Article 81859 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 47)
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:38:55 GMT

			      Chapter 47

	As they drove to the hospital, Joe couldn't keep his mind off the
things Tim just said. He kept sneaking glances at the attractive
young changeling, realizing Tim was doing the same thing to him.

	Here they were, two men, former men anyway, each feeling
attracted to the feminine characteristics of the other. Though he
had pretty well adapted to his own femaleness, Joe found Tim's
"little girl" look, along with obvious secondary sexual
characteristics of a mature female, impossible to ignore. Tim, now
stuck inside a body that had metamorphosed to that of a smaller,
precociously young female, still retained at least some of the desires
and urges of the virile young man he had so recently been.

	They smiled each time their eyes would meet, both embarrassed by
what they were each thinking.

	As Joe's car reached the turn to the hospital parking lot, he broke
the uncomfortable silence.

	"I wonder how Norm is getting along with Doctor Krell?" Joe
thought out loud.

	"He sure looked good, didn't he?" Tim responded. "That de-aging
thing helps him a lot. I just wish it wasn't happening to me."

	"It's happening to all of us." Joe reminded him.

	"Well, maybe you don't look much like a guy anymore either, but
at least you're body hasn't turned into a child's." Tim whined.

	"Some child." Joe said grinning, staring down at Tim's ample
curves. The little white T-shirt only served to emphasize the
fullness.

	Joe's attention caused Tim to lean forward slightly in a feeble
attempt to make his new shape a bit less noticeable. Like Joe, Tim
was adapting amazingly well to feminization, but could still be
embarrassed when attention was called to his changed appearance.

	They exited the car and walked to the hospital entrance. Alone in
the elevator, Joe apologized.

	"Sorry for teasing you." Joe said. "I know how embarrassing it is."

	"That's OK." Tim responded. "I guess we need to keep a sense of
humor, don't we?"

	"For sure." Joe agreed.

	The elevator quickly reached the third floor of the small hospital,
the level of Norm's new room.

	The two quickly found the room and entered the open door.

	Norm was there, along with Dr. Krell, Karen and a female nurse
Joe didn't recognize.

	Norm's eyes brightened when he spotted Joe.

	"Joe... Hello!" Norm called. His voice had become even higher and
more feminine sounding, his facial appearance more youthful than
only hours ago.

	"Good morning Norm." Joe responded. Tim nodded his own
greeting.

	Norm was obviously interested in Tim's ever more youthful
appearance.

	"Tim, let me get a good look at you." He asked, rising from a
sitting position on the bed.

	Tim stepped forward and very sti- y did a quick three-sixty,
obviously a bit annoyed by the attention his appearance always
seemed to garner.

	"What do you think, Doc?" Norm asked Dr. Krell. They had
obviously been recently discussing Tim's aging predicament.

	"Hard to say." Dr. Krell responded, obviously not wanting to
discuss Tim's problems in open forum, even if everyone there knew
what was going on.

	"Will all of us become that young looking?" Norm went on. "Will I
look that young?"

	"Only time will tell, Norm." Dr. Krell said, shrugging his shoulders.

	"I hope it stops soon." Tim said.

	"I believe it is slowing." Dr. Krell observed. "You don't appear to
have changed much today, am I right?"

	Tim looked the Doctor in the eye.

	"Well, I'm not needing diapers yet, if that's what you mean." He
snapped. The almost menacing words sounded strange coming from
his girlish voice.

	"Yes... I can see that." Dr. Krell answered, ignoring Tim's caustic
remark. He realized Tim was having difficulty dealing with what
was happening to him.

	"I think it's slowing." Joe agreed. "But things are still happening."

	"What kind of things?" Dr. Krell questioned.

	Joe felt the heat of a blush rise to his face.

	"Well... I... My chest... My boobs... I think I'm still getting...
bigger."

	They all looked at Joe, then at Joe's chest.

	Joe became very conscious of his appearance. He looked at his own
chest, grinning sheepishly.

	"Well... It's true... " He said.

	"Good for you!" Norm teased. "You look very healthy, Joe."

	Dr. Krell remained professional.

	"Are you experiencing any problems?" He asked seriously.

	"I guess not." Joe concluded. "I just wanted to let you know what
was happening."

	"Yes... And I'm glad you do." Dr. Krell complimented. "Do you
think you should be examined again?"

	"Oh please, no." Joe objected. "I can do without that, thank you
very much."

	They had all undergone enough of the examinations, the poking,
prodding and blood samples, to last a long time. It was one thing
to have your body changing, but quite another to have everybody
looking at your private parts all the time.

	"I believe that can wait a few days." Dr. Krell agreed, smiling.
"But if any of you experience anything unusual, let me know right
away."

	"Unusual?" Joe asked. "And just what would you call unusual,
sir?"

	As if there was anything in any way usual about a normal male
developing a totally female appearance.

	Dr. Krell smiled at the irony of his own words.

	"I think you know... Any unusual bleeding, unexplained pain,
lumps... Things like that. If you begin to menstruate, I want to
know about it immediately."

	Begin to menstruate. Just the thought of it made Joe want to rub
his changed genitalia. The staff was obviously anxiously waiting for
the changelings to become "women".

	Who would be the first to experience it?

	"You'll be probably be the second to know, Doc." Norm said
grinning widely.

	Even though he was about sixty, there was a possibility that even
Norm might experience this uniquely female function.
Examinations had shown him to now be completely female, and his
body that certainly appeared young enough to still be fertile.

	"Don't be embarrassed." Dr. Krell advised them. "If it happens, it
will simply be a normal body function."

	Yeah, normal if you're a woman, Joe thought. That concept was
still something they were all still trying to adjust to. As a guy, the
idea of blood emanating from any body orifice was hardly normal.

	Joe glanced at Tim. The new "girl" now looked to be about the
right age for her first period. He could imagine what was going
through Tim's head. Tim absent-mindedly rubbed his hand along
the obvious bulge of his hip as he watched the small doctor work.
Joe often caught himself doing the same thing, touching, feeling,
exploring the strange changes taking place.

	Tim saw Joe watching, and folded his arms in front of his chest,
obviously embarrassed.

	Joe smiled and winked at him. Tim sheepishly returned the grin.

	"Joe, what do you have planned for the evening?" Norm asked.

	Hearing his own name jolted Joe alert.

	"Excuse me?" He asked.

	"What are you going to do this evening?" Norm asked again.

	"Oh, I don't know, Norm." Joe answered. "I have to take the
Cessna to Minnesota in the morning. I don't want to stay out too
late."

	"Would you care to visit some stores with me? Norm asked. "I
need more stuff, and I just kind of like having you along."

	"I don't know, Norm." Joe answered. "I really need to be home at
seven, and I just don't know how long I need to be there."

	Norm sounded disappointed.

	"Give me a call if you get free." He said. "The stores are open till
nine-thirty."

	Norm was adapting to being a woman quite well. Of course, his
idea of what how a woman was supposed to live was that of a
well-to-do sixty year old man.

	Joe now enjoyed shopping for clothes too, but he had other, more
important things to be concerned about.

	Joe noticed pamphlets on the stand at the side of Norm's bed.
Norm had been given the same forms the others received when they
attended Dr. Krell's clinic in San Diego. Though obviously
prepared for patients undergoing sexual reassignment surgery, the
literature was generally applicable to the phenomena that had
changed them.

	They covered various topics. Everything from feminine hygiene,
breast self-exam, applying cosmetics and voice control. Unlike
surgical transsexuals, Joe and his friends voices had become quite
feminine in timbre, but they still tended to talk like the men they
had been. Dr. Krell's staff was familiar with the problem and had
already established a program to train transsexuals to sound more
feminine.

	Joe grinned. He remembered the strange, afternoon class in
California.

	Norm Foster might look just like a natural woman, but the
former-man still needed to be taught to talk, the importance of
wiping front-to-back and how to examine those firm new breasts in
the shower.

	"If I have time, I'll go with you." Joe agreed. "I really can't
promise anything though."

	Joe and Tim left the room. They looked at each other. It was quite
evident that Norm continued to get younger looking. It was much
more obvious in the older man than in either of them. When would
it stop? There wasn't much time left, for Tim at least. Luckily, the
phenomena did seem to be slowing down.

	Dr. Krell was obviously trying to determine what caused it, but it
was clear that he had no idea what was happening.

	"What else is going to happen to us?" Tim asked. "What else?"

	Joe smiled.

	"I dunno." He said. "What would you like to happen?"

	Tim stopped and looked Joe straight in the eye. It was true. The
change had so distorted Joe and Tim's personalities and personal
goals, it was impossible to really say what they wanted. They just
didn't know anymore. At first, restoring their masculinity seemed
very important. Now, after the different hormones had time to
work their powerful magic, there was almost no macho left.

	Tim smiled, but his irritation was evident.

	"Damn it, Joe. I don't want to be a little kid... A little girl.
That's
all." Tim said. "I can live with all the female stuff, but I sure
don't
want to look like a child."

	"Maybe you won't." Joe advised. "The whole thing seems to be
slowing down. Maybe you'll stay like you are. You don't look so
bad... Kinda sexy, really."

	He placed his arm around Tim's shoulder, and pulled them
together. He was a little amazed at how small and soft Tim had
become.

	Tim reacted by grabbing Joe, holding on to him tightly. Joe could
feel him tremble as he returned the hug.

	"What's the matter, Tim?" Joe asked.

	"I'm scared, Joe." Tim almost sobbed. "I'm really scared."

	"Hey, you're not gonna die." Joe reminded him. "You might be
stuck looking like a girl, but hell, that ain't so bad really. We'll
all
get used to it."

	"Yeah, yeah, I know." Tim agreed. "I can handle the female stuff,
it's even sort of fun, sort of... But you don't know what it's like...
To have everybody think you're a kid. I'm not a kid, Joe. I'm
almost twenty-two."

	Joe looked down at Tim, who had tears welling in his eyes. Tim
had formerly been about as tall as Joe, but though Joe was only
slightly shorter with the change, Tim lost about five or six inches in
height. His chin now came below Joe's shoulders. Joe could feel the
warm firmness of Tim's breasts pressing just under his own. The
sensation was erotic, but also weird. He moved his shoulders back
and forth, and grinned.

	"Strange, huh?" He said. "Who'd have guessed we'd ever grow
these?"

	Tim grinned too. He pressed his chest harder against Joe, as much
to experience Joe's softness as anything. He might look like a little
girl, but the strong desires of a young man were obviously not
completely forgotten.

	Joe winked knowingly and rubbed Tim's back. He had to resist the
urge to snap the little bra strap. Joe didn't know why, maybe it was
just Tim's precocious teen appearance that brought back pleasant
memories and created the urge to perform such a childish prank.

	Tim even smelled good.

	"Are you wearing perfume, or something?" Joe asked, placing his
nose closer to Tim's short hair.

	"Perfume?" Tim asked. "Heck no. Why do you ask?"

	"You smell so good. Kind of perfumy, or something." Joe continued.

	"Sorry. No perfume." Tim repeated. He brought his arm up to his
nose to check for himself.

	"Maybe your just smelling that shampoo Becky told me to use." He
offered. "It's kind of flowery scented. I think the odor lingers a
little."

	"It sure is nice." Joe said. "It matches your look."

	"My look?"

	"Yeah... You know... You kinda look young... Sexy... but young...
You know... That smell fits with it." Joe stammered.

	He didn't exactly know a good way to pay Tim a compliment. The
pleasing scent, along with Tim's soft innocent appearance were
starting to get Joe excited. He could feel his poor confused genitalia
moisten in apprehension and he sensed the new anatomy between
his legs begin to gently open like a flower starting to bloom.

	"Thanks, I guess." Tim replied.

	"I mean it." Joe repeated. "You look fantastic. You're turning me
on, I think."

	"Is that good?" Tim asked, smiling mischievously.

	Joe looked at the cute boy-girl. After his hair grew out a little, Tim
would be quite beautiful. He already was feminine, but short hair
made him look sort of punk.

	"Don't you realize how attractive you've become?" Joe asked
incredulously.

	"What do you mean?" Tim asked. "Sure, I guess maybe I look Ok.
You do too. I don't think I look any better than you, though."

	Joe considered the response. It was probably true. People probably
never think they look the way other people see them. He knew he
had become feminine. The physical changes couldn't be denied. In
fact, with the chemical help of the hormones, he was finding it
quite interesting to be this way, and experience how others reacted
to his new look. But he never considered himself beautiful, even if
Jay tended to think he was.

	Joe shrugged his shoulders. What could he say?

	Joe checked his watch. It was still early afternoon. There was
nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon. The Cessna was being
made ready for an early morning take-off. They had the rest of the
afternoon free.

	"What do you want to do?" Joe asked.

	"Do?" Tim asked. "What is there to do?"

	Joe grinned.

	"Well, I need to be home at five or five-thirty." Joe said. "That
gives us three or four hours."

	"So?" Tim repeated.

	"How about working out?" Joe asked. "You play racquet ball?"

	"Huh?" Tim responded. "Sure, I have played a little... But like
this?"

	"Sure, like this." Joe exclaimed. "What you going to do, hide under
a rock? Might as well try to get used to it, right?."

	"Have you played since this happened?" Tim asked.

	"Sure." Joe said. "I'm not as strong now, but I still know how."

	"Gee, I dunno." Tim thought out loud. "I'm so much smaller... "

	"Hey, maybe you lost your balls, but you still got two arms and two
legs." Joe teased him.

	"And where would we do this?" Tim asked.

	"I'm still a member of the health club on Mesa Verde." Joe said.
"We can play there."

	"All-American?" Tim said. "You want to play at All-American?"

	"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

	"What locker room would we use? Would we have to change
clothes with the women?" Tim asked incredulously.

	"Why not?" Joe asked. "You'd rather undress with the guys?"

	Tim looked at Joe. The thought of other males seeing him the way
he now looked put visible terror in his eyes.

	"No way." Tim exclaimed. "I don't want anybody to see me this
way."

	"I've seen you." Joe said, smiling.

	"Yeah, but... you're different." Joe countered.

	"Different?" Joe continued. "How?"

	"You know... You understand what happened." Tim stammered.

	"The women at the club WON'T know." Joe reminded him. "And
I certainly won't tell them."

	"I don't know... "

	"Do you have any idea what it's like in that locker room?" Joe said
enticingly. "Women... girls... All naked."

	"All of them?" Tim asked, his twenty-one year-old male brain
responding to the concept.

	"Plenty of them." Joe answered. "Big ones... Small ones... All
kinds."

	"Really?"

	"I was there a couple of days ago, with Linda." Joe answered. "I'm
not exaggerating."

	"What do we wear?" Tim asked. He was beginning to consider the
idea.

	"Almost anything." Joe answered. "Do you have exercise clothes?"

	"Sure... What do you mean?" Tim asked.

	"You know, leotards. Gym clothes." Joe said. "Did you get
anything like that yet?"

	"Leotards?" Tim almost shouted as they began to walk down the
empty hallway.

	"Yeah, or something loose." Joe explained.

	"I haven't got anything like that." Tim answered, sounding
embarrassed.

	"Ok then, let's get some." Joe decided.

	They went down the elevator and to Joe's car. Joe headed straight
for the mall. It would be fun to help Tim pick out body wear.

	They arrived at the mall lot and went inside. SheSports was one of
the first stores. Joe herded a reluctant Tim inside.

	The place was empty except for one attractive saleswoman,
probably in her early twenties. Joe went straight to the racks of
colorful Gilda Marx body suits. He pulled a black one, holding it in
front of Tim.

	"How about this?" He asked.

	"I'd have to wear THIS around strangers?" Tim almost whispered.

	"Sure. And it would look real good on you, too." Joe responded.

	The saleswoman came over to them.

	"May I help you?" She asked.

	"My friend needs some clothes to play racquetball." Joe blurted.

	"You'd like a leotard?" The woman asked Tim.

	"Gee, I don't know." Tim said, sounding extremely nervous.

	"That would look very nice." The young woman continued, looking
at the suit in Joe's hand. "But, I think you will need a smaller
size."

	"Smaller than that?" Tim asked, pointing at the suit.

	"What is your size?" The woman continued.

	"Ahh... I... Ahh... " Tim didn't know.

	"She's not sure." Joe took over. "What size do you recommend?"

	"Well... Hmmm... " She shu- ed through the rack.

	"How about this?" The woman held an identical black suit to the
one Joe had, but one size smaller.

	Tim took it from her and held it away from him.

	"Would you like to try it on?"

	"Sure. Go ahead." Joe answered. He looked at the size, and picked
out contrasting nylon shorts, and a little cropped top.

	They took the things and Joe guided Tim to the small dressing
room. It was too small for both of them to enter, but Joe remained
just outside the door. The saleswoman left them alone.

	Joe could see the top of Tim's head over the low door. He see Tim
removing his top.

	"Should I take off my underwear?" Tim whispered to Joe.

	"Your underwear?" Joe repeated. "No, leave it on."

	"This looks awful small." Tim said, speaking mainly to himself.

	"It stretches a little." Joe reminded him. "You might find you like
it."

	In moments, Tim had the clothes on. He inspected his image in the
mirror inside the dressing room.

	"Come on out." Joe called. "Let's see how you look."

	"Yeah, sure." Tim said absently. He was obviously quite taken by
his own appearance.

	The door opened and a very cute, very embarrassed, young woman
slowly stepped out.

	Joe took one look, and held his fingers in the "OK" position.

	"It's right." Joe decided. "You look fantastic."

	"A little kid." Tim reminded him. He couldn't get over his childlike
appearance.

	"How about underwear?" Joe asked. "Do you have cotton
underwear?"

	"Cotton underwear?" Tim asked. "Most of my underwear is
cotton."

	"How about a sports-bra?"

	"Ahh, I ahh, heh... Sports-bra? What's that?"

	The saleswoman arrived back just as Tim asked.

	"You are young, but well endowed." She responded. "I recommend
something with medium support. It'll keep you from bouncing, and
help prevent sagging later."

	She took Tim's arm and guided the embarrassed young man to the
shelf of plastic forms displaying examples of various styles.

	"We recommend this type for racquetball." The young woman said.
"It's feminine, but still provides enough support."

	Tim looked at Joe.

	"Why don't you try it?" Joe advised the embarrassed young man.

	The woman estimated Tim's size, and handed him a small box.

	"Ok. Ok. I'll try it on." Tim agreed.

	Back to the dressing room they went. This time, Tim stayed in the
room.

	"How's it fit?" Joe asked.

	"A little tight, I think." Tim responded.

	Joe went for the saleswoman.

	"Could you offer an opinion?" Joe asked.

	"An opinion?" She repeated.

	"Yes. My friend thinks the bra might be too tight. Would you
check?" Joe asked.

	The woman looked warily at Joe. What was it with these two
strange, short haired women? Were they lesbians? The young one
seemed so embarrassed. The older, so unsure of herself.

	"Sure... I'll check." She answered warily.

	The woman opened the dressing room door and went inside. There
stood a very embarrassed Tim, wearing only the white bra, and
little cotton briefs as pink as his face was red.

	The woman said nothing, but placed her fingers around the edge of
the bra straps and cups.

	"Well, I think it fits just right." She said. "But we can try another,
if you want. Maybe you might prefer a different style."

	"No, No. This will be fine." Tim said. He was ready to accept
anything just to get out of there.

	The woman looked at Tim. She looked at Joe, who was holding the
door open so he could see. She shrugged her shoulders.

	Ok then." She said. "I'll let you two alone."

	She walked out.

	Joe stood there, holding the door open, staring at Tim.

	"Ok. You can close the door now." Tim ordered.

	"Sure." Joe answered, slowly closing the door.

	"I like the pink panties." Joe said through the door, low enough so
the saleswoman wouldn't hear.

	"Yeah, well... I didn't buy them." Tim countered. "Becky bought a
bunch of clothes for me, and there were a few like these. I didn't
think anyone would see me."

	Joe decided to drop it. Tim's developing body probably had
become more a girl's size, rather than a woman's. No need to tease
the poor kid about it.

	Joe went to the shelves and found the panties. There were all kinds
of cotton briefs and bikinis, as well as lycra support types. He
hardly needed support, but Joe figured Tim might like the snug feel
a sport panty provided.

	He picked a very thin lycra, in the smallest size they had, and went
back to the dressing cubical.

	"Try this." Joe said, passing the underwear box over the door.

	Tim accepted the box and read the cover.

	"You thing I need this?" Tim asked.

	"Just try it on." Joe ordered. "You might like it. Leave your own
underwear on underneath."

	"Well... Ok. I'll give it a try... Just for you." Tim agreed.

	"Not for me." Joe corrected. "For you."

	Soon, Tim was wearing the new clothes.

	"How do you like it?" Joe queried.

	"Mmmm. Not bad." Tim said. "So smooth... Feels tight, but
good."

	"Does it fit OK?" Joe asked. "I got the smallest size they had."

	"Yeah, I guess so." Tim answered. "I kind of like it."

	"I thought you might." Joe said.

	"I'm going to try the leotard again." Tim continued. "I want to see
what I look like again."

	Joe smiled to himself. He knew what Tim was going through. It
was addicting, trying on feminine clothing. Now Tim had the bug,
too.

	"You need anything else?" Joe asked.

	There was no answer for a minute or so.

	"What do you mean, Joe?" Tim asked softly.

	"Are there any other clothes you need?" Joe asked again. "Have
you been shopping much?"

	"Not very much, just with you guy's that one day, and Becky
helped me a little. But it's so embarrassing with her. We're both
getting used to it, but she IS my sister."

	"I'll shop with you a while, if you want." Joe offered.

	"What are you going to wear on the flight tomorrow?" Tim asked.

	"I bought a suit the other day." Joe answered. "I thought I'd wear
that. I guess it's the equivalent to a shirt and tie."

	"I don't have anything like that." Tim admitted. "Maybe I should
get something."

	Joe smiled to himself.

	"Sure." He agreed. "Get your clothes back on, and we'll find
something for you. We've got plenty of time."

	Tim changed back and came out holding the clothes. They went to
the counter to pay.

	"Do you need shoes?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, I guess I do."

	They eventually found a pair of Nike athletic shoes that Tim
decided he liked. With matching socks, they finally had an outfit.
Joe threw in a gym bag and they were ready.

	They eventually worked their way to the big department store, and
started looking fir business clothes in the Misses section.

	Tim's rather adolescent features were not really right for clothing of
that type, but he stubbornly refused suggestions to shop the teen
section. He finally decided on something from Petite. A gray skirt
with matching jacket and a white silk blouse. The outfit actually
tended to make him look even younger, like a girl attempting to
look grown up. But, Tim insisted that it was what he wanted.

	"In case I'm still getting younger, I'm going to enjoy whatever time
I got before nothing fits at all." Tim said when the saleswoman left
them for a moment.

	"I don't blame you." Joe said truthfully. "Do you have things to
wear under that?"

	"Like what?" Tim asked.

	Joe looked him in the eye.

	"Did Becky get you any stuff like a slip, or a chemise?"

	"Nope." Tim answered. I have mainly underpants and bras. The
best are ones we picked up in San Diego."

	"Tell the woman. She'll help you." Joe advised.

	When the saleswoman returned, Tim spoke with some authority.

	"I'll be needing some underwear to go with this." He said simply.

	The woman looked at the young girl, raising her eyebrows.

	"Just what do you feel you need?" She asked.

	"Everything. The whole works." Tim answered curtly.

	"Ok... Let's see... " The woman said, thinking.

	"Follow me." She ordered.

	They followed her to the nearby lingerie section. There, she looked
at Tim, and went to where hangers of bras were displayed.

	"How about this?" She suggested, holding up a lacy white Bali.

	"How about something black?" Tim suggested. He was starting to
like ordering her around.

	The woman selected the same style in black, and presented it for
approval.

	"I'll need underpants, and a slip too." Tim said, pretending he
knew what he was doing.

	"How about hosiery?" The woman asked. "Do you prefer
pantyhose, or individual?"

	"Individual." Tim answered immediately. "I hate pantyhose."

	Spoken like a man.

	The poor woman helped Tim find what he needed, or wanted. Tim
took the things to the dressing area to try them on.

	"Please come along with me." He asked Joe.

	Joe accompanied Tim to the small dressing area. He watched with
interest as Tim tried on the feminine things. Like Joe, Tim had
enough experience by now to be quite proficient putting on a bra.
When he finally had everything installed, Tim inspected his image
with a critical eye.

	His young, curvy body looked quite sensuous in the black bra and
panties. The sheer black hose did make him look older. Tim ran his
hands along his hips, over his breasts then touched the silky fabric
between his legs.

	"Kind of sexy, huh?" Joe asked.

	"God, Joe." Tim said. "What can I say?" He grinned.

	"I know." Joe agreed. "I know."

	Tim reluctantly removed the new clothes and dressed in his old
ones. They took the things to the sales counter and paid for them.

Article 81860 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 48 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:39:15 GMT

			      Chapter 48

	As they walked up the steps to the health club, Joe started to
become apprehensive. Would anyone recognize him?

	He had been here, like this, twice before, but both times with
someone else. First with Jay, and most recently with Linda. Both
times, someone else presented their membership card, and the girl
at the desk was allowed to assume Joe to be their guest.

	This time, he'd need his own card. Tim wasn't a member. The
membership card wasn't a photo ID, it just had his name, Joel
Bates. He didn't even know if the records had him recorded as
male. Even if it did, his new drivers license would serve to prove his
current gender, if there was any doubt, and he could claim someone
made an error. Then again, before the change, he had been a two
or three time weekly visitor. Surely some of the employees had to
remember him.

	Joe held the card in his palm as he walked to the counter. He
recognized the pretty, young woman on duty. She might even
remember the old Joe. He had asked her out once, a few years ago,
but something, perhaps a revised work schedule, he couldn't
remember, it just never came to pass.

	Joe wished his hair was longer. The still short, male cut only served
to draw unwanted attention.

	He took a breath and dropped the card on the desk.

	The woman was folding towels from a large cart and only
momentarily glanced at the card. She looked up briefly, and then
idly entered the data on the keyboard in front of her. She
apparently didn't remember anything.

	"This is my friend Timmie." Joe said, trying to hide a smile of
relief.

	Timmie. Was that even a girl's name?

	"She'll need to sign in." The young woman ordered, without
looking up.

	Hmmm, I never had to do that, Joe thought. Wonder why not?
This girl is probably just a little more diligent than the others.

	"Name, address and phone number." The woman said as Tim
signed the log. She offered them large towels, which they both
accepted.

	Now Tim will be inundated with membership offers, Joe knew.

	The first gauntlet ran, Joe and Tim walked to the lockers. There
was an aerobics class in session, and Joe checked to see if Susan,
the girl he met the other day, might be there. He didn't spot her.
In a way, he wished she was, since he'd probably miss their
Thursday meeting. He had kind of been looking forward to it.

	When they reached the locker room, Joe looked at Tim and gave a
mischievous wink. He opened the door and went inside, a nervous
Tim hot on his heels.

	There were three rows of lockers and benches. Most of the women
were in the aerobics class, and it had just started, so there were
only a few persons in the room, most still dressing from the
previous class.

	Joe picked the middle row since there were only a couple of doors
open there. Everyone was either outside, in the showers, or relaxing
in the whirlpool.

	Joe found an empty locker, and claimed it as his own. He hooked
his padlock to the door.

	"If you have anything to lock up, you can put it in here." Joe
offered. "Put your whole bag in, if you want.

	Opening his gym bag, Joe pulled out his royal blue leotard, white
Capri pants, sport panty, bra, socks and Reeboks. He hung the
clothes on hooks in the locker. Tim watched with interest, then
found a locker of his own. At the store, he had placed his new
underwear back in the original package, so he had to remove it from
the box. He looked around for a trash can, but there was none to
be found. Joe noticed what he was doing.

	"Just toss it in the locker, I guess." Joe suggested. "You can take it
along later, if you want."

	Joe removed the silk blouse, found a hanger, and carefully hung it
in the locker. Tim watched as Joe then unhooked his bra and
massaged the little red marks under his bare breasts. He then
stepped out of the light wool skirt, and searched for a hanger for
that.

	"I thought this place was full of babes." Tim whispered.

	"They're all out there." Joe said, pointing towards the aerobics
area.

	"Uhh-huh." Tim said, grinning.

	He just finished saying that as a towel wrapped woman walked
around the corner. She went directly to an open doored locker,
acknowledging them with a quick, friendly smile.

	She innocently removed the towel and finished drying herself. The
woman was probably in her early thirties and quite average looking.

	But she captured Tim's eye. The former young man kept his eyes
fixed on the woman's nakedness as he slowly pulled the T-shirt over
his head and unfastened his own bra.

	Joe understood the paradox the young man/woman in the little
pink underpants was experiencing. Even though his/her own body
had already become just as female as the woman's, long established
habits and curiosities were very difficult to ignore. Joe was
watching too, but he tried to avoid staring as obviously as Tim.

	Completely oblivious to the powerful sexual tension she was
creating only a dozen feet away, the woman finished drying herself
and carefully applied underarm deodorant.

	As Tim stepped into the new underwear, Joe watched how he gently
touched himself between the legs. Joe knew Tim was sexually
aroused because the snug panty had immediately developed a
noticeable wet spot at the crotch. When Joe caught Tim's eyes, he
grinned and looked down at the panty. Tim bent over and saw the
wetness. He grinned sheepishly and shrugged his soft shoulders.

	Hearts pounding, Tim and Joe finished dressing. They had
purposely lingered until the woman put her outerwear on, then
they took their racquets and towels to the courts.

	Tim was using Joe's old racket, since he didn't have one of his own.

	When they reached court six, they opened the door and went
inside. When he was sure they were alone, Tim spoke.

	"Gee, you were right." He said. "That was just too cool."

	"Well, you haven't seen anything yet." Joe bragged. "You need to
join in one of the aerobics classes, then you'll have a whole roomful.
Welcome to your new peer group."

	"We can join a class?" Tim asked.

	"Why not?" Joe responded. "We are physically and legally female.
But, even regular guys are in the class. Of course, you'll need to
join the club."

	"I might just do that." Tim said. "Becky would never take me to a
place like this."

	"Why not take her, then?" Joe suggested. "She can always use the
workout, too."

	Tim grinned.

	"Joe, you haven't been looking at my sister, have you?"

	"What if I have?" Joe teased. "We're both just girls, right? What
could I do, anyway?"

	"Well, that's the honest truth." Tim agreed. "I thought I was going
to wet my pants back there. I don't know what's worse, a rock-hard
boner sticking out, or these soggy drawers."

	Tim bent down to check if the clammy wetness he could feel, was
still visible.

	Straightening up, he pressed the flat palm of his hand between his
legs.

	"You know, it still feels weird when I touch myself." Tim confided.
"Only then does it really hit you that something is actually missing
down there."

	"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." Joe agreed, laughing.
"When you touch it, or when you need to pee."

	"Right. Then too. No way to aim. I guess real women don't miss
something they never have. But, I sure do." Tim added.

	"Will you change back if you get the chance?" Joe asked.

	"Hmmm... I don't know. I guess I do kinda enjoy some of this stuff.
A lot of it, even." Tim admitted. "But then, I liked being a normal
guy, too." He laughed.

	"Think you'd ever like to make it with a guy?" Joe asked. "Aren't
you curious what that might be like?"

	"Sure... I guess." Tim answered. "Aren't you?"

	Should he tell him, Joe wondered?

	"Of course." Joe responded. "Me and Jay messed around a little."
Joe divulged.

	"What was it like?" Tim asked. "Did you like it?"

	"Yeah, I did like it." Joe admitted. "At first, I was scared and it
seemed a little weird, but as we got more into it, it actually felt
kind of natural."

	"Just what did you do?" Tim asked, his curiosity piqued.

	Joe grinned sheepishly. Decision time.

	"Well... Quite a bit, I guess." Joe confided.

	"You screwed him?" Tim asked.

	"Yeah... Or, he screwed me, I suppose." Joe said, grinning with
modesty.

	"You did it with a guy? With Jay?" Tim breathed, his amazement
showing.

	"Yeah. I did. A few times, even." Joe admitted.

	"Was it much different?"

	"Oh, yeah, of course it was different." Joe explained. "But there
are similarities too."

	"Did it hurt?" Tim wondered.

	"A little, at first, but the pain went away almost immediately."

	"Better, or worse, than before?

	"Hmmm... Better in some ways... Maybe about the same in others.

	"Just how was it better?

	Joe thought about it. Not a simple answer.

	"Well, there's more feeling, I guess, in more places... You know
what I mean."

	"Did you... Did you come?"

	"Not the first time, but later on, yeah."

	"Good?"

	"Excellent."

	"Did he touch you... Down there? With his hands?"

	Joe grinned mischievously.

	"Sure. Of course he did. And I touched him too."

	"Were you really scared?"

	"Well, not afraid, really. Nervous, I guess, not afraid."

	"I think I would be. To let somebody else go inside me... "

	"Feels awful good when it happens... "

	"Yeah, but what about... They say we could get... knocked up."

	"Maybe, yeah. I used birth control."

	"They said we shouldn't... "

	"Condoms."

	"I think I still like women too much." Tim confided.

	"I like women, too." Joe admitted. "But it felt pretty natural, with
a guy... Not bad at all, really."

	"I guess I'll need to try it... if I ever get a chance." Tim decided.

	"But right now it's time for you to get that cute little ass kicked."
Joe reminded.

	"You serve." Tim ordered.

	"Ok." Joe agreed. "Here goes."

	They volleyed back and forth. Although now much smaller than
Joe, Tim was quite capable of holding his own. He moved
effortlessly around the court, like the youngster he appeared to be.
He continually matched Joe point for point. Joe could feel his
strength further reduced, even since he played Jay.

	"You know, I kinda like the feel of this top." Tim confided, as he
breathlessly chased the ball. He found it difficult to admit enjoying
wearing a BRA.

	"Yeah." Joe agreed. "Mine holds me even flatter than yours does. I
can almost forget I got these things." He put his hands to his
bosom.

	"Helps more than that damn jockstrap ever did." Tim mused. But,
you know, even these new little underpants feel sort of good."

	"I just wish I hadn't lost so much of my strength." Joe lamented.
"No matter how hard I try, I can only sort of wimp the ball, now."

	"I haven't got any strength either." Tim admitted, looking down at
his skinny right arm. "But, on the other hand, I feel so light and
flexible now. I think I can almost bend in half."

	"I know." Joe agreed. "I have the same feeling, sometimes. I think
we all do."

	They played continuously for another ten minutes. Joe was quickly
tiring, and he could tell fatigue was affecting Tim also.

	"About ready to call it a day?" Joe asked.

	"Getting tired, old lady?" Tim teased.

	"No worse than you." Joe countered.

	"I am getting pooped I guess, but I'll stay with it as long as you
want."

	"I heard the music stop while ago." Joe noted. "That means the
girls are back in the locker room."

	"Then what are we doing here?" Tim asked. "Let's hit the
showers!"

	"Men!" Joe snorted.

	"Hey, we get our jollies were we find them, right?" Tim said,
laughing.

	"I guess you're right." Joe agreed. "I think I really need a shower,
anyway."

	"Yeah. Who said women don't sweat!"

	With that, they gathered up the ball and left the court.

	Tim's hopes were fulfilled. The room was full of ladies. The area
around Tim and Joe's locker was crowded with women in various
stages of undress. Some women were older, some were probably the
same age, but none looked young as Tim.

	Tim was feasting on a voyeur's dream come true. Next to him, a
young woman, perhaps early twenties, removed her top and
presented an outstanding tan except where a swimsuit top had kept
her pert breasts lily white. Tim actually had to conceal a gasp as
the woman removed her exercise shorts, exposing a tiny, white,
thong panty.

	Tim took one glance, looked over at Joe, then back at the woman,
then back at Joe. They both grinned and winked at each other.

	Again, the poor woman had no idea of the havoc she was wreaking
right next to her. She innocently slipped out of the panty and went
to the showers to rinse off.

	Tim quickly pulled off the rest of his own clothes and followed her.
He adjusted the spray away from his own sensitive breasts as he
watched his dream woman.

	Joe could see Tim, but the woman was out of view. He did his best
to surpress a laugh. Although he appreciated the scenery here too,
Tim had obviously retained more testosterone than he did. In a
moment his eye locked onto another girl nearby who was just
starting to put her underwear on.

	"Joel. Hi. I thought you wouldn't be back here till Thursday."

	Joe turned and looked at the pretty girl who was placing her gym
bag next to his on the bench.

	"Hi, Susan." Joe exclaimed when he recognized who it was.

	"Are you just getting here?" Susan asked.

	"No. No, we just finished." Joe stammered.

	"Oh, are you here with Linda?" Susan asked.

	"No, another friend, Timmie." Joe answered. "We just finished
playing racquetball."

	"You play racquetball?" Susan asked. "I didn't know that."

	"Do you play?" Joe asked.

	"No, I never have. I guess I should try to learn." Susan admitted.

	Susan and Joe began to undress at the same time. Joe was
impressed by Susan's long blond hair, and of course, that fantastic
body. When it was time to go to the showers, Joe spoke.

	"Well, I have to hit the shower." Joe said. "Hope to see you around
one of these days."

	"Are you going to be here Thursday?" Susan asked.

	"I have to fly to Minneapolis tomorrow." Joe said. "I may not be
back in time to make it Thursday."

	"I hope so." Susan said. "We've just got to get out together
sometime."

	"Yeah, I'd like that." Joe agreed.

	Joe reluctantly left Susan and walked toward the showers. Out of
the corner of his eye he examined another of his roommates as he
walked. Would he ever get used to this? It seemed women's bodies
displayed much greater physical variety than those of male gender.
Curvy, flat, round, pointy, or saggy. The best were fantastic, the
worst, even uglier than men, if that was possible.

	Tim and his new friend were still in the shower. Tim was trying to
make small talk. Joe didn't know the etiquette women used. He
had talked to Susan, so maybe it was OK.

	She was extremely attractive. Tim had excellent taste. Joe watched
as the woman soaped herself, then shield her breasts with those
small hands as she rinsed in the stinging spray.

	Tim, looking like her little sister, watched cow-eyed.

	Joe wondered what the woman thought of Tim. She must have
noticed the unabashed staring by now.

	"I guess we need to get going." Joe said to Tim as the woman
finally finished and left the shower room.

	"Yeah... Good idea." Tim agreed, without thinking.

	He started to leave the shower, but Joe grabbed his arm and pulled
him back.

	"Stay here a minute, why don't you." Joe ordered. "She's probably
going to think you're queer, or something."

	"Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right." Tim conceded. "Joe, I think
I'm going to have a heart attack right here."

	"You might as well try and get used to it." Joe advised. "This is
the way it'll be, probably from now on."

	"Yeah. I suppose so." Tim agreed. "I, ahh"

	Another woman entered the shower. It was impossible to talk
without others hearing, so Tim went silent.

	They went back to the lockers and dried off. Tim's 'woman' dressed
quickly and left. Joe couldn't tell of she hurried because she was
suspicious of Tim, or just in a hurry.

	As Tim gathered up his clothes, then held up the little sport panty
with one finger.

	"I've got to get more of these." He decided. "I love the snug, slick
feeling."

	"Well, you know where it came from." Joe told him. "Nothing to
keep you from wearing whatever you want."

	"I'm going to get a few of these, and a bunch of these." Tim went
on, holding up the exercise bra.

	"I guess you can wear them every day, if you like." Joe said.

	"You look fantastic, Joe." Tim blurted, as he watched Joe drying
off, breasts jiggling as he moved. "That woman was good, but you
are just as beautiful."

	Joe grinned warily.

	"Gee, thanks Tim, I guess... " He said.

	"If I was still a guy... " Tim started, rubbing his aching pubic area.

	"If you were still a guy, you wouldn't even be standing there." Joe
reminded him. "Don't forget that."

	Tim hiked the waistband of the pink cotton panties, pulling them
into his crotch, emphasizing his shape in that area.

	"Kind of hard to forget." He said. "I've always got this to remind
me."

	Joe laughed at Tim's antics, then looked around to see if anyone
else was watching. It probably looked a little strange, seeing these
two, especially if someone caught the conversation.

	Joe stepped into his pantyhose and then pulled the slip on. He was
probably the only one there wearing business clothes. The gray
blouse felt so soft against his skin as he slipped his arms in the
sleeves.

	If Tim likes the feel of those underpants, he'll love the feel of a
silk
blouse, Joe considered. He looked over and watched as Tim pulled
the little T-shirt over his head.

	The young man/woman was still so inexperienced, he was probably
lucky to have all this happen to him now, if it had to happen at all.
He'd might actually get a chance to actually experience growing up
female. At least more than Joe and the others. They went from
mature male to mature female, overnight. That was culture shock
at its most powerful. But, it seemed likely Tim was going to get
more, the chance to be an adolescent again, if he wanted. Maybe
even if he didn't.

	Tim had become genetically female, just like the others, and his
body had acquired all the normal external characteristics of
femininity. He developed breasts, like the others. His genitalia had
completely feminized too, and Tim was still adapting to the
significant effects that was having in his life, and life style.
Unlike
the others, this boy had only recently become a fully mature male.
And now, again like the others, he had to deal with the loss of ten
years, or more, of maturity. For Tim, they were an important ten
years.

	His body was still becoming younger looking, there was little doubt.
So far, something caused him to retain most of the newly acquired
signs of female maturity. Although his face, and to a lesser extent
his hips, legs and torso, were beginning to exhibit signs of
adolescent appearance, Tim still retained full, firm breasts. Joe
hadn't seen his friend until a couple of days after they had been
a- icted, but he couldn't perceive any noticeable loss of
development.

	All the changelings had quickly acquired female pattern body hair.
That meant mostly light fuzz, except on the head, legs, underarms,
and pubic area. It was difficult to tell for sure, but Joe thought
Tim's pubic hair was growing more like that of a pubescent teen
than mature woman. Of course, he had little knowledge in that
area.

	To his credit, Tim was accepting his fate amazingly well. Though
he openly complained of how young he looked, but he never let it
affect his ability to get along with others. Sometimes he even joked
about it. It must have been difficult to get up in the morning and
see a scrawny teenage girl staring back from the bathroom mirror,
but Tim only spoke of it with characteristic humor.

	He had been pushing two-hundred pounds only a little over a week
ago, but now he looked lucky to break a hundred. Joe knew from
experience that it was difficult for a male to don female clothes, but
Tim even wore his little-girl pink panties without complaint. Joe
also knew that acceptance was partially the influence of hormones,
but still, it was obvious that Tim also remembered that, under it
all, he was still a born male.

	Joe noticed that after Tim pulled his shorts on, he put the socks
and Nike athletic shoes back on. Like Joe, he probably discovered
they were more supportive and comfortable than any "girl-shoes"
that they tried.

	"Becky got me these sandals, but I like these much better." Tim
declared, looking over at Joe.

	"I know what you mean." Joe agreed. As soon as I get home, I
always put my Reeboks on. I don't know how women can stand it
in these things all day." He pointed to his low-heeled pumps.

	"I didn't get any shoes like that for tomorrow." Tim announced, as
if he just realized it. "I think I'm going back to the mall when you
take me back to my car."

	"Get whatever you think you want." Joe advised. "You'll probably
need it, eventually."

	"I might do that." Tim said. "But I'm going home to change
clothes first."

	They reluctantly gathered up their bags and, taking one last look
at the locker room scenery, they walked to the door. As they got
into Joe's car, Tim spoke.

	"Joe, I don't know if I could take too much of that." He said. "I
didn't realize my heart could pump so hard."

	"Probably would have been more fun a couple of weeks ago, huh?"
Joe teased.

	"I think it would have killed me for sure, then." Tim declared. "I
still think I got the urge, but it's not nearly as strong it used to
be."

	"And thank God for that, I guess." Joe added. "I don't think I'd
want to be stuck looking like this, and still get all the same urges."

	"Hell, I think I still do." Tim admitted. "Do you think I'm queer,

	Joe?"

	"Do you think you are?" Joe countered.

	"How can anybody figure out what's happening? to us" Tim said,
expecting no answer. "Damn it, we ARE still really guy's right?
Even if we do look like this?"

	"I guess so." Joe agreed. "But I think I am changing a little... No,
I'm changing a lot. But I do still remember what it was like before."

	"Sounds as if you prefer what happened." Tim offered.

	"I don't know... Sometimes I do." Joe admitted. "Sometimes I
don't. But either way, I'm still stuck like this. Might as well try to
get used to it, right?"

	"Yeah... Sure... You're probably right." Tim agreed. "But, I'm
telling you, If you could have seen the boner I had while I was in
the shower... "

	"Stop it, or I'm going to get wet pants." Joe complained, laughing.

	"Does that happen to you, too?" Tim asked.

	"Yeah. And I think it happens to real women, too." Joe mused.
"Maybe just a little more for us cause everything is still so new."

	"I don't see how they stand it." Tim decided. "It all feels so messy."

	"They'd probably feel the same way about having a cock." Joe
considered.

	"At least that has another use." Tim said. "I don't know how I'd
go if I couldn't sit down, now."

	"It is sort of a pain in the ass, ain't it." Joe quipped.

	"I just hope it'd all worth it." Tim said. "Someday, I'm gonna see if
all these new parts work."

	"Just what do you have planned?" Joe asked, grinning.

	"Well, I'm gonna find this real good looking guy... I'm gonna get
dressed real sexy... Wear underwear like that girl in the locker
room, and then, he's gonna get the screwing of his life."

	"That's it?" Joe asked.

	"No, that's not all." Tim continued, obviously thinking. "If it looks
like there's really no way back, and I'm stuck like this permanently,
then, someday, not right away, I want to get pregnant. I want to
make a baby."

	"No kidding? You really want to do that?" Joe asked.

	"Don't you?" Tim countered. "I mean if we're really stuck like this?
Don't you want to do it if you can? Just to see what it's like."

	"Not just to see what it's like." Joe answered. "Don't forget, if you
do that, you'll be somebody's mother. That's forever. Think about
it real hard first."

	"You can count on that." Tim reassured him. "I've been thinking a
lot about that kind of stuff lately."

	"I have too, a little, I guess." Joe admitted. "I was engaged, you
know. To Linda."

	"Bummer." Tim replied.

	"Yeah, right." Joe agreed. "We talked about having kids. She
wanted two, and so did I."

	"What's she think about all this?" Tim asked.

	"I'm not really sure." Joe considered. "We still love each other, I
guess, but it obviously just can't be like it was."

	"That's an understatement." Tim added, grinning.

	"We're going to have a big talk tonight." Joe continued. "I don't
know if we'll decide what we might do about our situation then,
but we might, I guess."

	"Good luck." Tim offered. "I have it bad enough just living with
my sister. I think she's starting to like the idea of a little sister.
I'm
just having a hard time trying to act like one."

	"She's helping you adapt, isn't she?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, sure." Tim admitted. "But do you have any idea how
embarrassing it is to have your big sister tell you how wear a bra or
shave your legs... Stuff like that?"

	"It would be a lot harder without her." Joe reminded him.
"Swallow your pride. I'm sure glad Linda helped me."

	"Does she know about you and Jay?" Tim asked suddenly?

	"I think she probably does." Joe admitted. "Jay's going to be there
tonight, too"

	"Well, I don't envy you." Tim decided.

	Joe drove to the Honeybone parking lot, where Tim's old Camaro
was parked. The young man got out, hiked the gym bag to narrow
shoulder, and held up his hand.

	"Tomorrow morning, at the hanger?" Tim asked. "What time?"

	"Oh... Oh-seven-hundred will give us plenty of time." Joe said. "No
need to get up too early."

	"I'll be wearing something like you have on." Tim announced.

	Joe nodded his head.

	"If you like." Joe said. "You don't have to get too dressed up. Just
try to look professional. I think the pax will be Company big-wigs."

	"I'm heading back to the mall." Tim announced.

	"If you want, you might give Norm a call. I'm sure he'd like to go
along." Joe added.

	"Hmmm... I don't know... " Tim considered.

	"Think about it." Joe went on. "Norm's a nice guy... or whatever...
heh heh... "

	"Yeah, but he's about fifty years older than me." Tim reminded.

	"He don't look it." Joe countered. "He probably could use a
younger perspective on things."

	"I'll think about it." Tim concluded.

	"Do that." Joe said. "See you in the morning!"

	Joe drove towards Linda's. He looked down at the clock on the
dash. Four-thirty. Probably another hour till Linda came home. He
could spend the time washing clothes and getting ready for
tomorrow's trip.

	When he reached the driveway, he saw there were no other cars
there. He'd be home alone.

	Joe went to his room and saw all the underwear still scattered
about on the bed. Bras and panties.

	His really had become a girls room. It even smelled like one.

	He gathered up the frilly things, momentarily pausing sometimes to
feel the silky texture and marvel at the fine construction.

	Joe took the garments over to a drawer and started to fold them
and carefully store them away.

	He was building quite a collection.

	He wondered how things Linda had. She had a whole lifetime to
acquire these things, not just a little over a week. The other day he
changed clothes with her, in her room, and he had momentary peek
in her underwear drawer. It was full, much fuller than his.

	Joe wondered if his fascination with these things was anything like
that for her. For him it was all new. Before, his main involvement
with these things was when he and a woman became intimate.
Then, it was, for him, more like a decoration, a wrapper, for what
was to follow.

	It wasn't that way anymore. These were his stuff... His
underwear... And yet, there would probably never be a time when
he could think of them like he had his BVD's.

	They contained too much mystique... Was that it? Mystery? Were
female undergarments actually mysterious? Are were they just
underwear?

	When he had everything put away, Joe sat on the bed and removed
his blouse. The air conditioner felt cool without the protection of
the silk, and Joe wondered what to wear. He went back to the
drawers and selected a thin cotton tank-top, one of the first he
purchased after the change.

	He really needed to do some wash.

	He slipped the top over his head, and looked down, remembering
the self concous feeling the first time he wore it. The white cotton
seemed almost transparent and you could easily see the outline of
the bra underneath. In addition, the large armholes exposed
everything. It was not the thing to wear when you wanted to hide
your femininity.

	But, he was becomming more accustomed to things like that now,
and besides, the light little top was really cool.

	Unfastening the button, and zipping the little back zipper, Joe
slipped the skirt down his hips. He lay it on the bed and pulled off
the half-slip. He couldn't wait to get the pantyhose off. Though he
liked the way they looked, they were hot, and felt rather tight.

	Down to cotton panties, Joe rubbed his crotch, remembering what
Tim said. "Until you touch yourself, you can't really tell something
is missing down there."

	Tim was right. Over a week now, and it still made the hair on his
neck rise whenever he touched himself.

	Again, Joe went to the chest of drawers, the third one down
contained his shorts. He picked out some in yellow cotton. He
slipped them on, and then hung up the wool suit.

	Next Joe went to the hamper and withdrew his laundry. He sorted
the things to wash in the machine, from the stuff he'd wash by
hand in the sink.

	Shorts, tops, bras, underpants. Typical women's clothes. Was he
actually becoming a "typical" woman?

	He held up a little gray, nylon panty. He carefully examined the
thin elastic waist and leg openings. He touched the narrow band of
nylon that went between his legs, feeling the crisp stiffness of his
own dried secretion. He turned it inside-out and the white cotton
liner exhibited a narrow, light yellow stain where it had been in
contact with his new genitalia. Just like a "typical woman's"
underwear.

	Was he really becoming a woman?

	He might still think like a guy, but the soiled panties were
undeniable evidence.

	He had really become a woman.

	Joe took the pile of clothes to the laundry room, sorted them, and
started a load. He went back to his bathroom to hand-wash the
delicate things.

	When he first was told of the need to hand-wash his underwear, Joe
thought it would be a lousy way to spend time. Now that he had
done it a few times, he found that it really wasn't, in fact, it was
even sort of enjoyable. He loved touching and feeling his new
underwear, and it actually only took a few moments to accomplish.

	And just doing it made him feel so damn feminine.

	Why did he like that? He didn't know why, but he did. Washing
his bras and nylon or silk panties actually seemed somehow
therapeutic.

	When they were all washed, rinsed, and carefully wrung out, Joe
carefully hung them over the little cord in the shower stall. Along
with the pantyhose he wore that day, they fill the entire length.

	The room smelled of soap.

	Joe felt happy, and began to hum an old Beatles tune. When he
realized he was doing it, he started to sing, his now quite feminine
voice resonating off the bathroom walls.

	"Elinore Rigby... Sits in a church where a wedding had been... "

	Why was he so happy? Only God knew.

	It would soon be time for Linda to arrive.

Article 81861 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 49 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:39:35 GMT

			      Chapter 49

	Joe completed two loads of laundry before the low rumble of
Linda's car was heard coming up the drive.

	She was home.

	Joe knew it was about time for both of them to reach a decision
concerning their strange new relationship, but he also knew that
wouldn't be easy. He still loved Linda a lot, and he knew she loved
him too. Not like before, of course. The feelings they had for each
other did change... They were still changing. Joe of course, was no
longer physically male, and the urgent tension that accompanied
having male gonads was quickly dissipating. There were still
pleasant memories, but sometimes even those seemed like ancient
history.

	A little over a week and a half, that's how long it had been.
Already Joe had started to grow accustomed to his new body. He
really enjoyed the increased sensitivity, the unusual feeling of
awareness that the change had given him. He was becoming less
easily embarrassed by his new shape and the ever increasing
softness of skin and muscle. Only the very noticeable loss of upper
body strength could be considered a real drawback.

	Along with the obvious inability to perform as a normal man.

	Not that he really wanted, or needed, to satisfy any remaining
masculine urges. Except for those first few days, those had mostly
departed along with his male appendage. While he remained
sexual, Joe found his changing libido becoming less urgent... more
appropriate to the young female he appeared to be.

	Not that he thought of himself a woman yet. Not exactly anyway.
Joe did enjoy many of the imienities that accompanied femininity.
To his great suprise, Joe discovered he adored wearing the soft
clothes and silky lingerie. He relished most of the trappings of
modern womanhood. But, he missed things too. It almost seemed
silly to mention it, but he longed for the simple male ability to
stand and pee. A vulva might be just fine for intercourse, and as he
got used to it, he even liked the sleek shape and new sensations,
but to be REQUIRED to pull your underpants down and sit when
nature called... Nothing sexy or beneficial about that. And that
burning itch... A male didn't worry about yeast infections. At least
he never did before. But now... At least it must be going away. He
rubbed the soft mound of his pubic area as if to reaffirm the change
it had undergone.

	Joe knew Linda tried hard to accept him as a woman. It wasn't
easy for her. To his eyes, she hadn't changed, and he had only to
deal with his own changed shape and feelings. The accident was
quite different from Linda's perspective, however. For well over a
year, Joe had been her MAN... Her lover and most recently, her
fiancee. She counted on him for the male view, and she was never
disappointed. They had enjoyed an excellent relationship. Linda
always allowed her femininity to compliment Joe's maleness. Now,
it was so very different. After he finally convinced her of what had
taken place, and that inside he was still the same person, Linda had
gone out of her way to help him adjust to it. She brought Joe to
her house so that he could more easily adapt to his new appearance
and situation. She helped Joe in other ways too, from teaching him
how buy and wear clothes, to many other aspects of life as a female.
Joe realized he owed much of his comparatively easy transition to
Linda.

	But try as she might, Linda could no longer hide the realization
that the person she really loved was Joe Bates the male. She
missed those broad, powerful shoulders... She longed for the way he
could be so strong, yet so gentle with her in bed...

	Not that Linda didn't try hard to adapt to how he was now. When
they slept together, those first few nights, Linda even initiated the
fooling around when Joe was too embarrassed to experiment with
his new anatomy. While they both found it quite interesting, Linda
soon realized that she had no real attraction to lesbian sex. And no
matter what he tried, Joe now had to do it in a body as female
looking as his girlfriends. Once the initial fascination wore off, it
was quite impossible for either of them to think of Joe the way he
had been. The change physical was just too complete. More and
more, every day, Joe looked, sounded, smelled and even acted like a
woman.

	Joe heard the door close and moments later Linda walked into the
room. Joe lay on the couch and smiled a greeting as Linda entered.
Before, they would have kissed and embraced, but Joe could tell
that Linda was becoming uncomfortable doing that.

	"Hi." Joe said. "You look absolutely fantastic." He complimented.

	Linda looked at Joe sitting there, wearing the little sleeveless tank
top. He looked so very young and attractive, of course in a totally
feminine way.

	"So do you." Linda said. "Did you have a good day?"

	"It was OK." Joe admitted. "I have to fly to Minneapolis
tomorrow."

	"Can we still talk tonight?" Linda asked. She was coming right to
the point.

	"Sure." Joe answered. "I guess we better."

	"Yeah. I do too." Linda agreed.

	"Want something to drink?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, maybe some of that lemonade." Linda responded, as Joe
went to the kitchen.

	He returned with two glasses and handed one to Linda.

	"Where should we start?" Joe asked.

	Linda just looked at him.

	"I guess we've given it a try." Joe continued. "And I know you've
done all you can."

	"Joe... You've got to understand... I'm really trying... " Linda
stammered.

	"I know. I know." Joe conceded, looking into her eyes. They were
beginning to fill with tears. "I just can't be like I was."

	"It's not just that." Linda corrected.

	"Yes it is." Joe said. "That's exactly what it is. "We can try to
ignore what happened to me, but the results are still right here."

	He placed his fingers in the open armholes of the sleeveless tank top
and tugged at the straps of his bra, causing his breasts to jiggle
noticeably.

	"I know it's not your fault." Linda continued, smiling at the self
effacing mannerism. "Maybe, if I could just be more accepting... "

	"You've done all you can." Joe told her. "More than you ever had
to."

	"But, we were planning our life together." Linda reminded him.

	"Maybe that all changed when I did." Joe considered.

	"But, it's just not your fault." Linda said again.

	"And it's not yours either." Joe said. "But that don't change the
facts."

	"Don't you want me?" Linda asked.

	"Damn it, of course I do." Joe hissed. "But that don't help much,
now does it?"

	"You really don't think they can change you back?" Linda asked
desperately. "Or maybe they could change me... "

	"You don't really want to be a man, even if they could." Joe
reminded her. "And I don't think we can count on me getting back
any time soon. I think I'm stuck like this, for some time anyway."

	"We can still be friends... We can be best friends, right?" Linda
wondered.

	"Absolutely." Joe insisted. "Linda, I owe you so much. I owe you
everything."

	Linda lightly brushed Joe's face with her finger tips.

	"I still can't believe this has happened." She sobbed softly.

	Joe reached out for her and took her into his arms.

	"God, I love you so much!" He said.

	They embraced, and Joe buried his nose in Linda's hair, breathing
in her scent.

	"If I could just be changed back... If only for tonight... " He
whispered.

	Joe held Linda very tightly, and she reciprocated in kind. Joe
wanted desperately to kiss her, and wondered if she would mind.

	"Can I kiss you?" He finally asked.

	"I wish you would." Linda responded, holding him tighter.

	Their lips met, and Joe immediately felt Linda's tongue searching
for his. Just like before. He responded purely from habit, and for a
moment it was like it used to be. Joe even felt old stirrings return,
but it took only a moment for his new anatomy to make its
presence known.

	Much as before, his body reacted to sexual excitement by a
pleasant feeling in his crotch. The sensation was very much like a
penile erection, at least initially. Since the actual "penis" was now
a tiny, but exquisitely sensitive nub of skin, it was quickly apparent
that something was very different "down there". The much smaller,
more internal nature of everything meant that a "woody" was no
longer accompanied by a noticable bulge.

	Although the sensations from the crotch were generally as good, or
even better than before, there were other new feelings too.
Whenever his "penis" or clitoris became engorged, Joe also felt his
enlarged nipples hardening too. When they got like that, he could
really sense their presence when they brushed the inside of his bra
as he moved. The feeling could only be described as very good. He
wondered if the experience was like that for "real" women. He had
no idea they might feel that way. Nothing in Linda's or any of his
other girlfriends reactions gave a clue that might be so. Perhaps it
just because having breasts was so new to him.

	And another thing. Almost as soon as the good feelings started,
Joe knew from experience that he was going to get wet. Real wet.
If he didn't know what was causing it, he might have thought he
involuntarily peed his pants. His poor distorted sex organ
sometimes seemed to weep for attention. It craved for something
inside it too. Desperately. Ever since the second night with Jay,
Joe knew his changed body liked sex. It yearned for it. Maybe it
took a bit longer to turn everything on now, but when you did... It
was nothing like when he was a guy. His new body wanted to be
with a man. Maybe his mind still wanted to see and touch a
woman's softness, but his body... It knew what it really needed.

	Joe closed his eyes and breathed deeply, taking in Linda's perfume.
Did she feel the same way? How could she? Though she always
seemed to have a healthy interest in sex, she couldn't have felt
anything like this.

	If she did, I think she would have ripped my clothes off. Joe
thought.

	He was awash in sexual lust. But not for the soft sweet smelling
person in his arms. It was a paradox. Here they were, both so
much in love, and Joe horny as a tomcat, and yet they seemed more
like sisters. That was the problem.

	Joe ran his hands up and down Linda's back, feeling the silky
softness of her blouse, and the little bump made by the strap of her
bra. Two weeks ago, he would have been groping for the buttons or
zipper. Now, he found himself wondering what type bra she was
wearing. He loved the way women's clothes felt to the touch.
Everything so soft and sensual. It was such a compliment to the
amplified sensitivity of his fingertips. It wasn't sexual or erotic,
but
it was sort of the same feeling.

	"Your blouse feels so good." Joe whispered into Linda's ear.

	Hardly words of endearment.

	"Thanks." Linda said, still holding him in the embrace. "It's pure
silk."

	"I just love the feeling of your clothes." Joe said, desperately
wanting to communicate, but not knowing what to say.

	"You never used to tell me that." Linda said, pulling back, and
looking into his face.

	"Yeah, I know." Joe admitted. "There were lots of things I didn't
talk about, I guess."

	"But, now you can." Linda said simply. "Now you can."

	"Is it really too late?" Joe asked, more to himself than to her.

	"What do you want to do?" Linda asked.

	"What can I do?" Joe responded. "Look at us, people would think
we're gay, or something."

	"Are we?" Linda asked, teasingly rubbing her breasts against Joe's.

	"I don't have any idea how to answer that question." Joe answered.
"I can't win either way."

	"Would you rather be with me, or Jay?" Linda asked, the smile
never leaving her face.

	Joe knew the real questions were starting.

	"Are you still happy with me sexually?" Joe countered.

	Linda didn't answer immediately. Finally she spoke.

	"Joe, I wish you could be just like you were before." She admitted.
"Not that you're not nice like this... I can't believe how wonderful
you treat me now, and how gentle you've become."

	"I've been finding it kinda hard to be a stallion lately." Joe
quipped.

	"I'm sorry Joe... I didn't mean it like that... "

	"No, I want to know how you think. What you think." Joe
continued. "We need to figure out how to work this thing out."

	"You've just become so feminine looking... So young and beautiful."
Linda continued. "I don't know what you can possibly see in me."

	"Hey, I may look like a girl, but it's all still new to me, remember."
Joe interjected. "I still think of you as my lady. I need you."

	"Do you?" Linda asked. "You seem to be doing all right. Another
couple of weeks, and no one would ever know you weren't born like
that."

	"Maybe other people couldn't tell, but I still remember."

	"And for how long?" Linda continued. "Joe, I see such a change in
you from day to day. You seem to adjust better, and like what
happened better, each time I see you."

	Joe shrugged his shoulders.

	"I can't help that." He said flatly. "I guess it's the hormones, or
something. I don't know"

	"It probably is." Linda agreed. "You don't just look like a woman,
Joe. You've started to become one."

	"What should I do, ask for a sex change operation?" Joe asked,
keeping his voice soft, although Linda was allowing hers to rise a
bit.

	"You told me that wouldn't work anyway, right?" Linda went on.
"And besides, you wouldn't want one."

	"You think I wouldn't?" Joe asked.

	"Do you?"

	Joe looked into her eyes.

	"It's true, since this all happened, I've been getting used to being
like this. I have to admit, I do like some of it... Maybe a lot of it.
But if I though an operation would make things like they were, I
think I'd do it in a minute."

	"Would you be doing it for you, or for me?" Linda asked.

	"For us." Joe insisted.

	"Why did this have to happen?" Linda asked.

	"Maybe we were just meant to be pals, not lovers." Joe offered,
smiling.

	"We were lovers, remember?" Linda reminded him.

	"You made me feel so good." Joe conceded.

	"No better than how you made me feel." Linda countered.

	"Yeah, I was a real stud, wasn't I." Joe teased.

	"I think so." Linda said seriously.

	"I wish this thing looked like it feels right now." Joe said, moving
his knees apart and indelicately rubbing his crotch through the
shorts.

	"Do you really feel the same way down there?" Linda asked,
obviously curious.

	Joe grinned mischievously.

	"Not exactly the same, but right now it feels as if it's a foot long."
He winked.

	"You wish."

	"Maybe we both do." Joe said.

	"You've got that right, Joe Bates." Linda admitted.

	Linda gently placed her hand at Joe's crotch. She began to fondle
him, instinctively doing what felt good.

	Joe closed his eyes, leaned back and enjoyed her attentions.

	"Do you like that?" Linda asked, though the answer was obvious.

	"Oh God, yes." Joe breathed.

	"As good as before?" Linda continued.

	Joe opened his eyes and looked into Linda's. What was she trying
to find out?

	"Good... I don't know... Maybe better, maybe about the same... I
don't really know." Joe answered.

	"You can't remember how you used to feel?" Linda asked.

	"It was good... Great. It's good now, too." Joe answered. Linda
hadn't stopped her skilled massage of his aching clit, and it was
starting to feel fantastic.

	He hoped the wetness he knew had to be there wouldn't show
through the yellow cotton shorts.

	Linda continued the gentle stroking and circular rubbing. Before
long, Joe was involuntarily moving his hips in synch with her hand.
He was becoming oblivious to anything but her touch.

	She could tell Joe had become excited almost as soon as they
embraced. Joe smelled of the recent shower at the health club, and
even to Linda it was a very pleasing scent. She longed for the
man-smell Joe used to have, but since the change, that was gone,
replaced by a very different, almost undetectable, probably more
feminine scent. Not erotic really, but pleasing.

	Linda wondered if being with her was the cause of his ardor. She
knew that neither of them were nearly as sexually attracted to each
other now, but she still wondered about Joe.

	The other day, at the aerobics class, Joe had obviously been
attracted to the other women, especially one young woman. Since
Joe's feminized body was no longer able to display excitement in
the way it once did, Linda couldn't tell if he had been sexually
aroused.

	Joe hadn't talked much during the drive home, and Linda thought
he acted a bit strange, but she was too embarrassed to ask him.

	Could Joe still get aroused by women?

	As they held each other close, Linda felt Joe's touching, stroking,
different than before, but then, not really so different. Was he
thinking of her, of what they had done when things were different?

	The curiosity was just too much. Could she still turn him on?

	The gently touching as they talked slowly changed to her more
directly fondling him between the legs. She thought he might move
her hand away, but he was already far too aroused for that.

	Almost immediately, Joe closed his eyes and stopped moving. He
liked it. She knew from their previous escapades in bed that Joe's
genitals were now pretty much like her own. She knew how to make
herself feel good, and she decided the same things might also feel
good for Joe too. She was obviously right.

	Linda had to admit, it was strangely exciting watching another
woman react to her touch.

	All the touching and rubbing soon had the desired effect. Joe felt
the intense urge to have something inside himself, and then was
overcome by the involuntary contractions of orgasm. The sensation
of climax was not so different now, though it did seem to be far
more intense than the average male ejaculation. The big difference
was after the fact. Before, release meant almost immediate loss of
erection and soon, an intense feeling of exhaustion. That was
followed by a strong urge to sleep.

	It wasn't like that anymore. Multiple orgasms had become the
norm. As soon as one was experienced, the only change Joe felt was
a tremendous increase in genital sensitivity. For a minute or so, it
actually hurt to have anything touch his crotch. But there was no
waiting for an erection anymore. Joe could keep up the cycle until
everything felt too sore.

	Linda watched the look on Joe's face as he recovered from the
orgasm. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing came in short
gasps. It had been so different when he came inside her. Then, he
seemed forceful and firm, as if needing to drive his organ deep
inside her.

	What was it really like for him now? Linda thought. To have your
very being changed so completely.

	Joe's face still possessed many of the familiar characteristics of
before, but the change brought with it a definite softness, especially
around the eyes and cheekbones. His eyes seemed bigger, and his
lips fuller. And so young... It was amazing how youthful he
appeared.

	She looked lower, at Joe's body. The little sleeveless top was sheer
enough to allow the outline of a flesh colored bra to show through.
It was just like one she had. The thin, seamless cups allowed Joe's
erect nipples to show through. She knew Joe was embarrassed
whenever that happened. Joe had developed very natural and
attractive breasts, and Linda knew that while they were sometimes
a source of embarrassment, he was also quite proud of the way they
looked. Joe accepted the changes the best he could, and made the
best of the situation. Linda admired him for that.

	Joe opened his eyes. He saw Linda watching him, her face radiating
a loving smile. He looked down at himself, quickly moving his knees
together. He saw, as well as sensed, the exposed look of his chest.
He pulled the white top away from his breasts so that the little
bumps of his nipples were not so obvious.

	He grinned sheepishly.

	"Thanks, I guess." He said, obviously embarrassed by what had
just happened.

	"I'm sorry I did that, Joe." Linda apologized. "I shouldn't have
touched you like that."

	"Why not?" Joe asked. "We used to do a lot more than that, didn't
we?" He smiled. "It felt good. I hope you let me return the favor.

	Linda returned the smile.

	"Of course." She replied. "Maybe after while though, all right?"

	"Did you like touching me... Doing that?" Joe asked.

	Linda looked into Joe's eyes.

	"It was interesting." She admitted. "I still find what happened to
you to be quite amazing."

	Joe snickered.

	"Yeah... Me too." He replied.

	"You don't mind that I did that... That I took advantage of you?"
Linda continued.

	"Why should I mind?" Joe considered. "I still love you, and you
simply made me feel good. How can I be irritated by that?"

	"It didn't embarrass you?" Linda asked.

	"Hmmm... I guess maybe it should have... But I guess I'm losing
my macho streak." He quipped.

	"I wish I was a man right now, Joe." Linda blurted. "I'd really
make you feel good."

	Joe looked at her and laughed mischievously.

	"And, if you were a man, I bet I could make you feel pretty good
too." He offered.

	Joe picked up the lemonade glass and took a sip.

	"How's the infection?" Linda asked.

	"Hmmm... I can't tell it's there anymore." Joe replied. "So I guess
it's getting better."

	"Keep using all the medication till it's gone." Linda advised.

	"Yes mother." Joe teased. "And I'm wearing my cotton underwear,
just like you said."

	Linda grinned at looked at Joe.

	"That's a good girl." She teased.

	"So... What about us?" Joe asked, getting the subject back on
track. "Should I move out?"

	"Do you want to?" Linda countered.

	"Do you want me to?"

	"Only if you choose to." Linda decided. "You can stay here as long
as you like. I need the company."

	"Like sisters?" Joe continued. "We can live like sisters?"

	"Is that how you prefer think of us?"

	"I don't think we can call ourselves lovers... Not exactly anyway."
Joe joked.

	"You really want to live here, with me?" Linda asked.

	"Would you rather get on with your life?" Joe asked. "I don't want
to hold you back."

	"What about your life?" Linda asked. "Would living here be harder
for you?"

	"I don't know." Joe said. "I still don't know what the rest of my
life is going to be like."

	"What about Jay? Is he a part of your life?" Linda asked.

	"Jay's my best friend." Joe said. "Yeah, maybe we fooled around a
little, but it was mostly just curiosity. You can understand that,
can't you?"

	Linda thought about it. How would she feel if she woke up
tomorrow morning and found she was inside the body of a man?
Maybe she might be curious to experiment too.

	"What about other guys?" Linda asked.

	"I don't know." Joe admitted. "I guess we have to let those things
work themselves out."

	"Maybe you're right." Linda agreed.

	They both heard a car come up the drive. Who could it be?

	In moments the doorbell sounded. Joe went to the door and found
his friend Jay.

	"Hello pal." Joe said. "You're just in time."

	Jay looked to see if Linda was nearby.

	"Is she still angry?" Jay asked, his voice in a whisper.

	"Not really." Joe answered. "I think we've come to an
understanding for now."

	"What is it?" Jay asked.

	Joe looked at his friend, who seemed unable to move his gaze from
Joe's chest.

	"Me and Linda decided to get married anyway." Joe teased. "We'll
both have kids by artificial insemination. Care to leave a
donation?"

	Jay looked alarmed, but then realized he was again victim of Joe's
relentless humor.

	"Can I be best man?" Jay asked, playing along.

	"Hell, I guess you can be the ONLY man." Joe laughed at his own
joke.

	They went into the family room where Linda still sat on the sofa.
Jay greeted her warily.

	"Good evening, Linda." He said haltingly.

	"Hello Jay." Linda returned. "How are you this evening?"

	"Not so bad." Jay replied. "I was just asking Joe if you were still
irritated with him, or me?"

	"Should I be?" Linda asked, prefering to watch as he tried to find a
way to ask forgiveness.

	"I don't know." Jay answered. "I know I have no intention to come
between you and Joe."

	Linda looked very serious.

	"Is that so?" Linda asked. "That's not what Joe just told me?"

	"Just what did Joe say?" Jay returned, trying to feel her out.

	"Hmmm... He said that everything was all your idea."

	"That's... Joe, tell her the truth!" Jay retorted. "I went along.
sure, but it was really Joe's idea."

	"My idea?" Joe shreiked as if insulted. He decided to play along
with Linda.

	Jay looked at Joe, trying to decide if they were serious or not.

	"Joe, if you didn't want to do anything, I would have respected
your wishes." Jay continued. "I thought what happened was what
you wanted."

	"You didn't like it?" Linda asked.

	Jay looked at her.

	"Of course I did, but I only did it because Joe wanted me to. Tell
her the truth, Joe." Jay insisted.

	"She knows the truth." Joe admitted. "I told her everything."

	"Everything?" Jay blurted.

	"Well, not the gory details... But she understands." Joe explained.

	"You're not angry?"

	"Nope." Linda said, a smile finally showing on her face.

	"God, I thought I was walking into a hornets nest." Jay admitted.
"I hope everything is working out."

	"I think it will." Joe said.

	"Yeah... Linda agreed. "Just keep you pants on, you two." She
laughed.

	"Come in and sit down." Joe told his friend.

	"I don't know what you had planned for tonight, but I thought
maybe we could do something together." Jay said.

	"What did you have in mind, Jay?" Joe asked.

	"Oh, I don't know, can you think of something you'ld like to do?
My treat." Jay answered.

	"Is this an offer for a date?" Joe asked, looking at Linda.

	"If that's how you want to take it, yeah, I guess it is." Jay replied.

	Joe felt a warm flush as the blood rushed to his face.

	Jay was asking him for a date, right in front of Linda.

	"Hmmm... I guess we can do something." Joe replied, watching
Linda's face for any sign. There was none, she just watched Jay.

	"A movie, maybe?" Jay offered.

	"Yeah, that might be good." Joe agreed. "I have to fly to
Minneapolis tomorrow morning, so I don't want to stay out too
late."

	"If we leave soon, we can still make the seven-o'clock." Jay said,
glancing at his watch.

	"Think this would be OK to wear to a movie?" Joe asked Linda.

	"Not a nice one." Linda advised. "The mall-eight would be fine
though."

	"Is that OK with you?" Joe asked Jay.

	"Fine." Jay replied. He was wearing a sport shirt and Dockers.

	"Well, let me get my stuff together." Joe said. "I'll only be a few
minutes."

	"I'll wait right here." Jay replied.

	Joe went to the laundry room to retrieve the last load. He took it
into his room and piled it on his dresser. Then he went into the
bathroom to check his appearance in the mirror.

	A few strokes with the hair brush to his short "do" and he was
ready. He decided to use the toilet before he left the room.

	As he sat on the stool, Joe contemplated what had just happened
with Linda. She as much as told him that she had no interest in
carrying on the relationship, and then proceeded to become
intimate with him.

	Talk about mixed signals. He thought he might find women easier
to understand, now that he had practically become one. But it was
still not that easy.

	After he finished, he stood to pull his underpants up, and paused to
check them.

	As he suspected, the crotch was sticky and damp. He stepped out
of the shorts and panty, and walked into the bedroom, idly stroking
his soft pubic hair.

	It might be more complicated to be like this, he thought, but it was
indeed interesting.

	He selected a new pair of underpants from the freshly washed pile.
Light blue, cotton hi-rise. Carefully stepping into them, he pulled
them to his hips then, as he usually did, he rubbed his palm
between his legs, as if to verify that everything was still the same
down there. Yep, he thought, smiling to himself, drier and happier,
but still the same.

Article 81849 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 50 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:39:54 GMT

			      Chapter 50

	Joe woke to a slight movement of the bed. It was hardly anything,
but enough to wake him. The room was still pretty dark, the early
light was just starting to shine through the open curtains of his
bedroom.

	He made it through yet another night. Rolling on his back, Joe
noticed Linda still in his bed. He pulled the sheet down, exposing
his bare chest. The sudden cool air made his nipples stiffen to hard,
sensitive points. Sometimes, just the larger aerola was visible. He
placed his hands at the side of his chest and pressed his bosom
forward. Doing so made the moderate endowment very evident,
even in the dim light. He grinned, thinking about strange thing
that had happened to him. A few minutes in the path of some
invisible radio waves... And I end like this. He had only a little
chest hair before, but now there was absolutely none at all. Just
these soft little mounds. And this...

	Joe placed his hand under the sheet and let his fingers brush his
body at the pubic hair. He remembered the feeling last night, as
Linda carefully fondled his changed anatomy, causing him to
explode in pleasure again and again. She knew just how to gently
stroke the sensitive tissues so the narrow boundary between
pleasure and pain was never once crossed.

	A man could never have done that. A man just wouldn't have any
idea just how close to the surface the nerves felt. But Joe knew
now... He remembered then... Before he had his own, he always
figured a clitoris felt much like a man's penis. Not exactly... While
there were definite similarities, when you considered it, a penis was
really more like an overgrown, rather numb, clitoris. At least that's
how he remembered it. A little over a week, and already it was
becoming difficult to remember the sensation of his old male parts.

	Joe couldn't honestly say he missed them. At least not as sex
organs anyway. No, what they had become was easily just as good,
if not much, much better.

	Joe gently ran his index finger along the now familiar moist cleft,
letting it gently brush over the sensitive little glans near the top.
The sensation was as if something had somehow amplified the
nerves at the underside Of his penis. But it didn't look anything
like a penis anymore. Just a small nub of flesh protruded from the
sensitive labia. Joe's clitoris was not protected by the little hood
of
tissue most real women had, since his circumcision when he was an
infant boy caused the required tissue to be absent. It manifested
itself after the transition as no clitoral covering. As a male, Joe's
most sensitive part had been deprived of its natural protection but
he hadn't even missed it at all. Of course, since his parents had it
performed when he was so young, Joe had no idea what it might
feel like any other way. It was the same way now, too. Everything
was more sensitive, but it was always that way...

	But now, at least when he wasn't aroused, Joe's clitoris was quite
small enough to remain partially concealed between the new labial
skin folds. Unlike his penis, it could sometimes retract, completely
concealed by the labia majora. He was often able forget about it,
something he seldom could do when it was a penis. That huge
thing was always there, reminding him to be on the lookout for the
opposite sex, and frequently standing to attention when a pretty
girl was nearby. Hard to not think of sex when you were always
being reminded like that.

	Everything was comfortably retracted now, thank you, just like a
real female, like it or not.

	It was strange being on the other side of the fence, Joe considered.
He found it amusing to watch Jay innocently attempt to catch a
glimpse of cleavage when he bent over to pick something up. He
remembered doing juvenile stuff like that himself, less than two
weeks before. Now, it just seemed silly. If he really wanted to see
his breasts, all Jay needed to do was ask, and Joe would let him
stare all he wanted. Hell, he could even touch them if he liked. It
felt so good when he did that, even if it was kind of embarrassing,
being so intimate with his long-time buddy. Joe knew Jay had
developed the "hots" for him, but he was still trying to decide just
how he felt about Jay. Or, any other man, for that matter.

	He idly fondled his right nipple.

	Women were different. He still loved being around them. Sure, it
was different now. He had essentially become one of them. He
looked like them. He was generally accepted by them. Even by
Linda, who knew who, and what, he really was. He obviously
couldn't enter a men's room anymore without causing a
disturbance, but Joe also couldn't help but feel out of place every
time he used a public ladies room. Maybe he was "anatomically
correct", but in his own mind, he was still a guy, and he was
entering no-man's-land.

	Anatomically correct. Yeah, he was that, all right, and more. His
poor changed body, while it honestly enjoyed the loving attention
Linda provided, craved something else... Something... Something
Linda couldn't provide. Joe knew what it was, but he was afraid to
admit it.

	He preferred sex with a man.

	Why should that be so embarrassing? He had become about as
physically female as anyone could possibly get. He had already
done about everything a normal woman could do besides
menstruate and get pregnant. And even that might happen one of
these days too. At least the menstruate part...

	The pregnant thing required a lot more thought.

	He cupped his left breast in his hand. The thought of a tiny, living
creature, something that came from his own body, receiving
nourishment from this small hunk of fatty tissue on his chest...

	Now that was heavy...

	Giving birth...

	It could happen... Dr. Krell said it... It appeared that he had not
only become externally female, but even his internal organs seemed
to have reverted to those of the other gender. Most likely, if he was
ever to be a parent, he would be a mother. That was a little hard
for a thirty-year-old guy to accept.

	But then, most thirty-year-old guy's didn't look like this, Joe
thought, gently massaging his own soft breasts in the dim morning
light.

	He looked over at Linda, who still slept soundly.

	Last night was really something. After the discussion with Linda,
Joe went out to a movie with Jay. It was sort of a date. He felt self
conscious walking in public with his pal, with everyone assuming he
was Jay's girlfriend. Maybe he was. Jay opened the door for him,
and generally treated him with loving respect. Joe had to admit, it
was enjoyable, but it was also weird.

	Once, as they watched the film, Jay placed his arm on Joe's
seatback. He then moved it to his shoulder. When that happened,
Joe looked into his friends eyes. They both smiled with
embarrassment, and Jay moved his arm.

	Later, they drove to a small pub for a bite to eat. Joe made sure he
sat across the table from Jay, not right beside him. The
conversation ranged from airplanes, to what was happening in the
lab. They didn't talk about their own relationship, and Joe was
glad of that. Jay kept staring at him, his eyes blind with love, but
Joe didn't know how to respond. He did let Jay pay for everything,
deciding not to start an argument.

	When they got back home, Joe decided to reward Jay with a quick,
awkward peck on the lips. It hadn't been nearly as embarrassing a
he thought it might be, and Joe realized he actually enjoyed the
evening. Maybe he could get used to living as a female.

	When Jay left, Joe went to his room to get ready for bed.
Tomorrow might be a long day, and he wanted to get plenty of
sleep.

	Shortly after he slipped into bed, his bedroom door opened, and
Linda quietly joined him under the sheets. He hadn't expected that.

	It was embarrassing. Joe had decided to sleep nude, the way he
always slept when he was male. Now he was in bed with his fiance,
naked. His entire body was exposed. It was dark, but Linda wanted
to cuddle.

	Linda wore his favorite nightie, a soft, silky shortie that left her
bottom hang out when she didn't wear the little matching panties.
Joe knew she wasn't wearing them now, cause she never did. He
wished he had something covering his top too.

	Linda placed her arm around Joe's shoulder, and here fingers
brushed his breast. She began to gently fondle the nipple, and Joe
felt it immediately stiffen in response. It was embarrassing.

	Only moments before, in the bathroom, Joe had dutifully inserted
the little applicator of vaginal medication, then quickly jumped into
bed before any of it could run out of the new opening between his
legs. Now, he was worried it would soon be all over the bedclothes,
as he sensed his vaginal lips opening in response to Linda's soft
touch.

	Linda continued her gentle stroking. Joe just lay there, not
reciprocating in any way. But Linda was persistent. Joe felt her
other hand on his belly, and in a few moments. her fingers were
brushing through his pubic hair.

	They gently explored and fondled each other for what seemed like
hours.

	Now, it was already time to get up.

	Joe silently entered the bathroom without turning on the light till
he closed the door. He sat and relieved himself, then took a quick
shower. He used the razor on his underarms and legs, but ignored
the bikini line, since it looked fine to him, and he was trying to
keep
it from itching down there. Too short hair seemed to cause that.

	Joe brushed his hair and teeth, then carefully applied lipstick and
light make-up. It was getting easier, even if it did seem silly to do
it. A glance in the mirror was met by a very attractive young
woman looking back. Joe grinned at his reflection, and shook his
naked chest just to watch the way it made his breasts move.

	A little deodorant, followed by a very small spray of cologne, and
he was ready to dress. Joe went back to the dark bedroom. The
morning sunlight was just bright enough he didn't need the light.
He went to the dresser to select the days underwear. He selected
the black bra and matching thong. He felt wicked wearing it, and
he hoped to get a chance to show it off to Tim. He didn't know
why that was so important, but he felt a strange affection for the
young man-woman. He took the underwear into the bathroom and
slipped it on.

	He inspected the image in the bathroom mirror. No matter how
many times he saw himself, it was still weird to see a flat little
triangle of nylon where the bulge of a penis ought to be. Would he
ever get accustomed to it?

	The sexy underwear was followed by a black silk teddy, and then
covered by his favorite gray suit. He watched Linda sleep as he
carefully snapped the crotch of the teddy, glad that she wasn't
awake to watch him dress. It was still embarrassing being so
feminine looking, and he knew Linda could tell he liked wearing
clothes like these.

	Finally dressed, Joe packed his overnight bag with clothes for
another day. He tossed in his new one-piece swimsuit, and his
exercise wear. Who knew what tonight might be like? He also took
another suit for the flight back tomorrow, as well as slacks and a
blouse. Two extra panties and bras, and he was ready. He then
went to the bathroom to get the things he would need tomorrow
morning. It took a lot more stuff for a woman to look professional
than for a man, he thought.

	Linda was waking as Joe left the bathroom. She smiled at him
when she saw how he was dressed.

	"You look very nice." She said.

	"Thanks." Joe returned. "I don't know who I'm going to be seeing
today, so I thought I better wear the best stuff I have."

	"You look very sophisticated." Linda complimented. "A total
professional."

	"I just don't want to look like a freak." Joe said.

	Linda frowned.

	"Do you think you might?" She asked.

	"Why not? Here comes the woman who's really a guy... " Joe
lamented. "That's what they'll all be thinking anyway."

	"If they do, that's their problem." Linda insisted. "If you present a
professional image, they'll forget who you used to be."

	"I'm not sure I want that either." Joe reminded her. "I'm more
than just this body, you know."

	Linda smiled at what Joe just said.

	"I never thought I'd ever get to hear you say that." She said.

	"I hope you get more out of it than I am." Joe said, smiling.

	"Come here Joe Bates." Linda ordered.

	She pulled Joe down to the bed and kissed him on the lips. They
hugged each other for a long minute.

	"It will all work out." Linda insisted. "I know it will."

	Joe slowly rose from the bed and striated his skirt.

	"I hope so." He said. "I feel like I'm really two persons now. I can't
go on like this."

	"I love both of you." Linda reminded him.

	"See you tomorrow night." Joe said, picking up his handbag and
overnighter.

	"I'll be waiting for you!" Linda said, winking seductively.

	Joe went into the kitchen and fixed a bowl of cold cereal and
orange juice. When he finished, he placed the spoon and bowl in
the dishwasher, straighten his cloths and hair, and went to his car.

	It was another absolutely clear morning in Arizona. Joe wondered
what the weather would be along the route of flight. He pulled into
the hanger parking lot and parked his car. He wondered who the
mechanics would be this morning. Before, he enjoyed the regular
banter in the flight lounge. The conversation ranged from airplanes
to women. Usually women. It wouldn't be like that anymore when
he was there. He could almost feel the eyes on him when he walked
to the coffee pot, looking at his legs, and his butt.

	A few weeks ago he did the same thing.

	"Morning Joe." Buck, the head crew chief greeted him as he
entered the room.

	"Hi, Buck." Joe answered awkwardly. "How's the 421?"

	"Fully fueled, and no write-ups." Buck answered. "You should have
a good ride."

	"Hope the weatherman agrees." Joe said, going to the coffee pot
then to the phone.

	Joe had the Minneapolis trip "canned" in the computer, and only
had to enter the tail number, take-off time, fuel load and
souls-on-board. The printer then came to life with the route of
flight, and complete trip weather.

	The trip would be rather uneventful, at least the weather part.
Only a stiff head wind for most of the flight would be a factor. The
421 wasn't all that speedy, and the wind could be a factor for total
trip time. They would likely add almost an hour to the run.

	Joe was sitting at the table looking at the weather printout, sipping
his coffee when Tim entered the room.

	Two weeks ago, Tim Werner was a twenty-one-year-old college
student working his way through school as a line boy.

	The Tim Werner who walked in looked very different. Instead of
wide, muscular shoulders and narrow hips, this Tim was much
smaller and quite feminine. A short skirt barely hid cute legs. Tim
wore a suit much like Joe's, but the skirt was much shorter. It was
four or five inches above the knee, and he couldn't help but expose
a LOT of leg as he sat down next to Joe.

	"That's quite an outfit." Joe commented, after Buck regained his
composure and went to out into the hanger.

	"I know, I know, it's a little short." Tim conceded. "I told the sales
girl that, but she insisted it was just what I had to get."

	"Well, at least nobody will think you're a guy." Joe teased.

	"Is it too much?" Tim asked. "I have another outfit... And I
brought some pants... "

	"No, if you like it, I like it." Joe said, laughing.

	"I worked so hard just to get it on... " Tim continued. "I might as
well wear it."

	"The weather will be OK." Joe said, changing the subject. "But
we'll have headwinds most of the way. Be sure to stop at the potty
before we launch." He winked.

	"I really need some of that coffee." Tim insisted.

	The cups are over there." Joe pointed. "We leave in ten minutes."

	Joe watched as Tim got a cup of coffee and returned to drink it. He
indeed looked so very young. Only his breasts, and the sexy skirt,
kept him from looking almost pre-teen. Joe wondered when it
would stop.

	"I went shopping with Norm last night." Tim said. "Norm's
actually pretty cool, you know."

	"Yeah." Joe agreed. "And he's ate up with the "girl thing" ain't
he?"

	"He sure is." Tim conceded. "But he wanted it, didn't he?"

	"He sure did." Joe admitted. "I helped him. I didn't know if I
should, but I'm glad I did."

	"Norm sure seem happy about what happened." Tim agreed.

	"That's for sure."

	Tim finished the coffee.

	"I'm ready." He said, getting up, and pulling at his skirt as Joe
watched in silent amusement.

	"I didn't know it would do this." Tim conceded. "I guess my butt
hangs out half the time."

	"It's an awful cute butt." Joe teased.

	"Cut it out." Tim whined, half-heartedly. "Lets get in the air."

Article 81850 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 51 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:40:05 GMT

			      Chapter 51

	"I'm ready when you are." Joe said. "Where's your stuff?"

	I left it by the hanger door." Tim said.

	"I guess we're ready then." Joe announced. "Let's make that potty
stop."

	Tim followed Joe into the ladies room. Unlike the more familiar
men's room, which had two stalls and two urinals, the ladies room
at the hanger was small and attractive, but had only had one
commode. Joe had used it only once before, but had forgotten the
layout. It was Tim's first time in this no-man's-land. The place was
actually very nicely equipped. Much cleaner and better decorated
than the rather utilitarian men's room on the other side of the wall.

	"You go first." Joe insisted. "I forgot there was only one toilet."

	Tim grinned and entered the stall.

	"This is one place where I definitely miss the way I used to be." He
said. "This needing to sit to pee stuff is already getting to be a
drag."

	"Yeah. I agree." Joe concurred. "And it's even worse with
pantyhose."

	Joe cold hear urine trickle into the commode.

	"Well, today's the first time I've ever had 'em on." Tim announced.
"Becky insisted I wear them if I wore this skirt. In fact, they're
hers, but I guess they fit pretty good. I do like the way they make
my legs look and feel, but they sure are hot."

	"With that little skirt, I guess maybe you do need something to
keep from putting on a show." Joe teased.

	"If you got it, flaunt it. Right?" Tim said over the closed stall
door.

	There was a flush, but Tim remained in the stall.

	"Need some help?" Joe teased.

	"I'm just trying to get all this stuff back in the right place." Tim
said. "It's not that easy, you know."

	"Ain't that the truth." Joe agreed.

	Finally Tim opened the door, continuing to fiddle with the zipper
of his skirt.

	Joe went over and helped him zip it.

	"Thanks." Tim said, grinning. He went to look at himself in the
mirror as Joe took his turn at the toilet.

	"Did you ever dream you'd be in this room, doing this?" Tim asked.

	"No, I can't say it even crossed my mind." Joe responded as he
eased his bottom onto the still warm seat.

	"And we're gonna be like this for a long time. Maybe the rest of
our lives." Tim continued, straightening his blouse over his soft
contours.

	"It kind of looks that way." Joe agreed as he tried to coax urine
into the commode.

	"I really wish my hair would grow out faster." Tim continued. "If I
gotta look like a girl, at least I want to really look like one."

	"Trust me, you do." Joe replied.

	"No, I mean really look like one." Tim continued. "Maybe we are
female physically, but we still look like guys, sort of, don't you
think?"

	"Not by most peoples method of judgment, no I don't." Joe offered.
"Maybe our hair is a little short, but that's it. You sure don't look
like a guy. Not in that skirt."

	"And I don't feel like one either." Tim agreed. "Not in this. I feel
absolutely wicked. Did you see how Buck acted when he saw me."

	"Well, you look like jail bait." Joe said as he spooled paper from
the roll to wipe himself.

	"It's kind of fun looking like jail bait." Tim said, grinning
wickedly.
"Usually though, I just feel like a little kid."

	"Just try to recall what it was like as a guy before you let too much
of this go to your head." Joe advised. "Remember, you don't just
look female. You just might bite off more than you want to chew."

	"Yeah, I know." Tim agreed. "But ain't it fun to see how guys
react around us."

	"When I was in school we used to call a girl like that a 'life support
system for a pussy'." Joe remembered.

	"Really?" Tim said. "You actually felt that way?"

	"What did you call a prick teaser?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, OK, I guess your right." Tim said.

	"It's OK to look good... cute... If that's what you want, I guess.
Just remember that to most people, you're a woman now." Joe
reminded Tim.

	"Or, more specifically, a little girl." Tim corrected.

	"You're twenty-one." Joe said. "And you sure don't look like a
little girl all over."

	"At least not so far." Tim agreed.

	"That's right. Not so far." Joe said, opening the door.

	Joe went to the mirror and checked his clothes and hair.

	"I just wish I looked like you." Tim announced. "You... You, at
least, look like a woman, not a kid. People still respect you."

	"I face the same problems as you." Joe said, but he knew Tim was
probably right. He looked more like an adolescent than a
twenty-one-year-old adult.

	"You don't have any idea what it's like." Tim insisted. "Everybody
thinks I'm a kid. A little girl. But I still feel like a guy. Most of
the
time anyway.

	"I like the way that little top makes those boobs look, big fella."
Joe teased, gently flicking the tip of Tim's left breast.

	Tim did look so very sexy standing there.

	"Yeah, I kind of do too." Tim agreed, looking sideways in the
mirror again.

	"This meeting of the mutual admiration society is now adjourned."
Joe ordered. "We have a plane to fly, my friend."

	They carried their things to the plane and climbed on board. For
Joe the familiar panel was contrasted by the strange feel where the
seat touched the changed contours of his body.

	Expanding hips, smaller shoulders, and soft curves where there was
once muscle made everything feel so different. And the fitted skirt
made taking the left seat much more awkward than before.

	Tim awkwardly showed everything as he assumed his seat on the
right.

	"Two weeks ago that view would have meant a lot more to me."
Joe teased.

	"All you need do is ask. I'll show you mine, if you'll show me
yours." Tim retorted.

	"Just keep it covered." Joe admonished. "I think it could be a
safety-of-flight issue."

	"Aye Aye, Captain." Tim said, offering a mock salute.

	Joe could tell Tim was really enjoying the opportunity to fly right
seat in the twin Cessna.

	They cranked the engines. In a few minutes the gear was up and
they were climbing to five thousand feet.

	When they finally leveled at a cruise altitude of seventeen
thousand, Joe switched on the autopilot.

	"You want to fly?" He offered to Tim.

	"Sure." Tim responded.

	"Here's the disconnect. Keep it on that radial till the DME reads
six, then switch to this waypoint."

	"OK." Tim said, flicking off the autopilot switch and hand flying.
Joe leaned back in the seat to relax.

	Tim wasn't about to let him go to sleep.

	"I guess you're going to keep your old name, huh?" Tim asked.

	"For now, anyway." Joe said. "I haven't really given it much
thought so far."

	"Yeah. I have though." Tim said. "Tim, or Timothy, just isn't a
girls... woman's name. Becky thinks I should do something about it
too."

	"Maybe you should. What name do you like?" Joe asked.

	"I don't know." Tim said, looking intently out the windshield. "I've
always been Tim."

	"Have you considered Timmie?" Joe asked offhandedly.

	"Sounds too feminine." Tim answered.

	"Well, you are pretty much a gi... woman, you know." Joe retorted.

	"I don't like Timmie, OK?"

	"There must be a million other possibilities."

	"Pick another one." Tim asked.

	"How about Barbara?" Joe offered. "One of Jay's girl friends is
named Barbara. I kind of like that name myself."

	"Think it fits me?" Tim asked.

	Joe looked over at the cute young woman flying the plane.

	"Yeah. You might be named Barbara." He said.

	"Give me another choice." Tim asked.

	"You look like a very young Demi Moore." Joe decided. "How
about Demi?"

	"Sounds like a type of bra, don't it?" Tim wondered aloud.

	"It looks awful good on Demi Moore." Joe reflected.

	"Another name."

	"Hmmm... How about Susan?"

	"Another."

	"Terri." Joe offered. "That name could go either way. Kind of
appropriate, don't you think?"

	"Maybe. I don't know." Tim said, looking straight ahead. "The
whole idea of changing my name... It just sounds so permanent...
Like I've accepted all this."

	"Accept it or not, you're still gonna look the same when you step
out of the shower."

	"Yeah, I know that too." Tim agreed.

	"Take your time." Joe advised. "There's no great rush. But it
might be easier for me, when I introduce you. Right, Timmie?" He
looked over at Tim, grinning.

	"I was tempted to correct you on that one." Tim insisted. "But the
truth was even worse."

	"Is it drafty in a skirt like that?" Joe continued.

	"It might be, I can't feel it in these darn pantyhose." Tim
responded with a smile.

	"You look good in it." Joe complimented. "A little too Lolita-like
maybe, but very sexy."

	"You really think I look sexy like this?" Tim asked seriously.

	"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Joe asked. "Pal, that bod of
yours can give a normal guy a heart attack. Hell, it even excites
me, and I'm not exactly normal anymore."

	"I guess I should feel more like I look then." Tim said, looking at
Joe. "I mostly just feel silly, like somebody just put this costume
on me, and I can't figure out how to take it off."

	"Interesting observation." Joe said. "I guess I feel that way too
sometimes, especially in the morning, right after I wake up."

	"Yeah. I know what you mean." Tim agreed. "Sometimes, I forget
it happened, and it really feels funny when I first see myself, or
touch myself when I wake up."

	"Almost like I'm inside somebody else or something." Joe added.
"But it's still me."

	"Yeah... Tits, vagina, and butt." Tim agreed, touching himself.
"It's still me... "

	"It is kind of fun though, don't you agree?" Joe added.

	Tim looked at Joe.

	"Sure. Sometimes it is." He admitted. "But I don't think I'd
volunteer for it, if that's what you mean."

	"No, me either." Joe concurred. "But it does seem to be getting
easier. I don't know why that is. How about you?"

	"Easier? I don't think so." Tim mused. "I'm too worried how it's
all going to turn out."

	"Turn out?"

	"You ain't the one that's looking like a little kid." Tim reminded
him.

	"Some kid." Joe corrected. "You don't look like a kid to me."

	"Why does everybody treat me like one then?" Tim asked.

	"You do look rather young." Joe admitted.

	"Yeah, rather young is right." Tim whined. "I don't have a dick
anymore, and now I'm worried that I won't even have pubic hair
before long. You have problems like that?"

	"Well, not so far, I must admit." Joe said.

	"Remember that when you think about my problems." Tim said.
Maybe we all turned female, but it looks like only I get to be a
little girl." He grinned.

	"Maybe that's good." Joe suggested.

	"Trust me, you won't like it if it does happen to you." Tim advised.

	"Yeah... But a chance to start over... If we have to be women,
starting at the beginning would probably be easier." Joe considered.

	"Not when you're twenty-one years old." Tim said. "Only
yesterday I went through all this as a guy. I just start to grow some
hair on my chest... Now its all gone... And these... " Tim brushed
his hand across his breasts.

	"It's pretty hard for all of us, I think." Joe reminded him.

	"Damn, Joe. I hang around with you guys for less than an hour
and look what it did to me." Tim grinned, but it was obvious he
meant it.

	"Yeah, my clothes don't fit too good now either." Joe teased.

	"We're not guys anymore." Tim continued. "We're probably gonna
be like this forever."

	"You might be right." Joe said, nodding his head.

	"I hadn't planned to spend my life like this... Looking like this."
Tim continued.

	"Me either." Joe said. "But what happened, happened. Nobody
had any idea it was possible."

	"And we're the one's who have to live with the problem." Tim
continued.

	"That's right." Joe agreed. "We're the first. But we won't be the
last, I bet."

	"I'm not graduated yet, and I'm already making more money that I
expected to right out of school, maybe I should be pleased." Tim
mused. "But is a good salary worth my whole future?"

	"You still have a future." Joe corrected. "It's just been changed a
little bit."

	"Uh huh. Like needing to have my sister teach me how dress." Tim
lamented.

	"Yeah, I agree, it can be a little embarrassing." Joe agreed. "But it
ain't all bad, is it?"

	"Oh no, not all bad." Tim said, grinning to himself. "I guess two
weeks ago I couldn't have worn stuff like this without everybody
thinking I was a pervert or something."

	"You would have wanted to?" Joe asked, surprised at the response.

	Tim looked at Joe.

	"I guess maybe I always wondered what it was like to wear a skirt...
To have a body... like this. Didn't you?"

	"And... "

	"What do you mean?"

	"So... How do you like it?" Joe prodded.

	"I think you know." Tim answered. "It's OK, but I'd much rather
be back the way I was."

	"Yeah, me too, I guess." Joe agreed. "But I am getting used to it."

	"Me too." Tim went on. "When it first happened, all I could think
about was getting back the way I was. Now, I guess I'm resigned or
something. Now I find I worry more about things like my hair
growing out... Things like that. It's weird, but that's what
happening."

	"I agree." Joe concurred. "It gets a little easier each day. Maybe, in
another week, I won't want to go back, even if I can."

	"I don't feel like that." Tim offered. "Give me a crack at being a
normal guy again, and I'll take it in a minute."

	"Wait and see how much different you feel in a few days." Joe
suggested.

	"I doubt I'll be much more accepting, but time will tell, I suppose."
Tim said, staring intently out the windshield.

	"What have you got to lose?" Joe chided.

	"You got that right." Tim agreed. "I bought all those new clothes
last night. I guess I might as well wear them a while."

	"What else did you buy?" Joe asked, mainly to kill time.

	"Oh, all kinds of stuff." Tim said. "Norm seemed to want at least
one of everything in the shops, and almost insisted that I get
something too.

	"Norm is eating this stuff up." Joe agreed.

	"Yeah. I mean... I guess it is really a transition from an old man to
what he has become, and maybe it well worth it for him. I think
it's a little different for the rest of us."

	"He's still got a lot of power inside Honeybone, I hope." Joe added.
"That can't do anything but help us."

	"I guess so." Tim agreed. "As long as they accept what he has
turned himself into. He's really getting off on the female aspect of
all this."

	"What do you mean?" Joe asked.

	"Hell, he practically propositioned a salesman in the shoe store."
Tim explained. "I think they thought Norm was my mother, and he
began flirting with the guy, who was probably about twenty five."

	"Norm's probably testing the water, just like you were." Joe
considered.

	"I guess." Tim mused. "I just wish I felt more like a girl, if that's
what I have to be."

	"What's the problem?" Joe asked, looking at Tim.

	"I know I can't do any of the things I did before, now that I look
like this." Tim explained. "But I still want to. I can't imagine ever
going to bed with a man. It almost seems repulsive."

	"Almost?" Joe questioned.

	Tim grinned.

	"I guess I do have some curiosity about what sex would feel like."

	"I've done it." Joe disclosed. "It's not at all bad."

	"Don't it hurt?" Tim asked. "When they put that thing in during
the examinations... "

	"It doesn't feel anything like that." Joe confided. "Sure, it did hurt
a little, at first, but that went away real fast. It's so warm, and...
I
don't know... Gently firm, I guess. Feels so good."

	"It seems so weird... To have a guy go inside... "

	"It feels pretty good though." Joe said. "Totally natural."

	"I still think women are neater." Tim said. "They smell better,
they're softer, gentler."

	"I like the way men smell too." Joe said.

	"Well, I don't remember smelling you before." Tim exclaimed.
"But you sure smell good now."

	"Like a girl?" Joe asked, grinning.

	"Yeah." Tim said. "You smell great. You look great."

	"You do too." Joe returned. "Maybe WE should sleep together."
he quipped.

	"Do you want to?" Tim asked seriously.

	"Do you?"

	Tim looked straight ahead.

	"I'd be willing to try it." Tim said softly.

	"I guess it couldn't hurt anything, could it." Joe teased. "Two
guys... having a lesbian relationship... "

	"I don't think of myself as a lesbian." Tim insisited. "Even if I am
stuck like this."

	"Well, maybe it would give us a chance to act out our fantasies."
Joe considered. "We can take turns being the guy."

	"I think it would be great." Tim said. "I wish I could have had a
few days before this happened to me."

	"What difference would that have made?" Joe asked.

	"I would have had sex at least one more time."

	"You don't have to give up sex." Joe insisted. "It really isn't bad
this way."

	"I doubt that you can show me." Tim teased.

	Joe feigned hurt.

	"That was a low blow." Joe said. "But I think I can get you going."

	"I don't know what I can do for you." Tim mused.

	"Do what ever you like." Joe said. "But I can't do too much for the
next few days. I'm still fighting that infection. But it is getting
better."

	"Infection?" Tim asked.

	"Oh, I got a yeast infection... You know, down there." Joe
explained. "Burns like hell. It's OK now."

	"How'd you get it?" Tim asked.

	"Beats me." Joe said. "Doctor Krell gave me a prescription, and
it's going away. Makes a good argument for cotton underpants."

	"That keeps it from happening?" Tim asked.

	"It helps, I guess." Joe said. "They're looser, and keep you drier."

	"You should see what I have on now." Tim said seductively.

	"Oh yeah?" Joe said, looking at Tim. "What?"

	"Just wait." Tim teased.

	"You little flirt." Joe teased. "And you say you still feel like a
guy."

	"I said I FEEL like a guy." Tim corrected. "I don't LOOK like a
guy."

	"That's the truth." Joe agreed.

	"How about taking the wheel a second." Tim asked.

	Joe took over the controls, and Tim leaned back into a long stretch.
The position made his breasts stand out under the silky blouse. Joe
couldn't take his eyes off Tim as he flexed his back and arms.

	"God, you look gorgous." Joe complimented. "I hope you realize
that, my friend."

	"This damn new bra is constantly poking me." Tim said. "It sure
don't feel as good as it looks."

	"Does it have underwires?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, I guess it does." Tim said. "I like it, but I suppose I just
ain't used to the feeling yet."

	"If it hurts, I doubt it is the correct size." Joe said.

	"I hope I'm not still getting smaller." Tim worried. "That's all I
need."

	"Look the same to me." Joe said.

	Tim looked down at his chest. He felt his left boob, then his right.

	"Hate to admit it, but it feels pretty normal." He said, grinning at
Joe.

	"Looks great." Joe complimented again.

	"You should see what I'm wearing under these clothes." Tim said.

	"I can hardly wait." Joe teased. "You're a real tease, you know
that."

	"Just trying to adapt to this girl-stuff." Tim whined innocently.

	"And you're doing real good." Joe declared.

	"I just wish it didn't seem so permanent." Tim considered. "I still
want to be male again, someday."

	"I hope we get the chance." Joe agreed.

	They were flying for a couple of hours when Tim broke the silence.

	"My God, look at the ground speed." He said.

	Joe looked at the digital read-out. It said ninety-five knots.

	"We do have one hell of a headwind." Joe agreed.

	"I'm going to need to pee before too long." Tim announced.
"Seems like I can't hold it like I used to."

	"Yeah, I noticed that too." Joe said. "It seems like the muscles
down there are weaker or something."

	"Really sucks, don't it?" Tim went on. "I can almost accept not
having a dick, but this needing to pee all the time... It seems like
somebody's trying to rub it in, or something." He grinned.

	"We still have a few hours, at least." Joe concluded. "Can you hold
it that long?"

	"I can try." Tim answered. "I was reading about these things called
Kegel exercises. I guess I can start doing them now."

	"If you need to go, we can get on the ground." Joe teased. "We do
have a relief tube under this seat."

	"Uh huh. That helps a lot, don't it?" Tim lamented.

	"I haven't figured a way to use it." Joe admitted. "But try it before
you get the seat wet."

	"Damn it, I'd need to pull these panty hose, then my underwear."
Tim laughed at the idea. "I'd probably make a bigger mess than if
I just let it run right now."

	"I never thought about the physical limitations of a girl till I had
to
live with them." Joe laughed.

	"Definitly the inferior design." Tim agreed.

	"But without it, there wouldn't be any of us." Joe considered.

	"Yeah, I almost dread to think about that too." Tim admitted. "I
can't imagine the concept of getting pregnant."

	"You have plenty of time to get used to the idea." Joe teased. "I
promise I won't make that happen to you."

	"Thanks a lot for small favors." Tim lamented. "I don't even want
to get a period. My sister has been telling me what its like, and I
dread it happening. Blood... Yuck... "

	They flew on, discussing the situation they found themselves in.
They complained, laughed, and teased each other to pass the time.
Before long another two hours had passed. Joe decided to start an
enroute descent.

	"Let me call Center and get a lower cruise altitude." Joe
announced. "It's time to start down. We'll be there soon."

	"Not too soon for me." Tim anounced.

Article 81852 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 52 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:40:24 GMT

			      Chapter 52

	Joe ran the prop rpm to high as the Cessna twin approached the
runway. There was considerable wind, and the plane was a handful
as it bobbed and danced on the glide slope. Tim watched as Joe
skillfully maneuvered the plane into a proper landing attitude.
When the wheels touched, Joe looked over and gave Tim a relieved
smile.

	"That was work!" Joe said. "If the gusts were any higher, I think
we should have tried someplace else."

	"You do good work." Tim complimented. "I'm impressed."

	"Thank God it don't take balls to fly this thing, I guess." Joe
quipped.

	"Did you ever think it did?" Tim teased.

	"I sure hoped it didn't, and that's the honest truth." Joe admitted.
"In the beginning, I didn't know what to expect."

	"Yeah, I felt the same way at first." Tim agreed. "I had become so
different in some ways, and still the same in others. I hoped I could
still do everything I always could... Well, almost everything... " He
grinned.

	Joe quickly taxied the plane to the FBO that serviced the
Honeybone aircraft.

	"Let's hurry up and get this thing in the barn." Joe said. "I really
need to visit the restroom too."

	"I see I'm not the only one with the small bladder." Tim said,
laughing.

	"I don't have too much trouble with it." Joe apologized. "But I do
need to go."

	"Not as bad as me, I'm sure." Tim insisted.

	Tim started to leave his seat as Joe shut the engines down. A line
service boy was walking to the aircraft. As Tim struggled to open
the door, the young man smiled when he saw Tim.

	"Hello there." The young man greeted.

	Tim felt embarrassed. He knew that the boy standing on the
ground, who was probably about his own age, had just been
presented with a first class view up his short skirt. Pantyhose
limited the exposure, but it was still not very ladylike on his part.

	"Hi." Tim returned, wondering if his face was as red as it felt.

	"Can I help with anything?" The young man offered.

	Tim looked at him.

	"Yeah, maybe you can." He answered. "How about taking these
bags inside for me?"

	"Sure. I'd be glad to." The boy fawned, obviously taken by the
cute young girl in the short skirt.

	Tim passed his and his bags to the line boy, who did his best to
carry them all at one time. Tim watched in amazement at the
effect he had.

	Joe finished the shutdown procedures and came to the back of the
cabin in time to see the line boy struggling with the bags.

	"What's going on?" He asked.

	"I think I have a new friend." Tim joked. "He offered, and I
accepted."

	"Tim, you really are a tease, you know that?" Joe insisted.

	"Just experimenting with the new equipment." Tim mused. "Might
as well take advantage of a few of the benefits, right?"

	"Go easy on it, OK?" Joe advised. "You're too damn nice a guy to
start behaving like that."

	"WAS too nice a guy." Tim reminded him. "We're not exactly guys
anymore, remember?"

	"Kinda hard to forget." Joe admitted. "And right now, I'm wasting
time talking about it."

	Joe walked rapidly to the FBO office hoping to find the restroom.
He prayed he could hold it till he got his clothes down. Tim
followed close behind, obviously in the same distress.

	"Fill the tanks please, one-hundred low lead." Joe called to the old
man sitting behind the desk in the office. He didn't even slow down
as he spotted the door with a little outline symbol of a woman in a
dress.

	The ladies room was a "three-holer" so they could both do their
thing simultaneously.

	As pee tinkled into the commode, Joe called over the partition.

	"God, this feels so good." He said. "I thought for a minute I was
going to have a little accident."

	"Yeah, I was like that on the plane." Tim confided. "Luckily, it
went away after a while."

	"I don't think I ever needed to go this bad before." Joe said. "It
felt like I was not going to be able to hold it."

	"We gotta check with Honeybone, and then I suppose we have the
rest of the day off." Joe said, changing the subject.

	They finished up, then freshened themselves at the big mirror. As
Joe straightened his skirt, he wondered how it would have looked if
he actually had wet himself. Would everything simply run down his
legs, or would he be wet in the back or the front. His changed
anatomy was that different, and still that unfamiliar.

	"What do you want to do this evening?" Joe asked as he primped.

	"I don't know." Tim answered. "I've never been to Minneapolis
before, so I'll leave it up to you."

	"You like steak?" Joe asked.

	"Do I!" Tim answered. "I think I can still eat a pretty good sized
one right now."

	"I know a good place." Joe continued. "After we check in, we can
go to our rooms for a while, then get some dinner."

	"Sounds good." Tim responded. "I'm really starting to get hungry."

	Joe signed the fuel bill, then got the keys to the waiting rental car.
The line boy very willingly placed their bags in the trunk.

	Tim smiled at the young man as he opened the passenger door.

	"Thank you very much." Tim said, as he smiled demurely.

	"Don't mention it." The young man said. "It's been my pleasure."

	Tim blushed.

	Joe drove directly to the Honeybone offices. When they arrived, he
parked and went inside, Tim dutifully following closely behind.

	"I'm Joe Bates." Joe told the receptionist. "I'm supposed to take
somebody back to Phoenix."

	"Just a moment." The middle-aged woman behind the desk said,
smiling as she looked at the two young women in front of her.

	"There are two young ladies here from Phoenix." She spoke into
her headset. "I believe they are here to take someone down."

	"Are you pilots?" The woman asked.

	"Yes." Joe responded. "We work for Honeybone-Phoenix."

	The woman spoke into the headset again, then listened.

	"Mr. Teasdale asks that you go right in." She ordered.

	Joe knew Mr. Tom Teasdale. He was second in command, right
after Norm Peterson. He wondered if they'd be hauling Teasdale, or
somebody else, back to Phoenix.

	They went to the office door, which was open.

	"Come in, Joe." Tom Teasdale insisted. "And Tim, isn't it?

	"Yes sir." Tim answered, shaking the man's hand.

	The man looked at the two young women intently. In a moment, he
spoke again.

	"Forgive me for staring." He apologized. "But I've been hearing so
much about you, and I must admit, you are both quite attractive."

	"Thank you, I guess." Joe responded. "I'm afraid we had nothing
to do with our present appearance."

	"Yes. I heard all about that." Teasdale continued. "And that's
really what this is all about."

	Joe looked at the man, obviously curious.

	"I want you to keep everything you see or hear, from this point on,
completely to yourselves." Teasdale said.

	"We have been approached by the Government to study the
phenomena that affected you, and we have had one immediate
request."

	Joe raised his head.

	"Request?"

	"Yes." Teasdale went on. "Tomorrow morning, you will be met at
the airport by someone, who's name I haven't been given, who you
will take back to Phoenix. He is our guest, and I want you to show
him every respect. I'm not sure what is going on exactly, but you
will be told when, and if, you need the information."

	"Why the hush-hush?" Joe asked.

	"I don't know, and I didn't ask." Teasdale said. "Right now, I'm
not even sure exactly which branch of the military we are working
with, or even if it is the military."

	"Interesting." Joe mused. "And when are we to meet this person?"

	"Be at the airport and have your plane ready to leave by eight AM
sharp." Teasdale ordered. "Your passenger will arrive sometime
after that. That's all I know. I'm sorry."

	"Is that all?" Joe asked.

	"That's about it, for the moment." Teasdale answered.

	"Just one question... " Teasdale asked, smiling.

	"Are you sure you were really guys before this happened.

	Joe looked at Tim, then back at Tom Teasdale.

	"We're sure." Joe responded coolly. "And I hope no one around
here ever forgets that."

	"Don't worry Joe, that's not going to happen." Teasdale said.
"Don't be so defensive. I was just asking a question."

	"No offense taken." Joe said, smiling. "I just want everybody to
remember that we didn't cause this to happen to us."

	"Have you been treated satisfactorily up to now?" Teasdale asked.

	"Yes sir." Tim chimed in.

	"Well, if you ever have a problem, just ring me up." Teasdale
offered.

	Joe was glad to hear him say that.

	"You can count on it." Joe replied.

	Joe offered to shake Teasdale's hand. The man looked at him, then
vigorously shook his hand, and turned to repeat the action with
Tim.

	They left Mr. Teasdale's office confident the man was indeed
interested in their welfare.

	But Joe wondered who was this "mystery person" they would be
transporting to Phoenix.

	As they drove to the hotel, Tim asked the question.

	"Who do you think we'll be bringing back to Arizona?" He asked.

	"I really haven't any idea." Joe admitted. "I don't think Mr.
Teasdale knew either."

	"Everything about this sure seems kind of Top Secret, or
something, don't it?" Tim continued.

	"It is a little weird." Joe agreed. "But it's hard to predict how
Uncle Sam might want to use this phenomena."

	"What do you think?" Tim wondered. "Do you think they might
change people for spy missions, or something like that?"

	"I can't imagine how something like that would be very practical."
Joe mused. "It would be more logical to use a natural born woman
than to change men into women."

	"I'll bet they've done dumber things than that." Tim considered.

	"I'm sure." Joe agreed. "But I can't imagine any guy volunteering
for this just to complete some government mission." He grinned at
the whole idea.

	"I can just see James Bond, the morning after the Cage, trying on
new clothes after going through the change." Tim said, smiling as
he remembered his own frightening transition.

	"I doubt if it will be anything like that." Joe said. "It's probably
going to be some bureaucrat, wanting to make sure we don't
somehow get lost in the tax system, or something like." Joe
laughed.

	"Yeah, That's probably what it is." Tim agreed. "Just some IRS
agent wanting to check up on all of us."

	"That's all we need." Joe said.

	"What time is it?" Tim asked, trying to read Joe's wristwatch.

	"It's only four." Joe said. "Kind of early for dinner."

	"Yeah. Let's check in and get out of these skirts." Tim ordered. "I
want these damn pantyhose off!"

	"But, you look so cute like that." Joe teased.

	"I'll look cute enough in shorts." Tim insisted. "You'll see."

	They arrived at the Radisson Plaza and a bellman helped take the
bags to the check-in counter.

	"Reservations for Honeybone." Joe told the man at the desk. "My
name is Joel Bates."

	The man typed something into the CRT in front of him. He looked
up and smiled at Joe.

	"Party of two, Ms. Bates?" He asked.

	"Yes." Joe responded. "This is my associate, Tim Werner."

	The man looked over at the young woman with the unusual name.

	"Your name is Tim?" He asked, looking at Tim.

	Tim looked up at the handsome young man, who he had been
about the same size as, before the transition.

	"I used to be a two-hundred pound guy." Tim told him, as if it was
a joke.

	"I see." The man answered, smiling, not understanding why such
an attractive young woman would even say such a thing.

	Tim was obviously irritated by the young man's condescending
attitude, but he let it slide, pretending to be more interested in
properly filling out the paperwork.

	When they were finished, the bellman asked them to follow him
and the cart full of their bags. They rode the elevator up two floors
and Joe was pleased to see that they had been assigned rooms next
to each other.

	The bellman helped each of them with the bags and then they were
alone again.

	Joe knocked on the connecting door.

	Tim quickly opened the lock on his side as Joe did the same. They
grinned impishly at each other when their eyes met.

	"Well, isn't this convenient?" Joe drawled slowly, as Tim entered
the room.

	"I never thought it was going to be like this." Tim agreed. "This is
really a nice place."

	Joe went over to his hang-up bag and pulled the zipper.

	"I thought you were in a hurry to get out of that skirt." Joe asked.
"Why's it still on?"

	Tim watched intently as Joe carefully removed the wool suit,
placing each piece on a hanger as he took it off. Soon Joe was
standing there, wearing only a slip, nylons, and little black bra.

	Tim continued to stare unabashedly.

	"Is there a problem?" Joe asked, realizing Tim had probably
reverted back to "male-mode". and didn't even realize he was
staring.

	"What? Oh, I'm sorry." Tim responded. "My God, you look
fantastic!"

	"And I'll bet you do too." Joe reminded the young man-woman.

	"Yeah. I better go change, I guess." Tim stammered.

	"Here are some hangers." Joe said, pointing at the closet. "Hang
your stuff right here for a while. We still have plenty of time before
dinner."

	Tim looked at the hangers, then down at his own short shirt.

	"Yeah... Yeah, I guess I could do that." Tim said awkwardly. Like
Joe, he was finding the situation highly stimulating, but also very
confusing.

	To Joe, Tim looked like a frightened young girl.

	"Tim, you can go to your room, if you'd rather." Joe offered. "You
don't have to do this, you know."

	"I want to, Joe." Tim insisted. "There's no time like the present."

	Tim removed his jacket, then slowly unbuttoned his blouse. Joe
saw he wore a light powder blue, shiny nylon or satin bra. It was
probably something he purchased just last night, since his other
underwear, most of it picked by his sister Becky, was not nearly as
sensuous looking. It fit the pert new curves of his chest like second
skin.

	Tim stood there, his blouse open in the front, looking at Joe, who
was, in turn, watching him.

	"You don't look like a LITTLE girl to me, Tim." Joe complimented.

	Tim kept his eyes on Joe's bra covered breasts.

	"And I don't feel like a girl either." Tim said, grinning with
embarrassment. "No matter how I look."

	Joe tucked his fingers in the waistband of the slip and pulled it off
his hips. He let it drop to the ground, then retrieved it as
provocatively as he knew how. He wanted to look as sexy as his
new shape would allow.

	His black panty was now visible beneath the pantyhose, and Joe
could see Tim was unable to take his eyes away. Removing the slip
had exposed all his charms, and Joe's reflection in the mirror even
impressed him.

	Joe slipped the pantyhose down, then sat on the bed to pull them
from his legs.

	Tim silently watched the show, which was partially staged for his
enjoyment anyway.

	"It's much cooler without the hose." Joe said softly, trying to
encourage Tim to undress.

	"I'm sorry." Tim blurted. "I guess I'm just so impressed with how
you look, that I'm sort of making a fool of myself."

	"I understand." Joe insisted. "But I can't wait to see what you
look like beneath those clothes either." He grinned.

	"OK... OK, I'll do it. I'll take it off." Tim decided. "But, I'm
scared to death."

	"Don't be scared." Joe insisted. "I certainly can't hurt you, that's
for sure."

	"Yeah... But... "

	"Take it slow." Joe ordered. "As slow as you want."

	"Don't worry, I will." Tim said. "Just what do you think we should
do?"

	"What ever you want to do." Joe said. "I'm yours for the
afternoon."

	"Such a deal." Tim said softly. "Like a dream come true, and I'm
stuck looking like this. How bizarre."

	"I don't look like I feel either." Joe reminded him. "Just let your
imagination run away."

	The joking seemed to loosen Tim up a bit, and he removed the
blouse and hung it on a hanger. He unhooked and unzipped his
skirt, then stepped out of it. He was wearing the tiniest half-slip
Joe had ever seen.

	"My God, that's a short slip." Joe commented.

	"Yeah, I know." Tim agreed. "But the sales girl said I needed it
with that skirt."

	"I guess you did, too." Joe considered. "I could practically see your
butt all the time."

	"Did you like it?" Tim purred, coyly looking over his shoulder from
the closet.

	"Uh huh." Joe admitted. "You do tend to make me think of
another time in my life." He grinned.

	Tim turned around. He looked at Joe and smiled.

	"It really is weird, isn't it?" He asked. "Here we are, two grown
guys, together in this hotel room, turning each other on, and
laughing about it."

	"Well, I don't know about me, but you sure don't look like a guy to
me." Joe said, watching Tim as he awkwardly pulled the little slip
off.

	"I guess I don't." Tim admitted. "But I sure feel like one when I
see you."

	As Tim slid the pantyhose off, Joe saw the matching light blue
nylon bikini underpants he was wearing. Even in a day or so, Tim's
body had further evolved, and from the rear he looked completely
like a female in her early teens. The only remaining trace of his
strong masculine shape was in his legs, which were perhaps a bit
longer than those of the average young woman. Joe knew his new
appearance caused Tim concern, but the metamorphosis had indeed
made him amazingly attractive. Joe felt familiar stirrings of lust as
he watched Tim moving around.

	Tim turned to face Joe. He shrugged his shoulders and flashed an
embarrassed smile.

	Joe noticed a dark wet spot that contrasted with the light blue
color of the panties. He pointed and grinned.

	"Did you have an accident, or are you just glad to see me?" Joe
teased. He knew exactly why the wetness was there.

	"God. Don't it feel weird to get turned on and end up with wet
pants?" Tim complained, massaging the wet little bulge of his sex.

	Joe smiled. He nodded knowingly.

	"Yeah, it is. I'm the same way." He admitted.

	"I never dreamed it was like this for a girl." Tim went on.
"Sometimes I feel so... sticky."

	Joe almost leered at soft contours only partially concealed by Tim's
glossy underwear.

	"You don't look sticky to me." Joe exclaimed. "You look good
enough to eat."

	Tim stared directly at Joe's breasts. His grin broadened. He placed
his palms at each side of his own bosom and pushed the soft
mounds together till they touched.

	"Can you believe this?" Tim asked. "These things are mine... They
grew right out of me!"

	"Yeah, I can believe it." Joe returned. "And I think its catching."
He pulled the shoulder straps of his bra, making his own chest
jiggle provocatively.

	Tim still kept his eyes on Joe's curves.

	"I really wish I was a guy again right now." Tim revealed. "I'd sure
like make it with you. I'm just so damn horny."

	"Just what would you like to do?" Joe asked, smiling provocatively,
at hearing Tim's candid comments.

	"Humph." Tim grunted. "I'm sure you know."

	Joe stepped back and sat on the bed. He leaned against the pillows
and purred.

	"Come on. Do anything you like." Joe offered. "Touch me... feel
me... Just don't take my underpants off, OK?"

	Tim looked at the attractive woman laying there, and considered
the offer.

	"But, just what can we do?" Tim asked.

	"I'm sure we can think of something." Joe said breathily. He
rubbed his palm over his own pubic area. The slick feel of the nylon
panty, covering the obviously feminine shape felt strangely erotic.
It made him feel horny too.

	"You really don't mind?" Tim asked. "I mean... What does that
make us? Are we lesbians, or something?"

	"Do you feel like a lesbian?" Joe breathed, continuing to run his
fingers over the narrow strip of cloth between his legs. It felt good,
and he knew it looked sexy as hell, too.

	"No, No I don't." Tim admitted. "I have no idea what a lesbian
feels like, but I'm sure it don't feel like this."

	"It don't feel like this either." Joe said. "Come, feel it."

	He reached out and grabbed Tim's hand and gently placed it on his
crotch. Tim reacted timidly, but kept his hand in place. Joe leaned
back further and closed his eyes and tried to look as if he was in
ecstasy. Tim began to move his fingers slowly, as if feeling the
texture of the cloth.

	"Does that really feel good?" Tim asked.

	"Of course." Joe said. In fact, it felt OK. Nothing special, but
interesting.

	"You're not even wet." Tim said matter-of-factly.

	"Not yet, but it's coming." Joe said through clenched teeth.

	Tim sat beside Joe on the bed. He began to massage Joe's pubic
area in earnest, concentrating just where he knew Joe's clitoris was
hiding.

	Joe placed his hand on Tim's left breast, immediately impressed by
how firm, yet soft it felt. He could feel the nipple harden instantly
to his touch.

	"Very nice." Joe said softly, trying to be sexy as a woman and a
man simultaneously. It wasn't easy, because Tim obviously knew
exactly where to stimulate Joe's new genitalia too. Joe instinctively
raised his hips to make access easier. At the same time, he slipped
his hand into Tim's bra.

	Tim looked into Joe's eyes and smiled knowingly.

	"You know, this is definitely weird, but fun." Tim said.

	"Don't stop!" Joe insisted. "You've gone this far. Don't stop now."

	Joe removed his hand and carefully unlatched the clasp between
Tim's breasts. When the little bra fell free, they both looked at
Tim's bare chest.

	Finally, Tim broke the silence.

	"What do you think?" He asked.

	"You look sexy as hell." Joe insisted.

	"And you don't?" Tim returned.

	"OK. I guess we both do." Joe conceded. "But you're body is so
young... So smooth."

	Tim rubbed Joe's crotch, exactly in the most sensitive spot.

	"You're not exactly the dirty old man." Tim teased.

	"Oh, yeah?" Joe responded. "If you could read my mind right
now... "

	Tim attempted to slip his fingers into the leg holes of Joe's panty.
Joe grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

	"Don't go in there... Not now anyway, OK?" Joe asked.

	"Remember the damn infection. I still need a few more days."

	"OK, OK." Tim agreed. "I'll keep my hands out of your pants, if I
can."

	Joe pulled the young woman to the bed. Tim was still fairly tall,
and though he had slightly outweighed Joe before the change, he
was thinner, lighter, and surely weaker now. That didn't make any
difference, cause Tim didn't resist at all. He let Joe lay his body
back on the bed and begin to fondle his breasts. In a few minutes,
Joe was massaging the softness of Tim's crotch. Tim was breathing
heavily, writhing to Joe's touch.

	Joe felt guilty manipulating Tim's almost adolescent curves. It was
hard to remember that, inside, this person was really twenty-one
years old. And male.

	Tim's breathing became more and more forced. It was clear he
would climax soon. Joe slid a finger under the delicate leg band of
the light blue panty and felt Tim's damp, soft, pubic hair. Tim
raised his pelvis as if to insist that Joe continue the intimate
fondling.

	Joe pulled at the waistband, sliding the panties over Tim's slim but
feminine hips. Soon, Joe was looking at the fine hair of a little
pubic mound.

	Tim had parted his knees wide enough to allow Joe complete access
to his sex, and Joe marveled at the youthful perfection of Tim's
changed body. His skin was soft as a baby's, with that thin layer of
fat that made a girl feel so different than a boy. His pubic hair had
become so soft and light, with a curious lack of the kinky curls of
men and most mature women. It was so sparse that it scarcely
concealed the swollen pink labia and Tim had carefully trimmed it
to a narrow triangle.

	Tim Werner may still think like a male, but his body looked to be
every bit that of a maturing, though adolescent, female. Joe was
mostly unaware of it, but a mushy scent of sex filled the room.

	Joe took his little finger and softly dragged it along the silky
swollen lips of Tim's sex. Tim moved his hips up, presenting his
pubic area to Joe's pleasing hand.

	"Oh... Oh... That feels so good!" Tim exclaimed with the girlish
voice he now had, often to his embarrassment.

	"You like that?" Joe teased.

	"Oh God... Do it again. Joe, do it more!" Tim insisted.

	Joe was quite eager to comply. He repeatedly slid his now wet
finger along Tim's cleft, making sure he touched what he figured
was Tim's clit. It was a little hard to tell for sure. Unlike Joe,
Tim's clitoris remained covered by a miniature hood of flesh, more
like other women Joe had seen. He didn't know why, but Tim's
vagina didn't look like his, or Mike's. Maybe he wasn't circumcised
as a male. Whatever, Joe knew he was very close to the spot, if not
right on it.

	Suddenly, Joe rolled over and straddled Tim's legs. He had never
seen Tim completely without clothes before the change, and it was
difficult to think of him as anything but female. He looked down at
the tiny strip of black nylon that concealed his own sex, and
suddenly wished for his penis back. Then, he could properly
introduce Tim to the new pleasures his body was capable of.

	But, much as he wanted that, reality said they were two women,
erotically pleasing to each other. Joe slid down, allowing access to
Tim's pubic area. He softly kissed around his clitoris, rubbing his
nose in the delicate hair. Tim instinctively moved his legs apart
further, exposing his sex even more. Joe kissed the swollen labia,
breathing in the sweet scent.

	He tasted Tim's sex with his tongue, and felt Tim tense his muscles
as he experienced the intense pleasure it caused. Tim's reaction
made Joe proceed faster, knowing what he was doing had to feel
exquisite.

	Tim never spoke. He moved to Joe's touch, moaning softly at
times, when the feeling was especially pleasant. Joe looked up, and
noticed that Tim was cupping his own breasts in his hands, gently
pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Tim was
probably exploring the differences in sensation that a feminized
body provided.

	"Oh... Oh... Oh... !" Tim exclaimed, as he tensed and raised his
hips. He was plainly experiencing orgasm.

	Joe knew that during climax, he now felt an overwhelming urge to
be filled... To have something inside the vagina to bear down on.
Joe gently spread Tim's labia and started to insert a finger, but
stopped when he saw Tim's hymen was still quite intact. It might
accept his finger, but it looked like a very tight stretch of thin
skin.
It greatly reduced the effective size of Tim's vaginal opening.

	Joe had not seen an intact hymen before, not even his own, which
had only existed for a couple of days, a victim of his own curiosity
and lust.

	Joe decided not to finger Tim's opening. He didn't want to take
Tim's physical sign of female virginity, even if Tim obviously
seemed ready to beg him to do it.

	Instead, Joe resumed the gentle licking. He placed his hands on
both sides of Tim's hips and raised them slightly. Tim seemed to
be in a state of constant orgasm, and moved his own hands from his
breasts to Joe's head. He began to simultaneously guide Joe's
tongue to where he wanted it, and gently stroke Joe's short hair.

	After no less than three body tensing climaxes, Tim was practically
exhausted. He pushed Joe's head away, and pulled Joe up to him.

	They nuzzled each other, and then Tim kissed Joe on his lips. They
embraced each other tightly, not as women, or men, but as two
persons with a common bond, who had just undergone a wonderful
erotic experience.

	It was certainly not love, but the intense feelings were clear.

	Joe looked into Tim's half-closed eyes, and smiled. Finally, he
spoke.

	"Well, what do you think?"

	"I... I... I never would have guessed any thing like that." Tim
gasped, still breathing deeply.

	"Not so bad, is it?" Joe continued.

	Tim smiled.

	"Not so bad." Tim repeated. "Yeah, it's not so bad. I ahh... I
explored... I touched myself before... I came, too... But not
anything like this. Constant explosions... The whole body...
There's nothing else like it."

	Joe placed his leg between Tim's thighs, and pressed his knee
against his genital area. He knew that felt pleasant for him, and he
wanted Tim to feel good too. Tim instinctively understood what
was happening, and began to rub his wet, aching pubis against Joe.
Tim placed his leg in the same position for Joe, and Joe
masturbated by rubbing his aching clitoris against Tim's knee.

	They lay facing each other, looking into the others eyes. A strange
combination of lust and bizarre humor overcame them at almost
the same time. Joe laughed openly and Tim joined him.

	"Can you believe this?" Tim asked. "Can you believe what were
doing?"

	"Kind of hard to accept, isn't it?" Joe agreed. "But still fun,
right?"

	Tim put out his hand and touched Joe's breast, running his finger
along the little design along the top edge of the bra cup.

	"Did you want me?" Tim asked. "Did you want to have sex with
me?

	"Sure." Joe replied. "If I could. Of course I would. Any guy would.
You're beautiful, remember."

	"Yeah, but I'd like to make it with you too, if it was possible." Tim
countered. "I guess I owe you what you just did for me. That was
dynamite!"

	"I'll take you up on that." Joe said, smiling. "But not till next
week anyway."

	Tim placed his hand on his crotch and moved three fingers between
his legs.

	"God, I'm wet." Tim announced. "Sex like this is sure messy."

	"Worth it?" Joe asked.

	Tim moved his hand, and inspected his wet fingers. He grinned.

	"If everything always feels this way, it just might be an acceptable
exchange." Tim considered.

	Joe dragged a finger gently along the side of Tim's breast. He
stopped at the firm little nipple, but kept his finger there.

	"It can be even better, I think." Joe said, acting mysterious.

	"Better than what?" Tim asked incredulously. "I never ever came
three times, that fast, the old way."

	"It's a whole new ball game." Joe declared. "You should try it with
a regular guy sometime."

	"I can hardly wait." Tim said. "If it's better than this... "

	"Are we going to lay here all afternoon, are can we go get
something to eat?" Joe asked.

	"I vote we stay here." Tim joked, laying back on the pillow, and
cupping his breasts in his hands.

	"You would." Joe teased. "But I'm getting hungry. We can
continue this later, if you want."

	"OK, later... Yeah." Tim said, rolling out of bed.

	Joe watched the young man/woman as he hopped out of bed and
bent down to retrieve his underwear from the floor. Tim started to
step into the panties, when he felt his crotch.

	"I guess I better wash this stuff off." He considered. "I'm really
kinda sticky and slimy."

	"And pretty as hell." Joe blurted. Tim looked so perfect standing
in the late afternoon light streaming through the partially
curtained window.

	Tim looked at Joe and began a clumsy pirouette, holding his arms
out, the little bra in one hand, the panty in the other. His engorged
labia was very noticeable, hardly concealed at all by the tiny patch
of sparse blonde pubic hair.

	His body was now that of a young Lolita, and he was just
beginning to appreciate just how responsive it really was. He could
see the lust in Joe's eyes.

	"I think I better take a shower." Tim almost sang as he acted like a
naked ballerina.

	"Good idea." Joe agreed. "Try the hand wand, too. I think you'll
like that."

	Tim began to walk to his room.

	"I'll get the clothes later." He called from the open door.

	Joe got up and went to where his hang-up bag was hanging. He
unzipped it and began searching for something to wear. He selected
a dark blue silk T-shirt top and some fitted slacks. He liked
wearing pants, it felt almost like old times.

	When he finished dressing, Joe brushed his hair, and touched up
the light makeup he wore.

	Joe looked in the mirror. A young, attractive woman smiled back.
His short hair didn't look too bad, now that he was beginning to
accept the finer features his face had acquired. It was still
impossible to think of himself as a real woman, however.

	He was grabbed a little clutch bag he now used instead of a wallet
and went into Tim's room. Tim was in the shower. He had left the
door open, and Joe could see his outline behind the steamed glass
in the mirror on the door.

	Tim's small suitcase lay open on the bed. He had removed some of
the clothes items and placed them on the bed. The wadded up blue
bra and panty lay on the bed too. Joe picked up the little panty
and inspected it. The tiny crotch band was still wet, and the inner
cotton lining had a narrow white streak of discharge stain.

	Just like a 'real' girl, Joe thought.

	The shower stopped and in a moment Tim slid the door open to
step out. He didn't notice Joe, but grabbed the towel and began to
dry himself. Joe watched as Tim carefully inspected his soft form
as he dried, then reentered the main room.

	"Oh... Hi!" Tim said. "You scared me."

	"I'm sorry." Joe apologized. "But I was ready, and I thought I'd
come over here."

	"Sure." Tim said, not self conscious about his nakedness. "I'll only
be a minute."

	Joe went to the chair by the little desk and sat down. He watched
as Tim looked at his old underwear, then selected clean things.

	He first slipped on some plain white cotton bikini's. Joe wondered
if Tim or his sister Becky picked them out. They were plain, but
looked comfortably sensual on Tim's lithe, young form.

	He next selected a white bra, matching the panties in simplicity.

	Tim glanced up and realized Joe was watching intently.

	"Something wrong?" He asked.

	"Not at all." Joe responded. "I just like to look, if you don't mind."

	"Not if you don't mind me staring at you too." Tim answered. "I
guess we're both horny men, stuck in girls bodies."

	"Yeah, I guess that's it." Joe agreed.

	Tim next chose a white cotton top, with denim jeans. He looked
even younger than a few moments ago. But still very sexy.

	"Are you ready?" Tim asked, digging a little handbag out from the
suitcase.

	"Yeah." Joe answered. "I guess we can boogie."

	They left the room and went down the three flights to the ground
floor. As they left the hotel, Joe looked at his sexy friend. They
both looked young, but Tim's teenage appearance made Joe look a
little older, sort of like an older sister.

	"If anybody asks, why don't we be sisters, for tonight?" Joe offered.

	"Who's going to ask?" Tim retorted.

	"Oh, I don't know." Joe continued. "I mean... We are two cute
young women, out on the town, who knows what guy might... "

	"I'd be scared to death." Tim interjected. "I wouldn't know how to
react to anything like that."

	"You're going to have to learn." Joe said. "You can't stay locked in
your room all the time, and trust me, guy's are going to notice
you." Joe said.

	"I'll worry about it when it happens." Tim said. "Until then, I'm
going to keep to myself."

	"Uh huh." Joe declared. "And you just wore that little skirt that let
your butt hang out because you couldn't get anything else, right?"

	"I bought it because I liked it." Tim countered. "I wore it cause I
liked how I looked in it. I didn't ask to be this way, but I might as
well try to enjoy it, don't you agree?"

	"Sure." Joe admitted. "And that's why you will probably want to
fool around with a guy too, eventually. To try IT out."

	"And I'll decide when that happens, if it ever does." Tim snapped
back.

	"Good luck, pal." Joe added. "Cause it's gonna happen. I can tell."

	"How do you know that?" Tim asked.

	Joe grinned.

	"You're too curious... You like it all too much... You want to know
what it's like as much as I did."

	Tim stopped walking and looked at Joe.

	"Yeah, I am curious." He said, smiling. "But I don't think I'm
ready to jump in bed with a guy."

	"Uh huh." Joe said.

	They walked along the downtown sidewalks till they arrived at a
steakhouse Joe had been to before. They went inside and found
there was no wait, and were seated almost immediately. Joe noticed
that the waiter couldn't take his eyes off Tim, and had a habit of
staring at their breasts as they were talking to him. Joe was almost
ready to say. "I'm up here, you know."

	They devoured the steaks and in only an hour and a half, they were
finished. They had ordered a carafe of wine, and Joe could feel the
warming effects. It didn't take much alcohol to have an effect
anymore.

	"I may be smaller and lighter, but I still can do serious damage to a
Kansas City Strip." Tim announced.

	"And if you eat like that very often, your butts not going to fit
inside the 421." Joe warned him.

	"I thought you said my butt was sorta cute." Tim said, grinning.
The wine had made him happier, and more relaxed, too.

	"Yeah, it is now." Joe went on. "But if you eat like that, you can
give that little mini-skirt to Becky." Joe said. "It won't fit you
anymore."

	"You do like how my butt looks now, don't you, Joe?" Tim asked.

	"Sure." Joe said. "It's about perfect, I think."

	"Ain't that weird?" Tim asked. "Not even two weeks ago... I had a
normal butt... A guy's butt... A little hairy... Tight enough, I
guess. But now... Damn... I never thought my butt could get like it
this. It's so soft... You felt it, ain't it soft?"

	"Yeah, it's soft all right." Joe agreed.

	"Yeah... I can't believe how soft it is... And so smooth...
Absolutely no hair. I still have some hair on my legs. Becky showed
me how to shave 'em, so they look pretty good, but my butt is
absolutely smooth."

	"It looks pretty good." Joe admitted.

	"I hardly have hair anywhere, anymore." Tim went on, obviously
feeling the wine. "Just my head... And my... Joe, you've seen it,
what do you think?"

	"I'm impressed." Joe told him. "And I think we better not finish
off this wine, don't you?"

	"Yeah, I guess so." Tim admitted. "I sure can't take it like before,
that's for sure."

	"Want some coffee?" Joe asked.

	"Naa." Tim snapped. "I hate the stuff, except a little in the
morning. And I'm going to need to pee pretty soon."

	"Can you wait till we get back to the Radisson?" Joe asked. He
didn't know what condition his friend was really in, and he didn't
want him walking around unescorted.

	"Hell, I made it from Sioux City to Minneapolis, so I think I can
last that long." Tim joked.

	Joe called the waiter, and paid the tab, then they left the
restaurant. Tim had no trouble walking, and apparently he wasn't
as tipsy as Joe feared. The wine had just loosened his tongue.

	As they walked along the street in the evening light, Tim
maintained a continuous banter.

	"Walking is so different now, don't you think?" He asked. "I can
feel my boobs with every step. It don't hurt, or anything, but I can
sure feel 'em. Can you?"

	"Yeah." Joe admitted. "I can. I kind of like it too, I guess."

	"Me too." Tim continued. "It's kinda fun having boobs. At first, I
hated 'em, but now that I've kinda got used to 'em, I accept 'em.

	"It's a good thing, too, I suppose." Joe considered. "Because we
sure are stuck with 'em."

	"Yeah, we are, aren't we." Tim agreed. "Yours are really nice, too.
I guess mine are pretty good... I mean, they're a little smaller than
yours, I guess, maybe, but I like 'em." He rubbed his left hand
across his bosom.

	"Yours are awful good." Joe complimented. They look sexy, like a
young girl's."

	"Yeah. I think so too." Tim said. "I just hope they don't get too
much smaller. I kinda like 'em, but I think they're getting smaller."

	"You really think so?" Joe asked.

	"I don't know for sure." Tim said, lowering his little girl voice.
"But I think they might be. Just like my hair... Down there."

	"But, you trimmed that, didn't you?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah. Sure. I did. But I still think it's getting thinner anyway."
Tim said softly. "Hell, you saw it, I barely have any there
anymore."

	"You are getting a little thin." Joe admitted, grinning.

	"Do you think I look sexy?" Tim blurted. "For a girl, I mean?"

	Joe looked at the young man-woman.

	"If I still had a penis this afternoon, you'd be needing to worry
about being pregnant right now." Joe informed him.

	"I would have let you do it too, you know that?" Tim revealed.

	"I think I could have had you." Joe agreed.

	"I had no idea it felt like that." Tim said. "You had me in the palm
of your hand."

	"Just remember that when you mess around with a regular guy."
Joe warned. "I may still know where the target is, but they still got
a gun barrel long enough to hit it."

	"Joe." Tim asked.

	"Yeah, Tim?" Joe returned.

	"Joe, if tomorrow they said they found the method... The way... To
get you back. To make you look male again... " Tim stammered.

	"Yeah?" Joe said.

	"Would you? Would you want to do it? To change back?" Tim
continued. "I mean, if they could make everything like it was...
Same size... Muscles... Penis... Everything. Would you still want to
do it?"

	"Hmmm... Everything like it used to be... " Joe considered. He idly
rubbed his palm over the silky softness of his breast as he thought.

	"I'd sure miss some of this, that's for sure." Joe admitted. "I guess
I'd really have to think about it for a while."

	"Yeah... A week ago it would have been easy." Tim agreed. "But
now... I don't know what it is... Maybe I'm getting to used to all
this or something."

	"I'd miss the clothes." Joe mused. "I never even thought much
about stuff like that before, but now... It's all so different."

	"Me and Becky have become so much closer... " Tim thought out
loud. "I don't know what she'd do if I came home with my old
body back."

	"It would sure help the relationship between Linda and me." Joe
considered. "She accepts what happened, I guess, but obviously, it
isn't the same anymore."

	"Well, before, I went back, I think I'd want to make it with a guy
first." Tim announced.

	"Oh, Yeah?" Joe laughed. "I thought you didn't want to do that."

	"I didn't say that, exactly." Tim corrected. "I mean... What we did
this afternoon, how it felt... I didn't know the feelings could get so
powerful."

	"Uh huh." Joe agreed. "If real women feel like this, then I've
underestimated the power sex has over them."

	"Yeah. I always thought they didn't get that much out of it, and
just let guys do it because they loved them, or something. Was I
wrong!" Tim said.

	"Oh, I think they do love us... er... them. Don't you?" Joe offered.

	"Probably." Tim agreed. "But sex for pleasure is definitely a
possibility."

	"Yeah." Joe agreed.

	"Joe." Tim asked.

	"Yeah." Joe returned.

	"Joe, if you can change back, would you do me a favor?" Tim
continued.

	"Probably." Joe answered. "What do you want?"

	"If we can change back... If we ever do... And you change first,
could we have sex before I change back?" Tim asked carefully.

	Joe stopped walking, and looked at Tim.

	"You want me to screw you?" Joe asked.

	"Well... Yeah. I guess I do." Tim said. "I really want to know what
it all feels like this way."

	"My God." Joe declared. "You don't need me for that. There are a
million regular guys who would die to get into your pants right
now."

	"But I don't want to do that kind of stuff with a regular guy." Tim
insisted. "You understand how I feel... You know what it's like... "

	"OK... OK... If we ever get to change back, I'll do it first, and then
have sex with you." Joe promised. "It'll be a lot of work, but I'll
force myself."

	"In the mean time, you can do what you did this afternoon, again
tonight." Tim said, smiling demurely.

	"You liked that, huh?" Joe asked.

	"Didn't you?" Tim retorted.

	"Well, you are awful soft, and smooth... " Joe admitted.

	"I owe it all to Oil of Olay." Tim mocked, emphasizing his body's
new shape.

	"Right." Joe agreed. "And radio frequency cell damage."

	"Isn't science wonderful?" Tim teased, running his palms along the
curvature of his hips.

	"Uh huh." Joe agreed. "And if you keep eating so much, you're
going to know what a big butt feels like, too." Joe warned him.

	They neared the entrance to the Radisson. Joe took the lead.

	"It's still pretty early." Joe announced. "How about we go down to
the workout room for an hour or so?"

	Tim considered it.

	"Sure." He decided. "Why not? I bought some more new workout
clothes, I guess I need to try 'em on."

	"Everything seems to somehow revolve around clothes now." Joe
observed.

	"Getting dressed has become a lot more interesting, don't you
agree?" Tim countered.

	"Yeah, sure... But there's a lot more to this than playing dress-up."
Joe added.

	"But it is a lot of fun." Tim insisted. "And it's even more
interesting to get undressed." He laughed.

	"Let's change and use the Nautilus machines for a half-hour or so."
Joe suggested. "We can try the pool too, if you want."

	"Will there be any guys there?" Tim asked.

	"Hell, I don't have any idea." Joe answered. "There might be."

	"I don't know... " Tim countered.

	"Aw, come on." Joe insisted. "No body can possibly tell we ain't
real women. If there are any guys there, they'll be the one's who
get worked up."

	They went up the elevator to the rooms. They both entered Joe's
room, and Tim went straight to his own side. He came back a few
seconds later with a purple leotard, and a tiny crop top.

	"Can you believe I'm going to wear this?" Tim asked, holding up
the tiny outfit made of stretch fabric.

	"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it." Joe decided.

Article 81853 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates ( ch 53 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:40:55 GMT

			      Chapter 53

	Joe went to his hang-up bag and pulled the folded gym bag from
the bottom. He found his Reebok's, socks, and workout clothes. Of
two leotards in the bag, Joe chose the royal blue, his favorite. He
also took white capri length pants. They fit his new shape
perfectly, and he liked the way he looked in them. Remembering
the need for support, Joe unzipped the pouch containing his
underwear and pulled out his Jogbra and matching underpants.

	Joe decided to dress in his room rather than take the things to the
dressing room in the basement. It was only a few feet to the
elevator, and then he wouldn't need to take anything but a towel
with him.

	There was a large mirror on the open bathroom door, and Joe eyed
it as he removed his clothes to change. Whenever he saw himself
naked since the change, his initial reaction was always that of awe,
as if he couldn't possibly really look like this. From the thinner
lines of his face, the narrower, less muscular shoulders, the soft,
jiggling breasts, noticeably widening hips, and of course, the little
patch of pubic hair, with no penis or testicles showing, he had
undergone a change from a normal looking male to normal (in
appearance at least) woman. The extreme contrast in his image
was still hard to live with, no matter how accepting he tried to be.

	Joe tossed the black bra and panty on the bed and picked up the
stretchy feeling cotton/lycra exercise panty. It was a soft white and
fit his shape snugly. He pulled the Jogbra over his head and
adjusted it around the softness of his chest. It was designed to be
very supportive and pressed his breasts closely to his body. The
absorbent cotton material was not quite thick enough to hide the
little bumps of his sensitive, erect nipples, and Joe rubbed his palm
across his chest just to feel them. It always made him feel weird in
only a bra and panty, but he actually enjoyed the curvy sleekness
his body had acquired.

	Time to cover everything up, Joe thought to himself, staring at the
reflection in the mirror. He smiled at the young woman and she
smiled back provocatively. Her short hair didn't look as out of
place with exercise clothes, and Joe went to the bed to get the capri
style leggings and pulled them over his hips. Then he held up the
contrasting leotard. It looked so tiny, but it was very stretchy and
Joe knew it fit perfectly. He stepped into the leg holes, then pulled
the straps over his shoulders.

	Women's exercise clothing was just so different than guy's, Joe
thought. Unlike a loose fitting sweatshirt and baggy gym pants,
this stuff did nothing to conceal his new shape. Sure, plenty of
women wore loose fitting stuff too, but when your body looked like
this... Joe was quite pleased with his appearance.

	He was ready to go, and he placed a the largest towel in the
bathroom in his gym bag, then went over to Tim's room.

	Tim was almost ready. He wore white pants, and a light blue
leotard. It was a perfect color combination for his skin and hair. He
looked cute as a button, though he would probably have taken
offense if you said that in front of him.

	Tim was inspecting himself in the mirror and looked embarrassed
when Joe came into the room.

	"Don't you think I look like a little kid?" He asked, standing
sideways and intentionally sticking his chest out.

	"A young woman." Joe complimented. You look like a young
woman."

	Tim eyed Joe critically.

	"You've developed more in the hips than I have." Tim lamented.
"My butt is smaller now than before the change, I think."

	"Nobody will confuse you for a guy." Joe advised. "And I bet you'll
be glad for that tiny ass soon enough."

	"You look great." Tim complimented. "As usual, of course."

	"So do you." Joe returned. "It will be interesting to see if there any
guys in the nautilus room."

	"God, I hope not." Tim worried. "It's hard enough to leave my
room with stuff like this on, much less strain and grunt in front of a
regular guy."

	"They'd love it, though." Joe teased. "And I can't wait to see you
strain and grunt myself."

	"Humph!" Tim retorted, picking up a pair of loose fitting gym
shorts, and stepping into them.

	"What, no little butt to look at?" Joe teased.

	"Look at yourself, if that's what you want." Tim retorted. "I feel
exposed enough as it is."

	"Take a towel." Joe ordered. "It's about time we get going."

	"I didn't bring a gym bag." Tim said. "Can you stick one for me in
your bag?"

	"Sure." Joe agreed. He took the large towel Tim gathered from the
bathroom.

	They walked to the elevator and pressed 'B'. In a few seconds, the
door opened, and they were on the lower level, with parking and
the work-out, pool, and sauna.

	As the entered the Nautilus area, Joe saw there were two men
there. One was perhaps fifty or so, and was sweating away on the
exercycle. The other guy was younger, quite handsome, and in very
good shape. He continued to operate the chest curl as he eyed the
two young women who just entered.

	It was always interesting to observe how his new appearance
affected any males present. The guy on the exercise bike was
obviously nearing fatigue, but he too kept an eye on the women.

	Joe put his bag in the corner and tried to decide where to start.
The room smelled like sweaty men, and Joe realized it had been a
while since he had experienced those odors. The women's dressing
rooms certainly didn't smell like that. He didn't know why, for
sure. After all, females certainly did sweat, at least his changed
body did. Why the different smell for guys?

	Joe sat took a seat in the leg lift machine and attempted to use the
setting it already had. Although he might have operated it easily
before, now he could barely move it at all with great effort. Tim
stood aside and when Joe lowered the weights, he reduced the
setting by two weights.

	The young guy continued to watch them intently. When his eyes
met Joe's, he smiled. Joe smiled back shyly, then continued to
operate the nautilus machine.

	Joe and Tim took turns on the same machines, always aware that
the young guy never took his eyes off them.

	After about ten minutes, the older guy finally had enough and
smiled a good-bye and left.

	When Tim and Joe were using the machine next to the guy, he
finally broke the silence.

	"You two are pretty intense." He exclaimed. "You really get into it,
don't you?"

	Joe looked at the man's damp sweatshirt. He had obviously been
exerting himself too.

	"I don't think you've been holding back any." Joe said.

	"Humph!" The young man exclaimed. "I try to work out every day,
and I guess I'm about reaching an age where it's starting to get a
little more difficult to keep the flab off. You women have it so
easy."

	"You seem to be doing all right." Joe complimented.

	"Thanks." The man said.

	"Where you from?" Joe asked. He couldn't help trying to make
small talk with this hunky looking guy.

	"Oh, lots of places, I guess." The man replied, smiling. "I'm just
here on business."

	"Me too." Joe offered. "Just here for the night."

	The young man didn't reply. He just smiled again, and watched as
Joe strained against the weight.

	"Do you work out much?" the man asked, obviously curious as to
why Joe continuously wanted to lift much more than he was
physically able to."

	"Not enough, obviously." Joe admitted. I guess I used to be in
better shape."

	The man smiled, but said nothing. He watched with interest as
Tim now took the machine and struggled valiantly with the weights
at Joe's setting. He caught Joe's eye.

	"Your daughter, or sister?" He asked innocently.

	Joe looked at the man. What should they reveal? He decided to go
with they had decided in the room.

	"My little sister." Joe lied. "Follows me everywhere I go."

	"She'll have a lots of boys following her before long, I'm afraid."
The man commented, never removing his eyes from Tim's soft
curves.

	Tim looked up when he heard the comment, and he rolled his eyes
back.

	Joe looked at him and winked.

	"Yeah... She is turning into quite the young lady, isn't she." Joe
agreed.

	Joe watched the man's eyes as he watched Tim strain against the
machine. Tim didn't realize the man was paying him so much
attention since from his seat he could only see him by turning his
head far to the side. Tim's young body looked so supple, so... so
good, Joe understood the attraction. Indeed, he felt it too.

	When Tim completed his sets, it was again Joe's turn. He selected
the butterfly, the next machine up, and maneuvered himself into
position.

	He knew the guy would probably be watching him too, so he tried
his best to look nonchalant, and attempted to downplay just how
difficult it had become. He was still learning just how much the
change had affected his strength. He tended to underestimate how
much weaker his arms and shoulders had become.

	The embarrassment made his face red.

	They continued to work out, with the young man unashamedly
staring as they strained, and each of them stealing glances when
they thought they might get away with it.

	Joe wasn't sure, but he guessed he might have felt familiar (sort of)
stirrings of lust as he stared at the guy's muscles from the rear. If
his brain wasn't quite ready to think he was female, Joe's body
knew no such limitations. He had to resist the urge to tough
himself. His hypersensitive clit had developed a microscopic boner,
and he hoped the inevitable wetness that accompanied that
wouldn't show.

	As he turned away to watch Tim, Joe wondered if the young
man/woman was experiencing the same sensation.

	"Well, I believe I've completed my regimen, ladies." The young
man announced as he wiped his forehead with a towel. "I thank
you both for your excellent company."

	With that he stood and walked to the door. He turned, waved,
then disappeared down the hall.

	"What did you think of that guy?" Tim asked when he knew the
man was out of range.

	"I guess he's what some women might call a hunk." Joe said as he
inspected for moisture between his legs.

	"I really must be turning into a girl." Tim decided. "Cause I think
that guy was giving me a hard-on."

	Joe grinned and shook his head in agreement.

	"Weird, ain't it." Joe asked, running his hand between his legs.
"How something that looks so different, can feel so much like it
used to."

	"I swear, I wanted to touch myself to be sure everything hadn't
grown back." Tim agreed. "But then, my balls never did sweat this
much." He grinned.

	"Yeah... I know... " Joe admitted. "I guess it's the same for all of us
now."

	"Part of being a woman, I suppose." Tim mused. "I never would
have guessed it could be so messy though."

	"That's why there are so many of those panty liner adds on TV, I
guess." Joe added, laughing.

	"Oh well, maybe everything will seem natural in a little while."
Tim considered, as he strained against the leg lift machine. "It does
seem to get easier each day."

	"Uh huh... But I think I can wait to get a period." Joe said as he
took his turn. "The idea of blood coming out down there... "

	"Yeah... The concept don't seem so bad for real women, but not for
me." Tim agreed.

	Joe again touched the softness between his legs. He started working
the machine.

	"Some of this really isn't so bad, I guess." He concluded. "But I
don't know what the long-term repercussions of living like this will
be."

	"What do you mean by that?" Tim asked.

	"Have you ever considered growing old like this? You worry so
much about turning into a little girl... Have you considered what it
will be like as an old woman?" Joe said.

	"Yeah... I guess I have always considered this to be temporary."
Tim replied, as he watched Joe with great interest. "I still prefer to
think of myself as a guy, no matter what I look like."

	"I do too, most of the time." Joe conceded. "I just can't accept
that this might be how I'm gonna be for the rest of my life." He
laughed. "It's a lot easier if I think of it as some kind of
experiment... One that will eventually end some day soon."

	"Damn Joe... Some experiment." Tim exclaimed. "Our bodies turn
female, and we change our permanent records to show us as women.
Some experiment."

	"It does sound kind of permanent, don't it." Joe admitted. "But I
still feel that way."

	"Maybe we all do." Tim considered. "It's kind of hard to accept
that maybe we're really going to stay like this."

	Joe crawled out of the machine, then lifted his knees to his chest
one at a time.

	"If I ever do change back, I'll sure miss all this flexibility." He
grinned.

	"I think my joints are made of rubber." Tim said. "But that's only
one of the things I'd miss."

	Joe watched as Tim began the next set. The young man/woman
looked so sexy as he strained to pull the levers down. Even with the
exercise bra, the rounded firmness of his chest was very defined
when his arms stretched over his head.

	"Damn it Tim, you just look so fantastic." Joe blurted.

	"Better than that guy who just left?" Tim asked.

	"Different, that's for sure." Joe said, grinning. "He was a probably
a bit stronger than you."

	Tim looked carefully into Joe's eyes.

	"Did that guy turn you on too?" Tim asked.

	"Turn me on?"

	"You know... Those muscles, that body... I know you saw it."

	"Sure. He did." Joe admitted. "I can't help it. Neither can you.
It's these damn hormones or something, I guess."

	"Yeah, I guess it is." Tim agreed. "I feel the same... But women...
Am I a... a lesbian now, or what?"

	"Hmmm... Considering our background, I think it has to be more
than that." Joe mused. "How can we forget twenty or thirty years
of being guys?

	"Sometimes I wonder... Will I forget what it's like to be a guy? To
have a penis? To not have these?" Tim asked, as he teasingly
squeezed his own breasts. He knew that excited Joe.

	"Maybe it would be for the best." Joe considered. This swinging
both ways is just too difficult."

	"Yeah, I saw you looking at that guy." Tim teased. "You were
ready to jump on him."

	"Didn't you think he looked good?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, sure, I guess." Tim said. "But you couldn't keep your eyes
off him."

	"Wait till you make it with a guy some day." Joe said. "Then let's
see how you take it."

	"You'd sleep with him?" Tim asked.

	"Well, I admit I don't mind imagining it." Joe admitted.

	"Hmmm... I guess I am curious... I mean, it would be sort of
interesting to know what it would feel like... " Tim conceded. "But
sex with a guy... "

	"Come on, I could see he was turning you on... " Joe broke in.

	"Yeah... But I'm not ready to go that far." Tim said.

	"You will... One of these days... " Joe said.

	They finished with the last machine. Tim got his towel and wiped
away the perspiration.

	"What now?" Tim asked.

	"Want to swim?" Joe asked.

	"Really?" Tim responded.

	"Yeah... Sure." Joe answered.

	"Well then... No. No, I don't." Tim replied.

	"Tired?"

	"Yeah... Why not? I've been working my butt off." Tim blurted.
"This stuff is really hard this way."

	"You look awful cute all sweaty like that." Joe teased.

	"Let's go take a shower." Tim said. "I think I want to try that
massager again." He grinned.

	"Good idea." Joe agreed. "Maybe I'll help you with it."

	"You devil!" Tim said, his voice sounding especially girlish.

	They gathered their things and walked to the elevator. As they
rode the short trip, Joe spoke.

	"Who says girls don't sweat?" Joe remarked, eying the front of his
leotard, which had the sweaty outline of his bra.

	"A shower will feel good." Tim agreed.

	"Really good, I hope." Joe teased.

	They went to Joe's room. Tim began to enter his own room
through the interconnecting door, but stopped.

	"Should I stay over here?" he asked.

	"Do you want to?" Joe countered.

	"Only if you want me to." Tim returned.

	"You know, you're even beginning to sound like a girl." Joe teased.

	"And you like that, don't you?" Tim said coyly.

	"I'd like it if you'd stay here tonight." Joe admitted.

	"And I'd like to do that, I think." Tim said carefully.

	Joe stared at Tim, looking so attractive standing there in his
sweaty exercise clothes. He was hit by a powerful urge to throw
Tim on the bed and make love with the strangely erotic creature he
had become.

	If only it were physically possible.

	"Joe?" Tim said softly. "Joe?"

	"Yeah... Yeah, what?" Joe blurted.

	"You were staring... Like you were looking right through me... "

	Joe chuckled.

	"Oh, I see you all right." He said. "God, DO I see you."

	"You want to shower together?" Tim asked smiling. "Just the two
of us?"

	"Yeah... Sure, if you do." Joe admitted.

	"It might be fun, I guess." Tim said. "And what can it hurt, right?"

	"Yeah... What can it hurt." Joe repeated.

	With that, they walked slowly to the bathroom. Joe slid the
curtain away and started the water running. Tim watched him for
a moment, then began to slip out of his clothes. Joe turned around
to watch.

	"Do you really like the way I look?" Tim asked as he pulled the
leotard from his hips.

	"Of course I do." Joe said. "You're absolutely beautiful, Tim."

	"You don't think I just look like a little kid?"

	"Are you kidding?" Joe retorted. "Hey, I know how old you are... I
know what you really are... And I still can hardly keep my hands
off you."

	"You really want me?" Tim continued. "You want me the way a
guy wants a woman?"

	"Oh God, do I!" Joe admitted.

	"What if I say I feel the same way about you?" Tim went on. "I
think of you as a woman too."

	"I guess that's the way it has to be." Joe concluded. "We both
have past life experiences working here."

	Tim slipped his bra over his head. He dropped it on the floor and
looked down at his breasts. He glanced up and realized Joe was
staring at him.

	"Weird, huh?" Tim said. "Are we freaks of nature, or what?"

	"I don't know what we are." Joe said "But we're not freaks, that's
for sure."

	"Look at me Joe. Look at these... " Tim ordered. "How many guys
look like this?"

	Joe snickered.

	"Well... Me... Mike... Dave... Norm... "

	"Cut it out!" Tim insisted. "I mean other guys, not us."

	"We can't help what happened to us." Joe countered. "We
certainly didn't plan this."

	"And what are we supposed to do about it?" Tim asked.

	"What can we do about it, other than try to live with it?" Joe
asked.

	"Joe, Do you feel like a woman, or a man?" Tim asked suddenly.

	"When? Right now?" Joe countered.

	"Yeah... Now... Any time."

	"Right now, watching you undress, a guy, I guess." Joe stammered.

	"You sure don't look much like a guy."

	"I guess I don't."

	"You don't."

	"OK." Joe responded.

	"You look like a woman... A very sexy, very pretty, woman." Tim
went on.

	"I guess maybe I might... sure." Joe conceded.

	Tim slowly pulled his panties down. He ran his fingers seductively
over the light hair on his crotch, smiling provocatively.

	"Feels funny don't it?" Tim asked. "Everything's still here, and
yet, it's not."

	"Just a little different, that's all." Joe said, smiling.

	Tim gazed down at his torso, then bent over to inspect his crotch.
He placed his fingers along the sides of his clitoris, spreading his
genital lips slightly. He looked back at Joe.

	"Yeah... I guess it is a little different all right." Tim laughed.

	"You know... I mean... " Joe stammered. He knew what he meant
to say, but the sight of Tim touching himself made it hard to
concentrate.

	"Come on Joe... " Tim interrupted. "I want to look at you, too."

	Joe began to remove his clothes. Tim felt the spray to check the
temperature, but kept his eyes on Joe as he undressed.

	Soon they were both nude. They eyed each other with mutual lust.
Joe stepped into the tub and adjusted the spray, which had been
getting all over the floor.

	"Have you tried this thing?" Joe asked.

	"I used it while ago." Tim answered innocently. "It is kind of
refreshing."

	Joe aimed the spray at Tim's pubic area, But Tim instinctively
deflected the spray with his hands.

	"You sure you tried it?" Joe asked again.

	"What are you talking about?" Tim asked.

	"Just stand there, and close your eyes." Joe ordered. "Put your
hands over your boobs."

	Tim did as he was ordered. He kept his eyelids closed and his hands
on his chest. Joe carefully aimed the spray between Tim's legs
again.

	"Whoa... Oh God, Joe... Ohh!" Tim moaned.

	"Good, huh?" Joe asked.

	"Oh my God... " Was all Tim could say.

	"I thought maybe you'd like it." Joe continued. "When I first
discovered this thing, I must have used fifty gallons of water."

	Tim wasn't listening. He was completely overcome by the intensity
of sensation the spray provided.

	"Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh, shit it's happening!" Tim cried out. In only a
minute, he was wracked by the throes of orgasm.

	Joe watched as Tim anxiously felt his breasts, and then gently
fingered his throbbing clit. He opened his eyes and looked into
Joe's.

	"That thing should be illegal." Tim finally said, grinning.

	"Pretty good, I know." Joe agreed.

	They stood there in the warm spray, looking longingly into each
others eyes. Finally, Tim kissed Joe on the lips. They embraced,
feeling the softness of each others backs and the sensation of bare
breasts rubbing together. Soon they were touching... inspecting...
fondling... Letting curiosity and lust overtake them completely.

	Suddenly, Joe felt Tim's wet fingers at his genitals. Softly. Not the
way Jay did. More like how Linda touched him. Like someone who
knew the exquisite sensation of a light touch. Like a woman.

	He moved his knees apart a bit more, allowing Tim free access.
Tim didn't rush it. He kept running one finger along the inner lips.
Circling, but not quite touching the nub of flesh that was Joe's
clitoris. It felt fantastic. Soon Joe felt his sex lips begin to
bloom,
like a flower. Tim continued the gentle stroking, going a little
deeper into the genital slit each time. Joe began to move his hips in
synch with Tim's touch. Not because he wanted to, the reaction
was totally beyond his control.

	When Tim placed a second finger into Joe's vaginal opening, Joe
raised his hips and kept them up, as if to keep Tim's fingers inside.
He squeezed his muscles, knowing Tim could feel it, and that doing
so would also result in a pleasurable sensation for him.

	"I want you, Joe." Tim said softly. "I want to make love to you so
much."

	"Yeah... " Joe breathed. "I want you too."

	"If only we weren't both like this." Tim lamented. "If only I could
have my old body back, even if only for an hour or so."

	"Ohh... Yeah, I'd agree to that right now." Joe said, almost under
his breath. He aggressively pressed his crotch against Tim's hand.

	Tim began to fondle Joe's breasts with his free hand. Joe held his
head back, his eyes closed. He seemed unaware of anything other
than what Tim was doing.

	Just before Joe felt his knees would buckle, Tim moved his hand
away, and then Joe felt the spray of warm water. That felt good
too, but he preferred the sensation provided by Tim's fingers.

	"Ohh... I love it!" Joe exclaimed. "Put your hand back... Please!"

	Tim obeyed, and almost immediately Joe exploded in his own
orgasm.

	Tim watched as Joe tensed his legs around his hand, breath coming
in short gasps as he recovered from the experience. Tim had some
experience with girls, but none ever reacted like Joe did.

	When he tried to continue moving his fingers in Joe's wet sex
opening, Joe immediately reached out to stop him.

	"Please, don't!" Joe pleaded. "It hurts when you touch me there!"

	Tim knew what he meant. Although he didn't have an exposed
clitoris like Joe's, he knew how his own body felt, so he could
imagine the sensation. What was exquisite only moments before
could be extremely irritating after achieving climax.

	Tim withdrew his fingers and began to gently stroke Joe's breasts.
Joe kept his eyes closed and placed his hand on Tim's. When he
opened them he saw Tim watching, eyes open in amazement.

	"Want to get out of here?" Joe asked.

	"Uh-huh." Tim said, grinning. "I thing we should go to the bed,
don't you?"

	"Yeah. I think that might be a good idea." Joe agreed.

	Joe turned off the water, slid back the curtain and they both got
out. Tim handed Joe a towel from the rack and took another for
himself. They watched each other as they dried themselves, both
with big, knowing smiles on their faces.

	"I love to watch the way your boobs bounce when you move." Tim
said.

	"Yours do the same thing." Joe returned. "It does look sexy, don't
it?"

	Tim ran a palm across his right breast, then pressed the areola
between his fingers.

	"I still have trouble with the idea of looking like this." Tim
exclaimed. "Me... With tits... "

	"Yeah, I know what you mean." Joe concurred. "With clothes on, I
feel like I'm dressed in drag... But, when I take 'em off... "

	"I still have to look at myself in the mirror all the time." Tim
admitted.

	"Me too." Joe confided. "I wonder if real women ever do that?"

	"I doubt it." Tim said. "I never once did that when I looked like a
guy. Hell, we've only been like this for less than two weeks. It's all
still new."

	"Think we'll ever really get used to it?" Joe asked, more to himself
than a real question.

	"It is getting easier, don't you think?" Tim offered.

	"Sure. Much easier, I guess." Joe agreed. "Some of it is fun."

	Tim went to the bed and pulled the spread back. He lay back on
the pillows, cupping his breasts with his hands.

	"Come and take me." He said, trying to sound sensuous.

	Joe went to the bed, knowing they were both confused, trying to
come to a compromise between being an object lust, and satisfying
their own curiosity.

	Tim extended his arms, embracing Joe. They kissed again. First, a
slow, careful, lips only kiss, changing to a more passionate, lustful
kind. To Joe, Tim smelled very good. A combination of clean soap
smell, and a different, more musty, female scent. Kissing Tim was
just like kissing a young woman. Only the sensation of their breasts
touching gave away the differences in their bodies.

	Joe began moving his hands over Tim's softness. He tenderly
caressed his back, his breasts, playfully pinching those hard nipples,
and then moved lower, cupping the firm buttocks in both hands.

	Tim's hands were active too. As Joe fondled him, Tim gently
stroked Joe's back. He ran his hand around, feeling the firm bulge
of his breasts at the sides. They touched, inspected, and generally
satisfied each others lustful curiosity. As they touched and were
touched, they closed their eyes as if to savor the pleasant sensations
from both sides.

	"I'm getting wet again." Tim announced. "Can you feel it?"

	"Sure." Joe said. "It's the fountain of youth."

	"Yeah... Right." Tim agreed. "I've got a crotch that feels like it
could put out a fire... And still I want to have you so bad. The
ultimate in weird, huh?"

	"That pretty much describes it for me too." Joe admitted. "I guess
it has to be that way."

	"Why?" Tim asked. "If we have to be this way, why can't we at
least lose our male desire, if that's what it is?"

	"I guess the desire thing is a learned response." Joe considered. "It
just can't change overnight like we did."

	"Well, it's not fair, feeling like a guy, and having your bod changed
like this." Tim moaned.

	"As soon as you learn some 'girl stuff', maybe you'll get used to it."
Joe continued.

	"How can I do that?" Tim asked. "I'm trying everything I can, but
I still feel like a guy."

	"Don't tell me it isn't easier that last week." Joe said.

	"Yeah... I guess it might be." Tim agreed. "But not enough!"

	Joe stroked Tim's breast, then flicked his finger along his clitoris,
making him move his hips instinctively."

	"You'll get used to it." Joe teased. He continued to tickle the top of
Tim's genital opening, and Tim began to move his hips in response.

	"Pretty good, huh?" Joe asked.

	"OK... It's not bad, I admit." Tim said, grinning.

	"Not bad." Joe repeated. "It's fantastic, and you know it."

	"There are some things I like, I admit." Tim conceded. "But I still
just want to look like a guy again."

	"But your so cute like this." Joe teased. "So soft... You smell so
nice... "

	"Yeah, but I feel like I want to ram my hard-on in you so deep... "
Tim said, almost at a whisper.

	"And I do wish you could." Joe admitted. "Maybe you just need to
try what you do have, that's all."

	"Yeah... I'm sure I'm gonna do that tonight." Tim said
sarcastically.

	"You'll get a chance soon enough, I'll bet." Joe said. "It's only a
matter of time."

	"I won't hold my breath." Tim sulked. "Nobody's gonna want to
screw with a little kid, just like nobody would believe I'm
twenty-one."

	"I believe you." Joe corrected.

	"Yeah... And your gonna screw the pants off me, won't you." Tim
said.

	"I would if I still could." Joe said. "It would be a difficult job,
but
I'd force myself." He grinned.

	"What was it like, Joe?" Tim asked.

	"You just have to discover that for yourself." Joe said. "I can't tell
you how it will be for you."

	"Good? Better than as a guy?" Tim continued.

	"Hmmm... As good... Maybe better, maybe the same... Different...
sorta."

	"I can't wait." Tim said, looking at the ceiling. "I'm gonna wear
the skin off the guy, whoever he is."

	Joe laughed.

	"Don't count on that." Joe revealed. "I got sore first, and it didn't
take that long."

	"Sore?"

	"It's all new in there." Joe explained. "You can't touch it very long
before it hurts. A lot worse than for a guy."

	"It doesn't hurt at all now." Tim considered.

	"Wait till some guy gets in there, probing around, then say that."

	"Euchh!" Tim announced. "The whole idea sucks."

	"Trust me, you'll like it." Joe advised.

	"Just thinking about it... "

	"It's so different when it happens... It all feels sorta natural, you
know?"

	"I don't see how... "

	"It will... "

	They lay back on the pillows, talking into the night, touching,
feeling, enjoying each other. Eventually, they both fell asleep in
each others arms.

Article 81855 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Subject: TG: Joe Bates (ch 54 )
Date: Sun, 03 Sep 1995 03:41:13 GMT

			      Chapter 54

	Pale early light streamed in the partially drawn curtain. The shaft
of light hit Joe Bates in his closed eyes. It was enough to wake the
sleeper. The time was only slightly earlier than he normally roused
anyway.

	Joe rolled over and realized he was not alone. There was a woman
in his bed. A very young woman.

	Finally, he realized were he was and who he was with. The almost
childlike person was his friend Tim. They were in Joe's hotel room,
in Minneapolis.

	Tim continued to sleep soundly.

	They had played intimately long into the night. Each allowing the
other to satisfy his curiosity and lust the best he could. It was not
easy.

	The urges and desires that each experienced were primarily those of
the young men they had been until only recently. Those instincts
were in stark contrast with physical reality.

	Joe moved the bedsheet down, pulling it away from himself and at
the same time exposing Tim's upper body.

	Joe gazed at his young friend. It was difficult to think of the person
lying next to him as a twenty-one-year-old male. The innocent
looking young girl could be no more than fourteen, maybe even
younger. As he breathed, Tim's chest, and his well-formed, firm
breasts, rhythmically expanded and contracted.

	Tim's face in sleep also had a young girl's innocent attractiveness.

	It was impossible to believe there was a virile young man trapped
in there.

	Unless you spent the night in bed with him, that is.

	Joe was very much aroused by his friends appearance, but felt
nothing like the passion this sleeping innocent exhibited last night.

	While it was physically impossible for either of them to truly
assume the male role, having a completely feminized body did
present one significant advantage. It was now easy to appreciate
the roll of foreplay in the female sexual experience. Neither of them
possessed the constant reminder of masculine arousal, and the lack
of an erect penis was both an advantage and a handicap.

	Unlike Joe, Tim had not yet experienced sex with a normal man, so
there was not the urge for penetration that quickly beset Joe.

	Indeed, at first, all Tim could think about was how he could enter
Joe. While he didn't physically have a penis anymore, that organ's
nerves and sensations were still very much evident. Smaller, more
protected perhaps, but still there.

	As they became more familiar with each other, natural inhibitions
began to fade, and Tim slowly attempted to assume the male role
in the affair. It looked and sometimes felt strange to have a young
teen-age girl go through the motions of intercourse, rubbing her
smooth pubic area against his own. It was erotic enough, that was
certain, but there was obviously something missing. Pretending to
be male was unsatisfying for both participants. It just wasn't
physically possible to do it right.

	There were other things to do that were (almost) as enjoyable.

	Joe pulled the sheet down further. He looked at the bikini
underpants he wore. He touched his crotch and ran two fingers
between his legs.

	Almost as soon as they crawled into bed together, Joe was
reminded of his little problem. His yeast infection was no longer an
irritant. It didn't burn or itch anymore. But he still had two days
of medication to insert before bedtime. Dr. Krell was adamant that
he use all of it, not stopping until it was all used up, even if the
problem seemed cured.

	Joe had reluctantly left the bed and went to the bathroom. Tim
asked what the problem was and Joe just looked back and grinned.

	"I just remembered something." Joe said. "I'll be right back out."

	When he returned to the bedroom, Joe stopped at his hang-up bag
and found a pair of cotton panties. He slipped them on and cupped
his hand over the tiny bulge of his sex.

	"What's that for?" Tim asked. "I'd rather see all of you."

	"You can look all you want." Joe teased. "But I'm afraid you'll
want to touch too."

	"So?" Tim retorted. "You can touch me too... As much as you
like."

	"You really don't want to touch me right now." Joe reminded him.
"Remember my yeast infection."

	"Oh, yeah, I forgot." Tim said, smiling. "How's that doing,
anyway?"

	"Just great." Joe reported. "I think it's cured, but Dr. Krell said
to keep up the medication till it's all used up."

	"What is it anyway?" Tim asked. "Some kind of salve, or
something?"

	"No, not a salve." Joe explained. "It's more like a cream... Very
low viscosity. You put it inside with a little applicator like a fat
hypodermic needle."

	"Does it hurt to do that?" Tim asked. He placed his hand over his
own crotch as he spoke.

	"No, not at all." Joe said. "The applicator is pretty thin. It
wouldn't even hurt a little virgin like you." He grinned.

	"Can you feel stuff running out?" Tim asked. "Is it messy?""

	"Not really. Not if you put it in all the way." Joe explained. "If you
put it in at bedtime, its gone by morning. I don't know where it
goes."

	"Ok. Ok." Tim decided. "Keep your underpants on. I don't want
to learn about that kind of problem just yet."

	"Trust me, it really hurts." Joe said. "You don't want the
experience."

	With that, they returned to the bed.

	Tim fondled and was fondled. He touched Joe all over, even
running his hands between Joe's legs, but never once attempted to
put fingers inside Joe's panties.

	Joe was under no such inhibition. He stroked Tim everywhere.
They kissed, and Joe returned the kisses, all over Tim's young
body, everywhere. He didn't have a penis, but Joe knew first hand
the wonderful sensation a tongue could provide feminine genitalia.
He introduced Tim to the experience, creating wave after wave of
orgasmic pleasure in Tim's young body.

	Tim reciprocated the best he could under the circumstances. But
mostly, it was Joe's greater experience that set the tone. Joe
wanted to satisfy Tim's curiosity and lust. But he also wanted Tim
to appreciate the way his body was now. The young man might
still think like a lusty male, but even a twenty-one-year-old guy
couldn't experience orgasm and recover like a horny young woman.

	It had been a long night of passion. Tim was probably dreaming
dreams that incorporated his new experiences, and his new outlook
at the world.

	It was weird just to lie next to such an attractive girl-woman.

	Tim was right when he voiced his concern that he's never get to
sleep with a real guy as long as he looked so young.

	He might be twenty-one, but laying there, he looked like jail-bait.

	Any mature guy might lust after that attractive, young body, but
no amount of explanation could get the man to believe he was old
enough. Oh, he might hang-out at a junior high somewhere and
experience the lusty pawing of a horny fourteen-year-old kid. But
that wasn't exactly what Tim had in mind.

	Last night, as Joe touched him, stroking his breasts and inner
thighs, Tim closed his eyes, savoring the new sensations. His brain
was male, with at least most of the male urges still intact. But that
brain was wired to an almost completely mature, female body.
Females were sexual creatures too, and their bodies were obviously
capable of sensations and pleasures not available to the male.

	The little girl sleeping next to him now had some idea of what sex
could be like as a female. And she (he) liked it.

	Joe looked down at the floor. The exercise wear they both wore
yesterday was strewn about. He located his own panty, next to the
curled up jogbra. The tiny lycra garment was his. Not Linda's, not
some other woman's... His.

	Like the young creature next to him, he was a woman now.
Physically at least. He had breasts. He had a vagina. They were
quite real.

	When he was sleeping, Joe often forgot he had become female. He
could still dream. He was always male in his dreams. Always.

	In the morning, right after waking, reality usually took a moment
to re-establish itself.

	Joe placed a hand on his left breast. He gently stroked it, feeling
its
texture. Just like a real breast. It was real. It was a woman's
breast, and it was attached to him. He grew it. He could feel it.
Joe ran his finger along the aerola, causing the silky soft nipple to
firm up. He was always intrigued when he did that to a girls breast.
Now he could do it to himself. He was a real woman.

	Joe looked over at the still sleeping Tim.

	Tim's nipples were full, though not erect. They were actually
slightly larger than Joe's and a lighter pink, like a young girls. It
must be difficult to have to live inside such a body when you felt
like a mature male.

	There was more to life than staring at yourself in the mirror all day.

	Feelings of lust began to stir as Joe watched Tim sleep. It
manifested first in his clitoris, that organ not always remembering
that it wasn't a penis anymore. The urge to touch himself was
quite strong. In moments he would begin to feel the sensations of
moisture as his sex began to lubricate. He could also sense, rather
than feel, his labia begin to swell.

	Getting a boner was a wet experience now, but it still felt pretty
good.

	Joe placed his hand on his sex with one finger on each side of his
clitoris. Through his underpants, Joe used his fingers to "jack-off"
the little nub of flesh as if it were still a penis. He moved his hand
very slowly, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation.

	Soon Joe involuntarily lifted his hips. His legs stiffened as the
climax took over his body. He pressed his palm flat against his
vulva.

	Sexual release was no longer accompanied by ejaculation of course,
but the crotch of Joe's underwear was wet with vaginal lubrication.

	It still felt pretty good, Joe thought. Like this, sexual tension took
much longer to build, and just as long to subside. As a guy,
everything ended soon after climax. Now, While the peaks took
longer to climb, they were just as high, and the resulting pleasure
lasted much longer.

	Joe placed his hand into the waistband of his underwear. Moving
down past his pubic hair, he found his clitoris, then slipped his
finger into the opening below it.

	God, how he yearned for something to be inside. He probed deep,
adding another finger, then contracting his spincter muscles against
the wet digits. The sensation was quite enjoyable.

	Joe pulled his hand away, putting both behind his head. He looked
down at his breasts, satisfied.

	He was almost back to sleep when the phone began to ring.

	The wake-up call. It was six AM. Time to get up already.

	As Joe picked up the phone, Tim began to stir.

	There was no one there, of course, but the call had served its
purpose. They were awake, moaning and groaning, wondering
where the night had gone. They lay there a few moments, then Joe
sat at the side of the bed, scratching his breasts.

	"That was some night." Tim announced. "I kinda like being like
this."

	Joe looked over at the young woman. He smiled.

	"Just as well." Joe considered. "Since you're gonna be a girl
whether you like it or not."

	"Thanks, Joe." Tim said. "I mean, You didn't have to sleep with
me last night."

	"Don't thank me." Joe corrected. "I wanted to be with you just as
much as you wanted to be with me."

	Tim snickered.

	"I guess we must really be queers now, huh?" Tim exclaimed.

	"Maybe." Joe considered. "Maybe not. I kinda think of myself as
just a guy trapped in this woman's body. If that makes me queer,
OK, I accept it."

	"Whatever we are, it was fun, wasn't it?" Tim asked.

	"I enjoyed it." Joe agreed. "You've become a beautiful woman."

	"A little girl." Tim corrected. "Look at me, I think I've become
even younger looking."

	"You look pretty good to me." Joe announced, looking at Tim as
he stood up.

	"I am still changing." Tim decided. "Just look at my hands.
They're smaller than yesterday."

	Joe stood and examined himself. He knew the changes were not
just occurring in Tim. He went to the light at the window and
looked at his own arm. It was even softer and maybe even a little
smaller than yesterday.

	When would it stop?

	"We're both changing." Joe added. "I guess whatever it is, it's
happening to all of us."

	"I'm scared Joe." Tim declared. "I don't want to die like this!"

	"You ain't dead yet, Tim." Joe insisted. "We'll find a way to keep
you around a while yet. Go get some clothes on, or I'm going to
throw you on the bed again."

	Tim walked around the bed, retrieving his underwear and clothes
as he walked. When Joe spoke to him, he wiggled his body
provocatively, a big sexy grin on his face.

	"Get ready." Joe ordered. "We'll get some breakfast down stairs,
and be at the plane in an hour and a half.

	"Yes sir!" Tim teased, offering a mock salute as he retreated to his
own room to get ready.

	Joe went to the bathroom and relieved himself as he warmed the
shower water. When it was ready, Joe stepped in and let the water
warm his body. He rinsed off quickly, checked his legs for stubble,
decided that they were OK, and then stepped out of the shower. As
usual he watched his reflection as he dried off, looking for signs
that
he was still changing.

	If he was, it was far less than Tim. The young man was indeed still
becoming younger looking each day.

	Joe brushed his hair, then gathered up his things and took them to
the bedroom. He placed them on the bed, then decided what
underwear to put on.

	He selected a light gray cotton panty, and a matching Victoria's
Secret cotton bra. He deftly slipped them on and examined his
shape in the mirror. He turned his profile to the glass, lifting his
chest to emphasize the curve.

	Joe liked what he saw. Being female had its drawbacks, but he was
proud of his new body.

	Time to cover everything up, Joe considered.

	He went to the hang-up bag, withdrawing a hanger holding fitted
wool slacks. Removing the dark gray slacks from the hanger, Joe
stepped into them. Pulling them over his hips, Joe struggled with
the side zipper. It was still weird wearing women's clothes. He was
now accustomed to the underwear... The bra's, panties... But the
different cut of things like women's pants...

	These had no zipper in front. Joe ran his hand down the smooth
front, feeling only the slight bulge of his pubic bone, which
certainly seemed to be more pronounced since the change. No need
for a zipper here, he mused.

	Joe went to the hanger to retrieve the silk blouse he bought to go
with the slacks. The smooth silk top felt sexy to his touch. If there
was anything about being a woman that he enjoyed, it was wearing
clothes like this. The blouse was so fine and fit so well. He tucked
it
into the slacks, then found the black belt to tie it all together. He
looked at the feminine belt before he slipped it on. As a guy, he
had a thirty-four inch waist. Now it had shrunk to about
twenty-nine. His hips were probably as large as before, but his
waist seemed much smaller.

	He took one last look, then turned to gather up his things and pack
for the trip home.

	When he was ready, he went to the open door to check on Tim.

	Tim was almost ready too. He also wore a pants and a blouse. The
attractive young girl was brushing her hair as Joe looked on.

	"You look very nice." Joe said.

	"So do you." Tim returned. "You look beautiful."

	"It's genetic, I guess." Joe quipped.

	"I'm ready." Tim announced, picking up his bag and struggling
with it to the door. His new small size made it difficult to handle
things that were no problem before the change. He looked at Joe,
who flashed a knowing smile.

	"It'll all work out." Joe insisted.

	"I hope so." Tim said. "This little girl stuff really sucks."

	They took their bags down to the desk, then went to the coffee
shop. They found an empty booth and sat down. The waitress
came over and they ordered coffee. The woman looked at Tim
when he ordered coffee, as if she felt the young woman was too
young for such a thing.

	The food came and they quickly ate. They made small talk as they
downed the hearty breakfast of fruit, hotcakes, and scrambled eggs.

	"Did you check the weather?" Tim asked.

	"Not yet." Joe answered. "But I doubt there'll be a problem."

	"What if there is?" Tim asked.

	"Then we stay another day." Joe said simply. "We get another
night here. There could be worse things, right?"

	Tim grinned. He knew what Joe meant.

	When they finished, they paid the bill, then went to check out of
their rooms.

	Soon they were waiting for the courtesy van to carry them to the
airport.

	On the ride to the airport, Tim asked about the passenger they
were to take to Arizona.

	"Where do you think the guy's from?" Tim asked.

	"Beats me." Joe considered. "He's probably somebody from the
FBI or something. They just have to get their fingers into
something as hot as this."

	"The FBI?" Tim exclaimed. "You really think so?"

	"I have no idea." Joe admitted. It could be almost anything. We'll
soon find out, I guess."

	The Cessna was out on the ramp when they arrived. It was being
prepared for the trip as they walked out to it. The line-boy helped
them place the bags on-board.

	They walked back to the FBO office to check weather and file.
They were a little early and their passenger had not yet arrived.

	Joe filed for an 0800 takeoff and found a comfortable couch to await
his passenger.

	Tim picked up a Glamour magazine and started to read.

	"It takes on a whole new meaning now, don't it." Joe commented
as he watched the young woman read.

	Tim looked embarrassed.

	"How else are we going to learn about this stuff?" He asked.

	"Right." Joe agreed. "It's just that I never noticed all the
underwear and tampon ads before this happened."

	They both had a chuckle about that when they looked up and were
suppressed to see the young man they worked out with last night.

	The man was staring at Joe, obviously as surprised as he was.

	"The lady at the desk says you're Joe Bates." The man said,
offering his hand.

	"That's right." Joe said, holding his hand out.

	"Phillip Berg." The man said. "Call me Phil. I'm to go to Phoenix
with you."

	"Really." Joe exclaimed. "I didn't know... "

	"Neither did I." The man said, grinning. "And this is you're
sister?" He looked at Tim.

	"Oh... Last night... No... Tim's not really my sister." Joe
admitted. "Phil, this is Tim Werner."

	"Glad to meet you Tim." Phil said politely, offering his hand to the
young woman, who stood for the introduction.

	"I must say, I had no idea that you two were who I was going to
meet." Phil continued.

	"Does it bother you that we're women?" Joe asked.

	"No... No, not at all." Phil insisted. "I've been informed of what
happened to you... er... ladies."

	"Then you know about us then?" Joe asked.

	"A little." Phil answered. "I must say, I had no idea you would
look like this."

	"Nether did we, Phil." Tim offered. "It wasn't in any of my
long-term plans."

	"Are we ready to depart?" Phil asked, suddenly turning serious.

	"We've been waiting for you, I guess." Joe returned. "The plane is
ready to go."

	"I suggest we go then." Phil said.

	"I want to stop at the restroom." Joe said. "Then I'm ready."

	Tim followed Joe to the ladies room. As they peed, Tim spoke.

	"My God. The hunk!" Tim exclaimed. "That's the guy from the
hotel."

	"Yeah, and he's coming with us." Joe said. "I wonder if he can talk
about it."

	"We can ask, can't we?" Joe offered as he carefully used the tissue.

	"This is going to be some trip." Tim continued. "He knows we're
really guys."

	"WERE guys." Joe reminded him. "Take another look between
your legs."

	They flushed almost in unison and left the stall. They primped one
last time in the mirror. Joe winked at Tim.

	"Lookin hot!" He teased, putting his palms under his boobs. "Time
to aviate!"

	The went back out. The passenger was out at the plane, looking it
over carefully. Joe wondered if he was a pilot.

	Joe did a quick walk around and was finished before Phil stopped
examining the plane.

	"Don't be concerned." Joe advised. "It'll get us there."

	"Never hurts to check everything." Phil said seriously.

	"I'll agree with that." Joe conceded.

	They climbed aboard, with Phil riding in the seat behind the pilots.
Joe buckled in, suddenly very aware of the way the shoulder
harness pressed against his breasts. The silk blouse kept him
constantly aware of them.

	"Do you fly, Phil?" Joe asked as he straightened the blouse.

	"Not recently." Phil returned. "I did in the service, but I'm not
current."

	"What did you fly in the... Air Force?" Tim asked.

	"Nope. Navy." Tim said. "Carrier pilot. A-7's mostly."

	"Cool." Tim crooned. "That's really flying."

	"It was fun all right." Phil agreed. "And dangerous too, if you
weren't careful."

	"I'm afraid we won't be doing Mach.8 today." Joe said. "WE have
a little headwind most of the way too."

	"That's OK." Phil said. "That'll give us some time to talk."

	Great, Joe thought. Now we'll have to tell the whole story all over
again.

	The master switch came on and the gyros started to whine. Joe hit
the right engine starter and the engine snapped to life instantly. A
few moments to let the battery stabilize and he started the left
engine. When the engines stabilized, Joe flicked in the avionics
master switch.

	The radio came to life immediately.

	"... when ready to Taxi. Inform ground you have information
Charlie."

	They listened for a repeat of the ATIS, then called for clearance.
When it came across, Joe read it back. He changed frequencies to
ground control to get a taxi clearance. Soon the plane began to roll
to the run-up area.

	With the run-up complete, Joe called tower for permission to take
the active runway. When they started the take off roll, Joe offered
the wheel to Tim. Tim willingly accomplished the take-off, his
small stature making it difficult for him to see straight ahead. Joe
almost had to laugh as he watched the young woman fly the craft.

	In about fifteen minutes, the plane was at its initial cruising
altitude.

	Joe decided to break the ice.

	"Are you still with the Navy, Phil?" Joe asked.

	"Nope." Phil answered curtly. "I left the Navy four years ago."

	"Department of Defense?" Joe continued.

	"The Government." Phil said. "The CIA actually."

	"The CIA!" Tim said. "Are you a spy, or something like that?"

	"Something like that, maybe." Phil conceded. "Not a spy actually.
An operative, we call it."

	"You're an operative?" Joe asked. "What's that got to do with us?"

	"Nothing really." Phil answered. "Nothing to do with you,
actually."

	"The CIA want's to use the Cage?" Tim offered.

	"The Cage?"

	"That's what we call the lab at Honeybone. Joe explained. "The
transmitters have been set up inside a Faraday Cage. It works. But
you know that, don't you."

	"I've been briefed on it, a little." Phil admitted.

	"So what does the CIA have in mind for the Cage?" Joe asked.

	"Hmmm... Did it hurt when it happened to you?" Phil asked,
ignoring Joe's question.

	"I don't know." Joe answered truthfully. "I slept through the whole
thing."

	"I didn't." Tim offered. "I didn't know what was going on. It
didn't hurt exactly, but it did feel weird. Kinda itchy, I guess. Hard
to explain. I didn't have any idea I would end up like this.

	"You both look very female." Phil noted. "Are you... is
everything... female?

	Joe looked back at Phil. He grinned.

	"Everything." He said simply.

	"What's it like? Phil continued. "Do you like it? Do you feel like a
woman?"

	"I don't know. Joe countered. "What does a woman feel like?"

	"I guess you're right." Phil considered. "You wouldn't know any
more than I do about that."

	"I think I have a pretty good idea." Joe offered. "You can try it, if
you want."

	"I know." Phil said. "That's why I'm here.

	That answer suppressed Joe. He looked at Phil again.

	"There's no way back, you know." Joe said. So far, its been a
one-way trip."

	"That's what makes it so scary." Phil said. "But the alternative is
not very attractive either."

	"Alternative?" Tim asked.

	"Yeah." Phil explained. "The work I've been doing for the last year
has become kinda hot. Some of the bad guys have exposed me. I'm
marked. Unless I can go underground, they won't give up till they
get me."

	"Who is it?" Joe asked.

	"Can't tell you that." Phil said. "But I advise that you to keep
your eyes open for anything or anyone unusual."

	"What's going on, Phil?" Joe asked. "You plan to use the Cage to
disguise yourself?"

	"It's been offered to me." Phil said. "Think it would work?"

	"I don't know." Joe considered. "You'll definitely not be a male
anymore. But I don't know how much your appearance would
change."

	"I feel they wouldn't think of looking for a woman." Phil
considered.

	"You want to give up your manhood?" Joe asked. "This is no
disguise, you realize."

	"I don't want to wind up with a bullet in the back of my head."
Phil said somberly. "I could get used to wearing a dress."

	Joe turned around. He offered his hand to Phil.

	"Take it. Feel it." He said. "See how soft its become? I used to be
a guy. I weighed almost 200 pounds. I think I'm down to around
120 or so."

	"You feel like a woman." Phil agreed.

	Joe took Phil's hand and placed it on his breast. Phil gently
squeezed it, which suppressed Joe a little.

	"Feels real, don't it?" Joe asked. "Trust me, it is."

	"I could get used to that." Phil said, kneading Joe's hardening
nipple.

	Joe moved the hand away from his chest.

	"I hope you can." Joe declared.

From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: Joe Bates! (Chapter 55!)
Date: Wed, 07 Feb 1996 04:35:33 GMT

			   The Joe Bates Saga
			      Chapter 55

	The sound of the Cessna engines increased as Joe advanced the
prop levers, increasing the RPM. They were starting final descent to
Deer Valley airport. The cloudless sky and warm temperatures were in
stark contrast to Minnesota. They left only five hours ago and the
weather improved as the flew southwest.

	Tim was flying the plane, as he had for the entire flight.
Except for the revealing discussion with Phil Berg, their passenger,
the trip had been quite uneventful. Phil's revelation that he was
being offered a visit to the "cage" was a surprise to all of them.

	Joe didn't know if it was the new hormones or what... It
seemed such a waste to subject a virile young man to such a thing.
Sure, the same had happened to him and the others, but that wasn't
intentional. This was different. Phil was only willing to undergo
such a completely life changing experience simply because his very
life was threatened. It was a simple cold decision... Better to live
the remainder of his life as a woman than face almost certain death if
he remained male. What a choice. Joe wondered what decision he would
have made, if he had been given a choice.

	What would he look like? Phil was so... so muscular... His
shoulders... Joe felt his changed groin muscles tense involuntarily as
he imagined Phil wrapping his arms around his own now smaller, softer
shoulders.

	Was Joe really becoming a woman in every way? He had to admit,
the idea of intimacy with Phil, or other man, no longer seemed all
that unacceptable. A little less than two weeks, and femininity (at
least the physical part) was starting to seem less strange. Would Phil
find the transition so easy? Would this macho guy find his own
developed breast as interesting as he obviously found Joe's when Joe
let him touch it?

	Joe glanced at Tim. Tim was concentrating on holding the plane
on the approach path and didn't notice Joe staring at him. He looked
so young... His skin was so soft and clear. Tim had become a young
woman, really a young girl, but he had also become unusually
attractive. Tim's sophisticated clothing couldn't hide the feminine
curves his body had acquired. Joe tried to remember Tim as a guy. He
had weighed close to two hundred pounds then. Strong shoulders,
muscular legs, he had been a handsome young man.

	As did Joe's own, Tim's body had lost all but its light "Peach
fuzz" hair... Much thinner, weaker arms covered only by the soft down
of a girl. He shaved his legs and underarms. Only the top of his head
and his very feminine vulva still had dark hair. The only remnant of
maleness was the length of his hair, still the same as before. It now
seemed strangely exotic looking. Though Tim's hair was longer than the
others when his change occurred, it was still somewhat shorter than
the average girls. When it grew out just a little, Tim would be truly
gorgeous. In fact, he already was.


	The marker beacon light flashed and the tone sounded as the
crossed the middle marker. Joe lowered the gear and the power was
reduced further to slow to landing speed. Joe kept his hand ready to
take the controls, but Tim was a quick learner, and he flew the Cessna
like a pro. With a slight flare, tires touched pavement, the trailing
link gear making almost any decent landing a greaser.

	As they taxied to the Honeybone Flight Facility, Phil stuck
his head between the crew seats to watch where they were going.

	"How many people work in that hanger?" Phil asked when he saw
the Honeybone logo.

	"I don't know for sure." Joe considered. "There's probably
five or six mechanics there right now."

	"Do you know everybody?" Phil questioned.

	"Yeah... Probably... I guess so." Joe answered.

	"If you see anybody you don't know, tell me immediately." Phil
ordered. "I'm very serious about this."

	"You think anybody knows you came here?" Joe asked.

	"Anything's possible." Phil said. "Anything's probable. Keep
your eyes open."

	"Where are you gonna stay?" Tim asked.

	"I don't know yet." Phil answered. "I'm trying to remain as
spontaneous as possible. No one can know, if I don't know."

	"I think you could stay at my apartment... If you want." Joe
offered.

	"I don't think we should stay in the same place." Phil said.
"I don't want to endanger you, or anybody else. It's my problem."

	"I'm not living there." Joe explained. "I've been staying with
my girl friend, since this happened."

	"Hmmm... Maybe that might be prudent... " Phil thought out
loud.

	It's a great idea!" Tim agreed. "Nobody would ever think of
looking there, I bet."

	"Keep your eyes open." Phil ordered. "If anything does happen,
don't try to be a hero. I'll take care of it."

	"Yes Sir!" Joe said in mock military fashion. Phil probably
thought of them as helpless women. Maybe they were.

	Joe accomplished the shut-down checklist and waved at the
ground crew who drove up with a small tug. They unbuckled and began to
depart the aircraft. Phil opened the door and stepped out cautiously.
One of the ground crew met him at the airstair door.

	"Welcome to Arizona." The man said, smiling.

	"Thanks. Glad to be here." Phil returned.

	They retrieved their bags and struggled to get them to the
pre-flight office. Phil watched with interest as Joe and Tim strained
at the bags. It was plain they were not as strong as almost any normal
man.

	"Did you notice any change in strength due to the change?"
Phil asked.

	"Heh heh. You can count on that." Joe answered. "Some things
are sorta neat about it, but the strength loss is very noticeable."

	"I think it's even worse for me." Tim agreed. "I guess I'm
only as strong as I look."

	"Hmmm. I sure wish I could keep the muscles." Phil mused.

	"We all do." Joe said, setting a bag down and giving a mighty
yank on the outer door, which had a strong hydraulic closing spring on
it.

	"There's no way to describe the way it feels." Joe went on.
"It's as if everything suddenly got bigger and heavier."

	Phil helped with the door, easily pushing it open.

	When the got inside, the others took a seat as Joe finished
the trip paperwork and turned it in. Then they assembled to leave.

	"I guess we should get over to the lab." Joe decided. "I'm
sure you'll want to see the Cage. I know Dr. Krell will want to meet
you." He said to Phil.

	"You can ride with me." Tim offered. "I've got more room than
Joe's little sports car."

	"What do you drive, Joe?" Phil asked.

	"Oh, I got an RX-7." Joe answered. "And it's got plenty of
room for our bags, if you'd like a ride in it."

	"No. I think I'll accept Tim's gracious offer."

	"Fine. I'll follow you over there."

	They drove to the Honeybone Main Facility. Tim was obviously
engaged in continuos conversation with Phil the entire way. Joe
wondered what kind of things Phil was asking the young man-woman.

	When they pulled into the parking area, Joe was the first out.
The other two sat in the car, continuing to converse.

	Finally, they finished and joined up with Joe, who stood
waiting for them.

	"What do you think is causing this "de-aging" phenomena?" Phil
asked Joe.

	"I wish I knew." Joe answered. "It seems to be affecting all
of us, but Tim most of all. He's always been the youngest, and now he
looks younger than ever."

	"Very intriguing." Phil considered, engrossed in thought.

	"I think you should meet Dr. Krell." Joe said. "He has answers
to at least some of your questions. He's a very intelligent
individual."

	The walked directly to the Lab, with Joe pointing out the many
impressive features of the facility. Phil took it all in, often asking
questions that showed he was very educated, and quite observant.

	When they reached the Lab, Joe introduced Phil to Dr. Krell,
who obviously had no idea what was going on.

	"Phil is considering using the Cage." Joe announced. In
addition to Dr. Krell, the others in the Lab were Jim Matheney, Karen
Simpson, and one of Dr. Krell's lab technicians, who Joe didn't know.
None of them knew where Phil was from, or why he was considering the
Cage.

	Dr. Krell suddenly became very business-like.

	"You know, Phil, we have no way to change you back." He
announced. "Whatever the results, you are probably going to stay that
way indefinitely."

	"I realize that." Phil returned. "And I must admit, I don't
know if I really want to do this. I may not have much choice,
however."

	"No one can force you to do this." Dr. Krell demanded. "I'm
not yet sure it's a good idea for anyone, but certainly it should
never be forced on someone."

	"No one is forcing me." Phil explained. "There are other
issues even more demanding."

	"Nothing is more demanding than your very physical being." Dr.
Krell countered.

	"What I'm referring to is very much life-or-death." Phil went
on. "But I agree that this is nothing to be considered lightly. I
assure you I am not."

	"Do you want really to be a woman, Phil?" Dr. Krell asked. "I
can understand that, if you do."

	"Until a few days ago, I never even considered it a viable
option." Phil answered, smiling, slightly embarrassed.

	"Then it probably isn't a viable option for you." Dr. Krell
said. "Having to live in a body of the wrong gender can be worse than
death itself. Believe me, I see it almost every day."

	"Joe said he had no desire to be a woman." Phil countered.
"He, or she, I guess, seems to be getting by pretty well."

	"It is far too early to know how Joe or the others will come
through this." Dr. Krell admitted. "It does appear that the
physiological changes themselves actually help in the transition. But
we're still learning about that concept."

	"It may be a risk I would be willing to accept." Phil said.
"I'm accustomed to taking calculated risks."

	"This is much different." Dr. Krell said. "It will, not might,
it will affect the way almost everybody you come in contact with will
relate to you. There are other issues that we must discuss too."

	"I am here to learn all I can." Phil concluded.

	"Tomorrow I must meet with Joe, Tim, Dave and Mike and Norm."
Dr. Krell went on. "We have detected anomalies in the latest blood
samples."

	"What is it?" Joe asked.

	"I don't know what it means for sure, yet." Dr. Krell said
carefully. "We need to do some more tests, and I want to talk to each
of you confidentially. We can get together tomorrow."

	Joe looked at the clock on the wall. It displayed almost five
o'clock. It was the normal end of the work day. Dr. Krell often worked
much later, but he almost never scheduled meeting in the evening.

	"Have they found you a hotel?" Dr. Krell asked Phil. "I really
want to talk with you... say maybe eleven tomorrow?"

	"Sure... Eleven." Phil answered. "I think I've got a place to
stay."

	"Well, welcome to Arizona." Dr. Krell said. "Stay out of the
direct sun."

	Joe looked over at Phil and grinned. Dr. Krell was like that.
The little man was used to being in control, and he almost always was.

	Phil raised his eyebrows and returned the smile.

	"You're right." Phil said. "He's a real fireball."

	"Don't let him fool you." Karen said. She had remained silent,
but had been listening to the entire conversation. "He comes off a
little gruff sometimes, but he's got a heart of mush."

	"Phil, this is Karen Simpson." Joe said, giving Phil a more
personal introduction. "She's Dr. Krell's right hand. And she is, at
worse, a close second in understanding trans-gender issues."

	Karen took the hand Phil offered and shook it.

	"I don't know what Joe's told you, but I would rather do it
myself anyway." Karen explained. I was once a guy too. At least my
body was male, until a few years ago."

	Phil looked at Karen, his eyes obviously moving up and down
her trim curves.

	Karen smiled and performed a small pirouette. The fitted
medical whites doing little to hide her shape.

	"What do you think?" Karen teased. "Do I look like a girl?

	"I never would have guessed." Phil admitted.

	"And no matter what Dr. Krell says, it's really not so bad to
be like this. It's kinda fun. Right, Joe?" She winked.

	"Yeah, right... I guess so." Joe stuttered.

	"It is. Don't be afraid, if it's what you really want." Karen
said as she turned to leave.

	"I've gotta go." She called. "See you tomorrow morning, I
guess."

	Phil looked at Joe.

	"She was a guy, too?" He asked. "Were all the woman around
here once men?"

	Joe laughed.

	"It might seem like it, but no. Just us five, and Karen." Joe
explained. "Karen is different though. She underwent genital surgery
by Dr. Krell. She's not a graduate of the Cage."

	"Hmmm. I knew it was possible... Even the Soviets had been
doing it... But I must admit, Karen is the first person who surgically
changed sex that I've met." Phil mused.

	"The Soviets?" Tim asked.

	"Yeah." Phil answered. "We were told some of their operatives
underwent chemical and surgical procedures to alter their appearance,
probably even sex changes."

	"Now that's dedication to duty." Joe concluded.

	"Not really so different from what I'm considering." Phil
countered.

	"I guess you're right about that." Joe agreed.

	"Man, I just don't know... " Phil answered.

	"Let's take Phil to your apartment, Joe." Tim offered. "Let's
get outa here."

	"Yeah... OK." Joe agreed. If you want to stay there, Phil."

	"Sounds great." Phil said enthusiastically. "I think it might
be the best way."

	"OK then, follow me." Joe said.

	"I'll ride with Tim." Phil added. "My bag is still in her
car."

	"You might want to get some things at the market." Joe
considered. "I haven't been there for a while, and there's not much
but some beer in the fridge."

	"Let's go over there first." Tim said. "I'll take him to get
stuff if he needs it."

	"Yeah... I guess you will be needing a car, won't you." Joe
considered.

	"I'll help him." Tim offered again.

	Joe wondered why Tim was so interested in hanging around with
Phil. Then again, the young man-woman might be developing the "hots"
for the handsome man.

	They left Honeybone and drove to Joe's apartment. As Joe
pulled into the parking lot, old memories of his former life came out.
Should he move back into this familiar home? He knew he probably
wouldn't be staying with Linda much longer. Not that they didn't get
along or anything, but they had been heterosexual lovers, indeed, they
were engaged to be married, and he would never be able to think of
Linda as only a "best friend" or whatever it was they had become. He
was beginning (by necessity) to think and act like a woman. Linda was
willing to help with the transition, but the further he progressed,
the more embarrassing it was became. Even if he could admit it to
himself, it was hard to tell Linda that he was starting to find other
men sexually attractive. Joe still found women stimulating too, but as
the time since his own body has lost its masculine attributes
increased, he found those of others to be more exciting.

	As they climbed the outside stairs to his apartment, Joe
wondered what his neighbors would think of two strange women and one
guy entering his unit. They were unlikely to be curious where he had
been. He was often gone for days at a time flying for the Company,
but he had only been there three times in the last two weeks, once
just to pick-up his mail. He had never been close to his fellow
apartment dwellers, and they surely wouldn't recognize him now anyway.

	Joe unlocked the door and welcomed Phil and Tim inside. He was
glad he had cleaned the place up a little last time he was here and
washed the remainder of his male laundry. That was still lying on his
bed. He couldn't bear to hang it up or put it away. It was almost too
painful to even touch familiar clothes that no longer fit. It was as
if they belonged to somebody else. His new world was now in the
bedroom at Linda's.

	His mailbox was full of junk mail, and Joe took it inside. He
placed it on the coffee table and went into the kitchen.

	"I hope the place is acceptable." Joe said apologetically. "It
ain't fancy, but it was home to me."

	"Nice place." Phil complimented. "I can see you like planes."
He looked at the framed SR-71 poster near the stereo.

	"Yeah... They're only one of my vices... " Joe joked. "Planes,
cars, and women... Well two out of three ain't bad, I guess."

	"What's it like?" Phil questioned. "I mean... You look so much
like a girl... A woman... How do you feel about them now?"

	Joe looked at Tim. They both laughed knowingly.

	"Nothing changed that much, really." Joe answered for them
both. "We both still like babes."

	But... How... What... "

	"Right." Joe cut him off. "That's where it gets complicated.
After the change, you will be physically, legally, and, I think, in
some ways, mentally a woman. But you still tend to think like a guy,
and still desire to do what a guy can do. Obviously, it don't work too
well."

	"So... You're both... lesbians now?" Phil asked.

	"Lesbian?" Joe repeated. "Does that mean we don't like to look
at guys?"

	"I don't know." Phil admitted.

	"And we don't either... Not much anyway." Tim chimed in. "I
think my brain prefers women, but the bod is starting to consider
guys."

	"Trust me, it's weird." Joe conceded.

	"But you look so completely female... " Phil said.

	"Yep, and we can go anywhere real women go." Tim offered. "I'm
telling you, the required parts for a boner are gone, but you'll swear
they're all still there."

	"So everything feels the same?"

	"Oh no, I wouldn't say that... But not nearly as different a I
would have ever guessed." Tim conceded.

	"Is it better, or worse?"

	"Huh!" Joe chimed in. "Everybody asks that. I think it's
impossible to answer. Better? Worse? No... Mostly different. Maybe
some things better, some worse. Mostly, I miss standing up to pee."

	"That's right." Phil considered. "You can't do that now, can
you."

	"No, I can't." Joe admitted. "On the other hand, the whole
body became so much more sensitive... There are more places to touch
that feel good."

	"Yeah? Where?" Phil asked seductively.

	You'll only know that when and if you join the club." Joe
offered coyly.

	They walked into the kitchen. Showed Phil the fridge, the
range, the microwave, and the dishwasher.

	They went into the bedroom.

	Joe's clothes remained piled on the bed.

	"Sorry for all the stuff laying around." Joe apologized. It's
all my guy stuff. I still haven't decided what to do with it all."

	"Wish you could still wear it?" Phil asked.

	"Sure, I guess so." Joe answered. "Not that it's so bad like
this, or anything, but life is just simpler for a guy. I think
anyway."

	"But don't you just feel sexy, or something?" Phil quizzed.

	"When I wake up in the morning and see myself in the mirror,
I'm still in awe and just want to touch myself all over." Joe
confided. "But I think I'll get over that eventually. I sure don't
feel sexy right now, if that's what you mean."

	"Me either." Tim volunteered.

	Phil looked at the Levi's laying on the bed. He looked at Joe.

	"These used to fit you?"

	Yeah, they sure did." Joe admitted. I'm almost as tall as
before, but I guess my other dimensions have changed somewhat."

	"I think so." Phil agreed.

	"Want my advice?" Joe offered. "If you decide to do this, go
out and do everything you can do as a guy, and be sure to remember it
well. Cause afterward, if you're anything like me, you'll want
memories to compare with. It's been less than two weeks, and I have
trouble remembering what I felt like as a guy."

	"You can't remember after only two weeks?" Phil repeated.

	"A little." Joe conceded. "But the memories tend to blur with
the way everything feels now."

	"And how's that?" Phil asked, grinning wickedly.

	"Just thinking about sex has become be a wet experience." Joe
confided with a smile. "I never realized how much a girl can feel
that."

	"You guy's... er... ladies are making me horny." Phil said.

	"That won't change." Tim offered. "Only what you can
physically do about it."

	Joe walked into the adjoining bathroom.

	"I hope this is clean enough for you." Joe apologized again.
"I don't spend that much time on housekeeping. But you probably won't
catch a disease. Of course, now I don't leave the lid up anymore."

	"I appreciate you letting me stay here, Joe." I can see how
hard this is." Phil said.

	"It's really not so bad." Joe countered. "I'll get out of here
and let you settle in. Tim, you will stay and help him out, right?"
He handed his key to Phil.

	"Sure, I'll be glad to stay." Tim offered.

	Joe walked to the living area. He picked up his mail and
carried it to his car.

	As he drove to Linda's Joe wondered why Tim was so willing to
help Phil. Was it because Phil was a hunk of a guy who knew Tim's past
but still showed interest in him as a woman. Phil never once spoke of
Tim's little girl appearance. Joe knew Tim preferred that. Perhaps it
might be best for them both if they could get together.

	Joe pulled into the drive. Linda's Supra wasn't there. She
must not be home yet. As he entered the house, he could hear the phone
ringing. Joe picked up the wall phone.

	"Hello."

	"Joe, is that you?"

	Joe recognized the voice as that of his best friend Jay Logan.

	"Hi, Jay. I just got home."

	"I called Honeybone. They said you left there some time ago."

	"Yeah. I was over at the apartment. I offered it to somebody
to stay there for a few days."

	"How you doing?"

	"Fine. I'm doing OK."

	"Any plans for the evening?"

	"Not so far."

	"Want to do something?"

	"Like what did you have in mind?"

	"Oh, I don't know, I just want to see you.

	"Yeah? What for?" Joe teased. He knew Jay had become enamored
with his buddies new persona.

	"You haven't been around for a few days... I really I miss
you."

	It was so weird having a guy talk like that. Maybe his body
was female, but his head felt male inside. Joe tried to think of "girl
things" to say.

	"Yeah? I guess I miss you too." Not exactly true.

	Except for short periods of curiosity, or perhaps lust, Joe
never actually missed Jay. Although Jay surely did, Joe didn't think
of he and Jay as woman and man. They had already been intimate, but,
so far, on Joe's part anyway, that was due more to curiosity than
romance.

	"Let's get together then. Maybe grab some dinner. What do you
say?"

	"Yeah. OK. What time?"

	"It's almost seven. Maybe an hour?"

	"What should I wear?"

	"I don't know... What do you have on?"

	"Well, let's see... Panties, bra, pantyhose, silk blouse, and
a gray wool suit." Joe teased.

	"My God." Jay exclaimed. "You must look gorgeous."

	"Of course."

	"You want to wear that tonight?"

	"Not if I don't have to. Where are you taking me?"

	"You still have blue-jeans and a shirt? Let's get some bar-b-
que."

	"Great. Yeah... I can find something to wear for that."

	"I'll be there shortly."

	"And I'll be waiting."

	Great. He was hoping to rest a few minutes. Take his heels off
and kick back. Now he'd need to hang up these cloths and get ready to
go out again.

	Joe slipped off the shoes and walked to his room in stocking
feet. The heels of his pumps were very low, but it felt wonderful to
take his shoes off. He couldn't remember having any "guy" shoes as
uncomfortable as most of the new "girl" shoes he had. Only his Reeboks
felt anything like boy shoes.

	Removing the jacket, Joe carefully placed it on the bed. Next,
he unzipped the side zipper of the trousers and lay it next to the
jacket. He unbuttoned the silky blouse, and when he did, he couldn't
resist lightly touching his breasts, as if to verify they were still
there. He slipped a hand between his legs, lightly pressing the tiny
moist bulge of his changed sex. Gazing at his reflection in the
dresser mirror, Joe imagined Jay touching himself as he dreamed about
what Joe now saw and felt in the flesh. He indeed looked completely
female, with only a little white triangle of cotton panty hiding his
pubic hair. He tucked a thumb under one of the shoulder straps of his
bra and jiggled his right breast, just because he could.

	Though he preferred to stretch out on the bed and take a short
nap, Joe knew Jay would be there soon. He was a little hungry, and it
would be interesting to interact with Jay again.

	It was so strange. They were best friends since college. For
more than ten years, Jay and Joe were buddies who hung around with
each other all the time, except for when Joe was away in the Air
Force. Everything was changing now. They acted like it wasn't so, but
there was no way to hide the fact that Joe wasn't a normal thirty-
year-old guy anymore. Maybe they still had many of the same
interests... Maybe they still joked with and teased each other...

	But now, Jay was smitten by a powerful attraction for Joe.

	Joe found the whole thing a bit bizarre. Certainly, he knew
his changed body had become attractive to men, even he found himself
staring at the reflection in the mirror... But it was more than
curiosity or lust for Jay. It was as if he really liked Joe. Like a
man likes (or loves) a woman. How did you deal with that? Jay was just
his best pal. Sure, they had slept together a few times since the
change, but couldn't he see that was just to satisfy curiosity?
Couldn't he accept everything in the manner it was offered?

	It was far too early to consider a serious relationship with a
man. Any man. Indeed, he still held strong ties with his fiancee,
Linda, though that relationship had changed too.