Biochemistry (Transgender)


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Samuel Nevada had a secret. A secret so hidden even he didn't know 
about it. But that's getting ahead of the story.

Sam had just finished the last of his finals in his Law classes and 
with only one year left before he could take his BAR had decided to 
celebrate by bar hopping that night. Dressed in his best "cruisin'" 
clothes he had gone from bar to bar, looking for a woman to take home 
and fuck. Usually, he didn't have a problem with it, but tonight, all 
the women seemed resistant to his best advances.

He had made it to a strange bar on the far side of town and was about 
to go home when he saw her, a tall (at 6', she stood 4" over him), 
statuesque brunette with big tits (easily a D cup) and a figure to 
match. He walked over to her. "Hey, babe, come here often?"

She turned to him and gave him an inquisitive look. "Often enough. 
Why?"

"Well, I was just wondering what your plans for the night were."

She looked him up and down. "Oh, I don't know. Find some guy, take him 
home, ply him with drinks and then have long, satisfying sex. 
Interested?"

Sam was shocked and intrigued. Never had he found a woman so forward 
and open about sex. Most seemed content to just let him take the lead. 
This one seemed strangely... refreshing. He extended his arm to the 
lady. "With a woman as beautiful as you? Most certainly."

The woman took his arm and started leading him outside. "I'll drive." 
Sam was flabbergasted, but allowed himself to be lead outside. The 
woman walked him to an expensive sports car that must have cost her 
easily in the $40-50,000 range, making Sam glad that they hadn't 
returned to his own used car.

The woman opened the passenger door for him. Despite the strangeness of 
it, Sam allowed her to help him into the car. She closed the door 
behind him, then got in on the driver's side.

"Wait a minute," he said, "what about my car?"

She gave him a smile that melted him inside. "We can come back for that 
later." Sam could only nod as she pulled out.

They drove in silence out to the richest part of town. When Sam noticed 
where they were going, he was glad that they had not gone back for his 
car. This part of town was fenced in and patrolled by rent-a-cops. Even 
if he could've managed to get in, he probably would've been followed by 
some security guard for every inch of the drive.

They pulled up in front of a mansion. Sam sat in stunned silence at the 
size of the house as the woman got out and opened the door. "Nice 
place," he murmured as she led him up the front steps of the house.

"Why, thank you," she replied.

They went inside and into a parlor. "Have a seat while I make us some 
drinks," she said.

Sam sat down on a couch as she went over to a bar and mixed some 
drinks. While she worked, he looked around. Everything in the house 
bespoke wealth. Every stick of furniture was an antique; the rugs, even 
the drapes were a rich tapestry of silk. He was still ogling the place 
when the woman returned with the drinks.

It had a strange greenish color and Sam sniffed at it. "Mmmm. Creme de 
Menthe."

"Drink up," she said as she drained her own drink.

Sam shrugged and drained his drink. The woman sat beside him on the 
couch and started rubbing his crotch. "Tell me something," she said.

"Anything."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Very."

"Do you like my tits?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Would you like a pair of your own?"

"I... huh?"

"Would you like a pair of your own?"

"What're you talking about?" Sam noticed an itching in his chest and 
reached up to scratch it. As he did so he saw that his shirt was 
starting to tent away from his chest. He watched in fascination as he 
actually grew tits. He seemed stunned until his shirt burst open, 
exposing two mammaries easily as large as the woman's. "Oh, my god!" 
Then Sam noticed it. "My voice! It's so high! What did you do to it? 
What did you do to me?" Sam grabbed his crotch and breathed a sigh of 
relief. The seat of his manhood was sill there.

"I've made you into my little play toy. And if you want to be returned 
to normal then you will obey me implicitly. Come with me." She got up 
and left the room.

Unable to do anything but comply, Sam got up and followed. They went 
upstairs and into a very effeminately decorated room. "This," she said, 
"will be your room while you are here as my girl."

"And how long will that be?"

"Well if you could pay the reversal fee, you could make the return to 
manhood tonight."

"How much is it?"

"A quarter of a million."

"Dollars?!"

"No, pesos. Yes, dollars."

"Please, have mercy. I'm just a poor college student."

"Well, if you can't afford it this year, how do you expect to afford it 
next year?"

"Next year?"

"Yes. You'll need a dose every year to prevent your body from returning 
to this state. Further, if you don't get the reversal agent or at least 
a delaying agent every 24 hours, this becomes permanent."

"Permanent?!" Sam squeaked. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Well, I go out every once in a while and find some sexist pig and 
transform him into my she-male toy."

"Sexist pig? I'm no sexist pig. What are you? Some man-hater that 
thinks that all men are pigs?"

She gave him an inquisitive look. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I have 
misjudged you. Tell me the truth now, and you may get the reversal 
agent for free for the rest of your life."

"Okay."

"Were you prepared to have sex with me tonight?"

"Truthfully, yes."

"Okay, then if you can do just one thing for me, you'll have earned 
those free dosages for life."

"Anything."

"Just tell me my name." Sam stammered for a bit, before she said, "Mm-
hmm. You were prepared to go to bed with a woman whose name you didn't 
even know, just because she looked like this." The woman waved her 
hands down her body to make her point.

"Yeah, well, what's my name?"

"Samuel Nevada. One year away from getting his Law degree from the 
local state college. Has maintained a grade point average of at least 
3.5 since graduating high school. And in the last year you have had sex 
with 230 different women, not one of which became a relationship." Sam 
was stunned. "I cull my conquests rather seriously. Now let's get you 
dressed. Get out of those men's clothes. They look silly on you."

Sam stood there for a few seconds before she said, "Oh, come now, you 
can't be shy. You were just about to expose yourself to me for sex."

Sam shrugged and undressed. It was then that Sam got a view of some of 
the features of his new body. His arms and legs were now hairless. His 
waist seemed impossibly small in comparison to his hips (which he was 
sure were now wider than they were) and his bust. His feet and hands 
were both smaller and more delicate. And he may have been imagining it, 
but it somehow felt as though he ought to be standing on the balls of 
his feet.

The woman took the clothes and threw them into a chute in the wall 
marked "Waste". She then got a tape measure out of the drawer and 
proceeded to measure Sam's new body. When she was done, she said, "Your 
new proportions are 36-30-34. And you have a C cup. You're a little 
wide in the waist, but that can be handled."

"C cup? But my tits look as big as yours. And I'd swear those were D 
cups."

"They are. But you've got a smaller frame than I do, both in height and 
around the torso. As a result your tits look bigger."

"Oh."

"Now we've got to get your waist size down. Once we've had you on a 
special diet for a couple months, you should be down to the mid-20s, 
but till then..." She went over to the closet and returned with a 
bright red, leather corset.

Sam gulped. "Do I have to wear that?"

She seemed to consider that. Finally she gave him a lustful look, like 
a man might give any beautiful woman. "Well, if you really want to walk 
around in the nude, I think I could get used to that."

Sam blushed and took the corset from her. He stepped into it and pulled 
it up around his waist. The woman stepped behind him, took the corset's 
laces and pulled them as tight as she could as he gasped for air under 
her onslaught. It wasn't until she had tied them off that Sam realized 
that the laces were in that place in his back which was hardest to 
reach. There was no way he could get in or out of the corset without 
someone else's help.

After she was finished tying him in, she went over to the small 
dresser. Pointing at the top drawer she said, "This drawer will contain 
your bras and panties." She opened it. "You'll notice it's empty. You 
won't be needing a bra till you no longer need a corset, the cups on 
the corset will provide all the support you need. And in either case 
you must earn the right to wear panties or a bra when not in your 
corset, which will not be often."

She closed the first drawer and opened the second. Inside were some 
socks (all small and feminine in style) and stockings. "This drawer 
will contain foot coverings. Except for shoes, of course, which are 
kept in the closet." She took out a pair of stockings and tossed them 
to him. "Put these on."

Sam sat down and pulled the stockings on. The stockings were different 
from any he had felt on any woman's legs. Further, they weren't elastic 
at the top, and in order to keep them from falling back down, Sam had 
to secure them using the elastic straps hanging at the bottom of the 
corset. After he was finished, he rubbed his thighs through the 
stockings. "These feel really nice."

"They should. They're silk."

"Silk?" Sam said, obviously impressed and feeling flattered. Then, to 
attempt to cover his pleasure, he said, as sarcastically as he could, 
"For a slave like me? I'm impressed."

Ignoring his sarcasm, she replied, "Don't be. I have an image to 
maintain, so even my lowliest slave gets the best clothes." Continuing 
on, she pointed to the third drawer. "This drawer will contain blouses 
and the bottom one will contain skirts, and perhaps, if you're very 
good, slacks. All must, of course, be earned."

She walked over to the closet and returned with a short, red dress. 
"Except for your corsets, stockings and heels, this will be your only 
clothing until you earn more. You will remove it before bed and wash it 
by hand, hanging it to dry for the next day. You will not be allowed to 
leave this room without it on. Doing so is grounds for punishment."

"What kind of punishment?"

"Pray you never find out." Sam gulped. The woman returned the dress to 
the closet. "You should go to bed now. You will have a long day 
tomorrow."

"What about this?" he said, waving his hands along the corset.

"To get you used to it, you will sleep in it. At least for a few 
nights."

Sam wasn't sure he could manage that; the corset was unbelievably 
tight; but being afraid to argue, all he said was, "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good. Very polite."

As she started to walk from the room, Sam asked, "Excuse me, but what 
is your name?"

"Now you ask. My name is Elaine. For the duration of your stay with me 
you will refer to me as Mistress or, more formally, Mistress Elaine."

"Yes, Mistress Elaine."

After she left, Sam noticed and went over to a full length mirror 
hanging on the back of the door and got a good look at his new body. 
Sam was stunned. Except for his hair, he was a looker! His face had 
taken on a rounder, more delicate appearance, and his arms and legs 
were both much slimmer and seemed to match his new feminine body 
perfectly. He did have to admit that Mistress (amazing how easily he 
thought of her by that title) was right. Although shapely, even in the 
corset, to be perfect, he could've stood to lose a couple inches from 
his waist. And as he stood there a thought came unbidden to his mind, 
"The red may give me a slutty look, but blue would've gone much better 
with my hair and eye color."

Sam stopped and shook his head. "Was I just critiquing my weight and 
clothes like a woman? I must be more worn out from all this than I 
thought." He walked over to the bed and crawled in and fell asleep.

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THE NEXT DAY...

Sam was awoke by a strange woman's voice. "Good morning. Wakey-wakey." 
Sam groaned, but crawled to the edge of the bed and sat up. "How'd you 
sleep?" she asked.

"Lousy."

"Not unusual. It takes a while to get used to sleeping in the corset."

"It wasn't the corset. That didn't bother me near as much as I thought 
it would. It was these strange dreams."

"Really? What about?"

"That's just it, I don't remember any details, just some really 
disturbing feelings. Oh, I'm sorry. You probably already know, but my 
name's Sam."

The woman, a striking native American woman dressed in a dress that 
looked like it was from the pre-civil-war south, complete with large 
hoop skirt, said, "Yes, I did know, but it's polite to introduce 
yourself anyways. My name is Linda, but you will refer to me as Lady 
Linda, or by the honorific, milady. I am the head of Mistress's 
domestic staff and will control your training for your stay."

"Yes, ma'am."

"No, not ma'am. Only Mistress is to be referred to as ma'am. Milady."

"Yes, milady."

"Very good. And don't worry about the dreams. Many of our staff had 
nightmares the first few nights after their transformation."

"Well, they weren't really nightmares, just disturbing."

"Well, if they continue too long, then we'll worry about it. For now 
let's get you out of that corset and into a fresh one."

"Yes, milady."

The woman helped Sam out of his corset and got out a new one, this one 
blue. After Sam got into it, he caught a look at himself in the mirror. 
"I was right," he thought, "blue is a better color for me."

Linda looked through the closet and asked, "Did Mistress issue you a 
maid's uniform?"

"No, just that red dress."

"Then let's go get you one. Follow me." Linda walked outside the room, 
but when Sam didn't follow she turned and said, "Come on."

"No."

Angrily, she asked, "Are you defying me?"

Sam was frightened, but, in a trembling voice, said, "Mistress said I 
wasn't to leave the room unless I was wearing that dress."

Linda smiled. "Very good, Sam. You passed your first test." Sam 
breathed a sigh of relief. "Although I am in charge of your day to day 
life here, Mistress is always the ultimate authority. I may give you 
conflicting commands because I want to test you or because I haven't 
been informed as to what Mistress has ordered. You are NEVER to disobey 
Mistress's commands. Understand?"

"Yes, milady."

"Further, you may be leant to others. Unless Mistress says otherwise, 
their commands do not override mine."

"Yes, milady."

Linda reentered the room. "Now let's get you into that dress."

As she got the dress from the closet, Sam asked, "Milady, may I ask a 
question?"

"Yes, you may."

"Earlier you mentioned that other members of Mistress's staff had gone 
through a transformation like mine. How many are like me? Were once 
men, I mean."

"All of us."

"All of you?"

"Yes. Mistress's entire staff is composed of obnoxious, chauvinistic 
men who realized they were happier as women. Not having any legal 
identity, Mistress was gracious enough to put us to work on her staff."

"Well, that's not going to happen to me."

As Linda helped Sam into the dress, she said, "Probably not. Not many 
do decide to become women."

"Good. I was beginning... to think..." Sam stopped, not wanting to 
voice his concerns.

"That we were going to force you to be a woman for the rest of your 
natural life?" Sam nodded. "No. As soon as Mistress feels you've 
learned your lesson, or three months have passed, whichever takes 
longer, she'll give you the reversal agent."

"So I've got to spend at least three months like this? Even if I learn 
my lesson in a week? Why?"

"Your three-month servitude will repay Mistress for the costs involved 
in creating both the transformation and the reversal agents."

Sam wanted to protest, but realized it would be useless. "So how is my 
servitude to start?"

"With breakfast." Sam raised an inquisitive eyebrow. Linda smiled and 
said, "Mistress wants to speak to you, personally. You're to serve her 
at breakfast, after which, she will speak to you about your duties."

Linda got out a pair of low heels (1/2") and gave them to Sam. After he 
put them on, she said, "Now come along."

Sam followed, amazed at how comfortable he was in the heels, and how 
easy it was to walk in them. When he mentioned it to Linda she snorted 
and said, "Wait until you've spent all day in them and then tell me 
they're comfortable. As for finding them easy to walk in..." She 
shrugged. "Maybe you're just a natural."

"That's not funny."

She looked back at him over her shoulder. "I wasn't trying to be."

They walked through the house until they reached the kitchen, where a 
collection of women were running about preparing food. There was a tray 
waiting on a counter with scrambled eggs, toast, juice, and milk on it. 
Linda pointed at it. "This is how Mistress likes her breakfast, when 
she has it, that is. You'll find that she skips a formal breakfast as 
often as not to work in her lab. Notice the firmness of the eggs. 
Mistress doesn't like them much firmer than this, but she detests runny 
eggs. The toast should be approximately this color, and she will want 
it buttered at the table, in front of her. After you take this out 
there and set it in front of her, that is what you will do. Check the 
juice and make sure there are no pits. All this has been done for you 
today, but this will be your job on later days."

"What do I do if it doesn't meet up to standards?"

Linda waved her hand to one of the girls in the kitchen and said, 
"Liz." A blonde woman with her hair in a bun, impossibly huge tits (Sam 
guessed that they must've been somewhere around an I or J cup) and a 
stern look in her eye came over. She, like everybody but him, was 
dressed in clothes from the pre-civil-war south. "This is Lady 
Elizabeth. She is in charge of the kitchen. You will rarely find 
anything seriously out of order, but if you do inform her."

Sam nodded. Elizabeth walked up to him, and gave him a cold, impersonal 
stare over her huge tits. "If Mistress ever gets imperfect food, as 
head of the kitchen, I get punished. But then, I will not only punish 
whoever prepared the food for their failure, but also you for your 
failure to catch it. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Elizabeth hauled off and slapped him. Sam wondered what he had done 
when she said, "Address me as milady! Only Mistress is ma'am!"

Holding his face, Sam said, "Yes, milady."

As she walked away, Linda said, "She takes her job rather seriously. 
Just make sure you do your job, and you won't have any troubles with 
her."

Sam watched Elizabeth walk away and despite himself, he felt attracted 
to this strong-willed blonde. He shook himself out of his reverie, and 
said, "Yes, Lady Linda." Without being prompted, Sam picked up the 
tray, and said, "Is there anything else? I don't want to keep Mistress 
waiting."

Linda smiled, pleased with Sam's initiative. She picked up a napkin and 
spread it over Sam's arm. "After placing the tray in front of her, 
place this in her lap. Be very careful not to touch her directly unless 
she prompts you to do so."

Sam nodded and Linda pointed him through another door. Sam backed 
through it, so as not to risk disturbing the food (as he had seen 
waiters do in fancy restaurants) and entered an elaborate dining room. 
Sitting at a huge, antique table was Mistress Elaine. He walked up and 
set the tray in front of her. As he spread the napkin in her lap, he 
said, "Good morning, ma'am."

She neatly folded a paper she was reading and set it to one side. "Good 
morning, Samuel." Sam breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He had been 
worried that Mistress would force him to take a feminine name, and he 
wasn't sure he could deal with that. "How did you sleep?"

"I had some bad dreams, but Lady Linda assures me that that's not 
unusual, and that they'll go away in a few days."

"If they don't, make sure to inform me. Have a seat."

Sam sat down in the seat nearest to her. As he watched her eat, he 
realized how hungry he was, but remained silent as she finished her 
meal. As she wiped her mouth with the napkin, he worked up the nerve to 
say, "Ma'am?"

"Yes, Samuel?"

"I know you mentioned that I would be on a special diet, but I'm 
awfully hungry, and I was wondering... Will I be allowed any breakfast, 
at all?"

"Of course. Starvation diets don't work. But you will eat after I do. 
Linda will show you where."

"Yes, ma'am."

"After breakfast, my chauffeur will take you to a local beauty salon 
and get you fixed up. Then you will return here and Linda will instruct 
you in your day's duties."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mistress Elaine pulled out a bottle full of something green. "This is 
your delaying agent. It will keep you from becoming a woman 
permanently, at least for the next twenty-four hours. It should be 
taken on an empty stomach, so drink up."

Sam took the bottle and quickly downed it. He felt a brief tingle 
throughout his body. "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're quite welcome." Mistress stood up, and began to leave the room. 
As she passed Sam, she said, "You know, you really do make a striking 
woman." Sam winced a bit. Not because he hated what she had said, but 
because he knew she was right and, somehow, that pleased him more than 
he cared to admit.

After she left, Linda walked in. "Now, would you like to go to the 
salon, or have breakfast first?"

"Breakfast, milady."

"As you wish. Follow me."

Sam got up and followed Linda as she went downstairs into the sub-
floors. Linda walked into a room that looked like the observation rooms 
on cop shows, the place where cops and witnesses could observe 
criminals without being seen. Through the observation window Sam saw a 
man strapped into a chair. The man was dressed in a skirt, with no 
underwear, either panties or boxers, but was naked from the waist up. 
"What's going on?" he yelled. "Where am I?"

Sam stared at the man as he ranted. "Look familiar?" Linda asked.

"Yes, he does, but I can't place where from."

"His name is David McCarrey."

"The serial rapist?!"

"Exactly."

Sam remembered the case. David McCarrey had been a rapist who had been 
caught and put on trial. He had been caught red-handed with evidence 
for one rape, and there had been evidence he had committed many more. 
Unfortunately, a mistake on the search warrant had gotten the most 
substantial evidence thrown out, and he had gone free. Then, just a 
couple days before Sam had gone out on his fateful bar-hopping trip, 
David McCarrey had disappeared altogether.

"Mistress brought him here, pumped him full of a special truth serum 
she had designed, and found out how many rapes he had committed. And 
it's far more than even the police suspect."

"So now what are you going to do with him?"

"Watch."

Sam watched as a large breasted woman (like Elizabeth, her tits were 
around a J cup size) walked in. The man became profane, then 
apologetic, then imploring as the woman prepared a syringe of 
something, and injected him in the arm.

After she injected him, the man briefly became profane again before he 
suddenly stopped. An euphoric look crossed the man's face and he sat 
there as his chest started growing breasts. He looked down and smiled 
stupidly as his breasts quickly passed Sam's in size. They continued to 
grow, past Mistress's (and Linda's, who also had D cups), till they 
reached the huge size sported by Elizabeth and the woman who drugged 
him to begin with. But they didn't stop there. They continued growing 
till they were larger even than his own torso, extending past his own 
knees and arms in length. Sam wondered how big they would get, when 
they eventually stopped growing. They were as large as... Well, Sam 
couldn't think of anything they were as large as, but they were so 
large that the man wouldn't have been able to touch his own nipples 
with his fingertips. And his nipples were now as impossibly large as 
the rest of his tits, and looked more like the teats on a cow's udder 
than any human nipples.

The woman walked up and unfearfully released the man. He didn't even 
stand (Sam wondered if he could with his new tits). He just reached up 
and massaged the sides of his new tits. He tried to reach his own 
nipples and Sam had been right, he couldn't reach them. After a few 
seconds, the man looked up at the woman and wailed plaintively.

She looked down at him. "Are your nipples sore?" she asked. He just 
nodded and made another plaintive sound. "Would you like me to do 
something about it?" The man nodded. The woman took a scolding tone. 
"You remember what you did to those ladies?" The man got a sad look in 
his eyes and lowered his head. "Remember?!" The man looked up at her 
and made an agreeing noise.

"Why doesn't he say anything?" Sam asked.

"He can't," Linda explained. "He's undergone a chemical IQ adjustment. 
He's literally nothing more than an animal as far as his thought 
processes go. He remembers everything, he just doesn't have the 
cognitive capabilities to understand it anymore."

Sam gulped as the woman continued. "Do you realize what you did was 
wrong?" The man nodded and made his little agreeing noise, but Sam 
could tell he would've agreed if the woman had asked if the sky was 
green and grass was blue. "Alright, then. Come with me." The man tried 
to rise, but couldn't manage it. He stared at his tits with a mystified 
look in his eyes. The woman waited patiently until the man figured out 
(and it took him a few minutes to figure it out) that by placing his 
own arms under his tits, and lifting he could manage to stand and walk 
slowly.

Sam finally got a good look at the man. Unlike Sam the man still looked 
basically male with three exceptions. The first, and most obvious, was, 
of course, his tits. The second, was his hips, which were now extremely 
wide. So wide, in fact, that his skirt was widely flared out, and his 
penis was plainly visible. The third difference was his feet, which 
were now extremely wide and long. They must've been a size 20 or more.

After the rapist and woman left, Linda said, "Come on."

As Sam walked with Linda, he asked, "Why wasn't he made to look like a 
woman?"

Linda sneered. "Why give him the privilege? He's still David McCarrey, 
the rapist. And even though he's got the IQ of a cow, part of him, 
every time he looks in a mirror, will see David McCarrey with tits 
bigger than any woman he ever raped."

"But why the change to his hips and feet? And why the skirt?"

"He wears a skirt as a sign of his emasculation. Although he can 
experience orgasm, he is no longer capable of erection. The feet are 
made so much larger to provide extra support for his back. Those tits 
will eventually destroy his back anyways, but the larger feet and the 
reinforced muscles in his back will help offset when that happens."

"And the hips?"

Linda just smiled. "It's time to find out."

They walked down the hall and into a room. Inside was a line of "men" 
like McCarrey, a score of big-tittied men with huge hips. All were 
kneeling down, their breasts resting comfortably in indentations in the 
floor in front of them, and had some kind of machine hooked up to their 
nipples. At the other end of the room were five women in large hoop 
skirts like the one Linda was wearing sitting around a table playing 
cards.

"What do you think?" Linda asked.

"It looks like a... milking operation."

"Very good."

Sam saw a door open on the other side of the room, and the woman who 
had dosed McCarrey walked in, quickly followed by McCarrey and his tits 
(which were small in comparison to some of the men in the room). The 
woman walked in and pointed at the end of the line. "Kneel here."

The man carefully knelt down, but fell the last couple feet. Luckily 
the indentations were padded, and he didn't hurt himself. One of the 
girls from the table came over and helped get the man to a kneeling 
position. They then locked the man's wrists and knees down so he 
couldn't move, which Sam found strange since none of the other men were 
locked down. They hooked him up to the machine, and, when nothing else 
happened, he looked up at her and made that plaintive, begging sound. 
The woman stroked his head and said, "Don't worry, cow #321. Someone 
will be along shortly to help you get your milk started." She looked to 
the woman in the hoop skirt and said, "He's all yours," then left.

The woman walked up to the man, released a catch on her skirt and let 
it fall. Sam was shocked, not by the fact that the woman had no 
petticoats or panties (which Sam was surprised to find himself noticing 
despite everything), but by the HUGE dick which was now visible, a dick 
a horse would've been jealous of. It was flaccid, and yet still hung 
down almost a foot and a half from her crotch, and was so big around 
Sam didn't think he could get one hand around it.

The woman stepped from the skirt, lifted her dick and waved it in front 
of the man's face. The man sniffed at it as if he couldn't understand 
what this huge thing in front of him was. He drew back a bit when he 
recognized the smell of what it was. He watched her, trembling, as she 
walked behind him. When she went to her knees and started stroking her 
dick, he seemed to know instinctively what she was about to do, and 
tried to lurch away, but he was held far too securely. When the woman 
was fully erect (2 1/2' of dick) she placed her dickhead at the man's 
ass and slammed in, amazingly going all the way in.

Linda told him, "That's why his ass was made so large. To accommodate 
the bulls."

Sam watched, shocked, but unable to look away. The man tried to 
struggle away but couldn't, and his struggles only excited the woman. 
It only took a couple minutes before she was orgasming and spraying 
semen in his ass. A few seconds after she came the man settled down, 
and stared at his tits. That same euphoric look he had earlier overcame 
him, as he (and Sam) saw a white substance flowing through the tubes 
attached to his nipples. The woman started moving again, but this time 
the man, instead of trying to get away, surged backwards against her, 
participating in his own fucking.

As the two of them went at it, another "cow" started mooing (for that 
was how Sam had come to think of the plaintive wailing) and another of 
the girls went behind him, and with no ceremony, lifted her skirt 
(revealing a cock as large as the other girl's), and plunged in. 
Amazingly, the man had lifted his ass, and was participating in his own 
fucking with total abandon.

"Is all this necessary?" he asked.

"Yes, these men are now sperm-to-milk converters. The bulls pump them 
full of semen, their bodies absorb it, and start producing milk, which 
soothes the soreness in their nipples, and produces a euphoria which 
they quickly become addicted to. They know they're addicted to being 
sodomized, but they can't help it."

"So why'd you bring me here?"

"For breakfast."

Linda reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. She took two 
pills from it, handed one to Sam and walked over to the man getting his 
ass reamed. "This is breakfast?"

"No," she said as she disconnected the tubes from his tits, "these are 
to keep our bodies from absorbing too much fat." After the tubes were 
disconnected, the man looked at his tits (still dripping milk) and 
whimpered.

"From what?"

"From the breast milk. Children need much more fat than we do for 
proper nerve and brain development, so breast milk is high in fat." She 
knelt down in front of the man and popped the pill. "Dig in," she said, 
as she took the man's nipple and started sucking it.

Sam was about to refuse as his stomach started to grumble. He looked 
around, and finally figuring, "What the hell," sat down, popped the 
pill, took the other tit in hand, and started sucking. The man cooed as 
Sam and Linda sucked. Sam found the milk warmer and sweeter then any he 
had found before and sucked until he had his fill.

When Sam pulled off, Linda had already finished, and was waiting. She 
quickly showed him how to disconnect and reconnect the hoses (in case 
he had to attend meals alone). She went over to talk to one of the 
bulls, and when she came back, she asked, "Why the stares?"

"Stares?"

"You were staring at my skirt."

Sam blushed and dropped his eyes. "I'm sorry. It was improper of me."

"You're blushing. That's so cute. Yes, it was improper, but let me 
guess, after seeing that I and the bulls wear the same type of skirt, 
you were wondering what size my dick was." Sam's blush reddened and he 
nodded. Linda smiled a knowing smile. "Let's just say that my dick size 
is such that I cannot and never will be able to be a bull."

"Thank you for sharing, milady." As Sam's blush went away, he asked, 
"What were you and the other bull commenting on?"

"Oh, she just wanted to tell me how cute she thought you were." Linda 
laughed an amused laugh as Sam reddened even worse than before.

***************

LATER THAT EVENING...

Sam stumbled into his room, exhausted. After returning from the salon 
(and he had to admit, they had done a fabulous job, he was one hot 
babe), he had been put to work in the kitchen till lunch. And Elizabeth 
had worked him like a dog. The work itself wasn't that bad, but the 
heat and steam had undone the work that had been done on his hair, 
which upset him worse than the heavy work load. After lunch (another 
trip to visit the cows) he had been put to work in the upstairs 
housekeeping staff. There was less of that work, but it was a lot more 
strenuous than the kitchen work. By the time he was finished, he had 
felt like he had personally cleaned the entire upstairs. Worse yet, he 
had worked the entire day in heels and that tight, red dress. And, he 
remembered, he still had yet to wash it for tomorrow. After work, he 
had had a light dinner (Sam was surprised and disappointed when it 
wasn't another trip to the cows) and come up here.

He reached behind him to try to get to the zipper, when he heard 
Mistress say, "Don't do that, yet."

He spun around. "Mistress?"

"Your duties aren't finished."

Sam whimpered a bit and said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Relax. Lady Elizabeth sometimes has trouble getting to bed. You're to 
go in and help relax her."

With trepidation, Sam asked, "How?"

"However she wants. Now go on, her room is down the hall, third door on 
the right."

Sam deflated a bit, but said, "Yes, ma'am."

As he walked through the door, Mistress said, "Samuel."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I've received nothing but glowing reports about you. You'll be 
entitled to panties and a maid's uniform tomorrow."

Sam curtsied. He said, "Thank you, ma'am," and ran down the hall. He 
was in front of the door to Lady Elizabeth's room, about to knock, when 
he thought to himself, "Did I just curtsy?"

He shook his head and knocked on the door. He heard Elizabeth's voice 
inside. "Enter."

Sam opened the door and stepped inside. "Mistress sent me."

Elizabeth was shaking her hair out. Out of the bun, her hair fell to 
her shoulders, and made her even more beautiful then she was in the 
kitchen. "Come on in, dearie." She looked in the mirror she was sitting 
in front of and sighed. "I love the kitchen but it sure does play havoc 
with my hair." She handed a brush back over her shoulder. "Brush me 
out, dearie."

Sam took the brush and started to brush out her hair. "Oh, that's nice. 
One of the benefits of being a woman is having someone brush out your 
hair."

In a somewhat melancholy voice, Sam said, "I wouldn't know."

Elizabeth suddenly grabbed his hand. "Now where did... Oh, I forgot you 
were so new." She patted her lap. "Sit down and let big sister talk to 
you." Sam looked down, afraid to take her up on the offer. She just 
patted her lap again and said, "Come on."

Sam took a chance and sat down on her lap. She wrapped one arm around 
Sam to support him, and took his far hand in hers. "Samuel, it is still 
Samuel, you haven't changed it?" Sam shook his head. "Samuel, your big 
sister, when it comes to her job as head of the kitchen, gets a 
little..."

"Determined?"

Elizabeth laughed a light-hearted laugh that put Sam at ease. "Thanks 
for trying to be polite, but I was looking for a stronger version of 
the word obsessed. I don't mean anything by it. And I really am sorry I 
slapped you earlier." She kissed Sam on the cheek where she had slapped 
him earlier, a kiss that had no sexual content, and made Sam feel like 
he was back on the farm being kissed by his big sister. "Forgive your 
big sister?"

Sam smiled and said, "I guess so."

"Good. Now why don't you finish brushing out my hair, and I'll do the 
same for you." Sam took the hairbrush and brushed out her hair. After 
he was finished, Elizabeth sat him down and brushed out his hair. "You 
have such pretty hair. I love the raven black color. I can't wait till 
it grows longer. You'll only be allowed to keep it this short if you're 
permanently posted to the kitchen."

"Well, to be honest, I don't intend to be here so long that it becomes 
an issue."

Elizabeth gave him a quizzical look. "How long do you think you'll be 
staying?"

"The three month minimum. I'm going to be a good and dutiful young lady 
for the duration, then return to being a man."

"And how long do you expect your hair to grow in that time?"

"Maybe a couple inches."

Elizabeth bent down and whispered in his ear, "Take a good look, hun. 
It's already that much longer."

Sam stared at himself in the mirror. She was right! His hair was 
longer! "How?"

"Side effect of the transformation drug. For the next couple weeks, 
your hair will grow at a rate of about 2 inches a day. We all went 
through it. Don't worry, if and when you return to manhood, Mistress 
pays for the haircut."

Sam just stared at himself for a while then asked, "Lady Elizabeth?"

"Yes?"

"May I ask... What is your story? How did you decide to become 
Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth stopped and seemed to consider it for a while. Finally, she 
said, "I was a cook. And if you think I'm bad now, I was an unholy 
terror as a man. And despite being very good at my job, that attitude 
kept getting me fired from job after job.

"Well, at one point, I had been out of a job for three months and had 
pretty much given up. I was sitting at home drinking, and wasting my 
wife's income on pay per view adult movies. I had a particular passion 
for those that featured those huge, big breasted porno stars.

"My wife came home, and exploded at me. We got into a big fight and 
I... I..."

Sam looked up and saw her eyes tearing up. Sam took her hand and said, 
"If you don't want to say, it's okay."

"No. I started this. I can get through it." Then taking the time to 
state every word individually, she said, "I. raped. my. wife."

"Oh, my."

"Yeah, well I woke up the next day, and she was gone. And, in that way 
drunks have of justifying anything they do, I blew her off, figuring 
she had decided to leave me. Later that night, she came back, acting as 
though nothing had happened. I didn't even have the guts to apologize. 
She mixed me up a drink, and not even thinking anything about it, I 
drank it. Next thing I knew I had a pair of A cup tits on my chest, a 
small waist, a high voice, and my wife telling me that if I ever wanted 
to be back to normal, I'd best obey her."

"Been there, done that," Sam said lightly.

Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, but my formula had an extra component. If my 
blood alcohol ever passed .05 percent, half the legal limit at the 
time, the formula would burn up the alcohol for fuel to cause my 
breasts to grow a cup size. It was now impossible for me to get drunk, 
but it was possible for me to drink my way to gargantuan tits. Of 
course, my wife didn't warn me about this, went out shopping for me, 
and, by the time she got back, I had managed to drink my way up to a D 
cup.

"She was upset. During my layoff, I had managed to go through most of 
our savings on pure waste, and she barely had been able to afford the 
first shopping trip. So we moved in with Mistress Elaine. I was posted 
to the kitchen, and it was during those first couple weeks that I 
discovered that I was an alcoholic. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't 
stop drinking, and every three days or so, I'd go on a small bender and 
grow a cup size larger. I was all the way up to a G cup, before I went 
behind my wife's back and asked Mistress to change the formula so that 
not only would I grow tits, but the growth would be incredibly painful.

"You see, I can't stand pain. And my wife knew it. She didn't want me 
in pain, just punished for what I had done to her. Well with the extra 
incentive, I soon had my drinking under control. And I served the rest 
of my three months stone cold sober."

"So why'd you decide to become Elizabeth? Why not go back to being a 
guy?"

"Well, I told you I was worse in the kitchen as a guy then as a girl. 
And as long as there was the prospect of going back it was like there 
was this dark specter that was my old masculinity looming over me. The 
closer I got to that three month date, the more depressed I got. The 
night before I was scheduled to return, my wife took me out on the town 
in an effort to cheer me up. Just us two lesbian lovers going out to 
dinner. Well, after dinner I told her that I had something to say, and 
she said the same. So in an effort to get it out first we both blurted 
out at the same time that we wanted me not to go back. We laughed and 
had a happy night. The next day we made it permanent and I've had a 
great life ever since."

"What happened to your wife?"

"Oh, she's just out of town on a business trip. We live here together."

"Oh."

Suddenly the phone rang. Elizabeth ran over and got it. "Susie! How's 
the trip, going? Uh, huh. Just like clockwork. It's been terrible 
sleeping here without you. A new girl, you haven't met her yet. The 
name is Samuel. Yes, a real looker. Okay." She looked to Sam. "She 
wants to talk to you."

As Sam took the phone, Elizabeth whispered to him, "She is Lady Susan 
to you."

Sam nodded and said, "Hello, Lady Susan."

"Hello, hun, is Lizzie being nice to you?"

"Lady Elizabeth is being quite kind to me now."

"Now? As in you worked in the kitchen earlier, right?"

"Uhm, yeah."

Susan laughed. "Don't worry, hun, if she rode you too hard. She's like 
that with everyone. But she's a real teddy bear in the sack. Will you 
be staying the night?"

"If she wants."

"Look, she'll be too shy to ask," which Sam found hard to believe, "so 
do me a favor and stay the night with her?"

"Uhm, okay."

"And if you two get... exceptionally friendly tonight, you have my 
permission to do anything but fuck her ass. That piece of meat is for 
me and my dildo." Sam could feel himself turning bright red. "Could you 
put Lizzie back on?"

"Sure."

Sam handed the phone back to Elizabeth who said, "Hi, hun, I'm back." 
After a few seconds, she was blushing furiously. "Huuuun. No, I don't 
think I will. I don't think he's ready for that. First day. You may be 
wrong. Okay, see ya when you get back." Elizabeth hung up the phone.

"What was that last bit about?"

"Oh, nothing. Help me out of these clothes and into a bath."

Sam helped her out of her dress. Sam was amazed to find that she was 
wearing a corset that was so stiff and tight that his own must've felt 
roomy in comparison. "Does Mistress require a corset for everyone?"

"Oh, no. Once figure training is finished, it's optional. But I need 
the extra support for my tits."

"Should I take it off now?"

"First draw the bath. Then I'll need help out of it."

"Yes, ma'...," Elizabeth gave Sam a stern look as he started to say 
ma'am, "milady."

Elizabeth smiled. "Go on, now. I like my bath water as hot as you can 
stand it."

Sam bowed and went into the bathroom. He turned the water up as hot as 
he could stand and filled the tub. After it was finished, he called to 
Elizabeth. She walked in, touched her hand to the water and said, 
"Perfect."

"Shall I help you out of your corset now?"

"First, let's get you out of yours."

Sam balked. "Uh, miss, I..."

She took his hand. "Sam, relax, I'm not going to do anything you don't 
want. At least not sexually. But I enjoy someone being with me in the 
water. And if you're going to be there, you don't want to get your 
dress and corset soaked, a particularly bad idea with the leather in 
the corset."

"But I..."

"Sam, if I have to, I will order you to remove your clothes. I'd prefer 
this to be your choice, but I will have you naked with me in the tub."

"I don't know..."

Elizabeth crossed her heart. "I promise, I won't even cop a feel of 
your tits."

"Okay," Sam said as he turned around so Elizabeth could undo the zipper 
on his dress. He felt relieved at Elizabeth's promise, but, strangely, 
also disappointed. Wasn't he pretty enough? Didn't he have a good body? 
He was shocked, but also a little pleased, when she grabbed his ass as 
she pulled the dress down over it.

Playfully, Elizabeth said, "Never promised not to cop a feel there." 
Sam realized she was playing and returned her guileless smile. She 
helped him out of his corset and stockings, then he helped her out of 
hers. As Sam helped remove her panties, part of him was pleased to note 
that her dick (and even confronted by this evidence of her once 
masculinity, he was unable to think of her as a man) was slightly 
smaller than his own.

Sam got into the tub first then helped her in. They scrubbed each other 
and played a bit, but finally Sam noticed his hand drifting towards 
Elizabeth's tit. He stopped himself and asked, "May I? Touch it I 
mean?"

Elizabeth gave him a serious look. "Sam, there's a rule here in regards 
to sex. A rule that applies to newbies like yourself as well as to me. 
That rule is share and share alike. If you give pleasure, you have a 
right to expect pleasure. And if you take pleasure from another, they 
have a right to expect an equal amount of pleasure from you. Now, if 
you really want, you can stroke my tits, but I get pleasure from 
feeling up tits just like you do. And if you do stroke me, that is an 
automatic granting of permission for me to do the same to you. And I 
assure you, if you grant that permission, I will take advantage of it."

Sam thought about it. Did he really want to give permission to this 
woman, to any woman, to touch him in that way? Not that he wasn't 
curious as to how it felt, but he knew that if he let it happen, it 
would be admitting to... something; he still wasn't sure of what that 
something was, but something.

While he sat there in a quandary, his body seemed to make the decision 
for him as his hand drifted closer and closer to Elizabeth. When he 
noticed it, he finally decided, "What the hell," and consciously 
reached to the she-male and stroked her massive mammaries.

Elizabeth moaned as her hands reached towards Sam's tits. Sam tensed up 
just as her hands touched him, but as a wave of pleasure flooded his 
body, he relaxed and leaned into her hands. Sam closed his eyes and 
moaned loudly, drowning out Elizabeth with his pleasure. He didn't know 
how it happened (and surprisingly, didn't care) but when his wits came 
together, he and Elizabeth were openly kissing, each tonguing the 
other's mouth. Sam found himself moving closer to Elizabeth, rubbing 
his body against hers, his tits to hers, even his cock against hers. 
Suddenly, her body tensed, and convulsed. Sam felt a smooth substance 
brush his cock in the water as she held him close to her.

They lay in the water in each other's arms until Elizabeth looked into 
Sam's eyes and said, "I owe you an orgasm."

As her hands reached to his tits, he protested, "That's really not 
necessary."

Elizabeth stifled him with a kiss and said, "Sam, shut up and let me 
pleasure you." Sam quieted himself as her hands rubbed and stroked him, 
roaming his tits, arms, abdomen, and legs. The only part of his body 
her hands didn't touch was his cock, and Sam was amazed when he tensed 
up and sprayed into the water. When he was finished and had time (and 
the concentration) to think, he realized he had cum like a girl, with 
no direct touching of his genitalia. Part of him was bothered by this, 
but part of him, a part he shoved down deep in his psyche, wanted more 
of the same.

Sam barely had time to ponder, before Elizabeth's foot found the chain 
on the bath plug, and she deftly pulled it from the drain. She stood 
and helped him from the tub. The quickly toweled each other off, and 
Elizabeth shyly asked, "Will you be staying the night? You don't have 
to if you don't want to."

Sam remembered his promise to Elizabeth's wife, and said, "I'd like 
that," realizing only after he said it that that was what he'd like.

Elizabeth smiled, and, returning to big sister mode, hugged him in a 
non-sexual way. "Let's go to bed."

Sam smiled, and started to walk out of the room with her, but then saw 
his dress on the floor and remembered what he had been told about it. 
"I've got to wash my dress."

"Okay, I'll help."

"No, it's my job. I want to be able to say I took care of it, if I'm 
asked about it tomorrow."

"Understandable, but have you ever hand-washed a dress before?" Sam 
shook his head. "Then you'll at least need an instructor and coach. 
Come on, I've got some mild detergent under the sink."

Sam was grateful for her help as she coached him through the procedure 
and helped him smooth out the dress as he hung it up. Sam took his 
corset, and as he started to put it on, she asked what he was doing. 
"Mistress instructed me to wear it to bed. At least for the first few 
nights, she said."

Elizabeth helped him into it as she complimented him on his obedience. 
As she helped him, he asked, "Milady? If I may ask, why did you choose 
the name Elizabeth?"

"Actually, it was originally intended to be degrading. One of the first 
things my wife threatened to do to me was lend me out to guys. After I 
whined that I didn't like guys, she said that since I was now a girl 
and only liked girls I must be a lesbian. So she named me Lizzie the 
lezzie. It just seemed right to keep it after I decided to make the 
change permanent."

After he was "dressed", he helped her into a frilly night gown, and 
they climbed into bed together, cuddled like long lost friends, and 
fell asleep.

It was the middle of the night when Sam sat upright in bed. He was 
panting heavily. Elizabeth murmured and woke. When she noticed Sam 
shaking, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's just... some nightmares."

Elizabeth pulled him down beside her and said, "Tell big sister all 
about it."

Sam allowed himself to snuggle with her and said, "That's just it. I 
don't remember. I woke up a couple times with the cold sweats last 
night, but every time I try to remember why, I can't."

Elizabeth held him tight and said, "The nightmares. I remember those. 
After I was transformed, I had nightmares of being raped. Of having 
someone do to me what I had done to my wife."

Sam shivered and said, "But I've never raped anyone. Alright, I may 
have been a chauvinist. I admit that, but nothing so bad that I should 
be having nightmares so bad I can't remember them."

Sam started to cry as Elizabeth held him to her. "It's okay. It's okay, 
hun. You go ahead and cry into big sister's shoulder." Sam dissolved 
into a sobbing mass, and Elizabeth held him close throughout it.

When he was finished, she looked him in the eye, and asked, "Feel 
better?"

Sam wiped a tear out of his eye and said, "Yeah, I do. Look at me. I'm 
bawling like a-"

"Like a girl?"

Sam gave her a disapproving glare, but when he saw that she was just 
teasing, he returned the tease by saying, "I don't know about that. I 
can't ever see you bawling like this, so it can't be that girlie."

Elizabeth gave Sam a quick kiss and said, "That's the sweetest thing 
you ever said." Sam felt her hand on his dick. "It deserves a reward." 
Remembering what she had told him earlier, he reached for her dick. She 
stopped him. "That's not necessary. This is a freebie."

Surprising himself, he continued to reach for her. "I don't mind." She 
started to protest, but Sam silenced her with a kiss. "Elizabeth, shut 
up and let me pleasure you." Elizabeth noticed that he was using her 
own words on her and smiled. They kissed delicately as each stroked the 
other to hardness.

When they were both hard, Elizabeth said, "Sam, there's something I'd 
like to do with you. A pleasure I'd like to show you, but it may be a 
little more intimate than you're ready for."

Sam gulped. "You don't want to... fuck me? Do you?"

"No. Well, yes, but that's not what I was thinking about. Do you trust 
me?"

"Of course."

Elizabeth moved so that their dicks were touching. The tip of his dick 
was touching just above her dick and her own was firmly nestled in the 
crook between her dick and balls. She wrapped her hand around the twin 
poles. "Now wrap your own hand around them and interlace your fingers 
with mine."

Sam did as he was told, and together they started to pump their cocks. 
Sam looked to Elizabeth and kissed her. He was soon overwhelmed with 
the intimacy and sexuality of the moment, and was madly bucking his 
hips against hers. His own free hand found her breast and started to 
knead. Responding to and mirroring his action, she found his tit and 
kneaded it. Soon they both exploded together in orgasm.

After they calmed down, they cuddled and fell asleep together.

Sam woke up later, due to another nightmare he couldn't remember to 
find Elizabeth missing. He sat up and looked around. She walked into 
the room from the bathroom, her hair up in a bun. "Oh, I'm sorry, did 
my leaving the bed wake you?" Sam just made a kind of assenting sound 
which Elizabeth took as a yes. "Sorry. But since you're up anyways, can 
you help me into my corset?"

Sam got out of bed and helped secure her into the corset. "Why don't 
you crawl back into bed and get another hour of sleep? I have to be up 
early to get the kitchen ready."

Not wanting to risk more nightmares, but not wanting to bother 
Elizabeth, he lied, saying, "If I go to bed now, I'll never be able to 
get up in another hour."

As Elizabeth slipped on her panties, she said, "Well then, I guess 
you'd better stay up." She pulled a new dress out of the closet. "Can 
you get me a new pair of stockings out of the dresser? Third drawer." 
Sam got a new pair of stockings for her and helped her into them, when 
she sat down. "A looker, sweet, and helpful. You know, Sam, if you're 
like this when you make your return to manhood, any woman would be 
pleased to have you for a boyfriend."

"Thanks."

As she pulled the dress on over her head, she said, "I mean it, Sam. A 
girl appreciates a little courtesy, and TLC." Sam just smiled as he 
zipped her up. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and as she slipped on 
her shoes, asked, "Sam, I... I rarely ask anyone to do this more than 
once in a row, but my wife isn't due back till day after tomorrow and I 
was wondering..."

"If I'd stay another night with you?" Elizabeth nodded shyly. "I'd love 
to."

Elizabeth smiled. As she walked to the door, Sam could almost see her 
change. She looked back to him and said, in the stern voice of the head 
of the kitchen staff, "If you get posted to the kitchen, remember, it's 
not personal."

"Yes, milady."

After Elizabeth left, Sam quickly got dressed and returned to his room. 
He waited for a half an hour before Linda walked in. "Oh, hello, Sam. I 
figured you'd still be in Elizabeth's room."

Perpetuating the lie, he said, "After spending the night with her, I 
found I couldn't sleep when she woke up."

"That's kind of sweet. Come on. Let's get you into a new corset and 
your new outfit."

They quickly dressed him in a new outfit (Sam found the maid's uniform 
more comforting, but definitely less flattering to his new figure), and 
went down to the kitchen. Elizabeth was all business, acting as though 
nothing had happened last night. Sam checked the breakfast, and, 
noticing that the toast seemed a little dark, mentioned it to 
Elizabeth. She agreed and quickly had it replaced. Sam then took it out 
and served Mistress Elaine.

The morning went mostly the same as it had the day before, until 
shortly before Lunch. A strange brunette walked in the kitchen. Sam 
found that a little strange, but she smiled knowingly and put her 
finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Sam was about to say 
something when he noticed others smiling conspiratorially. He watched 
in fascination as the woman walked right up behind Elizabeth, then 
goosed her. Elizabeth jumped straight up and spun around. When she saw 
who it was, she screamed, "Susie!" and hugged the woman to her. After a 
few seconds, the embrace ended and Elizabeth said, "What happened? You 
said you wouldn't be home for a couple days yet."

"The convention ended early, and I just couldn't stay away from you a 
moment later."

Elizabeth kissed her deeply, then said, "You know I love you?" Susan 
nodded. "Good. Then get out of my kitchen." As Susan smiled and walked 
away, Elizabeth playfully swatted her behind.

As Susan walked by Sam, she asked, "This the new girl?"

"Yes, now go!"

Susan looked him up and down. "You were right, she's a looker."

Elizabeth pointed to the door. "GO!"

Just before Susie left the room, she turned back to Elizabeth and said, 
"Now that I've met her, I'm doubly sure I'm right," and giggled and 
ducked out of the room as Elizabeth threw a dish towel at her.

Sam asked one of the girls he was working with (a woman with a pair of 
E cups), "What was that about?"

"Well, apparently, Susan has the ability to tell whether or not a 
person is going to stay just by talking to them. My guess is she thinks 
you're going to stay a woman."

Sam continued to stir the pot of soup he was working on. "Not bloody 
likely."

"Okay."

"What? She's never been wrong? Nobody she's ever thought would stay a 
woman left here a man?"

"Oh, sure."

"There you go."

"But every last one of them was back within a couple weeks begging 
Mistress to change them back into a woman."

"Well, not me."

The woman gave him a knowing smile and just tended her vegetables.

Later that day, shortly after Lunch, Elizabeth pulled him aside, and 
said, "Sam, I know I asked you to spend the night, and if you still 
want to spend the night, you're welcome to come, but..."

"But your wife is back in town after a brief separation and you'd like 
to spend it alone with her."

Elizabeth nodded. "Do you mind? Susie's told me that you're welcome any 
time if you want to spend the night."

"I don't mind. You and your wife have a great night together."

Elizabeth gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek, and ran back to the 
kitchen. Sam took a brief break to cry in the bathroom.

***************

ONE WEEK LATER...

Sam had spent the entire week working the kitchen in the morning, and 
going from post to post in the afternoon, learning the entire house 
from stem to stern. He found he liked most of the work. His one problem 
was the nightmares, always waking him up two or three times a night, 
and always slipping away as he awoke.

Finally, one morning, he was about to take Mistress's food to her, when 
Elizabeth stopped him. He asked why, but she just stared at him, and 
said, "Stay here. Stay right here!" and walked out to the dining area. 
Sam froze in place, afraid to move, and wondering what he had done. 
Soon Elizabeth returned, and said, "Mistress wishes to speak with you." 
Sam picked up the tray, but she said, "Leave the food."

Sam set the tray down and walked out to the dining room. "You called 
for me, ma'am?"

"Sit down, Samuel." Sam sat down. "Sam, I've been getting some 
complaints about you."

Sam gulped. "What complaints, ma'am? I assure you, I shall endeavor to 
correct my behavior."

"Yes, I'm sure you will. And that's part of the enigma."

"Ma'am?"

"Sam, when the mistakes first started rolling in, I thought you were 
reverting to type. It's happened before. A man tries extra hard when 
first transformed in hopes that I'll show some favoritism and change 
him back, but upon learning that I won't goes right back to being his 
old chauvinistic self.

"But that didn't happen with you. All the girls say you have been 
nothing but the most pleasant, most cordial, most... well, feminine 
person. They also say that if anybody points out the mistakes you make, 
you will, without prompting, double your workload to make up for it. 
Now, Elizabeth comes out here and tells me that you almost let runny 
eggs get by you, and asks me to intercede to find out what's wrong.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Elizabeth to notice 
anything other than the kitchen when she's working? Oh, if she'd've 
come out here and said that she'd had to punish you for missing it, 
that I could understand. But she comes out here and asks for 
intercession. Not if you'd been reverting to your old type.

"So tell me. What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know what to say, ma'am. Only to say that I promise to do 
better from now on."

Mistress Elaine took Sam's chin in hand and turned his face from side 
to side. She seemed to consider him for a few seconds, before finally 
asking, "Are the nightmares over with?" When Sam let a brief look of 
shock pass his face, she said, "That's it, isn't it?" Sam lowered his 
head and nodded. "I told you to come to me if they continued for more 
than a few days. So what's happening in them?"

Almost crying, Sam said, "I don't know, Mistress. I still can't 
remember them."

"Still? Alright, that's it. Sam, I want you to return to your room and 
rest there today. You may stop by the library and pick up a few books 
if you'd like. But you're to take the day off."

"But what of my workload, Mistress?"

"The girls will understand. You've made quite an impression on my 
staff, and all are very concerned for you. Now, back to your room."

"Yes, ma'am."

Sam stopped by the library and picked up some law books (Mistress had a 
large library with a large selection of all types of books) and 
returned to his room. He spent the day reading, and occasionally 
falling asleep, only to be awakened shortly thereafter by more 
nightmares.

It was around 7 that evening when he heard a knock on his door. "Come 
on in."

The door opened and Mistress Elaine walked in. "Good evening, Samuel."

"Mistress."

Sam started to rise, but Mistress halted him with a gesture. She sat 
down beside him and said, "Sam, I've been talking with the girls, and 
the more I talk, the more I'm convinced that your problem is not a 
reversion to chauvinism. You have been kind, considerate, and, although 
not outgoing, neither have you been selfish with your affections."

Sam blushed, "Sex, you mean?"

"Sex is included, but you also have been free with kisses and hugs and 
the more subtle expressions of affections."

"Well, it only seemed fair. Everybody was always so nice with me."

"That's what I'm talking about. Most men get so focused on their own 
problems in looking like a woman that they only think of themselves, if 
they're even willing to try sex as a woman. But you, you're willing to 
give as much as you get."

"So what is my problem?"

"I think I know, but you're not going to like my analysis."

Sam shuddered and said, "Go ahead, please. Anything must be better than 
this."

She put her hand kindly on his. "Sam, I've done a poll of the ladies in 
the house whom you've slept with. You have fondled tits, ass, cocks, 
and, surprisingly even given and accepted blow jobs. The one thing you 
haven't done, is fucked or been fucked."

Sam gulped audibly. "So?"

"So I think you like what you have done, and you're afraid to take what 
you consider that last step because you're afraid of what it might mean 
to you."

"So what's the solution?"

"A solution I hesitate to use. I don't like the principle involved."

"What?"

"Sam, you have to take that final step. You have to accept a dick up 
your ass."

Sam backed up away from her, trying to retreat across the bed. "NO!" he 
screamed.

She grabbed him by the arm and said, "Samuel! Stop!" He tried to pull 
away, but she was surprisingly strong. "Samuel, if I must, I will call 
in some of the girls to restrain you! Now stop!" Sam froze in place. 
"You have your choice. This can be done face to face or with you on 
your hands and knees."

Not wanting to face what was going to happen next, Sam said, "I'll be 
on my hands and knees."

"Turn over."

Sam got on his hands and knees. "Who will be doing this to me?"

"I will."

"You? With a dildo?"

"No. Like my staff, I, too am a result of my biochemical know-how." Sam 
was utterly surprised. In the entire time he had worked here, he had 
never even considered Mistress as being a she-male, as being anything 
less than a full woman. Sam looked over his shoulder, curious. Mistress 
had her dress lifted and he could see her stroking her member to 
hardness. As she moved closer to him, he closed his eyes and tensed up. 
He felt her hands stroking his hips and abdomen. "Relax, Samuel, don't 
make this any harder on yourself than it has to be."

Sam tried to relax, but the tension was still there as Mistress forced 
her way into his ass. Sam felt the pain of penetration and tried even 
harder, but the more he tried, the worse it got. Thankfully, Mistress 
seemed to understand, and she used her hands to roam his body, stroking 
legs, abs, breast, even his dick, and, despite himself, Sam found 
himself relaxing into it, even helping. They moved together, Sam 
finding himself moaning in pleasure, eventually exploding in orgasm 
together.

After they were finished and Sam had recovered he collapsed on the bed, 
sobbing into his pillow. Mistress Elaine understood the feelings the 
others had towards Sam as she felt a desire to take Sam in her arms and 
hold him, but she knew that he needed to be alone with his thoughts, 
and silently left the room.

Sam fell asleep sobbing and dreamed strange, disturbing dreams, dreams 
that were really long buried memories. For, you see, Samuel Nevada had 
a secret. A secret so hidden even he didn't know about it. A secret Sam 
was about to face...

***************

James Smith was jogging through the park one day when two men jumped 
him.  Now James was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed working out, 
but these men clearly knew what they were doing and James was 
unconscious before he knew what was happening.

He woke up later.  He had no idea how much later.  He fought through a 
haze, his mouth pasty from some kind of drug.  He tried to move his 
arms and legs, but they were restrained somehow, and much more securely 
than he could ever hope to break.

As he moved about he became aware of an uncomfortable chill on his 
body.  Not so much cold, but cooler than he was used to.  Then he 
identified the sensation.  He wasn't wearing any clothes!

Then he heard a voice saying, "Oh, good, you're awake."

James opened his eyes and saw a beautiful lady standing over him.  "Who 
are you?  Why am I here?"

"All in due time."  The lady checked his forehead with her hand, then 
checked his pulse.  "Well, you seem back to normal.  At least as far as 
my little experiment requires."

"Experiment?  What experiment?  I didn't volunteer for any experiment."

"Exactly."  The woman walked over to a cabinet and got out a vial of 
something that looked like medicine.  "You see, this compound I 
developed causes certain changes in the body of the recipient.  But it 
also seems to be keyed to desire.  The more the person wants the 
changes, the faster the changes occur.  So I need to test the compound 
on someone who doesn't want the changes to occur."

James started struggling against his bonds.  "You're crazy!"

"Perhaps."  The woman got a syringe out of a drawer and started filling 
it from the vial.  "And you might as well stop struggling.  It's 
irrelevant whether this enters a blood vessel or muscle, and muscle is 
much more painful for you."  

The woman took a cotton ball, soaked it from a bottle of something, and 
swabbed James' arm.  James continued to struggle as the woman pierced 
his skin and depressed the plunger on the syringe.  James felt woozy 
and his world started to swim.  Soon James was unconscious once more.

When he awoke, James was lying on his bed, back at home.  At first he 
thought it had all been a bad dream, until he moved his arm, and the 
spot where he had been injected throbbed in pain.  It hadn't been a 
dream!  James first thought was that he had to go see a doctor.  He 
went in, took a quick shower, toweled off (strangely his nipples seemed 
overly sensitive) and came out to get dressed.  Then he received 
another shock.  All his own clothes had been taken and replaced.  
Replaced, not with male clothes, but with women's clothes!

In his drawers, where his boxers once were, now were panties.  His 
undershirts had been replaced with a collection of bras and slips.  His 
pants were now skirts; his shirts, blouses; and his socks were now 
stockings.  And the process had been repeated in his closet.  Instead 
of formal suits and nice shirts, now there were dresses.  And his shoes 
had now been replaced with girls' shoes.  And on the closet shelves 
were a collection of wigs.  About twelve, all different colors and 
styles, but all were unmistakably feminine in appearance.  Even the one 
that was a brunette pageboy cut had just enough of a curl to betray it 
as a very womanly style.

What was he going to do?  All his friends were out of town for the 
holidays.  Maybe he could call his ex-girlfriend.  No, that wasn't 
really an option.  Their break-up had been particularly harsh.  James 
had dumped her because he had wanted to get into her pants and she was 
totally resistant to the idea.

Just as he was about to break down and try to call her, the phone rang.  
"Hello?"

The voice on the other end, an unfamiliar female, said, "Hi, hun.  How 
are you feeling?"

"Who is this?"

"Why, darling, you don't remember me?  I thought for sure that the pain 
in your arm would remind you."

Then James identified the voice.  "You!  The insane woman with the 
needle!  What'd you do to me?  Are you responsible for my missing 
clothes?"

"Insane?  That's no way to talk to a lady."

"Lady?  You're no lady!"

"Well, if you're going to get insulting."  The phone clicked and James 
heard the familiar sound of a dial-tone.  He tried to *-69 her, but all 
he got was a telephone recording saying that the person he was trying 
to reach was unavailable through *-69.  James slammed the receiver down 
angrily.

James fumed and walked around the room for a while, until the feeling 
in his chest got to the point of being annoying.  He reached up and 
scratched, but as he scratched his nipple, a wave of pleasure consumed 
him, causing his dick to twitch and his knees to nearly buckle.  He 
looked down and saw a curve to his chest that he had never noticed 
before.  He rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and what 
he saw scared him senseless.  He had tits!  Nothing to speak of, no 
more than an A cup.  Something he probably wouldn't have noticed, if he 
hadn't kept his chest and abs so flat and tight.  

As he stood there dumbfounded, the animal portion of his brain (which, 
James was the first to admit, ran too much of his life) was getting 
thoroughly turned on.  That portion of his brain was too stupid to 
realize that, not only were these tits not supposed to be here, but had 
not been here only a few hours before.  That portion of his brain only 
knew that looking at tits was exciting, and looking at naked tits was 
even more exciting, and here was a pair of naked tits for him to ogle 
and fondle.  James was even more shocked when that animal hind-brain 
started envisioning even larger tits hanging from his chest (after all, 
since looking at naked tits was so exciting, looking at naked BIG tits 
would be that much more exciting).

James was still somewhat dumbfounded as his hands seemed to move of 
their own volition up to his nipples and started stroking.  James 
nearly lost himself to the pleasure, until his hands slammed down and 
grabbed the sink in an attempt to keep himself from falling to the 
floor when his knees buckled from the pleasure.  

James wondered what was going on.  He had never had problems with 
standing while being excited before.  In fact, one of his favorite 
pleasures was walking around while a woman was impaled on his dick.  
James had little chance to think about it as his desire to play with 
his own nipples increased by the second.  He walked back to the bedroom 
and lay down on the bed.  Almost as soon as he was on his back, his 
hands found his nipples and started stroking and rubbing them again.  
Once more the waves of pleasure coursed through his body, causing him 
to feel weak with desire.  Soon, without having ever touched his dick, 
James was spraying his seed all over himself.

Now, normally, once he had cum, James was wasted, and usually fell 
asleep soon thereafter.  But this time, his first cum only paved the 
way for more fondling, and soon, he was spraying a second, and even a 
third time before his animal needs were finally satiated.  After he was 
finished, he lay on the bed thinking, "If this is anything like what 
ladies experience, it's no wonder they like having their tits stroked."

James looked at the clock.  He had spent almost a half hour playing 
with himself.  He then looked at his tits (the phrase "his tits" still 
shocking him).  Were they bigger now?  He got up and ran to the 
bathroom, his tits bouncing on his chest.  After a quick glance in the 
mirror, he confirmed it.  Yes, his tits were bigger.  About a B cup 
now, if his guess was correct.

As he fought down the urge to start playing with himself, he walked to 
the bed and sat down on it.  Over the next half hour he could actually 
see his tits growing in size.  When they were at C cup, the phone rang.

The voice on the other end, the same one as before, asked, "Are you 
ready to be more civil now?"

Contritely, James asked, "Please, why are you doing this to me?"

"From your tone, I'd say the answer is yes."  The woman laughed.

"Please, why me?"

"Oh, dearie, you haven't earned your answers yet.  I want you to get 
dressed and meet me at the restaurant on 3rd and H, the little bistro 
with the outdoor tables."

"I can't go out like this."

"Of course, ultimately, that's your choice.  But if you don't meet me, 
you'll never have any chance of getting the reversal agent."

"You can change me back?"

"Yes, but you have to meet me at the restaurant."

"Uhm, I'll see you there, I guess."

Without another word, the phone went dead.  James hung up the phone and 
went to the closet.  He grabbed a dress that looked like it might fit 
and put it on.  He might have to wear these things, but there was no 
way he was going to put on lingerie.  As he brushed his hair into a 
more unisex style so as not to draw attention, the dress started 
feeling tighter and tighter around his new bosom  And when he stood up, 
he heard a ripping sound and his new D-cup tits fell out of the ripped 
dress.

"Oh my god!" he thought, "These things are still growing!"

As he sat on the edge of the bed wondering what he was going to do, the 
phone rang again.  He quickly grabbed it.  "Hello?"

"What's wrong, hun?  Having troubles?"

"My...  These tits!  They keep growing!"

"Well, haven't you put on any lingerie yet?"

"I... I didn't want...  I didn't think..."

"You didn't want to put on women's lingerie."

"Yes."

James could almost hear the woman smile over the phone.  "The lingerie 
has been treated with a special multi-component compound which will 
stop the changes in your body.  You will need a bra, panties, and a 
slip, either half or full will do.  Now don't tarry.  I don't intend to 
wait forever."  The phone then once more went dead.  

James hung up and ran to the dresser.  He got into his drawer and 
looked through the bras, and what he saw scared him more than anything 
else yet today.  There was one and only one size of bra starting at A 
(now far too small), up through D (his current size), then up to DDD 
and beyond.  Below the bra marked DDD were six bras, each one larger 
than the last.  None of those had a size marking, and, judging from the 
stitching, were all custom made.  He picked up the largest size, and 
thought to himself, "Am I ever going to need this?"

After a few seconds, James snapped out of his reverie, and grabbed the 
D cup and, after a little trouble with the clasp in back, put it on.  
As he grabbed a pair of panties and put them on, he could feel his tits 
start to push outwards against the fabric.  He grabbed a full slip and 
put it on.  As soon as the fabric rubbed over his body, he could feel 
the pressure start to lessen.  

Then he stopped and thought about the panties.  Like most women's 
garments (at least those that went over the hips) it was narrower at 
the elastic than around the middle to accommodate women's wider hips.  
The panties should've been pinching him at the waist, but instead, they 
were oddly... comfortable.  James rushed to the mirror and looked into 
it.  Then he saw it.  With all his attention on his new tits, James had 
failed to notice that his waist had shrunk, and his hips had expanded.  
James got the tape measure from his sewing kit (James used to think of 
sewing as unmanly until a friend in the Marines had explained that, in 
the Marines, many men learned to sew, just in case their uniform ripped 
and they had neither a woman available nor a spare uniform) and checked 
himself.  He used to have a trim, athletic, 34" waist.  Now, his waist 
was still trim and athletic, but only measured 26".  His hips were now 
a wide 36".  He had no idea what they used to be; he had never measured 
them before.  If he had had any idea how, he would've measured his 
bust, but like most men, his skill in judging bra sizes was based 
solely on looking and guessing.

He stood there looking at his new feminine frame for a while, until the 
phone rang.  "Hello?"

"Where are you?  I don't like to be kept waiting."

James was about to say something nasty, but bit it back, instead 
choosing feigned flattery, "I was just looking at myself in the mirror 
and admiring your handiwork."

The woman laughed.  "Okay, I'll pretend you meant that, and forgive 
you.  This time.  But hurry.  I won't wait forever."  The phone 
clicked.  

James hung up, and got a new dress out of the closet and put it on.  He 
put on a pair of shoes (lowest heels possible), at first deciding to 
skip stockings, until the tight shoes started irritating his feet, 
after which he quickly put on a pair.

After getting dressed, he took a quick look in the mirror (the animal 
portion of his brain thinking, "I want her") and went downstairs.  
Normally, when James came in, he tossed his keys into a dish he left on 
an end-table near the door, but now, the dish was missing, replaced by 
a small purse.  James took the purse and looked inside.  It contained a 
small collection of make-up (no way was he wearing that), a set of keys 
(it contained his house keys, and a set of new car keys, but not his 
business keys or his old car keys), and a wallet.  In the wallet was a 
driver's license, and a small collection of credit cards, all made out 
to "Tracie Smith".  The driver's license even had a picture of him with 
long, blonde hair, making James remember he had skipped the wig 
(purposefully).

James went outside.  His car (a new sports car with professionally 
tinted windows) was gone, replaced by a sports convertible that made 
his own car look like some low-class hooptie.  He got in and tried the 
new keys, which unsurprisingly worked.  He tried to raise the roof, 
which, just as unsurprisingly, didn't work.  He drove off to the 
restaurant and gave the keys to a valet.  He looked around and saw the 
woman he remembered sitting at an outside table, sipping coffee and 
reading a newspaper.  He rushed over to the table and said, "Okay, here 
I am.  Where's the reversal agent?"

Ignoring his question, the woman said, "Oh, good, you came."  She 
looked up at him.  "Oh, no, this won't do.  You must wear a wig when 
you come back tomorrow."  

"Tomorrow?"

She folded up her newspaper.  "Yes.  I've waited long enough.  I'll 
meet you here tomorrow at noon."

As she started to stand, James put his hand on her shoulder and forced 
her back down.  "You can't-"

The woman interrupted him with a single word, "Obedience."

Suddenly, James was on his knees before her, his hands placed demurely 
on his lap.  And, try as he might, he couldn't rise.  In fact, he 
couldn't move anything but his eyes and mouth.  "What's-"

"Happening?  Surely you didn't think I wouldn't be prepared for 
attempted force?  The compound I injected you with contained specially 
engineered protein compounds designed to attach themselves to your 
brain.  When I say certain key words, you will perform certain actions, 
regardless of whether you want to or not. Now, tomorrow, you will show 
up in a wig."  The woman stood.  "And, for heaven's sake, shave those 
legs."  As she walked away, she said, "Release," and James found he 
could move again.

James got up, and quickly ran back and got the car.  He drove home, got 
out of the shoes, stockings, and dress (he was afraid to remove the 
lingerie, in case the growth might restart).  He spent the rest of the 
evening watching TV, eating a light meal, and playing with his tits 
through the bra.

Early next morning, he was awaken earlier than normal by an intense 
feeling of constriction in his tits.  He sat up, took off his slip, and 
removed his bra.  As he unclasped the bra, his tits practically spilled 
out of the bra.  He went to the drawer and got out the DD bra and put 
it on.  It fit perfectly.  

The phone rang.  "Hello?"

"Hello, hun.  Just calling to remind you about our appointment at 
noon."

"My tits.  They're growing again"

"Of course they are.  Just put on new lingerie."

"But you said the lingerie would stop the changes."

"But I didn't say for how long.  Just put on some new lingerie and the 
changes will stop again.  At least for a while."  The phone clicked and 
James got some new panties and a new slip, this time deciding on the 
half-slip.  He went into the bathroom, shaved his legs (no sense 
antagonizing the woman), then got dressed in a blouse and skirt.  He 
then got the brunette wig with the short page boy cut and put it on, 
being careful to tuck all his hair under the wig.  He waited around 
till a little before noon, then drove to the restaurant.

The woman was waiting at the same table.  He ran over to her.  "Please 
may I now have the reversal agent?"

The woman gave him the once over.  "No make-up?  We'll try again 
tomorrow."

As she rose, James begged, "Please?"

"Yes?"

"My... tits."

"They are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Please..."  James leaned in and whispered, "I don't want them to get 
any bigger."

"I thought men liked really big tits."

"Pleeease"

"Oh, quit whining.  I'll send you something later today."  The woman 
then walked from the restaurant.

James briefly considered following her, but figured she probably had 
that aspect covered as well.  Dejected he drove home, sat on the couch 
and waited.  He got so distraught waiting that he was unable to eat or 
even play with himself all evening.  It got very late and James figured 
the woman had forgotten him (or purposefully refused to send anything) 
and he'd have to resign himself to a day of DDD tits when the doorbell 
rang.  James went to the door and looked through the peephole.  It was 
a delivery man from the Global Delivery System.  He cleared his throat 
and said through the door, "Who is it?"

"GDS, ma'am.  I have a delivery for a Tracie Smith."

James opened the door and took the package, almost forgetting and 
signing James instead of Tracie.  After signing he looked up and saw 
the man ogling him.  James blushed then went for some money, briefly 
forgetting he had no pockets on his skirt.  Blushing as he returned the 
clipboard, he said, "Let me get my purse for your tip."

The man caught James hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it.  
"That's quite all right, ma'am.  A glimpse of your beauty is tip 
enough."  Then the man returned to his truck and drove off, leaving a 
confused James standing in the doorway.

James had been embarrassed by the man's kiss.  But strangely, also a 
little flattered.  And that also embarrassed James, after all, would 
the man have kissed him if he had known what lay inside James panties?  
Not that James could fault the man.  James himself had to fight to keep 
his dick from being noticeable every time he saw himself in a mirror.

James went inside and closed the door.  He was about to tear into the 
package when he remembered something.  Before James had opened the 
door, before the delivery man had seen him, the GDS employee had 
referred to him as "ma'am", after only having heard his voice!  James 
tried saying a few words to the air.  His voice didn't sound any 
different.  James got a tape recorder and recorded his voice.  When he 
played it back, he was amazed.  The voice coming out of the tiny 
speaker sounded like a woman's!  Perhaps a little deeper and huskier 
than most, but definitely a woman's.

James wondered how deeply the changes went, and, just to reassure 
himself, grabbed at his crotch to make sure his dick was still there.  
Content that it was, James went and opened the package.  Inside was a 
sexy teddy, a sheer nightie (that was little more than a see-through 
robe), a new set of lingerie, and a note which read:

"Good evening, hun,

"I know I sent this stuff a little early,"  Early?  It was almost time 
for James to go to bed.  "but I felt I had to warn you about 
something."  Oh, great, what now?  "I noticed you were smelling a 
little ripe when you came to the restaurant today, and guessed that it 
probably came from a lack of showering.  At first I was angry, but then 
I realized that you were probably afraid to shower for fear that you'd 
wash off the chemicals and start growing again.  Well, fear not.  It 
takes only fifteen minutes for the chemicals to soak in.  So I want you 
smelling fresh as a rose when I see you tomorrow.

"And speaking of the chemicals, the teddy and nightie are for tonight, 
and the lingerie is for tomorrow.  See you at noon.

"Mistress

"P.S.  I suggest you make a real effort to appear as womanly as 
possible tomorrow, unless you want a set of DDD's.  I won't be 
messengering you any more treated underwear."

James smelled his underarms.  Whew!  Ripe was putting it mildly.  He 
stank.  He realized that he hadn't showered since before all this 
started, and he had been jogging when originally nabbed.  In truth, he 
hadn't been thinking about showering because he was otherwise occupied, 
but now that he noticed it, he went straight upstairs, got undressed 
and got into the shower.

He soaped up, shampooed and rinsed off.  As he rinsed, he rubbed his 
tits (Gawd, how he was amazed to think that to himself) and felt the 
now familiar surge of pleasure rush through his body.  He rubbed 
himself and felt his cock starting to grow rock hard.  He continued to 
fondle his tits until he was spraying cum in the shower, once again 
never having touched his cock.  As he stepped from the shower, he was 
amazed that he hadn't collapsed as he had every other time he had tried 
to play with his tits while standing.  Was it some further change from 
the compound, or (more scarily) was he just getting used to having a 
pair of tits on his chest?

He went to the bed, changed the sheets (not wanting to chance getting 
sweaty from the last few days of playing with himself in bed).  Then he 
got the teddy and panties, and got into them, amazed at how much he 
loved the feeling of the silky fabric on his skin.  As he climbed into 
bed, he noticed a distinctive difference about his new clothing.  He 
had gotten used to wearing a bra, gotten used to the support it 
provided, support that the teddy did not provide.  As he tried to get 
comfortable, his tits rubbed the inside of his teddy, once again giving 
him a raging hard-on.  Finally, he could stand it no longer, unsnapped 
the base of the teddy, pulled down his panties, and started playing 
with himself.

Trouble was, he couldn't get himself to cum.  No matter how fast he 
pumped, he couldn't get himself to go over that final edge.  Finally, 
he took his free hand and started playing with his tit.  Almost 
immediately, he started spraying into the air.  Once again, once wasn't 
enough, and he played with himself until he had gone through three more 
orgasms, finally falling asleep in his own cum.

He woke up the next morning, got undressed and showered (figuring that 
dried cum would probably provide the woman with an excuse to send him 
home again).  He got out of the shower (resisting the urge to play with 
himself again), toweled off, and got into his lingerie.  He then sat in 
front of the mirror in his room and carefully applied make-up.  After 
that, he got into his dress, stockings, wig (deciding on the shoulder-
length blonde this time), and shoes, finally realizing why women took 
so long getting dressed.

After he finished, he looked in the mirror, amazed at what looked back 
at him.  All he saw was a woman, and a woman who was an incredible 
babe, too.  He felt his dick stirring in his panties and quickly looked 
away.  Shortly before noon, he drove to the restaurant, finding the 
lady at the usual table.  He walked up, took a chance and curtsied, and 
asked, "Do I meet with your approval?"

The woman looked him up and down, smiled, and said, "Yes.  You make a 
lovely woman."  She stood up, handed James a business card and said, 
"Meet me here.  Present this card to the receptionist."  Then she 
walked away.  

James walked as quickly as he could (running was impossible, even in 
the low heels he had selected) to the car.  He then looked at the card.  
On it was an address to a private clinic.  He was unfamiliar with the 
clinic, but it's address was in the richest part of town.  

As he drove through that particular area, he realized why the woman 
could afford to loan him a super-expensive sports car.  Not a single 
house in this part of town would go for less than $500,000.  In fact, 
just driving a car that cost less than $40,000 would probably have 
gotten him pulled over by the rent-a-cops who patrolled this suburb.

James pulled into the parking lot (imagine, valet parking for a private 
clinic) and went inside.  The receptionist, a very sexy blonde, looked 
at him and said, "How may I help you?"  James said nothing, but just 
handed her the card.  "Oh, you're one of the Doctor's "special" 
clients.  Have a seat.  I'll tell her you're here."  The woman left, 
then came back a few minutes later.  "The Doctor will see you now."

James went through the door the receptionist had just come through and 
entered an examination room.  The Doctor was, unsurprisingly, the woman 
who had caused all of this.  "Good afternoon, Tracie.  Please do come 
in."

James cringed at being referred to in the feminine, but entered and 
asked, "May I have the reversal agent now?"

"Not yet, there are still a few tests I want to run."

Before he realized what he was saying, James blurted out, "Haven't you 
done enough?" cringing as he heard the words.

"Obedience."  Once more James found himself kneeling with his hands in 
his lap, unable to move.  The Doctor pulled out a remote and pressed 
the button.  A door in a side wall opened, revealing a bucket and 
brush.  "Scrub floors."  James crawled on his hands and knees, took the 
brush and started scrubbing the floors.

Over the next two hours, James was forced to play maid for his 
tormentor.  Every time she used the word "scrub" James would clean 
whatever she told him to scrub, if necessary, licking it clean.  And 
every time she used the word "fetch", James would run around the room, 
find whatever it was, and bring it to her.

After a final "obedience", the Doctor sat in front of him and said, 
"Now we test the fun commands."  The Doctor pulled up her skirt and 
showed James something he never expected.  Underneath her sheer panties 
was a large cock!  James was speechless as she removed her panties, 
freeing the semi-stiff member.  Before James could say a thing, she 
said, "Cocksucker," and James found himself leaning forward, his lips 
parting as got  closer to her (or was it his?) cock.

"Oh, no!" James thought.  "That command doesn't mean what I think it 
does!"  But his fears were realized when his mouth encircled her (he 
just couldn't think of her as a him) dickhead and he started to suck 
avidly, making loud slurping noises.  For the first few seconds he 
cringed inwardly as he sucked, but then the strangest thing happened.  
A wave of pleasure ripped through his body, and in seconds he was 
addicted to cocksucking!  He couldn't get enough of it!  For the next 
few minutes, he used every cocksucking trick on the Doctor that had 
ever been used on him, and soon had her spraying in his mouth.

Her dick remained hard and James settled in for another good suck, when 
she suddenly said, "Release," and the euphoria and pleasure from 
cocksucking disappeared and James found himself completely under his 
own control, but with his mouth still wrapped around her dick.

James threw himself backwards, landing on his butt and trying to crawl 
away from the she-male doctor.  "Oh, my god!  What did you do to me?"

The Doctor said, "Obedience," and when James had returned to a helpless 
kneeling position, explained.  "When I included the command to suck 
dicks, I wanted you to be a good dick licker.  Oh, I could've included 
enforced commands or perhaps beaten it into you, but both would exclude 
any creativity or intelligence on your part.  Something that, in my 
opinion, is a truly necessary part of good dick sucking.  But, by 
including a connection between your pleasure center and that command, 
you would, at least while cocksucking, want to do everything you could 
to get the most out of it.  And, of course, the most you could get out 
of it would be a healthy load of semen down your throat."  The Doctor 
laughed as James started to cry.

"What else do you have planned for me?"

"Glad you asked.  Bed."  At the last word, James got up, ran to the 
exam table, and got on it, striking a languid, "come hither" pose.  The 
Doctor smiled and said, "Panties off," and James, using only one hand 
and a lot of wriggling, got his panties off, and tossed them to one 
side.  The Doctor walked to the table, stood over James and said, 
"Fuckslut."

Suddenly James found himself getting up on his hands and knees.  As the 
Doctor got on her knees behind him, James was inwardly screaming, "No!  
Please, no!"  Trouble was, outwardly, he was saying, "Oh, yes.  I need 
you.  I want you.  Let's do it.  Now!"  And the Doctor obliged his 
outward voice by slowly pressing her hard dick into his ass.  Once she 
was all the way in, James started moving himself back and forth on her 
dick.  They started slowly at first, but quickly built to a blurring 
pace, James eventually getting the doctor to spray deep in his ass.  
After she was finished, James returned to his languid pose reclining on 
the table.

The Doctor went and got her panties and put them back on, remaining 
silent, leaving James to wonder if she was through with him.  After she 
was dressed, she pressed a button, and James heard a buzzer go off in a 
back room.  Shortly, a man walked into the room.  He was around 6'4" 
and built like a brick wall.  The Doctor asked him, "Well, what do you 
think of her?"

"Does she have that... special extra?"

"Why don't you check the little fuckslut out?"  At the word fuckslut, 
James got on his back and wriggled down until his ass was at the edge 
of the table, causing his skirt to rise up, exposing him to the man, 
who got a gleam of lust in his eye as soon as he saw James' dick.  

James then looked up at the man and said, "Oh, yes.  I need you.  I 
want you.  Let's do it.  Now!" 

The man smiled what could only be considered an evil smile and walked 
over between James legs.  He grabbed the back of James' legs, doubled 
James over and slammed his dick into James' ass.  As he reached around 
and started pawing James' tits (and that was a nice way of putting it), 
James wanted to scream.  Because even though the Doctor had made no 
effort to give James any pleasure, neither had she made any effort to 
hurt him.  This man seemed to get off on being as rough as possible, 
both in the way he raped James and in the way he mauled James' 
sensitive breasts.

Trouble was, thanks to those implanted commands, not only was James not 
protesting, he was actually moaning and begging for more.  James 
defense, his only defense, was to let go and let the implanted 
circuitry take over.  In essence, to become Tracie.  And, perhaps 
luckily, Tracie was an expert fuck.  The way she moved her hips and 
squeezed her ass, the way she arched her back, shoving her tits into 
the man's hands, were all designed to get him to spray as quickly as 
possible.  Which he quickly was doing.  After the man finished, he 
pulled out and left, telling the Doctor on the way out, "She certainly 
is a hot little whore."  Leaving James to crawl back and resume his 
sexy pose after smoothing his skirt.

After the man left, the Doctor walked around and stood behind James.  
Soon, another man walked in.  This man was taller than the first, but 
much thinner in comparison.  The Doctor leaned over and whispered, 
"fuckslut" into James' ear.  Suddenly James knew that this man had no 
idea that the girl on the table was anything other than a full woman, 
and both he and "Tracie" were determined that the man would never find 
out.  

"Tracie" got up from the table and walked over to the man.  He turned 
around and pressed his ass against the man's crotch and started 
rubbing, saying, "Oh, yes.  I need you.  I want you.  Let's do it.  
Now!"  The man, not knowing that James was anything other than he 
seemed, quickly got aroused.  He reached around and took one of James' 
tits in his hand, he attempted to slide the other hand to James' 
crotch, but James took the man's hand and slid it up to his other tit.  
James then reached back, unzipped the man's pants and freed his dick.  
With a flip of his ass, James flipped his skirt up, and deftly placed 
the man's dick at his asshole and started to slide back.  James then 
started moving back and forth on the man.  All throughout the fuck, the 
man kept trying to slide his hand down to James' crotch, forcing James 
to spend much energy trying to keep the man's hands on his tits, and 
robbing him of much of his enjoyment (and surprisingly, he was enjoying 
it).  Soon the man was spraying deep inside of him.  James pulled off 
the man, went over to the table, and resumed his sexy pose.

The Doctor asked the man, "Well, what do you think?"

"She certainly is hot.  But why did she insist on anal sex and not 
letting me stroke her cunt?"

"Oh, she's got a little secret."  James heart started beating faster, 
sure that the Doctor was going to tell about his being a man.  "It's 
THAT time of the month for her."

"Oh.  I got it.  Thanks for letting me help."

The man left the room, and soon a young woman barely out of her teens 
entered the room.  The Doctor leaned over and whispered, "Fuckslut" 
into James' ear once more.  James flipped onto his back and pulled up 
his skirt, exposing himself to the lady.

The woman said, "Cool," and walked over to the table.

As soon as she touched him, James said, "Oh, yes.  I need you.  I want 
you.  Let's do it.  Now!"  The woman smiled, crawled up on the table, 
and straddled James' widened hips, and slowly lowered herself onto his 
throbbing member.  James moaned as their hips touched.  He wanted to 
start shoving his hips up into her, but the commands were still in 
place and instead, he slowly stroked her torso and tits.  She moaned 
and started moving up and down, and as she moved, James met her motions 
with his own thrusts of his hips.  They moved together in perfect 
harmony, the woman moaning and panting all the way through.  

When she came, she yelled and screamed all the way through, keeping her 
from hearing the Doctor whisper the word, "Cum," into James ear, 
allowing him to spray his seed into her belly.

After they came together, the woman rolled off of James, thanked the 
Doctor and left the room.  James wondered what else the Doctor had in 
store for him, when she said, "Release."  Once more, James was 
completely in control of his own body.  

He stood up, got his panties and put them on.  "Thanks for letting me 
be with that woman."

"I didn't do it for your pleasure.  I did it to give you a lesson in 
how to treat a lady.  How properly to make love to a woman.  In fact, 
all of your fucks today were to teach you lessons."

"Really?  What lesson could getting fucked by you teach me?"

"You learned what it is to be treated like you were nothing more than a 
sexual toy for another's amusement."

"And getting fucked by the bruiser?"

"You learned how uncomfortable being fucked by most men  really is."

"What's that supposed to mean?  I don't treat women like that."

"Oh, really?  Tell me, have you ever climbed on top of a woman and just 
started banging into her?"  James was silent, knowing that he had.  
"Oh, I admit, the "bruiser" was extreme and unkind in his approach to 
sex, but sometimes that's the best way to get a lesson across."

"And the second man?  The one who didn't know I was a man?"

"You learned what it was to desire a man more than anything, but at the 
same time, afraid to reveal all that you were to him because of a dark 
secret you had."

James gave her a confused look.  "What value does that have?  Don't 
tell me that you wanted me more than anything."

The Doctor smiled, walked to a drawer and got out a box.  She handed it 
to James, saying, "Inside is the reversal agent.  Take it home and 
inject yourself in the same place I did.  You'll get sleepy and pass 
out for a couple hours.  When you wake, you'll be back to normal."

James grabbed the box, quickly said, "Thanks," and ran from the room.  
He got into the car and drove home.  Upstairs, he got naked, injected 
himself, and lay on the bed.  Soon, he was asleep.  

When he woke up, he checked the clock.  It was two hours later.  He 
checked his body, which was now back to normal (truth be told, not 
having tits anymore gave him a slightly weird feeling).  He checked his 
dresser and closet.  All his old clothes were back.  Inside some boxes 
in the closet were all the female clothes and accouterments that had 
been given to him.  "Oh, well, I suppose the Doctor didn't want those 
back."

James decided he didn't want to waste his return to manhood and got 
dressed for a night out.  When he went outside, his old car was back.  
James drove to the section of town with the bars, found the nearest one 
with topless dancers and went inside.  He spent a while watching, but 
found it a strangely hollow experience.  After drinking his two drink 
minimum, he left and started cruising the area.  

Unsurprisingly, the hookers were out in force, and James decided to 
pick one up.  Finding the prettiest one he could, James quickly agreed 
to her price (James was a wealthy man, not in the Doctor's league, but 
definitely not hurting for money) and drove to a secluded area of town.  
He got into the passenger's seat, and the hooker climbed on his lap.  
As they started to go at it, James found a side effect from his time as 
Tracie.  Something that, for his current purposes, was almost a curse.  
The empathy that the Doctor had instilled in him was still there.  And 
James knew, really KNEW, that the hooker, despite her moaning and 
vocalizations, was getting nothing out of the sex they were having.

Oh, it was nothing James hadn't suspected before.  You can't have sex 
with dozens of different guys a week and not become jaded.  But there 
was a real difference between suspecting and KNOWING.  And James just 
couldn't get into it knowing that his partner wasn't excited.  In 
response, James decided to try something.  He reached inside himself 
and found Tracie, that part of him that was feminine, that part of him 
which was the empathic sensitive lover, and let her take over.  

The hooker was surprised when James grabbed her hips and stopped her 
from moving, at first thinking that James was about to get a little 
rough with her.  But then James started moving her slowly on top of 
him.  She was even more surprised when his hands started roaming her 
body, softly massaging her in all the places she really liked, and 
despite herself, she actually started enjoying the sex.  Soon, they 
were cumming together, James knowing it was real.  When James went to 
pay her, he had to insist that she take his money (he insisted because 
he could sense her fear of her pimp) and then drove her back to her 
corner, then went home and went to sleep.

When he woke in the morning, he sat up and thought for a while.  James 
had definitely changed last night.  There was no longer any James or 
Tracie.  He was now something different.  He was a man totally in touch 
with his feminine side.  He was now James/Tracie.  Problem was, he 
wanted his feminine body back.  Not full time.  Just for  a few hours 
out of each day.

Just as he decided to go back to the Doctor to see what she could do 
for him, he felt a tingling in his body.  He closed his eyes and tried 
to locate the source.  He found the source in the same section of his 
mind where he had found Tracie.  He grabbed the tingling and pulled it 
forth.  He felt the weight in his body change shape and position, and 
when he opened his eyes, he saw those familiar DD's hanging from his 
chest again!

James was ecstatic.  Then he tried to change back.  It took a little 
while, but he finally got it.  James was doubly ecstatic.  He spent a 
few minutes switching back and forth between the two forms till he 
could do it effortlessly, then went and took a shower in female form 
(the play of water across his breasts was definitely more fun than the 
water across his chest).  When he got finished and was drying off, he 
heard someone come in the front door.  "Strange," he thought, "who 
could that be?"  He looked in the mirror, through the bedroom door and 
saw Samantha, his ex-girlfriend who he had so recently dumped.

As guilt wracked his body, he was about to change back to his manly 
form, when Sam said something that piqued his curiosity.  "Oh, Tracie," 
she called out, "are you there?"

"How did she know about Tracie?" he thought.  He stepped to the door 
and said, "Right here."

Samantha looked at him, smiled, and said, "Bed."  James felt the tug of 
the command, but this time there was no urgency, no overwhelming force 
compelling obedience.  He could have easily resisted, but decided to 
play along.  He ran to the bed, climbed in, and struck his sexy pose.  
Samantha followed him in.  "I suppose you're wondering why you're 
Tracie again?  I suppose you figured that Mistress Elaine, the Doctor, 
gave you what turned out to be a temporary reversal agent."  Actually, 
since he could now control the transformation, James had figured 
nothing of the sort.  "Well, your transformation was my idea."

"Why?"

"That's strange.  Mistress Elaine informed me you wouldn't be able to 
speak under the "Bed" command."  James cringed inwardly.  He had 
forgotten that.  "But I'll answer your question with a little 
demonstration."  Samantha lifted her skirt and slip and pulled down her 
panties, releasing a huge dick to the open air.  

James was stunned and speechless.  Then he remembered what the Doctor 
had told him about making it with the man who didn't know about his 
dick, "You learned what it was to desire a man more than anything, but 
at the same time, afraid to reveal all that you were to him because of 
a dark secret you had."  He then realized that she had been talking 
about Samantha.

"So," he said figuring it was safe to talk since it was already out of 
the bag, "that's why you never let me have sex with you."

Samantha started undressing.  "Yes, I knew you'd never accept who I 
was.  Not with all your silly macho posturing.  You have no idea how 
much I wanted to accept every time you suggested sex.  Then when you 
broke it off with me, I ran home and cried myself to sleep.  The next 
day I called Mistress Elaine and arranged for your transformation.  And 
I have to say, it cost me a pretty penny."

"Are you... Is your body Mistress Elaine's work?"

Samantha shed the last of her clothes and stood before him naked.  
"Yes, it is.  Do you like it?  Tell me the truth."

"Very much," James told her honestly.  "Is the dick natural or did she 
make it larger?"

Sam started stroking her dick.  "Well, that was an accident.  Her 
compounds couldn't remove the dick, so I went and got an operation to 
get rid of it."

"So what happened?"

"It grew back larger."

"Wow."

"Yeah.  I went to Mistress Elaine and she tried to develop some 
compounds to get rid of it, but every time it went away for only a few 
days, then grew back larger.  Now..."  Sam stood there with her dick at 
full hardness.  James guessed it was about 12", almost twice the size 
as his own 7".  "Fuckslut."

James felt the command start to work and he went with it.  He rolled 
onto his back, knowing that Sam was about to straddle his hips and 
stuff his dick up her ass.  And James was disappointed.  He wanted Sam 
inside him, whether in his ass or mouth, he didn't care.  Then she 
performed as expected, laying across him, their tits rubbing 
sensuously.  James let his hands do what they had been designed for and 
stroked her body in all the right spots, and soon she was coming 
violently, her cock spraying all over his belly and chest.

She lay there for a few seconds, and then said, "fuckslut" again.  This 
time James knew she wanted to fuck him, and he allowed his legs to 
part.  As she crawled between them she said, "I wish you'd accept me as 
James.  As it is, the only way you'll be James again is to please me.  
I can change you back anytime I want."

James decided to give her a treat and changed himself to James in front 
of her.  "So can I."  Suddenly James felt the terror leap from her, and 
had to wrap his legs around her to keep her from running from the room.  
She started screaming and ranting and James understood.  She thought 
that he had broken the commands and his feminine side to pieces and now 
was going to punish her for what she did to him.  "Samantha."  When she 
didn't calm down, he yelled, "Samantha!"  She froze in place, still 
terrified.  He used his legs to pull her closer to him, took her face 
in his hands, and kissed her softly and tenderly.  As he did he felt 
her fear change to confusion.  He took her dick in hand, and placed it 
at his asshole, saying, "It's okay."

Samantha gave him a confused look, but slowly started pressing into 
him.  James smiled and moaned as Sam slowly pressed into him.  They 
started moving together, Sam really getting into it as James stroked 
her body.  Faster and faster they moved until Sam was spraying into 
James' ass and James was spraying onto his stomach.

Sam collapsed on top of him.  James then held her, stroking her back.  
She looked up at him, and searched for words, but could only say, 
"How?"

"The transformation?"

"Uh-huh, Mistress Elaine said that only she or I would be able to 
initiate the transformation."

James shrugged.  "All I know is that since this morning, I've been able 
to control the whole thing.  I can be Tracie," James shifted into his 
female form, "or James," then shifted back, "at will."

"And you don't have a problem with being Tracie?"

"Problem?  Hell, no.  In fact, if I hadn't gotten this ability, I was 
going to go back to Mistress Elaine and see if she could do this for 
me."

"Really?  After she, well, used you yesterday?"

"Yesterday?  It feels like a lifetime ago.  But I've got to admit, the 
lessons she taught me were lessons well learned, to say nothing of well 
needed."

"Amazing."

"Now I've got a question for you."

"Why did I transform you?"

"No.  Will you marry me?"

Samantha was shocked.  "I...  I don't know what to say.  Why marriage?"

James laughed.  "Sam, thanks to you and Mistress Elaine, I am now part 
female.  I would be hard pressed to find a woman who A, loves me, B, 
can service me like a lady, C, can understand my need to be serviced 
like a lady, and D, won't be freaked by my changing into a woman.  So, 
how about it?"

"Let me think about it."

"Why?  Don't tell me you're not interested."

"James, a man should give a woman time to ponder her answers."

James smiled and shifted into his female form.  "How about you tell 
your girlfriend?"

"You're incorrigible.  Give me some time to think about it."

James pulled her close and kissed her.  "Let me give you something else 
to think about."  James flipped her onto her back and kissed her.  Then 
he slowly kissed his way down her body, his tits dragging across her 
frame.  He then started kissing her dick lightly, placing kisses all 
over it until it was as hard as a rock.  Then he slowly sucked her dick 
into his mouth.  He started going up and down on her, using his tongue 
to carefully stroke every inch that he could get into his mouth (about 
9" worth).

Samantha moaned and started pumping her hips into his mouth.  As she 
got close, as she got to just before cumming, James slowed down, 
controlling his tongue and mouth so as to keep her right on the verge 
of cumming.  After a few seconds of that, she begged, "Bring me off.  
Bring me off, please."

James pulled off of Sam, kept her hard with his fingers, and asked, 
"Are you going to marry me?"

"Uh.  That's unfair!"

James smiled and went back to keeping her on the edge of cumming.  
Finally, she screamed, "Yes!  Yes, I'll marry you!" and James finished 
her off, getting her to spray deeply into his mouth.

James crawled back up and lay beside her.  She slapped his tits, and 
said, "Bum!  That wasn't fair."

"If you really don't want to marry me, I'll understand."

"No.  I knew from the moment you asked, I was going to say yes."  James 
kissed her lightly then giggled.  "What?  What's so funny?"

"Well, in our marriage, officially at least, I'm the guy and you're the 
girl, but you've got the bigger dick, and when I'm in girl form, I've 
got the bigger tits.  Kind of ironic, huh?"

Sam giggled.  "Very."

James laughed again, and said, "You realize we're going to have to get 
a new place."

"Why?  I can just move in here."

"Are you kidding?  After I get my dresses unpacked, you're not going to 
have any closet space at all."  They laughed together and kissed.

**************

EIGHT MONTHS LATER AT THEIR WEDDING...

James and Samantha had a beautiful wedding and reception in the very 
ball room where they had met.  The only downside was James' father.  At 
the reception, James realized why he had been such an ass.  He 
remembered how his father had treated his mother.  

He remembered the late nights hearing her crying next door.  He 
remembered his father coming home, telling his mother about how he had 
just made it with the hot secretary at the office, telling her that she 
should be happy, that any man should be allowed to make it with as many 
women as he could.  He remembered abuse after abuse heaped on his 
mother until she became a shell of her former self.  He remembered the 
promises made by a little boy who couldn't understand why his father 
would so want to hurt his mother; a promise to never be like him; a 
promise that, unfortunately, wasn't wholly successful.

After one incident of having to listen to his father tell Samantha that 
she should now give up her job so that she could be a proper little 
wife, James went looking for one of their guests, finally finding 
Mistress Elaine talking to, of all people, his father.  As he 
approached, his father walked away.  Mistress Elaine told him, "Your 
father just said some... interesting things."

James pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "What did he say?"

"When he noticed I wasn't wearing a ring, he asked what I did for a 
living.  When I told him I was a Biochemist, his exact words were, 
'Y'know, if you'd learn to make a good cup of coffee rather than play 
with a bunch of strange chemicals, I'm sure you'd land a man in no 
time.'  I personally take offense at that."

"I can imagine."

"I'll have you know, I make a great cup of coffee."

James stared for a few seconds and then laughed.  "I'm glad to see you 
didn't take him too personally."

Elaine shook her head.  "I've seen too many of his kind to be fazed by 
anything he might say or do.  In fact, most of my "special clients" are 
of his ilk."

"Which brings me to the reason why I sought you out."

"Oh?"

"For the last eight months you've been asking if I'd be willing to let 
you study me to see if you could duplicate whatever it is that lets me 
control my transformation."

"Yes.  And you've kept saying no because you don't want to risk 
screwing whatever that is up."

"How'd you like a crack at me?"

"In return for?"

"Taking my father on as one of your "special clients"."

Elaine thought about it for a few seconds and said, "I'll still need 
you to cover the costs of production.  But, I'll tell you what.  I've 
got some new stuff I want to try.  Unless you have some objections, 
I'll use those and split the costs."

"Agreed."

"Don't agree yet.  You haven't heard how much you're going to have to 
pay."

"How much could it be?"

"James, those transformative compounds are a combination of 
artificially engineered compounds mixed with rare natural plants that 
cannot be artificially produced and have to be shipped in from deep 
inside the Amazon basin.  And those plants are so rare that mass 
production isn't even a possibility.  You're looking at around $5,000 a 
dose, minimum."

"Well, you only needed one with me.  Why would dad be any different?"

"James, you had one dose before you even woke up as a preparative 
agent, one to start the transformation, one to finalize it, and that's 
not even including the chemicals on your lingerie that put a temporary 
halt to the transformation."

"So how many for dad?"

"Four...  maybe five."

"So that's $12,500 after being split two ways.  Still not too much.  
It's a deal."

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AT THE BALLROOM RENTED FOR THE RECEPTION, AFTER THE RECEPTION ITSELF...

After all the guests had gone, Samantha waited in her wedding dress, 
this time knowing exactly what would happen.  She waited and James came 
in, still dressed in his tux.  He walked up to her, offered his hand, 
and asked, "May I have this dance?"

Samantha smiled and took his hand.  He danced with her around the room, 
until they got close to an empty table.  He lifted her up on the table, 
lifted her dress, pulled down her panties, got between her legs and 
slowly fucked her till they came together.  As they held each other 
afterwards, he whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Sam looked at him and playfully said, "Prove it."

James smiled, stepped back, closed his eyes, and transformed himself 
into Tracie.  His hips widened, his waist shrunk, and his breasts grew 
until they ripped his shirt open.  He helped Sam down from the table, 
took off his pants, and took her place there.  She stepped between his 
legs, lifted her dress and fucked him till they came together.

As they held each other, Sam saw a mirror on one side of the room.  In 
it she saw an image of Andros, her first lover, now long dead from 
AIDS.  He brought two fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss.  He 
mouthed the word, "Goodbye," and started to fade from view.

Sam mouthed a goodbye in reply and snuggled into James's shoulder, 
knowing  that, although she had loved Andros, she was with the true 
love of her life.

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ONE MONTH LATER...

Jack Smith, James' father, was jogging through the park one day when 
two men jumped him.  Now Jack was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed 
working out, but these men clearly knew what they were doing and Jack 
was unconscious before he knew what was happening...

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