Biochemistry 0:Elaine's Story by J R D (Gender switching, Bi sex, Body modification)


Nathan Mallone waited in the waiting room for his new doctor's office, 
doctor Jane Sloane. He hoped that this new psychiatrist could help him.

The other he had gone to all had given him a diagnosis and some 
suggestions about what to do about it, but he was still depressed most 
of the time, still wanted his life to be something different from what 
he was getting, from what he was.

After a long wait (did any doctor ever manage to meet scheduled 
appointments?) the receptionist sent him into the back office. It was 
another ten minutes before a rather plain looking woman in a business 
suit came in. "Good day, mister Mallone. What can I do for you today?"

"I hope you can help me. I've been to other doctors and although what 
they suggest I do seems to help, but it's..."

"Yes?"

"It's not enough."

"How so?"

"Have you seen my records? Seen how my last doc described me?"

"Yes, I have. His description of you is," she checked his file, "'an 
androgynous personality whose female aspects, lacking proper 
expression, has come to attempt to supplant the male aspects of his 
psyche.'"

"A fancy way of saying that since I wasn't letting my female side out 
enough, my female side was taking over."

"And what did he suggest?"

"He suggested that I try transvestitism. That I get dressed as a woman 
and go out and be a woman publicly for a while."

"And did you?"

"Doctor, I didn't tell him, but I've been dressing as a woman in 
private for a while. And, if anything, it makes it worse."

"How so?"

"When I put on my clothes, my women's clothes, I feel more comfortable. 
I used to get dressed in women's clothes when I got off work on Friday, 
and stayed in one outfit or another until Monday morning. And I 
definitely preferred it, but when I got into my outfits, I wanted more. 
I didn't just want to wear a bra, I wanted to NEED a bra. When I put on 
make-up, I wanted it to be because, and only because, I wanted to look 
prettier, not because I was trying to hide harsh male lines in my 
face."

"It doesn't sound like a standard case of transvestitism. Tell me, 
mister Mallone, why did you start dressing up in the first place?"

"I always felt... out of place in male clothes. For that matter, in the 
male world. Women's clothes just felt... right."

"Was there ever anything... sexual about it?"

"You mean do I get an erection from slipping on a pair of panties? No.

Although I am far easier to excite when I'm in a dress, it was never 
really about the sex. I just... like women's clothes."

"You said you used to dress up on weekends. I assume you don't do it 
anymore?"

"No."

"Any particular reason?"

"I've got a girlfriend, and I haven't told her about my private life, 
yet."

"Why not? If she loves you-"

"It's not about love, doc. We both admit that. It's about the sex. I 
mean, she's my friend, someone I can talk to for long hours about 
nothing in particular. But it's definitely not going to turn into a 
lifelong relationship or anything like that."

"But if she's your friend, and the sex is, well, just sex, then that's 
all the more reason why she'd be a safe person to confide in."

"Well, the reason I don't tell her is really the same reason I don't go 
out in drag. When I get dressed up, I want to be as feminine as 
possible. But even at my best, and even with professional help, I still 
can't make myself look like anything other than a man in drag. And part 
of me hates that, so I don't go out and I don't tell anyone, so that 
I'm not reminded of it."

The doctor considered his words, and said, "Well, I think I know what 
the problem is. Mister Mallone, I believe you are, and realize this is 
only a preliminary diagnosis, a transsexual. A woman trapped in a man's 
body."

"I considered that and suggested it to my last doctor, but he explained 
why it couldn't be that."

"This should be good. Why?"

"Well, I'm not attracted to men, at least not sexually. If I were a 
woman inside then I'd have at least some attraction to men. I also 
don't hate my genitals. Admittedly, I think I'd prefer a vagina, but if 
I had to live with my current organs for the rest of my life, I could 
do that. The doctor explained how many transsexuals hate their 
testicles so much that they've actually gone so far as to mangle their 
bodies in an attempt to get rid of them."

"Mister Mallone, your previous doctor, Doctor Hall, is one of the 
oldest, most experienced psychiatrists in the city. But it is that very 
experience that can interfere with his diagnosis, particularly in cases 
of Gender Identity problems."

"What do you mean?"

"When Doctor Hall was trained, homosexuality was still considered by 
psychiatrists as something that needed to be cured, and Gender Identity 
Disorders weren't even widely recognized as existing, much less well 
defined. I'm afraid with doctor Hall, if you don't use certain phrases 
and buzz words, then you're not a transsexual.

"As for the issues he mentioned, the first is just laughable. I don't 
have exact statistics, but I believe almost half of all transsexuals 
could be considered homosexuals only after you consider their internal 
gender. Many transsexual male to females never express an interest in 
having sex with anything other than other women.

"And although the second is true, many transsexuals have mutilated 
themselves in an effort to be what they want, many transsexuals hate 
their genitals only because it's a constant reminder of what they 
aren't.

"Besides, if you were totally satisfied with his analysis of your 
condition, you wouldn't be here."

"I... I think you're right, doctor. I've always wanted to be a woman, 
for as long as I can remember. I just wanted to be... my own woman, and 
not what kind of woman everyone else told me to be."

"Sounds like I'm right."

"So now what?"

"Now, you have to make a decision. If you really want this, and we need 
to make sure it is what you not only want, but need, then we start you 
on a program to becoming the woman you really are. That will be 
incredibly hard on you. It starts with a year of being a woman in all 
public things. You will need to live as a woman. Dress, appearance, 
regardless of how effeminate you look in drag, you must act, to all 
external appearances, as a woman.

"After that year, we can start you on H.R.T, hormone replacement 
therapy.

The hormones will help your body develop secondary female 
characteristics, breasts most notably, as well as some reduction of 
body hair, softer skin, and some other benefits. After a certain level 
of development, we can discuss sexual reassignment surgery. Having your 
genitalia removed and replaced with a constructed vagina."

Nathan barely heard her description of what he'd have to live through 
for the next couple years. He realized that, as a Ph.D. and scientist, 
he had given too much credence to the "educated" doctor who had told 
him that he wasn't a woman simply because he didn't fit into some 
preset mold the doctor had of femininity. But now that he thought about 
it, he, no she realized it was what she always wanted.

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

TWO MONTHS LATER... 

Today was the big day. Elaine, as Nathan had now decided to call 
himself, had called Susan, his lover and secretary, last night, and had 
rather cryptically warned her not to be surprised at anything "he" did 
today. And today was the day everyone who knew her met Elaine.

Everyone but her doctor and lawyer, who already knew. She had been 
worried that her job would be at risk, but she and her lawyer had 
checked her contract letter by letter. According to her contract, she 
couldn't be fired for a medical problem unless it interfered with the 
commission of her duties, and her transsexuality was considered a 
medical problem. Besides, wasn't she the scientist who had developed 
the cures for Syphilis and Herpes? The bosses would have to be idiots 
to fire her.

She was far more worried about how the girls at work would react. She 
had always had more women friends at work. Her natural but repressed 
femininity combined with the constant secrecy and drive between the 
male scientists for the next big success to isolate her from her male 
colleagues. But the doctor had warned her that many people, including 
the women, would now view her as a freak. But she had to do this. 
Nathan, in her private life, was nothing more than a dim memory. It was 
now time to make it so in her public life.

She went through her closet and chose a simple, blue dress. No sense 
antagonizing the bosses any more than she had to by choosing one of her 
more risque outfits. She still didn't feel comfortable going out in 
public, but this day had been a long time in coming. She put on her 
breastforms, lingerie, and stockings, then slipped the dress on. She 
had gone to a salon on Saturday and gotten her hair and nails 
professionally done, so all she needed was a quick brush out and new 
polish and make-up and she was ready to go.

She stepped into a pair of low heels (high heels were for personal 
entertainment, not for work) and smiled. At 6 foot, she already towered 
over most of the other girls. The heels added another inch and a half, 
making her a giant amongst women.

She left her apartment and drove to work. When she walked into work, 
the silence could be cut with a knife. Taking the doctor's advice, she 
went to her office as though nothing were going on. After sitting at 
her desk, it was only a couple minutes before she heard a knock on her 
door. Susan poked her head in and said, "Mister Mallone, can we talk?"

"Yes, but it's Miss now."

Susan stepped in and closed the door behind her. "Nathan, what-"

Elaine held up her hand. "It's Elaine now. And, as for explanation, it 
always should've been Elaine. Susie, I'm a transsexual, a woman inside.

It just took me a while to realize it. Now I'm making it real."

"I... see."

The silence between them was awkward and finally, Elaine broke it by 
asking, "Susie, do you still want to be my friend and lover?"

"Do you still want me to be?"

"I'd hate to lose you as a lover, but I'd hate even more losing you as 
my friend."

"Nate... Elaine, I was kind of worried about whether you still wanted 
me with your new outlook on life. But as long as you want me, I'll be 
there for you."

Elaine stood up and the two hugged. Susan asked, "Do you want to have a 
little tryst right now?"

"Yes, but I think we'd better wait."

"Why?"

The intercom buzzed. "Unless I seriously miss my guess, that's why."

Susan depressed the button and reflexively said, "Nathan Mallone's 
office."

"Susie, this is Lucy." Lucy was the C.E.O.'s executive secretary.

"What's up, Luce?"

"The big boss wants Nate up here right now."

"What for?"

"Uhm, well, is it true Nate came into the office today in a dress?"

Elaine said, "Like I thought. Nothing moves faster than the corporate 
rumor mill."

Lucy said, "Oh, Nate, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there!"

"No problem, Lucy. And just to quell the rumors, yes, I came into work 
in a dress. And, for the record, my name is now Elaine, so, unless you 
have no other option, please use that."

"Well, Elaine, the boss is a little perturbed and wants to speak to 
you.

You need to get up here, post haste."

"Okay." Elaine gave Susie a quick kiss and said, "Be back in a few."

After Elaine had left, Lucy, still on the box, asked, "Okay, Susie, 
what's the 4-1-1 on your boss?"

"Well, I don't want to gossip, but..."

Elaine walked to the elevator, making a conscious effort to avoid the 
stares she was getting. She took a deep breath after the doors closed 
and wondered if she was going to make it through this first week. The 
doors opened on the executive office where Lucy worked. Lucy said, "Go 
right in, he's expecting you."

Elaine walked into the office of Jason D. Irons, CEO, and chairman of 
the board of the company. He was the single most important man in the 
company, and, from the look on his face, he was none too happy. He 
waved at the chair across the desk from him. After Elaine sat down, he 
said, "Mister Mallone, what is the meaning of," he waved his hands at 
Elaine's dress, "this?"

"In the first place, it's Miss Mallone. And that is what this," she 
waved her hands down her body, "is about. Mister Irons, I was born into 
the wrong body. I am a female, at least my soul is. I am now simply 
taking the proper steps to cause my outer body to reflect that fact."

"Surely you cannot expect this company to tolerate your sexual lark-"

"Sexual lark?! Are you insane?! Do you have any idea what I'm going 
through?! What I've been through?! What I'm going to go through?! I 
suppose if you did, you might want it to continue. After all, it was 
this very problem that drove me to withdraw from others and become the 
greatest in my field. But I am not going to tolerate this anymore. I am 
a woman inside and intend to make it so to everyone else."

"Well, couldn't you do this in your off time? Just come to work in your 
regular suit for a while longer?"

Elaine stared at him angrily. "Mister Irons, in the first place, I 
don't have regular suits anymore. I gave them all to charity. And, in 
the second place, this isn't some... thing I'm doing. I am a woman. 
Period.

Do you require any of your other female employees to come to work 
dressed in men's clothing?"

"But... you don't really look like a woman."

Elaine glared at him. Angrily, she growled, "Thank you for pointing 
that out." Before he could protest any further, she stood up. "Mister 
Irons, the terms of my contract are very clear. I cannot be terminated 
for a medical condition, unless said medical condition interferes with 
the commission of my duties. And my transsexuality is a medical 
condition. I will come to work in dresses, because I am a woman and the 
company dress code allows it. I will, as per company requirements, 
remove any make-up or jewelry when working in the lab so as to not risk 
myself or lab experiments, but except during those times I will wear an 
appropriate amount of both. Good day, mister Irons." And with that, she 
turned on her heel and stormed out of the office.

As soon as she left, and the door was closed behind her, she breathed a 
deep sigh of relief. That was one more hurdle behind her.

Lucy said, "Hey, hun, can I make a suggestion?"

Elaine tensed up. What now? "I guess so."

"The dress you've got on is great, but I think you'd look better in the 
hotter colors, reds, oranges, and yellows."

Elaine smiled and hugged Lucy. "Thanks, hun, I needed that."

"Don't worry about it, hun. The girls in the secretarial pool have been 
talking about it and we're behind you. We always knew there was 
something different about you."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, I guess the biggest difference was that you were never as 
overtly sexual as most men. When most men hug a woman, there's usually 
at least a small component of sex somewhere in it. But with you, a hug 
was rarely anything more than a hug. And you were always just, I don't 
know, I guess friendlier was the word for it."

"Thanks, Luce."

"Anytime, Elaine. And welcome to womanhood."

Elaine gave Lucy the biggest hug she could.

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

FIFTEEN MONTHS LATER... 

One year of being in dresses and three months of hormone therapy hadn't 
resulted in a body much different than the one she had before. Her 
breasts were still barely noticeable and her appearance still hadn't 
changed much.

The doctor told her that it was because she had an unusually high 
amount of testosterone in her system. The doctor had recommended 
removal of her testicles to reduce the amount of testosterone, but 
Elaine had a nasty allergy to anesthetics of all kinds, so she had to 
be very careful about any kind of surgery. Even over the counter pain 
killers could make her violently ill.

One benefit (at least as far as Susie was concerned) was that her 
sexual performance in bed was still the same as ever. But for Elaine, 
it was only one more reminder of her body's betrayal of her soul. Just 
once, she'd like her penis not to spring to attention at Susan's 
lightest touch. She'd like it to take a while. She'd like proof that 
the hormones were having a significant effect on her body.

Her friends had been great all throughout her time. All the girls in 
the secretarial pool had, as Lucy had said, been there for her. 
Ironically, it had been the women executives she had gotten the most 
flak from. The male execs and the other scientists (she was the only 
female scientist on staff) mostly treated her with casual indifference. 
But the two women executives treated her as though she were encroaching 
on private territory. They were, at best of times, catty, at worst, 
outright nasty towards her.

She had heard that after her confrontation with Mister Irons, there had 
been a board meeting to discuss her, but she had heard nothing more one 
way or the other.

She had been working on a new cure for cancer when she had gotten a 
message from Jason Irons, asking her to come up to his office. She went 
straight up there. Lucy was gone for lunch, and Elaine knocked on the 
door. She heard mister Irons say, "Come in," and opened the door.

Peeking her head in, she said, "You called for me?"

"Yes, Miss Mallone. Please come in." Elaine came in. Mister Irons was 
by the mini-bar, and said, "Have a seat." Elaine sat down. "Would you 
care for a drink?"

"No, thanks.""As you wish. Do you mind if I?"

"Go ahead." Elaine waited for Mister Irons to pour himself a drink then 
asked, "Excuse me, mister Irons, but why did you ask me to come up 
here?"

"Please, call me Jason."

"Okay, Jason, why did you ask me to come up here?"

Jason came over and sat on the edge of his desk, clearly a position of 
dominance. "I actually wanted to apologize for how I reacted on that 
day when you first came in a dress. I've had a chance to do some 
research on transsexuals and I underestimated how severe a problem you 
faced."

"That's very... open-minded of you." Elaine couldn't help but feel a 
little strange. Call it feminine intuition, but, despite how nicey-nice 
Jason was acting, something in her was telling her that she was in a 
bad situation and that she needed to get the hell out of there.

"Thanks." Jason got up and walked around behind her. He started rubbing 
her shoulders. "I also wanted to apologize for that crack about you not 
looking very feminine. You make a fine woman."

Elaine's feminine vanity was pleased, but she was still too much the 
practical scientist to fail to notice the sexual implications of how he 
was rubbing her shoulders. She said, "Thanks, but I think I should get 
back to my work," and tried to stand up.

He pressed her back into the seat. "Relax, where's the fire?" He leaned 
down, and kissed her on the cheek.

She stood up quickly, managing to slip out from under his grip. 
"Really, mister Irons! I hardly think this is appropriate!"

She turned and started walking from the room. Before she was half way 
to the door, Jason said, "Hardly the attitude you should be taking to 
the man who saved your job."

She stopped. "What do you mean?"

"I assume you heard of the board meeting to discuss your tenure with 
this company? Well, at this meeting, the general consensus was that you 
were too much of an embarrassment to be allowed to continue to work 
here. As much as I wasn't sure, personally, about your dressing up, I 
realized you were of far too much benefit to the company to be let go. 
So I used my executive privilege to table the discussion indefinitely. 
If it weren't for me, you'd be out on the street right now, a business 
pariah who couldn't get a job at any decent company in the business."

He walked up behind her and started rubbing her shoulders again. "Now 
all I'm asking in return is for you to show me a little kindness." He 
started unzipping her dress. "And, if you're unwilling, I might just 
have to recall that vote to the floor. Then where would you be?"

"You... You can't fire me. I have a contract."

"Don't be naive, Elaine. Officially, we can't fire you for your Gender 
Identity problems, but I'm sure we could find something. And you could 
certainly try to file a grievance or a lawsuit, but even if the courts 
didn't dismiss you, unofficially, of course, for their prejudice 
against transsexuals, our lawyers could keep you tied up long past your 
ability to afford to keep going."

Elaine felt tears coming to her eyes as Jason pulled her dress from his 
shoulders. He undid her bra and pulled it from her. Dropping it to the 
ground, he pulled her to him and started fondling her small breasts. He 
bent her over and removed a hand from her breast. She felt her panties 
being pulled down and a smooth substance being rubbed on her ass. She 
heard a click and a T.V. on the side wall turned on. Playing on it was 
one of those porno films with a she-male getting fucked doggie style by 
some big dicked man.

Elaine felt Jason press his dick into her ass. She almost broke down in 
tears and he started humping into her ass like an animal in heat. She 
held off, neither helping nor hindering nor crying until she felt her 
ass filled with a warm fluid. He pulled out of her and said, "Now that 
wasn't so bad, was it?" She held her tongue, afraid if she said 
anything, she might try to claw his eyes out. "I'm sure you'll grow to 
love it as much as I did."

She almost screamed. But when Jason returned to his desk, saying 
nothing more, she knew when she was being dismissed. She pulled her 
dress back on, zipping it up as she left the office. She ran to the 
nearest bathroom and cried her eyes out. When she got finished, she 
looked at the mess she had made of her face. She was going to have to 
be careful in order to avoid being seen before she could get back to 
her office and fix her make-up.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, she realized Jason had been 
right.

Prejudice against homosexuals and transsexuals was a daily routine in 
the courts. Furthermore, most of her money had been consumed with the 
bills in becoming Elaine. There was no way she could afford a 
protracted court battle with a large corporation. But she swore, with 
every fiber of her woman's soul, someday she would find a way to make 
Jason Irons pay for what he had done to her.

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

TWO MONTHS LATER... 

Every week Jason had summoned her to his office and forced her to 
undergo whatever sex acts he desired. Most often he just fucked her, 
but she had also been forced to give him blow jobs, and also to service 
a couple of his friends. Weekends were her only respite. Two days where 
she could get together with friends and forget about the office.

Her breasts were still small and had only grown to an A cup, even after 
five months of hormone treatment. Her dick had started slowing down in 
its response to sexual stimuli, but was still a rampant monster with 
small incentive. Susie tried to be sympathetic, but Elaine could tell 
she really enjoyed the sex.

Elaine and Susie were alone in her apartment on a Sunday night watching 
a romantic movie Elaine had rented when she heard a knock on her door. 
She got up and opened the door, shocked at who she saw.

She stood there dumbfounded until Susie came over and asked, "Who is 
it, hun?"

"Susie, meet Lily, my sister." Susie saw a medium height woman with 
dark brown hair and large breasts.

Susan didn't miss a beat. She said, "Why don't you come on in, Lily?"

Lily cautiously stepped inside, unable to tear her eyes from the person 
she knew only as her brother. "We're watching a movie. Why don't we 
finish it together?" They sat down together, the silence palpable 
between them.

Finally, Lily said, "Nathan, what is this?"

Trying to avoid the issue, Elaine said, "The movie? 'A Love Affair'."

"That's not what I mean and you know it! What are you doing in a skirt 
and blouse?"

Susie said, "I take it you haven't informed your family of your 
personal discovery?"

Elaine remained silent for a while before saying, "Lily, I've made 
certain discoveries about myself."

"Like what? You're some kind of sexual freak who likes dressing up as a 
girl?"

"It's not like that."

"Then what's going on, Nate? Help me understand."

"Lily... It's not Nathan anymore."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that after a long journey of self-discovery I realized that 
inside, in my heart, I was a woman. I call myself Elaine, now."

"Why didn't you discuss this with us? Your family? Ask us if this is 
okay?"

"Because if it's okay with you isn't really relevant. This is who I am, 
Lily. I have to do this."

Lily just stared for a while before saying, "Fine," and storming out of 
the apartment. Elaine cried through the rest of the movie.

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

FOUR MONTHS LATER... 

A week after Lily's surprise visit, Elaine had tried to call home to 
discuss things with her family, but they refused her calls. She 
realized that she was now without a family and dropped her family name, 
deciding she was now Elaine, and only Elaine. Officially she was still 
Miss Mallone, but to all her friends, she was just Elaine.

After four more months, she had been told she was now as developed as 
she was going to get without surgery, but her allergy to anesthetics 
still scared her senseless. So she had decided to take matters into her 
own hands. In her research for a cure to certain types of cancer, a 
rare type of plant matter had been found that could be made to migrate 
to specific points in the body. Elaine had felt that if she could 
combine it with a way to cause localized growth or shrinkage of the 
tissues, she could get a way to cause rapid body changes in a short 
span of time, getting no muss, no fuss plastic surgery.

It was while working up the preliminary work in the new system that she 
suffered a loss to her life. Theresa, one of the girls in her 
transgender support group, was beaten to death by a skinhead. Elaine 
chose her best black dress and went to pay her respects at the funeral. 
While things were breaking up, Elaine felt a tap on her shoulder. She 
turned and saw a handsome, young man. "Excuse me," he asked, "but would 
you happen to be Elaine?"

"Yes, I am."

"My name is Jim. Theresa was my sister."

"Oh, yes, she talked about you a lot. She mentioned how supportive you 
were of helping her through her change."

"It wasn't that big a deal. The family realized that she was different 
from an early age. It took us a while to figure out how, but once we 
did, we tried to do all we could to make it as easy as possible. Look, 
I'm inviting the girls from the group to a get together later to 
reminisce about her. Could you possibly make it?"

"Sure, I've got the day cleared."

"It's at our house uptown. Do you know where it is?"

"Unfortunately, no. I never got a chance to visit with the other girls 
socially."

"Do you want directions or to just follow me?"

"I can follow you."

Elaine went to her car and followed Jim to the house he shared with his 
sister. She was amazed at where they went. She knew Theresa came from 
wealth, but had no idea how wealthy. The house was in the wealthiest 
part of town. There had even been some rumors flying about that the 
residents would be placing a proposition on the next ballot to surround 
the area with a fence and hire a private security firm in response to 
recent rising violence in the city.

She followed him up to a rather large mansion. She parked in a line 
with the other cars and went in with the others. The rest of the day 
was spent discussing everybody's memories of Theresa. The good. The 
bad. And the funny. Eventually everybody left until Elaine was left 
alone with Jim and one other girl. Finally, the other girl left and 
Elaine said, "I guess I better go, too."

"Actually, I wanted to speak to you alone."

Images of the times where Jason wanted to speak to her alone flashed 
through her head. "Oh?"

"I wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"For being there for Theresa. You were a real help to her."

Elaine was shocked and a little intrigued. "How so? I don't recall ever 
really talking to her, much less helping her."

"You were a sterling example of womanhood to her. Theresa always 
doubted herself, doubted whether she was really achieving her own 
innate femininity. Then you came along. She said you always knew what 
you were and expressed yourself as the consummate woman. She followed 
your example, saying that if she could just become half the woman you 
were, she'd be more than enough woman for any man."

"You're kidding. Look at me. I'm not exactly all woman. Even after 
months of intensive hormone therapy, I still look very much the man."

"Looks are not everything. Wait here."

Elaine waited patiently as Jim left the room. About twenty minutes 
later, the door he went through opened, and Elaine saw a young woman in 
the entry way. At least she thought it was a woman, until "she" strode 
into the room. It took only a couple seconds for Elaine to identify 
"her" as Jim in a dress.

"Is this supposed to prove a point?" she asked.

"Yes. How long did it take you to identify this as me?"

"A couple of seconds."

"Exactly. I can make myself look as female as any person can be without 
actually being a woman. But the minute I walk, talk, or do anything 
really, there's always a glimmer of male that shows through. But with 
you, it's the other way around. Sure, on first look, you appear 
masculine, but with every action you undertake from that point forward, 
you make people doubt that you're not a woman."

"Thanks. But sometimes I wonder if that's enough."

"That's part of what I wanted to talk to you about. Whether you realize 
it or not, you were a big help to Theresa. I'd like to thank you. If 
there's any surgery you want, any medical procedure at all, I will pay 
for it."

"Thanks, but I can't do surgery. I have a severe allergy to 
anesthesia."

"Isn't there anything you can do?"

"I'm working on a possible solution, but I'm not sure when or even if 
I'll be able to create it."

"Why?"

"The assholes at work are rather bottom line on things. I think I've 
worked out all the problems with my new concoction, and it looks like 
the costs will be far too great for it to give any serious profit."

"Then let me fund you."

"Thanks, but that won't work either. One of the key components is a 
product that my company has an exclusive market on. Without it, the 
whole thing falls apart."

"You got the name of the material you need?"

"Sure."

"Then you let me worry about that. You just give me a list of 
everything you need, and I'll tell you when you can start working on 
it."

Elaine was curious, but did as he asked. At work, she put all her notes 
away. When Susie asked why she had given up, Elaine lied and said that 
she had proposed it to the board, but they had rejected her request.

Two weeks later, Jim called her and told her to come on over. When she 
arrived, he led her to a room in the basement, and surprised the hell 
out of her. He had created a private laboratory that was better stocked 
than her own lab at work. But the real surprise was when he gave her a 
small box that was full of the rare plant that she needed! When she 
asked him about it, he simply said, "Let's just say that money can buy 
its way past a lot of barriers," refusing to explain any further.

Elaine didn't press too much, because it gave her a way to work on her 
project in a totally private place. If she succeeded, it would give her 
a way to get out from under Jason Irons once and for all.

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

A MONTH LATER... 

"You can't do this to me!" she yelled.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mallone, but I can," replied Brighton Davis, the 
firm's head accountant. "To all appearances the cost overruns on your 
cancer cure will make any potential profit negligible. So I'm pulling 
the plug."

"What about all the people this could help?"

"This won't help that many people, Miss Mallone. The resultant cost for 
getting the cure will be so exorbitant that only the richest will be 
able to afford it."

Angrily she asked, "So it's just about the bottom line with you?"

Shamelessly, he looked at her and said, "Yes, it is. Good day, Miss 
Mallone."

She glared at him angrily, but realized that further argument would get 
no result, and stormed from the office. Outside, with Jenny, Mister 
Davis' secretary, she fumed, "That stupid, callous, uncaring bean-
counter!"

"That he is," she replied, "but you're lucky he is so bottom-line 
oriented."

"What do you mean?"

"If it weren't for him, the board would've pitched you out on your ear 
after you came in the first time as Elaine."

The shock of what she had said mellowed Elaine instantly. "What are you 
talking about?"

"Didn't you know? At the board meeting that was convened after your 
confrontation with mister Irons, mister Davis was the only one willing 
to stand up to Old Metal Head," the company's nickname for the boss.

"The only one? What was Metal Head's role in that board meeting?"

"Metal Head called it. From what I hear, he raged about you being 'an 
insult to the company' and 'a blight on their old and established 
name.' But Brighton stood up for you. He pointed out that between 
losing your considerable talents and the inevitable ACLU lawsuits, 
wrongful termination would cost the company far more than keeping you 
on."

Elaine was stunned. "I... see. Thanks, Jenny." She barely heard Jenny's 
reply as she walked from the room.

She drove to Jim's mansion, growing more enraged by the second. Jason 
had lied to her! He hadn't been her savior at that board meeting; he 
had been her Judas! Then when he failed to get her dismissed, he 
eventually wound up turning her into his little plaything! She stormed 
into the mansion, bitching out loud. When Jim pressed her for details, 
she told him the whole story.

After she finished, he said, "I'm calling my lawyer."

"Don't bother. There's no evidence. It's my word against his."

"That's good enough for me."

"But not good enough for a court of law. Besides I've got a better 
idea."

"What?"

"Do you know anybody who we could contact to have that scum kidnapped 
and brought here?"

"Officially? No."

"No more playing around, Jim. I am anything but an idiot. I know you've 
got certain 'less than scrupulous' contacts, even if you've never 
admitted it."

"And not admitting it officially keeps you safe in case something goes 
wrong."

"No more games, Jim. In for a penny, in for a pound. What I'm planning 
for Jason D. Irons makes accomplice to kidnapping a minor offense in 
comparison. I want to be in on all stages of this."

"What are you planning?"

Elaine grinned evilly. "Did I tell you that I'm ready to test my new 
'Aggressive Protein Strings?' I figure that since Jason is so enamored 
of sex with she-males, maybe he'd like to try it from the other side. 
Can you think of a better first test subject?"

Jim smiled. "No, I can't."

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

THREE DAYS LATER... 

Jason Irons woke up with a throbbing headache. He had been getting into 
his limo to go out on a night on the town, when someone had konked him 
on the back of his head. Now he was naked and strapped to a table. He 
heard a door open and looked over, seeing Elaine stride purposefully 
into the room.

"Elaine, what's going on here? Release me at once!"

He was shocked when she said, "Shut up before I gag you." He said 
nothing as she strode to a medical cabinet and retrieved a vial of some 
kind. "I bet you're wondering what you're doing here. Well, I heard 
about your real position during the meeting of my fate. You lied to me, 
Jason, then used me for your sexual gratification. I'm going to punish 
you, Jason."

"Wh- What are you going to do to me?"

She filled a syringe with the mixture from the vial. "Make you into 
your sexual fantasy."

He complained loudly as she jammed the syringe into his arm and 
depressed the plunger. Suddenly his body tensed up and he screamed in 
pain. She took a small micro-cassette recorder and said into it, "Note: 
Include, when possible, a pain killer and/or sedative to compensate for 
pain experienced due to rapid tissue readjustment." He passed out after 
only a few seconds, but Elaine watched with scientific fascination as 
he changed.

Jason's body trembled all over then his body's tissue began to flow 
like water. The most noticeable change was in his chest. His nipples 
started to swell then his chest grew a pair of sizable breasts. His 
waist shrunk in and his hips rounded out and grew a bit. His arms and 
legs slimmed and his face took on a more feminine cast. When the 
transformation was finished, except for his hair, Jason had an entirely 
new body.

She looked him up and down, evaluating him from a scientific viewpoint.

The first thing she noticed was that his arms and legs were still 
covered in his normal manly hair. Immediately, thoughts of making him 
get rid of it came to mind, and she considered ways of permanently 
getting rid of hair with her compounds came to mind (She hated having 
to shave her legs). She could have the APS system grow tight around the 
roots of the hair, strangling it to death. In much the same manner, she 
could have the APS's clear up any follicle problems, promoting healthy 
hair growth, all but eliminating any baldness. Thinking about it, she 
realized that killing the hair would work for the face, but killing the 
hair on the arms and legs probably wouldn't be the best idea. Better 
instead to have the APS saturate the follicles and change the 
pigmentation and structure, making the hair on the limbs lighter and 
thinner.

She got out a tape measure and checked his dimensions. His dimensions 
were exactly as she had set when she mixed the compounds, 38-30-36 with 
a D cup.

There were some other things she had to test, but she couldn't do them 
with him unconscious, so she got out some smelling salts and woke him 
up.

He staggered to consciousness, stuttering, "Wh- What's going on? What 
did you do to me?"

She pressed a lever on the base of the table and tilted it so he was 
facing a mirror. "I gave you a fantastic body."

"But... it's a girl's body."

"Yes, it is." She reached up and stroked his new breast. His dick grew 
almost instantly at her touch. "The real trick was giving you breasts 
as sensitive as a woman's. Growth was easy, but getting the nerves to 
have increased responsiveness was the real trick."

Jason couldn't help but moan at the pleasure his new breasts were 
giving him. "Oh, lookie, our new little girl likes her breasts."

"I'm not a girl," he said through panting breath.

"You are as long as I want you to be."

"You can't keep me here forever."

"I don't have to. Just another 24 hours."

"What happens in 24 hours?"

"What I just injected into you will permanently bond to your body, and 
you'll look like this forever."

"I... I can get surgery. Reverse this process."

"And how are you going to pay for it? Use your credit cards? You sure 
look like a Jason Irons now."

"I can explain what you did to me."

"What are you going to explain? You were kidnapped and injected with a 
drug, and when you woke up you had a girl's body? People saw you 
yesterday as Jason. No one's going to believe that in one day you 
turned into this."

"They can test me. They'll find your chemicals in my body."

"To quote you, 'Don't be naive.' You may only be a petty little 
bureaucrat, but even you must realize that a new drug can be discovered 
on current drug tests only if it bears a strong resemblance to current 
drugs.

New designer drugs are almost impossible to detect. And my new drugs 
are like NOTHING ever before created."

"So what are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to keep you here until you've worked off your debt."

"What debt?"

"The costs involved in creating this marvelous concoction."

"You expect me to pay you for turning me into a bitch?!"

"If you ever want to return to manhood, you will."

"You can reverse this? I thought you said it became permanent in 24 
hours."

"And it will. IF I don't give you a specially designed agent that will 
keep that from happening. I've also got an agent that will reverse the 
process entirely, restoring you to your former self."

"What do I have to do to get it?"

"It'll just cost you a half million dollars."

"I'll have to be changed back before I can get a hold of that kind of 
money."

"What? Do I look like I'm stupid? You have to get the money, as is."

"How?"

"We'll put you to work as a maid here. You won't have to pay social 
security or taxes, so all your wages are pure profit. At a fair wage of 
$10/hour, working 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, it'll only take you 
4,167 days or roughly 11.4 years."

"Eleven years! I'll be ruined!"

"Well, there is a way for you to make more money, but I'm not sure 
you'll be willing."

"I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Then we can rent you out as a prostitute. $50 a blowjob, $80 for you 
to fuck them, and $100 bucks for them to fuck you. If you're good, and 
you'll have to be good for us to charge those prices, you could make up 
to a thousand a night."

"That's still over a year."

"It'll have to do. Now let's see if you're worth the price."

"What do you mean?"

Elaine pointed to her crotch. "Time for your first blowjob."

Jason gulped. Elaine used a remote and the restraints holding Jason in 
place popped loose. He went to his knees before her and pulled her 
dress up. He took her panties and pulled them down from around her 
crotch. He leaned forward and took her dick into his mouth gently 
sucking and licking at it. She was amazed at how good he was and soon 
was spraying deep into his mouth.

After he was finished, she asked, "Done this before?" He looked down 
shamefully. "So you have. I guess the big, manly boss didn't want 
anyone to know he was a cocksucking fag."

"Now are you going to fuck me?"

"No, I don't think so. I've never fucked a she-male before, so I can't 
be a proper judge of your ability. So I've got another guy in mind."

Elaine departed from the room, and went to the mansion's security 
office where she could observe the room on hidden cameras. Jim was 
there and signaled the man they had as soon as she walked in. A couple 
seconds later, a man that looked like a walking stereotype of an 
Italian mobster, minus the clothes. The man took Jason, turned him 
around, bent him over and fucked him. After he was finished, he tilted 
the table flat and put Jason on his back atop it. Jason had yet to cum, 
so the man simply straddled his legs, slipped Jason's cock into his ass 
bouncing up and down on him until they both came.

Afterwards, he left and came up to the security room. Elaine asked, "So 
how was he?"

"Not bad at fucking, but only okay at being fucked. I'd suggest 
charging equal amounts for both until he gets better."

"Thanks."

"There's another thing."

"What?"

"My fee for what you eventually have planned for him. I've decided to 
change it."

Jim said, "Trying to stiff us? Want more money?"

"No. My boyfriend has recently started taking hormones without a 
prescription. He wants to grow breasts without going through the 
medical rigmarole."

Elaine said, "That's really dangerous."

"I know. So in return for giving him a fantastic body like that," he 
nodded to the screen, "I'll take care of Miss Irons."

Elaine thought about it. "I'll do it on one condition. We inform your 
boyfriend of everything. This is still experimental. It's one thing to 
use a piece of trash like Metal Head unwillingly, but unless your 
boyfriend is an exploitive bastard, he shouldn't go into this blind."

"Okay. And if he says no, I'll take the original fee."

"Deal."

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

THREE DAYS LATER... 

Jason came up to Elaine in her bedroom. He was dressed in a slinky 
little French Maid's uniform. "Mistress?" He had started to call her 
that after that first day, and Elaine had to admit she got a kick out 
of it.

"Yes?"

"I... don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be a maid, I don't 
want to be a prostitute. I want to go back to normal."

"And how would you suggest paying me back?"

"I... have some foreign bank accounts where I've got almost five 
million dollars in funds I embezzled from the company. I'll give you 
the access codes if you just return me to normal and let me go."

Elaine stared at him for a bit before saying, "Come with me."

He followed her down to the room with the table. She pointed at the 
table and he got up on it. She strapped him down, and went to the 
cabinet and got out a vial. "What's that?" he asked.

"A truth serum. It's a combination of sodium pentathol and my new 
creation. Much more effective. I don't want you withholding anything."

Jason grumbled a bit, but lay back as she injected him. After the drug 
kicked in, she quizzed him on the money he had stolen (almost 10 
million) and all the access codes.

When she finished, she unstrapped him and left him to sleep it off. She 
went to the parlor where her thug for hire and his boyfriend were 
looking at a tape, watching Jason's transformation. The boyfriend was 
dressed in a beautiful evening gown, looking very much the beautiful 
girl. Elaine felt a pang of jealousy at how feminine this boy looked. 
Well, after the tests were finished, she could use the compound and 
she'd have a fantastic body of her own and no one would ever doubt her 
femininity again.

When she entered the room, the young boy-girl asked, "You can do this 
for me? Give me a real girl's body?"

"Yes. And unlike hormones your penis will remain fully functional 
afterwards."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you know? Intensive hormone treatment can result in a loss of 
function of your penis." From the shocked look on his face, it was 
clear he had had no idea. "Consider it a lesson in why you don't take 
medication without a doctor's supervision."

"But you can give me big breasts without surgery or losing my dick?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but can I ask for a request?"

"What?"

"Can you give me a pill instead of a shot? I hate shots."

"It'll take some work to come up with a concoction capable of surviving 
the digestion process intact, but I think I can."

"Thanks."

Elaine left, went to the security office, gave Jim the info on the 
Swiss Bank accounts, and then went to her lab. Three hours later she 
returned to the parlor with a beaker full of bubbling green ooze. "Is 
that it?" the youth asked.

"Yes."

"It seems like a lot more than you gave that other guy."

"It is. You need more since you're taking it orally rather than 
intravenously." She handed him the beaker.

He took the beaker and drank it down. "Hmm, kind of nice. Minty."

"I included a peppermint oil for taste."

"It's," he started before growing woozy. "Woah. Feeling... dizzy."

Elaine took him and set him on the couch. He was asleep before she let 
him go. "Why the sedative?" his thug boyfriend asked.

"Remember how much pain Jason went through? I didn't want him going 
through that."

"Thanks." The thug quickly pulled the breastforms from his boyfriend's 
bra. They then sat back and watched as the boy's body shifted and 
flowed into a form much more suited to his clothing. "How long till he 
wakes up?"

"The sedative was real mild. I figure about an hour."

"Thanks."

Elaine went to the security office. "You get all Jason's money?"

"Transferred to other accounts." He handed a list to her.

"What's this?"

"The accounts and their access codes. I took enough to recoup what I 
spent plus a tidy profit. The other 9.5 million is yours." Elaine was 
stunned.

Never in all her plotting had she expected to ever get so much for 
herself.

"So what's the plan with Jason?"

"Same as before, just moved up since we've been paid."

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

THE NEXT MORNING... 

Jason woke up and got out of his nightie (Elaine insisted he always be 
dressed in something feminine). He went to the closet to get a dress 
when his entire body started to tremble. He froze in place and was 
unable to move as his breasts actually grew! After he could move again, 
he ran to the door, prepared to throttle Elaine to find out what 
happened, but the door was locked. He pounded on the door, not even 
hearing the low hiss of released gas that knocked him unconscious.

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

Elaine was with her hired thug and his "girl"friend watching the tape 
of Jason's further transformation. Finally, Melody (as the boy-girl was 
calling himself now) said, "And this could happen to me now?"

"I don't know. This occurred 25 1/2 hours after his last dose. Exactly 
when I predicted the agent would permanently bond with his system. If 
you want I'll give you a reversal agent right now."

"No. I can handle huge breasts. Will I get as much growth as him?"

"I have no idea. Jason grew from a D cup to a double E and I don't even 
know why."

"Well, we'll find out what happens to me in a couple hours."

"I guess so." She turned to the nameless thug. "So will this make Jason 
impossible to sell on the slave market?"

"Are you kidding? This'll make him even more valuable. I know a few 
middle east sheiks who'll pay big bucks for a big breasted she-male to 
enslave."

"Good. I'd hate to see him escape his fate."

They waited patiently for a couple hours until Melody's body absorbed 
the APS's. She froze in place and her body trembled like Jason's. Then 
it stopped and she could move again. "Nothing happened," Elaine said.

"Not exactly," Melody replied. She reached under her dress and freed 
her dick, a rampant monster growing hard.

The thug said, "Holy crap, you've grown!"

Elaine asked, "How much? How big was he before?"

Melody said proudly, "I was barely 4 inches when erect. Now look at 
me!"

To the thug, Elaine said, "Can you get her hard? I'd like to measure 
her fully erect."

The thug reached out and started massaging Melody's dick. Soon Melody 
was fully erect and measured out at 14 inches. "Three and a half times 
as long," Elaine commented.

"And if you don't mind," the thug commented, "I'd like to take Melody 
upstairs and give it a try."

"Go ahead."

After they left, Jim asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was just thinking about my dick. I've got ten inches when erect, and 
although I've never hated my dick, it's always been a reminder of what 
I'm not. Even with the entire rest of my body becoming all woman, I 
don't think I could stand having a three foot reminder jutting from my 
loins."

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

FOUR DAYS LATER... 

Jim walked into the lab. "Old Metal Head is now on his way to the 
middle east. Have you figured out what causes that growth?"

"Yes, I have."

"What causes it?"

"A necessary evil. In order for the system to truly work, it needs to 
bond with and become a part of the system. But when the body stops 
getting new stuff and starts producing new Strings of its own, a 
swelling occurs in the tissues where the greatest concentrations of 
Strings exist."

"Okay, then I can understand the growth in the breasts, it's where the 
greatest growth occurs. But why the penile growth?"

"The APS system needs male hormones, so they bond with the testicles in 
order to get that. In certain blood types, most of the APS's Strings 
get shunted to the testicles. Near as I can figure, an O blood type or 
an A or B positive blood type will experience breast growth. An A or B 
negative or an AB positive blood type gets the penile growth."

"And an AB negative blood type?"

"An AB negative blood type will inevitably reject the APS's and revert 
to the body they had before being exposed. Further, if they don't get a 
new dose quickly after reverting, their body will develop an immunity 
to the system making further changes impossible."

"And your blood type?"

Elaine took a beaker and threw it against the wall. "AB negative. If, 
after the first dose, I don't get daily doses of the medication, I'll 
revert to Nathan. It may even destroy what little effects I've gotten 
from the hormones."

"I'm sorry. But I'm sure you'll eventually solve this."

"I hope so, but I hate this. I either continue through life looking 
like a half-man, half-girl freak, or I become chained to getting a 
daily dose of hard to create, very expensive medication."

"Well, you've got 9 plus million to work with."

"Yeah, and how long is that going to last? I've created two doses of 
the medication, and have enough material for three more doses. That 
cost a quarter million. I figure once I get into mass production, I can 
cut the cost by a fifth, but that's still $10,000 a dose. 9.5 million 
will last me about 2 1/2 years, then what?"

"You'll make more money."

"At $10,000 a day, that's 3.65 million a year. How am I going to make 
that? Now I'm beginning to see why Brighton pulled the plug on my 
cancer cure, despite the good it could do. It was just too expensive."

"Well, how'd you like to double your current resources, as well as get 
a small collection of businesses to work with? Between business income 
and investing the 19 million, you'll easily make that 3.65 mill, plus 
enough to live very well for the rest of your life."

"What do you have in mind?"

Jim sighed. "I'm a little tired of this life. I think I've done 
everything, at least everything I wanted. I want something new. And 
what can be more new than to try being a girl?"

"Are you sure? You've seen what happens."

"Yes, and with A positive blood, I get breast growth. Besides, you need 
more test subjects, don't you?"

"Yes, but what about you? You won't have your money anymore."

Jim laughed. "I have plenty squirreled away in foreign accounts I can 
access by number. I can easily afford enough to buy a whole new 
identity.

So I'll give you my life in return for a new one."

"Are you sure? Once you do this, there's no going back."

"I'm sure."

Elaine mixed up a dose of the medication and fed it to him. His body 
trembled and slowly flowed into its new shape. When he was finished, he 
said, "I didn't pass out."

"With the data I got from Jason and Melody, I was able to create a 
solution with a localized pain suppressor. Only radical changes will 
need a knockout drug."

"And my breasts are small, only B cup."

"That's because unless I specifically change the formula, you wind up 
getting the breasts you'd get if you had been born female. And don't 
forget, in 25 1/2 hours, they'll swell another 3-5 cups. So what are 
you going to call yourself?"

"Theresa."

"After your sister?" Jim nodded, then they both broke down in tears.

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

THREE DAYS LATER... 

Elaine stared at the phone, still wondering if she should make the call 
to Susie. She hadn't seen her lover since before she had taken Jason 
hostage.

She had planned to call her once everything was straightened out, but 
now wasn't sure that was a good idea.

Two days ago, Melody called and told her that Lawrence (the thug) had 
been arrested and it looked like a slam dunk case. Since Larry's life 
was going to be watched for the next decade or two, Melody was going to 
have to leave Elaine's life so she wouldn't be at risk for 
investigation by the police.

And the more Elaine thought about it, the more she realized that much 
the same thing was going on between her and Susie. Elaine was now a 
felon, even if the police had no idea of what felony had occurred. 
Elaine was now guilty of kidnapping, assault, illegal administration of 
a potentially dangerous substance, slavery, and god knew what else. If 
something went wrong, could she really put Susie at risk as an 
accomplice after the fact? But part of her didn't want to let go. Jim 
a.k.a. Theresa had disappeared after getting her breast growth. Before 
Elaine had even started all this he had dismissed his staff (with 
sizable pensions) so they wouldn't be at risk for knowing anything 
about what they were planning, and, even though Elaine had other seedy 
contacts for necessary dirty work, with Larry and Melody gone, she was 
now very alone.

Finally she decided she wouldn't contact Susie. It wouldn't be fair to 
expect her to give up her life just so Elaine could have a friend. 
She'd just have to do the rest of this alone.

She went to the lab. She had just received a new shipment of the 
crucial plant that made her APS system possible, enough for a whole 
year, so now it was time to make Elaine into the girl she was always 
meant to be. She mixed up a new batch of APS, minus any pain killer. 
With her allergy, she'd just have to suffer through what Jason had. A 
kind of penance, she guessed.

She filled a syringe and went upstairs. She sat on the edge of her bed 
and injected herself. A burning sensation immediately started in her 
arm and spread to the rest of her arm like wildfire. She screamed in 
pain and passed out.

When she awoke, she was on the floor. She climbed on to the bed and sat 
up. She looked into the mirror and saw... a woman. The harsh, male 
lines in her face were gone, replaced by smooth, rounded ones. She saw 
definite similarities between her and her sister and mother. Her bosom 
was now a large D cup. She had to laugh at that. She still had the 
smallest chest in the family. But with her height, her breasts seemed 
almost normal, where mom, Lily, and her other sister, Edie, all 
appeared to have freakishly large bosoms.

She got up and her dress pulled tight across her chest. She smiled. She 
still fit all her old clothes, but a new wardrobe would fit so much 
better.

Besides shopping always did cheer her up.

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

FIVE YEARS LATER... 

Elaine looked in pride as the sign was put on the front of her new, 
commercial lab. "Biotech Industries" it read. It was a small sign, 
barely readable unless you knew where to look, but that was how her 
neighbors wanted it. It had been hard enough getting a special 
dispensation for a private business in a residential neighborhood. But, 
with her money wisely invested, she was now one of the richest people 
in this part of town. And in a part of town where no one was worth less 
than 7 figures that was saying something.

But now she needed an accountant, someone with a cool business mind who 
could look after her business interests so she could finally find the 
much needed component that would free her from her daily chemical 
chain.

Investing wasn't as hard as it looked, but it was time consuming. So 
she needed a business accountant, and she knew just the man. And the 
irony was it would be the final blow against the company that had so 
used her before.

After she had left her old company, and after its CEO had just 
disappeared, the business had almost folded. The ironic thing was that 
since both she and Jason had disappeared at the same time, the police 
had assumed they were both kidnapped by the same person or persons, 
most likely a rival company. Now, only the expert work of Brighton 
Davis was keeping the company alive, and even with him it was only a 
matter of time. She was sure she could convince him to join her new 
company, particularly with the incentive package she had for him.

She walked into the bar where her investigators told her that Brighton 
hung out after he got off work. It was a comfortable, leisurely bar 
designed after that old TV show, "Cheers." He was at the end of the bar 
where "Norm" used to sit. She went over and sat in "Cliff's" seat. 
"Mister Davis?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Elaine."

"Elaine... ?"

"Just Elaine. I've recently started a new medical research firm and I'd 
like the opportunity to try to convince you to join me."

"I have a lucrative contract with my current firm. Why would I want to 
leave it for your firm, a totally untested firm?"

"Because you are a very bottom line man. I happen to know your current 
firm is dying and your contract with them ends today. You have a three 
year option, but we both know your company will not survive to the end 
of that three years. That is why you have yet to exercise that option."

"You know quite a bit, Miss Elaine."

"Money buys a lot of information."

"That it does. Now let me tell you what I know about you. Two years 
ago, you appeared on the scene, the purchaser of a small group of 
businesses that were sold to you just before their owner disappeared on 
an international trip. You've kept your businesses small but 
profitable, but you've sunk a good sized amount of money into your new 
business, and everything you have rests on it. Now why would I want to 
get involved in so risky a proposition? Particularly since I already 
have many offers from other companies?"

"Because I have certain resources that will guarantee my business's 
survival."

"Like what?"

"Mister Davis, surely you can't expect me to discuss that in an open 
bar? But if you're willing to go with me back to my mansion, I will 
show you a sample of what will make my company the company to run 
with."

Brighton stared at her for a bit before saying, "I knew an Elaine once.

She was about your height, too. Almost the same hair color, too." 
Elaine remained stony faced, but inside was terrified. Did he know? Did 
he even suspect? She almost breathed a sigh of relief when he said, 
"But other than that, you two look nothing alike."

"So?"

"Alright, Miss Elaine, I'll give you a chance. But understand, this is 
just business, so don't try to use your body to entice me."

"No risk there, Mister Davis. I'm a devout lesbian."

As he extended his arm in a gentlemanly way, he said, "Strange, the 
Elaine I knew was a lesbian, too."

"What are the odds?"

Elaine drove the two of them out to her mansion. As they passed the 
perimeter of her part of town, Brighton commented, "So they're finally 
building that fence."

"Yup. Part of me regrets its necessity, but part of me is glad for the 
protection."

They drove up to her mansion, and walked up to the door. As they went 
inside, Brighton asked, "No servants?"

"I live alone. I don't really need them."

"Most people in this part of town don't need them. That doesn't stop 
them from hiring them."

"I'm not most people. Care for a drink?"

"Have any Creme de Menthe?"

"I do." Elaine had bought a small supply when her agents had informed 
her it was Brighton's favorite liqueur. She mixed up a drink with a 
little extra and handed it to him.

He drank it down and asked, "You had some evidence of your hidden 
resources?"

"You're about to see them."

Brighton felt a strange tingle pass through his body. He looked down 
and saw his tight shirt stretched open as he grew small breasts. "Oh my 
god!"

He looked up at Elaine. "You are Elaine Mallone."

"Actually, I dropped the Mallone a looong time ago."

Brighton grew steely eyed. Coldly, he said, "So now-" but then cringed 
as another tingle passed through his body and his breasts grew, popping 
one button free from his shirt.

"I need to know what you're feeling, Brighton, so I included a special 
component. Every time you bury your emotions, your most notable womanly 
assets get a little larger. So if you're feeling a little... pissed, I 
suggest you let it out."

Brighton's face grew steadily angrier until he released a string of 
epithets that would've made a sailor blush. When he finished, Elaine 
asked, "Feel better?"

"A little. So now what? I join your firm or I don't get my body back?"

"No. You'll need delayers on Saturday and Sunday night to keep this 
from becoming permanent, but on Monday morning, regardless of any other 
decision you make, the reversal agent is yours."

"Then why this?" He waved his hands down his body.

"Because I don't want this to be just about the bottom line for you, 
Brighton. I want you to know, even if only for a weekend, what a 
transsexual lives for decades. What it is to be in the wrong body. To 
be forced to present a face to the world you know is false."

"Then what?"

"Then think about profit margins. Not including the doctor interviews 
just to start the procedure, medical treatments for transsexuals can 
easily run into 5 figures. And that's not including optional surgeries 
like breast implants or body sculpting. My medication costs slightly 
over 8 thousand.

Just by charging 10 to 15 thousand, we can give a body more feminine 
than even the most expensive surgery for a fraction the cost, and still 
make a nice profit."

"Okay, I'm definitely intrigued."

"So now we get some sleep. Tomorrow we go out on the town."

"I'd rather not."

"But that's the point of this weekend, Brighton. You have to go through 
this to really understand what I and others went through for a 
lifetime, so you can know just how much of a boon this really is. And 
even with this you still won't have a full idea of what we really go 
through. You know that on Monday, this is all over. For a transsexual, 
this may be something that they have no idea what it is, much less when 
it'll be over. And once they do discover what it is, it becomes a long, 
drawn out process lasting years. Try to imagine that, Brighton. Try to 
imagine the discomfort you will experience over just one weekend 
lasting a lifetime. Then imagine what you would pay to correct those 
problems."

"Okay. You always were a good arguer, Elaine. If you hadn't decided to 
go into chemistry, you'd have made a great lawyer."

Elaine feigned indignancy, saying, "Well, there's no need to get 
insulting," but then smiled, showing she understood his words for the 
compliment they were.

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

THE NEXT DAY... 

Elaine and Brighton (calling himself Bridgette for the duration of his 
stay in this body) were walking through one of those high priced malls. 
They were mostly looking, but occasionally making a few purchases 
(Elaine mostly). At one point, Elaine leaned over and whispered, 
"You're looking awfully uncomfortable, Bridgette."

"Of course I'm uncomfortable. I keep wondering if someone knows I'm not 
a woman."

"Relax, you look fine."

"Says you."

Elaine just smiled. She pulled a few dresses off the rack and brought 
them to the attendant so that she could have them modeled. As she 
returned to get Bridgette she noticed that there was a man hitting on 
"her" and decided to hold back to see how the accountant handled it. 
Bridgette was clearly uncomfortable, and tried to get the guy to leave 
him alone, but the guy didn't seem to get the hint, and when he finally 
grabbed Bridgette's ass, Elaine moved forward to help. She saw 
Bridgette tense up and guessed that Bridgette just became a little more 
buxom.

Regretting holding back so long, she moved up quickly, but then she saw 
Bridgette haul off and slap the guy. "I am not interested in you, jack-
ass! And if you ever put your hand on me again without permission, I 
will rip it off and feed it to you!"

Before the man could do or say anything, Elaine walked up, wrapped her 
arm around Bridgette, kissed him on the lips and said, "Is this crass 
man bothering you, dearie?"

The man said, "Oh, I get it." Then, as he walked away, he muttered, 
"Fuckin' lezzies."

After he was out of earshot, Bridgette said, "Thanks, but I could've 
handled him."

"I know, but you've got to be careful sometimes. I doubt the man 
would've gotten violent, but you never know."

Bridgette snorted. "I've got a black belt in karate. And, although my 
new body might've made some of the fancier moves a little harder, if 
he'd've touched me, I'd've killed him."

"Then all the better I did step in. Bridgette's disappearance two days 
after killing a man would've raised way too many questions."

"I suppose so."

"Sorry about the kiss though. It just seemed the easiest way to get rid 
of him."

"Why sorry about the kiss? That was the most pleasant part of the whole 
thing. You're a beautiful woman, Elaine."

"Yeah, but I wasn't always one."

Bridgette seemed to think about that. "You know, unless you point that 
out, I really do seem to forget it. And that's saying something from a 
man with a photographic memory."

"You're kidding."

"Not really. Nathan was... oddly forgettable. But you? You're anything 
BUT forgettable. You really came into your own as a woman, Elaine."

"Thanks."

The store attendant came up and said, "Miss Elaine, the models are 
ready."

As they walked to the viewing area, Bridgette asked, "Is that something 
that transsexuals have to go through?"

"Transsexuals? No. At least not usually. But as a female homosexual, I 
go through it regularly. You can't imagine how many times I've gone 
through that. Usually explaining I'm a lesbian gets rid of them, but,"

Elaine rolled her eyes, "god save me from the men who think that if I 
just get the right dick inside me, I'll 'convert back' to hetero."

They took their seats and watched a short fashion show. Elaine chose a 
few dresses, and Bridgette watched the girls in fascination. At one 
point, Elaine leaned over and said, "I notice you're eying that cute 
redhead. I can tell she's eying you back. Why don't you make a play for 
her?"

"Why? There's no future for us. Bridgette disappears in a couple days.

Besides, if I made a play for her now, I'd feel like I was lying to 
her.

Misrepresenting who I was."

"Now that I remember. Because I wasn't being true to myself, I felt 
like I was lying to everyone else. It nearly broke up me and Susie."

"You know, she's still working at the firm. She and a bunch of others 
are going to need new jobs as well."

"I'm not sure I want to bring Susie and the other girls into my life. 
They were always as nice as they could be. I'm... not as nice as I was 
before."

"So don't tell them who you are. I barely had a hint of who you were, 
and I've got a photographic memory."

"I don't know."

Bridgette stared at her for a bit before saying, "How long's it been 
since you've been with someone?"

Elaine sighed. "You always did have a way of cutting to the bottom 
line.

Susie was my last steady. I've had a few trysts here and there, but 
nothing substantive."

"Y'know, Susie still is one of the best medical assistants in the 
business.

Even if you don't restore your physical relationship, she'd be a great 
asset."

Elaine gave a small chuckle. "You sound like you're already an 
executive."

Bridgette smiled. "Maybe, but don't change the subject. Are you going 
to hire Susan or not?"

"I'll consider it. Now, however, is not the time."

The fashion show quickly ended after they finished and Elaine took her 
list of choices to the attendant, so they could be tailored to her 
personal dimensions before being delivered to her home. When she 
finished the business portion of her visit, Elaine looked around for 
Bridgette and saw him talking to the cute redhead. She waited a bit 
before he finally came over to her. "So what were you two talking 
about?" Elaine asked.

"I've now got a date for tomorrow night."

"I thought you weren't going to ask her out."

"I didn't. She asked me, and when I tried to say no, my buried feelings 
caused my breasts to grow again. I couldn't think of a way to show that 
I wanted to and still say no, so I just told her yes."

"Sorry. I didn't even think about you getting asked out, and, well, 
wanting to in your current form."

"Neither did I."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Well, now that you mention it..."

"What?"

Bridgette grinned. "I only told her I could go out if she found a date 
for my 'cousin'. She said she had just the guy, but when I explained 
you were a lesbian, too, she said she knew just the girl."

Elaine stared at Bridgette for a bit before asking, "Does that grin 
mean you expect me to just refuse or that you enjoy putting me in this 
position?"

"I'm not sure. A little of both, I guess."

Elaine thought about it and said, "Ah, hell, I haven't been on a blind 
date since high school. I guess you're stuck with your redhead."

"I think I can survive. Now, can we go out to the car?"

"Why?"

"Because between that guy earlier and Maria, I now have a D cup. This 
bra I've got on feels like a rubber band around me. I need to go get 
one of those larger bras you put in the trunk just in case."

"Of course. When and where do we meet the girls?"

As they started to walk, Bridgette said, "They get off at 7. I told 
them we'd pick them up."

"Fine. But in case you hadn't noticed, the back seat of my car is a 
little cramped, and you and your date get it."

"Why?"

"Because I have no intention of turning over my keys to complete 
strangers, and since Bridgette doesn't have a driver's license, and it 
wouldn't be fair to put both girls into that cramped back seat, you and 
your date get the back seat. Unless you want me to be in the front seat 
with your date."

Bridgette smiled. "What? And lose both girls to the superior woman?"

"Flatterer."

They got to the car and Elaine got the D cup bra out of the trunk.

Bridgette climbed into the back seat (the car had tinted windows) and 
started changing into the new bra. "Elaine?" he asked as he changed.

"Yes, dear?"

"What do I do if this girl wants to have sex? I don't think I could say 
no to her, and I don't really want to lie to her."

"I see what you mean. Well, I hate to say it, but you may have to lie 
to her. Tell her that although you want to have sex with her, you don't 
feel it would be proper to have sex outside of a committed 
relationship."

"But what if that doesn't work? What if it goes too far?"

"Don't let it go too far. If you feel that you just couldn't say no in 
any way, tell her you are a pre-op transsexual. Let her know you still 
have male organs and let the decision be hers."

Bridgette sat up. "Okay, I'm dressed. And thanks for the advice."

"Any time."

"So now where to?"

"Well, since I didn't expect you to have a date, I didn't purchase a 
formal gown for you. So we go shopping."

Bridgette heard the excitement in Elaine's voice and said, "Y'know, 
I've been a woman for just under 24 hours now, and I still don't get 
the shopping thing. What do you find so exciting about it?"

Elaine shrugged. "I don't know. I just always found it fun. It got even 
more exciting once I could openly buy the clothes I really wanted."

"You really are all woman, Elaine."

"Thank you. Even though I'm pretty sure that was a veiled sexist 
comment."

Bridgette grinned. "I'll never tell."

Elaine and Bridgette went shopping for a new dress, then went back home 
to get ready. At 6:30, they got into the car and headed back to the 
shopping center. They had to wait for about 10 minutes before Maria got 
off with her mystery friend. When she did, she came out from the back 
room with a beautiful brunette. The only problem Elaine saw with the 
girl was that she looked barely 19. Elaine always had preferred her 
women a little more mature.

Maria came over and gave Bridgette a friendly peck on the cheek. "Hey, 
beautiful, I'd like you to meet Alyssa, my little sister."

Bridgette said, "Maria, Alyssa, I'd like you to meet my cousin, 
Elaine."

Elaine said, "Charmed. So where are we headed?"

Bridgette said, "Well, Maria, you did the asking, so do you have any 
plans?"

"I wanted to make some plans, but I got busy."

Elaine dove in. "How about we go see that new play? It's supposed to be 
all the rage."

"But that's been sold out for weeks."

Elaine waved it off. "I've got season tickets. A balcony box with four 
seats. I don't use it a lot, because I don't like going to the theater 
alone, but it's there for us if you'd like."

Maria said, "Sounds great. Alyssa?"

"Okay with me."

Elaine extended her hand to Alyssa as Bridgette and Maria walked 
together to the car. Alyssa took Elaine's proffered hand, and the two 
followed to the car. They drove to the theater, with Bridgette and 
Maria in the back.

Maria, far from being upset at being in the tiny space, used the 
cramped quarters as an excuse to sit atop Bridgette's lap.

At the theater, they watched the new play by an up and coming new 
writer.

Alyssa kept putting her hand on Elaine's lap and trying to slide it up 
under her dress. Elaine found the girl's youthful exuberance both 
refreshing and pesky. Refreshing in that she hadn't been with someone 
in a very long while, and it was nice having someone so clearly 
interested in her. Pesky in that she wasn't ready to reveal too much, 
which is what would've happened had Alyssa managed to put her hand up 
Elaine's dress. So Elaine had to spend a good deal of time diverting 
the younger girl's hand.

After the show, they returned to Elaine's mansion. They went into a 
large room Elaine used for entertaining, and she put on some slow music 
and they danced together for a while. At one point, Elaine looked up 
and saw that Bridgette and Maria had disappeared. "Where'd Bridgette 
and your sister go?"

Alyssa commented, "Oh, that. Maria said she was going to try to 
convince your cousin to take her to bed. I guess she succeeded. Want to 
follow their lead?"

"You know, you're being awful forward."

"So? I like you. Don't tell me you don't like me. Why shouldn't we go 
to bed together?"

Elaine sighed. "Alyssa, you're a very beautiful girl, but-"

Alyssa interrupted. "But I'm too young, right? I get so tired of 
hearing that. I'm 19, a legal adult. So what if I'm not old enough to 
even drink yet?"

"That's not it. And you shouldn't interrupt."

"Sorry."

"As I was about to say, you're a very beautiful girl, but there's 
something you should know about me."

"What?"

"I'm... a transsexual. I was born male, and, as of right now, I still 
have my male organs."

Alyssa was obviously shocked. "You have a... dick?" Elaine nodded.

Alyssa stepped back and stared at Elaine's crotch. "I don't... It's 
just... I..."

"You're not really interested in having sex with a dick, even one on a 
woman."

Alyssa looked down shame faced. "Sorry."

Elaine said, "I understand," and thought, 'I wish I could hate you for 
it, but I do understand.' Then she said, "I'm going to go into the 
other room.

There's a T.V. under that painting and there's a remote in the end 
table.

Feel free to play music or watch something or whatever."

Elaine went into the parlor, made a call, then got a bottle of liquor 
and a glass and started drinking. About an hour later, Bridgette came 
in and said, "The girls are ready to go."

"Oh, I'm in no condition to drive. I called a limo company I have an 
account with. There should be a car and driver waiting outside."

Bridgette stepped into the parlor. "You're drunk off your ass."

Elaine looked down at the couch she was sitting on then looked up at 
Bridgette. "Funny, I thought I was drunk on my ass." She snorted in 
amusement at her own joke and said, "Cheers!" downing her glass in one 
gulp.

"I thought your allergy kept you from using any form of sedative or 
anesthetic."

Elaine refilled her glass. "That's the funny thing about my allergy. I 
can get drunk. When I stop being drunk, I'll be violently ill and 
probably throw up any food I've eaten for the last three days, but I 
can get drunk."

She then raised her glass, said, "Cheers!" again, and downed another 
glass full of alcohol.

Bridgette came over and took the bottle from Elaine. "I'm going to go 
say good-bye to the girls then I'm going to come back and take care of 
you."

After Bridgette left the room, Elaine looked around, only now seeming 
to notice that she no longer had a bottle in her hand. She stood up, 
and nearly fell over stumbling to the bar. She reached behind the bar, 
knocking over a couple bottles before managing to wrap her hand around 
the neck of a decanter full of brandy. She pulled it out, but before 
she could do anything with it, Bridgette, who had returned to the room, 
took it away from her.

"Aw, don't be a party pooper," Elaine said.

Bridgette wrapped Elaine's arm around her shoulders for support and 
started up to the bedrooms, saying, "Let's get you to bed."

Despite saying, "Don't worry your pretty little head about me," Elaine 
didn't fight as Bridgette helped her up the steps. As they walked down 
the hall, Elaine said, "Y'know, babe, you really do have a pretty 
little head.

Want to sleep with me?"

"No."

"What's the matter? Did your little chippie wear you out?"

"Hardly. And if you weren't drunk, and I thought you were serious, I'd 
take you up on your offer. But I don't sleep with drunk women and I 
definitely don't want you waking up tomorrow regretting your actions."

They went into her room. "You're a good friend, Bridgette. I want to 
apologize."

"For the chippie remark? Don't worry about it."

"No, for calling you a 'stupid, callous, uncaring bean-counter.'"

Bridgette helped Elaine out of her dress. "I don't recall-"

"After you pulled the plug on my cancer project. You don't know how 
angry I was at you. But you really do care."

"Thanks."

Elaine giggled. "So I guess that makes you a stupid, callous, caring 
bean counter."

Bridgette smiled as he tucked Elaine into bed. "Go to sleep, Elaine."

As he turned to leave, Elaine said, "Bridgette? Stay with me tonight?"

"I told you-"

"No, not sex. I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Bridgette considered it, then got undressed and climbed into bed with 
Elaine.

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

THE NEXT MORNING... 

Bridgette was awakened the next morning when Elaine bolted from the bed 
into the bathroom. He got up and quickly followed. He held her hair out 
of the way as she voided the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

After she was finished, she sat on the floor next to the toilet.

Bridgette sat beside her and asked, "Why did you do this to yourself? 
So what if some little teeny bopper didn't want you?"

"That's the thing. She did want me. Until she found out what I had in 
my panties. Kind of ironic, isn't it? Tomorrow, you'll be all man 
again, but I'll be a woman tomorrow and the next day and the next, but 
you're the one who scored with the lesbian. I hate this. Because of one 
small genetic defect, it seems that no one will ever accept me for who 
I am."

"Why not get rid of it? Can't your solutions do that?"

"Not yet. I've been looking for a combination that'll work, but so far, 
everything I've come up with won't work in the same body as my 
feminizing solution. At least not one where the feminizer is already in 
place. I'm working on it, but so far the results don't look promising."

"Sorry to hear it."

"Thanks for not taking advantage of me last night. Did you really mean 
it when you said you'd have sex with me? Despite knowing what I have in 
my panties?"

"Elaine, if this adventure has taught me nothing else, it's taught me 
that the true measure of a person isn't what they've got between their 
legs."

Bridgette leaned over and gave Elaine a friendly kiss.

"You really do make a beautiful woman, Brighton. Sure you want to go 
back?"

Bridgette laughed. "I'm sure. Come on, let's go get breakfast."

At the mere mention of food, Elaine's stomach churned and she leaned 
back over the toilet and lost it again. After she finished, she sat 
back and said, "I think I better stay close to the toilet for a while."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault. I did this to myself."

"Elaine?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you focus so much on the physical? You are woman enough for 
anyone, male or female. But some immature little teenager can't see 
that and you destroy yourself agreeing with her. So what if you have a 
penis? The rest of you is all woman, inside and out."

Elaine stared off into space, thinking about it. "I guess there are 
times when it just feels like the one thing male about me sticks out 
like a sore thumb."

"It doesn't."

"Thanks." Elaine leaned over and rested her head on Bridgette's 
shoulder.

After a while, Bridgette said, "Elaine, I've decided."

"On?"

"On joining your firm."

"And the answer is?"

"Yes. Assuming we can work out an equitable contract."

Elaine gave a short laugh. "You would want to talk contract 
negotiations when I'm indisposed."

Bridgette laughed. "Don't worry. I may be cold and hard in business 
dealings, but I am fair. We can wait till tonight or tomorrow morning 
to discuss business." Bridgette then kissed Elaine on the forehead.

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

THAT NIGHT... 

Bridgette and Elaine sat at the table. Elaine was feeling much better 
and they were to discuss the business deal for Brighton's hiring. 
Elaine had given him the books for review so he could see what he 
wanted, but also what would be silly requests to make. "Okay, so what 
is it going to take to get you to go to work for me?"

"To start with, I realize you're a new business so you probably can't 
give me a straight 6 figure salary, so instead I want 30% of all 
profits for any business I do the books for."

"10%"

"20%"

"Deal."

"I also get three weeks vacation time. One week starting on the 20th of 
December, and two weeks that I can take any time I want. I also want 
all days that are considered holidays by Federal, state, or municipal 
governments off."

"I'll give you the three weeks, but only Federal government days off."

"I can live with that. I also want total control as to who I hire in 
terms of accounting staff."

"How many people are you going to need?"

"Considering the businesses you already have, I'm going to need 6 to 
start.

You're also going to have to revamp your computer system."

"Alright, I'll give you room to hire eight people, and you can have 
total executive control over who you hire with two stipulations. One, 
every person you hire has to pass a security check through a private 
investigation firm I use. And two, before you increase the number of 
people you hire, you approve it through me."

"And the new computer system?"

"Done. What else?"

"One thing more I'd like, but it's not a deal breaker if you're not 
willing. I want you to bed me. As Bridgette."

Elaine was shocked. "You want to have sex as a woman?"

"Yes. I've been curious about it ever since I had sex with Maria. She 
took the lead role. She put me on my back, put my dick inside her, then 
put her legs inside mine and controlled the motion, fucking me. Ever 
since, I've been curious about what it would be like to be on the 
receiving end. If you don't want to, I'll understand, but... please?"

Elaine considered it. On the one hand, Bridgette really wasn't a girl, 
but he was cute, and he was far more feminine now (even if that was 
mostly her doing). Finally she made a decision and asked, "Are you 
sure?"

Bridgette nodded. Elaine took his hand and escorted him upstairs.

Bridgette wrapped his arms around her and they kissed. He unzipped her 
gown as she rubbed his back and buttocks. She slid out of her dress and 
he got out of his blouse and skirt. They removed their slips at the 
same time and embraced, standing in nothing but panties and bra. They 
each removed the other's bra.

As soon as Bridgette saw Elaine's breasts, he leaned over and kissed 
them.

placing one kiss on each nipple. He then kissed his way down her 
stomach.

He pulled her panties down, freeing her dick. He hesitated only a 
second before placing a kiss on its head, eliciting a moan of pleasure 
from Elaine. Then he surprised both of them by sucking her dick into 
his mouth.

He gently sucked on her, feeling her swell in his mouth.

Soon he stood up and led her to the bed. She laid him on his back and 
pulled his panties from around his pelvis, giving his dick a quick 
kiss.

She put a pillow under his ass and got between his legs. She pushed her 
dickhead past his sphincter, then said, "Last chance to back out."

"Do it."

She smiled, then shoved herself all the way into him. As she waited for 
him to recuperate from her initial intrusion, she gently kissed his 
face, neck and breasts. Soon he was returning her kisses with equal 
passion.

They moved together until they both orgasmed, Elaine first, with 
Bridgette cumming soon after.

As they lay together, Bridgette said, "That was incredible. It was 
almost enough to make me consider not going back."

"Almost? So you still intend on going back?"

"Yes. Why?"

Elaine sighed. "Well, I liked that, too, but as Brighton, I just don't 
feel that way towards you. I like you, but..."

"You're not sexually attracted to me. I understand."

After a few minutes, Elaine asked, "Brighton, what do you feel about 
finding that special someone?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I grew up, I always believed there was one person, one special 
somebody out there that I was destined to find and spend the rest of my 
life with."

"You think maybe me?"

"No. I mean I like you, and the sex was fun, but even if you stayed as 
Bridgette, our relationship would never be more than good friends. I 
was just wondering if you ever felt the same."

Bridgette thought about it. "No. Maybe that's part of what makes me a 
guy, or maybe it was because my parents divorced even before I can 
remember, but I never was a follower of the 'happily ever after' camp. 
I'm a practitioner of serial monogamy. I'm with the person I'm with and 
only that person until we decide it's over, then I move on."

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm just fooling myself."

"Don't lose hope. Maybe some day you will find that special someone.

Maybe I'm fooling myself, and there really is one special person out 
there for me."

"Maybe that little redhead?"

Bridgette laughed. "The only way that could be true would be if I was 
destined to stay Bridgette. And the fact is, in 12 hours, Bridgette 
goes bye-bye and Brighton comes back."

"Too bad. I think she was kind of sweet on you."

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

ONE WEEK LATER... 

Brighton walked into Elaine's office at her lab. "Elaine, there's a 
favor I need to ask."

"Sure, hun. What's up?"

"I need to be Bridgette again."

Elaine stared at him in stunned silence. Finally she asked, "You want 
to be a girl?"

"Not exactly. I need to be Bridgette."

"Why?"

Brighton thought about how to explain it. "In the business world, a man 
is expected to be in control at all times. In order to accomplish that 
I buried all my emotions. It gave me that control but it also gave me 
two ulcers. And now I can feel a third one developing. I wouldn't have 
even noticed, except during my time as Bridgette, I was able to cut 
loose and let it all out. It was a real emotional release. But now, I 
can feel myself getting all twisted up inside, and, try as I might, I 
just can't be as expressive as Brighton as I was as Bridgette. I need 
to be Bridgette or I'm going to make myself sick doing my job."

"Okay. I don't want you getting sick, but before I make up another 
batch, there's something you should know. There's a side effect if you 
let the drug become permanent. What's your blood type?"

"A positive."

"Then you can expect between two to five cup sizes of growth after 
becoming Bridgette again and letting it become permanent."

"You could give me A cups again then-"

"No, I can't. I've basically got two versions of my solution. With one, 
I can give a specific size, with the other you grow whatever size 
breasts you would have if you had been born female."

"So why not just use the first?"

"Because that's what I used the first time. The reversal agent doesn't 
eliminate the APS from your system. It just neutralizes it and stifles 
its capability to affect your body. If I give you another dose of that, 
you'll get at least one cup size growth from your last cup size, which 
I believe was a D. Give me a couple weeks and I can make a solution 
which gives no breast growth, but you'll still be a D, and that's 
before cup size growth from allowing it to become permanent."

"Any idea how big I'll be if I take the other version?"

"Depends on genetics. What are the cup sizes of your various family 
members? Mother, sisters, cousins and aunts, both on your mother's and 
father's side?"

"Mom has a double D, but that's after having breast fed three kids, and 
my sister has a C. But my dad's female relatives are all pretty buxom. 
I think the smallest is a double D and she's had no kids."

"And do you take after your mother or father?"

"Mostly after dad. So I either take one and knowingly get double D's 
then grow two to five cup sizes more or take my chances with the other 
and possibly grow even larger than that. Any way out of this?"

"Two ways. One, you wait five to seven months for the old stuff to be 
flushed from your system."

"I don't think I could wait two weeks for you to create a no breast 
growth version. Next."

"I assume you've seen that I use a rather large amount of money for 
'personal expenditures'?"

"Almost three million annually. I was meaning to ask you about 
that.""My body will reject the compound, so I have to take daily doses 
to keep from reverting. I could do the same thing to you to prevent the 
breast growth, but I'm not sure the company can afford that."

"Not and have a research budget." Brighton thought about it. "Oh, hell 
with it, I'll take the one cup grower and take my chances. Worst case 
scenario, I'll be a sizable G cup."

"Okay, but what about your staff?"

"Haven't hired anyone yet. They only know me as a name on a form, one 
B.

Davis."

"Okay. Let's go to the lab. I've got a sample of the one cup grower 
there. We can head back to the mansion and bring Bridgette back."

As they walked, Brighton asked, "So have you decided on Susan, yet?"

"You're just going to keep pressing that. No, I haven't."

"There's something else before you decide."

"What?"

"I did a search for documents on her, intending to turn up her 
credentials in order to have info to use to get you to hire her. I 
found a marriage certificate."

"Susie's married?"

"I didn't know because in the day to day commission of our jobs, I 
rarely even see her. When I went in last Monday for the last time and 
discovered it, I asked my secretary about it. Apparently she met him 
shortly after you disappeared. They had a whirlwind courtship and were 
married six months later."

"Know anything about him?"

"He's a professional cook. He's supposed to be pretty good, but he has 
a problem working with others and has been fired from 4 jobs in the 
last year."

They walked into the lab. "Sounds like Susie got married to the wrong 
guy."

"Maybe, but I've found that there's rarely any profit in meddling. Of 
course, if you revealed who you were to her and restored your 
friendship, that'd be a whole other matter."

Elaine sighed. "Enough already. If it'll shut you up, I'll hire her as 
my lab assistant. As for revealing who I am, we'll see." She bent down 
and unlocked the cabinet where she kept her APS formulae. "Do you want 
oral or a shot?"

"Oral."

She got out a bottle and put it on the counter. As she re-locked the 
cabinet, she asked, "So have you thought about living arrangements?" 
She stood up and saw Brighton downing the bottle. She shook her head 
and said, "Silly girl."

Brighton said, "What?" His body trembled and changed. As his breasts 
grew out, one by one the buttons on his shirt popped loose. At the same 
time, his waist shrunk and his pants slid down his body, stopping on 
his now larger hips. Eventually his shirt ripped open, exposing his 
breasts to the world, and his pants rested where they barely covered 
everything that modesty required they cover.

After he was finished changing, Elaine pointed out, "You wear shirts 
tight enough that an A cup stretched them. And Bridgette has no 
clothing here.

I figured we'd go back to the mansion before you'd take that. I also 
figured we'd stop by your condo and get whatever you wanted to keep 
from your old life. Unless you want to try to explain to all your 
neighbors why you've changed so radically."

"Oops."

"Oops is right. What are we going to do for clothes for you?"

"Have you gotten rid of all Bridgette's clothes?"

"Naw. I haven't even packed them up yet."

"Well, I can put my sports coat on over this, and we can go straight 
back to your mansion. As for living arrangements, don't you feel 
awfully lonely rattling around in that mansion all alone?"

"You want to move in with me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay. What about your stuff?"

"I can hire a moving firm to go in and get whatever I want from my 
condo.

I just want to get back and see Maria. I'm going to need new clothes 
anyways."

"Better wait till after you go permanent, otherwise you're going to 
have a devil of a time explaining."

"Good point. I should be thinking of these things as well. I've no idea 
why I'm not."

"Perhaps mister serial monogamy is in love with his little redhead and 
can't wait to see her again."

Bridgette just smiled.

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

SIX YEARS LATER... 

Susan handed Elaine a beaker full of one of her concoctions. Elaine had 
indeed hired Susan, offering her a sizable profit sharing package in 
order to entice her into joining the new firm. Elaine still had yet to 
tell Susan of who she had once been, wanting to spare the girl from any 
possible risks. And now, she was Elaine's top assistant.

Trouble was, she wasn't acting it today. Elaine looked at the beaker 
and said, "I asked for the bottle of saline solution, Susan. What's 
wrong? You've been off your mark all day."

"It's personal. Something between me and my husband. I don't want to 
bother you."

"You never used to hesitate to share your problems with me."

"What are you talking about? I barely know you. I certainly have never 
shared my problems with you."

Elaine looked at Susan, then put the equipment she was working with 
down.

"Come with me to my office. There's something I want to tell you."

Susan was mystified, but followed Elaine into the other room. Elaine 
closed and locked the door, then said, "You have no idea who I really 
am, do you?"

"I don't..."

"A few years ago, you were working for a genius scientist who, one day 
out of the blue, came in to work in a dress, complete with name 
change."

"Yeah, her name was..." Susan's eyes widened as what Elaine said sunk 
in.

"Elaine? Nate?"

"You know I'm not Nate and never really was."

Susan stammered about, unable to find any words. Finally she managed to 
get out, "You... bitch!" and slapped a very stunned Elaine across the 
face.

"You dropped me. You abandoned me! You ran out on me! You were my best 
friend and you just ran out!"

"It wasn't like that."

"Then why?! Why did you leave me?!"

"You remember old Metal Head?"

"Yeah, he disappeared about the same time as you did." Susan started to 
realize what Elaine was saying. "You... had something to do with that?"

Elaine nodded. "Jason Irons had a she-male fetish, and he took it out 
on me by blackmailing me into sex. So when I finished the work on my 
APS system I decided to use old Metal Head as my first test subject. 
I'm a felon, Susie. I didn't want to put you at risk."

Susan turned away, folding her hands judgmentally across her chest. 
"You should've let me decide."

Elaine walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around Susan. "You're 
right. I shouldn't have just shut you out. And I shouldn't have run out 
on you. I'm sorry."

"I... guess I understand."

Elaine kissed Susan's ear. "Forgive me?"

"Yes.""Good. Now what's going on at home?"

Susan trembled then turned around and broke down in Elaine's arms. 
Elaine held her through her sobbing fit. As she settled down, Elaine 
asked, "Ready to talk?"

Susan nodded. "He was just so loving when we first got married, Elaine, 
but recently..."

"What happened?"

"Oliver's very good at his job, but he's very obsessive at it, too. As 
a result, no one can stand him and he kept getting fired. The last time 
was three months ago, but he's worked at every decent place in town and 
no one will hire him. He's spent the last three months sitting at home, 
drinking and watching pay-per-view porno flicks. He really likes those 
ones with big breasted porn stars. Last night, I came home and blew up 
at him, and he... threw me on the floor and raped me."

"Oh, hun." Elaine pulled Susie to her and hugged her.

"Oh, god, I don't want it to be over, but I don't think I can stand the 
sight of him."

Elaine hugged her again and said, "How about we teach him a lesson 
before you break up?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I have a new version of my APS's. It'll feed on alcohol. The more 
alcohol he drinks, the more it affects him. You mix up a drink. He 
drinks it. He becomes a she-male. Then the more he drinks, the more he 
becomes like his favorite porn stars."

"I don't want to ruin him."

"So we teach him a lesson then give him the reversal agent before you 
leave him."

Susan smiled. "Let's do it."

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

THE NEXT DAY... 

Elaine walked into the office to a ringing phone. She picked it up to 
hear Susie's voice on the other end. "Elaine, I've got a problem."

"What's wrong? Did Oliver try to do something?"

"No, he's been... meek, actually. But... well, can I just bring him in 
and show you?"

"Sure."

"Be there in about twenty minutes."

After Elaine hung up she was assailed by doubts again. Ever since Susie 
had left last night, she had wondered about the direction her life was 
taking. First, she had transformed Jason into a big breasted she-male, 
then sold him off to some anonymous foreign slave trader. Now she was 
helping Susie transform her husband into something similar. And from 
what Susie had planned it was clear that she wanted to just transform 
him then, after making him dance to her tune for a while, abandon the 
she-male version of her husband to the fates.

Not that Elaine was questioning who she was transforming. Jason had 
exploited his position with the company to put himself in a position 
where he could rape her. And Oliver had raped his wife, simply because 
she objected to his wasting her money on booze and porn.

But this was definitely NOT where her life was supposed to be going. 
She had developed a marvelous system for reworking the body. It could 
allow male to female transsexuals all over the world to finally achieve 
the bodies they should have been born with (assuming she could ever fix 
that swelling tissue problem). It could possibly even be used for other 
people, the chronically overweight, those with genetic defects, severe 
burn cases.

And what was she doing with it? Transforming silly, macho asses into 
women to punish them. As a woman, she didn't like the principle. 
Womanhood shouldn't be a punishment, it should be a blessing.

"Ah, well," she thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound." Now that she 
had started this she had to see it through to its conclusion, whatever 
that was.

She handled some work on some new compounds she was working with while 
she waited for Susie. After about 25 minutes, she heard Susie's voice 
in the waiting area say, "Sit down and wait here!"

A few seconds later, Susie came into the room. "So what's up?" Elaine 
asked. "What's the problem?"

"Don't you have a security camera that you can use to see the waiting 
room?"

"Sure."

"Take a look at Oliver. Or Elizabeth as I'm calling him now."

Elaine went over and punched up the waiting room on her private 
monitor.

The only person she didn't recognize was a tall blonde with large 
breasts.

"The blonde? That's Oliver?" Susie nodded. "You certainly pumped up his 
breasts enough."

"I didn't do that. He did it to himself."

"Didn't you warn him what would happen if he drank?"

Susie had a brief flash of guilt that barely showed through her anger.

"No. I wanted to make him feel as bad as I did after he raped me. So 
after I fed him your mix, I went out to get some clothes for him. I 
wanted to take him out and pump him in front of everyone until his 
breasts exploded from his bra and blouse."

"Susie, you are becoming obsessed."

"He's my husband!"

"But it's my mixture you're punishing him with! How were you planning 
to explain to everyone who saw it that your girlfriend suddenly grew 
multiple cup sizes in a sitting? Susie, you put everything I am trying 
to accomplish at risk!"

Susie was stunned, clearly not having thought through the consequences 
of her actions. "I... I'm sorry. I thought no one would notice until 
after it had happened, then I could just say his blouse was old and 
cheap and fell apart." Elaine gave her an angry look. "Yeah, I know. 
Not a very convincing explanation, but I was just so angry at him."

"So why didn't you take him out anyways?"

"Because I did realize that with his new bosom, he'd attract the 
attention of every man just walking through the door. I wouldn't have 
been able to explain it. But I still want to hurt him. Punish him for 
what he did to me. I'm just not sure how without risking too much. I'm 
not even sure I can risk staying at the apartment. The neighbors will 
definitely talk."

"I want to talk to him. Bring him in here."

As Susan went out and brought Oliver back into the room, Elaine took a 
seat. Oliver was clearly ashamed, staring at the ground. Elaine asked, 
"So, Oliver, how do you feel about being a woman?"

"I deserve this. I realize now how much I hurt my wife and I want to do 
anything I can to earn her forgiveness, and be a proper husband again."

"And how long do you think that'll take?"

"I don't care."

Elaine thought about it. "I've got a plan for you. For both of you. You 
can't stay at your old place. Too many people will wonder where Oliver 
went and where Elizabeth came from. So the two of you will move in with 
me. Oliver, I believe you're a chef?"

"Yes."

"Then in return for your room and board, you will be my chef for the 
next three months. And if you're a good girl, at the end of that time, 
I will give you the reversal agent."

"You will?" Elaine nodded. "Thank you."

"Go outside. I want to talk to Susie alone."

"Yes, ma'am."

After he left, Susie laughed. "Imagine his surprise when he finds out 
you were lying and he'll have to spend the rest of his life as a she-
male."

Elaine stood up and walked over to the cabinet. "I wasn't lying. 
Whether or not you decide to stay with him, if he's good, in three 
months he gets the reversal agent."

"But... what we discussed yesterday?"

"When we discussed it yesterday, my decision was based on a belief that 
Oliver was an unrepentant rapist. That Oliver was anything but. He got 
drunk and made a mistake. And although that doesn't give him a free 
ride, it does give him some credit."

"But-"

"Susie, part of me did this because, well, part of me hoped Oliver 
would be as bad as you said, and after we abandoned him, I could have 
you back. But Oliver... Oliver loves you, Susie. I could tell that just 
from hearing him talk. I won't come between a man and his wife."

"But... what if I say I don't want him anymore? That I love you and 
always have?"

Elaine turned and smiled. "No, you don't. At least not in that way.

You're my best friend, Susie, even after our long separation. But the 
sex has always been just that. Just sex. And we both know it."

"But... I HATE him."

"I once read in a philosophy book that hate is nothing more than love 
corrupted. That the extent of hate can only be as great as the love you 
once felt. Don't give up on Oliver yet, Susie. He is trying to make it 
up to you."

Elaine got her purse from the cabinet, fished out her keys and tossed 
them to Susie. "Now why don't you take Elizabeth and get "her" set up 
at home? The number to a grocery store where I order my food as well as 
my account numbers and access codes to that grocery store are on a 
sheet of paper in the cabinet. Let her order whatever she'd like and 
have her start getting dinner ready." Susie grumbled a bit, but 
eventually left.

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

THREE DAYS LATER... 

Susie came into the dining room, more than a little stunned. "Susie, 
what's wrong?" Over the last three days, Susie had been a total cold 
fish to both Elaine and Elizabeth and Elaine wondered if maybe 
something had gone on between the two last night.

Susie just looked up at Elaine and said, "Wrong? Whatever makes you ask 
that?"

"Well, that sappy, disconnected attitude for one."

"Oh, I've just fallen in love with Elizabeth, is all."

"Glad to see you've forgiven Oliver."

Susie grew angry. "I have NOT forgiven that... BASTARD for what he did 
to me!"

"But... he and Elizabeth are one and the same."

"Do NOT insult my Lizzie like that!"

Elaine looked at Susie like she had gone insane. "What happened last 
night?"

Susie got that dreamy look on her face. "Oh, it was beautiful. 
Elizabeth begged me for sex, as she has for the last few nights, but I 
was still blaming her for what Oliver had done to me. But I got tired 
of her begging, so I told her that she had permission to lick me out, 
something Oliver never would do for me. She looked at me and I thought 
she'd refuse, but she said, 'Teach me how. I want to please you.' "And 
she was such a marvelous student. So loving, so kind. Nothing like 
Oliver was. And when she gave me my orgasm, she just held my clitoris 
in her mouth so lovingly.

"Then I decided to give her a chance and let her fuck me. But when I 
said so, she got up and got a strap-on dildo out of the end stand and 
asked me to fuck her. That was when I realized that Elizabeth was a 
whole different person from Oliver. I love her, but I hate him."

Elaine understood. When Oliver/Elizabeth devoted her all to pleasing 
Susie, Susie had fallen in love again. But Susie still resented Oliver 
for having raped her and this was her way of accepting their dual 
nature. She also knew that there was no way Elaine was going to be able 
to convince the girl otherwise. Susie was just going to have to learn 
to deal with the Oliver/Elizabeth combination on her own.

Elaine said, "It does sound lovely."

At that point, Elizabeth made her entrance with breakfast. She set the 
tray down, and, as she set a plate in front of Susie, kissed the girl.

After she went back into the kitchen, Susie said, "Isn't she wonderful? 
And such a marvelous cook, too."

"Yes, I'll be sad to lose her in three months."

"Well, you don't have to lose us. I mean Elizabeth and I will still 
need a place to live since she doesn't have any I.D. or anything."

"And what if she decides to go back to being Oliver?"

"You'd do that? Kill my Elizabeth?"

"The decision is hers, Susie. If she decides to go back to being a he, 
then I won't take that away from her."

"No! I won't let it happen!"

"Susie, she's your mate, not your slave. The decision is hers." Susie 
seemed desperate. "But there's something you could do to reduce the 
likelihood of her return to Oliver."

"What?! I'll do anything!"

"You could make her time as Elizabeth so pleasant that she doesn't want 
to return. Show her that you love her, just as she is."

"I... I can do that. And I'll tell her how much I hate Oliver and don't 
want him to return."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Why not?"

Elaine wasn't sure about Susie's beliefs regarding Oliver's dual 
nature, but she decided not to argue it with her. "You may realize that 
Oliver and Elizabeth are two separate people but she may not. She may 
think of herself as being both. If you tell her you hate Oliver, she 
may take it to mean that you hate her."

"I see what you mean. Okay, no telling her my feelings towards Oliver.

I'll just make her next three months the best three months of her 
life."

They went to work that day and had an non-notable day, but when they 
got home, they found that Oliver had left another legacy. As they 
walked through the door, they heard Elizabeth sobbing. Susie ran to her 
side and asked, "What's wrong, hun?"

"I'm bigger," she said, looking at her bosom.

Elaine noticed that Elizabeth's breasts were larger than they had been 
this morning. "What happened? You know what drinking does to you."

"I know, but I couldn't help myself. I was making a wine sauce for 
dinner tonight, and before I knew what was happening, I was bigger 
again. I knew what would happen if I drank, but I couldn't stop 
myself."

Susie held Elizabeth to her, saying, "It's okay. You still look great."

Elizabeth sniffled back some tears. "You think so?"

"Yes, dear, you look beautiful. No sense getting all upset over a 
mistake."

Elaine said, "I'm not so sure about that. Elizabeth, when you're alone, 
do you think about alcohol?"

"Yes. Except when I'm cooking without it."

"And when you do drink, do you find you can't stop, even when you want 
to?"

Elizabeth nodded.

Susie said, "What's the big deal? So she likes her liquor a little too 
much."

"It's more than just a little too much, Susie. This is only a layman's 
diagnosis, but I think Elizabeth is an alcoholic. I think that once she 
starts drinking, she can't stop."

Susie pulled Elizabeth to her. "Oh, dearie, I'm so sorry."

"Elizabeth, why don't you go upstairs and get some rest?" Elizabeth 
nodded, then went upstairs.

Susie said, "Do you see what that bastard has done to my Elizabeth? Do 
you see what Oliver has done? Do you see why I hate him so?"

Elaine sighed. She was getting a little tired of Susie's obsession, but 
now was not the time to go into it. "You can take a leave of absence 
from work."

"For what?"

"To stay here with Elizabeth. She has access to my accounts. She needs 
that in order to do her job, but as long as she does, she could order 
whatever alcohol she wants and make herself sick with it. Someone needs 
to be here to make sure she doesn't drink her way into the grave."

Susie was stunned. It was so obvious, but she hadn't seen it. "I'm not 
going to let that bastard ruin Elizabeth's life," she said as she went 
upstairs to her lover.

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

THREE WEEKS LATER... 

Elizabeth walked into the dining room where Elaine was seated. The 
first and most notable thing about her was her now humongous breasts. 
Despite everything they tried, hiding the liquor, destroying the 
liquor, somehow Elizabeth managed to get a hold of alcohol every half 
week or so, and was now all the way up to a massive G cup. "Mistress?" 
the huge-chested she-male asked.

"Yes, Elizabeth?"

"I need help. For my alcoholism."

"I know, Elizabeth, and we're trying."

"But you can't bring in professional help because they might ask too 
many questions. But I think I've got a suggestion."

"Yes?"

"I hate pain. If you could make it so that my breast growth would be 
incredibly painful, then I think I could use that pain to overcome my 
addiction."

"And what does Susie think of this?"

"She's... forbidden it. She doesn't want me to suffer any more than I 
have to."

"But you still want to do this?"

"I understand her desire to shield me, but you have tried everything 
and I still am finding ways to drink myself bigger. I have to do this."

"Alright. I'll do it." It was actually very easy. All she had to do was 
come up with a concoction without her pain suppressors in it.

"Please don't tell Susie. I don't want to keep this from her, but she's 
sure to interfere if she finds out. I want to do the rest of my three 
month stint as Elizabeth dry."

"So you're still planning on returning to being Oliver?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Just curious."

Later that day, after Elizabeth had taken the new mixture, Elaine heard 
Elizabeth scream in pain, and she rushed into the kitchen. Susie was 
there, holding Elizabeth to her. "What's wrong?" she asked Elaine.

"Elizabeth asked me to modify her formula to make her growth painful, 
so she'd have the incentive not to drink."

Susie turned to Elizabeth. "I told you NO. You shouldn't have done 
this."

Through her pain, Elizabeth said, "I had to. I couldn't stand the 
thought of being in a condition where I'd do again what I did before."

"Oh, Lizzie." Susie hugged her and held her till she recovered from her 
growth.

As she stood up, Elizabeth said, "I think that worked. I never want to 
go through that again. Now both of you, out of my kitchen."

Susie was about to protest, but Elaine said, "I think we can trust her, 
Susie," and pulled her from the room.

"What if she drinks more?" Susie asked.

"We have to trust her. She did this for you, Susie. She loves you."

Susie stared back into the kitchen. "Yes, she does. And this 
disobedience gives me the perfect excuse to refuse to let Oliver come 
back."

Elaine sighed. "No, Susan. In a couple more months, if she wants it the 
reversal agent is hers."

"But-"

"Susie, she did it for love. It'd set a bad precedent to punish her for 
it."

"You're right. But what if she wants to go back?"

"Haven't you been learning to please her? I believe you bought those 
books on Tantric sex and on the use of acupressure for pleasing 
others."

"Yes, but what if Oliver still has too much of a hold on her?"

"Tell her how you feel, Susie. Trust her to make the right decision."

"Her I trust. Him I don't."

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

TWO MONTHS LATER... 

Elaine watched Susie at work. Over the last two months, Susie still had 
yet to tell Elizabeth how she felt about her return to manhood. From 
all the words Elizabeth said she still intended to return to being 
Oliver, but Elaine had heard his resolve weakening every time he said 
it. But Susie only heard the words, and was sure that she was going to 
lose Elizabeth.

Susie and Elizabeth planned to go out for dinner tonight, but Susie had 
been acting strange all day, and Elaine was afraid she was planning 
something to ensure Elizabeth wouldn't be able to make the choice on 
her own. It was just before close when Susie made her move. When she 
thought Elaine wasn't looking, she snuck a bottle from the cabinet and 
slipped it into her purse.

When she went into the bathroom, Elaine fished it back out and found 
that Susie had stolen a bottle of the sedative she mixed into some of 
her concoctions. Shaking her head, Elaine filled a similar bottle with 
simple saline solution and put it into Susie's purse. She wondered what 
Susie was going to do if Elizabeth did want to go back and she tried to 
use the now useless bottle.

After Susie left, Bridgette came in. "How long till Elizabeth's 
deadline?"

"Day after tomorrow. I think she's going to stay Elizabeth, but there's 
still a chance she could go back. I'm going to miss her if she does.

She's a fantastic cook."

"Have you thought about doing this as a regular procedure?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's face it. The biggest problem with finding a proper solution to 
the problems you have with your mixtures is test subjects. Another huge 
problem for many women is sexist men trying to dominate them. Another 
problem you have is that you, as a rich homeowner, are supposed to have 
servants, and you don't. It invites curiosity. So we solve all problems 
by taking those sexist men and prescribing a three month lesson in 
femininity. It gives you a chance to test your mixes, as well as have 
servants for their duration as transformees."

"You make a convincing case, Bridgette. I'll think about it."

Later that evening, when Elaine finally got home (any day she didn't go 
home with Susie, she usually stayed very late), Elizabeth and Susie 
were waiting for her in the parlor. Susie smiled at her and said, 
"Great news! Elizabeth has decided to stay Elizabeth."

"Is that true, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I realize that I'm much happier as a woman. Although 
this corset is a real pain."

"Unfortunately, with your breasts, it's a necessity if you don't want 
long term back problems. But that brings up a problem. What's your 
blood type?"

"B positive. Why?"

"After you stop getting more of the mixture, your body will produce it 
on its own. And the tissues that produce it will swell and grow. In 
your cases, your breasts. The procedure is painless, but it will give 
you 2 or 3 cups of growth."

"Okay. I've got an H cup now, so that'll get me up to a J or K cup. I 
can live with that. But now we've got something to ask."

"Oh?"

"Since you were so crucial to our happiness, we wanted to invite you to 
spend the night with us. Our first night after my decision to 
permanently become Elizabeth."

"I'd love to."

"Good. I'll go up and get the bed ready." Elizabeth blew Susie a kiss.

"See you in a few."

After she left, Susie said, "Isn't she wonderful?"

"Very. So I guess you didn't have to use that sedative you stole after 
all."

Susie looked down shamefully. "You knew about that?" Elaine nodded.

Susie got the bottle out and handed it to Elaine. "You were right. I 
should've trusted her. I should've known that Elizabeth would never do 
anything to hurt me. I love my... I love Elizabeth."

Elaine kissed Susie. "Go on up to your wife. I'll be up shortly."

After Susie left, Elaine opened the bottle and drank down the saline 
water.

She then threw the bottle away. If Elizabeth was symptomatic of what 
she could expect, how could she not help others by transforming men. 
But she swore, only the worst would be transformed. And no permanent 
transformation of any men. Each would go only until they learned their 
lesson, then be allowed to transform back or stay on their own.

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

EIGHT YEARS LATER... 

Over the next eight years, Elaine turned many men into she-males. She 
expected most of them to decide to return to men, but almost forty 
percent decided to stay in their more feminine form, and Elaine's staff 
was growing to a sizable group, although still tiny in comparison to 
the staff of others who owned mansions of her same size.

Her biggest problems in the maintenance of her staff was those who had 
transformed, but when they decided to stay women, had their genitals 
grow (about ten percent). Most had average, or even above average 
length and suffered 2 to 4 times their penile length when their bodies 
started producing the APS on its own. Now their dicks averaged slightly 
under two feet and wouldn't fit into anything human, natural born 
female or not.

Most of the girls had figured out ways to satisfy their urges on their 
own.

Most simply accepted anal sex as a way of life, but a few had gotten 
creative. One "bull" (as one of those who had their dick grow had 
called herself) couple who wanted to remain exclusive to each other 
would press their dicks between their breasts, embrace, then rub 
together, licking their dickheads until they came.

One, day, Elaine was watching the news at her lab. A rapist had been 
caught by the police in the act. When the police searched his home, 
they found evidence of many combination rape-murders that had gone 
unsolved.

Unfortunately, the police had made a mistake on the search warrant and 
the man's lawyer had successfully had the evidence suppressed. He was 
still going to jail for the one rape, but everyone knew that there were 
at least a half dozen deaths that would officially remain "unsolved" 
that the man had committed, but would get away with.

Elaine was privately raging when Bridgette came in with more bad news.

"Our milk donors have dried up." One of the elements of her mixture was 
natural, unhomogenized milk. She could use cow's milk or goat's milk, 
but human breast milk was not only better for the mix, but usually 
easier to get a hold of in the middle of the city. There was almost 
always an unfortunate mother who had lost her baby through tragic 
circumstances that Elaine could pay a handsome sum to for giving them 
the breast milk which might otherwise have gone to waste.

But now apparently that wasn't the case. "What happened?" she asked.

"Chalk it up to you being too good at your job. Your chemistry has all 
but eliminated infant mortality except in the cases of accident. And 
people seem to be much more careful with their children nowadays. Do 
you want me to arrange for the purchase of unhomogenized cow's milk?"

Elaine stared at the T.V. screen. "No, not yet. I think I've got a 
volunteer."

"Him? There's no way we could control that monster! And what of your 
oath of no permanent, unwilling transformations?"

"I swore not to transform any men permanently. As you said, he's a 
monster, not a man."

"But how are we going to control him? And certainly you don't plan to 
change him into a woman like us?"

"Of course not. He doesn't deserve the blessing of womanhood. And as 
for controlling him, when I get finished with him, he'll be as easy to 
control as any cattle."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Part of the project to reverse mental retardation. In searching for 
the causes of retardation, I found a way to cause I.Q. reduction. When 
I get finished with that bastard, he'll be nothing more than an animal, 
to be used for our convenience."

"Are you sure?"

Elaine nodded. "Now I need to call the people who will bring this ass 
to me for his final days as anything resembling a human being."

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

THREE DAYS LATER... 

Francis Moore woke up. He had been headed to his sentencing hearing 
when a van had pulled up alongside him. Two men jumped out, he felt a 
prick in his arm, and the entire world went black. He had vague 
disturbing dreams of being in court confessing all his crimes to the 
prosecutor.

Now he woke up, chained naked to a chair. His wrists and ankles were 
secured to the chair with wide, metal bands, and he felt a metal collar 
holding his head in place. He struggled a bit, but he was held fast.

He had to sit there for about fifteen minutes before a door opened up 
and a tall woman walked in. "What's going on here? What are you going 
to do to me?"

"Francis Moore, I am Elaine. Your kidnapper, judge, and the commander 
of your fate."

"What are you talking about?"

"For crimes against humanity, namely the slaying of eight women, you 
are here to meet your fate."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Stop fooling around. I had you brought here, pumped full of truth 
serum, and had you confess to all your crimes."

"You can't use a drug induced confession to punish me. It isn't legal."

"Look around you. Does this look like a court of law? You're lucky they 
don't know all about you, though. Murder carries the death sentence in 
this state."

"Are you... going to kill me?"

"No. You are sentenced to a fate where you will help rather than harm 
humanity."

"What do you mean?"

Elaine took out a remote, pointed it at the wall and pressed a button. 
A segment of wall lifted, and playing on it was a tape of one of the 
men becoming a woman, his face blacked out so he couldn't be 
identified. After the tape played, the guy asked, "You're going to turn 
me into a girl?"

"No, you don't deserve that." She reached behind him and pulled out a 
syringe tucked in a pouch on the back of the chair. "I'm going to turn 
you into a sexual freak." She jammed the syringe into his arm and 
depressed the plunger.

He trembled a bit, then stared in fascination at his chest. His nipples 
swelled first, then started expanding. He realized he was growing 
breasts!

But for some reason, that was all he could realize. His entire 
attention was focused on these globes growing from him. They quickly 
grew as large as any he had seen on any woman. He envisioned himself 
playing with his cock as he played with his breasts. But soon they grew 
so big that he didn't even have a sight of his cock, and once out of 
sight, his cock vanished from his attention.

All that mattered was his breasts. He wanted to play with his breasts, 
but he couldn't lift his hands. His big, beautiful breasts grew and 
grew.

They also started tingling, especially his nipples, which stuck out 
from his breasts like the teats on a cow's udder. His breasts grew till 
they were bigger than his head, but they didn't stop there. They grew 
past his hands, then past his knees and continued to grow out from his 
chest until they stuck out feet in front of him.

He felt his hands freed and all he could think about was stroking his 
tingling nipples. He tried to stroke them, but his breasts were so big 
that he couldn't even reach them. He tried to think of words to express 
his disappointment, but he couldn't think of anything besides relieving 
that tingling in his nipples. He wailed plaintively, needing something 
or someone to help.

He saw the woman move in front of him. She said something to him, but 
he didn't understand the words. He did understand that she wanted him 
to follow her. He tried to get up, but the weight on his chest shifted, 
an he fell back into the seat. The woman left, and he knew that if he 
didn't get after her, he'd never get rid of that feeling in his 
nipples.

He grabbed his breasts, lifted them, and staggered after her. He 
followed her to another room. She pointed to a spot on the floor, and 
he knelt down there, barely able to keep from falling over. The woman 
locked bands around his legs and wrists. Other women came in and 
strapped something around his chest. As soon as the tubes were attached 
to his nipples, the irritation from the tingle lessened, but it wasn't 
enough.

One of the women came over and stood in front of him. She dropped her 
skirt, and he saw a long tube hanging from her crotch. Somehow he 
understood she shouldn't have it, but couldn't figure out why. She 
stroked the tube, causing it to grow and harden until it stuck straight 
out in front of her. She walked behind him, and he felt that tube 
pressing into him. Some how he knew it was wrong for that tube to enter 
him, and he tried to get away, but he was held too well.

She pushed into him, pushing that long tube in until their hips were 
touching. Then she did something that really confused him. She started 
moving in and out. Did she want to be in him or not? He tried to get 
away from the friction her motions were causing, but that only made her 
move faster. After a while (he lost any and all concept of time), he 
felt the tube within him pulse and a warmth enter his ass. His body 
absorbed the warmth, and it seemed to flow into his breasts. He saw a 
white fluid flow from his nipples into the tube, and a sudden wave of 
pleasure spread from his nipples into his body.

He looked up and saw a mirror. He saw himself and knew there was 
something wrong with the image. There was something wrong with having 
massive globes hanging from his chest, and having someone stuff his ass 
full of fleshy tube. But, oh, that pleasure! That pleasure he got from 
pumping liquid into those tubes was indescribable. He'd do anything to 
get more.

Sometimes other women with those huge tubes hanging from them came over 
and stuck their tubes into him. Sometimes it was because he had stopped 
producing that white stuff, but sometimes they just seemed to want to. 
And every time they did he felt shame, but when that warmth entered him 
and the white stuff flowed again the shame didn't matter.

After another stretch of time, they unhooked him from the machine and 
led him to another room. They lay him on a soft mattress and he fell 
asleep.

When he woke up they brought him back to the machine room and hooked 
him up again. But this time they took one of the tubes from his breast 
and stuck it into his mouth. He sucked on it, tasting some of that 
white stuff coming from him. He sucked until he was so full he couldn't 
taste more and spit out the tube. They took it from him and hooked it 
back up to the machine.

This went on repeatedly. Him waking up, feeding himself, getting his 
ass stuffed full of tube a few times a day, producing that white stuff, 
then being led elsewhere to sleep. But one day the routine changed. He 
was getting more tube when the door opened and another guy with huge 
breasts was brought in. The other guy was locked in beside him. One of 
the girls went behind the guy and he tried to get away. Silly man. 
Didn't he understand the pleasure they'd be giving him? He decided to 
be a good example, squeezing his ass in the way he knew they liked, but 
the other guy didn't get it. His girl flooded him, and he snorted 
contemptuously, watching the other fight it.

But then the other girl came and white stuff came from the other's 
breasts and he understood. They contentedly sat there making white 
stuff until they were unhooked and brought into the other room to 
sleep. They were laid on the bed facing opposite directions. He saw the 
other's breast right in front of him and smelled that tasty white 
stuff. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and started feeding. He felt 
the other do the same and felt the pleasure from his breast. But this 
time there was more pleasure, a more physical pleasure. It surged 
through his body and he eventually felt a strange throbbing in his 
crotch and felt a liquid flow out.

He reached down and felt a tube on his crotch. He had a brief memory of 
using that tiny tube like the women used theirs on him, but how was 
that possible? This was so tiny and theirs were so big. He felt a 
puddle of liquid under the tube and wondered if it would serve the same 
as the women's liquid. He covered his fingers in the liquid then shoved 
them into his ass. He felt the warmth spread from his ass to his tits 
in the same way as when the women did. There wasn't as much, but it was 
the same.

Then he felt the other rub something on his breast and felt the warmth 
go right from the rubbing into his breast. He was so pleased and so 
ashamed.

The other was giving him his liquid so he could experience warm 
pleasure and he had not done the same. He reached down and scooped up 
as much of the remaining liquid as he could and rubbed it on the 
other's breast. He smelled more of the tasty white stuff and suckled 
the other's nipple. The other did the same for him and soon his tube 
let loose more liquid. He knew that although his tube may produce 
smaller quantities of the same liquid as the women, it didn't grow hard 
like theirs.

He took the liquid and smeared it on the other's breast as the other 
did the same for him. He felt more warmth and they fell asleep suckling 
each other's nipples.

He woke the next day to the other bumping his breast into his face. He 
felt the other suckling him and he started suckling the other. They 
sucked each other till they dispensed more liquid. Then they rubbed it 
into each other like the night before.

Women then came in and brought them back to the machine room. This 
time, when he was hooked up, they didn't feed the tube to him. But he 
had sucked his fill from the other last night and this morning. At one 
point he felt the other's hand on his (neither was restrained any 
more). They looked into each other's eyes and leaned over, pressing 
their lips together. Part of him knew it was wrong for their lips to be 
together like this, but he didn't care. He knew that from here on out 
only the pleasure he got from making white stuff in his breasts and the 
other mattered.

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

Susie asked, "Think that cow 101 has any idea he's been here for a 
month?"

Elaine snorted. "From all appearances they aren't even aware they're 
defecating on themselves and getting hosed off. Both of their lives now 
center on one thing, their breasts."

"They seem entranced with each other."

"They might as well be. They're going to spend the rest of their lives 
together. Seems kind of ironic. A rapist and a pedophile in love with 
each other, spending the rest of their lives being sodomized for milk 
to remake others' bodies."

"It was nice that you thought of changing them so they could be an 
outlet for the bulls."

"It made sense. Cows for the bulls. How's the search on more cows 
going?"

"We've found 30 sex offenders who were released on technicalities and 
another 10 that managed to get hung juries."

"When they're kidnapped make sure to use the truth serum. I don't want 
any innocent people being destroyed."

"Agreed."

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

TWO YEARS LATER... 

Elaine was sleeping with Lita, her current head of staff, when she was 
waken up by a loud banging on the door. "Mistress, Mistress, come 
quickly! We've caught an intruder."

Elaine got up and grabbed her robe. She slept in the outfit of choice 
of her partner whenever one of the girls convinced her to take them to 
bed, and Lita preferred her to be nude. So now Elaine had just her robe 
wrapped around her as she went to see what the commotion was all about.

In the parlor, she found Bridgette standing over a man with bruises on 
his face. Maria was sitting off to one side and smiled warmly as Elaine 
entered the room. "What's going on?" Elaine asked.

Bridgette explained, "When Maria and I came home from our date, we 
found this guy nosing around the place, apparently looking for 
something. When I confronted him, he threatened me." Bridgette snorted. 
"He actually said, 'Don't make me hurt you, little girl.' So I 
proceeded to kick him into submission. Broke my heel on his jaw."

Elaine smiled. After Brighton had made the transformation into 
Bridgette permanent, she had taken the time to practice her martial 
arts until she could do it as well as before the change. She had even 
practiced doing it in heels, and, although the practice was far 
riskier, she was deadly in or out of the shoes.

Elaine walked up to the strange man. "Who are you and what are you 
doing here?"

"I don't have to tell you anything. So just call the police and let's 
get this over with."

Elaine said, "Fine." She walked towards the phone, but Bridgette put 
her hand on Elaine's arm and shook her head. She nodded towards the 
corner, and Elaine followed her there. "What is it?"

"We can't just call the police."

"Why not?"

"Elaine, this guy got past the district security fence, your mansion's 
security perimeter, and your mansion's internal security. This is not 
just some schmuck robber."

"What do you mean?"

"Corporate espionage is big business, and the company is becoming big 
enough that it would be worth it to hire someone to discover your 
secrets."

"All the more reason to give him to the police."

"No, Elaine, all the more reason not to. I can't say for certain 
whether he was coming or going when I found him. And we didn't find 
anything on him. So all we've got on him now is breaking and entering. 
A good lawyer will have him out on bail in 24 hours. And if he got into 
your private lab and saw something that could put us at risk, he'll be 
giving it to his employer by this time tomorrow. We need to find out 
what he knows. We also need to transform him."

"Why transform him? Why not just use the truth serum?"

"Because your truth serum is close enough to regular truth serums to 
show up on drug tests. And your truth serum has trace elements of the 
rare plant that makes so much of your work possible. Even if he does 
know nothing, just using that serum on him could put us at risk. He 
needs to disappear for a while. And we can't just keep him, as is. 
Somebody might wind up finding him or he might escape. We need to chain 
him to us, and the daily dose of your formula he'll need in order to 
have any hope of returning to manhood is a better chain than any 
physical locks."

Elaine nodded. "There's even a new formula I can test."

"What do you have in mind?"

"You'll see."

Elaine went down to her lab, got a new formula she had been developing, 
filled a syringe, and returned to the room. She walked behind the man 
and, without warning, jammed the needle into his shoulder and injected 
him. He bolted to his feet saying, "What?" but then froze in place as 
his body shifted and flowed into a female form. He looked down at 
himself, seeing his new B cup breasts hanging from his chest. "What did 
you do to me?"

"Just a little change to ensure your compliance. Now what's your name?"

"Go to hell, bitch." Suddenly, his body trembled and his breasts 
swelled a cup. "What the hell?"

"A special additive. Any time you fail to answer a question put to you 
by anyone completely and truthfully, you'll become a little more 
buxom."

The man looked to the door, clearly trying to figure out if he could 
escape. Elaine surprised him by stepping out of the way. "Want to 
leave? Feel free. The solution becomes permanent in a day. Even if you 
do manage to convince someone of who you were, you'll be stuck like 
this forever.

The solution will even undo any surgery you might get to reverse its 
effects. And you will never lie again." That was actually a lie. Except 
in special cases, like with Elizabeth, who wanted her special 
conditions to remain so she could control her alcoholism, once the 
solution became permanent in the body, the special condition became 
inactive.

The man, not knowing that, stared at the door, then at Elaine. Finally, 
he slumped down, dejected. "What do you want to know?"

"What's your name?"

"Jan Stevens Mueller."

"Why are you here?"

"I was hired by Heaven's Star Research to attempt to find any details I 
could to help them achieve your level of success in new advances."

"Did you get into my private lab?"

"No, I was discovered before I got that far."

"Alright. Lita, show our new upstairs maid to her room."

"What? Aren't you going to change me back?"

"In three months, after you've worked off the cost of your 
transformation."

"But what about my job?"

"You should have thought about that before you attempted to break into 
my home." When he seemed about to protest some more, Elaine said, "If 
you don't like it, you can leave." He clamped his mouth shut, and Lita 
escorted him upstairs.

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

THREE DAYS LATER... 

Elaine heard a knock on the door of her room and asked whoever it was 
in.

She was surprised when Jan came through the door. Over the last three 
days he had avoided her as much as possible, and it was only now that 
she saw that he had grown a couple cup sizes, obviously having been 
non-responsive.

"What can I do for you, Jan?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Not guaranteeing any answers, but you may ask."

"Have you ordered your staff to be nice to me?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Because everyone's being so nice to me. Even after I tell them why you 
transformed me. If it were me, and I was a member of your staff, I'd 
hate someone who broke in to steal from you."

"The girls are very forgiving. And when you're so honest and 
forthcoming about your past, they're willing to forgive and forget."

"But I'm not being honest by choice. Hell, it goes against my very 
nature to be this honest."

"Don't tell them that. The only people who know what your formula does 
to you are the people who were in the room when I told you. Maria, 
Bridgette, Lita, and myself. The rest of the girls only know you're 
being totally honest with them. Of course, if you were to lie a lot, 
they'd probably figure it out. But for now, they just appreciate the 
honesty you're showing."

"Can I ask another question?"

"Certainly."

"Can I please stop wearing this corset?"

"That's up to Lita. The corset policy is her idea. She felt that my 
staff needed to maintain a certain minimum level of appearance. Since 
your transformation left you a little to thick in the waist, she 
requires you wear it."

"Speaking of Lita, do you have any idea how I might convince her to 
share my bed?"

"Try honesty. Not just when she's asking questions, but volunteer how 
you feel. Then let her take pleasure from you. There's a house rule. 
Share and share alike. If someone takes pleasure from you, then you 
have a right to take similar pleasure from them."

"If that works, and she and I do become a couple, do you think she'd 
stay with me after I transform back?"

"Probably not. Lita is like me. If you're not feminine, or at least 
willing to express your feminine side, then she's not interested. 
Sorry."

"That's okay." Jan left the room, clearly thinking deeply.

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

TWO WEEKS LATER... 

Lita was giving Elaine a back rub. Elaine had wound up mistiming some 
of her experiments and four of them had come to crucial observation 
points at the same time, and Elaine had spent the better part of the 
day running from one to the other so as not to lose the results of any. 
After she was finished, Elaine asked, "Lita, I'm not normally the one 
to ask, but would you share my bed with me tonight?"

"Uhm, could I invite Jan?"

"Will it be safe? Jan could decide to use our time together to take 
revenge."

"Oh, no, ma'am. She'd never do that."

"She? Has Jan decided to stay female?"

"Well, no, but..."

"But what?"

"Susan says he's going to stay."

Elaine sighed. "I must talk to Susan about voicing her predictions 
about transformees."

"But, ma'am, she's never been wrong."

"Yes, yes, I know. But don't assume that's always going to be true."

"I hope she's right this time."

"You've fallen for Jan, haven't you?"

"She is so pretty."

"Alright, if you think it's safe, Jan can come to bed with us."

"Yippee!" Elaine couldn't help but smile at Lita's enthusiasm.

Later that night, Elaine was getting out of the last of her lingerie, 
when she heard Lita's knock on the door. "Come in."

Lita walked in with Jan following meekly behind. "Good evening, 
Mistress."

"Good evening, Lita, Jan."

Lita smiled warmly, but Jan just looked down shamefully and made an 
agreeing sound. Elaine smiled and said, "Relax, Jan. I don't bite.

Unless you're into that sort of thing." Jan was shocked until he 
realized that Elaine was just teasing. He gave her a weak smile. Elaine 
sat on the edge of her bed and said, "Please, get undressed."

Lita stepped behind Jan and unzipped his uniform. Jan gave only the 
minimum help he had to so that Lita could remove the maid's uniform she 
had given him a week ago. Lita kissed his ear, apparently not noticing 
his unease. Elaine asked him, "What's wrong, Jan?"

He said, "Nothing," but then trembled and grew another cup size.

Elaine asked, "You're afraid of me, aren't you?"

"A little." He trembled and grew again. "Okay, a lot."

"I understand, but you don't have to be. As long as you don't try 
anything, you have nothing to fear from me."

Lita took off her dress and slip, then kissed him. "Come on, love. I 
told you it would be fine." Lita went over to the bed and sat on it. 
She extended a hand to Jan and said, "Lover, relax."

Jan stared at them for a while, then blurted out, "What are you really 
planning for me?"

Lita, sounding disappointed, said, "Jan."

"No, Lita, if he's worried, he won't enjoy this, and he might as well 
go.

Now what are you worried about, Jan?"

"Surely you can't expect me to just believe that in another couple 
months, you're just going to turn me back and let me go on my way?"

"Why not?"

"I'd be too dangerous. I know too much. I've seen too much."

Lita said, "Jan, Mistress wouldn't lie." Jan just snorted in disbelief.

Elaine said, "Actually, Lita, more than a few of the girls have 
suggested that I force Jan to remain a woman permanently. A few have 
even suggested I change him into a cow and be done with it."

Both Lita and Jan were clearly shocked. Lita said, "Mistress, you 
wouldn't."

"No, I wouldn't. I made myself a promise years ago, Jan. No permanent 
transformations unless the subject was willing. The only exception I 
have ever made has been on sexual criminals, those blights on humanity 
who become cows. You may be a spy, a thief, and god knows what else, 
but unless you're a closet rapist or the ilk, at the end of your 
duration as a woman, unless you choose otherwise, you're free to go."

"But I could destroy you."

"Could you? Think about what happens if you do destroy me. Any sexual 
predators who I might otherwise have caught and punished go free. And 
what of the other girls here. You've mentioned how kind they are to 
you. Would you destroy them to get to me? Would you destroy Lita to get 
to me?"

Jan looked at Lita and saw the fear in her eyes, fear of how he would 
answer Elaine's question. He set her worries aside, saying, "No. No, I 
couldn't do that. Not to Lita."

Lita smiled. Elaine asked, "Would you care to join us, now? It's up to 
you. Sex is never forced in this house."

Jan looked at Lita's hopeful face, then to Elaine, then back to Lita. 
Then he stepped out of the low heels he was wearing and walked over to 
the bed.

As he took Lita's hand, she practically dragged him onto the bed on top 
of her. Jan kissed Lita deeply and felt Elaine's hands on his bra's 
hooks.

He felt his breasts freed and lifted up so he could actually remove the 
bra. He was surprised when Elaine gave him a peck on the cheek, but 
strangely not displeased.

After the bra was off, he leaned over, reached behind Lita and removed 
her bra. He kissed his lover and rubbed their breasts together. He felt 
Elaine take his panties in hand and lifted his hips so she could remove 
them. He then sat up, and said, "Your turn, lover. Mistress and I are 
naked, but you still have yet to show all your charms."

Lita smiled and said, "Kiss Mistress first."

Elaine started to say, "Lita, leave it-" but was interrupted when Jan 
kissed her on the lips. She was surprised, but quickly warmed to the 
kiss.

When he broke it off, she said, "Nice, where did you learn to kiss like 
that?"

"Truthfully, I learned to do it for my job. Sometimes I had to seduce a 
woman or two, so I taught myself to be a good kisser."

"And do you feel nothing for me sexually?"

"Hell, no. You are eminently desirable. But truthfully, the main reason 
I kissed you was because Lita asked for it."

"I can live with that." Elaine reached up and stroked his breasts, 
getting a clear moan of lust and desire. "Now, Lita, you said you'd 
reveal if he kissed me, so..."

Lita stood up and removed her panties. As soon as she was naked, Jan 
grabbed her and pulled her close, sucking her dick into his mouth. 
Elaine was surprised at the avid way he sucked on Lita, but knew that 
the two had been together for a little over a week, so Jan had probably 
done more than that with his girlfriend.

Not to be left out of it, Elaine wrapped her arms around Jan and gently 
fondled his nipples. He surprised her by reaching back and taking her 
dick in hand and stroking her till she was hard. He then let Lita out 
of his mouth, leaned back, and kissed Elaine, giving her a taste of 
Lita. He then moved his head down to her breasts and suckled her 
nipples like a babe.

Elaine rubbed the back of his head while he sucked, and closed her 
eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips on her breast.

The two of them shifted a bit, each trying to get more out of the 
experience, and Elaine found herself at the head of the bed, with Jan 
on his hands and knees in front of her, placing kisses all over her 
abdomen as he made her way down to her crotch. She saw Lita get up on 
the bed behind Jan and placed her dick at his ass. Jan took Elaine's 
dick into his mouth as Lita pushed into his ass, eliciting a brief 
squeak from the new she-male.

Elaine took his head, and gently but firmly moved it up and down on her 
dick while Lita plowed his ass. They moved him between them, until 
Elaine came into his mouth. After she came, he pulled off of her and 
raised up on his knees, compressing his ass around Lita's cock. He 
reached back, took her neck in hand and pulled her forward, pressing 
his lips to hers. The two moved together until they exploded in 
simultaneous orgasm.

Lita slid out of Jan and they lay down, Jan beside Elaine and Lita on 
the other side of him. Elaine gently stroked his breast. "You're up to 
an E cup now," she mentioned.

Jan, with a smile on his face, replied, "I guess I'll just have to be 
extra honest from now till I make my return."

He didn't see it, but Elaine did. For the briefest of moments, a look 
of pain crossed Lita's face at the mention of his return. Elaine kissed 
his forehead while reaching over him to take Lita's hand in solace.

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

FOUR DAYS LATER... 

Elaine was asleep in bed, this time alone when she heard screams of 
fear.

She was in a babydoll nightie and panties (her own preferred sleeping 
attire), and she didn't even grab her robe after she jumped from the 
bed.

She ran into the hall to find almost all of the other members of the 
staff doing the same to see what had happened. At the end of the hall, 
Elaine saw a man holding Lita, his arm wrapped around her throat, a 
blade in his free hand. Elizabeth and Susan were trying to talk to him, 
but he just said, "Stow it!" He nodded his head at Elaine. "You? You're 
the top bitch here, right?"

As coldly as possible, she responded, "I am the head of this 
household."

"Good. You're going to give me your private files, or your little girl 
here gets a knife to the back."

"There's no need for violence. Follow me to the lab."

"Order the rest of these bitches to stay here."

Elaine said, "Nobody follow us," then turned and walked down the stairs 
to the lab. She wanted to do something, but as long as he had Lita 
hostage, she didn't dare try anything. She preceded him into the lab 
and went down to her safe. As she turned the combination lock, she 
said, "Whatever they're paying you, I can pay you more."

He snorted. "Sorry, babe. Once I take a job, I always follow through."

"Fine, just don't hurt Lita." Elaine took out three folders full of 
notes and set them on the table. "That's all my notes on anything that 
isn't already public knowledge."

"Good. Now step back." Elaine took a couple steps back. "Good." The man 
then took his knife and jammed it into Lita's back. She yelped in pain 
and crumpled to the ground. Elaine ran to her side as the man ran from 
the room with folders in hand.

Elaine ran to the intercom and yelled, "Call an ambulance! Susan, get 
down here, now!" then ran back to Lita and applied emergency medical 
aid. Susan was by her side in a couple minutes and they worked together 
to keep Lita alive until the paramedics got there.

After they left, she told her chauffeur, "Bring the car around. I'm 
going to the hospital." After her chauffeur ran out, she asked, "Did 
anybody see where that man went?"

"He ran back to the living quarters. He ran into Denise's room. She, of 
course, had slept through everything. But he grabbed some kind of rope 
he had set up there and started rappelling down the outside of the 
house. We thought he was going to get away, when suddenly Jan came 
crashing out of the second floor window he was passing by, taking both 
of them to the ground."

"Is Jan okay?"

"He's fine. He made sure to land on top of the man. But then he beat 
the man to death. Just as the division guards arrived."

"Great. Witnesses to a death on the grounds."

"There's something else."

"What?"

"When the guards questioned Jan, he gave them the name, Janine."

Elaine considered that as she went outside to the car. As she got in, 
Jan, just finished with his questioning by the private guards that were 
called when he went crashing through the window, ran up and asked, "Can 
I go with you? I saw the ambulance take Lita away."

Elaine nodded and Jan got in with her. As they drove, Elaine said, 
"Your killing that man was not helpful."

"I know. I'm sorry. I really am, but when I was on top of him, 
remembering his knife at Lita's throat, I just lost it."

"Speaking of which, how did you know where he was going?"

"It's where I planned to make my escape after I was finished. Denise 
sleeps like a log, and also leaves her window open at night. It's a 
hole in your security system. It's not the only one, but it is the 
biggest one."

"Of course, now that you've been questioned by the security guards, we 
have a problem."

"I know. I can't just disappear until the investigation is over. And 
unless this dies off really fast, the investigation will go long past 
my three month time limit. But that no longer matters to me."

"Indeed, Janine?"

Jan smiled. "You heard about that? I suppose I could say that I just 
gave them a more feminine name in fitting with my appearance."

"Why? Jan's a sufficiently unisex name that you could've passed."

"Alright, I give. I wanted Lita to know first, but I decided to stay as 
I am."

"May I ask why? You need not answer, but from what I have heard, you 
have never made any secret of your intention to return to manhood."

"It was because of the intruder. When he had Lita hostage, I realized 
that there was no way I was going to lose her if I could help it. And 
returning would mean losing her."

"Welcome to the family, Janine. Now I just need to find you a permanent 
position."

"I've already got the thing. Your security system is good, the best 
money can buy, but it's all automatic. You need somebody, a thinking 
individual, who can see holes in your security and plug them as the 
need arises."

"A mansion security chief?"

"Exactly. Somebody who has experience with using those holes him, or 
her, self."

"You sound like just the girl. The job is yours, Janine."

They pulled into the hospital and Janine and Elaine went into the 
emergency room. They had to wait for Lita to get out of surgery. When 
the doctor came out, he said, "She's alive and out of danger. But there 
were some complications."

"What complications?" Janine asked.

"When her attacker stabbed her, he cut her spinal cord. I think we 
repaired most of the damage, but she'll definitely have some loss of 
mobility, but there'll be no telling how much until she wakes and we 
try her legs out."

Elaine asked, "Worst case scenario, doctor, what could we be looking 
at?"

"She could be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. She 
may not even be able to stand." Janine gasped. "Don't worry. I think it 
far more likely that she'll just have a partial loss of mobility. 
She'll need physical therapy for a while, but she should get to the 
point where she can get around with a cane."

Janine asked, "Can I go see her?"

"She's still asleep, but if you want to see her, go ahead."

A nurse took Janine to see Lita as Elaine discussed Lita's care with 
the doctor.

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

THE NEXT DAY... 

Elaine walked into Lita's room to hear her complaining to Janine. "You 
insufferable, pig-headed bastard! Leave me alone!"

"Not a chance."

Elaine asked, "What's going on?"

Lita said, "Mistress, would you tell this bastard that I never loved 
him and he should go back to being Jan?"

"Why would I lie like that?" To Janine, she said, "What's wrong with 
her?"

Janine replied, "She's on the pity-pot. The doctor told her about her 
problems with her nerves, and ever since she's been bitching."

"Please, Mistress, I'm going to be useless. I can't do my job anymore.

The doctor tells me there's swelling, so until it goes down, I'll be 
stuck in a wheelchair, so just leave me to my fate. Both of you."

Elaine was shocked. Janine said, "See what I mean? Now, Lita, I've 
already told Mistress that I intend to become a permanent member of the 
household, so you'll just have to suffer with me for the rest of your 
life."

"Oh, shut up."

Elaine angrily said, "That is enough! I don't know where you got this 
stupid idea that I, or any member of the house, was going to abandon 
you just because of a problem you've got, but get it out of your head. 
You are going to come home. You are going to go through therapy. And 
you are going to get better. And I don't want to hear any more about 
it!" Elaine turned on her heel and strode out of the room.

After she was gone, Janine put her arm around Lita and said, "She 
really does love you."

"But I'm useless now."

Janine kissed her. "No, you're helpless. There's a difference."

Lita looked up to Janine and said, "Jan, I'm scared."

"I understand."

Elaine went to the doctor and discussed what changes needed to be made 
to the house to help with Lita's recovery. Then she went to a 
contractor and had him come look at the house. But what he told her was 
disheartening.

"There's no way we can make your house wheelchair accessible."

"Why not?"

"Your house is too old. It qualifies as a landmark and there's no way 
we could get a permit to make the wide scale changes we need. Hell, in 
order to make your house wheelchair accessible, we'll practically have 
to level it and rebuild it from the ground up."

"Isn't there anything that can be done?"

"Well, if you're looking to make a residence for someone in a 
wheelchair, that pool house is perfect. All the hallways are wide 
enough, it'll just take widening the doors, and installing ramps in the 
entry and support bars in the bathroom."

"Do it."

As the contractor made his estimates for what was needed, Elaine went 
inside and talked to Bridgette about costs. After they were finished, 
Bridgette asked, "Who are you going to have replace her as head of the 
household?"

"Who says I need to replace her?"

"I'm not saying permanently, but she can't do her job from out in the 
pool house. You're going to have to appoint a temporary replacement at 
least."

Elaine sighed. "I'll decide later. Anything else?"

"Yeah, we have another victim for transformation, one Lando Running 
Wolf.

A native American who has apparently been knowingly passing around 
STD's to unsuspecting sexual partners, both male and female."

"Alright, let's make the arrangements."

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

ONE MONTH LATER... 

Elizabeth, who had been serving as de facto head of the household 
during Lita's absence approached Elaine during lunch. "Mistress?"

"Yes, Liz?"

"We may have a problem. Janine didn't show up for work this morning.

Normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but Susie said she went out 
to the pool house to see how things were going, and the place was 
locked up tight as a drum. It may be nothing, but I thought you should 
know."

"Thank you, Elizabeth. I'll go out and check on her."

Normally, Elaine wouldn't have been concerned about any of her girls, 
but Janine had always come in promptly at 9 am every morning. She took 
the time to pick up her master key set before going out to the pool 
house. She knocked on the door, but received no answer. She tried 
looking in the window, but saw nothing. She fished out the proper key 
and unlocked the door. She opened the door and said, "Janine? Lita?" 
but got no answer.

She stepped in and looked around. She found Janine at the table, 
collapsed, and asleep. She was about to wake her up, when she saw tear 
streaks in Janine's make-up.

She saw a sheet of paper in front of Janine, and picked it up. It read,

"Dear Jan, I know you're only staying a girl because you want to be 
with me, and I can't stand the guilt. Both of keeping you from 
returning and from burdening you with a cripple.

So I'm leaving. I know this will be a shock, but please don't come 
looking for me. I love you, Jan. Please return to who you really are.

Good-bye.

Remember me fondly, Lita."

As Elaine finished reading the note, Janine stirred from her sorrow 
induced slumber. "Mistress, she left me. She ran away."

Elaine wrapped her arms around Janine. As Janine dissolved into tears, 
Elaine said, "It's okay. I've got great investigators. We will find 
her."

After Janine finished crying, Elaine said, "Let's get you into bed."

As they headed to the bedroom, Janine stopped, saying, "No. I can't go 
back in there. Not without her."

"I understand. We'll go back to the main house and put you to bed 
there."

Elaine took Janine back to the house and tucked her into bed in her old 
room. As Janine fell asleep, Elaine went out and explained what had 
happened to the other girls, then went and called her investigator to 
have them look for Lita.

After she hung up, she said, "Damn it, girl, what are you thinking?"

************ ONE WEEK LATER... 

Janine had been called into Elaine's office and, as she walked through 
the door, hoped that Elaine had some news for her.

"Sit down," Elaine told her. Janine sat on the offered seat. "I'm 
afraid I have bad news. My investigators have searched for Lita, but 
have failed to find her. Her trail goes from here to the bus terminal, 
but then disappears. There is no evidence of her having boarded any 
bus, and none of the terminal employees even remember seeing her."

Janine choked back a sob, and clenched her eyes shut in order to 
prevent any tears from escaping. After a few seconds, Janine opened her 
eyes and asked, "Now what?"

"That... is up to you. Although your body has absorbed the APS system, 
and is producing it's own, it wouldn't be impossible for me to perform 
a biochemical purge on your body, restoring you to your old male self. 
If you wish it, that is."

"If... ? No. No, that's not what I want. I guess you don't understand, 
either. Although being with Lita was a big plus, I didn't stay just 
because of her. I stayed because I enjoy what I've become, and because 
I feel a real duty to help protect you and the girls. I just wish I 
could've shown that to Lita."

"Don't worry, Janine. We'll keep looking for her. We'll find her, no 
matter how long it takes."

Janine left the room, saying, "But how long will that be?"

************ TWO YEARS LATER... 

Elaine sat on the couch watching Elizabeth and Susan dance on the 
anniversary of Elizabeth's decision to remain a woman. Janine had just 
gone off to bed when she heard the door open and one of the girls walk 
in.

She watched the door to the parlor until Bridgette walked by. She 
called out to her first staff member transformee and asked her to come 
in.

Bridgette came in and sat on the couch and Elaine asked, "So, miss 
'serial monogamy', how did your date with Maria go?"

"It went great, so bite me."

Elaine grinned and Susan and Elizabeth came over and sat on the couch.

Elizabeth asked, "Mistress, I've heard you refer to Bridgette many 
times as you just did, 'miss serial monogamy'. May I ask, what does it 
mean?"

Elaine looked to Bridgette and asked, "You want to explain it?"

Bridgette said, "Shortly after Elaine transformed me, she asked me 
whether or not I believed if there was one special person out there for 
me. I told her no, and that I was a practitioner of serial monogamy, 
and that I felt that every relationship was eventually going to end. 
So, ever since I hooked up with Maria, she's been asking if there were 
any signs of my ending that relationship to move on to someone else. 
And I'm happy to report no, there are no signs of our relationship even 
cooling down, much less ending. Although I have to admit Maria makes a 
lot of effort to make sure I stay with her."

"Why is that?"

"Maria's bisexual. She likes snuggling with a shapely woman, but she 
also loves the feeling of a stiff dick inside her. So she calls me her 
perfect lover since I've got both."

Elaine said, "Yeah, right. If it were all Maria, you wouldn't do half 
the things I've seen you do for that woman."

"Yeah, well, I do really like her."

"Just like?"

"Okay. I admit it. I love Maria. There, you happy?"

"No. A little melancholy, really."

"Why?"

"You've got Maria. Susan and Elizabeth have each other. Even Janine has 
Lita, assuming we ever find her. I'm just beginning to wonder if there 
really is someone out there for me."

Susan hugged her. "Why don't you spend the night with me and Liz 
tonight?"

"Thanks, but I just want to be alone tonight."

Elizabeth asked, "Are you sure? We'd love to have you."

"I know, but I'm not feeling up to it tonight." Elaine got up and 
kissed each of the girls and said, "See you in the morning."

After Elaine left, Elizabeth asked, "Should we leave her alone? She 
seemed awfully down about this."

Susan said, "It's not just her not finding her true love. She confessed 
to me that the last few ideas she tried with her compound have been 
totally wrong for solving the problem of abnormal tissue growth when 
the body absorbs the APS's. She's having to scrap the additions and 
start over with the base system."

"All the more reason she shouldn't be alone."

"No, all the more reason she should be alone. When she's feeling 
stumped, Elaine can usually get an idea from a dream."

************ A DREAM... 

Elaine was in a bar. She knew it was a dream, because the bar was from 
a far lower economic class than where she normally frequented. Judging 
from the clientele, it appeared to be a bar frequented by young 
professionals in their mid-20's. A young man with black hair came up to 
her and asked, "My name is Samuel Nevada. Can I buy you a drink?"

Normally, Elaine would've refused, but this time, she said, "Sure."

The man waved two fingers to the bartender, and two drinks were placed 
in front of them. Elaine's was her standard fruit juice, but Elaine 
could tell that the drink served to the man was a batch of her APS mix. 
He took the drink and downed it without hesitation. His body shifted 
and flowed into a beautiful woman. "She" then said, "I am a real 
person. I am a student at the state university, just finishing finals 
for this semester right now. Make this," she waved her hands down her 
body, "real."

"Why should I? What have you done?"

"Not much. But I am incapable of having a real relationship. Unless I 
confront the woman inside, I will die alone."

Elaine shook her head. "I am not a social service. I transform only the 
worst, and only temporarily. Look for a good therapist."

Elaine started to walk away, but Sam said, "I can give you what you 
most desire."

Elaine turned around. "And what would that be?"

"True love."

"You?" Elaine found that doubtful. She loved her girls and they were 
attractive, but she was still far more attracted to genetic girls.

But Sam said, "No, I am destined for another. But I will bring to you 
the woman who will love you and who you will love above all others."

"But-"

"Make this a reality," Sam said as she faded from view.

************ ONE WEEK LATER... 

Elaine sat in the same bar she had seen in her dream. She had checked 
on Samuel Nevada and found him to be a near straight A student and a 
womanizer. But then again, he didn't pretend to be otherwise. He never 
promised any long term relationships and only engaged in one night 
stands.

Not exactly her normal target for transformation.

But she couldn't get that dream out of her head. So she decided to test 
it. Her investigators had found this bar and today was the last day of 
finals. She would spend the next three nights here. If Samuel Nevada 
came to her, all the way across town, she would know that her dream was 
more than a weird fluke.

It was just before midnight when she saw him walk through the door. He 
looked around a bit before his eyes latched onto her and he started 
over.

Elaine shrugged inwardly. Maybe she had a chance at true love after 
all.

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

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