His gaze went back down at Joe's lower body. Spreading them, and
then moving between Joe's legs, Jay put his face on Joe's crotch.
He even tasted good. He began to tease Joe with his lips and
tongue, and as he did Joe instinctively moved his hips, trying to
maneuver his most sensitive parts to Jay's tongue. After about two
minutes of this, Jay felt Joe's legs tense up and his hips raise
off the bed. Then he dropped back to the bed.

	"Did you come already?" Jay asked, even though the answer was
obvious.

	"God, yeah." Joe breathed. "How about going inside?" he
pleaded.

	"Sure," Jay said. "Give me a minute." He got up and started
to go to his room."

	"Where are you going?" Joe asked.

	"I came prepared this time," Jay said, a big satisfied grin on
his face.

	"Get back here," Joe said. "And sit down."

	Joe sat up in bed. His body desperately yearned to have Jay,
but he did his best to speak.

	"You've been tested for HIV, haven't you?" Joe asked.

	"You know I have. We both have."

	"Well then, unless you have any objection, let's not use a
rubber."

	"But I thought you were so worried about getting pregnant. Do
you know something I don't?"

	Joe grinned seductively. "Maybe I was. No, I still have to
worry about that, I guess. But I've got something else to try.
Have you ever seen those commercials on TV about that contraceptive
sponge?"

	"Yeah, sure. I think I have."

	"Well, I bought some. If you don't mind, I'd like to try this
without a rubber."

	"Any reason?"

	"I know how it feels for a guy to do it wearing a rubber...
it's not as good. I wonder if the same thing is true for me this
way."

	"You're right about that," Jay agreed. "What's the old
saying... like taking a shower wearing a rain coat?"

	"Something like that. Anyway, I bought some of those little
sponges, I've got one on now. I can't even feel it's in there."

	"If you're willing, I'm willing and ready," Jay said, pointing
to his rock hard erection. Just looking at Joe's attractive body
was keeping it stiff as a poker.

	Joe lay back and moved his legs apart. "Come on down," he
said sexily.

	Jay went to the bed and lay down next to Joe. Joe reached for
Jay's appendage and gave it a gentle squeeze. Not too gentle.
With that, Jay moved on top of Joe's body and Joe, his inhibitions
overcome by desire, maneuvered Jay's hardness into the soft wetness
between his own legs. When he found the right spot, Jay came down
with one good thrust and went all the way in.

	"Oooh," Joe moaned softly. "God, that feels good."

	"Glad you like it," Jay said as he began to slowly move in and
out. "You feel great to me, too."
"Just keep doing it, but move real slow," Joe commanded.
"Move real slow."

	Jay did as ordered, slowing so that it took maybe a full
minute for one in and out cycle. Joe closed his eyes and savored
the feeling. Sometimes he would flex his crotch muscles, as if
trying to tightly grip this wonderfully hard, yet velvety smooth
thing inside him. Whenever he did it, he could tell Jay could feel
it too, because he would stop moving and tense up slightly. It was
a strange thing. As a man, he had always felt he was the one in
control of the lovemaking situation. Now that he found himself on
the other side, he still felt that he had the upper hand.

	He was thinking about this when he felt Jay tense up, then
begin to pump furiously. He was obviously ejaculating. Joe could
feel Jay's penis begin to jerk the familiar way it did when he
ejaculated. Joe remembered the feeling of ejaculation, wondering
if he would ever experience it again. Can't have it both ways, he
knew.

	Joe wrapped his arms and legs around Jay as his friend
continued to writhe in pleasure from his orgasm. Joe tried to
imagine the little sperm which had just entered his body. They
weren't his sperm, they were Jay's, and they were instinctively
looking for an egg to fertilize. His egg. He hoped the little
catcher's mitt and the spermicide in it did the job it was designed
to do.

	After a few moments, Jay withdrew, and lay next to Joe. They
were both temporarily exhausted from the exertion. Joe looked over
at Jay, and began to run his fingers through the hair on his
friend's chest.

	"God, that was good, Jay. Much better even than last time."

	"So you like it?" Jay asked. "Do you want to stay that way?
What if they can make you male again?"

	"I don't know," Joe said, looking up at the ceiling. "I
realize that there's a chance I might have to choose, but I don't
know what I'd want to do. I seem to oscillate between feeling
sorry for myself about what happened, to just loving to be this
way. Right now, I don't think I've ever felt better in my life."

	"Well, one thing is obvious, you've never looked any better,
that's for sure." Jay said teasingly.

	Joe moved his hand from Jay's chest to his crotch. He pulled
playfully on Jay's penis as he gazed into Jay's eyes. "I guess I'm
a victim of these new genes and hormones. Thanks for helping me
adjust to it."

	"What are you talking about?" Jay objected. "You know it's my
pleasure... And I mean that literally."

	Joe grinned. "No, I mean it," he said. "It's all been kind of
embarrassing for me, but you've been really nice about it."

	"Hey, once I get over the idea of who you were, it's very easy
being around you," Jay said. "I told you the other day that I
thought I was beginning to feel different about you... Do you know
what I'm trying to say?" he stammered.

	"Yeah... Maybe I do. But... its one thing to play around like
this, I mean... I was curious... you were curious... but, I don't
know about anything else. I mean... we're really both guys...
under the skin, anyway."

	Jay ran his finger along Joe's left breast, stopping at his
pink nipple, and then making a circle around it. "Maybe UNDER the
skin you are, old pal, but your skin is all woman. You've gotta
admit that."

	"But you're still all man," Joe teased, pumping Jay's
erection, which caused it to assume its previous stiffness." "Do
you mind if I put this to use?" Joe tried to make his voice sound
as seductive as he could.

	"What's with you?" Jay asked, grinning. "You look so young and
innocent, but you act just as horny as you were before."

	Joe felt his face begin to flush with embarrassment. "I told
you, it's still me, no matter what I look like. I can't help it,
it all feels so good, why not just enjoy it?"

	"I guess that's what I like about you. A girl who thinks just
like a guy."

	"I prefer to think of myself as a guy who looks like a woman,"
Joe said, twisting Jay's penis.

	"Whichever way you want, you're simply beautiful," Jay said,
moving onto Joe again.

	They continued into the night until Joe found he had become
too sore to continue. Then they fell asleep, with Joe snuggling in
Jay's arms, and Jay relishing the closeness of Joe's soft body.
Neither bothered setting an alarm, or phoning in a wake-up call.
There would be plenty of time to make the appointment in the
morning.

Article 91137 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 32 )
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:06:41 GMT

			      Chapter 32

	Joe was awakened by the sun streaming into the window of his
hotel room. It took a moment, but soon felt the arm which
encircled him, and the hand which held one of his bare breasts. He
remembered... Jay was still with him.

	Slowly and quietly he pulled the sheet away from his body the
best he could. Jay was snuggling up close against him. He could
feel his warmth. He could also feel something, probably Jay's limp
penis, gently poking him in the rear.

	Joe enjoyed the warm secure feeling of lying in Jay's arms.
It was easy to understand why women liked doing that. It felt so
safe. As he lay there, he looked at his chest. Jay had his hand
cupped over Joe's left breast. He could even smell Jay's cologne.
Joe couldn't remember ever smelling it before now. It seemed his
nose, like most of his other senses, had become so much more acute
with the change. Then again, he had really never been this close
to Jay before either.

	He thought about last night. They had gone to bed quite
early, but Joe figured that he probably had no more than four hours
of sleep. They spent the night together, experimenting sexually in
all kinds of ways. They fondled each other, hugging, eventually
even kissing, that initiated by Jay, who probably started it
from habit, but Joe found his body responding to it as they both
adjusted to a quite different relationship.

	They must have engaged in intercourse at least five or six
times. Joe had quickly lost count. The sensations he experienced,
once he overcame the self consciousness of acting the new gender
role, could only be described as extremely satisfying. Joe
couldn't help but be amazed at Jay's stamina. Jay had gone out of
his way to do everything necessary to make Joe climax, and Joe
quickly lost track of how many times he had done so. Jay had also
experienced orgasm many times, usually while inside Joe. They
acted like a honeymooning couple, continuing until Joe simply hurt
too much to continue. He had worn the sensitive skin of his body
sore.

	Joe reached down to feel between his legs. He was still wet
there, and the extent of his previous excitement was obvious
by the dampness of the sheet under his butt, but now he could feel
only sore tenderness when he stroked his sensitive pubic area. It
really stung. No more messing around for a while, he decided.

	He retrieved his wristwatch from the night stand. Holy Cow!
It was after eight o'clock. He had to be at the doctor's office by
ten. That gave them less than two hours to get ready and get over
there.

	Joe moved Jay's hand from his chest and quickly got out of
bed. All the moving around woke his sleeping pal.

	"What's up?" Jay asked.

	"Get up." Joe insisted. "It's past eight o'clock. I have to
be there at ten."

	"We can make it," Jay said, still half asleep. "Let's screw
again one more time."

	"Forget it. We don't have time, and even if we did, I'm too
sore. I'll be lucky if I can even sit without hurting."

	Jay grinned at his pal. "No kidding? I made you sore?
What's that feel like?"

	"It hurts," Joe said, showing his irritation. "Trust me, I
wish I could share the pain." Embarrassed, he shyly rubbed his
pubic area, being careful not to touch the sensitive parts.

	"I have to shower and decide on what to wear." Joe said,
mainly to himself, as Jay slowly sat up in bed.

	"Can we do that together? It might be fun."

	"Yeah, maybe it would. But we don't have time to find out.
You get in your own room and let me get ready."

	Jay looked at Joe. It was obvious that he had become
strangely enthralled with his old buddy now that he had acquired
the appearance of a beautiful woman. "You want me to leave?" he
asked incredulously.

	"I think you got the idea. It was fun, and maybe we can do it
again, but now get out of here so I can get dressed."

	Jay gathered his clothes, not putting anything on. Joe, also
still nude, watched as his pal picked up his clothes where they
were strewn about, mesmerized with how Jay's partially erect penis
bobbed around as he walked. He realized that he couldn't remember
ever seeing another naked man standing or walking with a hard-on
until right now.

	Jay looked over and saw Joe staring at his erection. He
grinned, then his face began to redden. "What are you looking at?"
he asked, embarrassed by being the object of such obvious interest
by his friend.

	"Nothing. Not much any way." Joe grinned at Jay's shyness.
It was good to see him feeling embarrassed for a change.

	Jay gathered up all his clothes and went to his room. He
didn't close the door. Joe looked at the open door, wondering if
he should close it, then decided to leave it open.

	He went to his clothes bag and rummaged through it. He was
looking for more underwear. He found a pair of light blue cotton
hip-hugger panties. He had never worn them before. He held them
up, examining the tiny scalloped edge of the waist and leg
openings. It wasn't lace of course, but the trim was more feminine
than on most of his new underwear, with the inscription "Jockey for
Her" encircling the narrow white waistband. By now, Joe was
completely accustomed to wearing female clothes, but, just as
before the change, he still didn't like lacy undergarments. He
found he did enjoy the feel of nylon and silk against his skin.
The blue cotton panties were just plain everyday underwear. The
scalloped elastic and maybe the light blue color were the only
concession to femininity.

	Joe had only one bra he had not already worn this trip. It
was the other flesh-tone, seamless cup, front hook, underwire. Joe
pulled it from the small tangle of things in the bag. He now liked
the secure feel of a bra, but he still felt uncomfortable when he
had to select one to wear. It was like having to admit to himself
that he now had breasts. He did. He knew he did. Sometimes he
even somewhat enjoyed the fact that he did. But he didn't like to
admit it, even to himself.

	Taking underwear in hand, Joe went into the bathroom, closed
the door and started the shower running. While he waited for the
water to reach a comfortable temperature, he used the toilet. He
was a little surprised to discover that his overused bottom didn't
hurt when he peed.

	Joe was in a hurry, so he quickly showered. He dried off,
slipped the underwear on and applied makeup as carefully as he
could. Everything was getting much easier, but he was still not
very good at it. He had already decided it was best to err on the
side of too little rather than too much with regards to makeup, but
it was hard to determine when everything was as good as he could
make it. It took so long to get ready, he thought. Much easier
when he just had to shower, shave, and brush his short hair into
approximate position. It was a lot harder now, trying to look like
a "together woman," as Linda called it.

	When he thought he looked as good as he could, he put all his
things into his new cosmetic case and took everything into the
bedroom. He was surprised to find Jay, already dressed, sitting on
his bed. He had the black panties in his hand, examining then.
Joe looked at his pal, who held out the tiny underpants.

	"I just can't believe what's happened to you." Jay said. "I
mean I know it's you, but you... To be wearing stuff like this,
and then looking so good when you do... "

	"How do you think I should handle it?" Joe asked, his face
reddening with embarrassment. "Should I continue wearing guy
stuff?" He took the panties from Jay, balled them up and put them
in his bag.

	"No. I sure don't think you should do that. Besides, I can
see it wouldn't fit you now anyway." Jay grinned, leering at Joe's
feminine form the one over as he stood in bra and little blue
panties.

	The look on Jay's face embarrassed Joe. Sometimes, when
everything was right, he actually enjoyed being an object of lust.
But other times, it was just an embarrassment. This was one of
those times. "Take a last look if you want, but then get back in
your own room," Joe insisted. "Get your bags ready to go."

	"I've got them all packed. I've been waiting for you."

	"Damn it Jay, get over in your own room. I need a little
privacy once in a while."

	"Ok. Ok. I'll leave." Jay said. "I'll even close the door.
Knock when you're decent, ma'am," he teased, as he closed the door.

	Joe had to smile as he thought about his pal. Had the roles
were reversed, he would probably have acted the same. He and Jay
had been so close, closer than brothers really, it was difficult
for either of them to adapt to this changing relationship. Joe, of
course, had the added difficulty of having to adjust to a quite
different status and developing appreciation of men, as well as
discovering his own reactions to his newly formed womanhood. For
Jay, he faced the dilemma of feeling sorry for what happened to his
best friend, as well as being enthralled with Joe's beautiful
metamorphosis and subsequent clumsy adaptation to femininity.

	Going to the hangers, Joe looked at one of the new dresses he
bought yesterday. It was an ivory colored wrap dress, made of an
almost silky fabric. Joe loved the feel. It looked spectacular
too, he thought. Not too sexy, and it felt great to wear. It was
easy to put on, too, since it had no zippers up the back like so
many of the other clothes he tried. He took the dress from the
hanger and laid it on the bed. He dug out the black panty hose and
tugged them on. Then he pulled on a half slip. He decided to not
wear anything under the dress on top except a bra, hoping it
wouldn't be too cold outside. He carefully put the dress on,
watching his reflection in the mirror as he did. He ran his hands
down his body, feeling the soft curve of his still developing
breasts and hips. Sometimes, he simply loved what was happening to
his body. And the fabulous feeling of these clothes...


	Next, Joe gathered up all his clothes and shoes and
everything, putting them in his bag. When he was finished, he
looked at his watch. Nine thirty. If they didn't eat breakfast,
and drove right over to the office, they might make it on time. He
knocked on the connecting door. Jay answered immediately.

	"I'm ready to go," Joe told him. "If you'll take the bags,
I'll check out." He handed Jay the car keys.

	"Sure. You want me to carry the heavy stuff," Jay said in
mock protest.

	"I didn't hear you complain when I acted like a girl last
night."

	Jay looked at him, his face turning serious. "I was serious
about everything I said last night, too," he said solemnly.

	"Ok. I'll remember that." He wondered what Jay meant by that
remark. In the throes of passion, did he miss something his pal
had said?

	Joe quickly settled up with the girl behind the counter. He
noticed that when he had dealings with women now, they generally
didn't treat him with the same courtesy or respect. At least
that's the way it seemed. Of course, to them he was no longer a
handsome young man either. Women considered him to be one of them.
It was still very difficult for Joe to consider twenty or thirty
year old women as peers. As his sex drive changed, and his sexual
preferences adapted to a new anatomy, Joe was beginning to lose
some the sexual desire he had for women. It wasn't completely
gone, just changing, but he still had difficulty with how they
reacted to him, now that his body was so much like theirs.

	Jay had carried the bags to the car in the basement garage and
already returned to the counter when Joe turned to look for him.
His friend held out his hand. Joe eyed it suspiciously, then took
it. They walked hand in hand to the car, Joe feeling very
self-conscious the whole time. To anyone watching, they were
simply a couple very much in love. The happy grin on Jay's face
could have been caused by nothing else. But for Joe, it was simply
an awkward moment.

	They had ten minutes to reach the doctor's office. Joe
doubted they could make it on time. He hoped that there would be
no traffic delays. He hated to be late. It was embarrassing
enough, with all that had happened to him, without arriving late,
holding up a busy medical practice. If he was called and wasn't
there, he figured he'd miss his appointment and have to stay
longer. Of course, doing that might be fun too...

	Jay drove to the office following Joe's instructions. When
they arrived, Joe walked in the office with Jay following behind.
Joe was wearing the pumps with the fairly low heels. He was glad
he had adapted so well to walking in them, but he was still not
comfortable. He doubted if he would ever be.

	They sat together in the chairs in the waiting area, after Joe
signed in at the desk. Joe was only seated about five minutes or
less when the assistant opened the door and called his name.

	"Ms. Joel Bates," the woman said awkwardly.

	Joe wondered if she knew what he was there for as he rose from
his seat and followed the woman into one of the examination rooms.

	"Please be seated." The woman, who wore a nurse's uniform,
said in a kind voice. "The doctor will be with you in a moment."

	Joe sat on the armless chair, and looked around the room. The
tiny room was typical of most examination rooms he had ever been
in. There was the table, with the white paper cover, and the
little metal stirrup things. He knew what they were for. God he
hoped the doc wouldn't want to check him there... but he knew that
was wishful thinking. In fact, it was probably the main reason for
being here. That area was the main item of interest in his body
these days, it seemed.

	There was a quick knock on the door and the doctor immediately
entered. Joe saw that he was young, probably not much different in
age than he was. And he was good looking, too.

	"Ms. Bates?" The doctor asked.

	"Please, call me Joe." Joe's face reddened and his heart
beginning to pound.

	The doctor closed the door. "My name is Mike Morgan," the
young doctor said. "Joe, I've read your file and I've got to admit
I find it most interesting."

	"Yeah, I guess a lot of people do. It's been kind of
interesting for me too sometimes." Joe smiled thinly.

	"I would think it has. I suppose you've had to go over it too
many times already, but how about explaining what happened once
more, to me."

	Joe looked at the handsome man. "Well, last Friday morning,
I woke at the normal time, about six or so... and when I did, I
realized something was wrong... different. My skin felt softer...
my face... I usually have some whiskers in the morning... But my
face was smooth. I wondered what was going on, and when I sat up,
I realized that my body had changed. I... I... Well, I had these
breasts... I noticed a strange feeling and I then realized that my
genitals were changed too. I didn't know what was happening, but
it appeared that my body had changed. It seemed that I had turned
into a girl."

	"It all happened overnight?" Dr. Morgan asked incredulously.

	"Well, not all of it, I guess. I think I'm still changing,
even now. But most of what has happened had already taken place
when I woke up Friday morning. I sure didn't notice anything
unusual when I went to bed that night."

	"And the others, the same thing has happened to them too?"

	"Basically, I think so. I don't want to speak for what
happened to the other guys, though."

	"It says here that your body is completely feminized, and that
you now appear to be a completely normal, healthy, woman."

	"I don't know how normal I am," Joe smiled. "But to the best
of my knowledge, I guess I am female now. At least my body is
anyway."

	"And how do you feel about that?"

	"What kind of question is that?" Joe thought to himself. "How
do I feel?" Joe exclaimed. "I think it's pretty weird, but maybe
I'm starting to get used to the idea."

	"Who has examined you?" Dr. Morgan asked politely. It was
obvious that he was very interested in Joe's situation, but not
sure how to approach this very attractive woman with the strange,
almost unbelievable problem.

	"Well, I guess Dr. Krell has been in charge of everything.
There have been a lot of others. I can't even remember all their
names."

	"Have you had a... a pelvic... er... an internal
examination?"

	"I lost count at four of them I think. I guess you'll want to
look at me too?"

	"Well, I will need to examine you to complete my report," Dr.
Morgan answered, almost apologetically. "I'll try to be quick. I
guess it is a little embarrassing. But I assure you, there is no
need to feel self-conscious."

	"You tell me that after you have some guy stick tools up your
butt," Joe said, trying to be polite, but the irritation still came
through.

	"Mmmm. Yeah, I guess it is a new thing for you, isn't it?"

	"Trust me, Doc. There have been a lot of new things in the
last week. That's just the most humiliating."

	"But it's just normal procedure during a gynecological
examination, Joe. I'm sorry, but there is no other way to do it."

	"I know that, Dr. Morgan. But remember, I'm not really a
female. At least I wasn't. I'm a guy, just like you are. It's
just that I woke up last week looking like this. I'm doing my best
to cope, but it all takes some getting used to."

	"How much did you weigh before this happened?" Dr. Morgan
asked, as if to change the subject.

	"Well, about One-seventy-five, one-eighty. It varied a bit.
I think I was leaning toward one-eighty."

	"And how about now?"

	"There's a scale," Joe said, pointing at the device by the
wall. "Let's find out." With the changes still happening, he
didn't want to venture a guess.

	Joe stood and walked over to the scale and stood on the
platform. He carefully moved the weights till the bar balanced at
one-forty-two.

	"One hundred and forty-two pounds," Dr. Morgan said
incredulously. "You lost almost forty pounds in one week?"

	"Doc, I lost a lot more than weight." Joe slid the
measurement bar out of the scale, trying to adjust it for height.

	Dr. Morgan assisted until the bar was at the right spot.
"One-oh-nine and one-half," the doctor called out.

	"I was six foot even, before. Now I'm closer to five-nine."

	"Incredible," Dr. Morgan said to himself.

	"I guess that accounts for some of the weight loss," Joe said.
"But I can tell you, I'm sure I've lost a lot of muscle mass, too.
Although I think some of the mass has been going to my butt." Joe
put his hands on his hips and ran them around to his buttocks.

	"What else have you noticed that has changed?" Dr. Morgan
asked. He was obviously in awe of what he was seeing and hearing.

	"As I said, doc." Joe said, stepping off the scales. "I was
a MAN before this happened. My body was male. I had a penis, and
I didn't have these." He cupped his hands over his breasts.
"Before, I could beat my best friend at racquet ball every time.
Now, he can play circles around me, even when he's having a bad
day. I just don't have any strength anymore."

	"Well, I guess you would lose a considerable amount of upper
body strength with what happened," Dr. Morgan said, as if to
himself. "But it's hard to believe this all happened in a week."

	"Not a week, doc," Joe corrected. "Overnight. One day I'm a
normal guy, the next day I wake up looking like this."

	"Don't take this wrong, but you are quite attractive." Dr.
Morgan said honestly.

	Joe grinned at him. "That's what everybody tells me. I guess
I should feel lucky I didn't wake up as an ugly woman, but it's
still a hell of a shock to lose your masculinity. I'm pretty sure
it even has affected the way I think."

	"For better or worse?" Dr. Morgan asked.

	Joe looked up and saw the man had a grin on his face. He had
a sense of humor, too. "I won't comment on that."

	"How are you taking this?" Dr. Morgan asked. "Are you
experiencing depression, or anything like that?"

	"I don't think so." Joe said honestly. "In fact, sometimes I
feel absolutely great. There are some good things about this, I
guess."

	"How about sex? Have you noticed a change in your libido?"

	"Look at me, doc. What would you think? I still like girls,
if that's what you mean. Of course, there's not too much I can do
with one these days. But guess I'm starting to notice guys too.
That's a weird feeling, I've got to tell you. And of course, the
reality is now beginning to dawn that I could be spending the rest
of my life like this."

	"How would you feel about that?"

	"Would you want to be a woman?"

	"This whole thing is so amazing. It's hard to believe you
were ever a man."

	"Not for me, it isn't."

	"Were you ever on hormones or any other such medication before
or after this occurred?"

	"No. Not ever. Why would I do that?"

	"Just what is your sexual orientation, if I might ask?" the
doctor continued.

	"Orientation? Do you mean am I a homosexual?"

	"Yes, that's what I mean." Dr. Morgan agreed.

	"Well, before this happened to me, I liked women. ONLY
women." Joe said slowly, as if he was thinking about what to say.
"But now... I can tell I'm becoming interested in men. I'm even
starting to appreciate how they look. This is embarrassing."
Joe's face reddened noticeably.

	"Please. I understand. Don't be embarrassed. You're doing
great," Dr. Morgan insisted.

	"So does that make me homosexual?"

	"I don't see how that term applies, in your situation," Dr.
Morgan said truthfully.

	"Well, I don't think of myself as one, if it makes any
difference."

	"So noted," Dr. Morgan said, rising from where he was sitting
and standing near the door. "Joe, I'd like for you to undress
completely and put this on," the doctor pointed to the hospital
gown hanging on the door hook. "I'll be back shortly." He went
out the door and closed it.

	There were some hangers and things next to the seat Joe was
in, along with a little partition, probably made to undress
behind. Joe got up and slipped the pumps off.

	With the dress off and placed on the hanger, Joe stepped out
of the slip, struggled out of the panty hose, and then unhooked the
bra. He got the hospital gown and slipped it over his shoulders,
then pulled his underpants off. Wearing the revealing outfit, he
sat there, waiting for what was to happen next.

	Soon, there was a soft knock on the door, and a nurse poked
her head in. "Just checking to see if you were ready," she said,
smiling kindly. "Dr. Morgan will be with you in a moment."

	The door closed again, and in a few seconds Dr. Morgan and the
same nurse entered the room.

	"Please come over here and stand." Dr. Morgan asked in a
businesslike voice. Joe complied. Dr. Morgan turned Joe so that
he was facing away from him, and started to place the stethoscope
at various places around Joe's bare back. The instrument felt cold
to his sensitive skin.

	Dr. Morgan placed his hand on Joe's shoulder and turned him
again, so that they were facing each other. The doctor looked into
Joe's eyes and throat with a small light.

	"Please remove the gown," Dr. Morgan said.

	Joe opened the little velcro tabs and let the little cloth
fall away. He held it in his right hand. Dr. Morgan stepped back
and carefully looked at Joe's body. Joe could get no indication
from his expression.

	"Please turn slowly," Dr. Morgan ordered.

	Joe slowly did a three-sixty. He felt very much on display.

	"Ok, please get up on the table."

	Joe hopped up and sat on the edge of the examining table.
When he was nervous he tended to sit bolt upright, as if at
attention. Perhaps it was his military training. Now, it served
to make his chest very prominent.

	Dr. Morgan came close to Joe and with his surgical gloved
hands, he gently, then firmly examined Joe's breasts. He felt each
nipple, squeezing the tender breast tissue till Joe almost voiced
a painful objection, then he moved his fingers around as if feeling
for something... anything.

	Joe wondered just what the man was looking for. He had
examined his new breasts himself many times in the last week. The
first time he did he had been surprised just how breast tissue
really felt. On the surface, his boobs looked so very smooth, but
when you touched them, really felt them, you could detect the
underlying nodules, and they felt like they were full of little
lumps. They certainly weren't just mounds of fat, as he had always
thought before. He even thought there might be a problem, till Dr.
Krell assured him everything was normal.

	"OK. You can put the gown back on," Dr. Morgan said in a very
business-like way, "and then lie back on the table. Mrs. Becker
will help you."

	Joe put his arms back in the gown and touched the velcro
together. He then lay back on the table as the nurse lowered the
extension on the end. This part was the most embarrassing. Joe
wondered if real women ever got used to it.

	The nurse covered Joe with a lime green sheet, which felt warm
in the cool examining room. Dr. Morgan pulled the lower part of
the sheet away, and Joe could tell that the most changed part of
his body was being stared at by a man. With his view of Dr. Morgan
blocked by the sheet, Joe had a sensation more of being an observer
rather than a participant in the examination.

	That changed as soon as gloved hands touched him. He could
feel it as his external genitalia were examined. Dr. Morgan then
placed his palm on Joe's abdomen, just above his pubic hair. Joe
felt his penis, or clitoris now, being touched lightly, then
fingers feeling the sensitive labia. He wondered what was going
through Dr. Morgan's mind as he methodically did his job.

	Joe felt fingers enter his vagina. They quickly came back
out. "Hmmm. What have we here?" Dr. Morgan asked, as if really
speaking to no one but himself.

	What could be the problem? Joe wondered.

	Dr. Morgan retrieved a plastic speculum, and warmed it with
his hands. Then, after putting a small amount of lubricating jelly
on the surfaces, he placed it inside Joe. As before, the sensation
was just slightly painful, but mostly now it simply felt very
strange. Joe's brain had still not really adapted to the new
opening between his legs, and sometimes when it received sensations
caused by something in there, it was still quite an experience.

	"And what is this?" Dr. Morgan asked. Joe could feel him
poking inside, but with the speculum in there, any other sensation
was limited.

	Dr. Morgan held up a forceps. On the end was a small round
object. The sponge! The contraceptive sponge! Joe had forgotten
about it. He couldn't feel anything, and he had forgotten all
about it. Oh, God. How embarrassing. Dr. Morgan knew what the
contraceptive was. He looked at Joe, a knowing grin beginning to
form on his face.

	"Had to try it out, huh?" Dr. Morgan asked.

	Joe looked up at the man at the other side of the sheet. If
he could have willed to happen, he would have died right then and
there.

	"Well, I... Ah... I wanted to know what it felt like," Joe
stammered.

	"Hey, I don't blame you. I think I would, too," Dr. Morgan
said, a very big grin on his face.

	"I do hope you used something in addition to this if you think
you need a contraceptive," Dr. Morgan advised. "I think these
things statistically are only about seventy percent effective."

	"Is that all?" Joe asked in surprise. "I thought they would
be as good as using a condom."

	"No way," Dr. Morgan returned. "I suggest at least you better
use some extra spermicide."

	Dr. Morgan placed the little round sponge in a kidney shaped
pan. He then continued with the examination. He spoke as he
worked.

	"How long since you, er... experimented?"

	"Well... " Joe, highly embarrassed, didn't really know. "I
don't know for sure. I'd say at least four hours."

	"Not really a very good idea to remove it, then. I'd
recommend that you use something else the night before a pelvic
examination, if you plan to do this again."

	Dr. Morgan wrote something on a sheet of paper, and handed it
to the nurse, who left the room. When she left, Dr. Morgan spoke
again. "I sent Mrs. Becker for some spermicidal creme. It appears
to me that you've got everything you need to make a baby, if you
keep doing what you did last night."

	"What do you suggest?" Joe asked, not knowing what else to
say, but feeling like he should speak.

	"Well, I'd think you should talk that over with your personal
physician. But even a condom is more reliable than those things.
Can I ask a personal question... sort of man-to-man?" the young
doctor went on.

	"Yeah, sure, I guess so."

	"So... What does it feel like?"

	Joe never spoke for a moment, trying to answer what so many
had already asked, and was so hard to answer. "Well... It's hard
to describe," he answered slowly. "I mean... everything is so
different, and yet... in some ways, so much the same."

	"Is it better as a male... or female?"

	Joe grinned. "I'm still trying to decide that myself." Joe
answered. "I suppose I'd have to say it's probably better now...
I mean... every thing seems to involve my whole body... That
feels really good... But... I don't know... "

	"I've never talked to anybody who has been both ways," Dr.
Morgan said. "I find it most interesting. Forgive me for being so
personal."

	Joe smiled, slightly embarrassed. "No problem. I guess I'll
have to get used to it."

	The nurse came back into the room carrying a small tube of
medication. Dr. Morgan took the ointment and did something between
Joe's legs. Joe couldn't tell what he was doing, but it didn't
really hurt.

	"I hope this will neutralize any semen which might still be
alive," Dr. Morgan said, almost apologetically.

	Soon Joe could feel the speculum retract and then he felt
fingers inside him, and a hand press on his lower abdomen. He had
felt that before, and knew that his uterus was being manipulated,
or something like that. In a moment, it was all finished and Joe
heard Dr. Morgan speak. "You can get dressed now, Joe. I'll be
with you again in a few minutes."

	Dr. Morgan removed his gloves and tossed them in a can, then
he left the room. The nurse helped Joe up and down from the table.
Joe went to where his clothes were hanging. He suddenly felt quite
female, perhaps more than ever before.

	"Can I be of any assistance?" Nurse Becker asked.

	Joe looked at her. She was an attractive woman, maybe five or
six years older that he was. He wondered what she thought about
him, this guy with a woman's body. "No, I think I can handle it,"
Joe said, smiling at her. "I'm starting to get used to all this,
I guess."

	"Well, you're very attractive," Nurse Becker said, as she
began to leave the room.

	"Thanks," Joe said. "Thanks for everything."

	Joe picked up the light blue panties from the chair. He
spread the waist band with his thumbs, and looked at the underwear
he was about to step into. He noticed that the narrow crotch was
still wet from secretions from his body. He thought about what the
stain was, a combination of his own wetness and Jay's semen. Jay's
semen, the white sticky fluid that came from his penis when he
ejaculated. The fluid was probably full of live sperm, sperm
looking for an egg to fertilize. An egg, which his changed body
was now probably quite able to produce. The thought of this was
both sobering and awesome. Joe was beginning to realize the
tremendous responsibility which came with this changed body.

	Joe touched the white wetness on the panty. It was cool, and
slightly sticky. This was stuff from his own body. He ran his
fingers along the length of his genital opening, feeling slight
wetness there too. At least the soreness caused by the activities
last night seemed to be gone. He stepped into the underwear and
pulled them up his hips, feeling the cool wetness where it touched
his skin. He pulled the panty hose up his smooth legs feeling
their shiny sleekness after they were on.

	As Joe bent over to touch his nylon encased legs, he became
aware of his naked breasts, since they sort of hung down when he
doubled over, and without a bra, the soft tissue on his chest
swayed provocatively. Joe saw as well as felt his nipples, which
had been full soft cones, suddenly stiffen to hard points. My
nipples act sort of like a little penis, he thought to himself,
smiling at the pleasant sensation.

	Reluctantly, he donned the bra, then stepped into the slip.
Finally, Joe put the dress on, using the tiny mirror over the wash
basin in the corner to preen himself.

	When he finally decided he was ready, Joe sat in the
chair to wait for Dr. Morgan. He didn't have to wait long. There
was a quick knock, and the door opened slightly. "Are you
dressed?" the doctor called from the partially opened door.

	"Sure. Come on in."

	Dr. Morgan entered the room, the clipboard with Joe's papers
in his hand. He sat on the edge of the table and looked at Joe.
"Joe, you are amazing. From my examination, I can't distinguish
that you've ever been male."

	Joe looked at the doctor, wondering what he was leading to.

	"I've read your file. I must say I was skeptical at first,
but now I have no choice to admit that what you, and these other
doctors say is true. Something has caused you to become a
gynecoid."

	"Gynecoid?"

	"Except for some slight scarring around the clitoris, you
appear normal in every way. Normal for a mature female, that is."

	"Dr. Krell says that's because I was circumcised."

	Dr. Morgan looked at the attractive woman seated in the chair.
"Circumcised? Yes, I guess that's what you would look like now if
your penis had been subject to circumcision as a male infant."

	"What else would you like to see?" Joe was getting tired of
the almost constant probing.

	"Well, I would like to take a blood and urine sample before I
let you go," Dr. Morgan said. "I'd like to see if the hormone
levels are continuing to change as shown on your chart. Then you
can go."

	Another blood test. Joe thought. He must have been stuck
twenty times in the last week.

	Dr. Morgan slipped down from the table. He went to the
cabinet and removed a small plastic container. Joe recognized it
as a specimen bottle. "Take this in the restroom and fill it
please. I'll have Mrs. Becker draw some blood when you get back."
He handed the little bottle to Joe.

	Joe followed Dr. Morgan out the door to a little restroom one door
down. Great, he thought. Now I'll need to pull the pantyhose and
everything again. Joe struggled out of his pantyhose and pulled
his panties down. He carefully tried to fill the bottle without
peeing all over his hands. If there was ever a time a penis would
come in handy...

	Finished, Joe capped the bottle, washed his hands, and then
pulled his panties and hose back up. He buttoned the dress and
smoothed everything, then triumphantly carried the bottle of yellow
fluid to the little window where he was told to put it.

	Nurse Becker saw that he was finished and beckoned him back to
the examination room. "Please sit down, Joe. This will only take
a minute."

	The chair was equipped with a little fold-up writing shelf,
and Nurse Becker pulled it in position. Joe placed his arm on the
shelf, and pulled the short sleeve of the dress away from the crook
of his arm. He looked at his arm, noticing how much smaller it had
become in the last week.

	"This won't hurt very much," the friendly woman said
soothingly.

	"Everything is just so much more sensitive now," Joe said,
more to himself than to the nurse.

	"Yes. I guess you've really been through a lot in the last
week, haven't you?"

	"You wouldn't believe."

	Joe felt the felt a sharp pain as the needle penetrated the
vein. He saw the vial fill with dark red blood, then watched as
the nurse withdrew the needle and covered the puncture wound with
a cotton ball.

	"Hold that on there till it stops bleeding," Nurse Becker
said.

	Joe held the cotton ball in position, his arm bent up, smashing
the wad of cotton against his much smaller biceps muscle. When no
more blood came out the hole in his skin, he stood up. "Can I go
now?"

	"I suppose you can," Nurse Becker answered from the sink where
she was cleaning up. "Come up front to my desk."

	Joe followed the woman down the hallway, watching her as she
walked. Her white uniform was closely tailored to her shapely
body, and the shadow of her white underwear was plainly visible in
the bright lights. Joe was enjoying this innocently erotic sight
when he realized that the clothes he was wearing might look the
same way, too.

	When they reached the nurse's desk, Dr. Morgan came from his
office to meet them. "Well Joe, I hope we didn't inconvenience you
too much," the doctor said.

	Joe smiled and held out his hand. The man took it and they
shook hands warmly. "Thank you, Dr. Morgan, Mrs. Becker. Maybe
we'll meet again sometime."

	"Perhaps we will," Dr. Morgan answered. "Have a safe trip
back."

	"I'll try," Joe answered, walking to the waiting area.

	Jay was still seated there, thumbing through a magazine. His
eyes brightened when he recognized Joe.

	"Are you ready to go?" Joe asked.

	"Let's roll." They went out the door. They went to the car
without speaking to each other.

	When they were underway, with Jay driving, Joe broke the
silence. "The weather here looks OK. I hope everything is good
for the trip home."

	"Do you need to stop anywhere else?"

	"No, I guess not. I guess we're ready to head for home." Joe
looked down at his legs, which since his skirt had ridden high up,
were very evident. He rubbed them, enjoying the smooth texture of
the nylons, not realizing that his idle action was very exciting to
his friend. "I guess I should change into jeans." Joe said, more
to himself than to Jay.

	"Don't do it on my account. You look very good like that."

	"Well, thanks, I guess," Joe said looking over and giving him
a grin. "But actually, it's hard enough to walk in these shoes,
let alone fly."

	"I'll check the weather and file, while you slip into the
little girls room." Jay couldn't resist teasing.

	"Yeah, you do that," Joe agreed, showing his mild irritation
at the teasing.

	Joe retrieved his bag from the trunk and took it into the
ladies' room. The room was well appointed, with a couch and small
table. Joe placed the bag on the table and unzipped it, digging
out the already worn but still clean enough jeans, and a
sweatshirt.

	Standing while he unbuttoned the front of the dress, Joe
quickly stepped out of it and placed it on a hanger, then carefully
placed the dress into the clothing bag. He stepped out of the
slip, pulled the panty hose down his hips, then sat as he carefully
removed them. The room suddenly felt cold as Joe sat on the vinyl
couch in bra and panties. He stood and pulled the denim jeans,
carefully buttoning the fly, and then pulled the sweatshirt over
his head.

	Digging in the bag some more, Joe found some clean socks and
pulled them over his cold feet. He unzipped the side zipper and
pulled the comfortable Reeboks out of their pouch. He put them on
and tied the laces. He found his hair brush and went to the mirror
to brush his hair. As he stood preening himself, Joe examined his
reflection in the mirror. It was still difficult to accept that
this attractive woman with the very short hair was who he was. He
was now starting to become comfortable with the physical aspects of
being female, but down deep his personal body image was still male.

	Sometimes, at times like this, the feeling that he was somehow
still male and just dressing in drag would overtake him. With his
free hand, Joe felt between his legs and experienced mild sense of
relief that his hand touched only a prominent pubic bone, and then
softness below that, rather than a male organ.

	Satisfied with his hair and with himself, Joe put his things
in the bag and zipped it up tight. Taking the heavy bag in hand,
he went back out to the lobby. He placed his bag next to Jay's and
went to the little planning room just off the main room. Jay was
standing at the table, looking at a long sheet of computer paper.

	Joe walked up behind his friend. "Now I feel like one of the
guys again," he said in a soft, half joking, tone.

	Jay turned around and looked at Joe. "Maybe you feel like one
of the guys, but you sure don't like one," he said. A big grin lit
up his face.

	"What's the weather look like?" Joe said, changing the
subject. He didn't want anyone to overhear them talking like this.

	"We might get into some real IMC conditions on the way back,"
Jay said. "How about looking this over?" He handed the DUAT
weather report to Joe.

	Joe took the sheet and examined it carefully. Jay was right.
Weather along the route included two cold fronts. It was likely
that they would need to traverse at least a few bumpy clouds, and
possibly some light rain. They could probably miss the icing by
flying west for about a hundred miles before turning south. This
deviation would add a little to the trip time, but was still well
within the range of the Cessna without requiring an intermediate
stop.

	Joe went to the table, which had IFR charts under Plexiglas
for a top. He traced a possible route along the VORs for Jay who
watched intently. Then he spoke. "Try to file this route,"
quickly running his finger from one NAVAID to another. Jay looked
at it, then started writing on a sheet of paper. Since Joe was the
instructor, and Jay was the student, Joe would insist on a complete
flight plan, including fuel burns for each segment, for the entire
route. Jay went to the Jepp case to get the Flight Manual to
prepare the plan manually. It was possible to simply enter the
route in the computer and let that set up the entire flight plan, but
Jay
knew that Joe would have none of that. He wanted Jay to do it all
manually, and he would be a stickler for detail. This would take
some time.

	"I'm going to see if we can get some coffee for the plane,"
Joe said, walking out of the planning room. He knew Jay would need
some time, and he wanted to let him figure this out alone.

	Joe went to the main desk. The girl there was on the
telephone. She hung up as Joe neared the counter. "Can I help
you?"

	"Yes. I'm flying the 425 out on the ramp, and I'm wondering
if I could get some coffee for it?" Joe explained.

	"Sure. If you'll bring the container in, I'll show you where
to fill it," the young woman said.

	Joe turned, and was starting to walk to the plane, when the
young woman spoke. "I really like that jacket. Where did you get
it?"

	Joe looked at the jacket he was wearing. No one had really
ever asked him a question like that before. "Oh, a store in
Phoenix the other day."

	"It looks good. You remind me of Maggie on Northern
Exposure."

	Joe grinned. He'd have to watch that show sometime. "You're
the second person who's told me that," he said, and walked to the
door.

	The 425 had already been towed to the line, and the cabin door
was standing open. Joe went inside, and removed the coffee
container from the tiny refreshment center. Although the plane was
often used for test purposes, it was also used to transport
personnel, so, unlike the Lear, it was configured somewhat like a
normal business aircraft. There was a tiny galley behind the right
crew seat that contained an electric coffee warmer, and a place for
cups and other supplies.

	Joe carried the stainless steel container back into the
building. When the girl behind the desk saw Joe, she came out and
motioned for Joe to follow. They went down a short hallway, the
opposite direction from the planning room, until the came to a
small lounge area. There was an ice machine and a large coffee
maker which looked to hold gallons of the black brew. Joe screwed
open the lid of the container and held it under the spigot while
the girl opened the valve.

	Joe said, "Enough," when the container was about three
quarters full. That was more coffee than he and Jay could drink in
two days. No need to waste the stuff.

	As they stood together, Joe could detect the scent of the
young woman's perfume. It smelled good, and reminded Joe of
somebody he once dated. He looked at the woman. She was younger
than he was, maybe twenty-five, and very attractive. "I like that
perfume," Joe said, trying to make conversation by returning the
compliment she had given him earlier.

	"It's Obsession," the woman replied smiling, but slightly
embarrassed by the tone Joe used when speaking to her.

	"It's nice," Joe repeated. He didn't really know how to
engage in small talk with a woman anymore.

	They walked back out to the lobby, and Joe carried the now
very hot container to the plane. It would stay warm till they
powered up the plane, and then the heater would keep it hot.

	Joe went back inside to wait for Jay. He saw the comfortable
seats in the lobby, and decided to sit and rest awhile. He didn't
get much rest last night, and now he was a little tired. He sat
down, found a magazine, and before long, was sound asleep.

			      Chapter 33

	Linda was in bed when Joe entered the house. Joe quickly
removed his clothes and joined her. She was warm and soft, and
smelled of bath powder. When he touched her, she woke and smiled,
then rolled over to take him in her arms. She wore a soft satin
night shirt with nothing on the bottom.

Joe caressed her softness and she responded with a gentle
sigh, moving her hips in response to his hand. She then reached
down and took him in her hand. Linda's soft touch felt so good,
such a marked contrast to his hard, rugged, maleness.

They kissed and held each other close. Each relishing the
feelings... Each wanting only to give the other the maximum
pleasure possible. Joe could tell by her movements that Linda
wanted him, and he wanted her too.

He was just about to move on to her, when he felt a hand on
his shoulder, roughly shaking him. "Joe. Joe. I think perhaps
you better look at this before I file it."

Joe reluctantly opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn't
in Linda's bed. He wasn't even in her bedroom. He saw only his
pal Jay looking down at him. Joe had fallen asleep in an
overstuffed chair in the lounge, waiting as Jay prepared the flight
plan home.

Joe ran his hand across the front of his sweatshirt. There
was no mistaking the now familiar sensation of breasts. It had
only been a dream. As he stared at the smallness of his hand he
knew his body remained quite female.

Joe reluctantly got up from the comfortable chair and followed
Jay into the planning room. Among the papers and manuals on the
table Joe found Jay's worksheet. He compared the proposed flight
plan to the weather printout. Everything seemed in order. Joe
looked at the fuel burn calculations. Those, too, seemed to be
realistic, though Joe didn't take the time to formally check any
calculations. Right now it was just too difficult to make his mind
concentrate on things like that. He was glad that he could trust
Jay. His attention to detail was obvious, and right now Joe's head
was not really in the right place for detail work. He just kept
thinking of Linda, the way she felt... The way she smelled...

"Jay, I think this will work," Joe said. "Enter it in the
computer so we can get on the way."

Jay looked at his friend. Joe looked very tired. He wondered
if there was anything wrong. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah... Sure... I'm fine. Just kind of tired, I guess. I
didn't get much sleep, you know." Joe grinned.

"Yeah, I know," Jay said, a wicked smile forming on his lips.
"Will you be ready to launch in a half hour?"

"Sure. Sure. Don't worry about me. I'm OK. I just had a
really strange dream, that's all."

"What was it about?"

Joe looked around. "I'll tell you when we get in the air."

Jay went to the computer to enter their flight plan. If they
were lucky, the plan would be in the system and ready by the time
they called clearance delivery. Jay walked over to their bags and
gathered them up to carry to the plane. He carried them easily, so
Joe decided to stop at the restroom one last time. He didn't
really feel he needed to pee, but it would be a fairly long flight
and his bladder no longer seemed to have its former endurance.

Entering the ladies room, Joe found all three stalls were
empty, so he entered one and lowered his jeans. Pulling the
underwear down, Joe suddenly felt an overwhelming need to examine
his genital area. He could just see the uppermost part of the
labia, which appeared as light pink skin. It was still somewhat
red from soreness.

With two fingers, Joe carefully spread the sensitive tissues,
completely exposing the clitoris. "God, it sure feels like I still
have my penis," Joe thought to himself, as he ran a finger over the
tiny fingertip-sized bit of flesh that had once been his male
organ. It was exquisitely sensitive, much more so than before, and
Joe could feel it swell to its new, much less obvious, state of
arousal. Even when erect, it was still only a tiny bit of skin,
apparently good for nothing but the pleasing sensation it could
provide. No matter what it felt like, it was totally inadequate
for sexual penetration, and Joe also knew that since it no longer
contained his urethra (that opening was further down below the
pubic bone, hidden between the new labial folds), it was quite
useless for urination, too.

Joe examined the toilet seat and found it to be reasonably
clean, so he sat and attempted to empty his bladder. With
concentration, and some straining, Joe was able to coax only the
tiniest trickle into the commode. Apparently, there was just
nothing much there right now. Joe peeled a few sheets of tissue
from the roll and wiped himself dry. Standing, he pulled up the blue
panties and then his jeans.

He went to the sink and rinsed his hands, then checked face
and hair. Everything was still OK, so he went back out to the
lobby. Jay was nowhere to be found, so Joe looked out the big
windows at the plane. He saw Jay, performing the walkaround,
checklist in hand. Joe looked around the lobby one last time, then
went out to the plane. Jay saw him coming and duck walked from
under the wing. "I'm about through the checklist," Jay said. "Do
you want me to do it again?" he teased.

"Do you think I should?" Joe asked with a grin on his face.

"I'm using the checklist, and everything seems in order."

"Well then, finish it up," Joe said, with as much mock
authority as he could with his new voice. He boarded the aircraft,
looking at the bags. Jay had fastened them to the empty seats with
seat belts. He must be expecting turbulence. Joe thought to
himself with a grin.

Joe went forward, and slipped into the right seat. He noticed
that, with his new size, he had to raise the seat much higher than
before to get the right view over the nose. As he had previously
noticed, almost all the height he had lost came from his upper
torso, since he noticed the difference more when sitting than
standing. The cockpit of the Conquest was roomy enough, but he saw
when he put the seat belt straps across his hips and shoulders,
they were adjusted much smaller than they used to be, even though
his hips were surely at least as big as than before, indeed, his
butt felt like it was even bigger, though it probably really
wasn't. It seemed that even the seat back was taller now than he
remembered it to be.

He was thinking about this when he heard Jay climb aboard. He
heard and felt the thud of the door closing, and looked back at his
pal. "Can you get that ok?"

"Yeah. I think it's closed correctly." Jay answered back. He
came forward and saw that the left seat was his.

"Sit down, Captain," Joe ordered.

Jay took the left seat, and adjusted the seat and belts to his
requirements. He took the checklist and laid it on the glare
shield, then found the headset. Joe reached around to his right,
found the other headset, and adjusted it over his ears. He heard
the tones and clicks as the radios came alive when Jay clicked on
the radio master switch.

When they completed the short Before Starting Engines
checklist, Jay looked over to Joe. "Should I call Clearance
Delivery now?"

"Yeah. I guess you could. They might have it already, I
hope."

Jay looked up the frequency on the Jepp chart and dialed it
in. He called for their clearance. Clearance Delivery had
received the clearance and cleared them as filed. They had
received the altitude they had requested, too. Joe had hoped for
that, since it looked like it would be rather bumpy on this trip.
When the clearance was copied, read back, and they discussed it for
a moment, they were ready to start engines.

Joe read the checklist, and Jay performed the actions required
to get the props spinning. When they were complete, Jay punched in
the frequency for Ground Control. "Hulman ground, Cessna Conquest
November seven-five-six alpha, Sanborn ramp, ready for taxi, IFR
Phoenix."

"Cessna five-six-alpha, cleared to taxi to runway three-zero.
Do you have Oscar?" Ground Control replied.

"That's affirmative, we have Oscar." Jay had received the
ATIS but had not properly told ground.

Joe looked around the ramp. The ground personnel had already
returned to the line shack so it appeared they were clear to taxi.
Joe held his thumb up and Jay moved the throttle levers forward.
When the plane moved slightly, Jay tapped the brakes to confirm
they functioned correctly. Then he advanced power a bit more and
pushed the right pedal to start a turn.

They rolled into position at the yellow line and did the final
checks. When they were ready, Jay changed frequency and called the
tower. "Hulman Tower, Cessna November seven-five-six alpha is
ready for take off."

"Cessna five-six alpha, cleared for takeoff, Contact
Departure one-two-one point one. Have a good day," the tower
responded.

"Five-six alpha is rolling," Jay said into the microphone as
he slowly moved the power levers forward.

The Cessna gained flying speed, and when Jay pulled back on
the yoke slightly, the plane cleanly lifted off. When they passed
the end of the runway, Jay motioned to raise the gear, and Joe
stretched over to reach the handle, which was actually closer to
the opposite side.

Jay established communication with departure and soon they
were in a shallow cruise climb to altitude. Using the checklist,
Jay made careful adjustments to engine power. When he was
satisfied that everything was ok, Jay looked over at Joe. "What
did the good doctor have to say today?"

Joe grinned, and then laughed a surprisingly feminine sounding
laugh. "He said it was hard to tell I was really a guy."

"He's right. I know I'd never guess if I didn't know you so
well."

"Yeah, I know," Joe had to admit. "I know what I look like
now, but it's even harder to accept the way I feel about all this.
I mean... I flip-flop from enjoying what has happened, to feeling
sorry for myself even to the point of crying about it... I have to
tell you, I know I'm still changing a little more every day. I
really don't think I feel very much like a guy any more."
"With a bod like that, I don't know how you could," Jay said,
giving his pal a leer.

"Trust me, it's not all fun and games. I'm scared to death of
this female stuff... Getting periods, and all that stuff. I just
can't imagine what that'll be like."

"Well, most women seem to manage, don't they?" Jay said
flippantly.

"Yeah, I guess they do," Joe said while he scanned the sky for
traffic. "But they've had ten or twelve years to get used to the
whole idea. Me, I can still remember the last time with Linda," he
added, staring straight ahead as he ran the fingers of his left
hand along the fly of his jeans as if to emphasize the significant
difference there.

"Joe, I just have to know," Jay pleaded. "How is it better?
With me, or her?"

Joe looked over and grinned a seductively knowing grin. He
didn't really know what to say. It seemed all the guys asked him
that. "Apples and oranges. There is really no way to compare the
two."

"There has to be. You say you remember what it was like with
Linda. You just did it last night with me. You can't tell me the
comparison hasn't crossed your mind."

"It crosses my mind all the time. Truth is, I can hardly
think of anything else. But to compare how I am now, to the way I
was, I just don't know. There are some really good things about
both. I like the, let's call it the increased sensations I seem to
have now. I wasn't sure at first if that was just because my skin
has become so soft, or what, but now I think it's a lot more than
that. I suppose I really can't complain about the sex part either.
I think now I can climax till I'm sore. At least I did last
night."

"So then, you think sex is better the way you are now?"

"I don't know... better? Different... Sure... Absolutely.
But better? I just don't know... Maybe. I can say this, when you
have to take a leak it's a lot different when you're like this. I
didn't realize how handy it was to just be able to pee standing up.
Actually, I think I miss my penis more for that than for screwing."
Joe didn't look at Jay as he spoke. It was kind of embarrassing to
talk about these things out loud.

"Well, whatever happened to you... However it was caused,
you have certainly become good looking. I mean... Not that you
were unattractive before, but now... God, the transformation is
absolutely phenomenal," Jay stammered uncharacteristically.

"If we can figure out exactly what caused it, maybe you'd like
to give it a try. That is if we figure out how to reverse the
effect, of course," Joe said, grinning at his pal.

"No... No... I'll pass on that. I don't think I'd want to try
it. Not that I'm not a little curious. I mean... it might be
interesting to have boobs and all that stuff... I just don't think
it would be for me. I'm pretty certain I like being the way I am."

"I think if you did try it you would find that it affects
everything, probably even the way you think," Joe said. "It's
really a lot easier than you probably imagine. In some ways
anyway. I mean... I sure never thought I could ever want to go to
bed with you. And look what happened."

"You were good last night. Really good," Jay said in a
complimentary way.

"And so were you," Joe said, punching Jay on the shoulder. He
somehow felt so much physically smaller.

The plane droned on for almost an hour with the large buildup
of ominous clouds on their left the whole time. When they finally
reached the Vortac where they planned to turn south, there was
still some weather, but it looked more promising. They were
clipping along at flight level 250, and the loran readout showed a
significant cross wind. Things were happening almost exactly as
predicted.

After a couple of hours, and a couple of cups of coffee, Joe
began to feel the urge to urinate. The plane was configured with
an onboard potty, but it was almost never used. Joe had never used
it, and especially didn't want to try the sort of semi-private
accommodation with his new physique. He would try to hold it the
remaining hour or so. Jay noticed when he squirmed slightly in his
seat.

"What's the matter? You still hurt from last night?" Jay said
almost proudly.

"No. Nothing like that," Joe frowned at his friend. "I really
just need to pee. I think I can hold it for another hour."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that. You used to brag
about your cast iron bladder."

"Yeah, I know," Joe conceded. "But whatever happened down
there, I think it reduced the capacity in half, at least. Among
all the other things."

"Heh, heh. There is a potty on board, you know," Jay continued
in his teasing tone.

"I know that too. But like I said, I think I can make it.
Just don't worry about me, or my bodily functions."

"You suggested I try it. If I do, I want to know what to
expect."

"I don't think I've been keeping very many secrets from you.
You know as much about what has happened to me as I do, I think."

"And I appreciate that, too," Jay said, not able to keep the
grin from showing.

"Do me another favor, will you?"

"Sure, what do you want?" Jay asked, the grin still showing.

"Well, you've seen me, all of me... What I look like... The
way I am now... I mean... We've done almost everything, I
guess... How do I compare... Really... Can you tell? Is there
anything at all that still seems in any way masculine to you?"

"Masculine? Masculine... about you? Joe, I don't know how to
tell you this, but I don't think there's a thing masculine about
you anymore, except maybe the way you talk sometimes, and maybe the
way you ask questions." Jay put his hand on Joe's shoulder, giving
it a gentle massage.

"And you like me this way, too, don't you?" Joe asked
suddenly.

The question stunned Jay, who was not expecting Joe to ask
something like that. "I don't know. I don't know," Jay stammered.
"Joe... We have been friends for a long time. You know I'd do
anything for you, and I know you'd do the same for me. Our
friendship has always been special. I know that this accident has
been hard for you... God knows it would have to be, but... I have
to admit, I'm starting to feel something for you... Something
different, not like two buddies... Two guys. Different. I know
you probably still think of yourself as a male... I know what
happened to you might be reversed... But, the way you are, the way
you act, damn it, even the way you smell... Joe, I think I could
be falling for you. Not like a buddy, but the way you are... The
way you are now. The intelligent, beautiful person... No, the
woman you've certainly become. And I can't help it."

Joe stared straight ahead. He couldn't look at Jay. He had
suspected that Jay had the hots for his new body for some days now,
but he just figured it was only a manifestation of the same lustful
curiosity that he himself experienced at first.

"Are you irritated with me?" Jay continued. "If you are, I'm
sorry, Joe, but I can't help it. I'm just telling you the truth."

"And I'm glad you are," Joe said finally. "No, I'm not
irritated. I guess I'm flattered. I should be anyway, I guess.
I don't know how I feel, really."

"Yeah, I feel the same way," Jay admitted. "It embarrassed
me, the way I started to feel about you, almost from the second
day. I knew who you were, but I still could see only the person
you've become. Heaven knows I've been trying to keep our
relationship as close to the way it always was, but I'm certain
that's going to be impossible. I find myself acting very different
when I'm with you, the way you are now. And I don't see that
changing."

"I know you do. At first, it really bothered me, too. Why
couldn't we just be best friends like always? But as this week has
passed, and I guess, the change has even further affected me, I
realize that I feel different too. Maybe it's inevitable, I don't
know."

The aircraft entered IMC conditions and started to buffet
mildly. Jay looked at Joe, wondering what to do. "We're ok," Joe
assured his pal. "If the bumps get worse than this we should
request another altitude. It's just as likely to smooth out
though."

As Joe spoke the words, the buffeting stopped almost
completely. Joe looked at Jay with a smug grin. "See. My brain
is still capable of rational thought, no matter what I look like."

"Hey, I never thought anything else," Jay objected.

"I know. But I guess maybe I did." Joe smiled.

They flew on, and before long, they were ready to start a
descent into the Phoenix traffic area. Joe sat back and let Jay
fly the airplane, offering assistance only when it was requested.
Jay was familiar with the area and procedures, so he had little
trouble. He was now operating the Cessna with confidence.

As they lined up on final to runway 25L, Joe made ready to
take the controls in case of unexpected difficulties. There were
none, and in moments, they were taxiing to the Honeybone hanger.
When they arrived, Jay parked and shut down, and Joe went to leave
the plane and use the restroom. It was a little embarrassing, but
there was no choice. He had to go.

The Honeybone mechanics stood by as Joe opened the cabin door.
He went down the steps and greeted the two me, who he had known for
some time. "Hi John... Pete... I'll be back in a minute. I just
have to use the can."

"Sure... Get going," John said, a big grin showing on his
face.

Joe took care of business, then returned to the plane. As he
walked back he realized that the sweatshirt he was wearing was too
warm for the almost ninety degree weather. Joe felt a bead of
sweat trickle down his breasts. After checking around to see that
no one was watching, Joe timidly put his hand under the bulky shirt
and felt himself. Sometimes, it was as if he was sneaking a feel
of someone else's body when he touched his most feminine parts.
The bra was damp with perspiration, and he hoped his deodorant
wouldn't give up. He would really need a shower when he got home.

Jay and the mechanics had already unloaded the plane and
carried the bags to the hanger. Joe talked to the men, whom he
knew well, but hadn't seen since the change had taken place.
"Thanks guys," Joe said. "I really appreciate it." He picked up
the bag and as many hangers of things as possible to take to his
car.

"No problem, Joe," said Pete. "I heard what happened to you
guys... I can see it's all true."

"Yeah. It's true all right." Joe smiled. "But I'm doing my
best to get used to the whole thing."

"Joe. Jim said to give him a call when you get in," John
called from the other side of the room.

"Ok." Joe said, going over to the phone on the desk. He
dialed the three digit number that was Jim's extension.

"Jim Matheney," The voice on the other end responded.

"Jim. This is Joe. You said to call." Joe wondered what was
happening back there.

"How'd it go with the big guy?" Jim asked. "Is he willing to
help?"

"I think so. At any rate, he's going to be here in a day or
so. I think he wants to see what's happening for himself."

"Are you coming over here yet today?"

"That's up to you. I think the good doctor's people are about
ready to try some things with the cage. Until now, they've just
been installing and calibrating equipment. "What are they going to
do first?" Joe asked.

"I'm not sure," Jim answered. "I haven't been asking very
many questions... I didn't want to bother them. I was hoping
you'd do that for me."

"Ok," Joe replied. "I'll stop over there yet today, If you
like."

"See you in a little while then?"

"About a half hour or so," Joe said. "Bye."

"See you soon." The phone clicked silent.

Joe had been hoping to get to Linda's and take a nap. He
hadn't slept all that much the night before, and was rather tired.
Maybe he would only need to be at work for a few minutes, he hoped.
He said good bye to the mechanics and then walked to the parking
lot with Jay. "I've got to go over to work for a little while."

"Should I stop over at Linda's later?" Jay asked. It was
obvious he didn't want to leave Joe.

"If you want, I guess it would be ok. But I have to get some
sleep tonight," Joe said, grinning.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'll let you get some sleep." Jay said, as he
unlocked his car. "See you about seven?"

"I should be home by then," Joe considered. "At least I'd
better be."

Joe took his bags, including the new stuff he bought and
struggled to his car. When he got to it, he placed everything in
the back and got inside. The midday heat made it almost unbearable
until the air conditioner took effect. Joe pulled the sweatshirt
up so that it sort of snagged on his breasts, exposing his midriff,
but feeling pleasantly cool as the cool air from the ducts blew on
his belly. He reached down to feel the rapidly drying
perspiration, and idly ran his fingers along the satiny underwire
band of his bra. As he drove to work, Joe wondered what Jim really
wanted to talk about. He was hoping to go home and get some sleep.
That would have to wait for at least a few more hours.

Article 91140 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 34)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:07:10 GMT

			      Chapter 34

	Before Joe drove into the Honeybone lot, he pulled the hot
sweatshirt back down around his waist. It wouldn't do to allow the
guard see his attempt to keep cool as he drove. Joe was perspir-
ing, and felt sticky. He couldn't wait to get home, take a shower,
and maybe even slip one of those wispy tank tops on. When Linda
first helped him experience wearing such minimal feminine clothing,
it was embarrassing at first, but in just a week he had, more or
less grown accustomed to the idea.

	Joe's still developing breasts were a natural part of his
body, and he only really noticed them when looking down, or seeing
himself in the mirror while dressing. Their feel, and the slightly
supporting/confining sensation of wearing the bra... He had pretty
well adjusted to that.

	Joe walked past the security check point. The guard recognized
him and raised a hand in friendly greeting. "Afternoon, Joe.
You're getting here kind of late, aren't you?"

	"Yeah. I guess I am," Joe agreed, accompanying the small-talk
with a smile. "But, better late than never, right?"

	Joe walked down the hall, aware that the guard was probably
watching his backside as he walked away. He understood the
curiosity. He would have been the same way, had this happened to
somebody else. When Joe reached the lab, he walked directly
inside. Across the large room, near the cage, Joe saw Dr. Krell
talking intently with two men in short lab coats. It appeared that
they were discussing a procedure for placing one of the primates in
a nonmetallic holding cage, with the idea of placing that into the
RF cage. Joe went over to them.

	"If we place him in there for something under twenty minutes,
and keep the power the same, I think that will be enough varia-
tion," The doctor was saying.

	"Are you already trying animals?" Joe asked. He was surprised
that they would be doing that already.

	"Hello, Joe," Dr. Krell said. "Joe, this is Peter Shead.
He's our lead research assistant. Peter, this is Joe Bates.
He's... She's one of the... shall we say victims of this
device."

	"Hi, Peter," Joe said, offering his hand. He realized that
Dr. Krell was subtly using the term "she" when referring to him.
"Nice to meet you. And I guess you can call me whatever you like.
I'm starting to get used to it." Joe smiled demurely as he spoke.

	"I'm truly impressed to meet you," Peter said, looking Joe
over as he shook hands with this attractive young woman. He did
nothing to hide his obvious curiosity.

	Joe thought it might be best to get everything out in the
open. "Trust me. Under this baggy sweatshirt I'm probably every-
thing you've heard. Last week, I was just a normal guy. Now, I've
turned female, I guess. At least physically, anyway. It's been
kind of hard for everybody to accept, especially me." Joe grinned.

	"I know," Peter said. "I've already met Dave and Michelle.
She said her name had been Mike, but she has already changed it to
Michelle. Amazing." As he spoke, the lab door opened. A tall,
muscular, reasonably attractive young woman with abnormally broad
shoulders entered, carrying a scope in one hand. She was wearing
snug fitting slacks which accented the curve of developing hips,
and a white blouse that was far too tight around her breasts. Joe
recognized her as his friend Mike.

	Michelle spotted Joe standing next to Peter, and his-her face
lit up in recognition. "Hi, Joe," she said. "How'd everything go
in St. Paul?"

	"The Man's coming down here for a few days," Joe said. "I
think he's on our side, though."

	Michelle placed the oscilloscope on the bench along the wall,
and walked over to Joe as Peter went back to where Dr. Krell was
working. It was obvious by the way she had carried the scope,
which must have weighed close to fifty pounds, that she was still
very strong. It was strange to watch this macho, former
weight-lifting male, as he adjusted to the strange phenomena of
total feminization.

	"Good," Michelle said. "I just hope he lets us keep on
working."

	"I'm pretty sure he will," Joe said. "How are you getting
along?"

	After a short initial depression, Mike-Michelle seemed to do
a complete change about, suddenly just seeming to accept what
happened better than any of them, even if she was still the most
masculine looking of them all. "Pretty good, I guess," she
answered. She formed a hand over one breast, which, to Joe, seemed
considerably more developed since the last time they had seen each
other, three days ago. Mike seemed have little more than swollen
nipples then.

	"These are really starting to grow," Michelle went on. "Are
you noticing that, too?"

	"Yeah. I think so," Joe agreed. He sensed his own shape was
still getting softer and a little rounder each day, but it was not
as evident as on Michelle's larger, still somewhat masculine frame.
For Joe, the initial transition had been more complete, and seemed
to happen much quicker.
"Who'd have thought we'd end like this, eh?" Michelle
continued. "I still can't believe what's happening to me... I
mean, I'm even finding myself looking at guys and everything. And
I'm just horny all the time. I think I've already used more of
those little mini-pads than a real woman uses in a year. I'm just
always wet down there. Maybe it would be sort of fun, if it
weren't so damn embarrassing."

	Joe knew what his friend meant. At first, he too had
experienced almost continuous sexual arousal after the metamorpho-
sis. His changed genitalia, which appeared to look like, and even
function as a normal vagina, responded by secreting lubricating
moisture so well that his underwear had been practically always
soaked. Dr. Krell thought it probably had been from the level of
testosterone remaining in his system. If it was, it must be
subsiding, since unless he did something that caused him to become
aroused, he was not usually bothered uncomfortably anymore.

	Joe couldn't help notice that Michelle repeatedly used the
term "real woman." He found himself thinking and doing the same
thing. No matter how he felt, or how he looked, to himself or
others, it was impossible to equate what they had become with
persons actually born female. The change might be complete, but it
certainly didn't erase your past.

	"How's Dave doing?" Joe asked. Joe knew that Dave had been
the most depressed of any of them. As the only one married, it
appeared Dave just didn't know how to deal with being a husband and
father of two small children, while also having to adjust to living
in a female body.

	"Dave's here somewhere. You can see for yourself. I don't
think there's been much change. He's been taking it pretty hard.
I've tried to get him to see the humor in all this, but I guess he
can't do that. I think I'd feel a lot different too, if I had
kids... or, God help me... a wife."

	"Yeah. It's hard enough to adjust to all this without having
to worry about something like a family."

	"How are you taking it? You look so natural, it's impossible
to tell you weren't born that way."

	"It is getting easier, I guess," Joe answered. "Seems like
the longer I stay this way, the more normal it feels. I don't know
if it's the hormones, or what. Are you noticing that feeling too?"

	"Hmmm, I don't know," Michelle said. "I think I'm still
undergoing changes more than you or Dave. It's been pretty hard.
The clothes I bought the other day hardly fit anymore. Look at
this." He/she stuck her finger in the opening between the buttons
where new breast development stretched the fabric of the blouse.

	"Get some new stuff," Joe advised. "Bring the bills in and
give them to Jim. The Company will pay for it. It's the least
they can do."

	"Yeah, I know, but the way I've been growing, you wouldn't
believe it. I think I'm gonna look like Dolly Parton before it all
stops."

	"What about Tim?" Joe asked. The young line boy who had just
been watching them calibrate equipment had also undergone the same
changes, and they had endowed the young fellow with a quite
prominent bosom. Hardly Dolly Parton, but definitely larger than
either Joe or Mike/Michelle.

	"I've seen him, but he hasn't stuck around here much. He's
been spending time with his sister. I think he's still taking it
rather hard."

	Joe looked closely at Michelle as she stood next to him
watching the lab assistants. The Mike he knew was still quite
evident, but Joe could see that his friend's face had become much
softer, quite a bit younger looking, and now, downy soft, light
facial hair replaced stiff whiskers. She was still big and still
muscular, but it was obvious that Michelle was a woman, too.

	"How's it going for you, really?" Joe asked softly. He
wondered what it was really like for this former body builder to
see his body turn soft.

	"What can we do, Joe? I mean, we just have to take it one day
at a time, don't we?"

	"I don't know any other way. Like I said, it does seem to get
easier each day. Are you noticing that?"

	"Maybe. I don't know, really. I do know I'd like to try it
with a guy sometime. I think that just might even feel pretty
good. How about you?"

	Joe grinned knowingly. He wondered if he should tell his
friend of his experiences. No. It wasn't Mike's business. Let
him try it in his own time. He might have the rest of his life.

	"It does seem kind of interesting," Joe conceded. "My skin...
The nerves... Everything seems so much more intense like this."

	"I really do miss the original equipment sometimes," Michelle
said, running her fingers along her pubic area.

	"Yeah. Peeing sure is a lot more involved, isn't it," Joe
agreed, the knowing grin returning. It was so strange to compare
notes with someone else with the same affliction. Mike was a
technician, and maybe he wasn't very eloquent, he did have a knack
for getting to the heart of a problem.

	"Hell, I feel like I've peed my pants about half the time,"
Michelle confided. "And I think I really need to go about every
half hour too. I can't believe real women actually live like
this."

	"I felt like that at first, too. It has started to get better
now, for the last three days anyway. Sometimes I hardly notice the
difference."

	"Do you still get hard-ons?" Michelle asked innocently. "I
don't have much left down there, but sometimes I have the sensation
of a raging boner. If that isn't the strangest sensation... "

	"I don't have much to see anymore, either. But what there is,
does feel like an erection all right."

	"Think it's normal?" Michelle asked. "You think that's what
real women feel like?"

	"I don't see how anyone else could tell us that. I mean, we
probably have more experience with both sides than anybody."

	"That's a scary thought, isn't it?" Michelle mused, Mike's old
grin showing up on her feminized face.

	"What are they trying to do now?" Joe asked, changing the
subject to the research. He found consolation talking to Michelle
and the others with the same problem, but he would rather talk in
more private surroundings.

	"Well, I think they're trying to figure that out themselves.
I believe they'd like to reproduce what happened to us on one of
these monkeys, and then try to change it back. So far, they've
just been looking over our records, trying to figure out how to
duplicate exactly what happened. I think they're about come up
with an experiment they all agree with."

	"When will they try it?"

	"They might put that cage inside the big cage this afternoon,
and then they'll watch the animal all night."

	"Poor monkey," Joe said, with a mock mournful tone.

	"If it works, they'll probably be asking for a human volunteer
real soon," Michelle continued.

	"You want to try it first?"

	"Dave will be the first one. He'd kill somebody if he
wasn't."

	"If it works, do you want to go back?" Joe asked.

	"You ask that like you've been having second thoughts
yourself. The answer is I don't really know. If you ask me at
certain times I'd probably say yes. Other times, I might be more
likely to say that I'd want to wait a while. I just don't know."

	"I guess it's the same for me. Sometimes I find myself liking
this, and then wanting to go back more than anything."

	"If we could change back and forth... Have the best of both
worlds... Now that would be something, wouldn't it?" Michelle
thought aloud.

	"It would change the world. If a guy spent a week like this,
he'd sure have a new perspective on women."

	"I've been thinking a little about the real chance of getting
back. If you ask these guys just what's happened to us, and what
would need to happen to change us back, I don't see how it would be
possible. I think we better get used to these clothes." Michelle
pulled on the sleeve of her blouse.

	"I've been reading about it too," Joe volunteered. "And I
agree. If we really have damaged or lost our Y chromosome, it
probably can't be restored by more radiation."

	"I guess I could live with that," Michelle said, "but I feel
sorry for Dave. This female stuff just doesn't agree with him at
all. He's really gonna gain weight too, I think."

	Just then Joe looked over and saw an assistant was opening the
door to the RF cage. Two others carried the plastic cage contain-
ing the Rhesus monkey into the large room-like cage. The monkey,
familiar around humans, sat quietly in the small cage as it was
placed on the low table directly in the middle of the RF cage. The
men then came out and closed the door.

	Joe and Michelle watched silently as the men went over to
where Dr. Krell was standing at a small control console. As they
watched, Jim Matheney came up behind them. "It won't be long now,"
he said.

	Joe turned around and saw his boss. "Hi, Jim. What did you
want to see me about?"

	Jim didn't answer, but walked over to where Dr. Krell and his
assistants were standing. Joe and Michelle followed.

	"I knew they'd be trying this experiment this afternoon, and
I figured you'd want to see what happened," Jim said over his
shoulder.

	"Yeah. I do want to see it, but my guess is there won't be
much to see right now," Joe said. "If anything does happen, it'll
be later, as the chromosomes work to rearrange the cells."

	"It's just complete magic to me," Jim confessed. "If I didn't
see what it did to you two, I'd say it was all bullshit."

	"The basic building blocks of life," Joe said matter-of-
factly. He was far from an authority on biology, but now had a
very personal interest in it, and it recently had become his major
subject of reading.

	They watched as Dr. Krell threw the switches on the transmit-
ters, and started the counter. There was nothing apparently
happening, and the little primate simply shook the flexible bars of
his cage as he tried get out and join the humans who were watching
him so intently. His fate was being decided by the invisible radio
waves which coursed through his small body.

	Time passed quickly, and in what seemed like a few moments,
the decided on ten minutes-twenty seconds passed. Dr. Krell
switched off the transmitters. "Now, all we need to do is sit and
keep a close eye on our little guy here, and see if his chromosomes
were affected," he said.

	The assistants removed the small cage from the large one, and
took a blood and cell sample from the primate. They would do this
every hour till Dr. Krell ordered them to stop.

	"Well, that was anticlimactic," Jim exclaimed.

	"What did you expect?" Joe asked with evident sarcasm. "Do
you want his dick to fall off while you watch?"

	Jim looked at Joe with surprise. The slang words, while
normal from a man, sounded strange coming from such an attractive
young woman. "I'm sorry, Joe," he apologized. "I just can't help
being awed by all this. But I really do appreciate your personal
feelings about what's going on."

	"I'm not mad at you, Jim," Joe corrected. "But I think it is
important for everybody to realize that we didn't know anything was
happening to us while we worked with the equipment. There was
simply no indication of a problem."

	Dr. Krell turned around and spoke. "Well, now we must wait.
How are you getting on, Joe?"

	Joe smiled at the little doctor. "Still ok, Dr. Krell," he
said truthfully.

	"I'd like to get another blood and tissue sample before you
leave today," Dr. Krell continued, looking at Joe. "I want to keep
an eye on the hormonal changes in each of you, and I haven't had
your samples for a few days now."

	Great. Joe thought. More blood tests. When will it ever quit?
"Ok, Doc," he agreed. Soon, Dr. Krell's assistants had taken Joe's
vital signs, withdrawn blood from his vein, and took a scraping
from inside his mouth for a buccal smear test.

	"You're free to go home, Joe," Dr. Krell said, smiling. "I'm
curious, what's the rush?"

	Joe smiled. It was hard not to like the little man who showed
so much personal interest in his patients. "No rush, Doc. I just
want to get some sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open right now."

	"Is there anything wrong?" Dr. Krell asked. "That is a symptom
of depression, you know."

	"I don't think so. I think it's just a symptom of not getting
enough sleep last night."

	"Did you go out on the town?" Jim asked.

	Joe looked at his boss, wondering how to answer. There was no
way he wanted to tell them he spent the night in bed with Jay.
"Not really," he fibbed. "I was watching TV and talking."

	"How is it between you and Jay?" Jim asked innocently. "I
know you two were good buddies. How's he taking what's happened to
you?"

	"OK, I guess. I have to watch him, or he tries to treat me
like a sister or something, always watching out for me." This was
partially true, but the brother-sister thing was obviously
stretching it a little.

	"Well, don't blame him," Jim said. "You look so different, so
much younger, it's hard to remember that you... er... weren't
always that way."

	If you don't mind, I'll head for home." Joe said, looking at
Jim. "Doc, if something interesting happens with the monkey, call
me at home, ok?"

	"Sure, Joe," Dr. Krell said. "Go home and get some sleep."

	"Mike, er... Michelle, we just gotta get together with Dave
and Tim," Joe insisted. "It really felt good talking about this
with you. Dave probably needs that."

	"Yeah, it was good for me, too," Michelle agreed. Though her
body remained strong, femininity had certainly affected Mike's
personality, making him a lot more personable, maybe even sort of
mellow. Joe wondered if he was experiencing a similar personality
change. If so, he couldn't tell.

	"Maybe we can get together tomorrow," Joe suggested, "after
work."

	"Sure. Sounds good to me," Michelle said. "See you here
tomorrow."

	Joe said his goodbyes and left the laboratory. He stopped at
his desk to check his mail. A small stack of magazines and junk
mail was piled on his chair. In that respect, nothing had changed.
He shuffled through it all, deciding that there was nothing that
needed to be opened immediately. He left the room and started for
home. As he passed the ladies' room, Joe decided to stop and
relieve himself.

	When he finished, Joe checked his hair in the mirror. It was
certainly getting a little longer every day, and the attractive
young woman staring back at him left no doubt he was becoming still
younger looking, and even more feminine. Even when not trying to
look female, he did. His eyes, nose, and other features were still
in the process of redefinition. It was obvious that the
strange feelings he was experiencing were being accompanied by
continuing physical changes. It made him wonder about Dave, and
how his friend was coping with his own involuntary feminization.
Surely his wife Cindy could help Dave as much as Linda helped him.

	Joe went out to his RX-7 and drove home. When he arrived at
Linda's, it was about three-thirty, too early for Linda to be
there. He took his bags and carried them to his room. He hung up
the new clothes, then separated his soiled clothes into piles for
the laundry. He came across the little silk chemise that Linda had
apparently packed in his bag and carefully placed it on the
dresser. He wanted to ask her about that.

	When he had the washer going, Joe took the lingerie and
carefully washed it by hand in his bathroom sink, then hung the
panties and bras over his shower door. As he was doing that, he
decided to remove the jeans and underwear he had on. He carefully
washed that underwear, too, and the wild time last night went
through his mind as he scrubbed the sticky substance from the
crotch of the little blue underpants.

	After he hung them to dry with the rest, Joe started the
shower, then stepped in and quickly rinsed off. When finished, he
dried and went to the bedroom. Going through his almost empty
drawer, he chose new blue nylon panties and slipped them on. He
rummaged to find a bra, then decided to dispense with that, instead
slipping one of his old male T-shirts over his head. When he
opened the drawer with his new shorts, he spotted the tank tops
that Linda had suggested he purchase. What the hell, he thought,
then pulled the T-shirt off and started to slip one of the skimpy
little white tops on. Removing the T-shirt, the cotton fabric had
rubbed against his nipples, making them stand erect. With his arms
over his head, Joe gazed at the youthful form in the dresser
mirror. What he saw in the reflection stirred pleasant memories of
his male past.

	No wonder Jay was acting so strange. I may still think of
myself as a thirty-year-old guy, he mused, but I'm sure starting to
look like an eighteen year old girl. He felt strangely guilty as
he permitted his hand to fondle the softness. It just isn't the
same when it's your own body, he concluded.

	Enjoying the uniquely sensual awareness created by the taut
jiggle of his braless, firm bosom, Joe slowly walked to the bed.
Although the quick shower served to revive him a little, he decided
to lie down a while anyway. He pulled the cool sheet back, and,
leaving his thin outer garments on, he lay back on the soft
pillows. He idly placed a hand on the warm, sensitive area between
his legs, innocently enjoying his own gentle touch. In moments, he
fell into a deep sleep.

	He had been sleeping for half an hour when Linda arrived home
and entered the house. She was anxious to see Joe, but when she
arrived at the partially open door to his room, she could see he
was fast asleep. She was tempted to wake him, but decided instead
to remove her dress and lie by him on the bed. She figured her
movements would wake him, and was surprised that it did not.

	Linda looked at Joe as he lay sleeping. She was immediately
aware of the continuing change in his appearance in only the two
days since they had been together. His face was so much younger
looking... even more than before. And still more beautiful.

	Looking lower, she noticed Joe was not wearing a bra. She
reached over to gently touch those amazing breasts. Here was this
guy, her fiancee, and, whatever had happened to him, somehow he now
had firmer breasts than she could ever remember having. She
wondered if he really enjoyed the strange change that was occurring
to his body. They had caressed intimately a few times, and Joe did
seem to like the very different sensations presented by the
metamorphosis, but Linda wasn't sure if he was just humoring her or
if he really enjoyed it. Cautiously running her hand under the
thin top, she gently fondled his new softness, then slowly circled
the right nipple with a fingertip, feeling it stiffen proudly in
response. That should feel very good, she thought as she watched
Joe's face. A slight smile began to form on his sleeping conti-
nence.

	She continued, and soon noticed Joe's hips begin to move
involuntarily. She was exciting him as he slept, and he was
responding the way almost anyone would. That gave her confidence,
and she moved her other hand to Joe's pubic mound. It was so
strange to touch someone who appeared in every way to be a normal
woman. Though they had both enjoyed mutual fondling since the
change, it was always at night, in very dim light. Linda generally
still imagined Joe as male, and mostly caressed his back and
strangely soft shoulders, usually trying to avoid the now very
female parts of his anatomy.

	She thought about what she said to him, just before he left
for the trip, about how she wanted to become a man if he really had
to stay this way. She had watched his reaction, and was somewhat
surprised when Joe said very little about it.

	Could she really do it? Did she really want to if she found
it was indeed possible? What would it be like to be a man?
Frankly, the idea didn't seem all that appealing. She thought of
suddenly having big muscles, strong shoulders... a penis and
testicles. What would that feel like? Wouldn't it be embarrassing
to get an erection? To have your body stick out like that?

	A woman's body is far more elegant, she considered. It was so
soft... so gentle. Even Joe generally seemed to enjoy his recently
acquired femininity. Did she really want to get all hairy? She
looked at Joe... at his changed body. Before, he hadn't been very
hirsute compared to some men, but now, he had nothing but very
light down anywhere but on his head and pubic area.

	Linda moved her hand further, between Joe's legs. She could
tell that he wore nylon panties under the shorts. She could even
feel the short pubic hair through the thin cloth. The male bulge
was notably absent, replaced by a smaller but wider bump of hard
pelvic bone. What was it like for him to wake up deprived of his
precious manhood? What might it be like for her, if she was just
as suddenly presented with such an appendage? She moved her hand
to her own crotch, feeling for her clitoris. What would it feel
like for that to be grotesquely long? To actually stick out when
erect? To use for penetration?

	Joe apparently missed Linda's massaging fingers, because his
hips moved as if searching for the pleasant feeling. Linda
obliged, touching him, running her finger gently along his genital
cleft. She wished that she really was a guy right now. At least
temporarily. She'd pull Joe's shorts down and let him experience
sex with a man. She knew he'd want to try it eventually.

	She could tell... by what he said, and by what he didn't say,
that Joe was curious. And why not? Whatever had caused it, Joe's
body had become completely female. Sometimes, Linda even felt tiny
waves of jealousy when she saw the beautiful woman he had become.
Why did all this have to happen to her man? And why did he have to
be so beautiful? What could he possibly see in her now?

	As he slept, Joe's dreams began to get very lucid. He still
thought of himself as male, and usually dreamed that way. He
reacted to the pleasant sensations by conjuring up another sexy
meeting with Linda. She was fondling his penis, and running her
fingers through the light hair on his chest. His penis felt ready
to explode. Why didn't she lay back and let him enter her? He
couldn't figure it, and didn't seem to have the strength to do
anything about it. He just lay there letting her manipulate him.
Suddenly he felt her lie on top of him. She instinctively
spread her legs and began rubbing her crotch against his penis. He
tried to maneuver so that he could get his erection in a position
to enter her. It seemed nothing he could do, no way he could move,
would allow him to make love with this beautiful woman. And still
she wouldn't stop.

	Joe had to have her and he finally found the strength to move
his arms to take her and hold her. She reciprocated by wrapping
her arms around him. He could feel the almost downy softness of
her breasts. It seemed his own chest too had become more sensitive
that he could remember it. Still asleep, Joe began to softly call
for her to let him take her. "Let me put it in. Let me put it
in," he begged

	Linda was enjoying the sensation of friction of her clitoral
area against Joe's pubis, each enjoying very similar feelings, and
each getting closer to climax. Suddenly Joe began to moan
slightly. It wasn't a moan really, but rather he was trying to say
something in his sleep. "Oooh. Let me put it in," Joe said again.

	He thinks he still has a penis. Linda concluded as she lay on
top of him. Poor guy. She kissed Joe on the lips. Since the
change, Joe had seemed so very different. He even smelled
different. His pleasant masculine scent was gone, and to Linda,
nothing had replaced it. She didn't really react to Joe's female
pheromones.

	The kiss woke Joe. His eyes opened and it took a moment to
realize that Linda was on top of him. When he did realize who it
was, he continued to fondle her buttocks. Then the reality of what
was happening dawned on him. "Hi," he said simply, feeling
embarrassed.

	Linda looked embarrassed at what she was caught doing. She
was wearing only her underwear, lying on top of him, pretending to
make love as if she were a man. Her skirt and blouse were lying
across the chair by the bed.

	Linda's pretending wasn't immediately obvious to Joe. He
reached down to feel his shorts, and realized that his underwear
had become wet from excitement. "What's going on?"

	Linda said nothing, her face getting even more red with
embarrassment. She rolled away from Joe, and lay on her back.

	Joe began to realize just what was happening. He sat up and
then knelt next to her on the bed. As he looked at Linda, he saw
from the wet spot on her own panties that she had been getting
aroused by what she had been doing. "Was it fun?" Joe teased, then
realized she was too embarrassed for that. "It was feeling pretty
good," he continued. "Why did you stop?"

	"Oh, Joe," Linda said, almost in tears. "I was just trying to
imagine what it would be like to be a man... to make love with you
that way."

	Joe smiled. She had apparently been pretending to screw him
as he slept. While he was dreaming of doing the same to her. "I
guess you were doing pretty good," Joe remarked, putting his hand
on his own pubic area and pulling the panty up so that the wetness
there was visible to her. "I guess we both seemed to like it." He
pointed to her underwear, which was just as visibly damp.

	Linda's face opened up in a big grin. Joe could always see
the best in everything. She reached up and kissed him on the lips
again.

	Joe looked at her, this woman who had just been on top of him
as if she was making love. Did she really want to do that? "So
you want to be a guy, huh? Then let's see what it would be like.
I've kind of been wondering myself."

	Kneeling, Joe slipped the little cotton tank top over his
head. He tossed it on the chair next to Linda's things. He arched
his back, making his small but firm breasts more prominent, then,
with his hands, he pushed the soft mounds against each other in an
attempt to appear seductive. It might be hard to act like a woman,
but it was sure easy to look like one when your body was like this,
he thought to himself. "Come on, big guy," he vamped.

	Linda lay there, looking at Joe as he pretended to seduce her.
She wasn't sure if she should take him seriously, or if he was just
being sarcastic.

	Joe unbuttoned his shorts, and slipped them down. He pulled
them off and tossed them off the bed. He left the panties on. If
Linda wanted them off, she could do it for him. "Go ahead," he
ordered. "Pretend that you're a guy. Take me... Use me."

	Linda sat up in the bed. "Joe," she said, as she took him in
her arms.

	Joe kissed her, then took her right hand and placed it on his
bare breast.

	"You really want to do this?" Linda asked.

	"Sure. You say you want to be a guy, and I guess I'm a girl
now, whether I like it or not. Let's find out what it might be
like."

	Almost reluctantly, Linda began to caress Joe's breast. Joe
knelt next to her, and shut his eyes as if enjoying the sensation.
He looked down at her. She was wearing pale yellow hi-rise panties
with a bit of lace trim at the leg openings, and a sort of matching
bra. Not exactly masculine apparel. Joe wondered what would make
her less feminine, not for his sake, but for hers. He had an idea.
"Just a second," he said. "I think I might have something to make
you feel a little more macho."

	"Macho?" Linda asked. "What could make me feel like that?"

	Joe went to the dresser... to his underwear drawer. He looked
around the almost empty drawer and found the black nylon bikinis he
wore the morning after the change. Although they might have been
the most feminine underwear he had then, they were still men's
underwear. He also grabbed a clean sweat sock and came back to the
bed. "Let's try this on."

	Before she could object, he pushed Linda back on the bed and
quickly pulled her panties off. He tossed them on the floor next
to the chair. Then he took the black undershorts and slid them up
her smooth legs. Linda reluctantly assisted by lifting her butt at
the appropriate times, and when they were in place, she peered down
at her lower body. The male underwear fit more-or-less, but the
masculine bulge at the crotch was missing. Joe took her arm and
pulled her to a kneeling position on the bed. He balled up the
sweat sock and stuffed it into the front of the little nylon
shorts. He carefully arraigned it until it was just the way he
thought it should be. "What do you think?" he asked, unable to
hide the grin.

	Linda looked down at the bulge at her crotch, then at Joe.
"And this is supposed to make me feel macho?" she asked, slightly
embarrassed.

	"Well, I admit, it may not help much. But it sure is better
than those lacy panties, isn't it?"

	"You really think so?"

	"Well, the boobs are kind of hard to ignore, but I'll try if
you will."

	"Now what?" Linda asked.

	"You're a guy. Surely you know what guys want."

	I feel stupid with this sock in here." Linda smiled as she
cupped the bulge with her hand, as if trying to imagine what it
would be like if the sock became real maleness.

	"Well, we have to make do," Joe said. "And that's not a sock.
It's nine inches of hot meat."

	"Right."

	Joe lay back on the bed and put his arms out. "God, I need
you," he breathed. "Take me. Use me."

	Linda, feeling more than a little foolish, smiled and moved to
position herself on top of Joe. As she did, she moved her legs
apart. Joe realized what she was doing and pushed her legs back
together, then spread his own. "You're the guy, remember?" he
admonished. "I'll spread my legs."

	As she positioned herself, Joe could feel the bulge of the
sock press against his pubis. The feeling really wasn't anything
like with Jay. Jay was much harder... And of course, he aimed
lower. But it did feel good... sort of. "Oh, yeah," Joe breathed.
"I like that."

	Linda started to move her hips as if making love. She pushed
the sock firmly against Joe's pubic mound. Almost immediately, the
sock moved lower, back between her legs, and suddenly they were
again rubbing their pubic bones together. The feeling was good,
but not great.

	Linda reached behind her back, and pulled the sock out of her
underwear. "This does nothing for me. How about you?"

	"I agree."

	Joe moved around so that Linda could position herself with her
legs sort of entwined with his. In that way, they could better rub
the more sensitive parts of their genitals against each other.
They were both amazed at the pleasant sensation that allowed.
Linda started a kind of side to side movement which seemed to
excite Joe's clitoris most effectively.

	"Hey, this isn't bad," Joe commented, as he started to
reciprocate to Linda's movements.

	Linda looked down at Joe and smiled, saying nothing, but
continuing the pleasing movement. It was obvious from the
expression on her face that she enjoyed it, too. Nylon panties
eliminated the friction that might have been created as they almost
frantically rubbed their genital areas faster and faster.

	Joe was the first to stiffen his legs and experience a most
pleasing orgasm. The combination of genital sensation and the
sight of Joe getting off brought Linda over the top soon after.
Spent, they clung to each other, still pressing identical genitalia
together. Joe kept up a slight rocking motion, which created just
enough stimulation to hold them at a pleasing point.

	Climax really was different without ejaculation, he consid-
ered. Although penetration probably would have felt pretty good
right now, he was quite satisfied without it. He was curious if
Linda felt the same way. "How was that?" he asked.

	Linda looked at him and smiled. Then she kissed him.

	"Did you like it?" Joe asked again.

	"What do you think?" Linda asked mysteriously.

	"I think you got just as much out of that as I did."

	"And I think you might be right," Linda said.

	"We didn't even need a penis, did we?"

	"Well, I don't know about you, but I think it would have been
even better if one of us had one." Linda's humor was returning.

	"I'd be glad to oblige, but I'm a little short right now."

	Linda frowned at the clever pun. Joe suddenly realized just
what he had said.

	"Don't you just want a man right now?" she asked. "Or would
you still rather be one?"

	Joe looked into her face. It was plain that she was curious
about his sexual orientation. His body was obviously capable of
sex as a female. Was that what he really wanted? He didn't know
how to answer her. He just grinned widely. "Either way would be
great," he said diplomatically. "I guess I'd like to know how it
would feel, but then, I already know how good it is as a man."

	"Yeah, but don't you just want to know?" Linda persisted.

	"Why are you so curious about that?"

	"Joe, Look at you." Linda said. "You're gorgeous. I can't
believe how beautiful and sexy you've become. Surely you'd want to
be with a man rather than with me."

	"Is it really that great as a woman, that I'd want to forget
about the person I love?"

	"But, you're a woman now. Surely you can't have the same
feelings toward me."

	Joe looked at her. "You're right," he admitted. "I do feel
different. But I still love you. How about you? How do you feel
toward me... toward what I've become?"

	Linda reached for him and kissed him on the lips. One of
Joe's breasts caught on Linda's bra, pinching his nipple. Joe
reached down and pushed it out of the way, and then fondled Linda's
boob through the lace and satin bra.

	Linda reached up and rubbed Joe's breast. "Tell me the truth.
Don't you really like having boobs?"

	Joe pulled away from her embrace and looked down at his new
curves. "They'd be more fun for me if they were on you," he said
with his now feminine voice. "Of course you do look pretty nice
yourself," he added diplomatically.

	"The truth," Linda insisted. "Don't you enjoy looking like
that?"

	Joe smiled what he hoped was a devilish grin. "It's kind of
neat, I guess. At first, the curiosity was everything. But I
guess I'm getting used to being this way. I am really amazed at
how young I'm starting to look."

	"I've noticed that, too," Linda said. "I think you look even
younger than the other day."

	"I'm still changing, I guess," Joe admitted, the concern
evident in his voice.

	"When will it stop?"

	"Who knows? We're still trying to figure out what's causing
it."

	Linda was staring at Joe's chest, idly fondling him as they
spoke. Joe looked down, then back at her eyes. "Do I interest
you?" Joe asked, amused.

	Embarrassed, Linda moved her hand away from his breast. "I'm
sorry. You just feel so soft, so smooth... "

	"And it feels good when you touch me, too. I know it must
seem strange... I know I look like a girl... I guess maybe I feel
like a girl, too. But I still like being with you, too. Can you
understand that?"

	Linda slowly placed her hand back on Joe's softness. "I'm
trying. But you have to understand... I haven't changed... I'm
still the same... But you look so feminine... So beautiful...
What can you possibly see in me?"

	"I hope I'm seeing a beautiful woman who still loves to be
around me," Joe said softly. "If we ultimately decide that we
can't be, or don't want to stay together, we... we just have to
stay friends, don't we?" Joe's gentle voice was almost pleading.

	Linda placed her hand behind Joe's head, then, rising on the
bed, she kissed him deeply, just as she used to. Their tongues
even entwined momentarily. Joe reached down between Linda's
breasts and unhooked the clasp of her bra. As he had done so many
times before, he freed her breasts, and with Linda's help, removed
the bra completely. But Joe didn't fondle her. He just didn't
like the feel of the scratchy lace on his own sensitive chest.
They embraced again, their breasts meshing as they kissed
some more.

	They both lay back on the bed, and Joe closed his eyes. Life
was becoming so bizarre. Less than twenty hours ago, he was
frolicking bed with his best friend. Now here he was, cuddling
with his fiancee. It was still wonderful and pleasurable, but he
felt out-of-place in both scenarios. What was he now, really?
Linda's perfume, and his thoughts were buzzing through Joe's head
as he fell asleep again.

	Linda cradled him in her arms and watched him, realizing that
Joe probably looked more like her younger sister than her lover.

	What would become of their strange relationship?

Article 91131 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 35 )
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:07:27 GMT

			      Chapter 35

	Joe was asleep in Linda's arms for only about fifteen minutes
when she jostled him awake. "Come on sleepy-head. Let's get up.
I'm hungry."

	Joe wasn't hungry at all. He was wonderfully content resting
in Linda's arms, but he reluctantly got up. Linda rolled to the
side of the bed, and quickly slipped off the black bikini underwear
to put her own things back on. Joe found his own underpants and
slipped them on. He was standing at the foot of the bed watching
Linda as she stood wearing only panties, gathering her up skirt and
blouse. He turned around and spotted the silver chemise teddy.
Joe held the silky garment out to Linda. "I think you put this in
my bag."

	As Linda looked at the sexy little garment, a strange
expression formed on her face. "Don't you like it?"

	Joe was confused. What was she trying to tell him? "I guess
it's ok, but it's yours. Why did you send it with me?"

	"I bought it for you. Of course, if you don't like it... "

	"You bought this for me? When did you do that?"

	"Well, actually, it was for me to wear, but FOR you," Linda
said, smiling. "I just thought that you might find a need for it
on your trip. I have no idea what you wear in bed while you're
away from me."

	Was she hinting at something, Joe wondered? "What's going on
here?"

	"Joe, you just went on an overnight trip with a man. I see
the way Jay looks at you. I know you've had to see it too."

	"And so you think I'd want to sleep with him?"

	"Are you telling me you don't?"

	Joe was silent. He didn't really know what to say. Linda
obviously knew him much better than he thought. Maybe he shouldn't
lie. "No. I won't say that. I noticed that Jay was acting kind
of funny, too."

	"And what did you do?"

	"What did I do?" Joe repeated.

	"How did you respond to him? Come on, Joe. I know you two
are old pals, and I'm pretty sure you can't keep any secrets from
him. The way he was fawning over you, you must have fooled around
a little."

	"Why do you say that?" Joe said, trying to sound hurt.

	"Because I can practically read your mind," Linda said
confidently. "I know that you're dying to know what it would be
like with a guy. Your body is so beautiful, so amazingly feminine.
I'm sure you've already noticed what you do to men."

	Joe felt a blush of embarrassment as he pulled on his shorts
and slipped the little tank top on. This woman is so darn
observant, he thought. Can nothing be hidden from her? "What if
I did sleep with Jay the other night?" Joe asked bluntly. "How
would you feel about that?"

	Linda stared at Joe. He couldn't tell what was on her mind.
Had she simply been fishing, and drawn him out? "I wouldn't blame
you. I think if I suddenly became a guy, I guess I'd want to know
how it feels to be with a woman."

	"You wouldn't be mad?" Joe asked gingerly.

	"Why should I? You're a big girl now," Linda added with a
smile.

	Joe just stood there, looking at her, smiling, saying nothing.

	"So did you?" Linda asked. Her curiosity had been piqued.

	Joe widened his smile. "I thought real girls don't talk about
stuff like that," he said smugly.

	"The heck they don't!" Linda countered. "You don't have any
idea what real girls talk about." She was right there, too.

	"Well, they shouldn't. Who I choose to sleep with is kind of
private."

	"Not private to me, Joe Bates. Did you, or didn't you?"

	Again Joe was silent. He wanted to tell her, but didn't know
how.

	"Did you sleep with Jay, or not?"

	"Uh... We were in the same bed for a while." Joe said
carefully.

	"Did you do anything?"

	"Anything?" Joe repeated, stalling for time.

	"Did you screw him?"

	Joe just smiled. "Well, I let him look... Then... I let
him touch... " Joe idly stroked his breast for emphasis as he
spoke."

	"Did you screw him?"

	"You know, I didn't realize how big another guy's cock looks
when it gets hard. I don't think I ever saw anybody else's
before."

	"Did you do it with him?"

	"Yes, I did it," Joe said curtly.

	"So, what did you think?" Linda didn't sound mad, just
curious, and maybe, relieved.

	Joe looked at the bed. "Well, actually, it kind of hurt at
first, but then it really felt pretty good." He smiled, as if
remembering the sensation.

	"You screwed Jay?" Linda said incredulously.

	"I guess that describes it," Joe said, smiling broadly,
relieved for the truth to finally be out, but wondering what she
was going to do.

	"Did you like it?"

	"Yes. It was pretty good, once I got used to the difference.
Does that make me queer or something?"

	"I don't think so. I mean you are physically a woman now, I
suppose."

	"So what does that make us, then? Are we lesbians?"

	"I don't know. Maybe it does," Linda said without convic-
tion. "Do you care?"

	"Hey, I'm just a guy who woke up with this pushed in, and
these things popped out." Joe touched his crotch, and then his
boobs. "I really don't know what the hell I am anymore."

	"Did you climax?" Linda asked bluntly.

	"Climax?"

	"When you did it with Jay. You know. Did you come?"

	Joe looked at her and smiled, then took on a wide grin. "Yes.
I guess I did. Maybe even a few times. Like I said, it did feel
pretty good." Joe's grin got slightly wider.

	"I guess you really are a woman, then, Joe Bates," Linda said
conclusively.

	"I thought you only became a woman after your first menstrual
period. I'm still waiting for that to happen."

	"Well, I think for you, we can make an exception, and say it
literally happened overnight."

	"Can you handle that?"

	"What choice do I have?"

	"No more than I do, I guess," Joe admitted. "Do you want me
to leave?"

	"Only if you feel you want to. I don't know why you would
want to stay with me."

	"But... Don't you understand? I love you. I need you."

	"What can I really do for you?"

	"You've been doing it. You're my friend, and now, you're my
mentor, my advisor, and as far as I'm concerned, you're still
pretty good in bed, too."

	"Thanks. I guess you are, too."

	"But, just a little short, right?" Joe teased.

	"Well... I did like you better the other way."

	"Sorry. What you see is what you get."

	"What about Jay?"

	"What about Jay?" Linda countered. "How do you feel about
him?"

	"Jay Logan is still my best friend. With all that's happened
to me, he's helped in all kinds of ways. I think we were both
curious, and we just satisfied our curiosity, that's all."

	"So you wouldn't want to do it again?" Linda asked.

	"I don't know. I don't know what I want to do."

	"Well, I can't be a man for you," Linda said, saying the
obvious.

	"And I realize that I can't be everything you need either."

	"So what should we do then?" Linda said, as much to herself as
to Joe.

	"Let's take it one step at a time," Joe suggested. "Who
knows, maybe by next week, all this will all be a weird memory.

	"And maybe it won't."

	"Yeah... Maybe it won't."

	"What are you hungry for?" Linda asked suddenly.

	"I don't know. You're the one who claimed you were hungry."

	"I've been thinking Mexican all day." Linda was still
standing in her underwear, holding her skirt and blouse.

	"Ok then, go get some clothes on, and let's go out and find
some food," Joe ordered. "What do you think I should wear?"

	"I was planning to wear something like what you have on. That
looks fine."

	Joe looked down. He could practically see his breasts through
the cotton top's thin material. "I feel practically naked like
this. I can't wear this in public."

	"You look just fine."

	"But everyone can see my boobs."

	"No, they can't. Besides, you're kind of cute looking
anyway."

	"Yes, but... " Joe persisted.

	"Put a bra on then, if you must," Linda said as she left the
room. She didn't want to argue with Joe over his deserved self-
consciousness.

	Joe went to the dresser and searched for an appropriate
garment. With most of his underwear in the laundry, or still
drying in the bathroom, his choice was limited. He decided on a
simple white cotton bra, one of the first he had bought. He pulled
off the tank top and slipped the bra on. It was a back close
model. Most of his bras were front close. It was obvious his
shape was still developing because the new bra already felt a
little tight, but it could still be worn. He slipped the top back
on, feeling much more secure, but only slightly less exposed. He
added sweat socks and Reeboks, found his wallet, stuck it the
little side pocket of his shorts, and went to Linda's room.

	Linda was in her walk-in closet, hanging up clothes and
selecting something to wear. She came out holding orange colored
shorts and a matching top with yellow sunburst design.

	"Yeah. That looks nice." Joe said simply, in approval.

	"It's really going to be hard to go out with you anymore.
Everybody is going to think I'm your older sister."

	"Nah. I don't think they'd think that. But I am getting a
bit young looking though, aren't I?"

	"If you keep changing, I'll look more like your mother than
your friend. Have you any idea what all this is doing to my ego?"

	"I'm sure it can't be as bad it is for me."

	Linda looked at the pretty young woman standing in her room.
It was probably true. Compared to Joe's problems, her own were
minuscule. And yet, this girl... this very young girl, who under
the skin was really a guy... her guy... as old as, even slightly
older than she was... He... She was just so darn beautiful, so
fresh looking...

	They drove to the restaurant in Joe's car. When they arrived
inside, the waitress immediately seated them in a small booth.
They seemed like two good friends, out for the evening, and that's
just what they were.

	As they sipped Margaritas, waiting for the food, Linda began
telling Joe about the real estate contract she was currently
working. Joe listened, and tried to appear genuinely interested.

	Joe felt a little self-conscious when he noticed that a young
man, with his wife and two small children, was watching his every
move. The whole thing was strange, not bad really, but totally
unlike anything he had experienced when male. Once, when their
eyes met, Joe smiled shyly, and the guy smiled back. It was then
that Joe began to appreciate just what power his changed body
possessed. He knew he looked pretty good, even he could see that,
but he realized he was acquiring the capability to make men melt.

	After one Margarita, Joe was feeling a little less inhibited.
Linda kept talking, and he kept listening. The guy at the other
table kept sneaking glances whenever his wife wasn't watching.
Once, feeling a little spunky, Joe bravely gave the guy a quick
wink. Joe could see him perk up. The little flirt made his day.

	The waiter brought the food, and they began to enjoy it. By
this time Joe was hungry, too, and he began to wolf his food as he
usually did as a male. Linda saw what he was doing, and frowned.
"Stop that, Joe. Try to act like a lady, if you can."

	"What do you mean?" Joe didn't realize he was doing anything
unusual.

	"You're eating much too fast," Linda explained. "Slow down.
Take small bites. You eat like a lumberjack."

	Joe smiled. She was right. He hadn't realized what he was
doing, or what it looked like to others. Acting like a woman was
still something he had to constantly work at.

	"Dr. Krell has started with monkeys," Joe said, trying to
break the sudden silence.

	"What is he doing with them?"

	"The cage is set up to duplicate the conditions which they
believe caused the change, and they want to try and duplicate it
with animals first."

	"When do you think they'll be ready to change you back?"

	"That's a good question," Joe said. "I really don't know.
But Dave wants to be first."

	"What if it works?"

	"I don't know. I guess I'd want to change back, but I'd sure
miss some of this."

	"I'd like to have the old you back," Linda said."But you
should do what you need to."

	"Let's wait till we have to make a choice."

	"Ok. Let's wait."

	They finished the meal without further conversation. Joe
could sense that their relationship was changing. They were really
becoming more like friends... like sisters even... and there was
nothing he could do about it. He didn't know if he even wanted to.
They finished, and Joe paid the bill. Then they drove home.

	Each went to their own bedroom without much discussion. Joe
began to undress and prepare for bed. He expected that Linda would
probably be in to join him before long. He went into his bathroom.
As he slowly removed his clothes, Joe examined his body in the
bathroom mirror. When completely naked, he peered straight into
the glass.

	It was true. He was still changing noticeably. And he was
becoming so young looking. His breasts continued to fill out.
They didn't seem much larger really, more firm might be a better
description. The bra he just removed had made little marks on the
soft skin, outlining where it had been touching. It seemed that
the skin on his chest where breasts had formed was being stretched
by still growing mammary tissue underneath. Full pink nipples
seemed to glisten in the bright light. He looked lower, at the
quite pronounced curve of his waist and hip. Those lines too were
still developing. His body was slowly acquiring feminine contours,
and seeing them, seeing himself with them, could only be described
as disconcerting. It was like staring at someone else's body,
someone familiar, and yet a stranger, admittedly an awfully
attractive stranger.

	Was this the way it was to be? Was this it? Was life from
this point on going to be lived in this semi-familiar, amazingly
youthful, but very female looking body? It wasn't that he didn't
feel at home in it. Quite the contrary. Mostly, everything that
had occurred felt somehow totally natural. The physical differenc-
es in genitalia were probably the hardest to get accustomed to, but
he was adapting well. Though down deep Joe still thought of
himself as male, there was no denying he certainly didn't look very
masculine anymore. At first, he worried, sexual orientation would
be a problem, but even that seemed to be working itself out. He
was quickly developing interests and desires that reflected his
changed anatomy, his new gender. Not only did he look like a young
woman, he was truly beginning to feel like one too. At least he
thought that he was. Who knew what they really felt like?

	Joe looked at the trimmed hair of his pubic area. It was
still a source of wonder to see himself with protruding female-like
breasts, and nothing but light pubic hair where his penis should
be. That was simply not how he saw himself in his mind. And the
familiar sensation of his cock still being there didn't help
matters any. What was it had become certainly couldn't be
described as a penis, and it didn't function like one either. The
area between his legs had acquired the appearance and characteris-
tics of the female vulva. Except for the lack of the clitoral
hood, Joe's genitalia were identical to those of a "real" woman.
They functioned exactly the same, too, Joe thought to himself, as
he reminisced about last night, with Jay. If Jay noticed any
difference, he hadn't let on, in fact, he had seemed rather
satisfied. Joe grinned as he thought about experiencing sex as a
female.

	In the mirror, he observed the dark pink skin of the labia
minora, barely visible behind short, dark-blond hair. He thought
about what his body was like before this had happened. It was
totally amazing how easily it cast off masculinity, and took on
this new appearance. However, whatever it looked like now, this
was still very much his body. These were his breasts. His hips.
His butt. His vagina. His clitoris. He had become the young
looking, shapely person in the mirror.

	He placed his hand at the gap between his legs. While his
pelvis continued to change, that space continued to grow percepti-
bly wider as his legs became softer and even more feminine. The
slight paunch of approaching male middle age had completely
disappeared. The area between his now noticeable pelvic bones had
become unbelievably flat. Even his navel looked different.
Running his fingers over it all, he cupped his palm over the
prominent pubic mound. Whenever he did that, the strange sensation
of his male parts being missing became plainly evident. Otherwise,
unless he became uncomfortably wet, it didn't feel too much
different down there.

	Joe ran an index finger along sensitive vaginal lips, enjoying
the pleasant sensation. He was still found it awesome to be
changed like this. There was no denying the facts, he was actually
enjoying it. Did he miss his penis? Sure. But if he still had
that, he'd never know what it was like to be this way. Some might
call it an acceptable swap. At least equal, anyway. Besides, his
penis was still there, sort of, though it was changed a great deal.
Maybe his balls were history, apparently absorbed by his changing
body, but he didn't really miss them like he thought he would. No.
Any remorse, any feeling of loss, was more over the very different
physical capabilities of a body turned female.

	Sex, which one would have thought would be the major issue,
wasn't really even a problem in itself, at least not for Joe. He
still liked women. He certainly liked their soft bodies. He liked
to be around them even if they did tend to treat him very differ-
ently now. But of course, he was becoming interested in men too,
perhaps even more. Funny how he would never even have considered
a guy as a sexual partner before this happened to him.

	Joe had felt completely normal as a heterosexual male, and he
felt just as normal now, as a bisexual female, if that's what he
had become. He thought about it, and couldn't decide if he really
had a preference. Each gender had its advantages, its pluses.

	Joe stood there in front of the mirror, examining and fondling
his changing body, when he suddenly realized the bathroom door
stood wide open. He stopped and hurriedly went over to close it.
He didn't want Linda to see what he was doing. Returning, he
noticed the tub, and decided to run some water and soak in the
bubbles for a while. If he really was a girl now, he might as well
enjoy it. When the tub was full enough, Joe tested the temperature
with a toe, and, satisfied, he slipped into the silky suds.

	It had been a long day. Joe was tired, and the warm tub was
relaxing. With his bare hand, he lathered all over with the soapy
bubbles, caressing every growing bump and curve, exploring every
new crease and crevice. Could this be what heaven is like?

	Joe had lost track of time as he languished in the tub. He
thought Linda would have joined him by now, but she didn't. He
didn't know how long he had been in the bubbles, but they were
starting to dissipate. He stood and stepped from the tub, grabbing
a large bath towel to dry.

	The bath oil made already soft skin feel even smoother, and
Joe felt wonderfully sexy as he dried off. He watched the
reflection in the mirror as he preened. The sensation was
eroticism mixed with a strange curiosity. It had been at least a
decade since girls he had been intimate with looked this way. It
was as if his body was being transformed to that of a mature
teenager, probably no more than eighteen years old. Unbelievable.
Could it be that while innocently testing aircraft avionics, they
had accidentally stumbled onto a real "Fountain of Youth". But you
just had to sacrifice masculinity to experience it. Was it worth
that? When was it all going to stop?

	He dusted with after-bath powder, the scent again reminding
him of Linda. When all finished, he left the bathroom and walked
towards the bed. Linda wasn't there yet, either. Maybe she was
going to leave him alone tonight. If she did, it would be the
first time.

	Joe lay down on the bed. He was about to turn out the lamp,
when he saw the chemise teddy laying on the chair. He decided to
put it on. When he had the sexy little outfit on and the snap
between the legs fastened, he looked at himself in the dresser
mirror. The top was slightly stretchy since it contained lycra,
and it clung closely to those firm breasts. The bottom part was
definitely tailored to flatter the female form, and it had no
problem with that part of his anatomy either. He suddenly
experienced an overall sensation of contentment.

	If Linda wasn't going to sleep with him, he'd just have to
sleep by himself, he thought. He extinguished the light and lay
back on the pillows, enjoying the silky texture of his clothes, the
wonderful scent and soft sensuous feel of his own body. Joe
quickly fell asleep, alone, and didn't wake till morning.

	When Joe opened his eyes, the sun was streaming through the
curtains. He looked over at the clock on the night stand. It read
Six A. M. He looked across the bed. He was alone. Linda never
came to his room last night. He had been so tired, he didn't wake
once the entire night.

	Joe pulled away the sheet. He looked down at himself, and the
satiny chemise. He remembered the mellow way he felt last night.
It was morning. How did he feel now? He was becoming accustomed
to the erratic ping-ponging of his persona as the hormones, or
maybe the physical changes, or both, affected his personality.

	He put his hand to his chest, feeling the softness of a breast
through the silky fabric. He moved down, between his legs,
exploring that area, touching the tiny snaps at the crotch of the
teddy. Another night had passed, and he was still quite female.
He now expected that. He no longer checked every morning in hope
that he would wake up changed back.

	Joe sat up in the bed. He looked over at the dresser, trying
to see his reflection in the mirror. The light was still too dim
to tell. Had he changed even more overnight? Was he even younger
looking? Curiosity overcame sleepiness, and he struggled out of
bed. He stood in front of the mirror, straining his eyes to detect
any difference. If there was any, he couldn't tell. Everything
looked the same as last night.

	Joe continued into the bathroom, and he snapped on the light.
The almost intense brightness hurt his eyes, and he squinted as he
stood in front of the sink. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Joe
looked again. His hair was disheveled, but otherwise, still no
noticeable change. He certainly didn't feel any different, though
he did have to pee.

	Unsnapping the crotch of the little satiny garment, Joe pulled
away the little beaver tails from his crotch. Changing his mind,
he removed the whole thing, and stood naked. He looked at himself
in the mirror again. Still no difference. Still the same. Still
beautiful. He twisted so that he could observe his profile in the
mirror. As they continued to develop, his breasts were truly
becoming impressive looking. At first, they were just small,
slightly cone-shaped bulges. But in the week since he had sprouted
them, they were getting fuller, and rounder each day. Joe touched
them and caressed them, experiencing a combination of wonder, pride
and embarrassment. Did real teenage girls feel the same way as
they acquired this highly noticeable badge of womanhood?

	Joe lightly squeezed both breasts with his hands. Here it
was, morning, and he was still pleased to find his body this way.
He couldn't remember going this long before without experiencing
some feeling of remorse over what happened. Was he really
beginning to accept it?

	He raised the lid on the toilet and took a seat. As he sat,
he eyed the underwear hanging on the shower door. It was dry now,
and ready to be put away. He looked at the panties and bras. He
pulled the black bra, the one that matched the black thong, from
the door and examined it closely. He had never noticed that it
actually had a subtle print over the entire shiny black spandex
fabric. A very dark gray lace print.

	He hadn't even noticed it before, but it now was quite easily
seen in the bright light. That's the way it is with women's
things, Joe considered. They were filled with little subtleties
like that. Things a man wouldn't even notice. Things he didn't
notice, until now.

	When he was finished, Joe washed his face, then brushed his
hair. It was Saturday morning, but he wanted to go in to work. He
was curious to know if anything happened to the little monkey over-
night. As he dressed, he could hear sounds from the kitchen.
Linda was making coffee. Joe wondered if she was angry with him.
It was hard to tell with women. Even though it was even possible
that he was one now, he still couldn't predict how they would
react.

	She hadn't seemed irritated when he finally told her about him
and Jay. In fact, she seemed more curious than anything. He
almost thought she'd be asking for details. As he thought about
it, he realized that from that point on, she had been a little
different around him, a little less talkative. Maybe she was
pissed off.

	Joe decided to wear a pair of pants and a blouse he bought in
St. Paul. Since it was the week end, no one would be dressing up,
but this was about as casual as he wanted to get. He went to the
bathroom, and carefully put some powder on his face, and then a
little lip gloss. Joe was still experimenting with makeup, and was
getting a bit better each day. He brushed his hair, and then
decided he was ready. Joe took a small handbag, and checked that
he had his wallet in it, then went to the kitchen. If she was
going to be angry, he might as well know about it.

	When Linda saw Joe, she smiled. "You look nice this morning,"
she said, then she came over and kissed him on the cheek.

	I guess she isn't mad, Joe thought to himself.

	"Did you get a good rest?"

	"Yeah. I slept like a baby."

	"I could tell you were tired."

	"It was the first time we didn't sleep together in this
house."

	"I know," Linda said, "but I thought you might like some time
alone."

	Was she always right? "It was kind of nice. But I do like
snuggling with you, too."

	Linda smiled. "Are you going to work this morning?"

	"Yes. At least for a while. I want to know if anything has
happened with the monkey."

	"What if something did?"

	"I don't know. There is probably a big difference between
repeating something like this, and reversing it."

	"So the monkey might be stuck just like you?"

	Joe looked into her eyes. "Yeah. That's right. Poor
animal."

	"Is it really that bad?" Linda asked.

	"No. It's really not. In fact, it's not so bad at all."

	"I wish it hadn't happened," Linda said. "But since it did,
at least I'm glad you like it."

	Joe had a cup of coffee with Linda and then drove to
Honeybone. When he arrived, none of the people he recognized were
there yet. Dr. Krell hadn't arrived. The lab assistant was alone
in the room, and there was no change in the monkey's appearance.
There were no results from blood or tissue samples yet, but Joe
suspected that nothing at all had happened.

	The lab assistant agreed. "There are simply billions of
combinations and possibilities. It could literally take years."

	Joe went into the office and sat at his desk. He looked at
the stack of mail and was going to begin looking through it all,
when he decided against it. His heart just wasn't in it. Those
things seemed so trivial now. He just sat there thinking.

	In a few minutes, Dave came in the room. Joe hadn't seen his
friend for days, and he immediately saw that the change was still
occurring to him too. Dave had become almost cherubic. His face,
which had always been sort of full, was now very rounded, as was
the rest of him. He looked so much younger. Were they all
destined to look like children?

	"Hi, Joe," Dave said, his voice sounding strange to Joe. It
was plainly Dave's voice, but at a slightly higher pitch. Joe knew
the same thing had occurred to his voice, and he was getting
accustomed to the new sound. Hearing Dave brought out the contrast
of what was, and what is now.

	"Good morning, Dave," Joe answered, smiling. "You're looking
pretty good."

	Dave just frowned at him. He wasn't in any mood for joking
about his changing appearance. "I see nothing happened with the
monkey overnight. I wonder what they're going to do next."

	"There must be a million combinations to try. The monkey's
chromosomes aren't exactly like ours."

	"I guess they need to try it on a human then. I'll try it, if
they need a volunteer."

	"I think they want to duplicate what happened first. You've
already been changed. They'll probably want a genetic male."

	"That's the truth," Dave said, as he sat down at his desk.

	"How's it been going, pal?"

	Dave just smiled.

	"I see you've been getting younger looking, too," Joe contin-
ued.

	"Yeah. And if it keeps up, everybody will think my wife is my
mother instead of just my sister," Dave said sarcastically.

	"It really is a bummer isn't it?"

	"Joe, I've got to tell you, if they don't come up with
something, anything, pretty soon, I think I'll just try something
on my own."

	"Like what?"

	"I don't know. But I'm ready to try the cage any time they
ask. What else could it do to me?"

	"I think you know the answer to that," Joe responded. "There
is almost no limit to what genetic damage can do to your health."

	"Sometimes I think I'd be better off if I had been killed
instead of this."

	"Come on, man. Surely you don't mean that. I'm certain Cindy
and the kids would rather have you like this than as just a
memory."

	"You don't know how it is," Dave objected. "To need to have
your wife help you with so many things, stuff a man shouldn't even
need to know about."

	"Yeah. I know, it is kind of weird. But I have basically the
same thing with Linda. She's been more than willing to help."

	"Sure, Cindy helps," Dave admitted, "but that's not the point.
She shouldn't have to do that. I'm the man. I'm the strong one.
I'm the one who helps everybody else."

	"You're just going to have to learn to adapt. It really isn't
all that bad if you just accept it, and try to live with it."

	"I don't agree," Dave insisted. "I can't accept it, and I
won't live with it."

	"If you approach this thing with that attitude, I think you're
going to be disappointed."

	"I'm already disappointed. What I want is just to be what I
was."

	"And if it's possible, you will, but until that happens, why
don't you quit your bitching."

	Dave looked at Joe with a familiar big grin. Maybe he looked
like a big chubby angel now, but Joe recognized that smile. "Yeah.
I'll try."

	"Are the others coming this morning?" Joe asked.

	"Well, everybody knows what's going on. I would think they'd
all want to be here this morning."

	With that, Mike/Michelle came in the door. She was carrying
a box of doughnuts. "I thought everybody might want some of
these."

	What a switch, Joe thought. Before, Mike would never have
thought of others like that, and in any case, would never have even
eaten a doughnut, much less bought a whole box of them himself.
"Thanks, Mik... er, Michelle," Joe said. He still had problems
referring to his friend by her preferred name.

	"I can't eat those," Dave objected. "My butt is already
getting huge."

	"Aw, one won't hurt," Michelle countered.

	"Something has to give," Dave said. "I don't want to look
like this." He pointed to his hip, and very round derriere.

	Joe was hungry, and the doughnuts smelled great. He took one
and went to the coffee pot to pour a cup. He'd have to watch his
weight too, but just one wouldn't hurt.

	As Joe sat at his desk enjoying the coffee and doughnut, and
reading his junk mail, a very young looking woman entered the
office. Joe looked up, and then back down when he didn't immedi-
ately recognize who it was. He looked up again and realized that
it was Tim.

	Joe had been thirty years old when the accident had happened.
Mike and Dave were about the same. But Tim was barely twenty one.
When Joe first saw him after the change, he had already acquired
completely feminine physical characteristics. In fact, he had
become quite well endowed on top. But like the rest at that time,
he had not yet experienced the strange de-aging that Joe and the
rest were only now beginning to notice.

	One look and it was obvious that the phenomenon had now hit
Tim with full force. The genetic changes that had made a thirty
year old Joe Bates look like an eighteen year old girl had now
transformed the twenty-one year old Tim into a very precocious
looking thirteen or fourteen. He knew it too. As a guy, he was
fairly large, about as big as Joe. After the change, like the
rest, he had become slightly shorter, and lost a great deal of
upper body mass. But anyone who knew him could still have easily
recognized him.

	In the two or three days since Joe had last seen him, Tim had
become much smaller, thinner, and lighter. Framed by fairly short
hair, Tim's face had become like that of a young girl, perhaps
barely into her teens. The de-aging process had taken some, but
not all of Tim's new voluptuousness. He no longer had bigger
breasts than Joe, but still enough to give him that child in a
woman's body appearance that some early developing girls have. He
was probably having trouble finding clothes that fit his rapidly
changing proportions, because he was wearing a strange combination
of his old male things and some of the women's clothes they had
purchased in San Diego.

	His new appearance was obviously causing him much embarrass-
ment. "Tim?" Joe asked."Is that you?"

	Tim smiled thinly. "Yeah. It's me," he said, in a much
different, little girl sounding voice.

	"I see we're all getting younger looking," Joe continued,
trying to be careful about what he said.

	"Yeah," Tim agreed. "And I'm turning into a little kid. A
child. Bad enough to turn female. Now I guess I'm going to have
to get used to looking like an adolescent, too."

	"You don't look all that young," Joe said, trying to make him
feel a little better.

	"Hah!" Tim responded. "You mean because of these?" He
pointed to his breasts. "I think I look like jail-bait now."

	The statement made Joe smile. He looked at Tim. He was
right. His youthful but precocious femininity did look a bit out
of proportion. Could this, would this, also happen to him?

	"Is everything ok otherwise?" Joe asked.

	"Damn it, Joe, how would I know? I guess so." Tim exclaimed.

	"Has Dr. Krell seen what's happening to you?" Joe went on.

	"Well, yeah, he saw me yesterday," Tim answered. "But he
hasn't got any suggestions either."

	"Did it get any further along since then?" Joe continued.

	"Yeah... Probably... I don't know for sure. I think so."
Tim answered.

	"I think we should go to Dr. Krell with this," Joe said
seriously. "Who knows when it might stop?"

	"And what can he do?" Dave asked. "Hell, he doesn't even know
for sure what's caused it yet. How can he fix it?"

	"Do you have any better ideas?" Joe countered. He was getting
a little irritated with Dave's sarcastic attitude. That wasn't
helping at all.

	"I think we should try the transmitters in the cage on
ourselves," Dave said. "I've already said I'll volunteer to try
it."

	"You might get your chance soon enough," Joe said. "I don't
think anybody wants to be responsible for what might happen. They
want to see if the thing will make matters worse before they put
anybody in there."

	"Like I said before," Dave said. "I'm willing to try anything
right now."

	"Yeah. But Dr. Krell doesn't want to be held responsible for
killing you." Joe said solemnly.

	"Maybe I just have to get in the damn thing some evening, all
by myself," Dave said.

	"Don't do it," Joe ordered. "You're smarter than that. When
they think it's worth a shot, I'm sure they'll let you try it."

	"But what if it doesn't stop?" Tim asked. "What if I... What
if we just keep getting younger? How far can it go?"

	"I don't know," Joe answered."I guess we'll be finding out."

	"I think Dr. Krell is in the lab now," Michelle said. "Let's
go talk to him."

	They all walked down the hall to the avionics test lab. Joe
walked slightly behind Tim, and his eyes were constantly drawn to
the movement of Tim's braless breasts under his colored oversized
T-shirt. The young man really was becoming very young looking, and
the sight of his erect nipples jiggling under the shirt as he
walked was highly erotic, and very out of place below that
little-girl face.

	As he watched Tim walk, Joe could feel himself becoming
aroused. He was suddenly aware of his own breasts, and his nipples
where they rubbed against the bra. He was awash with a strange
mixture of male and female urges and sensations. He tried to put
them out of his mind.

	They entered the lab and found three others already there.
The assistant who Joe had already met earlier, Dr. Krell, and
Karen.

	It had been a few days since Joe had seen the nurse, Karen
Simpson, and Joe's eyes lit up when he saw her. In past week they
had become pretty close friends. Karen's past experiences, while
in many ways quite different from Joe's, gave them much common
ground, and they shared many interests. Joe walked over to the
tall woman. "Hi, glad to see you're here," he said, holding out
his hand.

	Karen looked down at it, and smiled. It was kind of a
masculine thing to do, and it looked strange for two women to offer
a handshake in greeting. She took Joe's hand and squeezed it.
"How are you doing Joe?"

	"Pretty good, I guess. But if I get any younger looking, I'm
afraid they'll take my driver's license away."

	"Yeah. I've noticed what's happening," Karen said serious-
ly. "We've got to find out what's causing that too."

	Dr. Krell went directly over to Tim when he saw him, and took
his hands in his own. "Look at you," Dr. Krell said, in his very
jovial voice. "I think you've lost another two years last night."

	"What do you think is causing this, Dr. Krell?" Joe asked.

	The doctor looked him over, too. Then he put his hand under
his chin. "I wish I knew. Of course, the changes in skin texture
and such things usually cause males subjected to high levels of
estrogens to appear become somewhat younger looking. But nothing
like this. This is much more, much more."

	"How far can it go?" Tim asked. "Can I get even younger than
this?" His high voice sounded frightened.

	"We'll have to figure out what is causing it first," Dr. Krell
said. "I promise you, I'll have everyone who I think can possibly
be of service, working to solve this."

	"Can it kill me?" Tim asked. His little girl voice sounded
almost in tears. Without male levels of testosterone in his
system, Tim, and all the others, were losing that chemically
derived source of confidence.

	"I don't think so, Tim." Dr. Krell said, taking the young
looking man-girl's hand. "I don't know for sure, but I don't think
so."

	The fax machine on the desk received a call, and began
ejecting pages of paper. Dr. Krell took the pages and began
reviewing them carefully. Then he returned to Joe and the others.
"That's the latest lab report on the primate's blood sample. They
haven't discovered any anomalies yet."

	"What does that mean to us?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, does that mean the transmitters didn't cause this?"
Dave asked.

	"It only means that we won't be able to know what caused it
with one test run," Dr. Krell said, smiling. "As you may know,
there are almost infinite combinations to try."

	"But wouldn't it be faster if you use a human subject?" Dave
asked.

	Dr. Krell shook his head. "At this point, that would be far
too risky."

	"When, then?" Dave asked. "I'll try it any time you want to."

	"I know," Dr. Krell said gently. "And as soon as I think it
might cause more help than injury, I'll ask you to try it. But not
before."

	"We've got to hurry," Tim added. "If I keep up like this, by
next week I'll look like an infant."

	"I don't know what's happening to you," Dr. Krell admitted.
"But I don't really think you'll change that much."

	"I don't know, Doc," Tim said. "I think you should look me
over again. I'm changing. A lot."

	"If it will make you feel any better, we can go to Hillcrest
as soon as I'm done here," Dr. Krell said, in an effort to comfort
Tim. "I'll see if there is anything I can do for you."

	The words were meant to soothe, but the sense of fatigue and
bewilderment in the tone only made Tim feel even more concerned
about his immediate future. "You've got to do something real soon.
You've got to try something, anything."

	"Come with me to Hillcrest in a while," Dr. Krell repeated.
"We will do everything possible. Don't be alarmed."

	The review of the experiment went quickly. Dr. Krell decided
on another power/time setting for the transmitters in the cage, and
selected another primate for the experiment. The assistant put the
holding cage inside the Faraday cage, and the power was applied for
the appropriate time. Then the monkey was put back into its big
cage. Another test sequence was complete.

	Dr. Krell was ready to go to the hospital, with Tim following
him like a shadow. It was strange to see this person, who had only
a few days ago been a strong, confident young male, now looking and
acting like a fearful, almost timid, very young girl. Joe hoped
that wasn't what was in store for him, too.

	Joe, Dave, Michelle, and Karen all watched as Tim and the
doctor said their good-bye's and left for the hospital.

	Joe looked at his wristwatch. "I guess that'll be all for
today. Anybody want to get an early lunch?"

	"Yeah, I'll go along," Karen said.

	"I'll go." Michelle added.

	"Count me in," Dave said. "Where should we go?"

	"I'm hungry for breakfast," Joe said. "The Denny's down on
the corner is fine with me."

	"Ok. Let's go," Michelle said. "There's nothing else going
to happen here today."

	They said their good-byes to the lab assistant and left the
building, each to their own car. Joe was anxious to talk to Karen.
She was always a good source of the latest information about what
was going on.

Article 91134 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 36)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:07:46 GMT

			      Chapter 36

	Following Karen's white Toyota Supra, Joe pulled into the
Denny's Restaurant parking lot. The others followed just behind.

	He was pleased to see Karen again. Karen Simpson was a
nurse who worked for Dr. Krell. She was friendly, and Joe liked
to be around her. They had a few things in common. Karen liked
sports cars and airplanes ,too. And something else, a few years
ago, Karen had been one of Dr. Krell's patients.

	For her first twenty-five years, tall, attractive Karen
Simpson lived as an apparently normal male. Like Joe, Karen had
served in the military, the U.S. Air Force. But, unlike Joe, she
later voluntarily underwent hormone treatments, electrolysis, and
then had her original normal male genitalia surgically altered -
molded to a realistic and functional female appearance. This
physical transformation was now complete, and quite successful.
Just the other day at the hotel, Karen had permitted Joe to see
her in the buff, and if he hadn't known, he would never have
guessed her unorthodox past.

	Karen liked Joe, too. He could sense it. She was obviously
interested in him and the others, as well as in the strange
affliction they had acquired. Joe could tell part of her inter-
est was because of the nature of what had happened; indeed, she
actually seemed slightly jealous of Joe's unasked for femininity.
But Joe figured that was only natural. Karen felt the need to be
a woman so much that she was willing to endure everything, the
pain, the embarrassment, even the considerable financial cost of
being transsexual. But even though her body now looked complete-
ly female, her physical appearance was mostly cosmetic. Unlike
Joe, Karen, though feminine and shapely, remained genetically
male. Orchidectomy (castration) eliminated the primary source of
unwanted testosterone, but it also left her quite sterile. The
surgical procedure to eliminate the male organs could not replace
them with corresponding female internal parts. She now had a
vagina that was quite functional for sexual intercourse, but she
did not menstruate. She would never be able to conceive. Her
breasts, the result of more than four years of hormone therapy,
were quite real, but they would never nurse a child of her own.

	Joe considered the likelihood that his own extensively
changed body was capable of all those things now. It was hardly
his own idea, but Joe had lost his penis, too. According to Dr.
Krell, magnetic resonance images revealed that his body now
possessed a cervix, uterus and fallopian tubes, and because of
that, it was very likely that he would eventually begin to
menstruate. If that occurred, then it was also probable that, if
he happened to engage in unprotected intercourse with another,
physically normal male, he could become pregnant. All the tests
and embarrassing physical examinations indicated his metamor-
phosed body had somehow generated all the external and internal
organs necessary to function as a normal female. Joe was already
becoming accustomed to the often pleasant sensations provided by
feminized breasts. It was likely he would eventually get used to
the new vaginal opening between his legs. His transfigured
genitalia usually didn't feel all that different really, no
matter what it happened to look like, but Joe doubted he could
ever adjust to the idea that blood emanating from any body
opening might be considered "normal". Just the thought of
menstruation made him shudder.

	Joe placed a hand on the now familiar softness between his
legs and then, through the fabric of his jeans, gently rubbed a
finger along the seam, feeling for the sensitive spot that was
his clitoris. He couldn't deny he actually liked the new way his
body felt, but as for the tremendous responsibility that went
along with having female parts, it was really just so much
simpler to be a guy.

	Joe pulled alongside as Karen parked. While removing his
seat belt, he watched Karen out of the corner of his eye. Not
realizing she was being watched, Karen opened the door and swung
her long legs out of the low-slung sports car. She remained
quite lady-like as she exited the car, but her white nurse's
uniform still showed a lot of white-stockinged leg. Joe knew
from recent personal experience just how difficult it could be to
move around while wearing such short, relatively tight clothes,
but his brain remained male enough to appreciate the subtle,
innocent glimpse of this attractive woman.

	As he opened the door of his own car, Joe pretended that he
wore a tight skirt too, and kept his knees close together as he
swung his legs to the ground. He was acutely aware of his hips
as he struggled to pull himself out of the seat. It was unlikely
his soft butt was really larger than before, at least not much,
but the rest of him - shoulders, arms, the rest of his body had
surely become smaller. It served to create the sensation that
his rear end was larger and heavier than before. Perhaps the
bone structure of his pelvis had changed a bit too. He didn't
like the awkward, slightly off-balance way it made him feel.

	Karen followed behind Joe as they walked into Denny's. The
waitress immediately directed them to their seats. The four sat
at a round table and ordered iced tea and sandwiches.

	The whole scene suddenly struck Joe as very strange. Here
they were, three guys - four technically - and yet they now
looked for all the world like four young women seated around the
table. Only Karen had more than one week of experience living in
the new gender. If the others felt at all like Joe, they still
had a guilty feeling they were somehow stuck having to play a
weird game of "dress-up". They might look just like women. They
might even legally BE women, all except Dave, anyway, but mostly
the concept of personal femininity remained quite foreign to the
three of them. Only Karen felt completely comfortable with her
present appearance.

	"So, what happened while I was away?" Joe asked Karen.

	"Not very much, unfortunately," Karen answered, "and we're
still at a loss to understand what's causing this de-aging
thing."

	"Yeah." Joe agreed. "It's getting really hard to accept
what's happening to me. I mean, it's difficult enough to have to
get used to these... (he cupped his hand over his breast) but
now, I'm starting to look like a teenager, too. When is all this
going to stop?"

	"Are we all going to turn into children?" Dave added.

	"I wish I knew." Karen answered. "I think right now it's
anyone's guess."

	"How about Tim?" Dave said. "If he gets any younger look-
ing, he'll be a kid again."

	"Can't we just make it stop somehow?" Mike/Michelle asked.
"I think, as I start to get used to it, I really enjoy being like
this, but God knows, I certainly have no desire to look like a
little girl."

	"I simply don't know what's happening." Karen repeated. "I
guess it's possible it can't be stopped, and you might just keep
getting younger and younger looking, but I really want to think
that won't happen."

	"Not any more than I do, that's for sure." Joe agreed.

	Karen looked at Joe and smiled. "We'll figure this one out,
Joe," she said optimistically. "We just won't quit till we do.
Just keep hanging in there."

	"I'm not going anywhere," Joe answered. "I don't have
anywhere to go."

	The waitress came with the order. They continued the discus-
sion as they ate.

	"You might be interested to hear that Dr. Krell has been
talking to some of his gender dysphoria patients," Karen de-
clared, as she poked at her salad.

	"Gender dysphoria?" Mike/Michelle questioned.

	"We've already described gender dysphoria." Karen went on,
showing visible irritation at Mike's inability to remember the
things that had been explained at the clinic. "That's when
you're brain thinks you are a different gender than your body
physically appears to be."

	"Hell, I guess that includes all of us then." Mike/Michelle
concluded.

	"Well, I believe I used to be gender dysphoric, but I don't
think I am anymore," Karen said, correcting him. "For me, Doctor
Krell used hormone therapy, and then surgery, to correct the
problem."

	"But that won't work for us," Joe added. "We just want to
get back to be the way we used to be. Surgery can't really do
that."

	"If it even made me even just look like a guy again, I'd
sure be willing to give it a try," Dave said gravely.

	"That's just it," Karen explained. "I don't think you'd be
satisfied with what surgery could do for you. I'm afraid they've
been much more successful in surgically making the male body
appear female, than the reverse. Even if the doctors could make
you look even close, you would probably find that nothing worked
like it did before. You wouldn't have any sensation in those new
parts either."

	"I think I'd like that better than what I feel now." Dave
decided.

	"Don't you like the way everything feels now?" Joe asked
incredulously.

	"And you do?" Dave countered.

	"Yeah. Yeah, Actually I do," Joe admitted. "At first, I
wasn't so sure, but the more I get adjusted to it all, the more
I'm starting to enjoy the new me."

	"Me too, Dave." Mike/Michelle said. "I think I could stand
being like this for the rest of my life. It's really not bad,
once you get used to it, of course."

	"That's probably the only attitude that'll get you through
this," Karen added. "Until we find out a way to change you back,
I think you should attempt to make the best of it, at least give
it a try."

	"Damn it, you know it's totally different for you guys,"
Dave exclaimed, his now feminine sounding voice raising to an
even higher pitch. "You don't have a wife and kids at home like
I do."

	It was clear that the topic of the conversation was begin-
ning to cause grief for Dave. His family life meant a lot to
him, and he was too much of a family man to allow himself to
simply change his gender and leave them, even if this bizarre
affliction was in no way his own fault. He couldn't really hide
his feminine appearance, but to date, he still tried to continue
to live as male, at least as far as that was now physically
possible.
Joe could detect the outline of the strap of a bra under
Dave's rather non-gender-specific clothing, but Joe knew that
Dave only grudgingly wore it only to minimize jiggle, and to
conceal his enlarged nipples when they became embarrassing
points, rather than to enhance new contours. Joe had been
surprised just how "dynamic" his own feminized breasts had
become. His amazingly sensitive nipples seemed to act sort of
like small penises. Totally possessing a mind of their own, they
would stiffen in response to a touch, to brushing against the
soft cloth of a shirt, sometimes even to a sexy thought. But,
like a penile erection at the wrong time, they could also be the
source of considerable embarrassment.

	"The word is already out that some kind of an accident
caused four normal males to develop a female appearance," Karen
continued. "There are hundreds of gender dysphoric individuals
who would consider what happened to you guys a dream come true if
it could happen to them."

	"A dream come true for them, a nightmare for me," Dave
volunteered.

	"Nevertheless, it's true," Karen continued. "Dr. Krell has
a number of genetically male gender patients whom he's been
treating for some time, and who have already been planning to
alter their bodies surgically. If it's found there are no
related health risks, Dr. Krell might let at least one of them
try the Cage."

	"That wouldn't help us any," Dave said.

	"That is true," Karen agreed. "But if they could change
someone else, and do so in completely controlled conditions, it
would go a long way toward understanding all that occurred when
it happened to you."

	"Somebody would actually volunteer for this?" Dave wondered
aloud.

	"Absolutely. If I thought it could still work on me, I'd do
it myself."

	"It wouldn't?" Mike/Michelle asked. "Why not - because
you're already female now?"

	"That's just it." Karen explained. "I guess I look female
to you, but I'm really not. At least not like you guys anyway.
You all really are female now, right down to the chromosomes.
That's very significant."

	"I really wish you could take advantage of the cage too."
Joe said sympathetically.

	"You don't know how much I wish that were possible." Karen
said. "X-X chromosomes, a uterus, a real clitoris, vagina and
cervix. I really used to dream about having things like that.
No more hormone therapy. Maybe even periods. Aahh yes... " She
spoke half jokingly, but it was obvious she meant it.

	Karen's words caused the others to place their hands at
their crotches. The very things that Karen desired so badly were
exactly what they found most embarrassing. In each their own
way, they tried to adapt to total feminization. They had all
been mature men, but now, like pre-teen girls, each awaited the
first menstrual period with fear and apprehension.

	"When does he intend to try this?" Joe wondered aloud,
interrupting the sudden stillness.

	"I don't know for sure." Karen said. "I think he'll soon be
asking at least two patients to come see what the cage looks
like, and then they'll probably want to talk with each of you."

	"Fine with me." Joe said.

	"Gladly." Mike/Michelle added.

	"Sure. Why not. They are trying to help, I guess." Dave
offered.

	"What if they ask to look at you - all over?" Karen contin-
ued.

	"It seems like everyone else already has, why not them too?"
Joe said with a slightly sarcastic grin.

	"I suspect they would like to help you. I know they have at
least some idea what you're going through. But I also know that
they probably have quite selfish motives for volunteering to try
the cage." Karen said.

	"I think I can understand that," Joe said. "It's easy to
have sympathy for anyone who feels stuck in the wrong body."

	"I don't know if we can ever get you guys back to normal. I
hope we can, if it's what you want, but even if that turns out to
be impossible, if we can at least duplicate what happened, there
are tremendous implications." Karen told them.

	"Yeah. What a great way to punish convicted rapists." Dave
joked sarcastically.

	"I suppose it could be used as a punishment tool, but there
are some real productive applications for something like this
too." Karen went on, remaining quite serious. It was plain she
had been giving everything much thought.

	"Even better uses if we find a way to reverse the gender-
changer portion, or even simply limit the de-aging process," Joe
added. He understood what Karen was trying to explain.

	"Yeah, I think you're right," Karen said. "I hope we can do
something about that. I'm certain Dr. Krell won't let anybody
else try it unless the de-aging phenomenon can be controlled."

	Joe quickly finished his turkey sandwich and sat listening
to Karen. It was difficult getting accustomed to eating so much
less than he had when his body was bigger. Dr. Krell had ex-
plained to each of them that along with everything else, it was
probable that their metabolism also changed, and if they didn't
want to gain a great deal of weight, they would need to make a
conscious effort to reduce their caloric intake. Joe already
thought the butt he only recently considered so attractive was
starting to feel like a balloon, so, even though he was not
always successful, he was trying his best to eat like a bird.

	"Please excuse me a moment." Joe said. "I really need to
visit the restroom."

	The large glass of tea seemed to go right through him, and
he felt an immediate need to urinate. Joe had found that the
changes in that area of his anatomy had apparently left him with
a significantly reduced bladder capacity, as well as less able to
"hold it" when he sensed the urge to relieve himself.

	Joe walked down the short hall and located the door to the
ladies room. He hoped the restroom was clean. Women's restrooms
were always cleaner than the male counterpart, and it was a good
thing, since there were no stand-up urinals, for obvious reasons.

	He was relieved to find all three stalls empty, and quickly
entered the first one. Surprisingly, using public restrooms was
a most difficult part of the adjustment process. Joe still felt
like an invader each time he entered the door with the little
skirted figure. Doing so never raised any eyebrows, but he could
hear his heart pound each time he did so.

	Joe lowered his pants to his knees, and then took a seat.
When urine began to flow, he immediately experienced a slight
burning sensation, a feeling not at all normal. In the dim light
of the stall, he also noticed that the cotton crotch of his
panties had a streak of sticky white substance that appeared to
be much thicker than normal. Vaginal discharge was another part
of all this still very new and foreign to Joe.

	The first three days after the change occurred, as he
strived to adapt to the new, often quite intense sensations his
changed body provided, Joe often experienced the discomfort of
wet, even soggy, underpants. Instead of just experiencing
swelling of the remaining erectile tissues, Joe's genitalia now
responded to erotic stimulus by oozing with profuse lubrication
from his new vagina. As his testosterone levels slowly dropped
closer to those of a normal female, and as he gradually became
accustomed to the sensations and even the new appearance of his
body, the amount of almost clear lubricant began to lessen. It
still returned easily. All he had to do was touch himself down
there, but heavy discharge was becoming more the exception than
the norm.

	This stuff was different. The gunk in his underwear wasn't
really as wet as it was thick and slightly sticky. He gingerly
touched the panty with a fingertip and rubbed some of the sub-
stance between finger and thumb.

	Yes. Sticky. Almost like the white paper paste he used in
school as a child. This stuff was coming out of him? What was
wrong now? What caused the tremendous burning sensation? The
irritation made him painfully aware of the change in his anatomy.
Along with the burn, he also experienced a powerful urge to
scratch an itch at his vaginal opening. He hoped the feeling
would go away quickly, since there was absolutely no way for
anyone to look feminine doing that. Even while he thought about
it, the irritating personal itch grew even more intense.

	"Oh, no." He said quietly, almost under his breath. "What
in hell is happening to me now?"

	The urge to scratch was overpowering, so he moved his knees
apart and carefully rubbed his wet crotch with a flat open palm,
being careful not to scratch his still unfamiliar genitalia with
his fingernails, no matter how much he wanted to.

	Finally, he used two fingers of his other hand to gently
spread the folds of his genital cleft, then, with the other index
finger, he carefully probed around the vaginal orifice, manipu-
lating the little bump that felt like his urethra. Although it
corresponded to the same opening at the tip of his penis, it
didn't feel much like that anymore. It had migrated to a spot
much further down, and now felt more as if it was located at the
base of his non-existent penis, rather than at the tip. Every-
thing was like that... Joe found the typical sensations of being
female not really much different than those when he was male, it
was quite obvious the same nerves were still there, but the shape
of everything was different. A lot different. And in some
cases, it seemed as if his nerves had moved closer to the surface
or something. Some parts, no, most parts of his changed body,
including his skin, were just generally more sensitive. Mostly,
that was good, but it meant his tolerance for pain was also much
different now.

	Joe examined the finger he removed from his vagina. It was
a little wet, urine probably, but there was virtually no trace of
the white substance in his panties. Curious, he raised the
finger to his nose and sniffed. No odor really. Well, perhaps a
slight, barely detectable musty scent. Probably quite normal, he
decided. But the intense itch wasn't. Something had to be done
about that.

	Taking some toilet tissue from the roll, Joe cleaned his
finger and then attempted to remove some of the thick residue
from his underwear. Doing that proved completely ineffective.
Joe wished he had another pair of panties with him. He had no
desire to have this goo next to his body, even if that was where
it came from. He remembered the box of panty-liners he bought
the first day, and wished he had thought to bring his purse
along.

	Wait! The machine on the wall! This was a ladies room,
remember, for women and girls. They probably sold those things
in the machine! He carefully pulled his panties up, trying to
keep the cool wetness away from his body, but when he pulled his
fitted jeans up, they brought everything up snug. There was
still no one else in the room, so he pulled his shirt over the
open waist of his jeans, and peered out the door of the stall.
Yeah! There was a machine. Joe almost tip-toed to it and
examined it. It contained two products. One, Kotex tampons,
were meant to be used internally. Not what he needed. The
other, something called a "Maxi-Pad", was much thicker than the
paper thin panty liners Joe had bought and seen Linda use,
placing them in her panty. Just about what he needed.

	Should he just get one and try it? He looked at the faded
pictures on the front. Why not. He dug into his pocket for a
couple of coins, hoping none of the others would come in and
catch him buying any form of feminine protection. He slowly
rotated the knob, wincing at the slight sound the machine made as
it dispensed the product. He looked at the plastic wrapped,
thick, lump in his hand. This thing had to fit inside tight
panties? His crotch was going to bulge like his cock and balls
were still there.

	He took his booty back into the stall and, holding the still
wrapped pad between his teeth, he again lowered his pants. With
panties around his knees, Joe tore open the wrapper and examined
the large pad. He pulled away the paper strip that protected the
adhesive backing, then attempted to center the pad in the crotch
of his underwear. The adhesive was exactly in the center, the
same area as the thick discharge, so it didn't work effectively
to hold the pad. He pulled the panties up, finding that the
warm, dry pad felt much better than the sticky coolness of damp,
soiled underwear. But it was a bit thick. Joe ran his hand over
the bulge and was reminded of how Linda looked the other night,
wearing men's bikini undershorts with a sweat sock crudely
simulating the bulge of a penis.

	Joe had already become accustomed to his sleek profile since
the change, and the bulging pad just looked and felt rather
strange. It didn't remind him of being male again. It was just
a big wad in his underwear.

	He pulled the jeans up and ran his palm across the front.
Could you tell? He could see nothing, but it sure did feel
weird. Joe threw the wrapper into the waste can and left the
stall. He went over to the mirror, adjusted his blouse, and
tucked it into his jeans.

	Well, if you already knew, you could tell. It was quite
obvious to him, but then, that might be due to the strange way it
felt. He'd try it.

	Screwing up his courage, Joe opened the door and left the
ladies room. When he reached the table, he eyed the others for a
sign that they might notice any difference. None. When he took
his seat, he felt the pad bunch in the crack of his butt. It was
not a very pleasant feeling.

	"Are you OK, Joe?" Karen asked, teasing him. Perhaps she
noticed the strange look on his face as he squirmed slightly in
his seat.

	"What do you mean?" Joe asked, showing obvious embarrass-
ment.

	"Joe, you look like you've got a mouse in your pants or
something." Mike/Michelle chimed in, laughing.

	Joe just looked at each of them, trying to think of some-
thing to say. Finally he spoke.

	"Karen, do you, Aahh... er... do you ever get... Aahh...
feel a sort of burning sensation when you pee?" He asked very
softly.

	"A burning sensation?" Karen asked, suddenly becoming
serious again.

	"Yes. I just urinated, and it really burned. It never did
that before. And now, you wouldn't believe how it itches." Joe
said, almost at a whisper.

	"Hmmm... That sounds like yeast infection." Karen said,
after only a moment. "I think you better tell Dr. Krell tomor-
row."

	"Tomorrow? Wait till tomorrow? Right now I'd like to go at
myself with a toothbrush!" Joe exclaimed, moving around in his
seat.

	"Dr. Krell has meetings this afternoon, Joe," Karen ex-
plained. "It'll wait till tomorrow. But, whatever you do, don't
use that toothbrush." She laughed.

	"But, what can I do till then?" Joe asked. "There must be
something. It's driving me nuts."

	"I think you better let Dr. Krell look at you first." Karen
said again. "Go home and take a warm bath. It probably won't
help much, but it won't hurt. Maybe even leave your underpants
off if you can. Is there any discharge?"

	The question embarrassed Joe. Karen spoke very clinically
and seriously, but Joe didn't like talking publicly about such
personal things.

	"Well, yeah... I guess maybe there might be," Joe stammered
with embarrassment.

	"Sort of white, and thick?" Karen quizzed, smiling at his
discomfort.

	"Yeah... I guess so." Joe answered.

	"If I had to offer the diagnosis, I'd say it was textbook
yeast infection," Karen said. "If that's really what it is,
you'll probably be uncomfortable for a few days and maybe as long
as a week."

	"Are you serious? Days?" Joe asked. "What causes it
anyway?"

	"Oh... Lots of things can," Karen explained. "Improper
hygiene, diet, medications. Of course, it can also be acquired
from sex with an infected partner." She winked at him.

	Karen's matter-of-fact statements made Joe immediately think
of Jay. Did he get this from Jay? There were plenty of other
possibilities, but he couldn't rule anything out. But, how could
he ask his friend? How could he even bring the subject up? They
were buddies, and had been for many years, but how do you tell a
buddy that you got this damn yeast infection? And you suspect
you might have caught it from him...

	"Normal guys can really get yeast infections?" Joe asked.

	"Yes, of course they can, but usually they don't have any
real symptoms," Karen said. "Generally, you require the environ-
ment of a vagina to have symptoms as you describe."

	"Yeah. Ain't I lucky... " Joe said, mostly to himself.

	The others said nothing. They were probably wondering if
they would soon get this new affliction too.

	There wasn't much said the rest of the meal. Joe caught
both Dave and Mick/Michelle watching him when they thought he
wouldn't notice. Like Joe, his pals were very apprehensive about
anything concerning to their new anatomy. Everything was so
different now, so much more complicated. It was as if they had
traded their simple, powerful, pick-up truck bodies for these
exotic Italian sports models. Having a woman's body might be
interesting, maybe even fun, but, like a Ferrari, it did seem to
require much more care and maintenance.

	"Does it hurt, Joe?" Mike/Michelle asked.

	Joe looked at the big, fairly attractive young woman, who,
like himself, only last week was a big muscular guy, but now also
needed to worry about things like vaginal yeast infections.

	"Well, it doesn't hurt actually," Joe tried to explain.
"It's more of an itch. But the worst itch you can imagine. It's
sort of like you've got poison ivy all over your balls."

	Karen laughed at the colorful description.

	"It won't kill you," Karen said. "Most women get them
occasionally. Just be careful how you wipe, and always change
your underwear everyday. Wear cotton whenever you can, too. If
you do get an infection, you'll need to wash your underpants in
boiling water, or it'll probably come right back."

	"Boiling water?" Joe asked. "I have to wash my underwear in
boiling water?"

	"To kill the yeast spores," Karen explained. "They can
remain alive in your underwear, even after the warm water of the
washer. Then they re-infect you when you wear them again."

	"This is too much," Dave concluded. "I just can't believe
this is really happening to us."

	They all looked at Dave. He was practically sobbing. They
all probably had about the same feeling, but Dave just seemed to
let his emotions show much easier. It made them face the reality
of the situation.

	"Everything will work out and be all right," Karen said
soothingly. It was hard to say anything else.

	They looked at the check and each divvied up their share.
As they walked out, Karen spoke to Joe.

	"Don't worry about that infection," She advised. "It's a
pretty common malady, and you will get over it."

	"I was kind of hoping it wouldn't be fatal. But I've just
never had an itch quite like this before. Can't I do something?"

	"I think that you better see Dr. Krell first," Karen said
again. "We can never be sure what's really happening with you
guys." She squeezed his shoulder knowingly. Karen was now
slightly taller than Joe, and, since he was continuing to get
more youthful looking, he was beginning to look more like a
younger sister.

	"So in the mean time, I have to stand here, trying to rub my
legs together to scratch myself. Has this ever happened to you?"
Joe asked.

	"Yeah, it certainly has," Karen admitted. "More than once,
I can tell you. Comes with the gender, I guess. Just go home.
Take a warm bath. Wear loose clothes."

	They said good-bye, and each got in their cars. As Joe
drove home with his agonizing itch, he thought about what he
could do about it. He remembered the hand held shower massage in
the hotel. It might help, but even if it didn't, it did have
other benefits. He grinned.

	He'd stop at Builder's Square and buy a couple of them. It
was early afternoon. Time enough to get two, and install one on
his and one on Linda's shower. He felt he just had to let Linda
in on his discovery of the secret pleasures of a shower massage.
Maybe he could no longer provide exactly what she needed, but he
now knew first hand what was likely to give her pleasure. He
wondered if Linda ever had a yeast infection.

	He saw the Builder's Square sign, and pulled into the
parking lot. He walked in and went directly to the bathroom
fixture department. He found the selection of shower massagers,
and studied the various models. Joe selected two of the best
they had. He checked that the boxes contained all he was likely
to need for installation, and then carried them to checkout.

	The checkout counter was staffed by a middle-aged woman
assisted by a young man. The woman saw what Joe carried and
smiled knowingly. The young man simply stared at Joe with
bedroom eyes.

	As the woman rang Joe's purchase, she made small talk. "My
husband installed one of those on our shower, too. I think
you'll really like it."

	Yeah. I know," Joe said, as if admitting to his intended
purpose for the shower massage. For some reason, it was getting
easier to talk with women. Why? Could it be he was able to
understand them better now?

	The young man didn't really have a clue what these women
were talking about. He just kept his eyes on the pert bosom of
the young looking customer. Joe glanced at him, and when he
realized he was being leered at, he stood a little straighter,
and then pulled his shoulders back to emphasize his breasts. He
couldn't resist teasing a horny young man. It was such fun.
Last week, Joe was locked in testosterone's firm grip, too. Now,
he found it amusing to watch the way virile young men acted while
in his presence. It gave him a strange feeling of power he never
experienced before. He didn't realize it, but it also caused him
to act the tease.

	Joe gathered up the large sack containing the two shower
heads, and walked to the door. Knowing the young man's eyes were
fixed on his back side, he even tried to emphasize the swaying
movement of his widening pelvis as he walked.

	As Joe drove home, the excitement of his little performance
quickly wore off, and he was again reminded of the immediate
problem. Man, it itched. He balled his fist and shoved it
between his legs. Using his thumb, he tried to scratch a spot
impossible to reach with clothes on. The bunched up pad, which
felt sort of like a diaper, didn't help any either.

	As he rubbed and probed his body through jeans and the maxi
pad, Joe was reminded of his high school years when, as a horny,
curious, sixteen-year-old stud, he did practically the same thing
to Barb Hardy, his first real girl friend. He remembered how
soft her body felt, how smooth her breasts were, the way she
smelled of Love's Baby Soft Bath Spray. By generously permitting
his rough groping, she introduced him to the wonders of the
female body.

	Joe pressed on the flat softness where his male parts had
been. Who'd have thought femininity would ever get this famil-
iar?

	When he arrived at Linda's home, he turned into the drive
and parked his car. He took his purchases into the house and
placed them on the kitchen table.

	It was still too early for Linda to be home from work, so
Joe had the house to himself. He opened one of the shower heads
and studied the parts. Apparently, all he would need was an
adjustable wrench, and maybe a slip-joint pliers. He took the
box to his room and got found his little canvas tool bag. He
found an eight-inch adjustable, and was pleased to see a pliers
in there too. He was always good with tools. Would that change
along with everything else?

	Joe took the parts and tools into the shower. He quickly
removed the existing head and placed it on the counter. He
screwed on the adapter and then the hose. When he attached the
hand shower, the job was finished. The whole thing took about
five minutes.

	Pleased with his plumbing skills, Joe took his tools into
the kitchen and retrieved the other shower head kit. He took
that into Linda's room and went into the bathroom. Her shower
was cluttered with two pair of panty hose, a pair of sheer silk
stockings, and a very sexy panty with matching bra. The dainty
things were dry and ready to take down. Joe gathered them up,
pausing to feel the texture of the silk stockings, and examine
the underwear. They must be new, since he had never seen Linda
wearing them.

	Joe felt his body responding as he handled Linda's intimate
things. Maybe he was physically female now, but his brain still
retained its original male programming, and just seeing Linda's
sexy underwear was still a major turn-on. But instead of a
raging boner trying to break out of his pants, Joe now felt his
breasts become even more sensitive, his nipples harden, and the
unique sensation of his crotch seeming to "open up" as blood
rushed to changed erectile tissues. He knew when he felt that,
his underwear would soon become wet with lubrication. But this
time, he was ready with the maxi pad.

	Joe placed Linda's stockings and underwear on her bed. He
went back to the shower stall and quickly added the removable
shower head. He wouldn't tell Linda. Let it be a surprise.

	When he was finished, Joe gathered up all his tools and
remaining hardware. He quickly disposed of the boxes and packing
materials. He looked at his hands. It was so strange. His
hands, even his wrists, were much smaller than they used to be.
It had been quite evident when he gripped the familiar tools.
The large wrench just seemed so much bigger and heavier. He
wasn't just turning female, though that was bad enough, he really
was becoming noticeably smaller and weaker.

	Placing the tool bag in his bedroom, Joe started to scratch
his intense itch, when he realized he needed to wash his hands
first. Going into his bathroom, he soaped up and thought about
what Karen had told him. She recommended he take a warm bath.
That seemed like a good idea. He went to the tub and started the
water running. He took some bath beads that Linda had provided
and put a handful into the warm water stream. Then he removed
his clothes.

	Pulling his underpants down, Joe carefully examined the
scrunched up maxi pad. He pulled it from the panties, folded it,
then dropped it into the waste basket. He flipped the panties
onto the counter. He'd need to figure out how he could "boil"
them to kill the yeast spores.

	Removing his shirt, his eyes were drawn to his chest. They
always were. He was getting used to the feeling, but every time
he saw himself it was still hard to accept what he looked like
now.

	Joe arched his back, making his pert, teenager-like chest,
still in the white cotton bra, stand out. He unsnapped the bra
and dropped in on the counter. Aahh... Those little pink
nipples, now hard as rocks, each pointed a slightly up and
outward were still changing and developing. He couldn't deny he
looked quite impressive, even to himself. It was hard to believe
that these cute little things simply sprouted from his own
muscular chest; that it had once been flat, with hardly even
noticeable nipples the size of nickels.

	Not anymore. Joe brought his right hand to his left breast.
Cupping it gently, he examined its shape, feeling the amazing
softness. It certainly felt like a real woman's breast. It was
real. He could touch it, any time he wanted to, and he could
feel it being touched. And just touching himself felt strangely
good, too. He used his left hand on his other breast and un-
ashamedly fondled his body, staring at himself in the mirror.

	The changes were still so new. He was becoming accustomed
to the new feelings, and, except for times like this, when
presented with the full effect of what happened, he was even
getting used to how he looked. But as he became familiar with
his new body, Joe was also discovering its new sensitivity. His
new sexuality WAS different, and he liked the difference.

	Joe moved his left hand to his crotch, pressing his fingers
tightly against short hair covering his changed genitalia. He
gently rubbed his aching clitoris with his index finger. It felt
so wonderfully good, so he began to move his fingers and hand,
learning instinctively, from the pleasant sensations, new mastur-
bation techniques. Joe involuntarily moved his hips against his
own hand until it seemed he would explode. His legs and buttocks
tensed rhythmically. Orgasm was a little different now. Al-
though he no could longer ejaculate, at least not like before,
the actual sensations of climax felt only a little different than
when his penis emitted sperm. That is, when he still had a penis
and sperm. No, this was different. The strange urge to have his
vagina filled was intense - unbelievable. He struggled to
overcome the urge to finger himself. When climax came again,
almost immediately, it felt great, but unlike the male sensa-
tions, there was hardly any waning of desire afterward. He still
needed and wanted more. Joe had already experienced multiple
orgasms with Linda, but this was the first time he caused it to
happen just with masturbation. The first time was slow, but the
next occurred almost immediately. His fingers and hand felt
better and better as they became covered with his own lubricating
secretions. He knew his new body could come till he was sore.

	Joe looked over at the tub and noticed it was almost half
full. He quit masturbating and stopped the fill. Time to get in
the water. The "glow" he felt seemed to override the itch
sensation, but he knew it was probably still there. He grabbed a
wash cloth from the towel rack and stepped into the water.

	The temperature was just right. Not too hot, but plenty
warm. Joe slowly lowered himself into the warm wetness until his
butt touched hard porcelain.

	Wonderful. The thin layer of suds made his skin feel so
slippery. Sheer ecstasy. Why hadn't he realized how great this
felt years ago? Did it take having a female body to appreciate
this? Joe doubted that. Was the obvious self indulgence of a
bubble bath just too much for the male ego? Did his liking it
now mean he no longer had a male ego?

	Joe spread soapy suds over his breasts. Then, with his bare
hand, he massaged his stiff nipples.

	If there is any male ego left, it sure was packaged differ-
ently now, he thought. Joe realized he was grinning so hard his
face was hurting.

	Trying to get serious again, Joe moved his right hand
between his legs and washed the still sensitive folds of skin
with bare fingers. The soapy water made his finger smooth as
silk and he closed his eyes as he ran it along and into the
cleft, feeling the thin skin between the clitoris and the tiny
bump of his urethra, just above the vaginal opening. Joe pressed
on it and felt a slight urge to urinate. He wondered what would
happen if he attempted to pee while sitting like this, holding
the skin folds open. Right now, his urinary opening was under
water. He didn't want to pee in the bath water, but he was
curious about the physics of his new anatomy.

	Pee sitting like this? What would happen if he stood up?
Could he do it standing without the pee running down his leg?
Could he still aim the stream? Would there even be a stream, or
would the flow still be more that heavy "flow" than the tight,
narrow, very "aimable" stream from his penis. As Joe became more
familiar with the changes, his natural "engineer's" curiosity was
returning.

	Joe quickly scrubbed down, eager to let the water out of the
tub. Since the original objective of all this was to stop the
intense vaginal itch, he washed his genitalia again. Then using
his toe, he flipped the handle, allowing the water to drain.
When the water was gone, Joe stood and rubbed his soapy skin,
relishing the soft feel. He always felt the need to rinse in the
shower after a tub bath. But first, he wanted to experiment.

	Joe looked down the front of his body. He looked at the
pert breasts, at the close cropped pubic hair. He looked lower,
between his legs and feet. Could he still pee standing up?
Would it just run down his legs like most guys thought? Would he
pee all over his own feet? Could he aim, or would the flow go
straight down, or maybe come out at an angle?

	It was his body, he really needed to know these things, he
decided.

	Joe moved his feet apart. Looking between them, he moved
them apart even more, until his feet were against the sides of
the tub. Surely I can keep from peeing on my own feet, Joe
thought to himself.

	He moved his hand to his crotch and spread the folds as far
apart as he could. It seemed his urinary opening was so far
back, if he let the flow start while bending forward slightly,
instinctively it seemed likely the flow would go back, behind
him. He stood as straight as he could, and pivoted his hips
forward. When everything seemed right, he relaxed enough to
allow the urine flow to start.

	The tightness of the resulting stream surprised him. It was
almost the same as from his penis. Perhaps a little stronger.

	Joe saw the flow was slightly forward of vertical. He moved
his pelvis, and observed that the stream moved with it. A little
hip movement went a long way. He found he had quite a bit of
control. He could also "aim" by manipulating the fingers that
spread his vaginal lips. As long as he exposed his urethra,
keeping the skin folds away from the stream, it was almost like
still having a penis. But his urinary opening was a little too
far down between his legs to use a regular urinal. Too bad. If
it was just a little bit further up, with a little practice, he
might even be able to pee wearing pants, using the fly. But like
this, the zipper would need to go way down, practically to his
anus.

	Nope. He was stuck having to pee like the girl he had
become. He'd just have to get used to it. Like Karen said, it
came with the gender.

	He turned the shower on, standing away from the spray until
the water warmed. When it felt comfortable, he let the spray hit
his body, shielding his sensitive breasts with his hands. Joe
had been surprised how much the shower spray stung when it hit
his breasts. Before he had his own, Joe had no idea just how
sensitive a woman's breasts could be.

	Joe adjusted the shower head, and when he did, he remembered
that he had just added the hand-held nozzle. Yeah... That's
right.

	He removed the handle from the bracket and sprayed himself,
getting all the soap off. Then it was time for a little fun.

	He aimed the spray at his crotch, knowing that the warm
spray would tickle his clitoris. It did, and it felt delicious.
Joe wondered if the guy who thought of this thing realized how it
would feel. Probably not. He was probably a man, and a guy
wouldn't believe the way this felt for a woman.

	But Joe knew. He knew what it felt like because now he had
a woman's genitalia. He had really become a woman. Or was he
just a girl? He looked more like a girl. A mature, teenage girl
maybe, but not exactly a woman. He was just a thirty-year-old,
teenage girl. It was kind of neat to be a girl, too.

	It was impossible not to derive pleasure from the sensuous
changes he had undergone. Joe missed being male, but the joys of
womanhood, or girlhood maybe, were pretty powerful too. He
certainly wasn't as big or as strong as he used to be, but his
new feminine sensitivity was a reasonable tradeoff. His new soft
breasts were reasonable compensation for the loss of wide muscu-
lar shoulders. And this... He moved the spray wand around his
crotch... This was at least as good as a penis.

	Then why did he still miss being a guy so much?

	Joe quickly finished in the shower and dried with a large
bath towel.

	The itch was already returning.

			      Chapter 37

	Joe quickly drove to work, hoping Dr. Krell would already be
there. He couldn't wait to submit himself to yet another dreaded
physical exam so that he could seek relief from the intensely
irritating itch that was bothering him since yesterday.

Entering the parking lot, Joe parked in his spot and went
inside. He wore a dark blue denim shirt-dress, and it was actually
a bit warm for Phoenix weather. He purchased the dress during the
trip to St. Paul, and he liked it. He really felt a little strange
wearing a dress to work, but by doing so, and wearing as little as
possible underneath, he felt he was attempting to follow Karen's
recommendation for loose clothing. In addition, it did serve to
make him feel more feminine, too. He found that to be fun, in a
weird sort of way. No one knew that under the long, denim skirt he
wore only a silky half slip and light blue, cotton, bikini panties,
those protected from the messy medication by an undetectable
Carefree Panty Shield. He had left the dreaded pantyhose at home.
Though he did like the wonderfully silky feel of his legs when he
wore them, they were just too hot and inconvenient. He wasn't
wearing regular nylon stockings either, just white sweat socks with
a tiny light blue stripe along the folded over tops. The look
might not be fashionable, but it sure was comfortable. Instead of
heels this morning, Joe chose instead the comfortable, familiar
Reeboks. He had consulted Linda, and she agreed his selection
wouldn't look all that out of place.

Joe was glad Linda stuck around to help him. When he informed
her of this latest malady, she tried her best to suppress a laugh.

Could it have possibly been more bizarre? This guy, her guy,
only last week had been a fairly typical, somewhat chauvinist male,
who often argued that women generally complained too much, and how
they actually had it pretty easy. Now, there he was, in a little
blue terry romper, amazingly firm, braless breasts bouncing with
his every movement, complaining of an intense genital itch. Short
hair was about all that actually remained of his former masculine
appearance. And Joe tried his best to conceal that with a more
feminine sort of "page-boy" cut.

Actually Linda was quite impressed by how well Joe seemed to
adapt to his unusual predicament. It was evident he was often
embarrassed, usually self-conscious, and sometimes he just didn't
know how to act in the new role in which he found himself. But
throughout it all, he never complained. She saw him depressed, and
even in tears a few times, as hormones played with his brain and
emotions, but even then, he didn't really gripe. He seemed to face
each day as a personal challenge, and tackled each new problem with
a very open mind and a strong sense of humor. She decided that Joe
accepted looking female much better than she would, if she woke up
one morning, finding herself inside a masculinized body.

Not that Joe found everything about the situation unpleasant.
It was clear he often enjoyed the new characteristics his body had
acquired. Surprisingly, he actually seemed to like wearing
feminine clothes. He even liked lingerie. And with an unbeliev-
ably young looking, sexy, totally female physique, he looked very
attractive in them, too.

Of the two, Joe, as a woman, was easily the better looking.
Not that Linda was in any way unattractive... but as the strange
change continued to work its magic, Joe seemed to get younger
looking, and even prettier. Now, it seemed he didn't appear a day
over eighteen, and when the two of them were together, Joe looked
more like Linda's younger sister, easily ten years her junior, even
though he was really a few months older.

As young as Joe now looked, his taste in clothing, at least
his outerwear, was still easily that of a thirty or maybe even
forty year old. He was quite conservative, at least compared to
Linda, but that was probably because he was trying to adjust to his
new shape as well as find the best way to conceal it.

His conservatism didn't extend to underclothes, however.
Linda was actually amazed at some of the things Joe bought for
himself. Though he did buy some plain cotton underpants, he seemed
to prefer silky, colorful nylon panties, briefer the better. He
wasn't much into lace or frilly things. He especially liked
wearing this unbelievably tiny, black, thong bikini, with a
matching bra that really emphasized that firm bust. Linda knew Joe
had always enjoyed it whenever she wore clothes like that, at least
when he knew, but she just didn't like the way those thongs made
her hips look. But Joe certainly didn't have that problem, and
apparently liked them enough to put up with the uncomfortable
"string-in-the-butt" feeling.

Last night however, Joe was obviously in misery. When Linda
came home, he was sitting in the TV room, wearing only a terrycloth
romper, and as soon as he could bring it up, he started talking
about yeast infections. He asked if she had ever experienced one.

It was not a subject they had even discussed before. At
first, she didn't comprehend what he was getting at, but it soon
became evident that he was methodically interrogating her to find
out how much first hand knowledge she had about the malady. It was
so like him. When Joe encountered difficulty of any kind, he
always studied the problem tirelessly, soon becoming expert on the
subject. This latest problem apparently was no different.

Linda carefully admitted that, yes, she had experienced a
yeast infection before, though not recently. He then inquired how
she got it. She said she wasn't sure about that. Then he asked
her what she did to make it go away, and how long it took. As he
described the symptoms, she decided he must have been reading one
of her magazines. But before long, it came out that the symptoms
he described were his own. The discharge, the burn with urination,
and the incessant itching. Yeah, she knew what that felt like.
She easily sympathized with him.

Linda was about to offer a fresh tube of Gynolotramine, but
when Joe said Karen told him he would need to see Dr. Krell in the
morning, she decided to not mention she had it. If Joe knew that
was in her medicine cabinet, he would probably try self medication.
If there was something else wrong, it would be better to wait till
morning. Besides, she thought he looked kind of cute, rubbing his
smooth, hairless legs together, secretly scratching his pubic area
when he figured she wasn't looking. But she understood... the
burning itch was indeed miserable.

They spent a quiet, platonic, evening together watching
television, Joe excusing himself and going to bed early. He was
plainly in no mood for company, so Linda slept alone once again.

The next morning, Joe dressed, but spoke very little. Linda
had wanted to ask about the new shower fixture in her bath, but
forgot. When he came into her room once, it was to ask her opinion
of his choice of clothes. He was obviously trying to dress
lightly, but his choice of shoes... Those Reeboks seemed just a
little too casual for her, but she decided that it would be OK for
him. Linda knew Joe really didn't like women's footwear all that
much, and she didn't blame him... she didn't either. She told him
he looked acceptable in a plain, but quite sophisticated, faded
blue cotton shirt-dress. Of course, it did seem that Joe looked
acceptable in about every thing he wore now. Joe had bought the
dress while he and Jay were in Minnesota, and it had been another
surprise to her. Joe seemed to suddenly acquire amazingly good
fashion taste, as well as an excellent color sense. Sure, the
Reeboks would do for work, she told him. Joe seemed pleased, and
left for work after downing a glass of orange juice and a slice of
toast with grape jelly.

When he arrived at work, Joe entered the main building and
then went immediately to the Avionics Lab. As he hoped, Dr. Krell
was already there. He was sitting at a desk, writing on a pad.
There was only one other person in the room, and that male lab
assistant was over by the primates, feeding them.

Joe walked over to the little doctor, who glanced up as he
arrived.

"Good morning, Joe," Dr. Krell said cheerfully. "You're here
kind of early are you not?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." Joe said. "I wanted to talk to you,
doc."

"What's the matter Joe?"

"I... I got a new problem, doc," Joe stammered. "Karen said
I should see you."

"Yes? What can I help you with?"

"Well, I... aahh, yesterday, in the afternoon, I noticed
that... aahh, when I had to pee... urinate... it really burned there.
And then afterward, and ever since... Man, I... it really itches.
Bad. And I have this... this... discharge. It's white and sort of
creamy looking. Karen thinks it's a yeast infection."

Dr. Krell looked at Joe and smiled. "Yes. It does sound like
it might be that. We'll need go over to the clinic. I better take
a look at you."

"Yeah, it seems like everybody wants to do that these days."

"It's the only way we can help," Dr. Krell said apologetical-
ly.

"When do you want to go over there?"

"My, you are anxious, aren't you?"

"God doc, you should feel this. It's driving me absolutely
nuts."

"It looks like the cage would give me that chance, assuming I
would want such an opportunity," Dr. Krell joked.

Joe looked at the little man and smiled. This wasn't funny.
"Try it, you might like it," he teased seductively.

"Yes, but I hear it itches a lot," the doctor added, with a
sly grin.

"Yeah. It really does."

Dr. Krell slowly rose from the seat. "Well, would you like to
ride with me, or may I ride with you?"

"We can take my car," Joe said, turning to follow the little
man out the door. He wanted to get this over with as soon as
possible.

They drove to Dr. Krell's office near Hillcrest Hospital.
When they arrived, Dr. Krell advised him to park in his private
space. They entered the back entrance, and were the only persons
there. Dr. Krell's office staff wouldn't arrive for another hour.

Dr. Krell opened one of the examining rooms and motioned Joe
inside. "Please remove your skirt and underwear, then lie on the
table. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said, falling into his
more familiar doctor-patient manner. He left the room and closed
the door.

The shirtdress was one-piece, so Joe reluctantly decided he
had to remove the whole garment. He stood there in bra and panties
for a moment, then slid the undies down and stepped out of them.
Leaving the sweat socks on, Joe hopped up on the table, then waited
for Dr. Krell to return before he "assumed the position".

When the doctor returned, Joe grudgingly lay back on the
examining table. The gynecological examination position was hardly
the most dignified, and this was the first time he wasn't automati-
cally given a sheet for a drape. But, at least, this way he could
actually watch Dr. Krell as he worked.

Dr. Krell put on surgical gloves, then held a small plastic
speculum to warm it.

"You really have to use that thing again?" Joe asked.

"I'm afraid so, Joe. You'll just have to get accustomed to
it."

The examination only took a moment. Dr. Krell removed the
gloves, and spoke. "You can get dressed again, and then come out
to my desk."

Joe quickly dressed and rejoined Dr. Krell.

Dr. Krell was preparing a prescription when he arrived.

Joe saw his medical records open on the desk. Dr. Krell had
entered "Acute Vaginitis" next to today's date.

"It certainly looks like Candida Albicans," Dr. Krell said.
"Just an overabundance of the normal flora of the vagina. Of
course, there are a number of over-the-counter products that would
work just fine. I think you'll find this works even better. Just
follow these instructions. Use the entire prescription, even if
the symptoms happen to subside before it's gone. Use it all. And
some of this topical ointment will help reduce the existing
irritation. It'll probably feel a lot better," he smiled as he
handed Joe a small tube of Benadryl.

"Thanks, doc." Joe said, taking the medication and the
prescription.

"One other thing. Have you... Joe, could it be that you have
recently become... er... sexually active... with a normal male,
perhaps?"

"Well, I aahh... Why do you ask?"

"It really is none of my business, I know, but each of you
guys are very special, and I would like to be kept in the loop, if
I can. You really don't have to tell me anything, you know," Dr.
Krell explained, displaying uncharacteristic embarrassment.

"Yeah, I know." Joe admitted. "You're going out of your way
to help us, I know it, and I appreciate it, I really do."

"Have you become sexually active?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I have." Joe admitted. "How did you know? Is
there a problem with that?"

"Absolutely no problem," Dr. Krell said. "In fact, it might
not be a bad idea, if it makes you feel more comfortable with what
has happened. But you must be sure to use adequate protection if
you decide to copulate with a male. Just don't forget what I told
you. I would hope our research wouldn't be complicated by a
pregnancy. Not yet, anyway." He looked at Joe and smiled.

"How did you know?

"As I'm sure you know, you had a quite intact hymen when I
first examined you. Now you do not. I was very careful to
maintain integrity, but either you, or maybe someone else, was
apparently not so careful." He grinned wider.

Joe just smiled and said nothing.

"Well, did you find sex to be satisfying?"

"Yes, I guess I did." Joe answered. "It really was. Did I
get this from doing it?"

"Oh, there's no real way to know that," Dr. Krell answered.
"It could, or it might just be due to the extra irritation of the
new vaginal walls. Perhaps you might ask your partner." He
smiled.

"That's a lot harder than you think." Joe said. "I don't know
how I could even bring the subject up."

"Joe, I've been dealing with gender dysphoric patients for
almost twenty years now." Dr. Krell leaned back in his swivel
chair as he spoke. "I must have worked with two hundred
male-to-female individuals. I guess almost a third to one-half of
them eventually went on to seek surgery. Most of those are now
living relatively normal lives as women. After a few years, it's
difficult even for me to remember that most of them once possessed
male genitalia."

He put the tips of his fingers together in front of his face.
"But I must tell you, I've never seen anyone who seemed to adjust
to her new life so quickly and easily. By any chance, did you ever
consider gender counseling before this happened to you?"

Joe looked at the little man. What was he saying... Was Dr.
Krell telling him that he suspected he might have been a closet
transsexual? No way.

"Gender counseling?" Joe repeated. "You think I may have
WANTED to be like this? Even before it happened to me? Come on,
doc."

"It really isn't so far fetched, you know," Dr. Krell
explained. "I personally suspect that two to five percent of the
population may have problems in this area."

"Five percent of the world would actually prefer to be the
opposite sex?" Joe said incredulously.

"At times, perhaps. I've seen more variations on this than
you might expect. Don't tell me you never considered what it would
be like to become the opposite sex, at least sometime in your
life?"

"Sure, I did. I would guess about everybody does that. But
just wondering what it might be like is a far cry from wanting to
alter your body surgically. You have to admit that."

"True. True," Dr. Krell agreed. "But if you could try it...
change for a definite length of time, and then change back...
Almost anyone would probably like to try that. Surely it would
certainly change the relationship between the sexes... If you could
selectively become whichever gender you wished, any time you
wanted."

"You're talking about the cage, aren't you?" Joe was
surprised at how easily Dr. Krell spoke of people changing gender
at will. He knew, from personal experience, there was a lot more
to it than just deciding which closet to get your clothes from, or
which bathroom to use."

"Exactly." Dr. Krell admitted. "I see the Cage as the
ultimate answer to gender dysphoria."

"As long as you're a guy who want's to look like a girl," Joe
interjected. "A young looking girl, at that."

"It's only a matter of time," Dr. Krell continued. "I'm sure
we'll eventually break the entire genetic code. And when we do
that, we can fix all sorts of problems, and probably prevent or
even reverse aging too, as an added benefit.

"How long will this go on? Will I just continue getting
younger and younger looking, until I'm an infant?"

"Well, I certainly can't know for sure. We still don't know
exactly what's happening. But I really doubt that you'll regress
to an infant any time soon," Dr. Krell laughed.

"Why not?" Joe wondered.

"Look at what has happened till now," Dr. Krell explained.
"Sure, each one of you has experienced some reduction in the
natural aging process. But remember, you haven't actually become
younger... You're a mature adult, albeit, a rather young looking
mature adult. I anticipate you will continue to maintain a
post-puberty physical appearance."

"Well, that's a relief, I guess. But what do you base that
opinion on?"

"Of course, you know we've been closely monitoring your blood
makeup. Since the genetic changes occurred, your hormone levels
have changed. When I first examined you, your blood had testoster-
one levels identical to those of a typical male. As I'm sure you
are quite aware, they've been dropping ever since, and only now
have they started to level off. Of course, there is wide variance,
even among "normal" males and females, but now, your present
testosterone-estrogen ratio is within the typical range for genetic
females. An adult woman, not an immature adolescent. I think it's
quite unlikely your appearance will ever become adolescent. Don't
worry. You'll probably be keeping that sexy figure... for the
immediate future anyway," he grinned, as he ran his eyes down Joe's
curves.

Until that moment, Joe had no reason to suspect that Dr. Krell
had even noticed his new shape. Joe tended to think of Dr. Krell
only as a doctor, not as a "man".

"The changes have stabilized, then?" Joe asked, feeling
embarrassment warm his face.

"Well, perhaps not quite stabilized. Not yet. But close."
Dr. Krell answered sympathetically. "Very close. Did you happen
to notice any regression overnight?"

Joe thought about it. He really hadn't noticed much change
since the day before. It was the first time there was little or no
change in that length of time. But his breasts, they often felt
sensitive, even somewhat painful, especially in the morning... Now
he could feel them... the nipples actually... they made every step a
jolt. Was this the way it should feel?

Maybe he really was stabilizing. Could it be he would soon be
able to get on with his life? And learn to adjust to being, or at
least, looking like a teenage girl. He realized that he no longer
continuously yearned for his male appearance to return. Sure, he
missed his masculinity, but as he gradually became accustomed to
his still changing body, he found he was missing maleness less and
less.

"Joe?" Dr. Krell broke him away from his thoughts.

"Oh... No. No, I don't think there were any changes last
night," Joe stammered. "At least not that I could tell."

"Well, No one can tell better than you, I think," Dr. Krell
smiled.

"I think everything is the same as yesterday."

"Good. That's good." Dr. Krell said. "I guess we can go back
to the Honeybone Lab now."

"Yeah. Yeah. OK. Aahh, doc?"

"Yes, Joe?" Dr. Krell looked at Joe. He could tell something
else was troubling him.

"Doc, I... my boobs... I know they're probably going to hurt a
little as they develop... they said that in San Diego... But the
last couple of days... This morning especially... " Joe didn't know
how to voice his concerns.

"Are your breasts causing discomfort?"

Discomfort? What would you think? How would you describe the
feeling of embarrassment of suddenly, virtually overnight,
developing a chest as voluptuous as your fiance? But he knew what
the man meant. "Yeah. I guess they are. It's not too bad I
guess... But now they even hurt when I walk. Seems I can feel
every step I make."

Dr. Krell smiled knowingly. "Joe, your body is simply awash
with estrogens. Every time we perform another blood group,
testosterone levels are lower, and the estrogens higher. That's
causing your glands to make inordinate amounts of prolactin, the
chemical that generates and initiates changes in breast tissue, the
milk ducts, among other things. I'm afraid there's nothing we can
do right now but wait for everything to stabilize. But it seems
that everything is happening very quickly. I think eventually you
will become cyclic, and your prostaglandin E will work to level
everything off, just as a normal female. For now though, if it
hurts too much, take some ibuprofen, that's Advil, or Nuprin. I'm
told that running cold water over the breasts eases the discomfort
somewhat. Maybe try an alternating hot and cold shower. And get
yourself a good support brassier." He smiled at the look of
embarrassment on Joe's face when he mentioned the last item.

"Great." Joe said sarcastically. Now I'm even turning into
some kind of "earth mother," he thought to himself, gently rubbing
his tender left breast with an open palm.

As they went to the car, Dr. Krell locked his offices. It was
still about a half-hour till the staff would arrive. When they
reached Honeybone, Joe drove right to the guard gate.

"If I can drop you off here, I'm going to run to the pharma-
cy," Joe explained. "I want to get that prescription right away."
He grinned as he felt his face turned red with embarrassment.

"Yes. That's probably a good idea. Are you coming back to
the lab later?"

"Yeah, probably," Joe said, without commitment.

"Well, I'm sure that you can do as you like. If Jim asks,
I'll tell him you'll be away for a while."

"Thanks, doc."

The door closed and Joe drove out of the lot. He went
directly to the Med-Ex drug store and went inside. Handing the
prescription to the female pharmacist, Joe waited impatiently as
she went to retrieve the product.

When the young woman brought the small box containing the
tube, she placed it in a little sack and stapled it. Then she
stapled the bill to the sack. Joe took it to the check-out counter
and quickly paid for it.

He decided to drive to Linda's to apply the product. He found
the Benadryl lying on the seat and put it in the bag too. As he
drove, he reopened the bag and read the prescription and then the
instructions on the box.

The prescription ointment was meant to be inserted into the
vagina. Joe opened the box and examined the tube used place the
medication inside his body. As always, it seemed the applicator
was too large to insert. But he also accepted that his changed
genitalia was capable of amazing expansion. It was probably even
capable of passing a baby's head. He held the little tube up and
grinned. This thing could actually fit inside of him... He tensed
the muscles of his crotch, feeling the now familiar sensation from
the area where his testicles once had been. "You've come a long
way baby," he said aloud.

Joe put the applicator back inside the package and drove on.
When he reached Linda's he headed straight for his room. Linda was
already at work. Joe was glad. He didn't want company while he
experimented with the medication.

He decided to remove his dress and slip. In only underpants
and bra, he went into the bathroom. He removed everything from the
package and read over the instruction sheet very carefully. The
task was simple... He just needed to fill the applicator from the
tube, move his knees apart, carefully insert the applicator, and
push in the little stick that would empty the medication into his
vaginal canal.

His vaginal canal... Yeah. He looked at the simple line-art
drawing, a cutaway of the female pelvis. So, that was what he
really looked like now. No dangly penis hanging down. Not
anymore... Now he had this canal... This hole... Funny, it sure
didn't feel like a hole... But there it was, on the drawing,
starting at the little lips, little skin folds which felt like the
base of his penis, and just below his urethra, the vaginal "canal",
practically going all the way back to his tailbone. From the
picture, it almost looked like he was hollow.

Joe finished inserting the yeast infection medication into his
body and then took the tube of anti-itch cream and read the
instructions. As directed, he spread a small amount of the
slippery white salve on an index finger and carefully spread it
over his external vaginal area and then internally as far as he
could get with his finger. His lubricated finger created a
pleasant sensation, and then almost immediately he experienced
relief from the horrible itching. This was great stuff.

As the medication continued to take effect, Joe noticed the
sensation had changed to a slightly numbing feel. He stood erect
and observed himself in the bathroom mirror, then rubbed a hand
over his pubic area. The feeling there had become very strange.
He parted the short, soft pubic hair, feeling for his clitoris.
When he massaged the sensitive spot, Joe was surprised how it felt.
He had become used to the intense sensation in of little nub of
skin which had formerly been the tip of his penis. Right now it
had even less feeling than when it dangled between his legs.

His fingers went further down, tracing along the soft moist
slit of his genitalia. Besides causing things to feel strangely
numb, the medication also made everything quite messy down there.
He wondered if the stuff he just placed inside his vagina would
eventually run back out while he walked. That could be a real
mess. Joe retrieved his underpants from the counter and examined
the crotch. Then he pulled open a drawer under the counter and
found the box of panty liners. He took one from the box and peeled
the paper back strip, then carefully positioned the pad in the
proper location. He stepped into the panties and pulled them to
his hips. He absently rubbed his vulva through the blue cotton
fabric, again watching his reflection in the mirror.

Whenever he initially put on snug fitting underwear, the extra
sleekness of his changed body, the flatness of his crotch without
the male bulge, was most evident. Finally finding relief from the
terrible itch, Joe began to feel better about his situation. It
made him feel pleased with his feminine appearance too. The thin
pad wasn't even noticeable. Maybe five days or a week of this
wouldn't be so bad after all.

Joe left the bathroom and slipped the blue shirt-dress back
on. He deftly pulled the skirt around his growing hips and
buttoned it, all the while examining himself in the dresser mirror,
turning left and right to see his profile. The increasing
prominence of his pelvic bones really was quite evident, even with
the dress on.

But one thing was sure... Dr. Krell's prescription was working
wonders. He suddenly felt great. All symptoms were gone, if only
temporarily. He felt so good, he decided to go back to work.
Besides, if something was going to happen, he wanted to be around
when it did.

He found his little hand bag and checked inside. There were
two extra liners in there... probably plenty for the rest of the
day. He couldn't feel any uncomfortable wetness right now.

Joe walked to his car and drove to Honeybone.

Article 91142 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 38)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:08:04 GMT

			      Chapter 38

	When he arrived, Joe went straight to the lab. That was where
the action would be... if there was to be any today. Dr. Krell,
Jim Matheney, Mike/Michelle, and Tim were there.

	"Well, hello again," Jim said. "I didn't think you were
coming back today."

	"I'm ok," Joe answered. "Dr. Krell gave me some medication,
and I feel a lot better now."

	"What's the problem anyway?" Jim asked innocently.

	Joe looked at his boss. How did you talk about this with a
regular guy? "Well, it's kinda personal, Jim," Joe said, feeling
his face turning red.

	"Oh. Ok. I understand... " Jim answered, grinning widely, but
saying no more.

	The condescending look Jim unconsciously gave Joe was even
worse than if he had actually teased him. Joe was finding the
typical male attitude about problems distinctly "female" irritated
him a great deal. He realized that he had probably acted the same
way only last week, but that just didn't help very much. It was
still something about his new life he would have to adjust to.

	They were interrupted by the phone.

	Jim answered. "Avionics Lab. Matheney." He listened to the
person on the other end.

	"Ok. I'll have someone at the airport to meet him. Thanks.
Good bye, Melody." He spoke into the phone, and then hung up.

	Jim looked at everyone watching him. "Norm Peterson is on the
way." "Mr. Peterson is the President of Honeybone," he explained
for Dr. Krell's benefit.

	Joe remembered what Mr. Peterson had told him when they met in
St. Paul. He wondered what exactly the man would want to see. Of
course, it was becoming obvious that there might be significant
medical interest in the concepts they were attempting to verify.

	"When will he arrive?" Joe asked.

	"He took off about an hour and a half ago." Jim answered. "In
the Gulfstream. They should arrive at the hanger in less than an
hour."

	"What does he want?" Mike/Michelle asked.

	"I don't know." Jim replied. "But he probably wants to see
the Cage for himself."

	"He did say he might pay us a visit." Joe added.

	Jim's eyes met Joe's.

	"Joe, would you like to meet Mr. Peterson at the company
hanger?" Jim asked.

	"Sure. No problem." Joe replied. He didn't mind meeting
Peterson again.

	"Good." Jim said. "Be there in an hour. Take one of the
personnel vans, not your little hot rod." He grinned.

	"Yeah, Ok." Joe said. "He's really a pretty nice guy, you
know." He added with a grin.

	"I know." Jim teased. "You running with the big dogs now, Bates."

	Joe heard his name come over the intercom.

	"Joe Bates, call one-four-one-one. Joe Bates...
One-four-one-one."

	The operator was informing him that he had an outside-line phone
call.

	Joe went to the phone and dialed.

	"Joe Bates." He said.

	"Joe? Hi. This is Jay." The voice on the other end said.
"What are you doing after work?"

	"I don't know, Jay." Joe replied. "Right now, I have to pick
up Mr. Peterson in about an hour. I don't know what time I'll be
free."

	"Well, when ever you get away, how about giving me a call."
Jay asked. "I'd like to get together."

	"What did you have in mind?" Joe said, in a slightly seductive
tone. He didn't know why it came out that way.

	"What do I have in mind?" Jay repeated. "Nothing much... I
just wanted to talk. Is that all right?"

	The way things were now, he and Jay had trouble "just
talking". The two times they got together recently, they wound up
in bed... with each other.

	"Yeah. That would be fine." Joe agreed. "But just to talk
though. I'll give you a call when I get away from here."

	"Ok." Jay said. "I'll be at my house after four-thirty. Give
me a call there when you get off. I aahh... I'll see you this
evening."

	"Bye." Joe said curtly, hanging up.

	It was getting weird. He and Jay were friends for years.
College roommates, drinking buddies, flying buddies, fellow sports
car nuts... And now... Lovers... ? Is that what you call it? They
had been in bed together... twice. It had been quite spectacular
too. Jay had introduced Joe to experiencing sex as a female. Joe
discovered it really was quite intense. Jay seemed to enjoy doing
it with him too. The first time, they were both nervous, and Jay
had a little difficulty at first... but still... It was great, if
perhaps, for Joe a little too quick to end. The second time... Joe
found it even better, and they continued till his genitalia was
simply too sore to touch. Sex... in this new way... it seemed that
once he got going, his urge became insatiable.

	But that wouldn't happen tonight. Joe didn't want Jay to see
him wearing a panty liner. It was one thing to look female, to be
able to have sex with a male... With Jay. But somehow, the idea of
his buddy see him wearing feminine protection was different. Why?
Did he still have a latent trace of masculine pride? If not, what
made him feel this way? By now he was resigned to femininity... in
fact, he even liked it... usually, but he just wasn't ready to admit
to having "female problems". He subconsciously touched his pubic
area, as if needing to reconfirm his new physical characteristics.

	Joe went back to where Jim, Dr. Krell, Tim, and Mike/Michelle
were conversing at a desk.

	"As far as we can determine, this power level and modulation
would create the equivalent radiation inside the cage." Jim was
telling Dr. Krell.

	Jim looked at Joe as he spoke.

	"This is what we think would duplicate what happened to you
guys." Jim explained. "We've already tried it on the monkeys, and
nothing happens. As soon as Dr. Krell can arrange it, we're going
to try it on one of his patients."

	Joe looked at the paper. The transmitter power settings and
the modulation tapes were there. If they guessed right, this was
data that could change a man into a woman... like some kind of
strange, powerful, magic.

	Jim spoke. "Now, If we can just find the settings to change
you back... "

	Joe looked at his friend and smiled. As time went by, he
actually cared less and less about that.

	Joe left the lab and went to his desk. He kept checking his
watch, and soon it was time to leave for the airport. He went to
the big board where the van keys were hanging and took the set for
the large Ford passenger van.

	Joe went to the lot where the company vehicles were parked and
found the van. He unlocked the door and cranked the engine. With
his new, slightly smaller size, the big van seemed even bigger. He
reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror. Then he drove to the
airport.

	When he arrived at the Honeybone hanger, Joe went to the
planning room and found a seat. There were a few mechanics in
there, enjoying a break in the cool, air conditioned room. He made
small talk with the mechanics, who he had known for some time. One
of them he hadn't seen since the change, and the man was having
trouble concealing his curiosity over Joe's changed physical
appearance.

	"My God, Joe." The man, whose name was Bill Carstairs, finally
said. "I see it, but I can't believe what's happened to you."

	"Trust me Bill, it's me, and it did happen." Joe said simply,
smiling at the men, and sitting straighter, as if to emphasize his
new shape for them.

	"What's it feel like... I mean... you sure do look like a
woman... " Bill continued.

	Joe smiled again.

	"Yeah... I guess I do... And I guess maybe I feel like one
too... I don't know for sure actually. I just feel like me... more
or less." Joe explained.

	"Holy cow!" Bill said, more to himself. He was staring
directly at Joe's breasts, which was beginning to make Joe feel
self conscious.

	He could feel his nipples stiffen, and hoped the wouldn't show
through the bra and dress.

	"You look fantastic." Bill said finally. He was probably
trying to say something really complementary, but that was all that
came out.

	"Thanks Bill." Joe said. "And I realize this whole thing is
probably a little hard for you guys. It's hard for me, and the
others, too."

	"Yeah... I understand that Dave and Mike were changed too."
One of the other men, whose name was Tom Bennett, added.

	"That's true, and also one of the line boys from Thunder-
bird... You know, Tim?" Joe said.

	"And all you guy's look like you do now?" Bill asked incredulously.

	"Well... we've each been subjected to chromosomal changes, if
that's what you mean." Joe said.

	"I don't know about chromosomes... " Bill said. "But do you
all have... are you all women now?"

	"I don't know if we're REALLY women." Joe explained. "But I
guess we do look like women."

	"All over?" Tom asked.

	Joe looked at Tom and grinned slyly.

	"Yeah... All over." He arched his back slightly, making his
new breasts more noticeable. "And it's been kind of interesting so
far, too."

	"Aahh... I... aahh... how about your... aahh." Tom stammered.

	"That too." Joe answered, adding a sexy wink to the big grin.

	"Damn." Tom exclaimed. "And our test gear did this? What are
you going to do now?"

	"I'm not sure yet." Joe answered. "Right now, I'm trying to
get used to wearing different clothes... my old stuff just don't
fit... and a whole lot of other things. It really hasn't been all
that bad so far, actually."

	"Yeah, but... you can't have sex anymore... " Tom said,
thinking out loud.

	"Well... That isn't exactly true." Joe corrected. "It's just
a whole lot different now, that's all."

	Tom looked at Joe carefully, grinned like a cat, and shook his
head.

	"You do look fantastic, Joe." Bill repeated. "Absolutely
fantastic. Like a young, beautiful... a teenager."

	Joe couldn't resist teasing them.

	"You should see me in the shower, Bill." Joe said, winking,
and shaking his chest a bit seductively.

	It was Bill's turn to be embarrassed, but he recovered quickly.

	"Any time, Joe." He said.

	The provocative conversation was interrupted by the wail of
two Rolls Royce jet engines. The Gulfstream III was screaming onto
the company ramp. Joe walked out and stood on the ramp, fingers in
his ears, and waited for the pilot to stop the engines. In a few
moments, the engines wound down, and the cabin door began to open.

	The copilot opened the door, looked at Joe, waved and grinned.
Joe didn't know the copilot, but the that didn't stop the young man
from flirting with a pretty girl. Feeling extremely self con-
scious, Joe smiled back and waved.

	Soon Norm Peterson appeared at the door.

	He recognized Joe immediately. He waved and began walking
down the steps. When he reached the bottom, Joe was standing
there, and he shook hands with the older man.

	"Hi Joe." Mr. Peterson said. "Glad to see you again. You are
certainly looking well... well indeed."

	Joe looked at the man, wondering what he meant by the
flirtatious remark. It just didn't seem like something he would
say.

	Hello, Mr. Peterson." Joe responded. "Glad you stopped by."

	"Is the Faraday Cage set up yet?" Peterson asked.

	"Yes. Yes it is." Joe answered. "We've been experimenting
with monkeys. But no positive results yet."

	"Really? Peterson said. "You haven't been able to duplicate
what happened?"

	"Not yet." Joe said. "But now we've got some numbers broken
out, and Dr. Krell wants to try them on one of his gender
patients."

	"Try the cage on live humans?" Norm Peterson asked. "Isn't
that a little risky?"

	"Apparently, Dr. Krell has concluded that the risk to life is
minimal, and the subject is going to subject himself to surgery in
any case." Joe explained.

	"And this person... this gender patient... you expect him...
er... her, to end up just like you?" Peterson asked.

	"If the Cage causes the same genetic, or chromosome changes,
I think it'll happen." Joe said. "It would just be a matter of
time."

	"Really." Peterson said. "I'd like to see this thing in action."

	"I've got a van here, shall we go?" Joe said, as he went to
take Mr. Peterson's bags.

	"Joe. You don't have to carry those bags." Norm Peterson
said. "I can get them Ok."

	Joe was glad Peterson said that. He could have carried one of
the bags easily, but there was no way that he could have carried
them both, the way the man did. He just didn't possess that kind
of muscle anymore.

	They drove to Honeybone, and went inside. Joe lead Mr.
Peterson directly to Avionics Lab.

	They went through the double doors.

	"Here it is... the Cage." Joe said somewhat sarcastically.

	He couldn't understand why Mr. Peterson was so enamored by
this new hardware.

	Joe then introduced Mr. Peterson to Dr. Krell, to Jim
Matheney, who he had met once before, though he didn't seem to
remember, and then Mike/Michelle and Tim.

	He seemed to be very interested in both of the other two
"changelings", saying he'd like to talk to each of them individual-
ly.

	Then, he walked over to the Cage, and looked it over.

	Jim Matheney spoke.

	"There's really nothing special about the radiation cage." Jim
explained. "But the two GPS transmitters, and the power settings,
they can cause the strange phenomena... At least we think so."

	"Yes... Interesting... " Mr. Peterson looked over each item
carefully.

	"This program tape can modulate the carrier to create the same
signal that caused the strange problem." Jim continued.

	Mr. Peterson looked at Dr. Krell.

	"When do you intend to try this with a human volunteer?" He asked.

	Dr. Krell looked at Peterson, and then at the cage.

	"I am selecting two possible candidates." Dr. Krell answered.
"From these two, I hope to make the final choice. In fact, I have
about twenty volunteers."

	Norm Peterson listened with great interest to what the little
doctor said.

	When he finished speaking, he turned to Joe.

	"Joe, can you drive me to the hotel?" He asked.

	"Sure." Joe said. "I'll take you wherever you want to go."

	"Very well." Peterson said. "Let's get going then. "I'll
want to talk with all of you some more. I'll be back."

	He quickly walked out of the laboratory, with Joe following
behind. As he practically ran to keep up with the older man, Joe
was glad he wasn't wearing heels. He wouldn't have been able to
keep up.

	When they reached the van and climbed aboard, Norm Peterson
looked over at Joe.

	"Joe, when we get to the hotel, I'd like you to come with me
to the room. I'd like to speak to you in private." He said.

	Joe wondered what the man wanted to say to him that was so secret.

	"Aahh... Ok, that's fine." Joe said finally, the confusion
evident in his voice.

	They drove to the Hilton and Mr. Peterson checked in. He and
Joe followed the bellman to the room. Joe began feeling very
nervous and apprehensive about being alone in the room with the
man.

	When the bellman placed the bags in the room, he smiled at
Joe, Mr. Peterson tipped him and he left, closing the door.

	Mr. Peterson went to the little bar and fixed a drink.

	"What would you like, Joe?" He asked.

	"Oh... Nothing for me, thanks." Joe responded.

	Peterson went to the table and sat down.

	"Joe, pull up a chair." Peterson said. "I'd like to talk a bit."

	"Joe... You've been like this for... what... eight days now?" He
asked.

	Joe looked at the man. What was he getting at?

	"That's right." Joe answered. "I woke up like this last
Friday. I've continued to change since then, but not a lot."

	"Does it hurt at all? Are you in any pain?" Peterson questioned.

	"No... not at all. There's no pain... in fact, I think I feel
normal... more or less." Joe said.

	"So it doesn't hurt then... Do you like it?"

	Joe looked in the man's eyes.

	"Do I like it?" He repeated. "Just what do you mean... Do I like
it?"

	"You seem to have acquired all the physical attributes of a
female... you've become a beautiful woman. Is it fun?" Peterson
asked.

	"Fun... well, I don't know about fun... It is
interesting... that's for sure." Joe said, not sure why the man was
asking these questions, and wondering if his answers were what he
wanted to hear. They were true.

	"Joe, they let me see the report of the physical you took in
St. Paul." Peterson continued. "I've read it... I see that
you... you are... er... shall we say, anatomically correct... for a
mature female."

	"Yes... I suppose that is correct." Joe agreed, speaking very
carefully.

	"You have developed breasts... and your genitalia... your body
has transitioned from normal male... to apparently normal female.
Is that also correct?" Peterson interrogated.

	Joe was becoming embarrassed. The man already knew all these
things.

	"That is correct." Joe conceded.

	"Do you have female feelings?" Peterson continued.

	"Female feelings" Joe repeated. "What are you asking... do I
like men, you mean?"

	"Well... yes... that's part of it, I guess." Peterson answered.

	"Mr. Peterson, I guess I've become about as physically female
as I can possibly get." Joe said what he thought. "Maybe, even my
brain has changed... I suspect it has, and I guess the idea of being
around guys has begun to take on a different meaning. But I still
have thirty years of memories. Male memories. Memories of being
intimate with women... girls. I still like women too, if that's
what you're asking." Joe smiled.

	"And men?" Peterson asked. "How about men?"

	Joe smiled wider.

	"I'm still trying to figure out what I should think about
that." Joe said.

	"You don't have any new, different desires?" Peterson asked.
It wasn't like he was asking for prurient reasons. He really
wanted to know.

	"Yeah. Maybe I do." Joe finally admitted. "I'm just trying
to figure them out."

	"You're beautiful. Do you know that?" Peterson said suddenly.
"You are extremely attractive."

	"Thanks... I guess." Joe said. "Mr. Peterson... maybe we should
get back... "

	"Don't worry Joe." Peterson said. "I'm not trying to come-on
to you. I'm just telling you what I see. The whole sex-change
thing is absolutely amazing."

	"I agree." Joe said. "But it's kind of personal... Mr.
Peterson, and you're embarrassing me."

	"I'm sorry." The man said. "I don't want... I'm not trying to
embarrass you. Please understand... "

	Norm Peterson got up from the chair and walked across the
room. He was obviously trying to tell Joe something, and was
trying to find a way to get it out.

	"Joe." Peterson said, looking at Joe from across the room.
"Joe... I'm fifty-four years old. My wife died... from breast
cancer, four years ago. I loved that woman. I really did. When
she left... I... I had to review my own life... what I really
wanted... always wanted... "

	Tears were forming in the man's eyes.

	"For a long time... Way before Chelsea died, I knew something
was not right, something was wrong... different. Peterson contin-
ued. "I've had a pretty good life... I'm successful and I was good
husband... but I know something is wrong... "

	He sat on the bed, and looked at the floor.

	"Joe, I look at you, and I feel so very jealous." Peterson
finally said. "I want to be soft... to wear clothes like
that... Joe... Joe, I want to be... more than anything else I can
think of... I really want to try that damn cage. I want to be a
woman too."

	Joe looked at the man sitting on the bed. What was going on
here? What was Mr. Peterson saying? He wanted to try the Cage?
He wanted to volunteer?

	Peterson looked like he was going to burst into tears.

	"Mr. Peterson... Joe stammered. Mr. Peterson... have you
talked to anyone else about this?"

	"Who?" Norm Peterson asked. "Who could I talk to?"

	"Well... Dr. Krell for one." Joe suggested.

	"No." Peterson said. "I can't start some long term therapy
program."

	"Why not?" Joe asked. "He would certainly understand."

	"Yeah, he probably would." Peterson admitted. "But if it ever
got out... If anyone found out that Norm Peterson wanted... thought
he was really a woman... Joe, think about it... My career would
be history, as they say."


	"Mr. Peterson... If you spend five or ten minutes in that
Cage... and if it works like we think it might... take it from
me... people will notice." Joe said.

	"Yeah." Peterson agreed. "But then... it would be too
late... I'd be complete."

	"You really think so?" Joe asked. "You really think everyone
would just carry on as if nothing happened?"

	"Joe, I'm not stupid... I know there would be changes... lots of
them... I prefer to think that most of them would be improvements."
Peterson said.

	"Mr. Peterson... "

	"Damn it, Joe. Call me Norm." Peterson objected.

	Mr... Norm... Norm, Trust me, there would be a lot of
changes." Joe continued. "For me... I mean... look at me Norm... "

	"I have, Joe... and ever since I first saw you the other day,
I wanted to do this." Norm said. "Joe... you've got to help me."

	Joe looked at him.

	"What do you want me to do?" Joe asked.

	"Joe. You're an electrical engineer, are you not?" Norm asked.

	"That's right.

	"You know what has to be done to set the cage up to do it, don't
you?"

	"Yeah. I think I could figure it out.

	"Well then... Let's go in there... tonight... Let's try it."

	Joe stood up and looked at Norm real hard.

	"You want to go in, and try the cage, without the help of the
whole crew? Joe asked.

	"Can we do it?" Norm asked.

	"Yeah... Yeah, I think we COULD." Joe said. "But the question
is... SHOULD we."

	"Joe... Do you regret what happened to you?" Norm asked.

	Joe considered it a moment.

	"At first yeah, I did, but maybe I'm getting used to it." Joe
admitted.

	"That's what I thought." Norm said. "See, you didn't even
want to be changed, but after it happened, you were able to quickly
adapt to the situation... you even like it now, right."

	"Dave doesn't like what happened." Joe added.

	"What do you mean?" Norm asked.

	"Dave... Dave... he's very unhappy... Almost suicidal." Joe said.

	"Why?" Norm asked.

	"I guess because he's married, with children." Joe admitted.

	"Uh-huh. Married. I could see where that would make a
difference." Norm said. "But, I'm not."

	"And, so, you want to spend the rest of your life as a woman,
is that it?" Joe asked.

	"More than anything else I can think of." Norm said.

	Joe sat down at the table again.

	"There is going to be someone in the lab all night, I think." Joe
said.

	He was already thinking of ways to get access to the cage.

	"All night?" Norm repeated. "We can't figure out a way to get
everyone out for a half hour or so?"

	"I don't know... maybe we could." Joe considered.

	"How long do you think it would take?" Norm asked.

	"I'm not really sure." Joe mused. "But not much more than ten
minutes, I think."

	"What would happen to me then?" Norm asked.

	"Hmmm. I'm not sure exactly." Joe said. "At first, I don't
think there would be any change, but... within, oh... six or eight
hours... "

	"That quick?" Norm asked. "How does it feel while its happening?"

	"Well, I slept through it, but according to Tim, it did hurt
a little while it was taking place... sort of a very powerful itch."
Joe said, grinning at his explanation.

	"And then, after that, I'd be female?" Norm asked. ""Boobs...
I'd have boo... breasts, I'd get breasts. And a... vagina... I'd be
a woman then?"

	"All the way." Joe said. "Whether you liked it, or not."

	"But... You... you do like it, don't you?" Norm almost pleaded.

	Joe looked at the man, and smiled innocently.

	"I find it interesting, that's for sure." Joe admitted.

	"Then I'm going to do it." Norm decided. "What will I need?"

	"I don't know... Nothing, I guess." Joe considered.

	"What about clothes?" Norm asked. "I'd need some new clothes,
wouldn't I?"

	"Absolutely." Joe agreed. "But not until tomorrow. You won't
any idea what size you'll eventually be until you go through the
change."

	"How much did you change?" Norm asked logically.

	"I don't think you can use that as a guide." Joe explained.

	"Why not?" Norm asked.

	"Well, for one, there's no way to know what you'll look
like... what your new shape will be... after your chromosomes get
changed." Joe said.

	"What do you mean?" Norm asked.

	"I... aahh... Norm, do you have any sisters?"

	"Yes. One. She's sixty years old. Six years older than I am."

	Is she... I mean... What would you guess her measurements are?"

	"Holy Cow. I have no idea."

	"Does she have... large breasts?"

	Hmmm... I don't know, medium size, I guess.

	Is she heavy... overweight?"

	"Oh... maybe a little, but not really... she's not fat.

	"Do you want to look like her?"

	"Would I want to look like my older sister?"

	"Well, if you two share the same genetic background... Odds
are, you might."

	"But she's older... Wouldn't I look younger than I do now?"

	"Probably... We don't know what will happen there... If you do
this, you'll be the oldest person yet to try it. But still...
think of your sister twenty years ago, maybe more. That's my
guess. But still, you will eventually be an old woman, in any
case. There seems to be no way back."

	Norm sat on the bed and stared at the floor.

	"I'd look like my sister... " He mused.

	Joe broke in.

	"Not necessarily. But it is a possibility."

	Norm Peterson put his hand on his crotch, unashamedly fondling
his genitals through his trousers.

	"My sister... " He repeated.

	"Yeah. Or, maybe your mother... or your aunt." Joe corrected.

	"I don't care." Norm said finally. "I want to do it."

	"OK. I'll help you." Joe decided. "But only with one condition."

	"And that is?" Norm asked.

	"As soon as we run you through the Cage, we'll call Dr. Krell,
so he can help." Joe answered.

	"What if it doesn't work?" Norm countered.

	"What if it does?" Joe responded.

	Norm thought a minute.

	"Ok. It's a deal." He said.

	Norm sat on the bed, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
He sat up straight and turned sideways.

	"What are you doing?" Joe asked.

	"Nothing... Nothing... " Norm answered. "I'm just wondering
what it might be like to look different... like you do... "

	"Norm... I still do the same thing... look at myself... I do
it all the time." Joe said. "I still can't get used to the way I
look."

	"Fantastic." Norm exclaimed. "You look fantastic."

	"Remember, if you go through with this... you may look
female... You may even be female." Joe said. "But you will still
be the same person inside. That won't change."

	"It's just the outside I want to change." Norm said. "I like
the inside." He grinned.

	"You're a very handsome man, Norm." Joe said. "You just might
turn out to be an ugly broad." He teased.

	"Yeah... I might." Norm agreed. "But I bet I'd be a happy broad."

	Joe looked at Norm and grinned. It was plain the man had
thought this thing over for pretty carefully. He thought of the
gender patient he met in Dr. Krell's office in San Diego. Maybe
this gender disphoria thing was more prevalent than he ever
imagined. If the cage could do this to him, and yet, he wasn't
begging to be changed back, maybe it's exactly what these people,
people who feel like Norm, need. Maybe he would be better off as
a woman.

	"Mr. Peterson... Norm... " Joe asked. "When was the last time
you've made love?"

	Norm was surprised by the question. He just sat and looked at Joe.

	I... Aahh... Over four years ago." Norm admitted.

	"Did you enjoy it?" Joe asked.

	"It was with Chelsea surewe were good... very good, together."

	"Do you still like women?" Joe continued.

	"Do I like women?" Norm repeated. "Why do you ask that?"

	"Norm... if you go through this cage thing tonight, tomorrow,
your going to BE a woman." Joe reminded him. "There's no turning
back."

	"It's been a while." Norm acknowledged. "Maybe I will miss it
a little." He said, rubbing his hand over his penis bulge.

	"If you do become a woman." Joe told him. "You probably won't
miss that thing for sex. It is kind of handy in the can though."
He grinned.

	"That's another thing." Norm said. "The doctors say I've got
a slightly enlarged prostate. I've been having a bit of trouble
urinating."

	Joe held the grin.

	"Well... tomorrow, you won't even have a prostate." Joe reminded
him.

	"That'll be another improvement." Norm said. He seemed to
loosen up a little.

	Joe saw the smile beginning to form.

	"Norm. See this dress I have on?" Joe asked. "Do you know
why I'm wearing it today?"

	"No."

	"Did your wife... did Chelsea ever get a yeast infection?" Joe
asked.

	"A yeast infection... What is it, a venereal disease?" Norm
asked. "I don't think she did... I doubt it."

	"I don't think a yeast infection is a venereal disease... not
really... but it does seem like one, I guess." Joe continued. "It
is an infection of the genital tract... and I can tell you, it
itches... and burns like you can't believe."

	"You currently suffer from this, I take it." Norm said. He
was no doubt a quick learner.

	"That's right." Joe admitted. "I don't know how, but I got
it. I never had anything like it in thirty years, but I got it
now."

	"I don't understand, what does that have to do with the
dress?" Norm asked.

	"Under this dress, I have on nothing but underpants." Joe
said. "Dr. Krell said I should give myself... my genital area... as
much ventilation as possible."

	"I'm impressed, I guess." Norm said, still confused at what
Joe was trying to tell him.

	"The point is, I don't think you're going to find life any
simpler when you get out of the cage." Joe said, doing his best to
make his point.

	"I don't care if my life is simple, or not." Norm exclaimed.
"I just want to live what's left of it as a woman."

	"Ok. If that's what you want, I'll help you get it." Joe
promised.

	"You won't be sorry, Joe." Norm said.

	"I only hope you're not." Joe said.

	Joe stood up.

	"Norm, I'll meet you in the lobby at eight tonight." Joe said.
"Bring an overnight bag with your shave kit, or whatever... and
maybe some pajamas, too."

	"What do you have in mind?" Norm asked.

	"As soon as we've done it, I'm going to call Dr. Krell." Joe
said. "I'm pretty sure he'll want you to spend the night in the
hospital."

	"Should I bring men's, or women's pajamas?" Norm asked.

	"Bring whatever you want, as long as it fits." Joe advised.
"It may be the last time you ever wear it."

	Joe looked into the man's eyes.

	"I hope you like what happens to you." Joe said.

	"I'm a big boy, Joe." Norm said.

	"That might change, after tonight." Joe reminded him, grinning.

	Joe went to the door. He looked back at Norm Peterson, who
followed him to the door. He turned, and offered his hand. Norm
Peterson grasped Joe's small feminine hand in his own large hand.
Joe looked down, noticing the contrast.

	"Good Luck, Norm." He said.

	"I'll see you in a few hours, Joe." Norm said.

	Joe drove the van back to Honeybone. He went inside and found
that Dr. Krell and the others had left for the day. He looked at
the schedule to see who would be on duty tonight. He noticed that
man was already on duty.

	Joe looked for him, and found him sitting in the break room.
He sat down and began small talk.

	"How's it going Ralph?" Joe asked. He didn't know the man,
but he wanted to be friendly.

	The lab technician, Ralph Linker, was sipping coffee.

	"Hello, Miss Bates." Ralph said. He didn't know Joe, and had
never seen him when he was male. He knew what happened to Joe and
the others, but there was nothing about Joe's appearance to think
of him as male. So he naturally called him "miss".

	"Please, call me Joe." Joe said.

	"Ralph, I'll be here a little later tonight." Joe said. "Will
it be possible to get some time with the cage?"

	"Sure Joe." Ralph said. "What do you have to do? Dr. Krell
never said there would be anything happening tonight."

	"Oh, this isn't for Dr. Krell." Joe explained, hoping his
story made sense. "I'm planning a little experiment of my own."

	"Well, there's nothing going on tonight." Ralph told him.
"You can use it all night, if you want to."

	Great. This'll be a lot easier than I hoped. Joe thought.

	"Fine." Joe said. "I'll see you in a few hours, Ralph."

	Joe left Honeybone, and drove home. It was after four... Linda
was probably home. And he should call Jay too.

	As he pulled into the drive, Joe saw Linda's car there. He
went inside, and found her preparing for her aerobics class.

	"Hi Joe." She greeted him cheerfully. "Come on, get your
stuff, come along with me."

	Joe knew he should... Before the change, he had always
exercised regularly, at least three times a week. Racquetball,
basketball, and running. He considered what a women's aerobic
class would be like. Interesting... probably, but not like before.
He might as well get used to the idea... these were his peers.
Besides, it might be fun.

	Then he remembered his promise to Norm Peterson.

	"Sorry, Linda." He excused himself. "I'll need to go back to
Honeybone in a few hours. I don't have time... maybe the next time
though."

	"How's the little problem?" Linda asked.

	"Dr. Krell gave me a prescription for some stuff to put
inside... it really seems to work." Joe said.

	"I'm glad to hear it." Linda said. "But, at least now you get
to experience some of the hardships of womanhood."

	She smiled.

	"When do you have to be back at work?" Linda asked. "You have
a couple of hours, don't you?"

	Joe thought about it. It was not yet four-thirty, and he
didn't have to meet Norm till eight. He should give Jay a
call... but he did have a few hours, at least.

	"I don't have to be there till eight... I guess I do have a
little time." Joe admitted.

	"Come on then... get your things... let's go." Linda persist-
ed. "The next class is at five. You'll like it."

	Joe looked at Linda. The medication made him oblivious to the
miserable itch. He hoped it wouldn't return soon. Somewhat
reluctantly, he went to his room to gather up his exercise clothes.

	Joe found his new gym tote, and in it he placed his new
underpants, the Jog-bra, his blue leotard, and Capri pants. He
hoped it would be at least somewhat similar to what the other women
would have on.

	The "other women"... He thought about what he just thought...
That was the first time he EVER really thought about himself as one
of the "women". But why not? That was what he had become, there
could be no denying it.

	Joe looked over at the mirror. There was a teenage girl was
looking back, wearing a rather attractive blue shirtdress... her
hair was too short. But, she was kinda cute... Oh god... he was
calling himself "cute"... when would it stop. Would it ever stop?
He needed to wear something else to the health club, in any case.

	He went to the closet and looked at his clothes. Nothing
really suitable there. He went to the dresser, and opened the
drawer that held his new shorts. He picked a pair that was just as
blue as the dress he wore. In another drawer, he picked a little
white sleeveless top. Unbuttoning the dress, he removed it, and
stepped into the shorts.

	As he zipped and buttoned the shorts, which fit his form
rather snugly, Joe ran his hands over his buttocks, then moved to
the front. He felt his increasingly noticeable hip bones, the hard
bump of his pubic bone, and then went lower, to his clitoris.

	The numbness was leaving, but the itch had not yet returned.
Joe could feel the touch of his hand on his genital area through
his panties.

Article 91143 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 39)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:08:19 GMT

			      Chapter 39

	"You're still changing, aren't you." Linda exclaimed from
the slightly open bedroom door.

	The words startled Joe, who was standing before the mirror,
looking at himself, deep in thought.

	Joe looked at her and smiled meekly.

	"Yeah, I guess I am." He admitted. "Not much, I suppose,
but something is happening."

	"You simply look gorgeous. I can't believe how soft... how
young looking... how... absolutely feminine you've become." Linda
exclaimed, as she looked at her fiancee, standing before her,
embarrassment showing, feminine curves concealed only by little
white shorts and a bra.

	"It's really hard to accept this is really me... that these
things are mine." Joe said, gently cupping his breasts with his
hands.

	They were attached to his body... he could certainly feel
them when they were touched, but still, it was as if his still
growing breasts were not really a part of him... like these soft
bulges were actually part of a costume he wore. But there was no
zipper in this birthday suit.

	He moved his hands to his butt. He ran them up and down
along noticeably widening hips, wondering just when the changes
would finally stop.

	"Maybe it's a good thing you're going with me." Linda
exclaimed, a teasing inflection evident in her voice. It was
plain she too noticed the continuing change in that area.

	Joe looked at her and grinned.

	"I guess I am getting a little broader in the beam." He
conceded.

	It was so weird. To watch your body continue its transition
toward female, and know there is absolutely nothing you can do
about it. But the interesting thing was, he didn't really care
anymore. It was as if his will... his very being... everything he
was... was starting to accept what he had apparently already
physically become. A woman.

	Linda stood in the doorway and watched Joe as he examined
himself. They didn't speak. They was no need. The look on
Joe's face made it plain that he was becoming more and more
content with his acquired shape... his new gender. They could no
longer consider themselves man and woman. Until now, they both
sometimes ignored the physical, talking and teasing, as if Joe's
situation was just some temporary thing, like some kind of
complex costume.

	"Not bad for a girl, Bates. You really are a woman, I
guess." Linda said, finally breaking the long silence.

	"What does it mean... to be a woman?" Joe asked. "Is it
growing boobs? Is it having this?" He ran his right hand along
the sleekness of his crotch.

	"I don't know, Joe." Linda said. "But it sure looks like
you're beginning to enjoy it. Do you agree?"

	Joe looked into the mirror. He gently rubbed the silky,
nylon cups of the bra.

	"Do I like it?" He repeated. "It feels good. The
softness... the new sensitivity... It really feels good. Yeah.
I guess I am starting to like it. Is that so bad?"

	"No, it's not bad." Linda responded. "Maybe it's a good...
I mean... it doesn't look like they can change you back, so if you
have to be like that... if you have to stay feminine, it's
probably good if you can enjoy it."

	"Yeah, that's what I keep telling myself." Joe said. "But
it's a complicated thing... to see... to feel masculinity slip
away. I guess I can't explain it to you... but no matter how much
begin to like this... the way I am now... there is still a real... a
tremendous sense of loss."

	Linda looked at Joe. He looked so much like a teenager
standing there. A pretty, young woman. But his words, if not his
voice, were still those of the Joe Bates she knew.

	She put her arms out and went to him, taking him to her. He
was still taller than she was, but he was no longer the strong
muscular man she loved. Joe had become completely soft...
feminine... He even smelled feminine. Her hands brushed the
strap of the bra. Every physical aspect about him served to
remind her the person in her arms was no longer the man he had
been.

	Joe eagerly returned her embrace. When they stood close
together, his pert breasts came above Linda's, just below her
chin. Her face brushed the soft skin of his chest, and she felt
the warm hollow of cleavage. She looked up at him, and they
kissed. It was like always, and yet, so very different. They
could never again feel the same about each other. They were
still in love, but the powerful feeling of heterosexual
affection, and yes, lust, had almost vanished. They were
becoming more like best friends... sisters. Something good,
real... but not lovers. At least not at all like before.

	"You smell very good." Linda said, trying to hide the
awkward embarrassment.

	"Thanks." Joe said. "It's your cologne. I put some on this
morning. It holds up pretty well I guess."

	"We better get going, don't you think?" Linda continued.

	"Yeah, maybe so." He agreed.

	He grabbed the white top and deftly pulled it on.

	"Do I look Ok?" Joe questioned, holding his arms out. "Will
I fit in?"

	"Don't worry, Joe, you'll fit in." Linda advised. "If
there's any problem, it'll be cause the other women will be
jealous."

	Joe looked at Linda.

	"Do they all dress in the locker room?" He asked.

	"Are you hoping you'll get to see the others in the buff?"
Linda teased.

	"I don't care about that. Not anymore." Joe said
truthfully. "Maybe it's hard to believe, but I really don't find
that stuff exciting now, not usually anyway."

	"Yeah, but it can be a real ego boost." Linda mused. "Some
of the ladies make me feel pretty good about the way I look."

	"I'm still trying to get used to being like this, remember."
Joe said. "I have a lot of trouble thinking of myself as one of
the women. No matter what I happen to look like... or how they
look. Sometimes, I tend to forget that I'm one of you guys now."

	"Well, the other girls won't guess there's a guy in the
locker room, don't worry about that." Linda promised, smiling at
him.

	"Yeah... great." Joe said, very unenthusiastically.

	He finished gathering his things up, putting them in the
colorful gym tote. Since he'd be changing clothes there, Joe
wondered what else he might need. He considered the mini-pads.

	"Should I take some panti-liners?" Joe asked Linda, who was
still intently watching him pack.

	"I really don't know." She responded. "Think you need one?"

	"Well... I'm worried that some of that medication stuff is
going to run out. It sure felt like it might. But it hasn't so
far." Joe said.

	"If you haven't had a problem by now, I doubt you will."
Linda considered.

	"But what about when I start jumping around and stuff?" Joe
went on.

	"If it will make you feel better... more confident... then use
one." Linda advised.

	Joe went into the bathroom and grabbed a couple from the
box. He tossed them in with the leotard, then zipped up the
brightly colored bag. It was bigger, but a lot less embarrassing
to carry than a purse.

	"Ok. I'm ready." He exclaimed.

	"Let's get going then." Linda said, taking her bag and
walking briskly to the door.

	They went to the drive, and without asking, Linda went to
her car. This was another difference. Before, anytime they went
anywhere together, Joe drove. Linda didn't even ask. She always
rode along. It was different now. It was plain she was looking
at Joe differently, more like an equal... a peer.

	Joe rode along in silence, thinking about that, and
wondering what it would be like, participating in a women's
exercise class... as a woman.

	He'd know soon enough.

	Linda pulled into the half full parking lot, and they
climbed the stairs, side by side. Joe had to resist habitually
taking Linda's hand as they walked. That was something he could
never do anymore, not in public anyway.

	They showed their membership cards and went inside. It was
still strange for Joe to enter the "wrong" side of the familiar
place. The typical locker room smell greeted them when they went
inside. Well, not exactly the old locker room smell, Joe
thought. The women's side included a faint trace of perfume, or
something. Subtle, but very different than the musty sock odor
on other side of the hall.

	Not so subtle was the difference in appearance of the other
occupants of the room. No muscular, sweaty backs... no jock
straps... no hairy men. None.

	There was no way to describe this sight to a man. There
must be thirty women in here, Joe thought, and over half of them
well under thirty. A lot of them were under twenty. There were
all shapes... all sizes... but they were all women, that was
plainly evident. Joe had never seen so many bare breasts in one
place, at one time, ever before. Jay wouldn't believe it if he
told him.

	Such variety. It was like some kind of dream.
Women... naked women... all over the place. Large boobs... small
boobs... tiny boobs. He didn't know they could look so different,
so... such variety of shapes. All this female flesh, and not a
cock in the room... including in his own shorts.

	Joe instinctively felt himself... there had to be at least a
trace of embarrassing bulge there... he could detect a bit of
excitement stirring. But no... nothing. His new shape offered
nothing to the outside. Even his "erection" now felt different
than before, even since the change. After the last experience
with Jay, he now knew the subtle differences between the
sensations of his old genitalia, and the way he was now. That
little clitoris might still feel like a "hard-on", at least sort
of, but now he could also recognize the pleasant sensation of the
labia minora as they engorged with blood, spreading the new
vaginal opening, making it ready for penetration. At the same
time, there was the warm feeling of those lubricating secretions.
Thank heaven for the pad, Joe thought.

	Winding her way among the throng of dressing and undressing
women, Linda found a spot near a vacant locker, and claimed a
little bench as hers. There was enough space for Joe too, so he
put his bag on the bench along side hers.

	Linda opened the locker and started placing her stuff
inside. Joe chose an empty one a few spaces down and copied her
actions. Though he tried his best, it was completely impossible
for him resist the temptation to ogle the women and girls around
him. It was too ingrained a habit.

	It was just too different... too much. Joe had been in a
women's locker room before, in fact, this very one, but never
when there were so many... so many good looking women... girls.
Boobs and beavers... everywhere.

	"Joe... try to keep your eyes to yourself." Linda said
quietly. "You're staring at everybody."

	"I can't help it!" Joe hissed softly. "I've never been any
place quite like this before. Give me a break."

	Linda looked at him with a big grin showing.

	"Not as easy as you thought, huh?" She asked.

	"Easier now than it would have been two days ago." Joe
responded, his head swiveling to follow a rather well endowed
teenager as she bounced her way to the shower.

	"Well, try to keep your eyes from popping out, at least."
Linda said, obviously enjoying Joe's strange predicament.

	No one realized that the attractive young girl who seemed to
stare strangely at everyone... no one could have imagined that
inside that pretty head was the brain of a thirty year old guy,
his male urges heavily dulled by lack of testosterone, but still
retaining the memories, and the visions... All that still worked
the same.

	Joe slowly placed his things in his locker, but eventually
he had to undress. He didn't know why it bothered him since
there was no way for anyone to tell his secret, he had the best
disguise imaginable. But the thought of undressing in this
crowded place, with all these strangers... even if they were
women...

	He pulled his top over his head, and carefully hung it on a
hook in the locker. Then he reached down and unsnapped the bra,
then pulled it off his shoulders.

	There were little marks where the bra had pressed on his
body. Linda had them too. He hadn't noticed them on other women
before, but it must be normal.

	Joe sat and untied his Reeboks, then pulled them off. It
was time to remove the shorts.

	Slowly unbuttoning the shorts, he pulled them down, then
stood momentarily in his panties. He pulled them down, and
immediately noticed the panti-liner. What should he do with
that? He decided to leave it in the crotch until later, when
he'd have to wear them again.

	Completely naked, Joe fished around in his bag till he found
the sport panty, and quickly stepped into it. He was about to
pull it up, when he considered using protection. Should he put a
pad in right here? Among all these people? They'd probably
think he was menstruating. But what if they did. He probably
would anyway... eventually. He cautiously reached and felt
between his legs with his finger. It was moist there... but it
seemed clear, like it might just be from the excitement, not the
greasy medication.

	Joe decided to go without the pad. If it felt funny later,
he could excuse himself and put one on. Maybe it would be a bit
more private then, at least.

	He pulled the panty in place, enjoying the secure feeling
the snug fit of the garment provided. Rubbing his hands over his
butt, Joe relished the silky smoothness. Maybe he might look
female... he obviously did... but there was no way he could deny
pleasurable sensations. He moved his hand to the front, between
his legs. The fabric there was even softer satin like fabric,
and his totally feminine shape was becoming familiar, though it
still felt a little weird sometimes, not having a penis. Not
bad... but weird.

	The cool air and underlying sexual excitement made Joe's
nipples stiff and sensitive. He looked over at Linda, who was
also undressed. Her's were the same way. She wasn't paying any
attention, so it must be completely normal. Apparently it was
possible to get accustomed to the extra sensitivity a female body
provided. Maybe it would just take some time.

	Joe watched as Linda slipped her arms into a beige colored
support bra and deftly pulled it over her head and shoulders.
Just as Joe's, her own bra had no clasps or hooks, it had to be
pulled over the head. Joe put his head and arms in the proper
holes and adjusted his soft breasts into the cotton cups. The
supportive athletic bra actually pressed the breast tissue down
until it was mostly just a flattened bulge on his chest. When he
wore it, he hardly jiggled at all. He could still see the little
bumps of his hard nipples, but otherwise, it was almost like
being a guy again. He looked down and rubbed his sleek crotch.
Well... not exactly a guy.

	Here he was, in a room filled with beautiful women in
various stages of undress... and he was no different than they
were. Though he still felt many of the familiar stirrings, it
was now not just physically impossible to carry out most of
things that went through his thoughts, the very thoughts
themselves were changing rapidly.

	As these things went through his mind, Joe slipped on the
shape hugging exercise wear. The Capri pants, the leotard, and
then the little crop top. Although he felt his new femininity was
rather exposed, he was actually wearing a lot of clothes. But
even with shape subduing exercise bra, it was quite clear that he
was not a male. The stretchy clothes emphasized his narrowed
waist as well as his widening hips and rounded buttocks.

	Ready to go, Joe felt a little self conscious but generally
pleased with himself. He looked at Linda, who was also putting
her gym bag into the locker.

	She still looked good, there was no hiding that basic
attractiveness, even to Joe's changing mind. Joe couldn't see
how much older than he was she looked. Some in the room might
have even thought she could have been his very young looking
mother. But Joe didn't see that. She still looked the same. He
was the one who changed. The relationship between them was
changing, and had already changed a lot, but they were still best
friends.

	Linda saw Joe watching her and smiled.

	"Are you ready?" She asked.

	"Let's do it!" Joe said, with exaggerated enthusiasm. His
heart was pounding with the combination of excitement,
apprehension, and fear.

	Joe saw that Linda took a towel, so he too grabbed one from
the neat stack. He followed her out the door.

	The aerobics room was already filled with women, who were
spacing themselves in an orderly fashion on the floor. The
entire front wall of the room was mirrored, so everyone could
watch themselves as they followed the fit looking instructor.

	Joe looked around at the other women. He recognized some of
them from his many other visits to the health club. They were
probably the same women he had just seen dressing, but maybe it
was the different light, maybe just because there was no longer
the distraction of naked breasts, whatever, he hadn't recognized
them in the locker room. He wondered if any of them would
recognize him.

	That was highly unlikely. Even though his face was somewhat
similar to the way it used to be, no one would have dreamed that
the young shapely woman was formerly a thirty year old male. If
there was any recognition, no one gave a hint.

	Doing as the others, Joe placed his towel on the floor at
his side. He looked up as the instructor bent over to place a
tape into her boom box, her well-formed derriere catching his
eye. Directly in front of him was a young woman probably no more
than twenty years old. She too was very trim. To the others,
she probably seemed more Joe's age than Linda did, but to Joe she
was much younger. It was hard enough to think of himself as
female, much less twenty years old again.

	He was admiring the view of the young ladies backside, which
her purple leotard and white stirrup pants did little to conceal.
He was staring intently, examine the lines the leg elastic of her
panties made on her butt, when she suddenly turned around and
noticed him.

	"Hi. my name's Susan." She said, smiling. Unlike a man, she
didn't extend her hand along with the greeting.

	Joe was surprised at the innocent openness of the young
woman. She obviously didn't consider him a threat. Not that he
was.

	Joe held out his hand.

	"My name is Joe." He said, as the girl took his hand.

	"Joe? I've never seen you here before, have I, Joe?" Susan
asked, snickering slightly as she spoke his name.

	"No... No, I don't think so." Joe said. "I've never been to
the exercise class until today. I came along with my friend
Linda." He pointed to Linda, who was in the in the same row as
Susan, but two spots to the right.

	"Oh, yeah, I've seen Linda here lots of times." Susan said.
Do you live here in Phoenix?"

	"Yeah, I do. Joe said. I live at Linda's." He said
awkwardly.

	The music started. It was time to begin the stretching
exercises.

	"Well, I guess it's time to get to work." Susan said,
turning around.

	"Yeah, I guess so, Joe agreed."

	The exercise instructor raised her arms over her head.
Everyone in the room followed suit, and for the next five minutes
or so, they bent and stretched in harmony with the music. Joe
had never exercised to music before, but he had spent enough time
watching in the back of the room, while waiting for a racquetball
court, to know the procedure. At those times, he could never
have imagined that some day he'd be wearing a sexy leotard,
joining in with the OTHER women.

	Joe found that time went very quickly. The exercise itself
was quite exhilarating, and the scenery could not be faulted. As
he bounced up and down, dancing to the rhythm, he watched Susan's
buttocks, trying to remember if he had seen her in the locker
room. Joe began to feel like a dirty old man. But luckily, his
thoughts were invisible, and his body gave no trace of his
feelings.

	Soon the music slowed, signaling the start of the cool down
phase. All the exertion had caused sweat to show through Susan's
leotard, around her bra. Joe wondered if he looked the same way,
and since most of the others did too, he figured that was highly
likely. Women sweat too, he thought grinning to himself.

	Then the tape stopped, and the instructor said "Good work
ladies, I'll see you in a couple of days."

	Joe took his towel and wiped sweat from his forehead. Susan
turned and spoke again.

	"Do you go to school?" She asked.

	"Oh no." Joe answered instinctively to the unsuspected
question. "I work at Honeybone."

	"Really, what do you do there?" Susan asked innocently. She
was obviously trying to strike up a friendship with Joe, who she
probably considered to be about her own age.

	"I'm an Electrical Engineer." Joe blurted, almost
immediately realizing it might be hard to believe what he was
said.

	"An Electrical Engineer... rad!." Susan said. "You must be
really smart."

	Joe didn't know how to take the conversation. He wasn't
used to carrying on an extended communication with a young woman
who didn't know about his experience.

	"No, I just find the work interesting." Joe answered, hoping
to not sound too nerdy.

	They walked into the locker room with the other women.
Another strip show, Joe thought to himself.

	Susan's locker was on the same aisle as Joe and Linda's, and
they each went to their respective bench, but were still within
speaking distance.

	Joe opened the padlock on his locker, and saw Susan do the
same. When Susan had her locker open, she quickly removed her
shoes and socks, then the leotard and stirrup pants. Standing
there with her long hair flowing down her back, in white cotton
panties and only a wisp of a bra, she looked like an angel. Joe
found himself spending more time watching her than he did
undressing. Earlier, Linda had noticed him and Susan talking,
but had let them to themselves. Now she noticed him watching
Susan as she undressed.

	"She's pretty, isn't she." Linda said, low enough so only he
could hear.

	"Yeah, I guess she is." Joe agreed, trying to look away, and
continue to undress.

	"Maybe you should get to know her." Linda said.

	"What for?" Joe asked. "What could we possibly have in
common?"

	"Well, I think Susan is a nice girl, she probably thinks you
two are the same age." Linda responded.

	"Yeah, but we're not, remember." Joe said.

	When Susan slipped off her underwear, she wrapped herself in
a bath towel and walked past Joe on her way to the showers. He
quickly got his clothes off and went to the showers too. Susan
was there, and they stood side by side in the communal
facilities, letting the warm water rinse the sweat from their
bodies. Out of the corner of his eye, Joe watched Susan as she
washed herself. They dried themselves before returning to the
lockers.

	"Are you going to the concert tonight?" Susan asked.

	"No. No, I have to go back to work later." Joe said.

	"You have to work tonight?" Susan asked. "Tonight?"

	Joe wondered what the big concert was. He didn't want to
sound out of touch, so he said nothing that might give himself
away.

	"Yeah, I do. I don't usually work in the evenings, but I do
tonight." He said.

	"Where do you hang out?" Susan continued.

	Joe didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure where young
women "hung out." He though of the places he always went, and the
age of the women there. Sure... there were plenty of women in
their twenties at a night spot currently known as Spectrum.

	"Usually the Spectrum." Joe responded after a moment.

	"Oh... sure, I go there sometimes too." Susan replied. "I'm
surprised we haven't met before."

	Joe picked his brain, trying to remember this young, cute
blond. He couldn't, so she probably wasn't a regular there.
Neither was he, for that matter.

	"I don't go out that much really." Joe said.

	"We'll have to go together some time." Susan suggested.

	"Yeah... maybe we could that." Joe said cautiously, watching
as Susan toweled her pubic hair.

	They went back to the lockers, and Joe slowly put his street
clothes back on, heart pounding as he watched Susan doing the
same. He liked her. He didn't know if it was just because she
was attractive, or because of her almost naive friendliness.
Well, maybe not naive... he was forgetting he wasn't male, so to
her he was not a "threat", just another young woman... a peer.

	"Are you ready soon?" Linda asked.

	She was obviously watching how Joe dealt with Susan's
attempt at friendship. She knew Joe sometimes thought of women
as sex objects, even now, and found it interesting to watch how
he dealt with now quite out of place feelings. It was quite
evident that Joe experienced at least a little sexual excitement
watching the cute young woman, even though he now looked almost
like her.

	Men... who could hope to understand them.

	Joe on the other hand had a different problem. He actually
wanted to be around Susan, though he wasn't sure why, and here
presented a definite opportunity.

	"Yeah, just give me a minute." Joe responded, a little
irritation showing.

	He went over to Susan, who was brushing her hair.

	Will you be here Thursday?" He asked.

	"Sure." Susan replied. "I come three times a week."

	"Well, I'll see you then, I guess." Joe said, sounding
relieved. "We can see about going out."

	Susan looked at Joe. Going out? That was a strange way to
refer to it, she thought. But she got the idea.

	"Yeah. Maybe we can do that." Susan responded. "Your aunt
don't want to come along, does she?"

	Aunt? Who's the aunt, Joe wondered?

	"My aunt... ?" Joe repeated.

	"Linda." Susan explained. "I just figured she was your
relative, she didn't look much like your sister, so I thought
maybe she was your aunt."

	Joe laughed.

	"Oh no, she's just my friend." He explained speaking slowly
and carefully. "We've known each other for a long time. I don't
know if she'd want to come or not. I'll talk to her about it.
But I have to go now. See you later!"

	"See you, Joe." Susan repeated. "Thursday, right?"

	So... He'd be doing this again. That was ok with him. It
was kind of fun, definitely interesting, and good exercise
besides. What more could a guy... or a girl... ask for?

	Joe gathered his things, looking around the room, taking in
the sights one last time. The incentive to exercise was about as
strong as it could get.

	He followed Linda out of the room and to her car.

	In about an hour he'd have to meet Norm at his hotel. It
looked as if this was going to be an interesting night.