Article 91109 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 40)
Date: Wed, 30 Aug 1995 21:08:33 GMT

			      Chapter 40

	As the car pulled into the driveway, Joe began to detect the
familiar sensation (pain) of the yeast infection. It was time to apply
more of the medication, he thought. The shower must have washed away
whatever remained.

	As they entered the house Joe followed Linda until they
reached their respective bedrooms. Linda hardly spoke as she drove
from the health club. She was probably waiting for Joe to speak, but
Joe didn't know what to say. What happened at the club was hard enough
to accept, much less attempt to explain.

	He had clearly been taken by one of the young women he had met
in the exercise class. Susan was perhaps nineteen or twenty years old,
about the same age as Joe now appeared. Susan had obviously assumed
that Joe was a young woman of her age group and tried to initiate a
friendship. Nothing wrong with that. But to Joe, who mentally was
still pretty much a thirty year old guy, it was a very different thing
to carry on a conversation in the shower with someone who looked as
Susan did, while they were both buck naked.

	It didn't matter that his own appearance was little different
from Susan's. That was a whole separate problem in itself. No matter
how different he looked, no matter how different he now felt, Joe
apparently maintained the male penchant for visual erotic stimulation.
Or so it certainly seemed.

	Linda, on the other hand, found it quite amusing to watch this
once quite macho male, who now possessed almost exactly the same
physical characteristics as his intended prey, still exhibiting the
typical masculine urge to chase after attractive women.

	Sure, it hurt to see Joe so obviously drawn to someone so much
younger than she was, but of course, Linda couldn't completely blame
him, since it was really her idea for him to come along to the
exercise class.

	Besides, he was plainly no longer physically incapable of
"fooling around" with a woman, unless lesbian-like activities were
considered. And, except for what they had experienced together, it
appeared to Linda that Joe's sexual orientation was slowly adapting to
match his new gender. Or so it had seemed to Linda.

	The incident confused Joe too. He had already conceded that
his sexual interests and urges were undergoing a complex transi- tion,
but the locker room experience reminded him that though his masculine
instincts seemed to be on the back burner, they were far from dead.

	Not that his changed body would allow him to satisfy any of
those familiar urges when they did surface. Nope, that was quite
impossible. He might still imagine making love to Susan, or Linda, but
physically, he was now just as female as either of them.

	He might still imagine driving his "manhood" deep into Susan's
feminine softness. But he had already experienced the sensual
satisfaction of someone else's maleness filling his own now totally
changed parts.

	Like most young men, Joe had displayed the typical male
fascination with the almost exotic aspects of things female, breasts,
bras, silky panties, vaginas. They were so different, so mysterious,
so much more complicated than equivalent masculine things. That was
how it seemed. Sure, maybe they were softer, smaller, and physically
weaker, but, behind it all it had always seemed to Joe that the
average woman was privy to some great secret of life that would always
be unknown to the male.

	Suddenly, all that changed. Now Joe no longer had to hope for
a quick glimpse of thigh when a pretty woman's short skirt
accidentally hiked up. He had his own smooth shaven legs. He could
wear nylons any time he wanted, and his legs probably looked good as
any real woman's, from the tip of his toes, to his, yeah, that too,

	He lay back on the bed and gently placed the palm of his hand
on his changed pubis. Nothing at all masculine about this anymore. As
exotic as it gets, right down to the yeast infection.

	Joe thought about the way everything had been, only a week
ago. Funny how long ago it already seemed. It was becoming hard to
remember exactly what it had really felt like to have a penis,
scrotum, testicles, bulging out from his crotch and flopping around
when he walked. He tried his best to recall the exact sensation. It
wasn't that easy anymore. He kept imagining everything feeling as it
did now. Sure, the feeling was similar, but, of course, not really the
same. He wished he could still make love to Linda. He even wished he
could pee standing up one last time, just so he'd have the feeling,
the sensation, to remember. He'd probably be this way the rest of his
life, and even though the idea no longer seemed all that terrible, it
would surely have better if he had known it was going to happen.

	Or would it? If you were informed that tomorrow you would be
different, female if you were male, male if you were female, what
would you do? How would you prepare for it? Joe wondered what Norm
Peterson was thinking and doing, right about now.

	Joe got up and went into the bathroom. Time to take care of
that little problem. He unbuttoned the shorts, and pulled them down,
then did the same to his panties.

	There it was, below the thin, soft, pubic hair. A real vagina.
His very own. He could touch it, feel it, any time he wanted. He knew
how it felt, opened slightly, when he became excited. And right now,
it itched, a lot. Not the good "tickle" kind of itch, like at first,
either, but more of a painful "burn" kind of itch.

	With an open palm, he massaged himself, first along the top,
enjoying the rather familiar penis-like feeling of his clitoris, then
slightly lower, where a burning itch was the primary sensa- tion.

	Except for the pain it was causing right now, he was getting
accustomed to his sleek new shape. In the mirror, he looked just like
a normal woman. No difference. Why then, did those girls in the locker
room still seem so exciting?

	Maybe it was because these new breasts and this vagina were
somehow already familiar, just a part of his own body. They were just
always there. He washed them when he bathed. When he had to pee, it
was with this. And if he were to experience genital sex from now on,
it would have to be with this, this vagina. Intrigued at that thought,
Joe cupped the soft moistness of his vulva in his now smaller hand. If
he would ever have a son or a daughter, assuming it might still even
be possible now, he would have to be its mother. He certainly couldn't
impregnate Linda, or any other woman, with this changed body. But, it
wasn't so bad, Joe thought. I don't really need my penis anymore. Not
really,

	A lot of people go through life like this, they don't think
anything of it. Of course, they generally start as little girls, and
then slowly begin to acquire the characteristics of a mature female.
Joe woke up like this, a mature male when he went to bed, like this
the next morning. Not exactly the same thing as growing into it. No
matter how normal, or natural everything actually felt, it could never
really BE normal, not for him. Maybe he'd always feel more like a guy
with tits and a cunt. And, maybe he'd always want a woman, not for
some lesbian activity, but, like always, like before, like a man wants
a woman.

	As Joe bent over to gaze at his genitalia, the wide neck
opening of his relatively sheer little blouse hung open slightly and
his breasts became visible. At least what could be seen above the bra.
Maybe these were beginning to "feel" normal too, but they still caught
his eye whenever he first saw them. Did real women feel the same about
their breasts? Did they eventually get used to having them? Probably,
He hoped so. But until then, it was a strange thing to be able to give
himself a little peep show thrill when he saw what he had become. Kind
of fun too, in a weird way,

	Joe stood up and grabbed the Benadryl. He opened the cap and
squeezed a bit onto his fingers, then daubed some along his painful
vaginal opening. The warming numbness quickly overcame the burning
sensation. Then he took a panty liner and placed it in his underwear.
Pulling up the panties, Joe snugged everything in place, and then
pulled his shorts to his hips. After he buttoned up, he ran his hands
along the sides of his hips, tracing the widening pelvic bones.

	Well, this 'little girl' has an appointment, Joe thought,
examining his still developing curves in the mirror on the wall. Joe
gathered up his things and brushed his short hair. Might as well look
good for Norm, he thought.

	Linda was watching television in the living room when Joe came
out. "Will you be gone long?" She asked when she noticed how Joe was
dressed.

	"I don't know. Maybe only a few hours, or maybe all night.
Don't wait up." Joe went to his car and buckled in. Then he started
the engine and backed out the drive. As he drove to the hotel, Joe
wondered what Norm Peterson had picked to wear. What would he have put
on if he knew he'd be looking like this in a few hours?

	Joe drove into the parking lot and locked his car. He wondered
if Norm got a rental car. Probably. They rented them right in the
hotel lobby. Joe noticed the bellman watched as he walked to the
elevator. Why not? He did have a nice butt, and the shorts did little
to hide the new curves. He intentionally added a little more movement
to his hips. Flirt.

	Norm answered Joe's knock almost immediately. He was obviously
very eager to get going. "Hi, Joe," he said, shaking Joe's hand. "How
about a quick drink?"

	"No, not for me. Thanks."

	"Well, pardon me, but I think I'll have one more. I'm so damn
nervous I think I might pee my pants."

	"I really suggest you go, one last time," Joe said, grinning
at this man, who was so obviously excited. "It might be the last time
you get to use that thing."

	"That would be just fine with me. Just fine with me."

	"OK then, let's get going," Joe said as he watched Norm
quickly down a straight scotch.

	"Yeah, I'm ready. Look at this stuff."

	He went to a suitcase and opened it. Inside was a long dress
made of satin, obviously in a size that fit his male body. There was a
lot of underwear too, various bras, a panty girdle, and some black
nylon or silk panties. They weren't new either. Norm probably had them
for some time. They looked as if they had been worn. So, Norm Peterson
dresses up in women's clothes, who'd have guessed.

	"Are you planning to wear this stuff?" Joe asked, trying to
suppress a laugh.

	"Joe, I can't wait to be able to really wear it, and have it
really fit.

	"Norm, I don't think," Joe stammered, "I really don't think
you'll end up the same size, I mean, I'm a lot different now, we're
all a lot different."

	"I don't care, Joe." Norm said, not ashamed at all. "If it
doesn't fit, if I end up smaller, or even larger, I don't care. At
least I'll be a woman. That'll be enough for me."

	"I hope everything works out. Let's get going. If you want to
take this stuff along, it's all right with me."

	"Let's take your car. I ordered a rental, but I really don't
want to drive. Maybe I won't be able to in a little while."

	"I hope it won't hurt you that much."

	"Aw, I know it won't," Norm said. "I know everything will be
just great."

	"I hope so." They went down and walked to Joe's car, Norm
carrying a small suitcase containing the women's clothes.

	"Nice car." Norm said. "I had a little Mustang when they first
came out. Guess I liked it then too, but I like my Lincoln now."

	"Wait and see what happens. You might look and feel very young
again, real soon."

	"I hope so. That'd be just a little extra benefit," Norm said,
more as if he was talking to himself than anything. He wore casual
slacks, with a knit pullover shirt. Nothing in any way feminine.
Apparently he had figured on wearing the dress all along. It would
look rather strange if he wore it now, and Joe figured it very
unlikely that it would fit him later.

	When they got inside the car, Joe noticed that Norm didn't
buckle his safety belt. He objected. "How about buckling up, Norm,
please?" Joe asked in a friendly way.

	Norm looked slightly irritated, but began to fasten his belt.
"You young people, do you really want to live forever?"

	"Not forever. Just as long as I possibly can." Joe started the
engine, and they drove to Honeybone. When they arrived, Joe and Norm
went inside. Joe's badge allowed them to pass the security guard, who
didn't personally know or recognize Joe. They went straight to the
Avionics Lab, and Joe was glad to see that the Lab Technician was not
there. He wondered where he might be.

	"Please stand by," Joe advised Norm. "I'll look around for the
technician."

	"Do we need him?"

	"No, of course not. But I'd like to know just where he is. I
don't want him disturbing us."

	"Good idea. I'll wait."

	Joe went to the break room, and as he suspected, the techni-
cian was lounging in one of the comfortable chairs, watching TV. He
apparently had nothing to do, and was just passing time the best he
could. Joe went back to the Lab and found Norm intently inspecting the
electronic devices.

	"So, you know what all this stuff is for?" Norm asked Joe.

	"Yeah, most of it." Joe answered. "All we'll be needing
anyway."

	"How long will it take to set everything up?"

	"Not long. Maybe ten, twenty minutes."

	"Good, Good. Is there anything I can do to help?"

	"Well, you can take this little stool and place it inside the
cage," Joe said, looking Norm straight in the eye and grinning. "You
might as well take a seat while it happens."

	"Yeah. Yeah. Good idea. Good idea." Norm was obviously getting
very nervous.

	"Are you OK? You seem kind of jittery."

	"Hell yes, I'm nervous. I'm scared to death."

	"We don't have to do this, you know. The whole thing is your
idea."

	"Yeah, I know that. I know that. I want to do this, I have to
do this. You understand, don't you?"

	Joe looked at the man. No, he didn't really understand. He had
never experienced the urge to do what Norm was about to attempt. But
he realized that Norm's problem was quite real, just like Karen's had
been. If it would help to make his life complete, then why not let the
guy try it. What was the harm? Norm had already lived a fairly
complete and very successful life as a male, if he wanted to try to
live the remainder as a female, what could it possibly hurt? Joe had
experienced no such desire, and yet even he was starting to accept
what had happened to him accidentally. Maybe it would be really
fantastic if, for some reason, he had the urge to become female even
before it occurred.

	"Norm, I don't think I'll ever completely understand it, but
if this is really what you want, I don't see any reason to prevent you
from giving it a shot. I just hope you like what happens."

	"I want to try it." Norm said, looking Joe in the eye.

	There was very little to do. The transmitters were already in
place, and the antennas were connected through the shielding.
Apparently, all Joe needed to do was set the proper frequencies and
gains, power up transmitters, then start the recording/playback
equipment used to modulate the signal. The idea was amazingly simple.
If the frequencies were right, and the proper modulation was used, the
resultant radiation would result in controlled cell damage. If the
genetic changes were just right, almost anything could happen. One
result might be to modify the code that determines gender. There were
probably others, many others. They were fortunate that the acquisition
system on the Learjet had recorded every signal they had been
subjected to. The only unknown was the strength of the signal. For
that, they'd have to make an educated guess. Better to guess too weak
than too strong. Of course, it would need to be at least to some
minimum strength. Better to work up to it slowly.

	Joe set the transmitter strength to less than ten percent of
what had been used outdoors at the airport. The cage would tend to
contain the signals, helping to reflect them around inside, sort of
like a microwave oven. Instead of heating the material inside, it
would probably (hopefully) just initiate the desired cellular changes.

	Change the genetic makeup of the human body. Damage or distort
Y chromosomes so that they appeared to become X chromo- somes. And,
when that happened, any person inside the cage with XY chromosomes
(male) would suddenly seem to have XX chromosomes (female). It was
that simple, and almost that quick. A radiation injury creating
genetic mutations that turned men into women. Or, at least, men who
looked like women. Males who functioned like females, in every way.

	Joe knew from personal experience what it was like. And it
wasn't bad. It felt pretty good, actually. The additional symptom, a
very youthful appearance, was simply an added benefit, the cause for
which no one had any theory as of yet. In fact, no one yet even knew
the ultimate extent of it.

	"Are you ready?" Joe asked.

	"Already?" Norm repeated. "You have everything set?"

	"There wasn't much to do. Everything was already set, except
for the frequencies and the correct tape. I've given it my best hunch
on the power setting, and I don't think that will be a major concern."

	"What do you want me to do?" Norm asked.

	"Well, if you think you're ready, go in and sit." Joe grinned.
"Make yourself comfortable. This should take about twelve and one half
minutes, if everybody's best hunch is correct."

	"That's it? Just go in and sit?" Norm repeated. "That's it?"

	"That's it." Joe said again. "You probably won't feel a
thing."

	"How long will it be before it takes effect?" Norm wondered
out loud.

	"I don't know that. It happened to us overnight. No reason to
suspect it to be different for you."

	"Well let's get on with it," Norm said, rubbing his groin,
feeling his penis, probably wondering what it might feel like down
there when that appendage was no longer present. He walked into the
cage and slowly sat on the stool.

	Joe closed the door, and went back to the transmitters. He
toggled the power switches on each, then started the cassette tape.

	Norm quietly sat on the stool, unashamedly fondling his penis
through his trousers.

	"Do you feel anything?" Joe asked.

	"I don't know, I don't think so, I mean, no. Nothing."

	Time passed. Joe glanced at his watch. "How about now?" he
asked.

	"Nothing." Norm responded. "Should I feel something?"

	"I don't know, probably not. I don't remember feeling
anything." Soon, twelve minutes had elapsed. "Another thirty seconds,
and you'll be ready to wait it out." Joe exclaimed.

	When the time was up, Joe powered down the equipment. Norm got
off the stool and opened the door to the cage. He came over to where
Joe was standing, and watched. "So, that's is all there is to it?" he
asked.

	"Seems too easy, doesn't it?" Joe joked.

	"Are you sure it's going to work?"

	"Norm, I'm sure of nothing." Joe admitted. "But we'll know
soon enough, won't we?"

	"What now?"

	"Well, if you remember, we agreed to call Dr. Krell." Joe
said. "Are you ready?"

	"I guess there's nothing he could do about it now, is there?"

	"I don't think there's much anyone can do about it. If it's
going to work, it's probably happening right now," Joe commented.

	"I don't feel anything." Norm said.

	"Not yet, but you will." Joe went to the telephone. On the
desk were the numbers of everyone on the team. Joe spotted Karen's
name and number. He picked up the handset and punched in her number.
Karen would be more understanding of what they had done than Dr.
Krell. He knew the man wouldn't be very sympathetic with them taking
matters into their own hands. Karen would. She had gone through the
same thing. She had told Joe about it, about how it felt to want to be
a woman more than anything else. Enough to submit to the risks of
surgery. The cage was so clean, so complete. She'd understand.

	"Hello." Karen answered the phone.

	"Karen. This is Joe."

	"Hi Joe. What's up?"

	"Karen... I... We... We've tried the cage," Joe blurted.

	"Tried the cage?" Karen repeated. "Joe. Just what are you
saying?"

	"Norm Peterson. I've powered up the cage for him, and he tried
it."

	"He tried it?" Karen said incredulously. "He tried the cage?
Why in the world would he want to do that?"

	"Why would you try the cage, if you could?"

	"You mean, He wants to change sex?" Karen asked, not believing
what she was hearing.

	"Yeah, that's right." Joe admitted. "That's exactly right."

	"Where are you now?"

	"At the lab."

	"How's he doing?"

	"OK I guess. We can't see any change, at least not yet"

	"I'll be right over."

	"I was hoping you'd say that."

	"See you in about thirty minutes."

	"I'll be looking forward to it."

	Joe hung up the phone. Now there was nothing to do but wait.
Karen would take care of everything.

	"Who was that?" Norm asked.

	"Karen, Karen Simpson." Joe responded. "She's coming over now.
Be here in thirty minutes."

	"What should I do? Shouldn't I be doing something?"

	"I'd sit down and enjoy it." Joe advised. "These might be your
last few hours as a man."

	"Yeah, you're right. I guess I should celebrate, shouldn't I?"

	"I wouldn't do that yet. Not until you wake up alive tomorrow,
no matter if you grow tits or not," Joe grinned.

	"Man I hope I end up as good looking as you. I mean, I realize
I'm a lot older, but if I can just be half as good... "

	"Who knows? With what all seems to happen, you may even get
younger looking than I seem to be getting."

	The time passed quickly, and soon Karen joined them. She wore
blue denim jeans, and a pink T-shirt. But she didn't look pleased when
she came through the door. "Joe, why in hell did you do this?"

	Joe looked at her and smiled. "Do you really think Dr. Krell
would've let Norm use the cage if he asked? I mean, the damn thing is
Honeybone's property, you know."

	But what if it kills him?" Karen asked. "That is a possibili-
ty."

	"He seems to be doing all right."

	"I wanted to do it, and I ordered Joe to help." Norm volun-
teered.

	Karen looked at Norm. "How are you doing?" she asked
compassionately.

	"Fine. I'm feeling great," Norm answered.

	"I hope you stay that way," Karen said curtly.

	"What do you think we should do?" Joe asked.

	"Why ask me now?" Karen countered. "Do whatever you want."

	"Take me back to the hotel?" Norm volunteered.

	"No way," Karen said. "You'll be spending the evening at
Hillcrest. Maybe even the next few days, if this thing didn't already
kill you."

	She went to the phone and punched some numbers. She spoke
softly into the phone so softly Joe couldn't hear, and then hung up.
Then she dialed again. "I think you better get over to Hillcrest,"
Karen spoke into the mouthpiece. "We've got our first cage test case."

	"Yeah. Yeah. You'll never guess. Norm Peterson. The president.
No, nothing yet," Karen used the professional tone she always used
when speaking to a doctor. Joe always knew when she was speaking to
Dr. Krell. Karen hung up and looked at Joe, then at Norm. "Dr. Krell
will meet us at Hillcrest," she said. "Mr. Peterson, Norm, I hope,
for your sake, that you haven't hurt yourself really badly."

	"I'm more than willing to take that chance." Norm said, his
confidence fully returned.

	"Can you feel anything, is anything happening?" Karen asked.

	"No, I don't think so," Norm said. "Not yet anyway."

	"I think we better get over to Hillcrest," Karen exclaimed.
"I think this is going to be a long night."

	They left Honeybone and drove the relatively short distance to
Hillcrest hospital. Joe and Norm followed Karen to Dr. Krell's offices
and took a seat as Karen attempted to arrange a private room for Norm.
It might be a very strange night for him. It would surely be a long
night for them all. Soon Karen came back into the office and told them
to follow her. She took them to an admittance desk where Norm was
required to complete a series of long docu- ments. There was no
escaping the legal system, no matter what.

	Finally, Karen led them to a room at the end of a hallway on a
seemingly unoccupied floor. Joe didn't know there was such a private
place in the small hospital. Karen presented Norm with a hospital
gown, and asked him to go disrobe and put it on. He already was fitted
with a wrist band name tag. Joe left the room while Norm changed into
the gown. Perhaps he would soon be one of them, but not yet.

	As they stood in the hallway outside Norm's room, Karen spoke
to Joe. "I don't think it was very smart to use the cage without
talking to Dr. Krell," she said, speaking low enough so Norm wouldn't
hear.

	"Norm wanted to try it. He wants to become female, just like
you did. I thought you'd understand, if anybody would."

	"I understand. And I appreciate it," Karen said. "But you just
don't know what this might do, It can easily kill him. It could cause
almost anything. Death might even be one of the better possibilities."

	"But it's also very possible he'll end up like me," Joe
countered. "And if he does, we'll all be ahead of the game. Right?"

	Karen smiled. "You shouldn't have done it, Joe," Karen said
softly, her voice changing tone. "Dr. Krell is really pissed."

	"He'll get over it. Sometimes it's more successful to beg
forgiveness than to ask permission."

	"You're not being a team player," Karen almost whispered.
"Work with us."

	"This is personal. It has to do with Norm, not just the
interests of science."

	Norm opened the door. "You can come in now, ladies," he said.
"Not that this thing hides very much." As Norm went to sit on the bed,
it was obvious that the gown was completely open in the back. His
hairy back and butt were completely exposed.

	"I think I'm starting to feel something," Norm said, speaking
very low. "It kind of itches here, and here." He rubbed his chest
around his nipples, the other hand around his crotch.

	"Well, that is where we were hoping for changes, weren't we?"
Joe said lightly.

	"But, should it itch?" Norm questioned.

	"I don't really know." Joe answered. "I guess I slept through
the main part of it all. I think Tim did say it tickled, or itched, or
something like that. And it might hurt a little too."

	The bed was drawn back, and Norm leaned back on the pillows, a
strange look on his face.

	"Is something else going on?" Karen asked.

	"I don't know, I don't know," Norm said. "I am feeling
something. I can't explain it exactly." He rubbed his stomach.

	"I want to take a blood sample," Karen said. "We should have
done that before we drove here." She went out the door to get the
needed paraphernalia.

	"My stomach really is starting to feel funny, Joe," Norm said,
when Karen left the room. "Do you think it might be from the cage?"

	"It could be." Joe said. "There are a lot of things that are
going to change. I suppose that you can feel it happen. But I am
surprised it might be starting already."

	"I can't explain it," Norm said. "It feels almost like there
is something moving around inside me."

	"Well, tell Karen. Tell Dr. Krell." Joe advised.

	Karen came back in the room. She was pushing a small medical
cart which contained all sorts of supplies. Taking a needle and
syringe, Karen wiped Norm's arm with an antiseptic cotton ball and
drew a blood sample. She also used a small wooden scraper to take some
cells from Norm's inner cheek. Saying hardly a word, she left the
room, taking both samples to the hospital lab for analysis.

	"I guess she'll be doing that quite often, right?" Norm
guessed.

	"That's for sure." Joe agreed. "Probably every hour or so, at
least. You might as well try to adapt."

	"I'm feeling really unusual, Joe." Norm said. "I'm sure
something is happening."

	He covered himself with the sheet, leaving his upper torso
exposed. Then he pulled the hospital gown up, revealing his chest.

	"Look!" Norm exclaimed, as he rubbed his hand across his
chest, which was much hairier than Joe's had been.

	Some of the coarse black hair actually came out, sticking to
his fingers. Some remained, but that was starting to fall out too.
The same thing had occurred to the others. Joe had only a little chest
hair before, but, of course, he had virtually none now, except for the
very light "peach fuzz" that covered his entire body.

	It was also evident that Norm was already experiencing some
initial breast development. At least it was surely affecting his
nipples, which were becoming noticeably larger, already too big for a
male, and slightly cone shaped. The transition was obviously starting,
which surprised Joe, who had figured it would be hours before anything
happened.

	Norm looked down at his changing chest, rubbing the hair off
with both hands. He gently massaged a developing nipple and looked up
at Joe, who watched with great interest. "This is amazing," he
exclaimed. "Just look at this, Joe. It sort of hurts though."

	"Yeah, I think I know how it feels." Joe told him. "Mine still
hurt too. I don't know when it'll stop, but I sure hope it does."

	"Is this what it feels like for a girl?" Norm asked inquisi-
tively.

	"Beats me." Joe said. "I wasn't always one either, remember."
He grinned. The same questions went through his mind last week.

	"I didn't think it would be like this," Norm went on as he
continued to examine and stroke himself.

	"What about your... you know... " Joe asked. He was really
surprised at how fast the changes were taking place. There was no way
it could have happened to him and the others this quickly.

	Norm grinned and looked down at his crotch, still hidden by
the sheet. "I don't know. Maybe we should take a look." Before Joe
could object, Norm pulled the sheet away, exposing his genitalia. They
both looked in interest.

	Norm's penis was still there. He still looked quite male, and
Joe figured there was no change evident yet. Norm knew better. He
could feel something happening, and he reached down and lifted his
penis up, checking the underside. "Look at this," he said, holding his
penis up so Joe could see.

	The opening of the penis had shifted. No longer at the tip,
the urethral opening was now well under the corona of the head, and
pointing down. The change was underway there, too.

	"Yeah, Tim said he noticed that happening too," Joe said.
"But eventually you'll look normal again, normal for a female anyway."

	"I really think I need to pee," Norm said suddenly. "I'm not
sure I can even do it now."

	"Why not?" Joe asked. "Just be careful where you aim. In a
little while, you probably won't be able to stand up as you go. I'm
telling you, you're gonna miss it when you pee, I'm pretty sure of
that."

	Norm looked at his penis, feeling the little opening, gently
touching other places that apparently now felt strange to him. "This
is weird. This is really weird."

	"Isn't it what you expected?" Joe asked.

	"I don't know. I guess I didn't think much about how it might
happen, just what it would be like afterwards."

	"As fast as everything's happening, most of this'll be over by
tomorrow morning," Joe theorized.

	"I've just gotta urinate." Norm said, sliding his legs out of
bed. He hopped out of bed and went to the attached bathroom. He didn't
close the door all the way, and from the shadow Joe could tell that
Norm attempted to go while standing. Joe figured doing that might be a
problem. It probably was because he heard Norm voice an expletive,
then sit on the stool. He heard the urine hit the water in the stool.
Enjoy it, thought Joe. It might be the last time for the old
equipment.

	Soon Norm came back out. He had a grin on his face. "I just
peed on my own feet. I finally had to sit just to hit the stool. I'm
telling you, this is weird."

	"It gets weirder," Joe said. "Just wait till it's gone
completely."

	"I don't mind." Norm countered. "I've dreamed of this."

	"Well, it looks like it's going to happen." Joe said. "I hope
you still like it tomorrow."

	Norm pulled the hospital gown tight around his chest so that
his rapidly developing nipples showed. He looked down at them and
grinned widely. "Joe, I'm going to have boobs. I'm growing real
breasts," he said proudly.

	Joe looked at the outline of the areola, which already seemed
to be larger than even moments ago. The transition was proceeding at
an amazing pace. "You'll need that bra in no time," he teased.

	"Yeah. Yeah. It's really happening!" Norm said happily. "It's
really happening."

	Karen came back into the room. She heard what Norm said.
"What's happening, Norm? Is everything all right?"

	"It's happening!" Norm repeated. "Breasts! I'm really starting
to get breasts. My penis is changing too!"

	"The transition is already starting," Joe said. "Physical
alterations have begun."

	Norm lifted the hospital gown proudly. Joe couldn't believe
the way the changes were affecting the man. Apparently, he really did
want to be feminized.

	Karen examined Norm's developing chest with great interest.
"I wish Dr. Krell would get here," she said, almost under her breath.

	"And look at this!" Norm added, pulling the sheet away. He was
so taken with what was occurring he had lost any sense of modesty.

	That didn't bother Karen, who closely looked at what was
happening to the man's genitalia. "Hypospidias. I think that's what
it's called, hypospidias, something like that."

	"You've seen this before?" Norm asked.

	"Well, I haven't personally, but I've read about it in school.
I believe it is a relatively common genetic deformity."

	"You mean I'm going to stay like this?" Norm exclaimed,
noticeable alarm becoming evident in his voice.

	"Norm, I don't have any idea what's going to happen," Karen
said defensively. "You chose to try this before we had time to
methodically step into it. Who knows?"

	Joe interjected. "As quickly as everything is happening, why
don't we all just wait a little while and see how it turns out," He
said, trying to calm Norm's concerns a bit.

	"I have to go to the bathroom again," Norm said. He slipped
out of bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door this time.
Joe could hear the tinkle of urine in the stool. It only lasted a few
seconds, but Norm didn't come out.

	In a few minutes, the door opened and a very noticeably
changing Norm Peterson walked out. "I really feel like I have to pee,
but I just can't."

	Joe looked at the man. "Norm, I think you should look in a
mirror," he suggested.

	"What's the matter?" Norm asked.

	Joe smiled. "I think you'll see that your face is changing,
too. I never would have guessed that anything could happen so fast."

	Norm went back into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror.
He moved his hand to his face, feeling the new softness that was
taking over his skin. Norm's features were actually becoming subtly
softer and thinner. Already it seemed that ten years had been swept
away. The crow's feet around his eyes were still there, but were much
reduced. He had obviously shaved his face before entering the cage,
but the area around his cheeks and mouth where the beard would form
had changed, the hair was lighter, thinner. Absolutely no trace of
whiskers. Also, Norm's eyes were somehow changing. It was hard to
describe, the changes were so subtle, extremely small, but still,
there was no doubt that something major was going on. Norm just stood
in front of the mirror, looking at himself as if he never saw his body
before.

	"What do you think?" Joe asked, breaking the silence.

	"I can't believe it," Norm said. "It's really happening. I'm
really turning female. I'm really changing."

	"Yeah, It really happens," Joe agreed. "Just wait, it's just
started."

	Norm moved his hands down to his chest, carefully feeling
growing breasts, inspecting his changing appearance in the mirror.
"It hurts," Norm said finally. "I like it, but it really hurts."

	"What hurts?" Karen asked.

	"My chest, my breasts, " Norm said, suddenly sounding
embarrassed. "My breasts hurt when I touch them."

	"I think that might be normal," Karen advised. "Breast
development is usually accompanied by some discomfort." She sounded
almost as if she were reading from a textbook.

	"Mine hurt, too," Joe added. "I can feel every step when I
walk. Sometimes it's worse than others."

	"I think that pain will subside eventually," Karen said.
"When I started hormones, I had some pain too, but now I don't notice
anything, except when I change progesterone intake. Both of you will
probably follow the normal female cycle automatically."

	As he watched Norm examine his changing body, Joe put a hand
to his own breast, feeling now familiar softness, and then the slight
pain from the large but still tender nipple. Having breasts was an
interesting experience. They were a lot more than just soft pillows
designed to please men. He could forget about them sometimes, but
something always seemed to remind him of their presence. Just the
movement of walking caused them to jiggle enough to feel. Especially
when they hurt. When you leaned over, when you rolled over in bed, The
sensitive little buggers had ways to let you know they were there.

	But they felt good too. As Joe slowly stroked his own breast,
feeling the slick nylon of the bra, he sensed a stirring in his
crotch. There was no doubt, his nipples and clitoris definitely seemed
to be connected in some pleasurable way. The changes he had undergone
certainly made his body much more sensual, more respon- sive. He was
always much more aware of it now.

	"I think I'd better lie down again," Norm said suddenly.

	"Is there a problem?" Karen asked.

	Both Karen and Joe watched Norm in awe.

	Norm looked at them. "I'm not sure," Norm said. "I feel funny,
really funny. Not bad, not sick, just, funny."

	"Is there something we can do for you?" Karen asked.

	"No, no thanks." Norm considered. "I think I'll be ok, I
guess. I can't explain the feeling, I just itch all over. And I feel
kind of sleepy."

	Karen helped Norm into the bed. "I wish Dr. Krell would get
here," she said. "I know he was working on a plan for when we tried
this with a dysphoria patient. He might have some ideas."

	Norm lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes. In a few
moments, he was obviously sound asleep. Joe watched, and realized that
the same thing had probably occurred with him, and was why he didn't
remember the change as it happened. Apparently, the urge to sleep was
uncontrollable. Probably all of them had slept through most of the
change, whether they even realized it or not.

	Karen and Joe stood there, watching Norm as he slept. Finally
Joe spoke. "I guess it's best that it happens while you're
unconscious."

	Karen smiled. "He certainly seems to want this."

	"Yeah, that's what I thought. I can't imagine it."

	"I can," Karen said simply.

	"What now?" Joe asked.

	"I wish Dr. Krell would get here," Karen said again. "He might
have something else. I don't know what else we can do. I'm glad you
called me, but I wish you would have called him first. I had to pull
some strings to get Norm in this room."

	"I wanted you to be the first," Joe said. "I figured Dr.
Krell would be pissed."

	"Yeah, I suspect he'll have some words for you, Joe," Karen
said grinning, "but I think he'll understand. He's really a great
guy."

	"We'll see." Joe said. He liked Dr. Krell, but he knew that
Norm would have waited years to do what he had just accomplished.
That wasn't fair at all.

	Just then the little doctor came into the room. "Well well,
Just what have you done now, Joe?" he asked.

	Joe looked at the man. He wasn't sure what to say. "Norm
wanted to try the cage himself, and I helped him do it," Joe said
simply.

	Dr. Krell looked at Norm but said nothing. He looked back at
Joe. "And what if the transition kills him?"

	"I'll take that chance." Norm said with authority.

	The little doctor looked at Norm, who was awake but very
groggy. "And how are you doing?" he asked.

	"It's happening." Norm said. Even as tired as he had become,
the excitement evident in his voice.

	A look of surprise came to Dr. Krell's face. "Yes?" he
exclaimed. "You say it's working?"

	"Yeah, It's already starting." Norm said. "Take a look, doc."

	Norm pulled the gown away, exposing his developing chest. He
was obviously pleased with what was happening to his body.

	Dr. Krell looked in interest. He went to the bed and touched
Norm's breast as if not believing what he was seeing. "How long has it
been?"

	Joe looked at his watch. It was three hours since he had
powered on the transmitters. "About eight or eight fifteen," Joe said.
"I exposed him for about twelve minutes."

	"Well Joe, it looks like you did it." Dr. Krell said. "Mr.
Peterson here seems to be feminizing quite like the rest of you. I
hope that he is satisfied with what he has done to himself." He seemed
a bit irritated, but also excited.

	"I'm pleased," Norm said. "It's like a dream coming true."

	"Have you been in therapy, or spent some time in RLT?" the
doctor asked.

	"RLT?" asked Norm.

	"Real Life Test. Have you tried to live the gender you think
you want to be so much?" Dr. Krell explained.

	"No. I haven't done that," Norm answered. "But I know what I
want."

	"I hope you do Norm, because you don't have much choice now,
it appears." Dr. Krell said. His voice was stern but kind.

	"I'll live with my decision." Norm said with conviction.

	As if satisfied, Dr. Krell turned to Karen. "Did you help with
this?"

	Before Karen could say anything, Joe broke in. "I called her
after we finished with the cage. She had nothing to do with the
decision."

	Dr. Krell ignored Joe. "Did you take samples?" he asked,
speaking to Karen.

	"Yes, sir," Karen said obediently. "I drew blood fifteen
minutes ago. I also took a Bucal smear."

	"Very good," Dr. Krell complimented. "We must continue that
every hour. I'm amazed at the rate of progress."

	"How long do I have to stay here?" Norm asked. He had covered
himself with the gown and a sheet.

	"I'd like to perform a quick physical exam as soon as
possible," Dr. Krell answered. "And, if you will permit it, I'd like
to photograph the transition as it takes place."

	"I don't mind, I guess," Norm agreed. "But when can I leave
here?"

	"I don't know, Norm," Dr. Krell answered. "I can't hold you
here against your will, but I'd like to learn as much as possible
about what is happening."

	"I'll cooperate as much as possible," Norm said. "But I don't
want to spend days or weeks in this room."

	"I don't think that will be necessary," Dr. Krell said,
smiling. "If you remain healthy, I suppose you can get out soon, maybe
tomorrow, if everything transpires similarly to the others."

	Norm seemed pleased with that information, and he lay back and
closed his eyes. Dr. Krell looked at him closely as he lay trying to
sleep.

	"Karen, do you have a thirty-five millimeter close by?"

	"I'll see if I have mine in my car." Karen left the room
immediately.

	"I don't want to get the photographer tonight," Dr. Krell
explained. "But I would like to get a still picture history of this
event... If you don't mind," he asked a very drowsy Norm.

	"No, no that's fine, Norm immediately agreed, glad to help and
just happy to be undergoing the transition.

	"While we're waiting for Karen, I think I'll examine you, if
you don't mind," Dr. Krell continued. "I'll be asking everyone to
leave the room, "

	"No, No, It's all right," Norm said. "Joe can stay. He's
already seen what I look like anyway," Norm said, grinning.

	Dr. Krell looked at Joe, and then back at Norm. "So you don't
mind if he stays?"

	"No, not at all." Norm said. "He can do anything he wants, and
it's all right with me." He looked at Joe as he spoke.

	"I'll stay, if you don't mind."

	"Stay," Norm said. "I want you to."

	"I find it amazing," Joe said. He was fascinated with what was
happening to Norm because he knew the same thing had happened to him.

	"Yeah, me too," Norm said. "Do you realize, if this works, the
whole concept of gender, maybe sex even, will change complete- ly?"

	"I know," Joe agreed. "I've seen a few other persons who felt
like you did, and I'm sure that the cage, or some thing we could
develop like it, would revolutionize their treatment."

	"And Honeybone has the answer," Norm said, thinking aloud. "I
think we might have a whole new industry here." Honeybone was a
diverse company, into many areas of electronics and avionics. The
medical field would probably be an easy transition.

	"Let's see if we stay healthy before you make any long term
plans," Joe suggested.

	Norm looked at him. "We've got to get the attorneys working on
this immediately," Norm insisted. "Dr. Krell can join us if he wants,
but we've got to protect the company's interests." Norm Peterson was
changing to a woman before their eyes, but he remained a businessman.

Article 91395 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 41)
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 1995 18:09:21 GMT

			      Chapter 41

	As the night wore on, Joe felt fatigue begin to affect him.
Norm slept continuously, not even waking when Dr. Krell pulled back
the sheet for his hourly examination, blood and tissue samples. What
was happening to Norm was nothing short of amazing. As the time
passed, the man's body continued to reverse the natural signs of aging
as well as become more and more feminine.

	The transition would be a pleasant morning surprise for Norm,
since he had been unable to stay awake beyond eleven no matter how
hard he tried. He desperately wanted to remain conscious as he
developed feminine curves, but he just couldn't. He fell asleep while
Dr. Krell examined his atrophying penis, and had not awakened since.

	Joe watched each examination with great interest. The last
one, about a half hour ago, found Norm's genitalia a strange
combination of male and female. His penis, if it could still be called
that, was now less than an inch in length, and seemed to be retracting
under a hood of skin above the cleft formed in his scrotum, which had
separated mid-line and already looked much like the vagina it would
eventually become. Norm, who was uncircumcised, the only one so far,
would probably wake to find his penis had developed into a very
natural looking clitoris.

	Joe wondered if the vaginal opening had formed. If it hadn't,
it surely would soon, since it was clear Norm's testicles had already
moved up into his body, probably forming the basis for the ovaries
that would technically make Norm a woman,no matter what everything
else happened to look like.

	The rest of Norm's body was also continuing its metamorphosis
to femininity. His chest was now completely without coarse hair, and
already enough breast tissue had developed that it was clear Norm
would soon have the shapely torso he so desired.

	His facial features continued to change too. Softness had
begun to replace the hard masculine lines in his complexion. Fuller
lips, higher cheekbones, and eyes which appeared to be getting larger
as time passed, also served to change his look. While not ravishingly
beautiful, Norm would probably be reasonably attractive when he
assumed the female role.

	Joe looked at Norm as he slept. He looked so innocent, this
sixty year old man. He was no longer very masculine, no matter the
shape of his organs at this moment. Joe was quite anxious to see
Norm's reaction on waking. Joe remembered that morning, little more
than a week ago, when he opened his eyes to find his own body and life
changed so completely.

	But it would be different for Norm. He asked for this. He
wanted it. He knew what was going to happen, at least hoped he knew.
The awakening would be only a pleasant surprise, not a complete shock.
For Joe, to wake up looking totally female truly was a jolt.
Exploring his changed body was always interesting, sometimes
enjoyable, sometimes even a source of pride, and often a source of
embarrassment. Only now was he coming to grips with what really
happened, and how it would likely affect the rest of his life. He was
slowly beginning to accept the fact that he really had become a woman
and would probably be one from now on.

	Joe looked at his watch. It read two a.m... About six-and-a-
half hours since he and Norm experimented with the cage. He
desperately needed to go to bed. Maybe it was the changes, something,
he didn't know exactly what, but he tired much easier than before. But
even if he still had his balls, he'd still be sleepy at two in the
morning.

	"You look sleepy, Joe." Karen said from the other side of the
bed. Joe looked at the nurse. Karen still looked fresh. During the
course of the evening, she had dressed in a crisp white uniform, and
had brushed her hair, changing from the pony tail and jeans she wore
when Joe first called her.

	She looked so attractive. Joe found himself drawn to this
person, this fellow transsexual, with whom he had so much in common.
Although Karen found her femininity with surgery and hormones, she was
no less a woman. Perhaps Joe's body was now 'more' female, capable of
functioning totally, probably including menstruation and conception,
but Karen could have been no more feminine if she had been born a
girl. Joe, for whom womanhood had been forced upon him little more
than one week ago, the whole idea was still quite foreign, but he was
trying his best to adapt. Often, like right now, he had to remind
himself that for him, masculinity was only a memory, and he needed to
work constantly at thinking and acting like the young looking woman he
had physically become.

	"I am tired." Joe responded, forcing a grin to his face.

	"Me too." Karen said. "But I've got to stay here till six.
You can go home if you want."

	"No way." Joe said. "I want to be around when he wakes up."

	"It looks like Norm will be a 'she' when he opens his eyes."
Karen teased. She knew that Joe still thought of himself as a 'he'
even though he now pretty well accepted his new gender.

	"Why don't you lie on that other bed." Karen suggested. "If
Norm wakes, I'll get you up. Get some sleep."

	"If you don't mind," Joe looked at her. He did want to lie
down so bad.

	"Lay down Joe. Get some beauty rest." Karen teased. Joe
hopped up on the bed and slipped his Reeboks off. It would feel good
to pull off his clothes. His still growing breasts were starting to
hurt, and he knew it would feel wonderful to free them from the snug
bra and gently massage them. Nothing sexual really, but undeniably
sensual. That's the way it was now, with this changed body, everything
was more pronounced, pleasure as well as pain.

	But he'd best keep his clothes on. He lay back on the pillow
and experienced the pleasant sensation of his breasts falling back
against his chest. He felt cool, so he covered himself with the top
sheet. Right now it would be great if he could just remove this tight
bra. The new breast tissue, especially around, or behind the nipples,
often seemed to become irritated and achy by the end of the day. He
hoped the dull pain would end when the development in that area
finally ceased.

	As Joe lie innocently massaging his sore breasts through his
bra, he tried to keep one eye on Norm, who was changing so rapidly it
could actually be seen happening. But like watching a clock, it seemed
that if he watched, nothing seemed to happen, so he closed his eyes.
In moments, he was sound asleep.

	As he slept, Joe dreamed of laying in a large pile of straw.
Alongside him was a man, who's face he couldn't see. As hard as he
tried, Joe couldn't figure out who the man was. His body shape seemed
identical to Joe's own, at least the way it was before the change. Joe
found himself strangely curious about the stranger's familiar, but now
quite interesting form. Joe discovered he could actually touch this
other guy's body. He gave no resistance, but the man exhibited no
interest in him. Joe ran his fingers through the thin hair on the
man's upper body, he wore no shirt, and he felt the broad, firm,
muscular chest. He found it quite arousing just to touch those
familiar parts again.

	The man wore strange, snug, nylon or silk undershorts. As he
grew more confident, Joe began massaging the man's genitalia through
the silky garment. At first, the penis was quite flaccid, but Joe,
with his intimate knowledge of that organ, soon caused it to become
erect. When that occurred, Joe slipped his hand into the waist band
and wrapped his small hand around the firm, stiff organ.

	Joe couldn't resist pumping his hand rhythmically in synch
with the man's movement of his hips. Although he had done this before
with Jay, as they both experimented with Joe's changed sexuality, this
was different. It seemed now he could actually feel just what the man
was feeling... as if this penis in his hand was his own, and it was
indeed pleasurable. Just like before the change. He could feel it and
see it.

	As the strange masturbation continued, Joe began to experience
the now familiar urge to be filled. Joe recognized it as a prelude to
climax. It was as though his new vagina desperately wanted something
inside it. There was a strong need for the muscles there to bear down
on something. It was an intensely powerful sensation, and he fought to
resist the temptation to wrap his legs around that luscious stiff
penis.

	Joe resisted the urge and soon he felt his legs stiffen as he
raised his hips involuntarily. As his sphincter contracted in a cyclic
manner, Joe imagined he saw the man's penis began to ejaculate a white
fluid at exactly the same time. What was this? What was happening?
How was it that this man's penis was so tied to what his own body did?

	There was no denying the orgasm. He was absolutely familiar
with the sensation. Male or female, the result was a pleasing release
of tension. Maybe now there was no ejaculation, but there was still a
strong sensation of release and intense pleasure.

	Suddenly he felt a sensation of being shaken. What was this?
Was the guy starting to touch him? Why now?

	"Joe... Joe... He's waking."

	Joe opened his eyes to see Karen standing at the side of the
bed. What was this? Where was he? Reality dawned. He was in the
hospital bed, and Karen was simply trying to wake him. Did she realize
what was going on? He suddenly realized his hand was inside his own
shorts, but outside his panties. He had been fondling himself,
apparently all the way to climax. He hoped Karen didn't realize what
he had been doing. But there was nothing in her expression to indicate
that.

	"What? He's awake?" Joe stammered in embarrassment.

	"Norm is waking." Karen said again. "He stirred when Dr.
Krell examined him."

	Joe quietly removed his hand from his pants. How embarrassing
to almost get caught masturbating to climax, while asleep, no less.

	He rubbed his crotch, feeling only the smooth panty liner.
Well, at least a clitoris wasn't nearly as conspicuous as the raging
boner it felt like. Joe looked over at the other bed, and noticed that
Norm was not stirring. He looked back at Karen.

	"He opened his eyes and muttered something when Dr. Krell
examined him," she remarked, shrugging her shoulders.

	Joe lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes again. He hoped
that no one had seen him playing with himself. He was under the sheet,
and the lights were quite low on this side of the room. His little
escapade was confusing, like the episode in the locker room. What was
happening? Why was he so horny? What was he really, a male, like his
thoughts, or was he female, like his changed body? It was a difficult
conundrum. His libido was changing, in fact, usually he felt much less
tension than when male levels of testosterone surged through his
veins. He was even starting to like the pleasing sense of well being
he often experienced. But unfortunately, that feeling wasn't always
there, and when it wasn't, his changed system had difficulty coping
with the returning male urges especially the way they felt to his new,
more sensitive nervous system. It was a volatile mixture of male needs
with female sensations and reactions, but it was apparently impossible
to prevent.

	Joe tried to sleep again, but the conversation of the others
was just too distracting, and just too interesting.

	"Yes, those levels are being elevated." He heard Dr. Krell
say. "But like the others, they'll probably come down over time." He
must be discussing some test results with Karen already, Joe thought.
It was amazing how quickly results could be obtained when the
priorities were raised. Of course, this gender changing chromosome
process was pretty interesting and important to the medical community.

	Maybe he should get up again. He looked at his watch. Almost
five AM. Early morning sunlight was beginning to poke through the
closed curtains at the other end of the room. Joe pulled the sheet
away, and discreetly buttoned the front of his shorts as he sat up in
bed. He swung his legs over the side and slid to the floor. Another
day was starting. It would be the first for Norm, and nine days since
he himself had undergone the change.

	Were there new changes in his own body? He always checked in
the morning, and so far there always were. They were becoming more and
more subtle each day, but they were still happening. His breasts
continued to fill out, and his hips got larger, partly from changes in
his pelvic bones, and partly from slowly increasing softness as the
body distributed its small amount of fat in a more feminine pattern.
His body continued to get just a little more rounded and curvier each
day.

	As Joe stood, he straightened his clothes. He looked a mess.
He literally slept in these clothes, and desperately needed a shower.
Surprisingly, the irritation between his legs no longer bothered him.
Maybe things were starting to clear up already. He hoped so. He didn't
need such a strong reminder of his new anatomy.

	Karen looked up and saw Joe standing. "Good morning, sleepy
head!" she said cheerfully, her somewhat deep but feminine voice
always sounded strangely sensual.

	"Good morning." Joe repeated. His own voice had lost its
masculine timbre more than Karen's, who had actually taken voice
classes to make hers seem more feminine.

	"Norm's asleep again." Karen continued. "I hope he wakes
during the next exam. It's in about fifteen minutes."

	"I'm going to the bathroom to clean up a little." Joe
announced.

	"Good idea." Karen teased.

	Joe went into the little accompanying bathroom, with its
handicap toilet and minimal sink. There were only paper towels, but
that would be enough.

	Joe unbuttoned his shorts, lowered his panties, and sat on the
stool. He relieved himself, and wiped carefully. He was glad to find
it didn't hurt. He didn't have any medication with him, and he knew
Dr. Krell told him to use it till it was gone. He'd need to go home to
do that.

	Well, how did he fare for changes this morning? Joe stood
straight at he could and stared into the mirror. No big changes around
his face. He pulled his shoulders back, emphasizing his breasts. Were
they a little bigger today? Hard to tell. He slipped the blouse over
his head and looked again. This bra certainly was getting tighter, so
he probably was still growing. When would it stop? Just how big was
he going to get?

	Joe unhooked the bra and slipped it off. Funny how different
boobs looked when they were your own. It was not nearly as sexy, but
still interesting, how they moved and swayed with every slight
movement. He swiveled his shoulders slightly, watching them and how
almost any movement caused the nipples, his nipples, to become stiff
and pointed.

	He cupped them in his hands, enjoying the softness, and
massaging them to relieve the slight ache in the nipple area. Who'd
have thought I'd ever have these, he thought as he examined them. But
I guess if I'm going to be a woman, I guess I'm going to need them.

	Satisfied that he had the results of the night's changes, Joe
slipped the bra back on, finding the front hook difficult to close.
He'd need to get some new clothes again. Probably a lot, if not all of
his new underwear wouldn't fit soon. The development he was undergoing
had probably made him another couple of inches larger, and maybe soon
even another cup size. He hoped not, he didn't want huge boobs. The
way he was now was just fine.

	Instinctively, Joe ran his hands along his hips, feeling for
any changes in that area. It was hard to tell for sure. He'd need to
use a measuring tape, but he probably was getting a little hippier. He
ran his palms over his buttocks. His tush was getting softer. He was
slowly but definitely loosing the one of the few remaining traces of
his male body, his small butt. Satisfied that he had done all he could
with what he had available, Joe took one last look in the mirror, and
then went back into the hospital room.

	The examination was starting, and Joe got behind Dr. Krell so
he could get a good look at Norm's changes. Karen and Dr. Krell pulled
the sheet away from the still sleeping patient, and gently pulled
Norm's legs apart slightly. No doubt about it, Norm was now all female
in appearance. There was no longer any trace of his masculine
genitalia. He now had a very normal looking pubic area and vulva. The
pelvis had already changed so that his pubic bone was more prominent.
His pubic hair, all Norm's body hair, now followed the feminine
pattern, and hair that had fallen out was all over the bed linen. Norm
still had plenty of hair on his legs. Like Joe, he'd need to shave
them to look as he thought all women always looked. He had never even
seen a woman with unshaven legs until he saw himself that first
morning.

	At Dr. Krell's direction, Karen pulled Norm's gown up and
away, exposing his upper body. There too, except for his underarms,
Norm had lost all the coarse hair. Except for a light fuzz, he was now
completely hairless.

	But, he had breasts. Already Norm's breast tissue was quite
extensive. He probably was already as well endowed as Joe, and the
newly formed breasts were very firm, showing no virtually sign of sag.
Since they were hours old, gravity had no time to affect them, and
they were almost perfect in appearance. Norm would be most impressed,
Joe thought.

	Dr. Krell began to touch Norm and manipulate him when Norm
began to stir.

	"OK... OK... I'll have that in the morning... I'' get back to
you." Norm was obviously dreaming... and true to form, it sounded like
business.

	Dr. Krell shook Norm's shoulder slightly attempting to wake
him. Norm stirred... He opened his eyes, first only slightly, then
very wide.

	"What's going on?" He asked, sounding surprised.

	"Norm, It's me. Joe, Joe Bates. Do you feel OK?"

	Norm looked at them, obviously trying to regain his thoughts.

	The little hospital gown was still drawn up around his
shoulders, and when Norm sat up slightly, he saw his naked body, and
his new shape. Norm raised his hand to touch himself, and then
realized even his hand was changed too. He held it to within a foot of
his face and stared at it. Then he remembered the other changes. He
looked down at his breasts, and felt them with his hand as if not
believing they were really part of him. He moved his hand lower, to
his pubic hair, and slowly, carefully traced along the new shape with
his fingers. He moved his legs further apart, then ran his fingers
down between his legs, his face relaying his amazement at what he was
feeling.

	Norm was no longer a sixty year old man. At least he sure
didn't look like one. The radio energy of the cage had given him the
body of a woman. A woman who looked no more than thirty, or maybe a
youthful forty years old.

	It was what he wanted. It was what he had hoped for. But it
was still a shock to suddenly discover that he know had it. Norm
didn't say a word. He kept moving one hand, then the other, to his
changed parts. It was as if he didn't believe what he was seeing or
what he was feeling.

	Finally he spoke. "I guess it worked. I'm a woman."

	"That's right," Dr. Krell said, smiling proudly. No matter
what he said previously, he was obviously pleased too.

	"I'm a woman," Norm repeated. "I'm really a woman."

	"And everything seems satisfactory so far," Dr. Krell advised.
Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

	"Discomfort? No, I feel fine, pretty good, really."

	"I'm very glad to hear that," Dr. Krell announced.

	"But I really do need to pee." Norm rubbed his genital area,
probably wondering what urination would be like without a penis. "Can
I get up?"

	"Certainly," Dr. Krell said.

	Karen began to pull the gown back down. "I can do that," Norm
said, a little irritation showing in his only slightly changed voice.
Just like Joe and the other changelings, Norm's voice would probably
get a lot more feminine sounding as the days went by. Those kind of
changes seemed to occur gradually.

	Norm stood. The changes had caused his balance to change
slightly, and he wasn't used t that yet. He placed a hand on the side
of the bed to steady himself. Norm felt the sensation of gravity as it
tugged at the new appendages on his chest. He raised both hands to his
breasts just as Joe often did, as if in wonder at the soft mounds of
flesh that had sprouted there. Norm saw the others watching, and
suddenly began to feel self-conscious.

	He excused himself and went into the bathroom. Joe knew he'd
probably be checking out that new body, in private, in front of the
small mirror. He knew exactly how Norm was feeling.

	In moments, Joe heard the tinkle as Norm relieved himself.
Then there was silence for a long while. In maybe ten minutes, Norm
came back out. The features on his changed face became red when he saw
knowing smiles on their faces.

	"I just had to look," He apologized, only slightly embar-
rassed. "Everything is just so much better than I had hoped."

	"We still need to take some blood and tissue samples." Dr.
Krell said.

	"Then what?" Norm asked. "What do I do today?"

	"After another physical, I suppose you are free to go," Dr.
Krell decided, "but I think you should stay here again tonight."

	"I guess you'll want to get clothes that fit," Joe said, half
jokingly. He knew that the things Norm had brought, the stuff back in
his room, would no longer be satisfactory. Not only would they
probably not fit, but his now more youthful appearance was all wrong
for the styles.

	Norm looked at Joe. He gave a wink. Norm was one happy guy.
Or gal.

	"Can we go shopping this afternoon, Joe?" Norm asked.

	Joe considered the request. He knew how afraid he was the
first time he went out in public with his new body. There was
absolutely no way to hide the changes, especially when you were trying
to buy things like underwear. Already, Joe had adjusted to it, to
being able to wear silky things, and he loved the way they made him
feel. Unlike Norm, his femininity was unasked for, but he found it
pleasant nonetheless.

	Joe desperately wanted to go home and shower. Then maybe a
change of clothes, and he'd be ready to go. Those few hours of sleep
must have been enough. That, along with the excitement of Norm's
transition elevating his adrenaline, had driven fatigue from his
brain. "Yeah, I think we can do that," he agreed. He needed to get
some new things for himself anyway.

	Dr. Krell continued his physical examination, and Joe decided
to head for home. Linda would still be there, and he wanted to tell
her what had happened overnight. "I think I'll go home and clean up.
I'll be back in two or three hours."

	"OK, Joe," Norm said. "I'll be waiting for you right here."

	Joe gave the smaller, softer Norm Peterson a pat on the back
and a big grin. "You're looking fantastic, Norm," he said as he left
the room.

Article 91397 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 42)
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 1995 18:09:43 GMT

			      Chapter 42

	Joe walked through the quiet house to his room, listening for
signs of activity from Linda. He heard no sound. Seeing the bed, he
considered how wonderful it would feel just to lay down and sleep a
while. The night had been long and exciting, but the few hours of
fitful sleep just hadn't been enough.

	It was still early, but Linda was in the bathroom, getting
ready for work. She probably hadn't even heard Joe come in.

	In one easy movement, Joe pulled the little top over his head.
He reached between the cups and unhooked the tight fitting bra. It
felt great to slip the dainty little thing off. He rubbed his breasts,
partly because he liked to feel the softness, and partly because they
felt so good when he massaged them.

	Sitting on the bed, Joe unbuttoned the shorts and pulled them
off. He left the panties on and lay back on the pillows, closing his
eyes.

	It would certainly feel good to get some more sleep. Almost
twenty four hours had passed since he last showered, and Joe felt
uncomfortably sticky all over. Bending to place his nose to his
armpit, he checked for any sign of body odor. Nothing detectable.

	Joe's body was now totally alien and yet surprisingly familiar
to him.

	Shaved armpits still seemed amazingly smooth, even now while
they were beginning to show a little stubble. The soft sleekness still
felt kind of neat.

	But this chest... Joe looked at himself. Was he ever going get
used to being like this? How could anybody? These things were real. It
wasn't silicone in there. His own flesh and blood, though in a very
different shape. Very different. What had once been a wide, fairly
muscular chest had become soft. And round. Most of the change occurred
over-night, but some was still happening. Complete feminization had
left Joe with contours a real woman would be proud of. It was as if he
had always been this way. But he knew that wasn't true. He had become
a combination of unfamiliar changes, with many things that were
familiar.

	He moved his hand along the soft side of his left breast,
inspecting the old, tiny scar where a broken mirror on his Honda motor
bike cut him when he dropped it on its side. He was just sixteen. That
was fourteen years ago. His future was so very different then. The
skinny teenage boy with all the cuts and scrapes would have
practically donated a kidney just to touch tits like these. Now, he
didn't have to do anything. They were his own. A part of him.

	Of course, it wasn't just breasts. He knew the other changes
were probably even more significant. He ran a hand between his legs.
No balls there anymore. His testicles, like his penis, had pulled a
vanishing act. And Joe found the resultant reduction of testosterone
alleviated the underlying sensation of sexual tension he didn't even
realize was affecting him. But now, now that it gradually stopped, at
least most of the time, Joe actually enjoyed the pleasant, the mellow
feeling his new body chemistry usually provided. The intermittent
flashes he also experienced sometimes were just his body trying to
accommodate changing glandular secretions.

	Joe's body had become female looking, that was plain enough.
But his mind... that had certainly undergone changes too, but Joe knew
he still remembered everything from before and, for the most part,
still preferred the same attractions.

	And some of those attractions were women.

	That was difficult. It was completely weird to experience
familiar male urges, but possess no way to consummate them.

	In addition, this changed body seemed to have acquired new
desires and needs. His brain might have a problem admitting it, but
his new body liked men.

	At first, simple curiosity caused Joe to experiment. His
friend Jay had shown enough prurient interest in the strange phenomena
that had changed Joe that he allowed the newly created woman to
shamelessly use him as a sex object. It was probably mutual curiosity,
but for Joe, it served to open his eyes to his new sexual needs and
responses. And he could hardly believe what he discovered.

	Although Joe found their quick, awkward, initial coupling a
bit painful, it eventually became tolerable, and he couldn't wait to
try it again.

	A request for Joe to meet with the president of Honeybone soon
gave him that opportunity. He easily talked Jay to fly along with him
to Minneapolis. They met with Norm Peterson for a short time, and
then spent the evening together in bed.

	This time was much different. Jay was able to sustain his
erection much longer, and Joe soon discovered the gratifying
experience of multiple orgasm. Sexual arousal was now more diffuse,
with powerful sensations all over the whole body, not just primarily
the genitals, as it was for a male. Erotic excitement kept them at it
much of the night and it was only the soreness of overuse that made
Joe stop wanting more. Jay had performed amazingly, and Joe couldn't
help but be impressed by his remarkable sexual endurance.

	Joe never thought he would ever be so impressed with his pal's
prowess, but he had to admit, allowing for short naps to recharge, Jay
had actually outlasted him in their escapade.

	There was a significant difference. Orgasm after orgasm, for
Joe, there was no longer that feeling of tremendous fatigue following
ejaculation. Rather than just a sudden, sharp increase in pleasure,
soon followed by semen erupting from the penis, then a powerful urge
to sleep, Joe discovered that his changed body now responded first
with an intense need to be filled. That was the only way he could
describe it. His crotch... with that little clitoris that seemed get
rock hard, stiff as the biggest boner he ever had, though he had to
look carefully just to see it, and then, lower down, his vagina, that
unfamiliar new part of him, desperately begged for something inside to
bear down on. It was a strange but wonderfully pleasing feeling. When
presented with an actual firm penis for those new muscles to squeeze
on, the overall sensation was exquisite. Another warm feeling in the
pelvis and it was time to start over again, each subsequent climax
feeling just a little better than the last.

	Joe developed interesting ways to help Jay perform again and
again. Finally, after ten or twelve lovemaking sessions, each
resulting in at least one explosive climax for Joe, they reluctantly
concluded. Jay was worn out, practically pumped dry. Joe found his new
genital opening so painfully sore he couldn't even touch himself, much
less tolerate Jay's much rougher pawing.

	Finally, they actually attempted a few hours sleep. Joe
discovered he actually enjoyed the weirdly pleasant, secure feel of
Jay holding him in his arms as they both slept. It should have been
embarrassing for them, but instead, it just felt right. And good.

	Joe placed a hand on his soft, bare breast, imagining Jay
touching him. Sometimes, when Jay was tired, he would caress Joe's
body just right. Usually though, Jay just fondled Joe's new boobs as
if he was inspecting for lumps or something. When he did that, it
didn't feel good at all. But other times, when he used slow, gentle
strokes, ending near, but not right on, the sensitive areola around
the nipple, that now already familiar sensation of a direct connection
from breast to penis, or clitoris rather, made itself known. Soon,
Joe's vaginal area became wet as if he had urinated.

	There was very little easily visible in that area. Joe found
he needed a mirror to see everything down there, but there was
certainly plenty of sensation. Joe loved the feel of his new
genitalia. The nerves of his penis were generally still there, but now
there was more. Lower down, new labia minora replaced, but still felt
much like, his scrotum. The dark pink folds of tissue probably
contained most of the nerves of his scrotum too. There was also the
additional sensation of a vaginal spincter. Sometimes, usually, Joe
couldn't even feel that. Only when he flexed the muscle, which he did
by tightening everything as if attempting to stop the flow of urine,
he could really sense this significant difference in his anatomy.

	But there was still another difference.

	Joe moved his hand back to his crotch. He traced the slightly
raised prominence of the pubic bone. It felt so much larger now than
before... when he was male. He moved his fingers lower, feeling the
sleekness of his new shape.

	The crisp feel of a panty-liner reminded Joe of the vaginitis.

	It didn't hurt, itch, or burn anymore. Surprisingly, all
irritation was gone, as fast as it appeared. Joe remembered Dr. Krell
had advised him to apply the medication until it was completely used
up, even if all symptoms completely subsided, or the problem might
reappear.

	He was way behind on another application already.

	Joe moved his fingers along the panties narrow crotch strip.
He just didn't think a woman's body should feel like this... so much
like a man's... so male. There was no longer the bulge of a penis and
all that, but really... it just wasn't all that different.

	But there's a real vagina under this soft fabric. Joe slid a
finger under the narrow elastic leg opening. He ran it along short,
soft pubic hair, and then felt for his sensitive labia.

	His thoughts and touch had already made him wet, and he
touched the dampness of his body as well as the wet liner.

	He gently probed upward until he found his throbbing clit.
Touching it made him involuntarily move his knees back together for a
moment. Keeping it on the tiny nub of flesh, Joe moved his finger
almost imperceptibly. It was so darn sensitive there! As if all the
nerves in the tip of his penis were compressed into that little button
of flesh, and it seemed his fingers could touch every one of them just
by barely moving.

	This is how it is to be female... to have a woman's body, Joe
mused. No wonder Norm wanted one so badly... Surely this was the way a
human was really meant to be... to feel.

	Joe continued, gently probing with his index finger until it
was inside him to the second joint. Feeling brave enough to
experiment, he felt the vaginal spincter contract strongly as he tried
to draw his finger inside himself. One finger just wasn't enough, so
he added another, and by doing so, he could exert a small amount of
pressure on them. The sensation was good, from both sides.

	What ever he had become, he wasn't a man anymore. Here he was,
laying on the bed, fondling... fingering himself. Experiencing
sensations no male could ever know.

	Laying there, eyes closed, Joe relished the pleasure his body
provided.

	Suddenly, there was an almost imperceptible knock at the door.

	"Joe. Joe, are you home?" Linda called.

	Joe jolted awake as the door opened slowly.

	He quickly removed the hand from his underwear.

	Linda poked her head in the door.

	"Ahh... You are here. I thought I heard you come home." Linda
said, smiling.

	She saw Joe lying on the bad, practically naked.

	"My, you look comfortable." She teased.

	"I hardly got any sleep last night." Joe said truthfully.

	"Really? What was so important?" Linda asked.

	"Norm Peterson." Joe explained. "He tried the cage, and now
he's as female as you are. As WE are, I guess."

	"Norm Peterson?" Linda exclaimed. "The President of your
company? Now he's been changed too?"

	"That's right." Joe admitted. "The cage works. And it works
fast."

	"Norm Peterson is fifty or sixty years old, isn't he?" Linda
asked.

	"That's right." Joe said. "But he doesn't look it anymore."

	"You mean he's younger looking too, like you?" Linda asked.

	"Yeah. I guess he looks more like forty or so, I guess. Large
breasts too." Joe added.

	"Large breasts?" Linda repeated. "Norm Peterson has boobs?"

	"He's really not a man anymore, remember." Joe continued.
"He's been changed female, just like the rest of us."

	"How did that happen to the President of the Company. In the
middle of the night?" Linda asked.

	"He wanted to try it, and it worked." Joe said simply.

	"He risked the possibility of having his gender permanently
changed?" Linda asked incredulously. "Is he crazy?"

	"He wanted it to work." Joe explained. "I think he really
wanted to make the change. And he did."

	Linda looked at Joe.

	"Is being male really so terrible that a man would want to
give it up any time they get the opportunity?" Linda asked.

	"Some probably would." Joe answered.

	"How about you, Joe?" Linda continued.

	"I didn't ask for this." Joe countered, saying nothing else.

	"But it happened." Linda retorted. "And now it looks like you
might be female for a long time."

	"Maybe forever." Joe agreed.

	"Would you change back right now, if you could?" Linda asked
suddenly.

	Joe looked into her eyes. Had it become that obvious?

	"I really don't know." He said truthfully.

	"You really like being a girl, don't you." Linda continued.

	Joe smiled.

	"Maybe I do." He admitted. "Maybe I'm just starting to get
used to the whole thing."

	Linda looked down at this man, her fiancee, who looked back
with bright eyes... That attractive, very feminine body... Those pert
breasts, bouncing slightly when he/she spoke.

	"Just where does that leave us, Joe?" She asked.

	Joe stared into her eyes. He had been wondering the same thing
for days.

	"I wish I could answer that." Joe said. "But I don't even know
all the questions yet."

	"I love you, you know that." Linda continued. "But I know what
I really love is the male you. The old you. I'm trying to accept what
you are now... what you've become... but... "

	"You think our relationship has become homosexual... " Joe
interrupted.

	"I don't know... I know it's still you... I know that...
But... Look at you. What you've become... We can't be the same as
before." Linda stammered.

	"Yeah... I know." Joe agreed. "It's still me. You may not
believe it, but I still feel like a guy sometimes." He smiled.

	"I love you... I want you... Just like before." Joe continued.
"I know it isn't the same. I'm not the same. Hardly."

	"You may feel like a guy, but just take a look in the mirror.
You sure don't look like one." Linda said.

	Joe smiled. "I know what I look like." He said. "I look like a
girl... a woman... and maybe I even feel like one too, I guess. But I
also know still love you."

	"But not like before, right?" Linda added. "Joe, I see the
look in your eyes. You're a woman now, and you actually like it. You
like guys too, don't you?"

	"Sometimes." Joe conceded. "Sometimes I do. I guess it's the
physical changes or something. I really can't help it."

	"And neither can I." Linda reminded him. "Joe, I want a man
too. Surely you realize... "

	"What do you want me to do?" Joe asked. "I'll move out right
now, if that's what you want."

	"No... No, it's not that... I want you to say. I like you
here." Linda answered. "I don't want you to leave."

	"Then, what do you want?" Joe asked. "You know I can't change
what has happened.

	Linda smiled.

	"I know that, and I know this is hard for you." Linda said.
"But I want things back the way they were."

	"And you think I don't?" Joe countered.

	"Do you have to be so damn cute?" Linda asked, cracking a big
grin.

	"Cute?" Joe repeated. "You think I'm trying to look cute?"

	"Damn it Joe, just look at you." Linda complained. "I wish I
looked that good in high school. Not an ounce of fat anywhere."

	Joe swung his hip out so Linda could see.

	"Look at these." He said. "They've been getting bigger each
day."

	"Hah!" Linda snorted. "You're thirty years old, remember? But
now you're more like eighteen. Don't tell me about big hips. You've
got a long way to go. Just look at those boobs. Just what do you
want?"

	"I'm a guy, remember?" Joe reminded her. "I'm not supposed to
have these."

	Joe pushed his breasts together with his hands, emphasizing
moderate, but firm, cleavage.

	"Of course, I guess they just might come in handy, now that I
got this." He said, rubbing his right hand down his belly, over the
panties, and between his legs.

	Linda stopped and looked at him.

	"I'm sorry." She said suddenly. "You're right. It's not you're
fault, is it?"

	"Well, nobody asked me, near as I can remember." Joe said,
snickering.

	"I'm sorry." Linda repeated. "I didn't want to hurt you, Joe."

	Just like a real woman, Joe thought, blaming herself for
everything that happens.

	"Linda, stop that." Joe demanded. "What happened to me isn't
you're fault. So stop apologizing for it."

	"But I hurt you." Linda argued. "I was actually feeling
jealous of you. Of how you look. I shouldn't have said those things."

	"Hey, if I'm going to be a woman, I guess I'll have to get
used to things like that." Joe said. "But women always apologize, and
it harms all of you... All of us."

	But... I was cruel... " Linda objected.

	"Linda, you're one of the most self confident women I know...
that's one of the things I've always liked about you." Joe cut her
off. "But sometimes you're just like most women, apologizing for
everything... stuff you have no control over."

	"What do you mean... "

	"Surely you can see you're doing it?" Joe teased. "I may not
have balls anymore, but it won't make me start acting like that."

	"Is that how you acted with Jay?" Linda shot back, referring
to their night together, which she discovered, and Joe admitted to.

	Joe felt the flush of embarrassment come to his cheeks.

	In one quick movement, he moved his knees apart and placed his
hand on his crotch.

	"I just match the job with the tools." Joe joked, trying to
recover his composure.

	Linda shook her head in amazement and smiled.

	"You are surely something, Joe Bates." She said.

	"And cute, too." Joe added, gently shaking his breasts from
side to side.

	Linda came to the bed and sat next to Joe.

	"What are we going to do?" Linda asked again.

	"God, Linda, I wish I knew." Joe answered, suddenly becoming
serious.

	"If we can't be lovers, I hope we can stay best friends or
something... I mean... we were planning to spend our lives together.
That's got to be more powerful than my masculinity." Joe continued.

	Linda bent down and slowly kissed Joe on the lips.

	For Joe the feeling was familiar, but it lacked much of the
old pizzazz. He wondered what it was like for Linda.

	Before he could ask, Linda put her arms around Joe's back and
pulled his body to her. His bare breasts pressed against Linda, who
wore a seamless cup bra beneath a satin blouse. The soft slickness of
her clothes felt good, even to Joe's somewhat sensitive, almost sore,
nipples.

	Linda's tongue probed Joe's mouth, and the animal eroticism of
her actions were still capable of making him excited.

	Joe allowed her toying, and calmly reciprocated. It wasn't as
exciting as it once was, but still, the intimate closeness was quite
enjoyable.

	Linda suddenly pulled away and looked at Joe.

	"Do you like it when I do this?" She asked.

	"Of course I do." Joe replied. "Why shouldn't I?" He asked.

	"You just don't seem the same... act the same." Linda
explained.

	"I'm not the same." Joe said logically. "You know that."

	"Then it isn't the same for you?" Linda asked.

	"No, not really." Joe conceded. "But I still like to do it,
don't you?"

	"I like being with you." Linda admitted. "But you are so
different now. I don't know how you can do it."

	Joe grinned.

	"It's not that hard really." He admitted. "I just let my self
go."

	"But you're a woman." Linda countered.

	"My body may have turned female, but my head can still
remember what it's like to be a guy."

	"You must be going through a strange kind of hell, Joe" Linda
offered.

	"Not really." Joe replied, trying to look smug. In fact, I
find everything quite interesting." He put his hand to his breast,
rubbing both his own and Linda's nipples. Her blouse felt so silky to
his touch.

	"I think I'm going to have to get a shirt like that." Joe
commented. "I love the way it feels." He smiled.

	"It's a blouse." Linda corrected. "And I got it at
Goldwater's."

	It was strange talking like this to Linda. One minute acting
like a horny guy, the next talking about clothes. Linda was finding
weird too.

	"Norm wants to go shopping this afternoon, maybe I'll just get
myself one." Joe said, only half joking.

	"Why not?" Linda agreed. "Honeybone owes you all the clothes
you need, right?"

	"They'll reimburse me, I guess." Joe admitted. "And I do need
to get some more stuff. I'm still changing, I think, and some things
already don't fit very good already." He held up the bra by the strap,
grinning sheepishly.

	"You're still getting bigger?" Linda asked.

	"Not a lot." Joe said. "But this thing sure feels tight."

	"Next time, choose one with a little more Spandex." Linda
offered, turning practical again. "It'll stretch better than that
cotton one."

	"Yeah." Joe agreed. "I'm learning... I'm learning.

	"You're doing fantastic." Linda admitted.

	"For a dumb girl, maybe." Joe teased.

	Linda looked into Joe's eyes.

	"Sometimes I think what has happened is my fault." Linda said.
"You don't realize how many times I've wished this kind of thing on
you."

	She thought of the times when they had argued about the way
males and females are treated different in our society. Joe didn't
share Linda's feelings in the subject. Now, Joe truly was getting a
chance to learn first hand.

	"We now know exactly what caused it." Joe said. "And you may
have got you're wish, but you certainly didn't cause it." He smiled.

	"I'm sorry, Joe." Linda said. "I didn't really mean it."

	"Yes you did." Joe corrected. "And realize I deserved it too."

	"It must be so hard... " Linda went on.

	"At first, it was." Joe stopped her. "But not now. When I
watched Norm going through the change last night... Only then did I
completely appreciate just what happened to me." He continued to idly
stroke his breast as he spoke.

	Linda backed away. She looked at Joe's body.

	"You really like those things, don't you?" She asked,
grinning.

	"Hey, right now, I'd love to make love to you just like
always, if I could." Joe objected. "But since that's impossible, I
might as well make do." He grinned to hide his embarrassment.

	"I've got to get to work." Linda said. "I have a showing this
morning. What are you going to do today? Do you have to go to work?"

	"I'll go in later." Joe answered. "Norm is still at Hillcrest.
I think they'll let him out later, so he can get some clothes."

	"It's so weird, isn't it?" Linda mused. "This guy... This
sixty-year-old man... He sits in this little room for a few minutes,
and now his life is changed forever."

	"Yeah, it is a little hard to accept." Joe admitted. "But
that's really what's happening."

	"And today, you're going to take him out shopping... Joe Bates
is taking SOMEONE ELSE shopping?" Linda asked incredulously.

	"Yeah. That's a kick in the head too, ain't it." Joe conceded.

	"For sure." Linda agreed.

	Linda rose from the bed, and looked back at Joe, who still lay
there, wearing only panties.

	"Well Sleeping Beauty, don't work too hard shopping today."
She advised jealously. "I wish I could go along, I'd love to see you
two at it today."

	"I wish you could go." Joe admitted. "When do you get off?"

	Linda thought a minute.

	"If things go real well, I might be free be a little after
One. I'll probably take my clients to lunch." She said.

	"I'll give you a call." Joe said quickly. "We sure could use
your advice."

	"You might be right." Linda said, walking out of the room.
"See you later, Joe."

	"Bye, Linda." Joe called out. For the first time, they had
parted without kissing. Their relationship was truly becoming more
"best-friend"... sister-like. The idea distressed Joe, but it was
probably inevitable.


	When Linda left, Joe lay on the bed a while, trying to decide
if he should sleep a bit, or clean up first, then take a nap. He
finally decided that he really wanted a shower, and besides, he needed
to treat that yeast infection.

	Joe went into the bathroom. He removed the panties and sat on
the commode. After relieving himself, he stood and examined his
reflection in the mirror. It was easy to tell that his pelvis was
continuing toward the female shape. Perhaps his shoulders might be
getting smaller too, but there was no doubt that his hips were wider.
There could be no stopping his transition to complete femininity, but
Joe no longer wanted it to stop. He was quickly becoming resigned to
spending the rest of his life as a woman.

	Or, at least a mature girl, Joe thought as he examined his new
body. So young looking. It was difficult to admit, but he didn't look
a day over eighteen, and his complexion grew smoother and softer each
day.

	Joe wondered how Norm would fare in the fountain-of-youth
segment of the transition. He already looked much younger, though not
as young as the others, who were actually not as old anyway.

	Not yet anyway.

	Joe went to the shower and started the spray. When it was
warm, he stepped in and closed the glass doors.

	The warm spray felt so refreshing. He turned around and let
the water hit his body, covering his sensitive breasts with his hands
as they were hit by the sharp spray.

	Joe carefully soaped himself and then took the shower head
from the holder. By strategically maneuvering the spray, he was able
to rinse himself, and also enjoy the pleasant feel of the water as it
lightly caressed the intimate areas of his body.

	Closing his eyes, Joe held the wand to his crotch, letting the
spray tickle his clit. The liquid massage felt good, but it wasn't
going to result in a climax, he could tell, so he moved the spray
lower and with his fingers, spread the opening to allow the spray to
enter his vagina. That felt kind if strange. It didn't hurt though,
and Joe thought it might help his infection.

	At least he'd be really clean internally.

	Finishing up, Joe turned off the water and stepped out of the
shower. He toweled off quickly, then took the tube of vaginal
medication and its applicator from the counter top. Filling the
applicator as directed, Joe inserted it and injected the medication
into his body. When that was accomplished, he took the tube of anti-
itch cream and rubbed some of that on his external vaginal area, even
though it didn't itch anymore. Dr. Krell told him to use all the
medication in the prescription, and he didn't want the terrible itch
or burn to return, so he followed orders.

	Done. Protected for another day. He hoped he'd never have this
horrible problem again.

	Joe went into the bedroom and opened the dresser drawer where
he kept his underwear. Selecting a rather demure pair of blue cotton
bikini panties, the last of his new ones, Joe took them into the
bathroom to get another pantiliner. When he had that, he pulled the
panties on and went back to the bed to get a little rest.

	The shower left him feeling clean and refreshed. Joe lay down
and soon was asleep.

	He had probably slept a couple of hours when something made
him wake up. He looked at the clock radio.

	Ten thirty AM.

	Should he get up?

	He felt rested, and Joe knew Norm would be anxious to see him.
Joe was curious as to how his new friend was faring.

	Joe rolled out of bed and went to his closet, wondering what
to wear for the afternoon shopping excursion.

	Just like a woman, Joe thought.

	As a guy, he never gave the clothes he wore much thought.
Jeans and maybe a knit shirt, usually. Now it was different. What kind
of underwear... Shorts... A skirt... What kind of top? A blouse, or
maybe a T-shirt?

	Joe wasn't ready for a skirt, so shorts it would be. He
selected a pair of fairly short white shorts and pulled them on. They
fit fine, but Joe examined them in the mirror, wondering if they were
too casual for a shopping trip.

	He decided he looked OK, but it was hard to concentrate while
not wearing a shirt or bra. It was evident that even his own breasts
were interesting to him. Joe wondered if real women found their own
breasts as interesting. He gave them a quick, firm squeeze, then went
to the underwear drawer to select a bra. Remembering what Linda said,
Joe passed up the simple cotton ones and chose the sole remaining
seamless stretch underwire that looked like one of Linda's. He liked
it best anyway.

	After deftly slipping the bra on, Joe decided on a red cotton
sleeveless top. He was glad he had allowed himself to make some
impulsive purchases on previous shopping trips. If not, he wouldn't
even have the minimal choices he now enjoyed. Of course, he could
probably raid Linda's closet, but he really didn't want to do that.
Not yet anyway.

	Now dressed, Joe again went to the mirror to check his
appearance.

	Yeah... Pretty good, he thought.

	Joe took his brush and ran it through his short but
lengthening hair, trying to make it look as feminine as possible. It
would be better when it grew out a little more.

	Joe was ready. Joe went to get a little handbag and checked
that wallet and keys were in it. He was getting accustomed to carrying
the little bag, no longer always feeling self concious to have it in
his hand.

	It was a little after eleven when Joe left his room, ready to
drive to Hillcrest.

	He drove over and went straight to Norm's private section of
the small hospital.

	Norm was there, as was Karen.

	Karen still looked amazingly fresh. Joe wondered how she did
it.

	Norm's eyes lit up when he saw Joe.

	"Joe. I'm glad you came back." He said cheerfully. It was
evident that Norm Peterson had become a very happy woman.

	"I took a shower and got a few hours sleep." Joe said. "I came
back as soon as I could."

	"Dr. Krell said it would be OK for me to go out." Norm said.
"I'm dying to try some clothes on this new body.

	The hours since Joe had last seen Norm had continued to change
the man from an aging male, to a young looking female who was
obviously continuing to get still more youthful looking. Instead of
looking maybe forty, as he had when Joe last saw him, Norm wan now
more like a woman in her thirties. His skin was even smoother than
before, and almost all the lines had been erased from his face. Joe
would not have recognized him if he hadn't known.

	Norm Peterson probably looked more like he might be his
attractive daughter than the sixty-year-old male he was.

	It was almost unbelievable, and no one was more amazed than
Norm himself.

	The women's clothes Norm brought along obviously didn't fit,
and it appeared that Karen might have loaned him some things. Loose
fitting gym shorts and a print T-shirt served to hide Norm's ever more
youthful curves.

	But clothes didn't hide the wide grin on Norm's face.

	"Just look at these legs, Joe." Norm said proudly. He had
obviously shaved them, and they were smooth and shiny.

	"Lookin good!" Joe said. He already had trouble relating to
Norm as a man, his appearance had become so totally feminine, and he
realized how others thought of him now too.

	They both looked like women in every way. And they were women,
at least physically.

	"Are you ready to help me get some clothes?" Norm asked.
"Karen loaned me these, but I simply can't wait to buy some of my
own."

	"Yeah, I'll go with you." Joe said, trying not to sound too
enthused. In reality, he was anxious to see Norm try on feminine
fashions.

	"I'd go along, but Dr. Krell wants me to run some samples
through the lab." Karen interrupted. "I'd love to go with you."

	"Linda said she might be able to come along after one-
o'clock." Joe added.

	"Who's Linda?" Norm asked.

	"Linda's my girlfriend... She was my fiancee." Joe explained.
"I'm currently staying at her house. She's been trying to help me
through this."

	"Your fiancee is helping you adjust to being female?" Norm
asked. "That's kind of strange, isn't it?"

	"And just what about this whole thing do you feel is in any
way normal?" Joe asked, the grin showing as he considered what Norm
just said.



	"I guess you're right." Norm conceded. "This is an
extraordinary event, isn't it?"

	Norm was so euphoric over what happened that he was unable to
maintain the manner of the major company executive that he was.

	"We should get the MRI images back in a few minutes." Karen
interrupted. "I'm sure you'll want to see those."

	"I certainly do." Norm agreed. He looked at Joe.

	"Dr. Krell thinks I've become completely female, all the to my
chromosomes."

	"And how do you like it so far?" Joe asked, though the answer
was obvious.

	"My God, Joe, isn't it wonderful?" Norm said, almost singing,
his new higher pitched voice obviously still unfamiliar to him.

	"I think it is kind of interesting." Joe agreed.

	If Norm found femininity this good already, how would he feel
when his hormones adjusted to match his changed gonads.

	"Interesting?" Norm asked incredulously. "Surely it's more
than that."

	Joe looked at the perky woman standing before him. It was
impossible to think of her as the older man he was just last night.

	"I guess it's a lot different for you than me." Joe said. "I'm
still getting accustomed to the idea."

	"Just look at this!" Norm exclaimed, sticking his chest out,
making braless, youthfully firm breasts show plainly through the T-
shirt.

	"It's great to be female!" Norm continued. "And even better to
feel young again!"

	Joe suddenly realized the fountain-of-youth aspects of the
change were probably a much larger part of the whole phenomena the
older you were when it occurred.

	Norm had lost at least twenty or thirty years from his
appearance, and if the physical effects were anything like they were
for Joe, his body had become much more flexible as well as soft and
feminine.

	A woman wearing a white nurses uniform walked into the open
door and handed a large manila envelope to Karen. The MRI films had
arrived.

	They all went over to Karen, who quickly opened the metal
clasp and slid out the X-ray like images.

	The monochrome images were frontal and side views of Norm's
lower torso, showing the internal pelvic organs.

	A shadow-like outline showed the body, approximately centering
on the crotch. Norm's new vagina was displayed as a darkened area, and
even the uterus and ovaries were plainly outlined. They were obviously
not the images of a male body.

	Norm looked at this irrefutable evidence of his new femininity
with great seriousness.

	The films made it plain that the changes to his body were far
more than skin deep. Joe saw Norm touch his crotch as he looked at the
pictures. He had done the same thing when presented with his own
pictures. It was sobering to be shown that you suddenly possessed the
internal organs necessary to conceive a child.

	"Well... It looks like my prostate problem is cured." Norm
quipped, trying to break the sudden silence as they examined the
films.

	"I know what it's like." Joe said, wanting Norm to realize
that the same thing happened to him and he understood.

	Norm innocently cupped his vulva with his hand, and looked at
Joe.

	"That cage is a powerful thing, isn't it." Norm said very
seriously. It was as if he had suddenly realized the extent of what
had happened to them both.

	"Sure." Joe agreed. "You better like what it does, because
what it does is permanent, I think."

	"Well, I like what it did to me." Norm said suddenly, as if
the question had been raised.

	"That's good, because, at least for now, it can't be undone."
Karen interjected.

	"And, since were stuck like this, maybe we should go shopping,
and get you some new clothes." Joe joked.

	"I can hardly wait!" Norm said excitedly. "This whole thing is
like a dream. I keep waiting for somebody to pinch me and I'll wake
up."

	"I've been dreaming the same dream for a week if that's the
way it is." Joe said. "I'm convinced it's real life."

	"Well, let's get going." Norm said. "Where should we try
first?"

	"I think the mall would be best, don't you? Joe suggested.
"That way we'll have lots of choices."

	Norm looked down at himself. He wore gym shorts, loose T-
shirt, and some old sandals borrowed from Karen. Pretty average grunge
wear.

	"What should I wear?" He asked.

	"What you have on will do." Joe suggested. "We can get
everything you need at the mall. I think you'll find it quite
interesting."

	"I'm sure I will!" Norm said enthusiastically. "I can hardly
wait!" He repeated.

	Let's get going then." Joe ordered, walking to the door.

	Norm followed close behind.

	"Should we use your car, or mine?" Norm asked.

	"We can take mine." Joe said. "I think we'll have enough room
for all the stuff we buy. If we don't, we can always make another
load."

	They went to the parking lot and as they walked past the
nurses station, Joe could see the self concious look on Norm's face.

	Norm generally looked like a normal woman in every way but his
walk. In addition, his mannerisms sometimes seemed strange and often
gave away the fact that underneath he had been male for almost sixty
years. But his appearance was so complete, no one could have ever
guessed that.

	When they entered Joe's sports car, Norm obviously had a
slight problem with the way the shoulder belt crossed his sensitive
new breasts. He finally positioned the strap between the soft mounds.

	Norm saw Jay watching and grinned sheepishly.

	"I'm still getting accustomed to these things." Norm said,
obviously embarrassed.

	"Yeah, I am too." Joe admitted. "It's a little different,
ain't it?"

	"That's for sure." Norm agreed. "But I do love it. I simply
love it."

	Joe drove the short distance to the shopping mall. They locked
the car and walked into the large complex. Norm walked slightly
behind.

	"Don't be nervous." Joe said calmly. "Everything will be OK."

	"I'm scared to death." Norm declared. "What if they can tell
I'm a guy?"

	"No one can tell." Joe told him. "We've got the best disguise
there can be."

	It was hard to know if Norm believed him, but the newly
feminized guy stayed close on Joe's heels.

	They entered the mall at a department store entrance. Just in
the door, they passed mannequins dressed in junior swimwear. Norm
stopped to look.

	Joe knew what was on his mind.

	"How would you like to come over to Linda's this evening?" Joe
offered. "We can sit around the pool and maybe have a few drinks."

	Joe knew that suggestion would give Norm an excuse to try on
swimsuits.

	"Do you think I should get one of these?" Norm asked
innocently.

	He was obviously dying to try one on.

	"Sure." Joe answered. "Why not. You're going to need one
eventually anyway."

	"What kind do you think I should get?" Norm asked.

	"I don't know." Joe answered. "Do you like one piece, or two
piece?"

	"Hell, I don't know!" Norm exclaimed softly. "I've only had
one piece before this."

	Joe snickered at Norm's obvious attempt at humor.

	"You'd probably look pretty good in either type, I think." Joe
advised. "How about one like this?"

	He took a simple tank from the rack. It had a scoop back and
was devoid of decoration on its snug fitting, glossy, lycra-spandex
black fabric.

	"Would something like that fit me?" Norm asked, as if he
didn't believe it was something he would, or could, wear.

	"Absolutely." Joe insisted. "Why don't you go try it on?"

	"Will you help me?" Norm asked hopefully.

	"Sure, if you need it." Joe told him. "I might even try one
too."

	"Great!" Norm said, obviously glad for company in his self
conciousness.

	Norm went to the rack and grabbed the suit from Joe's hand.
With obvious embarrassment, he held it to his body, roughly molding
the shaped top to his new curves.

	"This is too much." Was all he said.

	Joe found a similar suit, but in a navy blue. They each took
the garments to the fitting rooms, showing the attendant what they
had. The young woman at the entrance to the fitting room smiled as
they walked by, not suspecting a thing.

	The stalls were quite large so Norm and Joe could both go into
the same one. Joe had never been in a dressing stall with anyone else
since he was a child, but there were three teenage girls in one of the
other stalls, so it wasn't as strange as it seemed to him.

	Joe hung the swimsuit on one of the hooks on the wall of the
cubical.

	Norm held his suit and watched Joe.

	"Try it on." Joe ordered.

	Norm hung his suit on another hook and slowly pulled the T-
shirt over his head. He was obviously quite embarrassed.

	"You might as well get used to it." Joe insisted. "We're going
to be doing this a lot today."

	Norm stood there in only loose gym shorts and no shirt. The
nipples on his pert breasts had become hard as rocks.

	"Kind of cold, huh." Joe declared, looking at Norm's sharply
pointed breasts.

	Norm said nothing, but slowly pulled the shorts over his hips.

	"Should I take my underwear off?" Norm asked, smiling
demurely.

	Norm wore women's black nylon briefs. They were probably some
from his transvestite days. They were slightly oversize now.

	"No, I think you should leave them on." Joe guessed. He wasn't
sure, but figured that was how it was done.

	Norm left the black briefs on and grabbed the suit. As Joe
watched, he was impressed at how totally feminine Norm looked. His
body was very attractive.

	When Norm had the suit on, Joe helped pull it into position,
fitting the formed bra cups to Norm's upper body. The top part fit far
too loose.

	"I don't think this one's going to get it." Joe offered.

	"Yeah." Norm agreed. "My boobs just ain't big enough for this
thing."

	Norm started removing the suit and putting his shorts back on,
and then slipped the sandals under his feet.

	"I'll try to find one a little smaller on top." Norm declared.
"Why don't you try yours?"

	"OK." Joe agreed, deftly slipping out of the little red top.

	Norm went out, but quickly returned with another suit. This
time the style was similar, but the color was an ivory white.

	Joe was in panties, stepping into his suit. For the first
time, Norm saw Joe's well formed body without clothes. He was
obviously impressed with what he observed.

	"Damn, Joe... You're gorgeous." Norm declared.

	"I had nothing to do with it." Joe said, feeling embarrassed.

	Norm may have wanted to be a woman... He certainly looked like
one now. But staring at Joe, there was plainly masculine lust in his
eyes. Joe knew the feeling. He felt the same old familiar stirrings as
he watched Norm wiggle his new form into the stretchy, sexy swimsuit.

	Joe's suit fit pretty good. It was the first time he had worn
a one-piece, and it felt weird to feel the bra cups pulling at his
breasts. It made him constantly aware of their presence.

	There was a full length mirror on the door of the stall. Joe
stood before it and examined himself.

	The swimsuit fabric fit as if shrunk fit to his shape. There
were no gaps or wrinkles, only sleek blue, snug as a second skin. Joe
noticed that the high cut legs on the suit allowed his light blue
cotton underwear to peek out on the sides. He also observed there was
some type of plastic covering on the crotch of the suit, probably
there to prevent soiling while trying it on. Joe's underwear and the
pantiliner kept him from feeling the plastic.

	Not something you normally worry about when looking at swim
trunks, Joe thought to himself as he rubbed his palm over the softness
where his penis once protruded.

	As he struggled into his own suit, Norm watched with interest
as Joe turned in front of the mirror, rubbing and stroking his curves
through the slick fabric.

	Both "men" were obviously aroused by what they were doing.

	"This is quite an experience, isn't it." Norm said, very
seriously.

	Joe looked over at Norm and saw the grin on his face.

	"It's been years since I've experienced an erection of this
magnitude." Norm mused. "And now I can't even see it."

	Joe had been feeling the same sensation. His clitoris felt
like it could rip the crotch in the suit, but there wasn't even a bump
showing between his legs.

	"I know what you mean." Joe admitted. "I think I had the same
feeling."

	"I just don't think I'll ever get used to this. It's just too
much." Norm declared as he rubbed his breasts and touched the places
that had undergone the greatest change.

	Joe watched him. He knew exactly what Norm meant, since he
felt the same way. His own body was becoming so different, at the same
time as he was adapting to its new characteristics. The sensation was
both amazingly wonderful, and terrible at the same time.

	Running his hands down his hips, Joe felt his developing
feminine shape. Norm's skeletal structure remained mostly as it was
when he was male. It was evident that the soft tissues were the first
to adapt to the cell changes, but Joe knew that even his bones... the
very structure of his body... even those were in transition. As his
shoulders became smaller and narrower, Joe's hips continued to widen
in the female fashion. With the rearrangement of body fat to his hips,
Joe found his shape getting even more woman-like.

	"I guess I'm really a woman." Joe said, looking at Norm, who
was touching himself as he gazed at the reflection in the glass,

	"Yeah... We both are." Norm agreed. "But really, you're a very
young woman."

	Joe laughed. He didn't know how to tell Norm... The same thing
was likely to happen to him too.

	"I didn't look like this at first." Joe corrected. It's been
happening slowly, and it's still happening. You might experience the
same thing."

	"You think I'll get as young looking as you are?" Norm asked.

	"Would you like that?" Joe countered.

	"Why not?" Norm decided. "What's wrong with being young
again?" He smiled at the thought.

	"When you look like a teenage girl, people tend to treat you
like a teenage girl." Joe warned. "And that isn't what you're used to,
believe me."

	"I don't care." Norm declared. "It's worth it, if you ask me."

	Joe looked at Norm.

	"You think so?" Joe declared. "You haven't been anywhere since
the change. Let's see how you like it in a week... a month."

	"Don't tell me you don't like it." Norm said. "I saw you
looking at yourself in the mirror."

	"Sure. Sure. Some of it is a lot of fun." Joe said. "But
there's a lot more to it."

	"We're stuck like this, in any case, aren't we." Norm offered.
"There's no way back. So let's get on with getting used to it." He
grinned and momentarily touched Joe's breast.

	Joe Looked at the person next to him. Norm's touch was
obviously deliberate. It was what Joe might have done if he was near
Linda while they were alone. It was the touch of a man and a woman.

	"Did you like doing that?" Joe questioned.

	"I 'm sorry, Joe." Norm apologized. "You look so attractive, I
couldn't help myself."

	"I know." Joe said sympathetically. "I get the same way around
Linda. I feel different, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, but the
old urges are still there, waiting in the background. They didn't go
away."

	"Well, I can't do much with a woman looking like this, can I."
Norm said thoughtfully. It was evident what was going through his
mind.

	"Nothing the world would consider heterosexual." Joe agreed.
"But then, I'm not really a woman, remember."

	"Oh yeah?" Norm objected. "Look in the mirror another time, my
friend."

	"Do you feel like a woman?" Joe asked. "Or do you feel like a
guy in a woman's clothes?"

	"This does feel a bit sinful." Norm agreed. "Like I'm not
really supposed to be doing this."

	"Same here." Joe concurred. "But we can't go back. We couldn't
leave the room wearing guy's stuff, no matter how natural it might
feel."

	Norm pulled the suit straps off his shoulders and down,
exposing his new breasts.

	"But these don't feel completely natural either." He said. "At
least not yet."

	"It will get easier." Joe advised. "But I'm still getting
accustomed to it too."

	Norm looked directly at Joe's breasts as Joe pulled his own
suit down.

	"But you look so good." Norm said. "You're body is so
perfect."

	Joe looked into Norm's eyes, then at his nakedness. Norm was
still in transition, but the already existing contours of his changed
body left no doubt he was now a female. He still hadn't acquired as
much softness as Joe.

	"It'll probably happen to you too." Joe advised. "It takes
time, that's all."

	"Does that make us queer?" Norm asked innocently.

	"I don't know." Joe answered. "I mean, we ARE guys, right... I
mean, at least we were guys, anyway... once."

	"Yeah, but... I mean... Joe, I've gotta tell you... You really
do it too me... " Norm said smiling.

	"I'm sorry, Norm." Joe told him. "But I know what you're
talking about. I feel the same way. You look pretty good wiggling
into that suit... What can I say?"

	The two new "women" just looked each other in the eyes and
laughed out loud.

	"I think I've wet my pants." Norm declared.

	"I doubt it." Joe exclaimed. "I suspect you've just been
introduced to the rest of you're "hard-on."

	Norm was probably experiencing the wet feeling that
accompanied female sexual arousal.

	"I was wondering about that." Norm said. "I think I've been
feeling it for some time now. Is it always like this?"

	"When it's best, it is, I think." Joe answered.

	"Well, I'll be darned." Norm said, a his hand between his legs
outside the suit.

	"Just don't mess up the suit." Joe warned him, laughing.
"Unless you want to keep it."

	"What do you think, is it me?" Norm asked, turning around,
attempting to mock a fashion model pose, but with the top of the suit
pulled down, exposing his breasts...

	"Not too bad." Joe decided. "At least it fits."

	They both decided to buy the suits. Joe paid for his with his
credit card, and Norm watched, then did the same.

	"Your husband will like this." The young woman told Norm as
she rung up his purchase.

	Norm looked at Joe, who was trying to contain a laugh.

	"I'm sure he will." Norm said, dead serious.

	They left the store and walked down the broad commons. Joe
decided that Norm should get some underwear before anything else.

	"I think you need underwear." Joe declared.

	"Yeah. I do." Norm agreed. "I don't have a thing that fits
right on top. I need a bra, too. Like yours, I think." He mimicked.

	Joe headed straight to Victoria's Secret. The shop was quickly
becoming one of his favorite mall stops. He loved the clothes, and the
tasteful decor.

	"We're going in here?" Norm asked.

	"You said you wanted underwear." Joe said. "I think you'll
like this place."

Article 91398 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 43 )
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 1995 18:10:07 GMT

			      Chapter 43

	Passing low stacks of panties and matching bras, Joe and Norm
entered the Victoria's Secret store. The dainty satiny things already
took on a new meaning in Joe's life. Instead of imagining Linda, or
some other female wearing them, he now could now wear them himself.
Unlike Norm, who had experimented wearing women's things as a male,
this was a completely new experience for Joe, but he learned quickly.

	Norm was obviously excited. He was afraid but anxious, willing
to try on everything he saw.

	Joe stopped at a table of colorful, silky, bras. Picking one
up, he held it out to Norm.

	"How about this one?" Joe suggested.

	Norm took the little black underwire demi-cup and held it by
the strap.

	"Do you think it might fit?" He asked curiously.

	"I don't know." Joe admitted. "We'll have to figure out your
size."

	Carefully inspecting the cup lining, Norm looked at Joe and
grinned.

	"I really can wear stuff like this. I can wear it all the
time." he said, suddenly acting amazed at the concept.

	"That's right." Joe agreed. "In fact, you'll be expected to
from now on."

	Norm went to the table and began sorting through the colors
and styles. He kept asking Joe if this size or that might fit. A young
sales woman soon joined them.

	"Can I be of help?" She asked.

	"I would like to buy one of these." Norm answered simply.
"Maybe a couple of them."

	"What is your size, ma'am?" The young woman asked, respecting
Norm's still obviously greater age.

	"Size?" Norm returned.

	"What bra size do you wear?" She repeated.

	"Uh... Oh, I don't know." Norm replied.

	The woman noticed Norm wasn't wearing a bra.

	"OK then. Let's find out." The young woman said, unfazed.

	She went to her counter and returned with a measuring tape.

	"Please follow me." She ordered.

	Norm followed as ordered. They went into the first available
dressing room. Joe waited outside, knowing what Norm was going
through. He remembered that first morning, when he went through the
same ordeal.

	In a moment, the sales girl came out of the dressing cubicle
and went to a drawer along the wall. She selected a bra and took it
back to Norm. In a couple of minutes, she brought that one out and
selected another. When she came out this time, Norm followed. It was
obvious from the funny grin on his face, as well as the more defined
shape of his chest, that he was now wearing a bra.

	"I'm a thirty-eight, B cup" Norm whispered as he followed the
girl past Joe, a big smile on his face.

	Norm went to the table and began sorting through styles,
looking at each little size tag and sometimes placing one on a
separate pile. He soon had about four or five selections. Joe just
stood and watched.

	Walking over to the table, Joe spoke.

	"You might as well get some matching underpants to go with
those." He suggested.

	"Yeah. Good idea." Norm agreed, taking his assortment to the
next table displaying panties that matched the bras.

	Joe went to the table and helped Norm match his clothing
selections.

	"I prefer the ones without lace." Joe said matter-of-factly.

	"Why is that?" Norm asked.

	"I don't know." Joe replied. "I just always felt that way. Now
that I wear stuff like this, I don't mind soft, silky things... And I
like colors... But I still don't like lace. It's just too scratchy, or
something."

	"I think it's OK." Norm decided. "I do kind of like the silky
stuff too, though... Can you imagine wearing this thing?" He held up a
tiny red thong panty.

	"I've already got one, but it's black." Joe admitted, grinning
widely.

	Norm looked at the little garment. He studied the cut
carefully, wondering how it might feel like to wear something that
tiny.

	"Why don't you try it?" Joe suggested. "It don't cost much,
and you just might like the way it looks on you. It will take some
getting used to the way it feels." He said knowingly.

	"As if it didn't take some getting used to feeling like this
already." Norm interjected. "This bra makes me feel like Mae West."
He wiggled his chest, causing his new bosom to sway gently, but
provocatively.

	"You'll get used to it." Joe told him. "I hardly notice them
anymore, except at night, or if I change clothes."

	"They hurt." Norm said. "I guess they're still growing, or
something... there's this slight, dull, throbbing pain most of the
time." He gently rubbed his breasts as he spoke, as of to make a
point.

	"Yeah. Mine too. But I think it's getting a little better
now." Joe offered. "You probably are going to continue the change for
a week or more. Just don't get too many new clothes yet."

	"I'm going to be bigger than this?" Norm exclaimed.

	"I don't know." Joe said. "But I suspect you've just started
to fill out. Your hips will surely get wider. I can tell, mine are
still changing."

	"And looking pretty good, too." Norm complimented. "I only
hope I look like you."

	"I think we've become what we might have been if we had been
born females." Joe theorized. "We'll probably look like the daughters
our parents never had."

	"I've got a sister." Norm corrected.

	"What do you think she'll think of you now?" Joe asked.

	Norm paused. He probably hadn't thought much of meeting any of
his remaining family in this new condition.

	"I... I don't know." He stammered. "I guess she'll just have
to get used to it."

	"Is she older or younger than you?" Joe asked.

	"Older." Norm answered. "Two years. And much more well
endowed." He grinned.

	"Then you might be getting bigger too, I bet." Joe suggested.
"Mae West, huh?"

	"I hope not." Norm whined, inwardly imagining a body like his
sister's.


	"The weight seems to go straight to our butt." Joe said. "I
think we'll need to be real careful with our diet if we want to stay
trim. My hips and rear end get bigger each day."

	"But your shoulders are smaller now too, ain't they?" Norm
asked, knowing how he felt.

	"Yeah. Maybe they are." Joe agreed. "But I don't notice them
like my butt."

	"I can feel myself getting softer and softer." Norm said
happily. "And I love it. I love this woman stuff."

	"I'm glad." Joe said. "Because if you don't, there's not a lot
we can do about it anyway.

	"Why would anyone want to?" Norm asked. "How can anything be
better than this?"

	Joe smiled. He looked at the old man, who now looked like a
young woman, as he/she inspected lingerie. Maybe he was right.

	"It is kinda fun, isn't it?" Joe agreed.

	"Anyone would enjoy the change." Norm declared. "Whether they
wanted to be a woman or not."

	"I wouldn't go that far." Joe objected, trying to slow Norm's
exuberance a little. He was obviously almost giddy with the excitement
of his new status.

	"I know at least one guy who don't like what happened to him."
Joe continued, thinking of Dave. "He has a wife and kids, but he's
finding it just a little hard to act like a husband and father."

	Norm considered Joe's words.

	"Yeah, I never thought of that." Norm admitted. "This would be
rough if you HAD to remain a man."

	"It's impossible, as far as I can tell." Joe added, thinking
of his own situation.

	Joe looked at the feminine underwear stacked in small piles
around him. His changing body needed some new things too. His new,
still developing breasts were outgrowing his initial size and were
becoming a bit uncomfortable. Only the stretchy bras still fit
adequately. Joe didn't like the loose, jiggly feeling of that type,
but they were the most accommodating to his rapidly changing figure.

	He picked up a stretchy, lace bra, and checked if it was his
size. It was. He imagined how he would look in such a feminine looking
thing.

	Damn it, it was a bra... wasn't it? And he was a woman now...
wasn't he?

	Why not try something like this.

	Norm saw Joe holding the bra as he thought.

	"Why don't you try it?" Norm said, repeating Joe's
recommendation to him. "You might find you'd like it. I know you'd
look sexy as the devil in it." Norm still spoke like an old man
sometimes.

	"Yeah. Maybe I will." Joe decided. He found the matching panty
and took that too.

	As he continued to look around, Joe discovered real silk
panties, and touching the slippery softness made him think of similar
lingerie Linda had.

	They felt so sensual that Joe decided to buy some. When Norm
saw them, he did the same.

	When they took their things to the counter, the sales girl
predictably used well worn lines on them.

	"We have matching bras for those silk hi-cuts." She said,
pointing at the panties.

	"Oh, really?" Norm replied, his new voice sounding more
surprised than he actually was.

	"Yes." The girl replied, walking to a nearby table.

	She picked up and displayed a silver gray bra without
adornment other than a small (fake) pearl between the cups.

	Joe liked it immediately, though he knew it would probably not
fit for very long.

	"Do you have it in ahh... say, thirty-eight-B?" Joe asked.

	"Sure." The girl replied.

	Norm looked at Joe.

	"I didn't know we were the same size." He said, grinning at
the thought.

	"I was a little smaller, but I'll grow into it." Joe replied,
loud enough for the sales girl to hear.

	She stared at them both, looking confused.

	"We're still growing." Joe said truthfully, knowing the words
would further confuse the much younger woman.

	"Would you like one, too?" The woman asked Norm, recovering
from her amazement.

	"Sure." Norm said, grinning. "Give me a matching one for each
pair of shorts." He called dainty silk panties "shorts".

	"I think I better get some pajamas, too. And a gown." Norm
added. He really needed these things, since he had nothing at all but
men's things, and he was more than ready to forget about those
permanently.

	"What would you like?" The woman asked, holding up different
styles and colors.

	"I don't know." Norm answered. "Suggest something. What do you
think would look good on me?"

	"This color would go with your hair." The woman suggested,
looking at Norm's very male hair style. Were these two butch lesbians?

	"OK. Looks good to me, too." Norm agreed. "How about a
dressing gown? Do you have something in silk. Like the color of this
underwear?" He held up light blue silk panties and bra.

	"I'll check." The woman replied, quickly going to the cabinet.
This was going to be a good day for sales.

	Joe watched the girl sorting through the gowns. He looked at
the silk brassieres in his hand. These things were real silk, and
quite expensive. Each was about thirty dollars. This wasn't pocket
change. Even if Honeybone was going to reimburse him, maybe he should
try it first.

	"Mind if I try this on?" Joe asked the woman.

	"That's a good idea." the girl answered. "Use that dressing
room. Will you need assistance?" She pointed to the same little room
Norm had used.

	Joe entered the room and closed the door. He quickly removed
his top and slipped the bra off. Norm was right. It actually was fun
having breasts. He noticed the tan lines from the swimsuit on his
chest. His nipples instantly hardened in the cool air from the
overhead vent, and Joe rubbed his fingers across them, enjoying the
pleasing, slightly erotic sensation.

	Almost reluctantly, Joe slipped his arms into the straps of
the bra, and pulled it to his chest. The gray silk bra was back-close,
so Joe had to reach around to fasten the clasp. It always amazed him
how easy doing that had become. He didn't know if it was his new size,
or if he was really more flexible now than he had been as a male.
Probably a little of both, but it felt great, whatever caused it.

	There was a full length mirror on one side of the cubicle. Joe
looked at his reflection, standing slightly at an angle so that he
could get a view of his shape.

	The bra fit perfectly. Joe was constantly in awe at what had
happened to his body, but he had to admit, this silk bra was pure sex.
It was just beginning to feel sort of normal to have breasts, but they
looked and felt even more impressive encased in this soft, form
fitting garment. Until now, he considered the Body Glove swimsuit to
be the most provocative thing he had worn, but not anymore.

	Before he reluctantly removed it, Joe caressed his softness
through the silk. It felt extremely good, and Joe instantly felt his
clit stiffen to an unseen erection, followed almost immediately by the
strange, but highly pleasurable, sensation of his labia spreading
open. If he kept this up, he would be wet in moments. Good thing for
the panty-liner, he thought to himself as he instinctively cupped his
hand over his pubic mound.

	Joe grabbed his old bra and saw the new stretch-lace one.
Might as well try that too, he considered.

	He deftly slipped into the ivory lace and hooked the clasp
between his breasts. Again looking in the mirror, he saw the lace was
quite sheer, and the dark circles of his pink nipples were plainly
evident. It was strange to see himself in such sheer underwear. He
shook his boobs, just to see them sway. This bra was much "looser" and
allowed his bosom to move freely. Joe didn't like that nearly as much
as the snug but firm support of his other bras. It was sexy... in a
different kind of way, but... that silk one...

	Joe removed the lace bra and slipped into his old one. By now,
wearing a bra had become second nature, and he no longer felt
completely dressed without one.

	"Strange how quickly I've adjusted to these things." Joe
thought to himself as he pulled the little blouse over his soft
breasts.

	Joe finished dressing and went back out to the sales counter.
The woman was still adding up Norm's purchases, while he was going
around the store adding to them. Norm was like a kid in a candy store,
buying everything the woman suggested, and anything else that caught
his eye.

	When Norm was finally complete, and his bill covered, it was
Joe's turn.

	Joe didn't have nearly the amount of things that Norm did, but
he found himself staring at the silk underwear as she added up his
purchases. He couldn't wait to wear it. And he hoped he'd get to see
Norm in his new purchases too. It bothered Joe that he seemed to have
a little prurient interest in Norm. Sure, he had become a quite
attractive woman, but so had Joe, and Joe also knew he liked men now.
But why was he finding Norm so interesting too?

	As Norm stood waiting for Joe to pay for his things, he found
himself staring at his new friend.

	Norm liked being a woman, right from the first, but he found
that his sexual attraction was still mostly oriented towards females.
And Joe was a most attractive female. It was a strange feeling, having
a woman's body, and a woman's feelings... but still having a man's
desires. In Norm, those desires had diminished a but, due to age, and
the death of his wife, but they were back now, almost as strong as he
could ever remember them to be. What did it mean? Was he destined to
be changed to a woman, only to become lesbian?

	Soon, Joe was finished, and they lugged their packages out of
the store and down the wide hallway. Joe guided them to Goldwater's,
where he knew there would be clothes Norm would like.

	Entering Goldwater's, they went through the juniors sportswear
department. Joe looked at the swimsuits and exercise wear. He stopped
at the Gilda Marx section, and examined a pair of spandex bike shorts.

	"You want something like that?" Norm asked.

	"Yeah. I need another outfit for when I go to aerobics with
Linda." Joe said.

	"You exercise with the women?" Norm asked incredulously.

	"Sure. Why not?" Joe replied. "I'd sure make an impression if
I tried to work out with the guys, right?"

	"You go into their dressing room, and everything?" Norm
continued.

	"Sure. What do you expect?" Joe responded.

	"What's it like in there?" Norm went on.

	"If you really want to know, you should come along." Joe said,
grinning. "You might as well get used to it, your going to be living a
lot closer to women from now on."

	Norm looked at Joe. He hadn't given much thought to what
everyday life was going to be like, now that he was metamorphosing
into a woman much younger feeling and looking than he had been as
male. This truly was going to take some getting used to.

	"You think I could go along with you some time?" Norm asked.

	"Sure." Joe said. "Of course you can. You should, it'll keep
you fit."

	"I feel better than I have in years." Norm interjected.

	"Yeah, but you don't want to end up as a fat old woman, do
you?"

	"Joe, I'm already looking a whole lot younger than I expected
to, and I don't remember ever being this flexible" Norm answered.

	"Yeah. I feel the same way. A women's joints must be a lot
more compliant, or something." Joe moved his hand behind his back as
he spoke. "I can easily touch my spine with my palm."

	"I better get some of these clothes too." Norm said changing
the subject.


	He picked up a sexy, hot pink, crop top and examined its
construction.

	"Last week I bought some undershirts... now this week, little
pink bras... " Norm mused, as if thinking to himself. He had come a
long way in just two days.

	"You wanted it." Joe reminded him. "You got it."

	"It's not that I mind... Not at all." Norm said, dropping the
little bra. "I just have to stop once in a while... And allow it all
to sink in."

	"Yeah... I find myself doing that too." Joe added. "Sometimes
it seems overwhelming."

	"But fun." Norm reminded him.

	"Yeah... That too, sometimes at least." Joe agreed. "But I
think you enjoy this girl stuff a little more than I do."

	"I don't understand how you can not love it." Norm objected.

	"Ask me when I've had my first period." Joe countered.

	"I wish I would have one." Norm mused. "I wonder if it could
happen?"

	"I don't know." Joe considered. "You sure look young enough. I
wonder what your 'female' age might be?"

	"Humph, I feel like a kid again." Norm said. "A horny one too,
I might add."

	"Well, just remember, you might just be able to get pregnant
now." Joe interjected. "You better keep that fancy underwear on till
you know for sure."

	"No problem there, I'm not horny to be with a man." Norm said.
"I don't have any interest in them."

	Joe began to realize what Norm was trying to say.

	"What are you telling me?" Joe asked.

	Don't tell me you don't like to look at women." Norm objected.
"I saw how you looking at the sales girl."

	"Yeah, I know... I still look at women." Joe admitted. "I
can't help that. But it's not the same... How can it be... I mean... "

	"I've seen how you look at me." Norm continued. "You must
admit, you still think like a guy, too."

	"It's changing, Norm, it really is." Joe tried to explain. "I
did feel like you do, but something is happening... Men really don't
seem so bad, you know."

	"You talk like you've already had some experience." Norm went
on, obviously fishing for information.

	"A little." Joe admitted. "Enough to know you'd probably like
it." He grinned knowingly.

	"Just what did you do?" Norm pressed. "You can tell me."

	"Nothing I want to discuss right now." Joe said, ending the
subject.

	"Did you... er make love with a... er a man?" Norm continued.

	Joe said nothing more about it. Norm realized he had reached
an impasse and stopped pushing.

	Norm held up a silk blouse.

	"How do you like this?" He asked. "I know you'll love the
feel."

	Joe felt the cloth with his fingers. It was so smooth, so
sensual. Who could not like silk?

	"Yeah. I adore it." Joe admitted.

	"I'll tell you what, I'll buy it for you." Norm offered. "Just
to show I'm really sorry for being so nosy."

	"You don't need to buy anything for me, Norm." Joe said. "I'm
billing Honeybone for most of this stuff anyway." He grinned.

	Norm looked at Joe, as if surprised, then his face broke into
a big smile.

	"I suppose you should." Norm agreed. "It's not you're fault
you need stuff like this, is it?"

	"I wouldn't have any thought of even wanting if it weren't for
what happened at the airport." Joe reminded him.

	"I keep forgetting, this was a total accident for you." Norm
said apologetically. "A very strange one, I might add."

	"That's for sure." Joe agreed. "But still an accident."

	Joe bought the silk blouse, as did Norm. They were getting
many of the same type of things, with Norm usually getting at least
one of anything Joe would purchase. It was almost starting to bother
Joe, since Norm tended to follow him around like a little sister, in
spite of the disparity in their ages. Soon they came to the intimate
apparel section.

	"You need to get some underwear to go with your exercise
clothes." Joe reminded Norm.

	"Great!" Norm replied enthusiastically. "What should I get?"

	"I suggest a good support bra, not that you really need any
support." Joe advised, commenting on Norm's figure, which much like
his own, was shapely but still very firm. Gravity had only hours to
work its havoc so far. But Joe knew from experience that boob bounce
was not particularly comfortable.

	Norm approached the task with enthusiasm. He now knew his
size, indeed, he was wearing his first bra, and he seemed to relish
buying "female" things like bras. Joe didn't mind it himself, but he
approached the whole thing with more trepidation than Norm, who seemed
to be developing a completely different personality since his time in
the cage. Joe wondered if the same thing had happened to him too, and
he just didn't know it.

	Soon Norm was fitted with a snug sport bra, and matching
support panty. He bought two, one white, and one a very feminine peach
color. He talked Joe into the same thing in a light blue, but only
after Joe refused to consider pink.

	"You are having fun." Norm told Joe. "I can tell, no matter
what you say."

	Joe smiled. He was having fun, but he was much more
apprehensive than Norm about trying and buying things.

	"I only hope you're this excited after PMS." Joe teased.


	They continued examining the clothes, with Joe buying an item
here and there... A slip he knew he needed... A silky camisole,
because Norm said he should.

	Eventually, they had everything they felt they needed, and
practically more than they could carry. Joe helped with some of Norm's
packages, and they struggled to the car with their bounty.

	"Let's take this stuff to my room and try it on." Norm
suggested.

	"I'll help you get yours to your hotel." Joe volunteered, but
I want to get this stuff to my place too."

	"I want to see you in it." Norm almost begged.

	"Come over after while." Joe said. "Bring your swimsuit, and
some of the other stuff if you want. I'll help you with it."

	"Great!" Norm almost squealed. "I can't wait!"

	Joe was becoming amazed at how enthused Norm was concerning
his new femininity. Sure, it was interesting, and indeed, the new
softness of his body felt kind of nice, but he wasn't finding the
gender change nearly as exciting as Norm, at least the area of buying
and wearing clothes.

	As they carried the things to the car, Joe couldn't help but
notice how the change had affected the strength of his arms and upper
body in general. He actually had to strain to make the last few yards.
He felt embarrassed until he considered the facts.

	"Hey, I don't have anything to prove." He thought to himself.
"I'm not male anymore. There's no reason to think I should still be
strong as a guy."

	It was interesting to watch Norm as he adjusted to the
physical changes in his body. While he was more nimble than before, he
had plainly lost strength too, but he obviously didn't realize it yet.
He kept moving his packages from one aching arm to the other, and then
resorted to holding them in front of him as he leaned far back.

	"It's getting harder, isn't it?" Joe said, grinning at Norm's
awkward gait.

	"Yeah... I just can't lift as much." Norm agreed, placing the
things against the back of Joe's car.

	"That's cause you don't have balls." Joe teased. "We've both
become wimpy girli-men."

	"I'm sorry if you don't like it." Norm apologized. "But I've
never been happier in my life, even if I am a wimp." He smiled and
blinked his eyes in an exaggerated fashion.

	"Oh, it's not so bad, I admit." Joe conceded. "I just wish I
could have it both ways."

	"That might be interesting." Norm agreed. "A woman's body,
with a man's strength. Can't happen."

	"I can wish." Joe repeated.

	They drove to Norm's hotel, and Joe helped Norm carry his
things to his room. Norm wanted Joe to stay and help him try things
on. Joe wanted to go home too, and try his own things on. He wanted
Norm to come to Linda's later.

	"Stick around and help me with these things." Norm asked. "I
can use your experience."

	"I really should go home." Joe differed. "Why don't you come
over in a little while?"

	"I'll come over... " Norm countered. "But first, you've got to
help me with this swimsuit. I want to try it without any underwear.
And I want your opinion on my other new clothes. We've got plenty of
time."

	"OK." Joe conceded. "I'll stay for a while... But not long."

	Norm began opening bags and boxes. He separated the underwear
into piles, and then he examined the swimsuit.

	"I'm still finding it difficult to accept that this even fits
me." Norm exclaimed. He pinched at the formed bra cups as he spoke.

	"It does." Joe said. "It might even be too small in a week or
so." He teased.

	Norm pulled the T-shirt over his head, and looked at his bra
covered breasts.

	"This thing actually feels rather good." He said simply,
putting both hands under his breasts, and lifting them up gently.

	"Yeah." Joe agreed. "I don't feel right without one anymore."

	"These things are too much!" Norm continued, unhooking his bra
and pulling it away. He stood staring at his bare chest in the mirror.

	Joe watched him as Norm ogled his own body. Joe knew what it
was like. He still did the same thing himself, quite often.

	"They won't go away." Joe said. They'll be there every time
you want them.

	"And I love it." Norm said to himself, turning to see his
profile. "I just love it."

	"You're quite attractive." Joe said, voicing his thoughts,

	"Not nearly as pretty as you." Norm countered. "You look like
an angel... a young angel."

	"It's still me here, Norm." Joe reminded him. "I'm a thirty
year old guy inside."

	"I'm sorry, but I didn't know you then." Norm reminded.
"You've always been like this in my memory. And I think your
absolutely gorgeous."

	Norm reached over and rubbed his soft hand along Joe's cheek,
like a guy might do to a woman he is attracted to.

	Joe looked at Norm.

	"What's that about?" Joe asked. He smiled, but obviously
confused by Norm's actions.

	"It's hard for me to keep my hands off you." Norm apologized,
the redness of embarrassment showing clearly on his feminized face.

	"Look at yourself." Joe teased. "You look about the same as I
do."

	"I may look different, but I still feel like a man... In some
ways, more than I have in years in fact." Norm said.

	Joe looked at him.

	"So what do you want to do?" Joe asked, smiling demurely.
"There's the bed. Want to get it on?"

	"Heh heh. You don't know how much I'd like to." Norm said.
"But, just what would we do? What could we do? I mean... Look at us."

	"You look so good to me." Norm said. "If I could be a guy
again, for just a few minutes... I could show you what it's like as a
woman... "

	After he spoke, Norm planted a kiss right on Joe's lips.
Norm's soft face and skin felt sensuous against his own. After an
initial resistance, Joe began to reciprocate willingly. He put his arm
around Norm's shoulder as Norm pulled him closer.

	When they finished, they looked into each others eyes.

	Joe spoke first.

	"This is weird." He said. "I know you're really a guy, but I
can't help but think of you as a woman... A very pretty woman."

	Norm was breathing hard.

	"Man... I'm telling you... Maybe you think of me as female,
but I... I desire you like I haven't wanted a woman... I can't
remember when...

	Joe suddenly realized the irony of the situation. He began to
giggle.

	"You want me, and I want you... " He snickered. "And neither
of us are equipped to do anything about it."

	Norm looked down at the curves of his bare chest.

	He took Joe's hand and placed it on his breast.

	"Touch me... Please." Norm almost pleaded.

	Joe stroked Norm's left breast. It was as firm, but soft, as
it looked. He smiled.

	"Very nice." Joe complimented.

	"It feels good, too." Norm said, his eyes closed as he savored
the soft touch.

	"I know." Joe admitted, smiling knowingly.

	"Ohh, God!" Norm exclaimed. "This feels so strange." He placed
a hand at his crotch, and began to rub himself.

	Joe left his hand on Norm's breast as he watched Norm
masturbate through his panties. It was evident that Norm has become
very sensitive and sensual since the change, at least as much as Joe.

	In a few moments, Norm stopped and regained a little
composure. He realized Joe was watching, and became embarrassed.

	"I'm sorry Joe." Norm apologized. "It just came over me... The
feeling... It's too good... Too much."

	"Don't worry about it." Joe assured him. "Believe me, I
understand what you're going through."

	He did, too. Since the change, it just seemed that all his
senses were amplified. It was a strange, but highly pleasant feeling.

	Recovered as much as possible, Norm removed his panties,
examining the very wet crotch. He looked at Joe, who watched silently.

	"Well, this is a unique experience, isn't it." Norm commented,
an embarrassed grin on his face. "I never thought about this
happening."

	"It's the way it is." Joe agreed. "That's how it is for women,
I suppose. I didn't realize you could feel it so well."

	"Yeah, I think I feel everything more now." Norm agreed. "My
skin, my nerves are just so much more sensitive."

	Joe watched as Norm tried on some other things. He commented
on each, making suggestions or recommendations as necessary. He had
been female only a little over a week, but he was already more
experienced in dressing and wearing the clothes. He tried to help Norm
the way Linda helped him.

	In a while, Joe excused himself and said he had to be going.
He explained how to get to Linda's house, and told Norm to come in a
few hours.

	On the drive home, Joe considered the evening. Maybe he'd
invite the others over this evening too. He hadn't seen much of Dave,
Mike, or Tim in a few days. It would be good to get together in
private and compare recent experiences.

Article 91402 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 44)
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 1995 18:53:57 GMT

			      Chapter 44

	As Joe entered Linda's house, he knew she wasn't home yet. Her
car wasn't in the drive, and the door was locked. When he walked into
the kitchen, he spotted a note on the board.

	"Joe... Jay called. He wants you to call him when you get
back. I'll be back around seven."

	Glancing at the clock on the built-in oven, Joe saw it was
after six. He took the clothes into his room, then sat on the bed to
make the phone call to Jay. He wondered what Jay wanted. Probably just
to talk. Jay was acting strangely since they had slept together. And
why not? They had been buddies for years, and now, since Joe's amazing
change, their relationship, by necessity, was taking a slightly
different course. In a fit of passion and curiosity, Joe let Jay, or
rather, Joe used Jay, to experiment with his body's amazing new
gender.

	But, in the process, it seemed that Jay had somehow become
infatuated with Joe. Joe wasn't sure how to take it. Maybe he really
had turned female... He certainly looked like woman... But, to have
your best buddy developing the hots for you... That took some getting
used to. Actually, it was fun when both of them were together,
including in bed, but he wasn't ready for dating, or whatever... Not
just yet anyway.

	Dialing the number, Joe waited for the ring.

	"Hello." Jay's voice answered.

	"Jay? This is Joe."

	"Hi, Joe." Jay responded. "Glad you finally called."

	"What's up?" Joe asked.

	"I was just wondering how you were doing." Jay said. "It's
been more than a day. I just wanted to see you."

	"Oh yeah?" Joe asked. What about?" He asked innocently.

	"You know... " Jay went on, sounding embarrassed. "I just
wanted to see you."

	"I'm still at Linda's." Joe invited. "Why don't you come over
this evening?"

	"Sure." Jay responded immediately, sounding pleased. "When?"

	"Any time." Joe answered. "I'm going to ask some of the
guys... the girls... whatever... I'm going to invite Dave, Mike, Tim,
and Norm over, too. Maybe we can have a little pool party. Linda will
be home soon. You can invite Barb too, if you want." He added.

	"No, not Barb." Jay said quickly.

	"Why not?" Joe asked, though he knew. "Linda will be here."

	"Yeah, maybe so... But I don't want her there."

	"You're still going with her, aren't you?" Joe continued.

	"I haven't been out with her since the last time we were
together at Linda's."

	"You should get out more." Joe teased.

	"I'll be over in a few minutes." Jay said.

	"I'll be here." Joe said simply.

	They hung up, and Joe dialed Dave's number. Dave's wife Cindy
answered the phone.

	"Hi, Cindy. Joe here. Is Dave around?"

	"Hi, Joe." Cindy answered cheerfully. "Yeah, he's here. I'll
get him. How you been doing?"

	"Not bad, I guess, considering." Joe said. "How's Dave taking
it now?"

	"About the same." Cindy said sadly. "He's really down."

	"How about you two coming over this evening?"

	"I don't know, Joe. I don't think he'll want to."

	"Well, get him to the phone then."

	"OK, but I don't think it'll help."

	Cindy went to get Dave.

	"Hi, Joe. What's going on?" Dave's now very feminine voice
responded.

	"What are you doing tonight, old buddy?"

	"I, ahh... I... I'm pretty busy, Joe."

	"Busy doing what?" Joe asked.

	"Joe, I don't want to come over." Dave admitted. "I don't want
to go anywhere."

	"Listen up, Dave." Joe ordered. "You need to get out. Cindy
needs to get out."

	"I can't."

	"The hell you can't!" Joe insisted. "You need to! It's no help
to anybody if you turn into a hermit."

	"It's not that easy, Joe." Dave countered.

	"Yeah, I know." Joe agreed. "But it'll get easier if you let
other people help."

	"I'm not ready to go out in public."

	"This is hardly public!" Joe corrected. "I'm talking here, at
Linda's. Me, you, Mike, and Tim. Norm Peterson, too."

	"How's Norm doing?" Dave asked.

	"Real good." Joe answered. "I took him shopping this
afternoon."

	"Who else will be there?"

	"I invited my pal, Jay." Joe answered. "Nobody else."

	"Well... Maybe... I'll need to check if Cindy's mom can come
over and stay with the kids."

	"That's the idea!" Joe encouraged. "Bring your swimsuit."

	"Swimsuit?" Dave objected. "I can't wear a damn swimming suit.
I don't even have one that fits me now."

	"Then get one!" Joe ordered. "Have Cindy help. She will, if
you just ask."

	"Yeah, I know that, but... It just isn't that easy, Joe."

	"Do it!"

	"We'll see... "

	"I'll see you around eight or so, OK?" Joe asked.

	"OK I'll be there when I can."

	"Great!"

	Joe finished and called Mike.

	He heard Mike/Michelle's low but feminine voice.

	"Hello?"

	"Michelle? Joe here."

	"Hi, Joe!" Mike responded. Mike had already announced he
wanted to change his name to Michelle, but it was still hard for Joe
to think of his friend by that name.

	"What you doing this evening?" Joe asked immediately.

	"Oh, nothing, I guess." Michelle said. "I was watching
television."

	"Well, bring a swimsuit, I'm inviting all of us here to
Linda's, sort of a pool party. I'll furnish the drinks, chips, and
dip."

	"Who else will be there?" Michelle asked.

	"Just you, me, Dave, Linda, Norm Peterson, my friend Jay...
I'm planning to phone Tim next."

	"Dave's going to come?" Michelle said, sounding surprised.

	"Yeah, I talked him into it." Joe said.

	"That's good." Michelle mused. "I'm worried about Dave."

	"Me too." Joe agreed. "That's one reason why I think we need
to get together."

	"Yeah, I think it'll be a good idea. I'll be there. What
time?"

	"Oh, any time after eight, or so. Nothing formal... bring a
suit if you want to go into the pool."

	"What, no skinny-dip?"

	"I won't complain, if that's what you want to do."

	"No... I bought a new suit, and I've really been hoping for
another chance to wear it." Michelle said. "See you at eight."

	"Eight." Joe repeated.

	Hanging up, Joe looked up Tim's number.

	The voice that answered was feminine too, but it wasn't Tim's.

	"Hello."

	"Hello. This is Joe Bates. Is Tim there?" Joe asked, wondering
who he might be speaking to.

	"Just a moment."

	"Hi Joe, what's going on?" Tim's voice came on the line.

	"Hi, Tim." Joe said. "I was just calling to invite you over
here for a little get together. I'm at Linda's... She's got a pool, so
bring a suit if you want."

	"When is it?"

	"Tonight... Around eight."

	"Eight? Yeah, I guess I can be there."

	Joe considered.

	"You can bring a friend if you like... "

	The way Joe spoke confused Tim.

	"What do you mean... "

	"You can bring your friend if you like." Joe repeated.

	"Oh, you mean my sister?" Tim responded, realizing that Joe
had been confused by the voice on the phone. "Becky's here to help me
with all this."

	"She can come along if you want her to." Joe repeated. "It
might even help if she could meet us. I've invited Dave, Mike, and
Norm Peterson."

	"How's Norm doing?"

	"Perfect. The change was complete, just like us."

	"I don't know why anyone would volunteer for something like
this." Tim thought out loud.

	"You just have to meet him." Joe said. "Norm's a good person."

	"OK, I'll be there. I really don't know about Becky though."

	"She's more than welcome."

	"I'll see you in a little while."

	"Bye"

	It was set. Every one Joe invited was planning to come. It
would be good to see everybody and learn what they were doing. That
was impossible at work. There was simply no privacy, and that's really
what they needed right now, privacy, and maybe an understanding
shoulder to cry on. Time to be themselves.

	Joe got off the bed and pulled off his top. He unsnapped his
bra, and then dumped the store sack of underwear on the bed.
Selecting the gray silk bra, he slipped his arms through the soft
straps. He pulled it on and fastened the back clasps. It fit
perfectly. He went to the mirror to examine his profile, pleased with
what he observed. The gray contrasted perfectly with the tanned skin
and hair, even as short as that was. He remembered the matching
panties. He just had to try them. In spite of the yeast infection, he
wanted to see and feel what it was like to wear them. He pulled the
cotton panties off, removed the panti-liner from the little crotch,
and flipped the moist pad in the trash can.

	He held up the tiny silk underpants to about eye level. They
were so soft, so smooth, so feminine... And they were his... Lowering
them to his knees, he stepped into the silky garment and pulled it to
his hips. They fit perfectly. Yeah... He rubbed his soft, growing
buttocks. He looked down at his body... the sleekness of his crotch,
with its tiny, feminine bulge. Joe was becoming quite pleased with his
new look.

	But enough. Time to decide what to wear. He wanted to wear a
swimsuit, but he knew it would be best to stay out of the water until
the infection was overcome. That could be a few more days. Anything he
wore now would need to be washed in very hot water or it was likely he
would be re-infected the next time wore them. Joe certainly didn't
want a recurrence of the infection. One experience with that was quite
enough.

	Joe went back out to the bedroom to get his new suit, when he
heard Linda enter the kitchen door. He'd ask her... She'd know.

	Joe stood waiting in the bedroom until Linda looked in.

	"Hi, Joe" She greeted, and saw Joe standing in his new silk
underwear.

	"Good evening." Joe acknowledged.

	"I see you bought some new clothes." Linda said. "They look
good on you."

	"Thanks. I like 'em." Joe said, looking down at the bra and
panty he wore.

	"Linda, I've got a question for you." Joe continued.

	"Sure, Joe, what?"

	"Linda, you know about my infection, right?" Joe said
haltingly.

	"Yes... A yeast infection... " Linda said, grinning widely as
she thought of the irony of the situation.

	"That's right." Joe said. "I've invited everyone over here
this evening, about eight. Is that OK?"

	"Sure, you know it is." Linda answered.

	"Well, I planned on a sort of pool party... You know... " Joe
stammered.

	"That's a good idea." Linda agreed.

	"Well, I just realized maybe I shouldn't go in the pool with
this infection, what do you think?" Joe continued.

	Linda looked into Joe's eyes, and then down his body, stopping
at his crotch. Her grin widened even more.

	"I don't know Joe." She said. "Hmmm... maybe you shouldn't. I
know you shouldn't walk around all evening with a wet suit."

	"I just bought this one." Joe said, holding up the new
swimsuit.

	"It's very nice." Linda said. "I think I'd wear it if I were
you."

	"Would you?" Joe asked.

	"Sure. Go ahead, just don't sit around in it after you get it
wet. If you take a dip, change your clothes immediately afterwards."
Linda suggested.

	"Yeah, I think I will." Joe decided.

	"When are they coming?" Linda asked.

	"I suggested about eight." Joe answered. "You can make it,
right?"

	"Sure." Linda answered. "I'd like to see how everybody is
doing."

	"A freak show in your own back yard." Joe blurted
sarcastically.

	"Joe. Why did you say that?" Linda objected, obviously
offended.

	"I don't know." Joe answered. "It just seems like that...
Everyone wants to see how we're doing... I really think it's just
prurient interest."

	Linda looked at Joe.

	"I admit it is an interesting situation," she admitted. "But
I've known you and most of your friends for a few years. I'm
sympathetic to what happened to you."

	"I know." Joe agreed. "But sometimes... Sometimes I feel like
I'm in a fishbowl. We all need some privacy."

	"Would you rather I weren't here?" Linda asked.

	"No. No, not at all." Joe answered. "Actually, I want you
here. You deserve to be here."

	"Thank you." Linda said. "I hope you always feel that way."

	Joe went onto the bathroom, removing his underwear as he
walked. As he was stepping into the swimsuit, Linda peeked into the
partially open door.

	"Should I make something?" She asked, smiling when she saw
what Joe was doing.

	"No. I think just some chips and some drinks will be good."
Joe answered. "I'll take care of everything. You just get ready."

	"Should I wear a swim suit too?" Linda asked.

	"Sure. If you want." Joe said. "You don't have to, though."

	"That looks good on you." Linda complimented.

	"Thanks." Joe said smiling, slightly embarrassed. "I thought
it was time that I got my own suit."

	"What? No tiny, skin tight bikini?" Linda teased.

	Joe adjusted the sleek one-piece suit and looked at himself.
He grinned.

	"Not this time." Joe said. "How does it look?" he asked,
pirouetting around so Linda could get a good look.

	"As usual, you're totally gorgeous." Linda announced, sounding
jealous.

	"It's not too loose on top?" Joe continued, arching his back
slightly, emphasizing his bust line.

	"No, of course not." Linda said. "Everything fits just fine.
You look quite nice."

	"Thanks. I really appreciate your opinion." Joe said honestly.
"I haven't seen the others, but I know Norm looks pretty good."

	"You guys... " Linda said. "What is happening? Are there going
to be no real men left?"

	"I don't think you have anything to worry about." Joe said.
"Not everybody wants to make the change, I'm sure about that."

	"I don't understand it." Linda continued. "Men have it so
good. Why would any male want to take on the burden of being a
woman."

	"What do you mean, burden." Joe objected. "I've had the chance
to see a little bit of life from both sides now, and I really don't
think women have it all that bad."

	"Just a minute now, Joe." Linda warned. "Try to survive on a
typical woman's wage... Refuse some of that engineer's paycheck... Try
having a kid and still keep your job."


	Joe thought about what she was saying. She was probably right.
He wondered how Matheney would react if he accidentally became
pregnant and had to take time off. Pregnant... Hah! That thought made
him shiver, and yet the idea was intriguing someday... maybe...

	"I know... You're right." Joe agreed, not wanting to argue
anyway.

	Joe went into his bedroom and found the new big T cover-up. He
slipped it on, slightly regretting that he had to hide the attractive,
sleek, swimsuit. He looked in the mirror. Even in the loose, form
hiding shirt, he didn't look at all like a guy anymore. Just a young
girl with very short hair.

	He left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen. He could feel
the suits snugness on his hips as he walked. Whenever such sensations
were amplified like this, Joe could really feel the changes his body
was undergoing. His hips... The whole pelvis actually... continued to
get wider, more female-like. Nothing he could do about it. Nothing he
wanted to do about it. Not anymore.

	As his body changed, Joe's mind continued to change too... He
was becoming more tolerant, more accepting of his strange condition.
Joe Bates was actually becoming the woman he appeared to be.

	But to Joe, it wasn't quite as obvious. He knew he was
changing. That was clearly evident just by looking in a mirror. And
he could tell something was happening with his mind too, but that
wasn't as obvious, nor as constant. Joe felt his mood switch almost
randomly. He now experienced strange emotional swings. Sometimes he
couldn't help weeping. Just crying like a baby. Other times, he felt
strangely serene. His feminized body, with its new gonads that were
flooding Joe's system with a new mix of hormones, in a new ratio,
causing Joe to sometimes undergo a pleasant feeling of well being
natural women also experience, whether they realize it or not. It was
a good sensation, and Joe liked it. It was something a normal man
could never know.

	Joe carried some things from the kitchen to the two tables at
the pool. It was still quite early, and the sun was still low on the
horizon. Linda was indoors at the stereo and suddenly Joe heard low
music coming from the outdoor speakers.

	Joe was arranging the chairs around the tables when Linda came
out. She had changed clothes, and now wore a terry robe over a
swimsuit. She looked very attractive, and Joe could feel his body
become aroused as he watched her walk along the pool edge.

	He didn't need to contend with a bulging erection anymore, but
as his little clitoris stiffened, Joe also became very aware the rest
of his vulva, and nipples, as those parts of him became aroused. He
felt so much more body aware now. It was generally good, but so
different. He began to fondle his soft breast as if needing to verify
he was really awake. This whole ordeal could sometimes be so
dreamlike,

	Joe tried to move one of the lounge chairs by picking it up.
Ten days ago he could have lifted it with one hand. Now it was very
difficult, even with both arms. The changes had greatly reduced his
strength, especially in his arms and upper body. That was a strange
sensation too, to be so weak. As he moved the lounge by dragging it, a
flush of embarrassment came over him.

	Linda saw Joe struggling with the chair and came to help him.

	"Let me help with that." She exclaimed.

	"I can do it!" Joe snapped, obviously annoyed at his inability
to perform such a simple act.

	"I'm sorry. It looked like you were having a difficult time."
Linda continued. "It doesn't hurt to ask for help." She smiled,
suddenly realizing Joe was again having to come to grips with his new
femininity.

	Joe looked at her. She wasn't trying to rub it in... She
wasn't making fun of him. She was just trying to help him adjust.

	But a faint trace of machismo still remaining, he couldn't
help but resent it.

	He returned her smile.

	"I'm sorry." He apologized. "It just gets to me sometimes."

	"You're doing OK, Joe." Linda said, placing her hand on his
shoulder.

	Joe turned and put his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
She returned his embrace.

	"This is so scary sometimes." Joe said. "I feel so vulnerable.
Needing help, but not wanting it."

	"I'm always here when you need me." Linda reminded him, as
they held each other tightly.

	"And I really appreciate it." Joe said. "I may not act like it
sometimes, but I do."

	When they released their embrace, Joe noticed the chilled
bottle of white wine on the table Linda had placed there.

	"Would you like some of this?" Joe asked, pouring some for
himself.

	"That would be nice." Linda agreed.

	Joe handed her a glass and they touched the rims as they
looked into each others eyes. This beautiful woman next to him was so
understanding, so loving. He was so fortunate she stayed as he went
through this. Why did she do it? Sure, she probably loved him when he
was a guy, but the way he was now, the way he looked, easily as
feminine as her, why did she stay? Joe was just glad she did.

	"I'm glad I'll get a chance to see your friends this evening."
Linda said. "I'm so impressed with how you've taken what has happened
to you, I guess I'm curious how they might be getting on"

	"They're making do." Joe said, grinning. "Even if their outies
have turned into innies."

	Joe said it just to tease Linda. He couldn't help but be
reminded of some of the conversations, or arguments, they used have
about how women were or were not discriminated against. It was a bit
ironic that now they were both in the same boat.

	"You poor things." Linda agreed.

	Joe and Linda sat at the table, enjoying each other's company,
and making small talk, until they were interrupted by someone opening
the gate from the drive.

	Joe looked up to see Jay walking along the pool towards them.

	"Hello... ladies." Jay said, haltingly. He wasn't sure how Joe
preferred to be addressed, even though he was amazingly attractive
sitting next to Linda. Jay didn't know what caused it, but it was
evident he couldn't help being attracted to Joe.

	"Hi, Jay." Joe said, smiling at Jay's awkwardness concerning
his new status.

	"You look very nice tonight, Linda." Jay complimented.

	"Why, thank you, Jay." Linda said.

	"And you do too, Joe." Jay continued.

	"Yeah, thanks." Joe replied. "It was still difficult to be
treated like a woman.

	"Are none of the others here yet?" Jay asked. "Don't tell me
I'm the first one here."

	"That's right." Joe answered. "The first guy here... No... I
guess you'll be the ONLY guy here tonight."

	"Who's coming, did you say?" Jay asked, ignoring Joe's
sarcasm.

	"You, Dave, Mike, Tim, and Norm." Joe replied. "I'm not sure,
but maybe Dave will bring Cindy, and Tim might even bring his sister.
Becky, I think her name was."

	"I was really surprised to hear about Norm." Jay said.

	"You'll be even more surprised when you see him now." Joe
added. "He's turned female, but also so much younger looking too."

	"So are you, old buddy." Jay reminded him.

	Joe smiled. That was true enough.

	"Yeah, but Norm went from, Oh... sixty or so, to, maybe
thirty-ish." He said.

	"A real fountain of youth." Jay mused.

	"And, all you have to give up is your normal life." Joe added.

	"You seem to be getting along pretty good." Jay offered.

	"You don't have to live it." Joe considered. "I can give you a
chance to try it, if you like."

	"Thanks. I think I'll take your word." Jay said.

	"Some wine?" Linda offered.

	"Thanks." Jay replied, holding the glass as Linda poured.

	"What do you think of all this?" Jay asked Linda.


	"I don't know." Linda replied. "It's quite intriguing, but I
can't help but be sympathetic for these guys."

	Jay looked over at Joe. He grinned.

	"It's really hard to believe Joe there used to be my old
buddy." He said.

	"I still am!" Joe countered.

	"Yeah, I know, but... Look at yourself. I mean... "

	Jay didn't have to say it. They all knew. Joe had become so
female, so attractive looking, it was hard to accept that he was
really a guy with genetic damage.

	"But I'm still me." Joe repeated. "I'm still the same person
inside."

	"It's the outside I'm talking about." Jay said. "Joe...
You're... You're too much."

	"Skin and bones." Joe said, looking at Linda. He was feeling
extremely self concous sitting there. After all, he experienced sex
with each of them, in very different circumstances each time.

	"Very different skin and bones." Jay added.

	"Not so different, really." Joe said. "Just a few subtleties.

	"An interesting way to put it." Linda added. "Subtleties that
affect your whole lifestyle... your whole life."

	"If you let them." Joe countered.

	Just then, they heard a car engine in the drive. Someone else
was joining the party.

Article 91369 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 45 )
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 1995 18:54:11 GMT

			      Chapter 45

	When the gate opened, Joe saw young a woman enter and walk
shyly towards them. Another woman, slightly older looking, and
somewhat slimmer, was following closely behind. Joe, of course,
recognized the younger looking woman. It was his friend, Dave Skinner.
And behind him/her, walked Dave's wife, Cindy.

	Dave wore a soft velour jumpsuit. The loose fitting garment
covered Dave's body, but it didn't completely conceal his ample
curves. Since Joe had last seen Dave, the change had obviously
continued to work its magic on Dave's bustline. Though he completely
understood what the poor guy was going through, Joe had to hold back a
smile as he watched his friend jiggle his way along the pool walk.
Apparently, Dave felt it too, cause he self-consciously held his arm
across that ample bosom in an attempt to limit the movement.

	Cindy Skinner carried a large tote bag containing beach
towels, and probably some clothes. She apparently succeeded getting
Dave to buy and wear a swimsuit. Cindy herself wore a loose terry
cover-up, and it was evident she too wore a suit beneath it. Cindy was
not quite svelte, but she was certainly trimmer than her mate. Dave
looked more like a taller, overweight, younger sister than a husband.
For Joe, it was a bit disconcerting to see his friend, still with his
wife, and yet so obviously female.

	No wonder he was embarrassed, Joe considered.

	"Hi Dave... Cindy." Joe called. "Glad you could come over."

	"Evening Joe, Linda." Cindy said smiling, acting slightly
embarrassed.

	"Hi." Dave said rather curtly, immediately taking a seat.

	"Looks like you found a suit." Joe continued. "Now, that
wasn't so bad, was it?"

	"Lay off, Joe." Dave warned menacingly. "I really don't want
to discuss it."

	"Kinda hard to hide, isn't it?" Joe continued, grinning. "I
bought a new one, too."

	"Well, you get all the fancy clothes you want." Dave said.
"I'll do what I must, but I don't have to like it."

	"Now, Dave." Cindy scolded. "It won't help to act that way.
Joe doesn't mean anything."

	"You really don't look bad, Dave." Jay chimed in, trying to
make Dave feel better about his situation.

	"Yeah. Not bad for a guy with bigger tits than his wife." Dave
scowled sarcastically.

	"Stop it Dave!" Cindy ordered. "That's quite enough!"

	"Come on." Joe said, in attempt to change the subject. "Try
some of this white wine."

	They filled glasses and touched them, with Dave just starting
to apologize when they heard the sound of another car in the drive. In
moments, Mike Osborn came strolling confidently down the walk.

	Mike, who already let it be known that he preferred to be
called Michelle now, had completely embraced the forced feminization.
Of the four original victims of the gender changing phenomena,
Mike/Michelle seemed to adapt the most completely so far. Considering
that the pre-change Mike was probably the most macho-male of them all,
his quick transition was that much more remarkable.

	"Glad you could make it, Michelle." Joe called, remembering to
use Mike's new feminine label.

	Mike/Michelle grinned widely and held up a hand in greeting.

	"Good evening everyone!" He called cheerily.

	Michelle sported a colorful and attractive cover-up, which he
left open in front, displaying his swimsuit, as well as his ample
curves.

	In the three days since Joe last saw Mike/Michelle, it was
plain that he had been subject to the subtle, persistent, re-shape the
strange genetic damage continued to work on all of them. Michelle was
perhaps not as fortunate as Joe concerning facial appearance, but
his/her body shape had already evolved to become a flawless example of
feminine beauty. Mike/Michelle realized it too, and was obviously
quite proud of his/her new appearance.

	Joe couldn't help but watch for Jay's reaction to Michelle.
Since Jay was now the only "complete" male present, Joe was interested
in observing Jay's reaction to him and his changed friends. Jay was
obviously mesmerized by Michelle's appearance, since he couldn't take
his eyes away as Michelle opened the cover-up to model his suit (as
well as his shape) at Linda's request.

	"This new suit is just fantastic." Michelle exclaimed
enthusiastically. "I can't believe that it fits so well, moreover that
I actually look like this... Just look at this butt!"

	Michelle swung around, holding the cover-up away from his
derriere, so the developing soft roundness could be seen.

	"You do look gorgeous." Linda complimented. Michelle obviously
wasn't suffering from the intense self pity hounding Dave.

	"Thank you, and you do too." Michelle responded, acting and
sounding just like the young woman he now appeared to be.

	"It is a little weird wearing these shoulder pads." Michelle
continued, touching the shoulders of the cover-up. "But it seems my
shoulders are getting so darn narrow, and my butt... " He ran his
hands along growing hips.

	Mike/Michelle saw Dave sitting in the chair, watching but
saying nothing.

	"Hi, Dave!" He exclaimed. "Haven't seen you around for a
couple of days."

	"Hello, Mike." Dave returned, rather unenthusiastically. "I've
been kinda busy." He lied.

	"How do you like the new suit?" Michelle continued, turning
around as he again held the cover-up open in front, obviously looking
for every opportunity to flaunt his new curves.

	"You look very nice, Mike." Dave droned flatly. "I'm glad
you're so happy."

	"And what's the matter with you?" Asked Michelle, when it
finally dawned that Dave was depressed.

	"What does it look like?" Dave asked. "Look at me!" He stood
up momentarily, arching his back so his substantial breasts were
emphasized.

	"So?" Michelle retorted. "You're not the only one." he puffed
his own chest out to emphasize the new curves. "I've got em too."

	"Well, I don't want em." Dave insisted. "I didn't ask for em,
I certainly don't need em, and I don't want em."

	"But, they're there, and you're probably gonna have to live
with them" Michelle said logically. "Why not try and enjoy it?"

	"Cause I have two kids!" Dave retorted. "I'm a husband, and a
father. And I'm not a woman, that's why!"

	The sharp response left Michelle without a comeback. There was
a long moment of silence.

	"I'm sorry, Dave, but I think you're going to look like that,
no matter how you choose to feel about it. I know its kinda rough, but
I think you'd be happier if you just tried to accept it, rather than
fight it."

	"And what do I tell my son... my boy?" Dave asked. "What do I
tell him when he asks why daddy wears the same clothes as mommy?"

	"Tell him the truth." Michelle said. "Tell him exactly what
happened. It's not your fault. No one blames you. No one blames any of
us."

	"That's right, Dave." Linda agreed. "I think your children
will understand."

	"I don't know... " Dave retorted. "I don't think I
understand."

	A slight smile showed as he spoke.

	"You'll probably get used to it." Joe added. "I think I'm
starting to."

	"Yeah, but then, you don't have a wife and kids." Dave
reminded him.

	"I admit it is a problem, but you can work it out. We can all
work it out." Joe continued. "Cindy's still with you, remember."

	"I don't know why." Dave whined, looking at her. "I certainly
can't be a husband to you anymore."

	"I love you no matter what you look like." Cindy reminded him.
"I just hope that you can still feel the same about me."

	Dave stared at his wife, then glanced across the table, at
Joe.

	"Joe, do you sleep with Linda?" He asked bluntly.

	Joe's mouth opened, but he just looked at Linda.

	Linda spoke.

	"We have slept together, Dave, and we probably will again."
She said, without a hint of embarrassment.

	"But... What can you do? I mean... " Dave stammered.

	"It is different, true, but not so bad, really. Linda said,
remembering.

	"Joe's a very good hugger, and I think he kisses better than
ever." She grinned as she watched Joe, who experienced a warm flush
come over his face.

	Joe finally responded.

	"It's different." He said. "I wish I could still do what I
could before, but I can't. But I'm still a sensitive person, probably
more now than ever."

	"Yeah... But... " Dave objected.

	"And now... You now know EXACTLY what'll make Cindy feel good,
right?"

	That made both Cindy and Dave blush.

	"There are a lot of things." Joe continued. "Just use your
imagination a little."

	All this "girl" talk was quite interesting to Jay, the only
normal male present. Joe looked over at his friend.

	"Sorry if this is making you uncomfortable." Joe apologized.
"I sort of forgot you were there." He grinned.

	"No. No, that's perfectly all right, Joe." Jay stammered.
"Actually, I find it quite interesting."

	"I'll bet you do." Joe agreed.

	The conversation was interrupted by the sound of another car
in the drive. In a minute, two more young women entered the gate.

	Joe recognized the very young looking girl in the lead as Tim,
who before the change had been a handsome twenty-one year old line-
boy. He was much younger than the others when the accident occurred,
and now had become even younger looking. Though it was plainly evident
his body had feminized, Tim now appeared to be hardly day over fifteen
or sixteen.

	The young woman accompanying Tim, his older sister, was really
just a year or so older, but unlike Tim, she looked her age. There
could be no doubt they were related... The former young man looked
very much like his sister; blonde, and now, reasonably well endowed.
Except for perhaps Norm, it seemed the others experienced greater bust
development than Joe, though he was quite satisfied in that area too.

	Tim seemed resigned to what had occurred. Although a bit
depressed at first, now he wore the same smug little smile on his face
that Joe did, as if he were continually thinking of something
humorous. In reality, it was just a reflection of how new body
chemistry made them feel. A strangely warm, contented, pleasant sense
of well being. Joe enjoyed the feeling, and he sensed Tim did too. If
either of them had ever desired a return to masculinity, such urges
were mostly in the past.

	Tim might still get embarrassed by his new femininity, but he
obviously preferred it. He did his best to cope with the problems, as
well as the advantages, of living with a woman's, or girl's, body.

	"How everything been going, Tim?" Joe asked.

	Tim looked at Joe, and grinned.

	"Getting used to it, I guess." Tim answered. "Becky's been
helping a lot too."

	"I don't see how he does it." Becky said softly. "Tim just
seems to adapt so easily, as if everything happening was completely
natural."

	"I guess it is, in a way, don't you think?" Joe asked. "Except
for what caused it to happen, we are pretty much normal... natural...
At least I feel that way."

	"You all certainly do look normal." Becky agreed. "I mean, as
women anyway."

	"I suppose we have to try to think of ourselves that way, from
now on, don't you?" Joe continued.

	"Hardly a choice, as I see it." Michelle answered simply.
"We're stuck like this, and that's it."

	"Well, becoming female was one thing." Tim complained. "But
just look at me now... I really don't think anyone would believe I'm
actually twenty-one, do you?"

	Joe looked at Tim, now with a trim, lithe, body of of a young
teenage girl. Except for the breasts, Jay appeared almost adolescent.
Poor guy, he was right.

	"Oh, I don't know... You are a bit young looking... " Joe
stammered.

	"Come on, Joe... It's more than that, and you know it." Tim
continued. "I'm turning into a little kid."

	"Yeah, maybe so." Joe conceded. "But a precocious, cute one,
for sure." He grinned, looking at Tim's chest.

	"I never thought I'd be called CUTE." Tim complained. "And, I
sure don't think of myself that way."

	"Could be worse, I guess." Joe mused.

	"Yeah, guess it could." Tim agreed. "I guess I really don't
mind all that much... I mean... it seems to be getting easier, more
tolerable, every day. I just hope it stops real soon. I'm close as I
want to get to being a child again."

	Once again, a car could be heard in the drive. It had to be
Norm Foster.

	That assumption was confirmed as another attractive woman
entered the pool gate.

	Norm Peterson, the President of Honeybone, Joe's employer, had
voluntarily subjected himself to the radio energy being used to try to
reproduce what had happened accidentally to the others.

	Although he was almost sixty years old, the change phenomena
had been amazingly successful in working its "fountain-of-youth"
wonders. Norm had already lost years from his appearance. Instead of
distinguished and grey, complete with all the wrinkles of a successful
man nearing retirement, Norm was again dark-haired, and looked closer
to thirty than sixty.

	Like the others, Norm's body was now completely female. Only
the remaining short, male haircut gave any hint that he had ever been
anything but the woman he appeared to be.

	Why Norm had subjected himself to the change was known only to
him. After he had heard what had occurred that fateful day in Arizona,
Norm requested to see Joe, and Joe had been ordered to Minneapolis to
meet him. in the process, Joe had dutifully invited Norm to observe
some of the experiments being undertaken in an attempt to understand
the phenomena. Surprisingly, the busy President quickly accepted, and
was there within a few days. Almost as soon as he arrived, he
privately informed Joe of his intentions.

	Apparently a closet transsexual, Norm had been considering his
limited options ever since the death of his wife, some years before.

	When Joe told him in Minneapolis that they would eventually
seek a human volunteer to try experiments in the Faraday Cage, Norm
immediately knew what he wanted to do. When he told Joe, he met with
initial resistance, but, since Joe knew Dr. Krell's nurse Karen
Simpson had suffered similar difficulties, and she had been
successfully treated by surgical procedures that removed her unwanted
male organs.

	Karen was apparently quite pleased with what Joe considered a
partial fix. While she now looked quite female, Karen was not really
complete... she didn't menstruate, and she couldn't conceive. Compared
to what had happened to Joe, Karen's physical femininity was purely
superficial.

	Joe decided that the Cage might be the ultimate answer for
persons like Karen, if only it could be made to work. He agreed to
help Norm, without asking anyone else. While that decision irritated
Dr. Krell, the cage did work, and Norm was now enjoying his first full
day in his chosen gender.

	It was too soon for Norm's status to be legally changed, but
there was no doubt that it had to happen. His body was no longer male.
He was already having the time of his life adapting to spending the
rest of it as a woman.

	An attractive woman. Norm had already developed a very female
shape, and Joe knew from experience he would continue to change even
more, for a week or more. His face had become more youthful, and now
displayed that perpetual, infectious, smile of happiness.

	The woman walking along the edge of the pool was obviously
enjoying herself. She displayed a somewhat awkward gait, probably due
to having not yet adapted to the subtly different center of gravity,
and the strange feel of a widening pelvis.

	She would soon.

	Joe recognized Norm's new cover-up, and he knew Norm wore the
swimsuit he helped choose earlier that afternoon.

	Joe stood to introduce the President of Honeybone.

	"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Norm Foster, of Honeybone."

	Joe then introduced Norm to each person individually.

	Norm graciously shook hands with each one. The others, who
might have been at least a little intimidated by a middle aged male
executive, couldn't help but accept this attractive young looking
woman with the contagious smile.

	Norm was quite obviously over-joyed by his new status. While
his actions and movements were often more masculine than feminine, he
learned quickly, and his enthusiastic attitude served to conceal most
incongruities. A born leader, Norm's powerful personality had luckily
survived a total gender swap.

	Joe looked at Norm, surprised at just how young looking Norm
had become. He only left him a couple of hours ago, but there had been
very noticeable changes since then.

	"Norm, you look so... different." Joe told him.

	"Tell me about it!" Norm exclaimed. He couldn't hide the glee
in his voice.

	No. I mean it." Joe said seriously. "You look even younger
than when I left you while ago. That was just a couple of hours. How
do you feel?"

	"Better than I have in years." Norm exclaimed. "And getting
better all the time."

	"And it looks it." Jay said, breaking in.

	Norm looked over at Jay, showing recognition.

	Well... It's my attorney friend! So good to see you again."
Norm exclaimed.

	"You certainly look much different since I saw you last." Jay
said, almost teasing him.

	"Yes... I suppose I do." Norm agreed, chuckling. "But what you
can't see is just how great I feel."

	"It shows, Norm." Joe said. "It shows."

	"Well, I hope so." Norm beamed. "When I decided to try this, I
thought at least, I might find it somewhat interesting. I had no Idea
it would end up like this... That I could be so healthy, so... so...
flexible!"

	"Flexible?" Dave snapped incredulously. "You get a woman's
body, and you like it cause you've become more flexible?"

	"You don't understand." Norm objected. "I'm young again! I
could hardly lift my legs at the end of a day, and now... "

	Norm raised his bare leg almost level with his hips. It was
obvious he had experienced the same "loosening" of the joints as Joe,
and perhaps the others, did. They didn't know what caused it, but it
was a wonderful, healthy feeling. Joe understood Norm's excitement.

	"I'm free!" Norm exclaimed. "I feel so wonderful... You can't
imagine!"

	"Yeah... I know... " Joe said. "We all do... Most of us
anyway." He looked over at Dave.

	Dave said nothing, realizing there was nothing to say. It was
clear that he was the exception here... The others were starting to
accept what had happened to them, only he was less than pleased. He
couldn't understand how Norm could be so happy with his circumstances.

	Then again, he had asked for it.

	"Well, I'm going to take a dip in your lovely pool." Michelle
announced, obviously attempting to change the subject.

	"Excellent idea." Linda agreed. She could detect Dave's
tension too.

	Joe considered whether he wanted to get the suit wet. The
water might feel good, the hot, dry air was beginning to make him
sweat in the snug fitting suit. Before he could make up his mind, Jay
did it for him.

	"Come on, Bates." Jay said. "Get in there, or I'll toss you
in."

	He could do it too, Joe thought. Jay was so big and strong. He
had never noticed it before the change, when they were more evenly
matched. Joe watched as the handsome man stepped out of his shorts,
displaying red, boxer type swim trunks. As Jay pulled the knit shirt
over his head, Joe felt his rearranged crotch muscles involuntarily
contract as he gazed at his friends muscular back.

	I really am turning female, Joe thought, as he brushed his
fingers over the sleek little spandex covered bulge of his clitoris.
He suddenly realized what he was doing and looked around, relieved no
one had seen him.

	Jay turned and looked at Joe. Joe suddenly realized that he
had better remove the terry cover-up immediately, or be thrown in
wearing it.

	Jay was acting like a teenage boy when around Joe. Joe knew
his friend had become infatuated with Joe's sexy new femininity. It
was a compliment, Joe considered, but he didn't feel comfortable
enough to want a relationship. Not yet anyway. He still wanted to be
buddies with Jay. It was difficult, considering what they had already
done together, at Joe's suggestion.

	Curios to experience sex as a female, Joe found the courage to
try it with Jay. And Jay didn't resist for a moment.

	The experience had been very satisfying for them both. Joe
discovered a heightened sensitivity that was part of being female, and
Jay found an attractive, sensuous partner who really understood him,
and of course, shared his interests.

	To Jay, it was simply the perfect combination.

	He told a nervous, self concocts Joe, who begged him to back
off, at least temporarily.

	Joe had to find himself before he could ever try to be a WOMAN
for somebody else, even, or maybe especially for, his best friend.

	Joe barely got the little cover-up off when he was lifted off
his feet and unceremoniously tossed into the pool. Joe could sense
Jay's strong muscles as he held him. He could also detect a careful,
affectionate gentleness.

	The water was pleasantly warm, and as he surfaced, Joe again
noticed the extra buoyancy the change had given his body. When he
opened his eyes, Joe instinctively checked that his boobs remained
covered. The underwire cups held them securely in place, but
everything still felt looser than it really was. He was getting used
to them, but having breasts could still create new sensations for Joe.

	Joe was paddling toward the ladder, watching the others at the
pool side.

	Tim was awkwardly removing his cover-up, and Joe got a good
view of the younger mans' profile from behind.

	There was no doubt Tim's body was completely female. Although
he had now become much trimmer with the change, his butt had developed
that characteristic feminine "pear" shape. Tim's swimsuit followed his
new curves closely, the high-cut leg openings emphasized a changed
(and still changing) pelvis. The new wideness was evident by a
noticeable gap at the top of hairless legs, with no masculine bulge.
The form-fitting, light blue suit hid nothing, and it was clear Tim
had little to hide.

	"Get in here, Dave!" Michelle called from the middle of the
pool.

	"No!" Dave answered back. "I agreed to wear this, but I ain't
getting it wet."

	Joe struggled up the ladder and stood on the pool edge. He
watched as Tim gingerly jumped in feet first, holding his nose.


	The dry air was cold against his wet skin, and Joe decided to
get back in the water. He dove into the five-foot pool, sensing again
the noticeable drag of the suit, and his breasts.

	He bobbed to the surface and was paddling away when he cleared
his eyes in time to see Jay reach the edge and dive in.

	Guessing what was about to happen, Joe began to swim away from
Jay as fast as his now half-strength arms could move him. Jay was
obviously watching, since he headed directly for Joe, his greater
strength allowing him to catch Joe very easily. He went straight for
Joe's ankles, and pulled them to the surface. Jay was acting just like
a teenage boy in love.

	When he wrested his feet free, Joe was able to bob to the
surface for much needed breath. After a couple of gasps for air, Jay
was at it again, this time grabbing Joe around the waist, again
knocking his off his feet. The strength difference was so great, Joe
had little choice but to react to what Jay did. He knew that Jay was
only flirting, and he should be flattered, but it was embarrassing,
and becoming a pain in the butt. When he could, Joe looked at the
table, and could see Linda watching. Joe knew she would be curious
about he and Jay's new, changing, relationship, and wondering how it
might affect her.


	Whether he realized it or not, Jay was confirming Linda's
suspicions. There could be no doubt... The silly way Jay was acting...
They were the actions of a man in love... Or, at least, strong
interest. Linda knew how men acted... When they played like little
boys, they were just letting their hormones run wild. She watched as
poor Joe responded with confused embarrassment. He plainly didn't know
how to take all this masculine attention. Although he smiled at Jay,
between breaths for air, Joe obviously didn't desire the persistent
teasing.

	It had to be infatuation with Joe, thought Linda, since Jay
didn't even seem to notice Michelle, and that knockout body. And he
didn't even look up as Tim removed the terry-cloth jacket and
innocently jiggled his/her tight butt to the pool.

	Except for chubby, moody, Dave Skinner, these guys had
developed bodies most women would die for, Linda thought. And here
they all were, in her pool, trying desperately to learn to act female.

	Linda watched them intently. Only the short hair all but
Michelle still had gave any clue they had ever been anything but
normal women. Even this person sitting quietly next to her... This
apparently thirty-or-so Norm Foster... Joe claimed he was actually
about sixty years old. Yet, he/she looked to be about the same age as
she was.

	What was it like... To be a dirty-old-man... With the body of
an attractive woman?

	Linda wondered what the cage might do for a woman by birth. If
it was such a fountain-of-youth for men, what might it do for women?
Might it make them male? Into old men? The thought made her grin at
the irony of that... A machine that made men young and female, and
women old and male... Again, women get the shaft, she considered.

	But... What if that didn't happen, she thought? What if it
just made a woman young... Or younger looking?

	She decided to ask Joe if she could try it sometime. What was
there to lose? There he was, the love of her life, cavorting around in
her pool, with his school buddy already sniffing around, acting just
like a horny teenager. If it just made her look as young as Joe seemed
to be getting... At least she wouldn't have to act the part of "older
sister" when they went out together.

	And, who knows, maybe she'd get to look sixteen again...

	"I understand you and Joe planned to be married soon." Linda
heard someone say.

	She looked over at Norm, who was attempting to break the
obvious silence by making small talk.

	"Yes." Linda responded. "In June. We WERE going to get married
in June." She emphasized.

	"Joe has good taste." Norm continued. "You are very
attractive. Heh, Heh. Apparently, I seem to still have retained my
eye for the ladies, non-the-less." He giggled at the irony.

	Linda thought about things Joe had told her about his own
feelings.

	"I guess it takes time to forget old instincts." Linda said,
then immediately wishing she hadn't.

	"You are very observant, young lady... Linda is it?" Norm
continued.

	"Yes, Please... Linda... " Linda insisted. "And you're...
Norm?"

	"That's correct." Norm answered. "I guess I'll need to change
it, but I haven't decided what yet... I really didn't think it would
happen this fast."

	"Yes... " Linda said haltingly. "Joe... Joe tells me you...
you voluntarily tried the cage?"

	"That's correct." Norm said again. "You probably think I'm a
pervert, or something equivalent, but I assure you, I am not. And I
must tell you, I have never been happier in my life!"

	"You're sixty years old?" Linda asked incredulously.

	Norm laughed. "Almost... I was fifty-nine last month. I guess
I don't look it anymore, do I?"

	"No, no you don't." Linda agreed. "I wonder what that cage
would do for me? I'd sure love to lose a few years."

	"It would be interesting to find out what it might do to a
genetic female." Norm agreed, thinking out loud. "Are you asking to
try it?"

	A chill went through Linda. Joe had said that this genetic
play-toy could possibly kill.

	"Maybe... I might." Linda responded.

	"Well, well, need to discuss it with Dr. Krell. And Joe." Norm
said. "But if you'd like, I think we could arrange it."

	"I think I would." Linda said firmly. "I'll try it, if you'll
let me."

	"It might be dangerous." Norm reminded her. "It certainly
didn't hurt me, but they say it could possibly cause all sorts of
genetic damage. Hard to believe, considering how it's making me feel."
He stretched his arms over his head.

	"You look remarkable... Almost unbelievable." Linda said, more
to herself than to Norm.

	"Yeah. I agree with that." Norm said. "But I admit, It's a
little hard to get used to." He put a hand under each breast and
lifted them gently.

	Linda smiled, not having anything to say. Considering how
guy's reacted to women's breasts and other intimate parts, she found
it interesting how they acted when suddenly provided with their very
own.

	"Do you like it?" She asked.

	"I love it." Norm answered. "I don't have words to say how
much. I... I feel so... so... so complete. I can't describe it."

	"But, don't it seem like something is missing... I mean... "
She lowered her eyes to Norm's crotch.

	"Hah... That? My dear, I'm afraid that wasn't working very
well lately anyway." Norm said, laughing. "But it sure feels like it
works now... I... We just can't see it, that's all."

	Same thing Joe said, Linda thought. It feels as if it's still
there.

	A guy's penis must feel a lot like a clitoris.

	"Of course, there were some advantages to having an outie, as
Joe calls it." Norm continued.

	"Are you going to get wet?" Joe called to Norm. He was
obviously trying to get Jay to bother the others too, not just him.

	"Oh, I guess I can." Norm said happily. "I was just meeting
your... er... lady friend."

	"She can get in here too." Joe said.

	Norm and Linda stood and removed their swimsuit cover-ups.
Only Dave, Cindy, and Becky sat at the table.

	"If Dave wants to be a party-pooper, let him." Joe continued.
Cindy... Becky... Get in here!"

	"No, I really don't think so." Cindy said softly.

	"Not today, please." Becky said, smiling, but very
embarrassed.

	With more people in the pool, Jay didn't chase Joe quite so
obviously, though he always stayed near him. Joe went over to the
edge, where Linda treaded water.

	"This guy is wearing me out." Joe told her, voicing the
obvious.

	"He seems very attentive." Linda said, smiling at Jay, who
suddenly realized he was flirting with Linda's "guy".

	"Just trying to help Joe get some exercise." Jay stammered,
trying to think of an excuse for his actions.

	"Don't worry about it." Linda said calmly. "I can see what's
happening."

	"Linda... I... We... It's not like you think." Joe's words
stumbled out.

	"You're a big girl, Joe Bates." Linda reminded him. "Get used
to it."

	The smile never left her face, but it was plain Linda was
hurting inside.

	Linda went to the ladder and got out of the pool. Joe followed
behind, and Jay followed them both.

	Linda sat at the other, empty table. Joe sat next to her, and
Jay joined them.

	"I'm sorry, Linda." Joe begged.

	"No need." Linda said. "There is no problem. I just have to
adjust, that's all."

	"Linda, Joe and I... We're old pals... I mean... " Even Jay
had no good explanation.

	"Look... Guy's... Or, boys and girls... Whatever... There is
no problem... It's me." Linda repeated.

	"But... " Joe stammered.

	"Joe... Please leave me alone for a few minutes!" Linda
snapped suddenly. "I just need some space!"

	"Ok. Ok. Jay, help me bring the trays from the kitchen." Joe
said.

	Jay followed obediently. They went in the kitchen, and Joe
retrieved a tray of peel-and-eat shrimp from the refrigerator.

	"Did you get that paperwork from the state?" Jay asked, as Joe
arraigned the shrimp.

	"What paperwork?" Joe asked.

	"I mailed you some things concerning your... er... status
change. It arrived, I reviewed it, then sent it to you."

	"You sent it here?" Joe asked.

	"My assistant did." Jay responded.

	"She knew about this address?" Joe continued.

	"Hmmm... Maybe not." Jay considered. "Your file address is
your own apartment, it might have gone there."

	"I haven't been there for a few days." Joe informed him.
"Maybe I should drive over and check my mail."

	"It's not very important." Jay told him. "It can wait."

	"Yeah, but there might be other things, too." Joe considered.
"When this is over, I'll drive over there."

	The others left the pool when Joe and Jay brought the trays.
Joe remembered that he should get out of the wet swimsuit as soon as
possible. He didn't want to get thrown in again. As soon as he could,
Joe excused himself to go inside and change.

	"I think I will too." Tim chimed in.

	"Follow me." Joe said. He liked the young man's company.

	Tim retrieved the beach bag from Becky, then followed Joe into
the house. Joe wondered if he should guide Tim to the hall bathroom,
but instead, curiosity caused him to let the attractive young "woman"
change clothes with him.

	Joe's bed was covered with his new underwear purchases. Tim
looked at the dainty garments and smiled.

	"Kinda fun, huh." He said knowingly.

	Joe looked at the young man, who was removing his suit top,
exposing two of the firmest boobs, and perkiest nipples, Joe had ever
seen.

	"I don't think I'll ever get used to it." Joe admitted,
staring unashamedly at Tim's chest.

	"Me either." Tim agreed, realizing the older guy was
mesmerized by his body.

	"My god, Tim, you're beautiful." Joe exclaimed, trying to
resist the urge to reach out and touch him.

	"Yeah... I'm kinda turning into jail bait, ain't I." Tim
giggled, sounding just like the young girl he appeared to be.

	"You do look awful good... " Joe agreed. "I'm not nearly as
horny as a used to be, but... "

	"Yeah. Sometimes I just want to stand in front a mirror and
stare at myself. I can't believe I look like this." Tim declared.
"Becky probably thinks I'm nuts."

	"She'd probably feel the same way if she woke up being a guy."
Joe noted. "How's she taking it?"

	"Oh... Real good, I think, once she realized it was really me
here." Tim said, wiggling out of the bikini bottom. "But, she wants me
to go home and tell Mom and Dad about this."

	"They will have to find out, won't they?" Joe asked.

	"Sure, I guess they will... But... I just don't know how to
tell my dad. What will he think when he sees me this way?" Tim
wondered.

	"I guess he'll need to accept that he's got two daughters
now." Joe said, grinning as he noticed Tim's closely trimmed "bikini
area".

	Tim looked down. Even in the low light of the bedroom, the red
on his face was evident.

	"The darn hair stuck out the sides of the suit when I pulled
it on." He explained. "When Becky saw it, she insisted I do that.
Hell, I hardly have hair anywhere else."

	"Uh huh." Joe mused. "Don't worry, Linda did the same thing to
me." He slipped his arms out of the one-piece, and pulled it down,
exposing his own pubic area.

	"Think about it, Joe!" Tim exclaimed, staring at Joe's
nakedness. "We're really women now!"

	"You just noticed that?" Joe teased. "Wait till we experience
PMS."

	"Don't even talk about stuff like that." Tim ordered. Becky
started telling me about those things, and it gives me the creeps."

	"Well, I've already been afflicted by a yeast infection." Joe
declared. "Trust me, you don't want that!"

	"How'd you get it?" Tim asked. "What does it feel like?"

	"I don't really know how I got it." Joe answered. "But it's a
killer itch, and then a itching, burning sensation, especially when
you pee. And it's not in a place you can really scratch either." He
said, grinning.


	"Is it catching?" Tim wondered aloud.

	"I don't think so." Joe declared. "Not unless we share clothes
or underwear... Stuff like that."


	Tim grabbed his swimsuit, and put it in his gym bag.

	"Stay away from me then." Tim said simply.

	"Don't worry." Joe laughed. "You may look cute enough to eat,
but you don't seem to be my type."

	"Yeah... I don't know what TYPE we are anymore." Tim agreed.
"Joe... "

	"What do you want, Tim?" Joe asked.

	"Joe... Do you think you could come along when I go see my
dad?" Tim asked.

	"Why... ? Why would you want that?" Joe asked.

	"Joe... I don't really want him to see me like this... But if
I do have to see him, I think it would help if he saw that I'm not the
only one this happened to. If he could see you too... "


	"Kind of a show-and-tell?" Joe asked, laughing.

	"Well... I... I... " Tim stammered.


	"Don't worry, I'd be pleased to see your father." Joe told
him.

	"Great! Great... I'm so glad... I didn't want to go there with
Becky... It's so embarrassing... My sister... "

	"Yeah... but now you CAN both wear stuff like this." Joe said,
seductively pulling on a pair of white cotton briefs.

	"My concession to that yeast infection." Joe declared, as he
saw Tim watching him dress. But I'm wearing this on top." He picked up
the silver satin bra.

	Becky helped me pick my stuff." Tim announced, pulling a white
cotton bra, and Calvin Kline white cotton hip-hugger panties from the
gym bag.

	"Did you get any like this?" Joe asked, holding out one of the
satin thongs.

	"No, but I think I'd like to get some." Tim answered. "I love
the way they feel to the touch."

	"It's almost worth going through the change, just to be able
to wear 'em." Joe teased, taking the liberty to pat Tim's cute little
butt as he walked past.

	"Hey, watch it!" Tim said, showing mock irritation. "I'm not
THAT kind of girl."

	"Oh, yeah?" Joe asked seductively. "Just what kind of GIRL are
you?"

	"You'll never know." Tim moaned, pumping his pantied hips as
if making love.

	"These kids now-a-days." Joe clucked, as he watched Tim
wiggle. "Dress 'em up, send them to school, and then they turn out
like this."

	"Yeah, I don't know how I'm gonna use my A and P now that I'm
like this, much less an Aero degree." Tim lamented.

	"What do you mean?" Joe asked. "You're still the same
person... Inside anyway. Maybe you're smaller, and not as strong, but
an engineer don't need big muscles."

	"Yeah, I can just see them hiring a little teenage girl... "
Tim went on.

	"Now, Tim... You have a job now, don't you?" Joe questioned.
"Honeybone won't forget what happened, especially now that we have
Norm Foster on our side."

	"How long will he last, now that he's gone through this too?"
Tim asked.

	""You think they'll remove him, just because of what he's
done?" Joe asked incredulously.

	"I wouldn't be surprised." Tim explained. "I know how I feel
now... I can see how he has become... He's gonna lose the tough edge
he needs to stay at the top. He probably already lost it."

	Joe considered what Tim was saying. Could he be right? It was
probably true, in a way. Since the change, he himself was no longer as
interested in work, in any type of competition. The daily grind had
assumed a lower priority. If the same thing happened with Norm, maybe
Tim was right.

	"Well, even if it does happen, it hasn't happened yet." Joe
told him. "Worry about problems you can do something about."

	"Yeah, like how I look in shorts?" Tim asked, as he slipped
his trim butt into white shorts.

	Joe grinned as he watched Tim wiggling into his clothes.

	"Uh-huh. That's right." Joe teased. "And trying to keep the
tan lines in the right place." He pulled the bra away fro his right
breast slightly, so that the contrast in skin color was evident.

	"You look pretty good too Joe." Tim said, as residual male
instincts surfaced again.

	"Since we have such a mutual admiration society, maybe we
should plan some sort of lesbian love session." Joe teased.

	"That's not how I'd think of it, even if that might be what it
looked like." Tim answered in total seriousness.

	"Do you feel the same way I do?" Joe asked cautiously. "I
mean... Do you want to just throw me on the bed and touch me all
over?"

	"Oh God... Do I." Tim moaned. "Hey, I might look like little
girl, but there's still a twenty-one-year-old guy in here." He rolled
his eyes hack.

	"Yeah, and those little tits are giving me a boner that should
be ripping this underwear, instead of soaking it." Joe said, looking
at Tim's bra covered chest, and rubbing two fingers along his own
pubic area for emphasis.

	"That happens to you too?" Tim asked. "Sometimes I think I'm
peeing my pants."

	"I think that's just normal now." Joe said. "At least from my
vast experience with women."

	"Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to screw with a
guy?" Tim asked, lowering his voice.

	Joe considered... Should he tell him?

	"Yeah... I think it would be kind of interesting, don't you?"
Joe said.

	"Uh-huh." Tim responded. "When I see a guy now... Sometimes...
I guess I've never noticed guy's muscles before. They make me feel
funny... You know?"

	"Yeah... I know exactly." Joe agreed. "I still get turned on
by women... Almost like before, but guys... Yeah, I'd like to get one
in bed right now."

	"I don't think I'd know how to act." Tim decided. "I mean... I
think I do... did Ok with girls... But getting it on with a guy... "

	"I don't think it would be all that different." Joe advised,
trying not to sound over qualified.

	"I don't know... " Tim objected. "I know I sure feel more
things... In more places, now." He cupped his breasts in his hands for
emphasis.

	"Those are the best looking boobs I have ever seen." Joe said,
gazing at them adoringly.

	"Yeah, but it kinda hurts sometimes." Tim responded. "They
don't always feel like they look."

	Joe thought about his own chest. That was an understatement.

	"Seems the grass is always greener." Joe agreed.

	They finished dressing, and went back out. Tim walked in front
of Joe, and Joe couldn't take his eyes off Tim's tiny butt. He
wondered what it would be like to spend some time in bed with this new
Lolita. He tried to block the thought from his mind.

	They spent the rest of the evening catching up on what was
happening to them, discussing the things they found they liked, and
disliked. Norm, who had only one day's experience, learned a lot. In
return, he was a sounding board about company issues. Norm took it all
in stride, offering explanations where he could, and sympathy where he
couldn't. Solid friendships were formed.

	Finally, it was after eleven, and time to wrap it up.

	Eventually, only Linda, Jay, and Joe remained.

	There was a silence in the air that was deafening.

	Joe decided to try to break the ice.

	"Linda... I would like... He started.

	"Please, Joe. Don't start." Linda cut him off. "I'll be al
right. I just have to get used to this, that's all."

	"But... Don't you... "

	"I'm going to bed." Linda declared, taking the trays, and some
of the empty glasses inside.

	Joe didn't know what to do.

	He and Jay just sat there, in the dim light looking at each
other.

	"Women!" Jay said, obviously meant to tease Joe, and break the
tension.

	"This is weird, Jay." Joe declared.

	"Yup. It sure is." Jay agreed. "But what can you expect? I
mean... You are a woman now, too."

	"Maybe... Maybe... But I don't think of myself like that. Not
yet, anyway." Joe added.

	"I guess I can't help but look at you that way." Jay
announced. "You ARE physically, legally, and I think, mentally female
now, if you ask me."

	"You think I think like a girl?" Joe asked, showing surprise.

	"Not always, but more and more." Jay told him.

	"Hmmm... " Joe said softly, looking at the glistening water of
the pool.

	"But I like it." Jay said quickly. "Let's go get your mail,
and maybe stop for a night cap."

	Joe thought about it. He wasn't tired, and maybe it would be
best if he left Linda alone for a while. He hoped Jay wouldn't try to
jump his bones.

	"Well... All right. I guess we can." Joe agreed.

	Joe followed Jay to his Porsche. He seldom rode on the right
side, and almost never like this, as a woman with a man.

	They quickly arrived at Joe's apartment. Joe opened the door,
and Jay went inside first, instinctively displaying a protective
attitude.

	Before going inside, Joe checked the mailbox, and found a
number of letters, most of them junk mail. There were also a few
magazines.

	Joe then went directly into the kitchen, surveying the
familiar surroundings.

	"I guess I should move back here." Joe announced.

	"What put the bee in Linda's bonnet?" Jay asked, voicing the
obvious?

	"Well, you don't think it might have had anything to do with
the way you were clinging to me the entire evening?" Joe asked
sarcastically.

	"She's jealous?" Jay asked. "Jealous of me?"

	"You are acting awfully strange." Joe declared.

	Jay sat back, thinking.

	"I guess I was acting a little juvenile." Jay admitted.

	"Just a little." Joe agreed.

	Joe got up and went to the refrigerator.

	"How about a Mick." Joe asked.

	"Sounds good." Jay agreed, taking to bottle Joe offered.

	Jay twisted the cap off, and watched as Joe struggled with
his.

	"Give it here, young lady." Jay teased.

	Joe finally admitted defeat and handed the bottle to Jay, an
embarrassed grin on his face.

	"You have no idea how embarrassing stuff like this is." Joe
declared. "There are so many things... "

	"Yeah, but there are so many new things you can do." Jay
reminded him, winking.

	"Nothing to be proud of." Joe objected.

	"The heck there isn't." Jay said. "Joe, you're the best there
is, in my vast experience."

	It was only a matter of time before sex again became the
topic, Joe thought.

	"Besides that." Joe said.

	"You're intelligent, beautiful, mechanically inclined, a
fantastic pilot." Jay itemized. "Add, a terror in bed, and you total
up as perfect to me, Joe Bates."

	"I'm just your old drinking buddy." Joe declared, holding up
the bottle.

	"You're my old drinking buddy, but not just that." Jay
corrected. "Not since you started to look like that."

	"I can't help it." Joe reminded him.

	"And I can't either." Jay said.

	"Humfft!" Joe snorted. He could feel the beer warming him.

	"Can I stay here tonight?" Jay asked carefully.

	"By yourself?" Joe teased.

	"No, with you." Joe said, sounding very serious.

	"Jay, we can't do anything right now... "

	"Let's just crawl into bed and see what happens." Jay
persisted.

	"I can't!" Joe said.

	"Sure you can... "It's great. You know it is." Jay insisted.

	"No. I can't. Not right now." Joe repeated.

	Jay looked at Joe. Suddenly his eyes widened.

	"You're getting your period!" Jay announced, as if discovering
a great secret. "Fantastic! You're a complete woman, already!"

	"Stop it... Stop it." Joe ordered. "I'm not having a period,
thank God."

	"So... What is it then?" Jay asked.

	"Jay I tell you almost everything, can't I have any privacy?"
Joe asked.

	"Why can't we sleep together?" Jay asked simply. "I like it.
You like it. It won't hurt anybody else. So what's the problem with
that?"

	Joe looked very embarrassed.

	"I've got this problem... " He stammered.

	"You're not getting a period, what else is there?" Jay
wondered aloud.

	"Jay... I've got a... a yeast infection." Joe blurted.

	"A yeast infection?" Jay repeated.

	"Yeah... You know... Itching, burning... Stuff like that." Joe
said sarcastically.

	"How did that happen?" Jay asked.

	"I don't know... It just happens sometimes... " Joe explained.
"I might have caught it from you!"

	"I don't have one." Jay objected. "I don't think so, anyway...
Can I even get one?"

	"Well, there usually aren't any symptoms for males." Joe
explained. "But I can tell you, it hurts like hell when you're like
this."

	"And you think you caught it from me?" Jay asked, taking what
Joe said seriously.

	"Oh, hell, I don't have any idea." Joe said softly. "Does Barb
get them?"

	"She don't tell me, if she does." Jay considered.

	"Yeah I guess she wouldn't." Joe agreed. "It is a PRIVATE
matter."

	"So... What does it mean?" Jay asked, getting back to the
subject.

	"For me, it means, pain, suffering, and having to put
medication inside there every day." Joe said. "For you, you'll have to
stay out for at least a week, maybe more." He grinned.


	"I'd sure like to take you right here." Jay said, looking at
Joe's body with noticeable lust.

	"Go over to Barb." Joe suggested. "Find out if she's got an
infection." He laughed.

	"I don't want to sleep with Barb." Jay said seriously. "I want
to sleep next to you, even if we can't mess around."

	Joe looked at him. It was obvious he meant it.

	Joe took his hand.

	"It might happen." He said softly.

Article 91405 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 46)
Date: Thu, 31 Aug 1995 18:54:34 GMT

			      Chapter 46

	Joe woke when he felt the bed shaking. He looked over to see
Jay rolling to the side to get up.

	What time was it? He wondered. In a moment, he was alert
enough to fix his location... His own apartment.

	The digital readout indicated 0600.

	Six AM! Morning!

	The night was over. He had slept like a rock.

	Joe felt beneath the sheet... He still had his cotton panties
on. He sure didn't remember Jay trying anything, but then, he had
slept soundly...

	Who knows what the horny guy might have done?

	Actually, Jay behaved like quite a gentleman, content to
simply fondle Joe's breasts, butt, and between his legs... There only
through the cotton underwear.

	It seemed that Jay took Joe's warning of infection seriously,
and didn't insist or try forcing Joe into anything he didn't want.

	Joe found the intimate hugging and touching surprisingly
satisfying. Sure, he would have liked to let Jay in, but didn't think
it would be a wise idea. He certainly didn't want to spread the
infection.

	The dim light entering the room was enough to illuminate the
clothes strewn about. He saw the shorts, top, and satin bra laying on
the dresser.

	How many times had he woke to see some girls intimate things
there? But now the dainty things were his.

	On the chair were Jay's clothes. All of them.

	Jay got up and went into the bathroom and Joe confirmed his
friend was completely naked. When he turned to face him, Joe could see
Jay's penis bobbing around as he walked. The once familiar sight now
seemed almost comical, though Jay didn't seem to notice.

	It was so soft. But that's not the way it was last night. When
they finally agreed to sleep together, Joe wanted to shower first, to
wash off the pool chlorine smell. When Jay curled up next to him, he
began rubbing his erect penis against Joe and poking his buttocks with
it.

	It was strange, having a guy do that, but Joe was sympathetic.
He spent a few nights with Linda when she didn't want sex because of
her period. He once did the same thing to her. He remembered how Linda
responded, taking him into her mouth, but he wasn't quite ready to
relieve Jay like that, not now anyway.

	Not that doing that really repulsed him, but he wanted to be
sure that Jay wasn't already contaminated by the dreaded yeast
infection.

	Although Jay insisted he was symptom free, Joe insisted he see
his doctor to get a clean bill of health. Jay grudgingly agreed.

	As a compromise, Joe fondled Jay's penis till he came... His
first actual "hand-job" to a male.

	Joe found the warm, stiff penis captivating. He was also
amazed at the amount of semen that emanated from it when Jay
ejaculated. He teasingly rubbed the slippery substance all over Jay's
softening organ and his cool testicals. It was definitely sobering to
consider that this milky substance might cause him to become pregnant.
The concept was both frightening and intriguing.

	Joe rolled into the warm spot where Jay had been. He could
detect Jay's scent on the pillow. Or, maybe it was his own old, male
smell, but he couldn't tell the difference. He hadn't washed the linen
since the change and he thought he could recognize his old smell.
Before, he didn't even know he had one, but now... It was all over the
room... MAN smell. Was it just his nose, or did all women smell it? It
was kind of musty... a pleasing smell, he thought. He wondered if he
smelled like a girl now. Probably... Why not?

	He had all the girl parts.

	Speaking of girl parts... Joe should have inserted more
medication last night, but he couldn't. The tube was in his room at
Linda's.

	Tightening the muscles of his crotch, Joe tried to determine
if his vagina burned or itched. It certainly didn't seem to, but he'd
know for sure when he went to the bathroom. If it was going to burn,
it would when he peed.

	Hearing the tinkling sound emanating through the closed door.
Joe imagined Jay standing and peeing. Life was so simple for a guy...

	In a moment, Joe heard the shower running. For an instant, he
considered joining Jay in the bath, then decided against it. It would
be too hard to object if Jay insisted on taking him in the shower. He
just didn't think his will to resist was that strong anyway.

	What would Linda think when he straggled back this morning
wearing the same clothes as last night? Would she know? Would she ask
questions? Surely she would... How could she not? She probably
expected it.

	Joe stretched his arms over his head... He felt so good in the
morning. All this female stuff sure agreed with him... With his
body... at least.

	He felt his breast. Last night, Jay had been so considerate...
so gentle... He even touched Joe differently, softer, when it became
clear that they weren't going to have intercourse. Just gentle
fondling... The warm security of Jay's arms... Joe really enjoyed it.
Who said intercourse was everything?

	As he slowly moved a fingernail along his erect aerolea, Joe
felt some pleasant little shocks that went straight down to his penis,
or clitoris actually.

	He experienced an immediate erection sensation.

	Joe slid his other hand under the waistband of his panties. He
moved down the pubic hair till he touched his genital cleft. Running a
finger along the sensitive tissue, he found the tiny, slightly
protruding nub that was his clitoris. It was usually hidden and
difficult to touch without causing an almost painful sensation, but a
light tickle could be simply fantastic. The little organ reacted to
the attention by enlarging till it extended just slightly beyond the
moist labial folds. Joe fondled it with a feathery lightness till his
whole body shook with orgasm. He moved his legs apart, spread-eagle,
wishing Jay was finished in the shower. If he just came out right now,
Jay could screw him as long as he desired.

	But Jay remained oblivious to the treat that lay just the
other side of the wall and kept on soaking in the warm water spray.

	Joe placed his palm flat against his pubis and pressed down
firmly. Doing that caused a feeling that was strangely pleasant and
helped overcome the almost unbearable urge to be penetrated.

	He lay there, breathing deeply, squeezing his breast with one
hand, and cupping his yearning vulva with the other. Joe closed his
eyes and savored the sensations, oblivious to practically everything
going on about him.

	Joe was brought out of his stupor by the shower pipe clanking
as it was shut off. He pulled his hand out of his underwear, wiping
his fingers on the bed linen. His panties were going to be wet once
more.

	When Jay finished drying off, he came back into the bedroom.
He was still naked, and Joe watched him intently. Jay looked at Joe
and realized he was being stared at.

	"See anything you like?" Jay asked, raising his arms and
pirouetting.

	Joe grinned sheepishly.

	"Maybe... Maybe not." Joe answered, attempting to hide his
embarrassment

	"You look so darn cute in the morning." Jay exclaimed, ogling
Joe's bare breasts, just visible in the dim light.

	Joe pulled the sheet up, and smiled demurely. His own eyes
were locked on Jay's growing erection.

	Jay looked down at his appendage. He grinned.

	"Sorry, but you do that to me." Jay apologized.

	"Come here a second." Joe ordered, holding his arms out, the
bed sheet falling from his chest.

	Jay went to the foot of the bed and quickly made his way to
Joe. He pulled the sheet away, exposing Joe completely.

	Joe wrapped his arms around Jay's powerful chest and opened
his legs.

	Jay let his stiff organ rub against the cotton panties
covering Joe's crotch, enjoying the mutual stimulation.

	Joe ground his vulva up and down against Jay's penis in
response. The sensation was exquisite.

	"God, I need you!" Jay exclaimed, his breath coming is gasps.

	"I want you too." Joe admitted. "But we gotta wait till next
week."

	"Easy for you, Mother Theresa." Jay panted.

	"You'd probably be amazed how similar it feels." Joe
announced. "If anything, I think it might be worse now."

	Jay moved his hand to between Joe's legs. He touched the wet
underwear.

	"My God!" He exclaimed. "Have you had an accident?"

	"Maybe I'm just glad to see you." Joe said, smiling widely,
but feeling a flush of embarrassment warm his cheeks.

	"Do you always get this wet?" Jay asked incredulously.

	"Well Doc, I guess it's only been the last week or so." Joe
said, calmly. "And usually, only when I'm around you."

	"I don't see how you can stand it." Jay sympathized.

	"Not much choice, is there?" Joe asked.

	"I guess maybe it's sort of like that boner of yours... " Joe
went on. "It can be embarrassing sometimes, but it can come in handy,
too."

	"All this is just from being turned on?" Jay asked again,
rubbing his moist fingers together.

	"Don't worry, I didn't pee, or anything." Joe advised. "I
can't help it. It just happens."

	"I don't think I've ever seen another woman who got this
wet... This excited." Jay continued. "Have you?" He added.

	"I really don't remember." Joe responded. "I guess not. Maybe
I've just never turned somebody on this much." He grinned.

	"You're really that excited?" Jay queried again.

	"If you really knew how much I wanted it right now... " Joe
pushed his crotch against Jay's stiff erection for emphasis.

	"It can be arranged... " Jay told him.

	"No... No... We better not." Joe warned. "I'll still be around
next week. We can do it then. It'll be great too, you'll see."

	"I don't doubt it, old pal." Jay said. "But I don't know if I
can stand it till then."

	"You'll live." Joe told him. He'd been there before himself.

	"You've got it easy now." Jay reminded him. "It's much harder
for a guy."

	Joe reached down and took Jay's cock in his hand. It felt so
huge and stiff. He began to pump it, knowing full well Jay was almost
ready to erupt.

	He felt strangely powerful, to cause this intense reaction in
his friend.

	"Ahhh! That feels great!" Jay exclaimed. "Don't stop... Please
don't stop!"

	When he heard that, Joe pumped ever faster. He knew Jay liked
to be handled much rougher than it seemed he should. Joe remembered
the way he felt before the change... His own body had become far too
sensitive to tolerate such treatment now.

	Jay tried to reciprocate by stroking and fondling Joe's
breasts. Joe didn't have the heart to tell his friend it did little
for him. What Joe wanted... What Joe needed... was Jay's stiff
manhood inside him. Deep inside. He wanted to wrap his legs around
Jay, and he did, all the time keeping up the pumping action, rubbing
the tip against his own soft, sensitive, panty covered genital mound
every chance he could.

	It took tremendous discipline to keep from slipping the
panties aside and sliding the penis in. It would have gone in so easy
too. It seemed as if it was simply meant to be there.

	Suddenly, Joe sensed Jay tense up. He squeezed Jay's penis
hard and could feel it pulsing slightly as Jay ejaculated. It was not
quite as strong as before, but it still had enough force to hit Joe's
belly.

	Jay just seemed to lock in position as the powerful sensation
wracked his body. When he finished, he looked at Joe, embarrassed.

	"I'm sorry I did that." He said seriously. "I just couldn't
help myself."

	Joe looked at his friend. It was so strange. For some reason,
he felt a powerful need to comfort this man... This person he had long
known as a peer.

	"No problem, I understand." Joe said, gently running his
sensitive fingers through the coarse hair on Jay's chest.

	Joe couldn't help but feel content with himself.

	"That's what I like about you." Jay said. "You become this
sexy babe, but you still think like a guy."

	"Huh! Babe? Jay, it's still just me!" Joe exclaimed. "But I
doubt if many regular guys have their mind on what I'm thinking right
now."

	"Oh... Yeah?" Jay asked. "What's that?" The curiosity evident
in his voice.

	Joe smiled.

	"I was just imagining how you might feel inside me." Joe said,
winking seductively.

	"Give me ten minutes or so, and we can both find out." Jay
declared. "I'm afraid I'm just a little out of service right at the
moment."

	"Nope. We gotta get going." Joe announced. "I still need to
clean up for work."

	Joe rolled to the side of the bed and threw his legs over the
side. When he sat up, he experienced a slight twinge as his still
growing breasts reacted to the pull of gravity. He rubbed a hand
across them and looked down. The erect nipples were still painfully
sensitive. He took one and rolled it between his fingers, examining
the way it felt.

	"Feel good?" Jay asked. He had been watching Joe intently, and
found Joe's self-fondling a tremendous turn-on.

	"Hurts a little, if you really want to know." Joe explained.
"Not much really, I suppose I still have to get used to the way they
feel in the morning."

	"It would take me longer than that." Jay said. "Joe, do you
realize you look positively drop-dead beautiful?"

	Joe looked at his friend. He didn't feel beautiful.

	"I feel sweaty." Joe countered, feeling the sticky semen on
his abdomen. "I better shower again."

	"Can I watch?" Jay said, sounding just like a little boy.

	"Get dressed." Joe ordered. "Enough show and tell for now."

	Joe went into the bathroom and closed the door. He looked in
the mirror over the sink and saw the attractive, short-haired, young
girl staring back. Jay was right... He didn't look too bad...

	He ran his fingers through his hair, and then shook his chest,
partly to check for the little ache, but mostly just to see his soft
breasts wiggle once again.

	He pulled his panties down, examining the wet crotch. He'd
need to do something about that.

	Joe sat and relieved himself, noting no burning or pain as he
did so.

	The infection must be getting better, he thought.

	When he finished, Joe went to the shower and started it
running. As the water warmed, he retrieved the panties from the floor
and looked at them again. His own secretions on one side, Jay's
ejaculate on the other. He couldn't possibly wear them later. What
could he use? He only had male undershorts at the apartment.

	Joe dropped the underwear on the counter and went to the
shower. He made a final adjustment on the water temperature, and
stepped inside. The sensation of the warm water spray hitting his body
felt almost sinful. He detected a slight razor stubble under his arms
and retrieved his Trac II from the sink drawer. Jay had already used
it, but the blade was still sharp enough for underarms, and to touch
up his legs. It was quite nice not having to shave his face anymore,
he thought. Legs and pits were an acceptable trade-off. When he
finally finished, Joe stepped from the shower and dried himself.

	He brushed his short hair as he looked in the mirror. His hair
was obviously growing faster than when he was male. While still too
short, it seemed to be a little longer already. It wouldn't be long
before he stopped looking unusual.

	Finished, he examined the panties once more. No way would he
put them back on. He picked them up with two fingers and carried them
to the bedroom.

	Jay's eyes followed him as Joe walked to the bed and dropped
the panties on the end.

	"I can't wear these." Joe announced.

	"What about your guy stuff?" Jay asked, knowing what he meant.

	"It's all I got." Joe agreed with a shrug. "I guess it'll do
till I get to Linda's."

	"I think it might even look sexy." Jay considered. "A real
contrast."

	Joe looked at him and frowned.

	"Please stop staring at me like that!" Joe ordered. "I feel
like you'll burn a hole in me."

	"But... You're so beautiful." Jay protested. "Can I help it if
I just can't take my eyes off you?"

	"Well, do you have to leer?" Joe asked. "If you ain't real
careful, I'll make you leave the room."

	"OK. OK." Jay said, grinning. "I'll divert my eyes... Get some
clothes on."

	Joe went to the dresser drawer where his male underwear was
kept. He opened the drawer and sorted through the white cotton BVD's
and Fruit of the Loom's.

	He finally decided on a pair of emerald green cotton briefs.

	Stepping into them, Joe noticed the little slit provided so a
guy could urinate without pulling his undershorts down. Can't use that
anymore, he mused, rubbing his hand over the now familiar, sleek shape
of his pubis.

	"Let's see." Jay called from the bed.

	Joe spun around and held his arms slightly out in an attempt
at a modeling pose.

	You said they'd be too loose." Jay said. "They fit pretty
good, I think."

	Jay was right. When he tried his undershorts immediately after
the change they had been very loose, but now, except for the waist
band, they actually fit pretty good. Of course, the crotch was cut a
little too full for what it now contained.

	"Yeah. I really think my butt has been getting bigger every
day." Joe agreed, turning to examine his reflection in the dresser
mirror.

	"Looks OK from this angle." Jay complimented.

	"Feels huge though... Like a balloon." Joe commented. "Seems I
got smaller everywhere else, but I think this thing is actually
growing."

	He went to the chair and retrieved the brassiere. Jay watched
as Joe deftly slipped it on.

	Joe grinned, embarrassed at being watched easily performing
such a feminine task.

	"Maybe I'm getting used to these things." He admitted, "But,
you know, a bra actually feels pretty good when you're like this."

	Jay smiled. There was definite infatuation in his eyes.

	"I can hardly remember you any other way." Jay said softly.

	"Me too." Joe agreed. "It's getting easier."

	Joe sat on the bed as he put the rest of his clothes on.

	"Jay... " He asked carefully, as he dressed.

	"Yeah." Jay returned.

	"Jay... Do I really seem like... like a girl... A woman... A
female, to you?" Joe queried.

	"Do you... ? Absolutely." Jay stammered. "What do you think?
Are you concerned I might be gay... Or something... ?"

	"No... No, nothing like that... " Joe hunted for the right
words. "It's just that... You know... I mean... I really am a guy,
you know... Or at least I was... Don't it seem weird, what we've been
doing together?"

	"Does it seem weird to you?" Jay returned. "I mean... You're
the guy, if that's really what you are now. You sure look, act and
even smell like a girl."

	"I smell?" Joe asked. "How?"

	"That was meant as a compliment, Bates." Jay corrected. "Yeah,
you smell like a girl. And I like it... A lot."

	"And I like the way you smell." Joe informed his friend. "I
never noticed it before, but you actually do smell kinda nice."

	"Well, I shower regularly." Jay teased.

	"You know what I mean." Joe objected. "You smell like a guy,
and I can notice it now, too. It... It even sorta turns me on, I
guess."

	"That's great!" Jay exclaimed. "You know how I like to turn
you on!"

	"But... " Joe continued.

	"Yeah... Go ahead." Jay pleaded.

	"But, I want you to know... I still like girls, too." Joe
added. "Not just exactly like before maybe, but close... Is that a
problem for you?"

	"So we share similar taste." Jay considered. "How could that
ever be a problem?"

	"Damn it Jay, be serious, for once. I don't know." Joe agreed.
"I just want you to know... If we happen to decide to do...
something... I still like GIRLS."

	He looked into Jay's eyes, and smiled.

	Jay gazed at his friend. He returned the smile, and winked.

	"Don't worry pal." Jay consoled. "I accept you as you are. In
fact, I think I actually like you better this way."

	"You don't have to live it." Joe said. "I just wish you could
be like this, just one day."

	"If you guys can make that machine do it, I'll try it... For
just a day though." Jay agreed.


	"If we can make the Cage change us back, it will completely
revolutionize gender as we know it." Joe added. "Maybe it's done that
already, I guess."


	When they were ready, Joe and Jay drove to Linda's. It was
after seven, and Linda was getting ready to leave for work. She smiled
when she saw Joe trying to sneak in the kitchen door.

	"Have a rough night?" Linda asked.

	Joe looked at her. She was smiling, and didn't seem angry.

	"No... Not really." Joe told her. "And it wasn't what you're
probably thinking either. We didn't do anything."

	"Why not?" Linda asked. "You two are consenting adults."

	"Linda... " Joe interjected. "Let me explain. I still like
you... I love you... But things are different. I'm different...
Physically... Mentally... Give me some time."

	"You've got it." Linda told him. "I want to understand. But
you've got to let me in on everything. If I'm going to be part of a
threesome now, I want to know about it."

	"Linda... Please understand." Jay was standing in the doorway
and tried to get into the confrontation.

	"I'm all ears." Linda said curtly. "Please explain."

	"One... I'm NOT trying to take Joe away from you. I'd never do
that." Jay said.

	"Have you slept together?" Linda asked.

	Joe and Jay looked at each other. The answer was obvious.

	"Linda... Look at me." Joe explained. "I've changed. My
body... My whole concous has changed. I'm just curious, I guess. Jay
just helped me explore my new situation, that's all."

	"And how about your NEW situation?" Linda asked. "Is there any
place in it for us? For ME?"

	"I'd like to think so... " Joe answered. "I guess that's
really up to you though. But it will be surely different than it was.
It has to be."

	"Then, we really need to talk, I think." Linda declared.

	"I agree." Joe said. "Is now all right?"

	Linda looked at the clock on the oven. "I really have to leave
now. But let's get together again, this evening."

	"Should I come?" Jay asked.

	Linda looked at Joe.

	"That's up to MISS Bates here." She said.

	Joe had never heard Linda using that tone before.

	"Yeah... You better." Joe decided. "Come over about seven."

	That would give him some time alone with Linda.

	"I've got to leave." Linda said. "I'll see you both tonight."

	They watched her walk to her car.

	"Should I stick around?" Jay asked.

	"No need." Joe answered. "I'm just going to dress and head to
work."

	"I'll be over tonight." Jay said, looking at Joe.

	"OK I'll see you then." Joe said.

	Jay just stood very near Joe, saying nothing, but looking
uncomfortable.

	"What is it, Jay?" Joe asked.

	Jay took Joe in his arms and kissed him on the lips.

	Joe just melted in his arms.

	"How was that?" Jay asked when he released Joe.

	"Hmmm... I ahh... " Joe was speechless. He couldn't hide the
pleasure he found in Jay's actions.

	Jay grinned.

	"Face it Bates, you liked it." Jay said.

	"Please ask me when you want to do that." Joe said, regaining
his composure. "You just can't do that any time you want!"

	"I'm sorry." Jay said in mock apology. "Will you forgive me?"

	Joe grabbed Jay's neck and pulled his face to his own. They
kissed again, this time even longer than before. Joe was surprised how
enjoyable the simple act of kissing had become.

	"There... See how you like it!" Joe exclaimed. "And if you
don't leave right now, I might even do that to you again!"

	"Yes Maam!" Jay exclaimed, walking to the door.

	"I'll see you tonight." Joe called as Jay walked out the door.

	"Yeah... Tonight, at seven!" Jay repeated.

	Joe went into his bedroom. He saw the clothes on the bed, and
thought about last night. About changing clothes, with Tim... The
young man had become so beautiful since undergoing the metamorphosis
to femininity.

	He went to the bathroom. Time to put the medication in. Joe
opened the little box with the tube of medication and its applicator.
He filled the applicator, pulled down his shorts and undershorts and,
placing one foot on the commode, placed the medication. When he
finished, Joe pulled up his underwear, but stepped out of the shorts.
It dawned on him that he was wearing men's underpants, so he took them
off.

	Joe rubbed his hand over his pubis. He had just inserted at
large amount of ointment inside himself, and yet, he could feel
nothing. As long as it was past the sensitive nerves at the opening,
there was hardly any sensation of having anything inside the vagina.
And yet, sometimes, the urge to put something in there...

	Joe walked out into the bedroom, trying to decide what to wear
to work. He had just bought some new clothes yesterday while shopping
with Norm. He bought a suit. At least that's what the sales lady
called the matching gray skirt and matching jacket. He liked the
sophisticated look of women who wore clothes like that. While the
dress code at Honeybone was liberal, and anything from jeans to a
dress was acceptable for women employees, many of the women and most
of the secretarial pool tended to dress up for work. Now Joe knew why.
It was fun.

	Looking at the pile of panties, Joe considered wearing some of
the new silk one's, but decided that his infection required another
day in the cottons. His last pair. Time to do the laundry tonight.

	Joe slipped the cotton panties on, but chose the new, gray
silk bra to wear under the light gray satin blouse. When he had them
on, he rubbed himself, luxuriating in the slippery softness. He felt
absolutely sexual.

	Pantihose... Now he's need pantyhose. He went to the drawer
and found the nude colored silk-reflections. Although he hated wearing
them, Joe knew they made his legs look (and feel) sexy, He grudgingly
pulled them on.

	Joe then found a suitable half slip to wear under the fine
wool skirt. The weather was very warm, but it was always cool in the
office. He buttoned the skirt around his hips.

	There was no doubt about it, it was impossible not to feel
sexy when you were dressed like this.

	Dave should get some clothes like this and then try to say he
didn't like being a woman.

	A return to the bathroom, for one last brush of his hair, and
he was ready.

	Joe realized he'd need a purse. He still wasn't accustomed to
carrying one of those, but he selected the smallest of the two that he
had, and placed his wallet inside.

	Looking in the purse, Joe noticed a couple of mini-pads. Good
idea, might need 'em, he considered, hoping he wouldn't.

	Ready, Joe went to the kitchen. A quick bowl of grape-nuts,
and he was ready for work.

	It was nine AM. Most everybody would already be there. No
problem. He didn't need to follow any schedule anymore, not that he
ever did, unless he was flight testing.

	Joe drove to Honeybone, and walked passed the guard,
displaying his badge. The guard smiled and waved him through. Joe knew
he would be watched intently as he walked the fifty yards from the
gate to the main building. All the guards watched the women. He did it
too, when they walked ahead of him. He loved to watch the way their
hips swayed as they walked. He wondered if his own tush was moving
like that now. Probably. He could hear the almost undetectable sounds
his pantyhose made when his upper thighs rubbed as he walked. He tried
to remember, but didn't think his legs ever touched as he walked while
he was male.

	When he got to the lab, he was greeted by Jim Matheney,
Michelle, and Tim. They were sitting at their desks reading the
Company newsletter. They all greeted Joe as he entered the room.

	"Hi Joe." Jim said. "I wasn't sure if you were coming in
today."

	"Sorry." Joe said. "I was just running late, I guess."

	"No problem. Not much happening right now. Dr. Krell took Norm
over to the hospital for some tests." Jim said. "You really fixed him
up, didn't you?" He grinned.

	"It was what he wanted." Joe explained. "I just helped him get
what he wanted."

	"I can't believe what he looks like now." Jim said. "But he
does seem to be happy."

	"Yeah. And we've proved that the concept really works." Joe
added. I think we can recreate the phenomena any time we want."

	"Just don't try anything on your own anymore." Jim warned. "We
want to be professional about this."

	"If I didn't try it, we'd still be watching chimps for another
month." Joe said. "Now, at least we understand what we CAN do."

	"Its kinda scary, how quickly and completely Norm has
changed." Jim went on. "And how young he's become. He looks more like
twenty or thirty than sixty."

	"Fifty-nine." Joe corrected. "He's fifty-nine."

	"We're all getting younger." Tim reminded them. "It's still
happening to me, and I already look like a teenager.

	Joe looked at Tim. It was hard to tell, but maybe he was even
younger looking than yesterday. When was it all going to quit?

	"Well, I like it." Mike/Michelle said. "I don't mind being
younger looking, and I'm starting to love the rest."

	They all looked at Mike/Michelle. He just smiled and shrugged
his shoulders.

	"Is Norm coming back over here today?" Joe asked to no one in
particular.

	"I don't know." Jim replied. Norm, Karen, and Dr. Krell left
almost as soon as they arrived."

	"Is he OK?" Joe asked. "He's not sick, or something?"

	"No, not at all." Mike/Michelle answered. "In fact, I think
that's why they want to examine him, because he, or she, is getting so
healthy."

	"You feel like flying?" Jim asked Joe.

	"Yeah, I guess so. Where? When?" Joe asked. The thought of a
few hours in the air did appeal to him.

	"Not today." Jim answered. "Tomorrow. We need to fly a couple
of people down from Minnesota."

	"Sure." Joe replied. "I wouldn't mind getting away from here
for a day."

	"It'll probably be an over-niter." Jim added. "If you go up
tomorrow afternoon, you can be ready to return early the next
morning."

	"Can I go along?" Tim asked. He had been listening to the
conversation.

	Jim looked at the very young looking woman. Tim seemed far too
young to send on such a trip.

	"I don't know, Tim... " Jim responded.

	"Aw, come on... " Joe responded. He knew that Jim's objection
were based solely on his appearance.

	"Tim may look like a little girl, but remember, he's twenty-
one." Joe continued.

	"It's hard to think of you that way." Jim admitted, observing
the pleading look on Tim's face. "OK, Go along. But you two stay out
of trouble."

	"We'll be careful." Joe assured him. He saw the look of glee
in Tim's eyes.

	"Get the 421 ready for launch right after lunch tomorrow." Jim
said. "I don't need you till then. You're free to do what you want."

	"I think I'll go over to Hillcrest to see how Norm's doing."
Joe announced.

	"Can I ride along?" Tim asked in his little girl voice.

	"Sure, why not?" Joe said. "Let's go."

	They left Honeybone and started to go directly to the
hospital.

	"Are you hungry?" Tim asked suddenly.

	Joe looked over at him. He was wearing denim jeans and an off
white shirt or blouse. Tim looked just like a hungry teenager. Joe had
to laugh.

	"Hungry? Already?" Joe asked.

	"It's almost eleven!" Tim retorted. Besides, I hate the food
in the hospital cafeteria."

	"OK. I guess I am a little hungry myself." Joe agreed. "What
are you interested in?"

	"Anything!" Tim said. "Burgers, fries, anything!"

	They were just coming up on a Red Lobster.

	"How about fish?" Joe asked.

	Tim looked ahead. He looked back at Joe. It was plain that
wasn't his favorite food.

	"Yeah... Fish would be alright." Tim announced.

	Joe could tell Tim's heart wasn't in it, but he just wasn't in
the mood for a burger.

	They entered the restaurant and since they were a little
early, there was no crowd. The place was one of Joe's regular lunch
time spots, but he hadn't been here since turning female.

	The Hostess didn't recognize him.

	"Ladies... Smoking or non?" She asked.

	"Non." Joe answered.

	They were seated, and in a few moments, a male waiter came to
their table.

	"What can I get you to drink?" He asked Joe.

	"Iced tea." Joe answered. "No sugar."

	"And how about you, young lady?" The waiter asked Tim.

	"The same." Tim answered.

	The waiter left with their drink order. Tim looked at Joe.

	"I don't think I'll ever get used to being a 'young lady'" Tim
said.

	Joe grinned. He certainly looked like one, none the less.

	"He probably thinks I'm your mother." Joe said.

	"Thanks... Thanks a lot." Tim said.

	Joe just grinned. He knew that, deep down, Tim liked what had
happened to him just as much as Joe did.

	If only the darn de-aging thing would stop...

	The waiter returned with their tea. They asked for a little
more time to scan the menu.

	The waiter returned again, and when he left with the food
order, the conversation resumed.

	"What's going to happen with Dave?" Tim asked.

	Joe stared into his tea glass.

	"I wish I knew." He answered. "I think he's badly depressed
now, but I don't know how to help him."

	"Yeah. He's depressed all right." Tim agreed. "He came in this
morning, and when Mr. Matheny said there was nothing going on, he went
right back home. How can he get help if he won't ask for it?"

	"Dave's my friend." Joe said. "But I can't figure him."

	"It seems like all the rest of us, Me, you Michelle and even
Norm have accepted what happened to us. There's not much we can do to
change it, so we might as well get used to it. Dave should mellow out
a little bit." Tim said profoundly.

	"That's a lot easier to do when you don't have a family.

	"Yeah... But... Hell, its not that easy for me either." Tim
announced.

	"You seem to be getting along pretty well." Joe mused.

	"Joe... I'm a guy! I'm twenty-one! My hormones are raging!
And here I am, looking like a thirteen-year-old. A thirteen-year-old
GIRL." Tim announced.

	"Yeah... ?" Joe answered, not quite knowing where this was
going.

	"Joe... I like girls. They STILL turn me on." Tim continued.
"I don't look the same. I don't look old enough to drive anymore, but
inside, I'm still an adult male!"

	Joe continued to stare into his glass.

	"Women turn me on!" Tim continued, speaking in a little girl
whisper. "Girls turn me on! YOU turn me on!"

	Joe looked into the young man's eyes.

	"I do?" He asked.

	"Damn right." Tim said. "That outfit... It's a knockout... But
all I can think about is what you look like under those clothes."

	"That's definitely how a twenty-one-year-old would think." Joe
agreed.

	"Do you feel like this?" Tim pleaded.

	Joe returned to his tea glass.

	"Yeah, maybe I do." Joe answered. "But I doubt it's as bad as
you say it is for you."

	"I'm not making this up, Joe." Tim said. "At first Becky was
really private... She agreed help me, but, at first, she always stayed
dressed and all that, just like when we were brother and sister. But
now I guess she's getting accustomed to seeing me, the way I am now,
and I guess she thinks I'm really just a regular girl."

	"You do look like one." Joe admitted.

	"Yeah, and so do you." Tim said. But now, sometimes, she walks
around the apartment in just underwear. She comes into the bathroom
when I'm showering to shave her legs. She washes her hair with me,
without wearing a top. Do you have any idea what it does to me? And
she's my SISTER!"

	Joe grinned at his friend. He had a pretty good idea what he
was going through.

	"What do you want?" Joe asked.

	"Hell, I don't know." Tim answered. "I mean, I am a GIRL now.
A teenage girl, at that."

	"I know what you really are." Joe said. "You turn me on too."

	That admittance made Tim grin.

	"Do I?" Tim asked. "You don't think I look too young?"

	"Tim, you got a pair of the sexiest knockers I've ever seen."
Joe explained. "Yeah, you do look a little young, but a lot of guys
actually dream of robbing the cradle."

	"Do you?" Tim asked.

	Joe looked straight into Tim's eyes.

	"Look at me. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly
equipped to deal sexually with a woman or a girl anymore." He said.

	"That's not what Linda said." Tim retorted.

	"So... What do you want? Do you want me to sleep with you? Is
that it?" Joe asked.

	"Does the thought hold any appeal for you" Tim asked.

	Joe's eyes went back to the tea glass.

	"Sure... Of course it does." Joe admitted. "But, do you really
think we should do something like that?"

	"What will it hurt?" Tim asked. "I sure won't get you
pregnant... And you won't knocked me up, as if we really need to worry
about stuff like that."

	"Worry about it!" Joe ordered. "You don't want to get knocked
up. We've all got enough trouble without something like that."

	They ate their food. Joe paid the bill, and they were off for
the hospital.