Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Bobby to Bobbie
Keywords: Scifi, transformation, genderswap, impregnation, first,
romance



   Bobby Shay is a normal healthy good looking nineteen year old man from a
normal family.  Well, maybe not quite so normal.  Bobby's big sister Wendy
is a genius the likes of which the world hasn't seen since Leonardo Da
Vinci.  Only Bobby, his mother, and Bobby's childhood buddy Alan know her
secret.  Wendy hides her light under the bushel of being a bubbly busty
blonde centerfold model.  This is Bobby's story though.  His world gets
turned upside down when he and Alan sneak into Wendy's laboratory for a
peek at her latest top secret project.  Something happens to Bobby that
even causes his best friend to stop ogling the abundant assets of Wendy and
her mother and turn all his attention toward his buddy!  Will Bobby's life
ever return to normal?  Will his deep friendship with Alan survive, or
evolve into something far stronger?









   Bobby to Bobbie

   (Complete)

   By Honey Moon









   Bobby Shay glared at his best friend Alan McAllister's reflection in the
mirror as he combed his hair very carefully.  "If even one picture of me
dressed like this shows up on the Internet, I swear I'll kill you!"



   Alan couldn't help grinning.  "Bob, this was your idea, remember? 
Besides, if anyone saw us now they'd think we were some kind of gay couple.
There's no way I'm risking that!  I have the ladies to think about, after
all!"



   "What ladies?  You never have the nerve to ask anyone out!" Bobby sighed
and once again gave the hem of his little black skirt a tug.  He was one to
talk!  Being a nineteen year old virgin sucked!  He pulled at the skirt
again.  "Jeez!  How can Wendy wear such short skirts, anyway?"



   "Don't diss the skirt!" Alan sighed, completely ignoring his friend's
comments about dating habits.  "Wendy looks damn hot in that thing!  Her
ass works that skirt just right!"



   "Shit!  Don't be disgusting!  You're talking about my big sister!" He
sighed again.  "Forget it.  Let's get a move on!"



   Bobby headed down the stairs, Alan following close on his high-heels. 
They both froze when a voice called out from the kitchen.  "Oh sweetie, I
thought you were taking some time off.  Didn't you say you closed down your
laboratory for the weekend?"



   Fumbling nervously, Bobby managed to key the mini voice recorder he was
carrying.  "Sorry mom!" the edited recording played.  "I've had a
breakthrough!  See you later!"



   "Okay Honey!  You drive carefully.  I'll see you in the morning!"



   "I can't believe that worked!" Alan whispered as they slipped out the
door into the cool night air.



   Bobby grinned.  "I told you it would!" He made a slight adjustment to
the foam rubber stuffed bra he was wearing beneath a snug fitting pink
blouse.  "Just this once I'm glad I look so much like Wendy!"



   "Well, at a distance, anyway." Alan looked at his friend's legs and
nearly bust his guts trying to hold back his laughter.  "You're even
wearing her stockings too?  Damn dude, I thought it was weird enough that
you depilated your legs!  This is too much!"



   "Oh shut the hell up!" Bobby felt his face grow warm.  "You know damn
well I only depilated to better my times at the swim club tryouts!" His
face grew red.  He didn't dare mention that due to his accidentally
checking off the wrong box on a medical form, the debilitation took care of
his entire body, or that the treatment was permanent!  Aside from eyebrows,
eyelashes, and the hair on his scalp, he was baby smooth all over.  Bobby
would never even have to shave his face for the rest of his life!  How
would he live that down?  "I told you the plan!  I have to wear everything
Wendy wore today!  Is it my fault she wore pantyhose?"



   "Being Mr.  Clean didn't even come into play.  You could have been as
hairy as an ape and still outdistanced those other losers!" Alan stopped
dead in his tracks.  "Dude, what else are you wearing?  I mean, what's the
underwear situation?"



   "Knock it the fuck off already!  I couldn't wear my briefs with panty
hose over them!  It would have been too gay!" As if this wasn't already! 
To cover his nervousness, he fumbled in his sister's purse for her car
keys. "You know the only chance we have of this working is if I dress
exactly the way she did today!  I know you're supposed to wear them by
themselves, but I felt too insecure going commando under the pantyhose.  I,
well, I had to go back and swipe a pair of Wendy's panties from the laundry
hamper too.  They, uh, match the bra."



   "Oh shit!" Alan sighed.  "Dammit Bobby, you should have let me sniff
them first before you rubbed your junk all over them!"



   "That's just sick!  Knock it off or I go alone!"



   "Okay already!" Alan smiled.  "There's no way I'm missing out on seeing
the girl genius's secret lab!"



   The not so dynamic duo climbed into Wendy Shay's 2022 Smart car.  The
little pink vehicle really was smart.  The ninety-three percent efficiency
of storage cells she had invented silently powered the superconductive
electric motor and the vehicle glided smoothly out of the driveway.  Less
than a hour of sunlight a day was more then enough to propel the little car
nearly three hundred miles; thanks to the nearly fifty-percent efficiency
of the photovoltaic finish covering the bodywork that she had created to
supply the storage cells.



   "I still can't get over how Wendy stood down the fuel oil companies when
she was only seventeen!" Bobby said proudly as he drove through the night.
"Did you know the OPEC nations offered her half a billion dollars to
destroy her models and notes when she informed them of her green, cheap and
easy to produce energy storage system?  I said billion, with a "B"!  They
even tried to bribe high level officials in the United States government to
try and get the Internet shut down completely when she anonymously emailed
her designs and schematics to every university, tech web site, chat room
and DIY hobby forum she could think of!  Thankfully, they were too slow!"



   "Alan laughed.  "If I didn't know your sister, I would have never
believed your story when you told me!  It's a wonder they didn't have her
quietly killed!"



   Bobby's eyes glowed with pride.  "Don't think they haven't tried!  There
was a ten million dollar reward out for anyone who could identify her. 
Twenty million if she was killed!  Sis is too smart for that!  Nobody but
you, me and mom knows she invented the Shipstone power system and named it
in honor of Robert Heinlein, her favorite author.  The rest of the world
thinks some old hermit scientist dude named Anson MacDonald did." He
couldn't help laughing.  "That's the main reason she posed nude for Playboy
as soon as she turned eighteen.  Sis claims being, and I'm quoting her
exactly now; "A double D cup natural blonde centerfold bimbo that didn't
even finish high school" is the perfect cover for her.  Mom was upset at
first, especially since Wendy only quit school because she already knew
more then any of the teachers did.  Mom calmed down because it was the best
thing to do to keep her safe while all the fuel oil companies went bankrupt
because nobody needed gasoline any more!"



   Alan sighed dreamily.  "I found two copies of that Playboy issue where
she was named Playmate of the Year, on EBay.  You know the one that had the
first True 3D centerfold?  Do you think Wendy will sign one for me?"



   "Sis invented that process, too.  She said it was stupid to present
something as true 3D if you had to wear those dumb glasses to see it. 
That's why Anson MacDonald is credited as the savior of paper printed hard
copy adult magazines." Bobby laughed.  "Why not have her sign both?  She's
signed thousands of copies since it came out.  I don't think she'd mind
signing two for you.  After all, you're my best friend."



   "Dude, I only need one autographed." Alan rubbed his hands together
briskly in gleeful anticipation.  "The other copy is gonna see a whole lot
of use!  It's a good thing that the 3D treatment renders the synthetic
paper completely moisture proof!"



   The tiny car nearly swerved off of the road.  "That's so disgusting! 
Would you please quit talking about my big sister like that?"



   "Sorry, but it's not my fault your sister's hot!" he took a deep breath
and sighed dramatically.  "What I really don't understand is why you guys
don't live like royalty!  With all that money Wendy makes, you could go buy
a small country to live in!"



   Bobby laughed.  "That's the beauty of it.  We live under the radar so
the IRS won't clobber us.  Mom and I both agreed to live normal lives in a
normal house.  It's an easy sacrifice to ensure sis stays safe.  She told
me that several major countries, including these United States, still have
teams of experts determined to locate Anson MacDonald.  That's why as far
as the rest of the world knows; it's her modeling work that keeps bread on
the table.  At least that's what all the data bases show.  Sis thought of
everything.



   "Dude, then why do you work part time at that electronics store?"



   "Because I like it." Bobby laughed.  "Besides, I felt kinda stupid as an
adult getting an allowance from his big sister!  It's a sweet deal though.
I don't ever have to worry about saving for rent, food, car insurance or
any of that crap!  Everything I make at Great-Purchases is spending money
for my various collectables."



   The pink car finally pulled into the parking lot of a small warehouse
nestled deep in an old industrial park.  "This is it!" Bobby hissed.  Keep
your mouth shut, and let the recording do all the talking!"



   Bobby took a small mirror out of his sister's purse and checked his
hair. Thank God Wendy had recently cut hers!  The cute little pixy cut she
now wore was pretty easy to replicate with his own corn silk hair.  He was
rather proud of how well it turned out when he took scissors in hand and
styled himself to match.  When they got home tonight he planned on giving
himself a buzz-cut to throw off any suspicion thought.



   Something else caught Bobby's eye when he went to replace the little
mirror.  There, in the purse, was a small tube.  He took it out and stared
at it for a couple of seconds.  Although his big sister didn't usually use
much makeup, Bobby felt compelled to add one last finishing touch.  Under
the car's dome light, the young man very carefully applied the glossy red
lipstick.  He gently blotted his lips on a piece of tissue and then added a
"second coat" the way he'd seen mom and sis do a million times.  He pursed
his lips a couple times before returning lipstick and mirror to his, uh,
Wendy's purse.



   Alan was shocked.  "Dude, what the hell are you doing?  You're getting
too into this!  It's starting to freak me out!"



   "Quiet!" Bobby hissed.  "I'm doing my best to pass myself off as my
sister!  It's not like it's a life style or anything!"



   They climbed out of the car and headed for the only entrance of the
warehouse.  Bobby saw the security guard within the dimly lit reception
room giving him the eye.  Was it dark enough?  Would he pass this ultimate
test?  It was time to find out.  He keyed the recorder again.  "Hi Officer
Michaels!" his sister's synthesized voice called cheerfully.  "I'm just
going to give my friend a quick look around my art studio before we head
out to a party."



   "No problem, Miss.  Shay!" The gray haired retired cop got up and walked
slowly towards the door.  Bobby almost forgot to breath until the door was
finally opened.  "Take your time, I'll let you back out when you finish."



   Bobby mouthed along with the recording.  "Thanks, Officer Michaels.  We
won't be long!"



   The two friends hastened down the hallway towards the back of the
building.  Alan almost passed out when a hand landed on his shoulder and
held him back.  "You mind your manners, young man." The guard hissed. 
"Miss Shay is like a daughter to me.  One word from her and you'll be in
deep shit!"



   "Don't you worry about that!  She's not my type." Alan grinned
theatrically.  "I do go for a man in uniform though."



   The guard laughed.  "I'm old enough to be your father, sonny!" he gave
Alan a wink.  "If I where ten years younger, and you were ten years older,
who knows?  Now get along with you!"



   Alan caught up with Bobby, just as he faced a door with a biometric lock
and keycard slot.  "You handled that nicely." The prettily dressed young
man whispered.



   "I'm glad you told me Wendy hired only homosexuals for her security so
she didn't have to worry about them hitting on her all of the time." Alan
sighed.  I had the sudden feeling that if he thought I was going to screw
you, uh, I mean Wendy; he'd shoot me dead!"



   Bobby pulled a specially prepared glove out of the purse and slipped it
onto his right hand.  "Yeah.  Wendy said it's too distracting to have men
always sniffing around her while she works.  Officer Michaels is a great
guy too, even though he likes men." Bobby shook his head and shuddered. 
"I'm not saying it's wrong or anything, but, how could anyone want to do it
with a dude?" He pressed the glove with his sister's handprint against the
glowing glass plate on the wall, and used his left hand to swipe the
featureless clear plastic card through the slot.  The door silently opened
before them.



   The two friends faced the holy of holies!  Nobody was ever allowed in
Wendy's lab!  She never released any new invention until she was satisfied
it was one hundred percent complete, safe, and ready for manufacture.  Then
and only then would she show her family, before releasing it as yet another
creation of Mr.  Anson MacDonald, everyone's favorite reclusive inventor!
After `he' gifted the world with his new power system, Mr.  MacDonald
turned his aged mind to computers.  In fifteen months, OS-Mindscape,
coupled with the Infinity Holographic processor chip, closed all windows,
and made a bunch of apples go sour!  It was the royalties from this
intuitive software/hardware combination, through dozens of nested false
corporate fronts that kept Wendy happily supplied with any raw materials
and equipment she needed for her more advanced projects.



   "Oh my God!" Bobby breathed as he looked around.  "It's like a set from
some science fiction movie!" He took a step towards a raised dais.  "Could
that be what I think it is?"



   Alan felt his heart pound as he walked towards the matching dais on the
other side of the room.  "Are you thinking, "Star Trek: Generation Three"?"
he said reverently.  This was a techno-nerd's wet dream!  Could Wendy have
actually invented a matter transporter?



   Miles away, Wendy Shay sighed sleepily and opened her eyes.  She
stretched luxuriously and sat up in bed.  The blonde bombshell inventor had
an odd feeling of dread.  That's when the insistent beeping filtered
through her sleep fogged mind.  The golden haired beauty was instantly wide
awake and glanced at the large watch strapped to her slender wrist.  "Oh
damn!  The climate control sensors are registering a zero point eight
degree increase in temperature!  Somebody's inside!" The twenty-eight year
old naked woman leapt from her bed and raced down the hall to the bathroom.
"Oh shit!" she cried as she flipped open the hamper intending to throw on
the clothes she removed just hours before.  "They're gone!  Everything I
wore today is missing!" Time was of the essence, so she grabbed a sweat
shirt and matching pants from the hamper.



   She raced back to her bed room, clutching the clothing to her ample
breasts.  "Double fucking crap!  My purse is missing, too!" It didn't take
genius to put two and two together!  "Bobby, if you don't kill yourself, I
will!"



   Hastily dressing in her brother's sweat clothes, Wendy grabbed her spare
key-card.  She flew down the stairs, long shapely legs taking them two at a
time.  "Mom, I need your car keys!" she cried when she reached the bottom.



   Alyssa Shay looked up from her book and nearly jumped.  "Good gracious
dear, when did you get back?  You only left about a half hour ago."



   "Bobby's up to something!" the worried woman gasped as she grabbed the
keys from the hallway table.  "I'll be back soon, I hope!"



   Wendy climbed into her mother's 2019 Cadillac Enduro and powered it up.
Like a ghost, the silver luxury car raced silently down the street. 
"Please don't let him figure out the proper start-up sequence!" she
breathed as she put the pedal to the metal and barreled across town towards
her laboratory at one hundred and twenty miles an hour!  "Oh dear God, what
am I saying?  Please let him get it exactly right!"



   Bobby looked over the controls, unaware that their mere body heat had
alerted his sister to their trespassing.  "This doesn't look too hard to
figure out.' He said happily.  "Look, according to the logbook, sis has
made a hundred successful transports.  Forty-two of them with living
subjects." He couldn't keep the grin off of his face.  "How about we make
that one hundred and one?"



   Alan stepped back away from he dais he had been staring at.  "Hells no!
Not me!  What if I end up on Mars or something?  They don't have any girls
there!"



   The pretty young man in the sexy skirt and foam stuffed push-up bra
laughed.  "Don't be such a sissy!  I'll be the test pilot, and you can be
mission control."



   Throwing a mock salute, Alan joined his friend at the control console.
"Okay, Cap'n, what do I do first?"



   "Power, I should think." Bobby rushed over and stood on the farther
dais. "It looks pretty straight forward.  Once it reads full power, try
subject scan, and then hit transport."



   Once Bobby was in place, Alan hit the large blue button marked power. 
The bank of oversized Shipstone power cells throbbed and hummed as the
system powered up.  "What about all these other controls?" he asked as he
watched a meter slowly climb towards one hundred percent.  Most of them
aren't even labeled yet.  One says image buffer though."



   "That's probably just for the camera recording system." Bobby pointed
out the lenses aimed at either dais.  "Do you think I want Wendy to see me
here, dressed like this?"



   "I guess not." Alan watched the meter.  "We're at a hundred percent now.
Are you sure about this?"



   Feeling suddenly nervous, Bobby uttered the world's most famous last
words.  "Sure!  What could possibly go wrong?"



   Wendy nearly crashed the Cadillac into her beloved Smart car as she
careened the vehicle into the little parking lot of her lab.  "Maybe I'm in
time!" she gasped as she jumped out and ran for the door.



   Officer Michaels looked up at the sudden pounding at the door.  Gun in
hand, he cautiously approached.  "Miss Shay?  What's wrong?" He noticed the
way the lovely woman was dressed.  `Did that young man try anything with
you?"



   "What?  No, I'm fine!" Wendy took a deep breath.  "Never mind that now.
I have to get into my, uh, studio, before they cause any damage!"



   "They?  Uh, sure Miss Shay!" he opened the door and stood aside.  "Do
you want me to go with you?" He knew the rules, and was paid handsomely to
follow them to the letter.  If some little rich girl wanted to keep her
artistic endeavors secret, who was he to argue?  That didn't make him any
less curious about the locked door he was never permitted to enter.  "You
may need backup!"



   "No, I've got things under control!" she shouted as she ran down the
corridor.  "That is, I hope I do!"



   "Subject scanning!" Alan called out as he pressed another button.  He
watched in awe as energy seemed to ripple across Bobby's unusually dressed
body.  "Shit, what does that feel like?"



   Bobby laughed nervously.  "It feels a little warm, but that's it.  As
soon as it's finished scanning me, hit the transport button!"



   "Okay, I think it's finished now.  Are you ready?"



   Striking what he thought of as a heroic pose, Bobby cleared his throat.
"Energize!"



   Two things happened at once.  Alan hit the transport button, as Wendy
burst into the lab.  "Stop!" she cried, even as her beloved kid brother
began to dematerialize.  "Oh bloody Hell!"



   Alan stared in wonder as Bobby simply faded from view.  In seconds,
there was nothing left of his friend.  "Shit!  Wendy sure is a genius!"



   "I know!" Wendy shouted as she shoved Alan aside.  "Let's just hope I'm
smart enough!"



   Picking himself up off of the floor, Alan stared openly at the vision of
Bobby's sister wearing an old sweat shirt that seemed to be nearly two
sizes too small.  "You look great tonight, Wendy.  How about you and I step
out for a cup of coffee or something?"



   "What?  Are you joking?" she flipped a switch and the system diagnostic
display shimmered into being above the console.  "I have to save my
brother!"



   "Holy crap!" Alan whispered.  "True three dimensional display too?  This
thing rocks!"



   Wendy didn't like what she was seeing.  "Didn't you clear the image
buffer?" she hissed through gritted teeth.  "Oh my God!  You didn't even
activate the bio filter!  If anything happens to my brother, I'll murder
you, Alan McAllister!"



   It was finally sinking in that something was wrong.  Alan tore his eyes
away from the glorious twin peaks of Wendy's bust and turned back towards
the dais.  "Uh, shouldn't Bobby have reappeared by now?"



   Yes, he should have!" the frantically working woman shouted.  "Now shut
up and let me save him!"



   Sparkling light twisted and swirled over the receiving dais as Wendy did
her best to stabilize the energy field and data stream.  In seconds the
light solidified into the form of her brother.  Bobby looked at her in pure
surprise.  "Sis, how did you get here?  You just popped in out of thin
air!" He looked around.  "Oh shit!  I guess it worked.  I'm on the other
side of the room, and I didn't even feel a thing!"



   "Transport complete, thank God!" Wendy ran her eyes over the readings,
and nearly wept at what she saw.  Shutting the system down, she raced over
and threw her arms around her brother.  "Kiddo, how are you feeling?" she
pulled back, and held him at arm's length.  "Oh God, what the hell made you
decide to be a cross dresser, anyway?  Why didn't you at least take clean
clothes?  Hot water and laundry detergent could have made all the
difference!"



   Bobby blushed.  "I only did it to see your lab!  I needed to look as
much like you as possible, so I stole what you wore today!" He shook his
head, suddenly feeling dizzy.  "It's not like I get a kick out of wearing
girls' things!" The dizzy feeling grew stronger.  "Uh, sis?  I don't feel
so good!" He would have fallen if his sister wasn't there to steady him.



   "Oh shit!  Alan, get over here and help me!" Wendy steered her brother
towards the small cot she had set up for quick naps while she was working.
"We have a problem here!"



   The helped Bobby sit on the edge of the cot.  "Oh my God, sis, what's
wrong with me?" his panicked voice dropped to a whisper.  "I'm not turning
into a Brundlefly, am I?"



   Wendy forced a smile on her face.  "Don't be silly!  This is the real
world, not some stupid science fiction story!"



   Torn between staring at Wendy's breasts, and showing concern for his
friend, Alan didn't know what to do.  "Shouldn't we send him back through
again?  Maybe that'll fix him back up."



   "Are you crazy?  We can't risk disrupting what's happening!  The energy
field still surrounding him could collapse prematurely!" she forced herself
to remain calm.  "We need to get him to the hospital.  If what I suspect is
happening comes to pass, he'll need support and an on call medical staff."
Wendy shook her head.  "Why the hell did you have to wear my dirty clothes,
Bobby?"



   "Sorry sis." Bobby's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his breathing
edged towards irregular.  "I just wanted to see your lab setup.  It wasn't
anything nasty!"



   "I know, sweetheart.  Just hang loose, okay?" she stepped away from her
brother and touched a stud on the side of her watch.  "Speed dial, Lance."
She whispered into the device.



   "You've reached Doctor Lance Robinson, please leave a message at the
beep." A moment passed, and the beep that followed was clearly not an
electronic tone, but an off key attempt by the doctor to imitate one.



   "Lance, this is Wendy, I need you!"



   "I'm irresistible, admit it, Wendy-girl!" he laughed.  "I'll meet you
right away, your bed room or mine?"



   "Cut it out!  I meant it on a professional level!"



   The lecherous act dropped in an instant.  "Talk to me."



   "I'm bringing my kid brother to the hospital.  I need someone there who
I can trust, and has admitting privileges." She took a deep breath.  "You
know I wouldn't ask anything like this unless it was very important."



   I'll be there in ten minutes!"



   "Thanks Lance." She couldn't help a little smile.  "Once things are
settled, I'll pay you back any way you chose!"



   She cut the call and returned to her brother's side.  "Let's go kiddo.
Can you walk?"



   "The room is spinning worse then when you ratted me out to mom for
drinking beer last year." He complained.  "I, I think I have a fever, too."



   "It's going to be okay." She put Bobby's arm over her shoulder.  "Alan,
help me get him to the car."



   "The Smart car?" he asked, as he grabbed his friend's other arm.  "That
only seats two."



   "No, I have my mom's Caddy.  We'll lay him in the back seat." The three
headed for the door.  Wendy made damn certain to lock the lab up behind
them!



   Officer Michaels held the door for them as they left the building
together.  "Miss Shay, I thought that girl was you.  Now that I got a good
look, I can see she's just a kid.  What's going on?"



   "Just a little family drama, that's all." Wendy gave him a halfhearted
grin.  "My, uh, my cousin can't hold her alcohol, that's all.  Her
boyfriend was actually decent enough to call me instead of taking advantage
of the situation.  There's sure going to be hell to pay when my uncle finds
out about this!"



   Putting the semi-conscious Bobby in the back seat, Wendy turned to Alan.
"I'll take it from here.  I'm going to trust you now.  Do not breathe a
word of this to anyone, okay?  I can't have even one word leaked about what
you guys found or did in there.  Is that clear?"



   Fear finally made Alan quit his continuous leer at Wendy's charms.  "You
have my word, Wendy.  I swear I won't tell a soul!"



   "I believe you." She gave the young man a quick peck on the cheek.  "You
can keep my car, just to remind you to keep my secret."



   "Wow, really?" the grin left Alan's face just as soon as it formed. 
"Bobby's going to be alright, isn't he?"



   "I hope so." Wendy sighed.  `I truly hope so!"



   The silver Cadillac cut off two ambulances and very nearly drove right
through the doors into the Emergency room.  Dr.  Robinson, the chief of
emergency surgery meeting her there cut off any complaints the display of
reckless driving may have incurred.  "What's wrong with the patient?" he
asked as orderlies moved in with a gurney.  He continued in a whisper. 
"Did one of your `projects' go belly up?"



   "Of course not!" Wendy calmed herself.  Her family didn't know it yet,
but things between Lance and her had recently grown a bit more intense.  So
intense in fact, that Wendy had sworn him to secrecy late one night. 
Snuggled together under the covers, feeling mutually sated and mellow,
Wendy had told him all about her past.  She even came clean about the
identity of a certain Mr.  Anson MacDonald.  "Bobby snuck in my lab and
messed with things that shouldn't have been messed with!  Now we're going
to see some rather serious side effects!"



   "Side effects like what?"



   "You won't believe me if I tell you!  We should get him into a
deep-floatation water bed in the burn unit, just to be on the safe side."
She thought for a moment.  "Start an IV drip of saline and nutrients. 
Insert a feeding tube, too and give him as many calories as he can take. 
Don't be surprised if you have to keep adding more of each.  He's going to
need all the help we can give him if he's to survive what's about to
happen! Serious physiological changes are about to take place.  Lance, it's
important that you do not interfere in any way!  Just keep him fed and
hydrated, that's all.  Let it run its course, okay?  It's Bobby's only
chance!"



   It went against all of his extensive training, but he knew Wendy well
enough to know he had to follow her instructions to the letter if the
patient was to survive.  "Don't worry, love.  I'll make sure he's alright!"




   Once she was sure Bobby was stable, Wendy returned home to break the
news to her mother.  She hadn't felt this scared since she was eight years
old.  Mother had caught on just in time to prevent Wendy's attempt at
seizing control of military assets.  Using only the family computer, an
aluminum foil lined inverted beach umbrella, plus the magnetron tube and
high voltage transformer from an old microwave oven, the mischievous little
girl had built a fully functional satellite communications uplink.  Mom had
walked in just as she was about to re-task a top secret stealth Navy spy
satellite to bounce Japanese television to her receiving station.  Wendy
still had nightmares about the entire summer she had spent without any
technology as her punishment for that little project!



   Alyssa Shay met her daughter at the door.  "Honey, is your brother okay?
I looked up in his room and found this." She held up the rubber mold Bobby
had used to create the glove with his sister's hand print.  "From the notes
I found on his computer, my guess is he needed your hand-print to break
into your laboratory.  Is that why he made himself up to look like you?"



   "Yes mom.  That's how he got passed the guard.  I left him over at the
hospital.  He's stable right now, but it's going to be rough." Tears filled
Wendy's eyes as she sobbed.  "I'm so sorry mom!  Bobby's in serious trouble
and it's all my fault!  I don't blame you for hating me!"



   "Oh sweetheart!" Alyssa held her daughter tightly.  "How could I hate
you?  We both know how curious Bobby is, but who would have thought he'd
take it to this level?" She blinked away her own tears.  "Come on honey;
let's go be with your brother."



   Wendy explained as best as she could what she suspected was happening to
Bobby as her mother drove them back to the hospital.  "The matter
transporter is nearly finished.  The next step was to rewrite the operating
systems to incorporate all of my safety governors and fail safes." She
paused to wipe the guilty tears from her eyes.  "His goofy buddy Alan
didn't know he had to engage the bio filter or clear the image buffers."



   "Honey, I'm just a normal woman." Alyssa tried to smile.  "Please use
small words."



   "Okay, mom.  Bobby's disguise was simply to cut his hair, and wear all
the clothes I wore today." Her face went red.  "The scan detected my DNA in
the panties he was wearing." Her voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper.
"It must have been a pubic hair, with tag intact."



   "At least I know what that means." Alyssa was a retired police
detective. "Go on, sweetheart."



   "Like I said, Alan didn't set the bio filter or Image buffer." Wendy
sighed.  "The computer still had a complete record of my last test
transport.  It was a single white female lab rat.  When it scanned Bobby,
it detected the secondary DNA source, uh, my pubic hair with still living
cells in the tag.  The system's flexible, but not flexible enough.  It
thought there was an error.  It checked the record log in the image buffer
and made a little correction."



   The Cadillac nearly hit a tree.  "Bobby is turning into a rat?"



   "No!  That would have taken millions of changes!  The computer didn't go
that far!  It decided the error was the XY chromosome pairing for the
determination of sexual characteristics." Wendy cleared her throat.  "Since
it had no memory of an XY subject in the system, it just altered what it
wasn't familiar with.  Throughout Bobby's body, in every cell of his being,
his normal XY pairing was instantly changed to an XX.  Thank God the
energies involved seem to have given his metabolism a jump start.  Instead
of killing him or giving him de la Chapelle syndrome, he's changing and
growing as we speak."



   The car pulled into the hospital's parking lot.  Alyssa gasped.  "If, if
I understand you correctly, Bobby, uh, Bobby is turning into a girl?  He
isn't going to die?"



   "No, I'm sure I got him here in time.  He'll live a normal healthy life
span.  It's just that from the system's point of view, there's no such
thing as a male organism.  It corrected Bobby.  He's becoming a normal
healthy female!"



   Alyssa let out a single heartfelt sob.  "Oh thank you, God!" she clasped
her daughter's hands.  `Everything will be okay, sweetheart!  Bobby is
going to be just fine!"



   Would he really be fine?  Bobby was going to lose everything that
identified him as a man.  Wendy didn't know how to answer her mother. 
Thankfully she spotted Lance waiting for her outside of the Emergency Room
entrance.  "There's Dr.  Robinson.  He's attending Bobby."



   "Good.  I approve of him." Alyssa squeezed her daughter's hand.  "He's
very handsome, isn't he?"



   "Mother, he's just a friend!"



   "Young lady, I may have taken early retirement from the force, but once
a detective, always a detective!" she smiled.  "Besides, I came home a bit
early one day last week, and heard a terrific commotion coming from
upstairs.  Either someone was being violently murdered, or you two were
having a very nice time.  Since you were screaming for more, I figured I
didn't need to get my gun and just stepped out for a little while longer."



   Blushing fiercely, and despite worrying about Bobby, Wendy couldn't help
a tiny little smile.  "We had a wonderful time.  Thanks for not shooting
him!"



   "No problem, sweetheart." She opened the car door.  "Here comes your
lover now!"



   "Hush up, mother!" she ran to Lance and let him take her in his arms. 
"How's Bobby doing?" lowering her voice, she continued.  "Mom knows
everything, even about us."



   Lance took advantage of that and gave Wendy a kiss before releasing her.
"I now know why you said I wouldn't believe the side effects." The large
man shuddered.  "Mrs.  Shay, I'll be frank.  The changes all happened at an
astonishing rate of speed." He gulped and looked a little ill.  "Bobby's
penis sloughed off ten minutes after Wendy left to get you.  The scrotum
and testicles followed shortly after.  There was very little blood loss. 
Female external genitalia were already forming at the exposed site."



   He shuddered again.  "Thank God the poor boy was unconscious during
that! I admit that the sight shook me.  For the first time in my medical
career, I nearly fainted.  I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it. 
Thankfully I had pulled the curtain and was cutting away his clothing when
it happened.  Nobody else witnessed.  I broke protocol and wrapped the
already decaying member and all related tissue in what I assume was your
daughter's clothes.  I personally took the bundle down to the hospital's
incinerator and disposed of it.  I figured that would keep questions to a
minimum."



   Alyssa took Dr.  Robinson's hand, hers looking delicate and pale in his
strong ebony grasp.  "How much longer will this transformation take?" she
asked softly.  When can I see my son?"



   Lance sighed.  He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.  "Heart
rate is strong and regular His breathing evened out after the lines of his
face finished softening to female form.  Plus, I haven't seen any increase
in breast size, or, uh, spread in the hip region for about ten minutes. 
That's why I came out to meet you.  The transformation appears to be
complete already." He took a deep breath.  `Um, Wendy?  You know the bra he
was wearing?  You'll have to go up a size or two when you get him, uh, her
one to replace the garment I burned."



   Wendy looked down at her overstretched sweatshirt.  "Oh good Lord!  He
would get saddled with the curse of the Shay women, on top of everything
else!"



   Her mother smiled serenely.  "Your father, rest his soul, didn't think
it was a curse.  I suspect Dr.  Robinson doesn't either."



   The flash of fire in Wendy's eyes prevented Lance from answering that.
He cleared his throat.  "Come on.  We have to move him to a regular room as
soon as I'm sure he's strong enough to transport."



   Wendy gasped.  "Please Lance; don't use the "T" word!"



   Bobby opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling.  He didn't have to
ask where he was.  This was obviously a hospital room.  There didn't seem
to be any problems though.  In fact, he felt pretty good.  No, he felt
great, except for a curious heaviness in his chest.  Looking to his left,
he saw his sister and mother sleeping in those uncomfortable chairs
hospitals always seem to have for visitors.  He felt a stab of guilt when
he noticed Wendy was wearing the sweats he had changed out of when he
swiped her clothes from the hamper.  "Have you guys been here all night?"
Bobby cleared his throat.  That hadn't sounded right.  "Hello?  What's
wrong with my voice?"



   Wendy awoke at her brother's call.  "Bobby, everything's fine!" she
smiled down at him reassuringly, but there was fear in her eyes.



   "Sis, what's happened?" he tried to move, but discovered his arms were
restrained.  "Tell me what's wrong?  Why do I sound funny?  Why am I tied
to the bed?"



   Putting a gentle hand on Bobby's forehead, Wendy tried to explain. 
"You're perfectly healthy.  I want you to know that right from the start."
She said kindly.  "There's no damage or malformation anywhere.  In fact,
you can probably go home today, if you like."



   "But what's wrong with me?"



   His sister sighed.  "Like I said, you're a perfectly healthy nineteen
year old human being.  It's just, um; you brought my DNA through with you
when you used the transporter."



   Bobby stared into his sister's face.  It was rare to see her blushing
like that.  "Your DNA?  It was on your clothes, I guess."



   "That's right." She smiled bashfully.  "According to the scan, there was
a single pubic hair of mine in the panties you swiped from the hamper." Her
eyes shimmered with tears.  "I'm so sorry, but the secondary DNA source it
provided confused the computer."



   Bobby was beginning to feel frightened.  "Tell me!" he shouted in a
clear soprano, much like the voice he had before he hit puberty.  "I'm a
man!  I can take it!"



   Wendy took a deep breath.  There was no way she could sugar coat this!
She just blurted the news out fast, to get it over with.  "That's just it.
You aren't a man any more.  It seems we're such a close familial DNA match
that the system thought the "Y" chromosome was just a scanning error. 
Since there was no system memory of any male organisms, it auto corrected
what it thought was a simple mistake.  You're a perfectly healthy normal
young woman now!"



   "What?" Bobby laughed, despite himself.  "Knock it off, sis!  That's not
funny!" He lifted his head and tried to look down his body as he kicked his
legs.  The hospital sheet was pulled up to his chin, and something under it
was blocking his view.  "Would you get those damn pillows off of my chest
so I can see what's going on?"



   "Uh, Bobby, those aren't pillows." There was nothing else she could do.
Wendy grabbed the sheet and pulled it down.  "It's just you, I'm afraid."



   Bobby froze.  He'd looked down his share of blouses and dresses before,
always certain the girls hadn't noticed, but it was odd seeing such a
bountiful view flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.  The hospital gown
containing them seemed to be nearly bursting at the seams!  Bobby got a
nice peek down the cleavage and couldn't help a grin of satisfaction.  His
first thought was `Wow, what a rack!', before understanding sank in.  "Oh
holy shit!  I got tits?" Panic set in.  "Untie my hands!  Oh God!  I have
to check something!  Please, untie my hands!"



   "Calm down!" Wendy soothed.  "You aren't injured or damaged in any way."
She gulped "Like I said though, you're a perfectly normal girl." She
unstrapped her brother's left arm, ready to pounce if he should attempt to
hurt himself.



   Bobby grabbed at the gown and yanked up the hem.  He shoved his hand
between his legs and groped.  He let out a wailing moan of pure dismay when
his fingers encountered warm pouting lips, but no proud male shaft.  "My
dick is gone!" he gasped.  "What's happened to me?  My balls are missing,
too!"



   Alyssa joined Wendy at bedside.  "Hush, darling!" she soothed. 
"Everything is going to be okay."



   "Okay?  Okay!" Bobby trembled.  "I'm an okay girl!"



   His mother smiled.  "No, that's not quite true.  You're a very pretty
girl!"



   Wendy glared at the woman when Bobby began to sob uncontrollably. 
"Mother, I don't think that was the right thing to tell him just now!"



   "Honey, I was only telling the truth!" she sighed.  "Look at your
brother.  Is there any doubt that anyone would find her anything but
beautiful?"



   "Oh my God, you're calling me `her' now!" Bobby wailed.  "What am I
going to do?  Sis, you gotta help me!  Change me back!  Please!"



   "I'll have to study the readouts and check all the system logs." Wendy
grabbed Bobby's hand from between those lovely legs and squeezed it tight.
"I will not risk just throwing you back into the machine!  Its pure luck
that it didn't kill you the first time!  I don't understand the energy
field that let you transform so quickly.  That energy field saved your
life! I won't make a move until I'm sure it's one hundred percent safe to
repeat the process.  I sorry, but I just can't run the risk of killing
you!"



   The distraught patient screamed, edging into hysterics.  "Risk it!  I'd
rather die then stay like this!"



   Quick as lightning, Alyssa slapped Bobby's face.  Just as fast, she was
half in the bed, crying and kissing the cheek she had just struck.  "Oh
God, I'm sorry Bobby, but I can't sit by and let you say terrible things
like that!  Losing your father was almost more then I could withstand!  I
can't even think of losing you too!"



   Bobby was still crying, but it had lost the edgy grip of hysteria.  "Oh
mom, I'm sorry!  Sis, I'm sorry I broke into your lab too!"



   Wendy sighed, wiping the tears from her own eyes.  "We're one sorry
family, aren't we?" She tried to smile.  "I didn't say I couldn't do it,
Bobby.  You just have to give me some time to study the entire situation.
After all, you don't want to end up being a Brundlefly!"



   Eyes still tearing, Bobby managed a slight grin.  "Did I really say
that? Damn, I must have sounded stupid!"



   "No, not really." Wendy laughed.  "I had a little concern of that
myself. That big of a genetic difference would have just shut the machine
down.  I think of everything, after all."



   Bobby glanced down again at the startling view of cleavage, and flopped
back onto the pillow.  "I don't think you thought of everything this time!"



   "No, I didn't think of my meddling little brother running around in drag
and with my panties fresh from the hamper, no less." She saw the little
smile was still on Bobby's lips.  "I don't think anyone could have
anticipated that!"



   Alyssa slipped off of the bed, and looked from one of her children to
the other.  "What the hell is a Brundlefly?"



   That was enough to set Bobby laughing.  "Don't worry about it, mom. 
Sis, as long as I know you're working on the problem, I'll be okay." He
grimaced a bit.  "Damn, I sound weird!"



   "No, you sound pretty good." Wendy smiled.  "You should try singing.  I
bet your new voice would sound lovely in song!"



   "I don't sing!" Bobby used his free hand to pull the sheet up over his
face.



   "Oh honey, Wendy's right!" Alyssa pulled the sheet down.  "Be a good
girl, and give it a try." Her eyes opened wide.  "Oh Bobby!  Forgive me!"



   The sheet once again covered Bobby's pretty face.  After a moment, it
slowly came back down.  "Oh hell, go ahead and call me her, she, girl,
daughter, or whatever!  I'm stuck like this until sis fixes me, so I guess
I can stand it!" She stuck out her tongue.  "But I will not sing!"



   Dr.  Robinson chose that moment to enter the room.  "I have good news!"
he said, in an honest attempt to sound cheerful.  "The blood workup I ran
looks perfectly normal, as are all vital signs.  The ultrasound shows
textbook perfect internal organ structure and placement as well.  Inside
and out, in every way medical science can measure and detect, the patient
appears to be in absolutely perfect health."



   Wendy threw her arms around the doctor and kissed him passionately.  "Oh
thank you!  That's the best thing I've heard today!"



   Bobby glared at the man his sister was embracing.  "He knows, doesn't
he?"



   "Yes Bobby, I do." Releasing his girlfriend, he advanced to the bed. 
"I'm Dr.  Lance Robinson.  Your sister called me because she knew I could
be trusted to keep secrets." He glanced around to make sure nobody was at
the door before continuing in a hushed voice.  "Anson MacDonald trusts me
too."



   Bobby stared at the doctor.  "Holy shit!  Only four people know about
him!  Either sis has gone completely insane, or," Bobby paused
dramatically.



   Wendy cut her sibling off, a huge grin on her face.  "Or Lance and I are
getting married!"



   The doctor nearly stumbled.  "Was that a yes?" he turned to Alyssa, who
was just giving him another serene smile.  "Did I hear that right?  Did she
say she we were getting married?"



   Bobby couldn't help giggling.  Her face grew quite red when she heard
how `girly' it sounded.  "You heard right, doctor!  I guess if sis trusts
you so much, I can too!"



   Wendy took Lance's arm.  "Love, I'm sorry it took me so long to answer,
but seeing how you helped us in such a time of need made the answer so very
simple!"



   Feeling proud, happy, and more then a little embarrassed, Dr.  Lance
Robinson cleared his throat.  "Like I said, I can keep a secret.  I've
entered you in the system as a case of accidental carbon monoxide
poisoning. That will help explain no visible sign of injury, and such a
speedy recovery.  All the paper work shares a very slight miss-spelling. 
Your name is down as Miss Bobbie Shay, with an "IE" instead of a "Y".  I
figured it would be easier all around that way."



   "Oh damn." Bobbie tried to look upset, but her beautiful smile lit up
the room.  "Dammit!  Now I've lost another "Y"!"



   "Very funny!" Wendy unbuckled the strap on her neo-sister's other arm.
"This means we can get out of here now, right?"



   "The discharge papers should be ready any moment." Lance smiled at his
fiancée.  "I'll see you tonight, won't I?"



   Wendy sighed.  "I have to get right to work on Bobbie's problem.  I'll
call you in a couple of days."



   Bobbie laughed.  "Sis, don't be a jerk.  I may be just a dumb guy." She
stiffened.  "I mean, I may not be in love, but even I know you guys should
have some time to celebrate!  You can start tomorrow.  I can wait!"



   Alyssa took the doctor's hands in hers.  "Thank you for everything,
Lance." She turned to her daughter.  "If you two should decide to celebrate
at our house, do please try to be a little quieter!" she grinned and headed
for the bathroom.  "I'll be right out."



   "Mom, wait a minute!" Bobbie shouted as the door closed with a firm
click.  "I need to" she gulped "Sis, um, I need to talk to you in private!"



   "Lance bowed before he left the room.  "I'll leave you two alone." He
smiled kindly at Bobbie.  "Take it easy.  If anyone can help, it's your
brilliant sister!"



   Wendy waited for Lance to leave.  "Yes Bobbie." She said quietly.  "Dr.
Robinson and I are lovers.  Do you have a problem with me having premarital
sex?"



   "What?  No!  Lance is cool!  I'm happy for you guys, honest!  That's not
what I wanted to talk about!" Bobbie fidgeted in the bed.  "How do you do
it?" she asked softly.  "I feel like I'm going to burst!  It's starting to
hurt!  I have to pee real bad!"



   "Oh shit!  Bobbie, when's the last time you, uh, went?"



   "Last night, before I went to your lab!" she couldn't help a little
whimper.  "Does it work the same way?  What if my bladder explodes because
I couldn't figure it out in time?"



   "Oh Bobbie, I'm sorry!  With all the saline and liquids I had Lance give
you, it's no wonder you're in trouble now!  He couldn't catheterize you
during the, uh, change." Wendy turned around and pounded on the bathroom
door.  "Mom, get the hell out, right now!  We're having a crisis!"



   Bobbie made a sudden announcement.  "Sis, it's too late!  I can't hold
it any more!" She sat upright in bed and used both hands to clamp the
hospital gown tightly between her legs.  It didn't help the situation. 
Warm wetness slowly spread.  "Oh no!  This is disgusting!" Bobbie's
emotional roller coaster ride took another dip.  The pretty girl began to
cry as she continued to relieve herself all over gown, hands, and bed.  "I
didn't mean it!  Honest!" she sobbed as the flow finally eased to a stop.
"It was a mistake!"



   Wendy thumped the door one last time.  "Mother, this is your fault! 
Everyone knows you're not supposed to use the patient's bathroom!" she went
to the bed and patted Bobbie's arm.  "It's alright.  I know it's not your
fault!  I should have realized right away that you were having a problem.
I'll buzz for a nurse, and she'll help clean you up.  Okay?"



   Face flushed with embarrassment, Bobbie wiped the tears from her eyes,
and then snatched her damp hand away from her face.  "Okay Wendy.  Um, it,
it works the same way." She said quietly while waiting for the nurse to
arrive.  "Once it started, I just couldn't seem to stop!  I had to go so
damn bad!  This is so nasty!  What if they think I did it on purpose?"



   "Knock-knock!" a voice called cheerfully as an attractive young woman
entered the room.  "Good morning!  I'm Cathy.  I would be your nurse today,
but a little birdie told me you're about to be discharged." She went to the
wall and switched off the call signal.  "What do you need, sweetheart?"



   Bobbie felt her face growing warm.  "I, um, I had an accident.  I'm so
sorry!  I swear I didn't do it on purpose!"



   "It wasn't her fault at all, Cathy.  Bobbie had a saline drip running
all last night, and only just woke up a few minutes ago.  Our mother
decided to use the bathroom and jumped ahead of her." Wendy gave the door
another thump.  "You can come out any time mom!"



   The door finally opened.  Alyssa sheepishly stepped out.  "I'm sorry,
honey.  That was very inconsiderate of me."



   Cathy shook her head.  "We do have rules for a reason." She pointed to
the notice on the door.  "This restroom is for patient use only.  Public
restrooms are located down the hall.  Now could you both step outside while
I help get the patient ready to go home?"



   "Well!  I never!" Alyssa huffed as Wendy grabbed her arm and pulled her
from the room.



   "Cool it, mother!" she laughed.  "It's your own fault!  That nurse is
only doing her job!"



   Bobbie would have laughed too, but she was far too embarrassed.  "I'm
really sorry, Cathy.  I'll clean it up myself." The damp young woman
climbed slowly out of bed.  "Just get me something to wear." She nearly
over balanced and grabbed at the bed to steady herself.



   The nurse grabbed Bobbie's arm when she stumbled.  "Hold it, sweetie! 
You may be going home now, but you've had quite an ordeal.  You just sit on
the side of the bed and relax."



   Bobbie started to protest, but shut her mouth.  How could she explain
that the only reason she almost fell was she wasn't used to walking around
with a big ol' set of hooters?  She sat down meekly instead.  "Sorry."



   "Nothing to be sorry about, sweetie!  Carbon monoxide is no joke!"
Before Bobbie knew what was happening, Cathy efficiently slipped the
hospital gown from her body.  "Don't try to get up now." The nurse
cautioned as she opened a drawer and pulled out a washcloth.



   Her whole body went pink as Bobbie instinctively tried to cover her new
assets with her hands.  Her hands weren't nearly big enough!  "I can do it
myself!" she snapped, as the nurse applied some kind of skin cleanser to
the cloth and began to gently wipe it over her still damp legs.  "This is
humiliating!" She nearly jumped off of the bed when the washcloth gently
but swiftly swiped directly between her thighs!



   "Now sweetie, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.  We're all girls
here." Cathy said kindly as she continued.  "Now stand up.  Take it slowly,
and brace your hands against the bed,"



   Bobbie did as she was told.  Leaning over with her hands on the bed
railing, she gasped as her bottom was gently washed by a total stranger! 
Just yesterday this scenario would have inspired quite a few `one handed'
pleasure sessions, but today?  "Are we done yet?" she asked timidly,
blushing fiercely while goose bumps covered her body.



   "All finished, sweetie!" Cathy pulled the wet sheets into a ball in the
center of the bed.  She then looked through several drawers, and opened the
small closet.  "Honey, where are the clothes you came in with?  Didn't
anyone bring you something to wear?"



   "I'm not sure.  I don't think so." The flustered young woman sat back
down, carefully avoiding the area of wetness on the mattress.  "What do I
do now?  I don't want to go home with my butt sticking out!"



   "It's okay.  Let me show you a little trick." Cathy helped Bobbie into a
fresh clean gown, and then pulled a second one from the drawer.  "Now we
put this one on backwards, and tie it in the front." Once she finished
tying the second gown, she gave Bobbie a smile.  "There, now you won't be
giving any guys a free bootie show."



   "Guys?  Oh God!" Bobbie hugged herself and shivered dramatically.  "I
can't let any guys see me like this!"



   Cathy smiled, not knowing the real reason for her patient's dismay. 
"Don't worry, sweetie, you look fine!  You'll still have to beat them off
with a stick, even when wearing something as plain as a hospital gown!" She
gave Bobbie's shoulder a friendly squeeze.  "You just sit here and wait a
moment.  I'll send in your mom and sister.  The orderly should be along
soon with a wheelchair so you can get out of here."



   "I'm sorry about making a mess." Bobbie said softly.  "Thank you very
much for helping me."



   "Oh sweetie, it's not a problem!  You just relax, okay?" Cathy gathered
up the sheets and slipped them into a plastic bag.  "I'm glad you're well
enough to go home!"



   "Alright." Bobbie felt oddly happy when Cathy left.  She noted the cute
nurse had a really nice behind, but her body didn't respond in the old
familiar way.  She had nothing to get a boner with, after all.  She just
felt warm, damp, and a little strange between the legs.  The coarse
material of the gown was suddenly irritating her nipples, too.  Not knowing
any better, she just chalked it all up to the embarrassment of getting her
first sponge bath.  "Jeez,' she whispered.  "I wish I had a towel to dry
off down there!  I still feel all wet!"



   "Look what I have!" her mother announced while guiding a wheelchair into
the room.  "Its hospital rules that you have to ride out, but I used my
still considerable pull to talk them into letting me take charge."



   Wendy laughed.  "Who are you kidding, mom?  You had that intern drooling
all over you.  Don't think I didn't see you slip him your phone number,
either!"



   Bobbie couldn't help grinning.  "Oh hell, is mom being a cougar again?"



   "You know I hate that term!  It's crude and undignified!" Alyssa's grin
took the sting from her words.  "Oh, just get in the chair!"



   "She was practically purring!" Wendy locked the wheels and helped her
sibling to sit down.  "She hit him full force with the curse of the Shay
women.  I think she also put a little bit of the ol' MILF spin on her
pitch, and the poor guy was hooked!"



   "I told you dear.  It's a blessing, not a curse." She gave her daughter
a wicked grin.  "I may be going out for cocktails tomorrow night."



   "More like you're going out for cock while shaking your tail!  Jeez mom,
how many guys have you banged since the vaccination against STDs became
available a few years ago?  Fifty, or is it closer to a hundred?  At least
I only fuck the guy I'm currently in a relationship with!  She blushed. 
"Since I never had time for a relationship until I turned twenty-seven last
year, my total is one!" Wendy's eyes opened wide.  Shit!  With Bobbie
looking like `one of the girls' she hadn't thought anything of just letting
go and sharing a little private girl talk with mom.  She and mom never had
their spirited little `discussions' where her formerly little brother could
overhear them.  They both knew he may not understand it was all in the name
of good natured kidding.  The poor thing looked like she was in shock!



   "Don't underestimate your mother's scorecard, dear!" Alyssa laughed even
as she blushed.  "Go ahead little Miss former twenty-seven year old virgin,
and tell me you didn't use your available assets as bait to land that fine
young doctor.  I think it's safe to say that Lance is very much attracted
to a couple of things that are more alluring and far bigger than your super
genius brain!" Too late, she also noticed the look on Bobbie's face.  "Oh
my!  I'm sorry dear.  Let's change the subject."



   Understanding dawned and the wide eyed girl glanced down at her own
ample assets.  She was bigger then Wendy!  Hers were even bigger then moms!
There was no way in Heaven or Hell she wanted men going after her `bait'!
Bobbie suddenly cried out.  "I want a blanket!  Get me a damn blanket!  I
need one right now!  I'm not going anywhere without a blanket!"



   Alyssa rummaged around through the drawers.  "Here you are, honey." She
lovingly placed a blanket over Bobbie's lap, noting how the firmly erect
nipples thrust against the thin material of the hospital gown.  "You do
look a little chilly."



   "That's not it!  I'm not cold at all!" Bobbie snapped, not realizing
exactly what her mother was implying.  The blushing girl pulled the blanket
up to her chin.  "I don't want any guys looking at me!  I'd die if I made a
dude drool because of my bait!"



   Wendy pushed the wheelchair down the hallway towards the elevator. 
"Sorry kiddo.  Mom and I joke around like that a lot.  We didn't mean to
upset you."



   "It's not the sex talk!" Bobbie muttered, just her head visible above
the blanket.  "I don't want any guys to see me like this!  I don't want
them to stare and drool because I'm so fucking big on top!" That's when her
heart nearly stopped.  Just as they were approaching an elevator with open
doors, another one opened and began discharging its passengers.  Alan
McAllister was among them!  With a squeal, the blanket suddenly lifted
higher until only lovely baby blue eyes were visible.



   "Hi Mrs.  Shay.  Uh, sorry about last night Wendy.  Going home already?"
Alan's relief was plain in that he was once again indulging in his favorite
past time.  It was almost comical the way he couldn't decide on which Shay
woman to ogle.  His bright eyes just kept scanning back and forth, never
once lifting to the level of their eyes.  "I guess Bob's okay, if they're
letting him go so soon."



   Bobbie huddled under the blanket, using her elbows to sort of make a
tent out of the material to hide her enhanced figure.  Wendy quickly came
to her aid.  "Medically, everything's fine!" she snapped.  "There is the
matter of breaking and entering though!" She paused for a second.  "Kiddo,
don't open your mouth!  I don't want to hear another word out of you until
I think of a suitable punishment!" She glared at Alan.  "As for you, you're
lucky I don't decide to take back my car by calling it in as stolen!"



   Alan took a step back.  "Jeez, Wendy, I, I only rode along!  It was all
Bob's idea, honest!  Please don't take the car back!  I, I already
installed a new sound system!"



   Alyssa chimed in.  "Wendy dear, I think you're being too hard on the,
um, boys." She smiled kindly at Alan.  "I think you better stay away from
our house for a few days, okay sweetie?  I'm sure Wendy will have calmed
down by then." She leaned forward and took his hand, `accidentally'
brushing her firm full breasts against his upper arm.  "Don't worry.  If my
daughter gave you her car, I won't let her take it back."



   "Um, uh, Okay, Mrs.  Shay." He gulped, face growing red.  "See ya later,
Bob!  Hope you aren't in too much trouble!"



   Bobbie sighed with relief when the elevator doors closed.  Alan wisely
decided to wait for another one, rather then crowd in with the Shay family.
"Thanks guys." She whispered.  "You saved my life!  Mom, you didn't have to
go all cougar on Alan though!"



   Wendy laughed.  "I thought it was a brilliant maneuver.  It sure kept
him from noticing how lovely your eyes look now!"



   Alyssa looked slightly guilty.  "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking
when I did it.  Really!"



   Thankfully they made it home without further incident.  Bobbie,
abandoning the shield of her blanket, was first out of the car.  "Hurry up
mom!  Unlock the door before anyone comes down the street!" she shouted
while running barefoot towards the front door, still clad only in the
doubled up hospital gowns.  "Close all the blinds as soon as we get
inside!"



   Wendy sighed.  "At least she seems to be getting used to her new pattern
of locomotion.  Look how fast she's moving, and no stumbling.  I expected a
lot of falling since her center of gravity has changed rather drastically."



   Alyssa locked up the Cadillac.  "I don't think we should mention the
cute little sway her hips have now, either.  Just look at that lovely hiney
go!"



   "I do believe her butt is tracing nearly a perfect figure eight when she
walks.  The skeletal structure of the hips does differ between men and
women, after all.  Her fat deposits and muscle groupings have rearranged
themselves too." Wendy couldn't hide her grin.  "Yes, we should keep quiet
about that.  Bobbie is upset enough about the thought of men staring at her
breasts.  I don't think it's even occurred to her yet that she's also every
ass-man's dream come true!"



   Ducked down and timidly hiding behind the rhododendron bushes that lined
the porch, Bobbie called out again.  "Hurry up!  What if someone sees me?"



   "They'd see a normal looking girl, that's all." Her mother took her time
walking up the driveway.  "There is absolutely no reason for you to be
acting like this."



   "But what will we tell people if they notice me?" she whimpered.



   "It's very simple.  You're your cousin." Wendy smiled.  "Bobby is off
visiting a few universities before deciding where he wants to go. 
Meanwhile, his cousin Bobbie came over for a surprise visit, and is using
his room until he comes back."



   "Who the hell would believe that?" the young woman shook her head. 
"Nobody would fall for me suddenly having a cousin with the same name!"



   "Oh really?" Wendy took her sibling's hand and pulled her away from the
shelter of the rhododendrons.  "People will accept the easier more likely
explanation.  So, you have a cousin with the same name?  Do you think
anyone would say "No, I think the logical scenario is that Bobby rode a
matter transporter and transformed himself into a girl!"?"



   "No, but only because real people don't talk like that!" A tiny smile
formed on Bobbie's lips.  "Logical scenario?  What are you, a dictionary?
You sound like you swallowed one!"



   Speaking of swallowing." Alyssa unlocked the door.  "When you and Lance
are together, have you..."



   Wendy clapped a hand over the woman's mouth.  "MOTHR!  Not now!"



   "You guys are nasty!" Pretty nose in the air, Bobbie stormed into the
house.



   "Settle down, dear." Alyssa grinned.  "I was only going to ask if you
and Lance have discovered any exciting new restaurants lately.  I'd like to
take my new intern friend somewhere nice tomorrow."



   "You are simply impossible, mother!" she sighed.  "That's why we love
you so much!"



   Bobbie immediately stormed up the stairs.  "You guys can talk dirty all
you want!  I have to put on some real clothes!" With that, she slammed and
locked her bedroom door.



   The first thing she did was head right for the mirror over her dresser.
"Oh shit!  I really do look like Wendy now!" she gasped, gazing at the
feminine face staring back at her.  "This is just so wrong!" she ripped the
blanket from her bed and covered the glass.  She didn't want to see the
next step!



   Sighing dramatically, the young woman untied the outer gown, and
shrugged out of it.  It took her a full minute before she could bring
herself to remove the second one.  "Steady now." She hissed.  "Everything
will beokay when Wendy studies the transporter!"



   Still, it was shocking.  Once again, her hand wondered between her legs.
"It's really all gone!" she moved the hand away but not before she
accidentally touched the female genitalia she was now stuck with.  She
yanked her hand away as if the soft moist warmth had burnt her.  `Oh God! I
gotta get dressed!"



   She pulled open a drawer and removed a pair of her tighty-whities and
slipped them on over long shapely legs.  "Oh fuck!" Stretching the
waistband as much as it would go, a couple stitches audibly popped as she
only just barely managed to get them up over her hips.  "Shit!  Why the
hell did I get so wide down there?" Mom used to always tease her about
having snake hips and a tiny hiney.  Those days seemed to be over with the
sudden spread of her hips!  Bobbie whimpered as she cupped her now firm
round bottom with both hands.  "Oh my God, what the hell's with this Kim
Kardashian butt?"



   Growing a little panicked, Bobbie flung open the closet door.  She
grabbed her favorite jeans and began to try and slither into them.  "Oh
damn!  Oh God damn it all to fucking Hell!" she grunted.  They were quite a
bit snug on the legs, but that wasn't the real problem.  Flopping onto the
bed, she rolled from side to side, bucking and bouncing as she frantically
tried to bring closure to her jeans.  It was an impossible task!  "There's
no way I can zipper these!" she gasped.  "I, I can't even get close to
buttoning them!"



   She tried for a shirt next.  Pulling one on, she realized something
right off.  "Button downs are out!" she said as she tugged uselessly,
trying desperately to close the garment over her bountiful new assets. 
There just wasn't enough shirt to work with!  "Shit!  Maybe I have a tee
shirt big enough!" She did, but just barely.  Bobbie managed to stretch and
pull her way into an old worn shirt emblazoned with the logo of a classic
advertising slogan.  Unable to stop herself, she pulled the blanket from
the mirror and took a look at herself.  "Good God!  I can't dress like
this!"



   She stared at her reflection and whimpered softly.  The thin material of
the shirt was stretched so tightly over her breasts that it may as well not
even have been there!  It didn't help matters to have the words "Got Milk?"
emblazoned across her chest.  It had seemed cool and retro when she had
bought it at a thrift store a while ago.  Her stupid big breasts and large
protruding nipples made it look like some kind of perverted joke now!  "No,
no, no!  No fuckin' way!  People will think I'm trying to be sexy or
something!"



   Hopping around the room, Bobbie struggled back out of the skin tight
clothing.  "Dammit!  Wendy has my baggiest sweat clothes!  I probably could
have worn the pants, anyway!" Now naked again, she caught a glimpse of
herself and froze.  Eyes wide, she stared at the beautiful statuesque blue
eyed blonde Goddess she had become.  Hands moving as if in a dream, she
cupped her full firm bosom.  It was her first time touching naked breasts,
and she couldn't help giving the firm but yielding warm flesh a little
squeeze before snatching her hands away.  "Oh crap!  I, I'm hot!" she
gasped.  "I look really hot!" She looked better then a lot of the pictures
she used to hunt for online to jerk off to!  "I could be in Playboy too,
just like sis!"



   Alarmed and confused at that thought, she turned her back to the
reflection.  Bobbie didn't understand at first what was happening to her.
Heart pounding beneath her breasts, the young woman once more felt a
pleasant feeling of warm wetness growing between her legs.  "Oh God!  Not
that!" Balling her slender hands into fists, she tried to resist.  "No!  I
am not turning myself on!  That's disgusting!  It's too nasty to even think
about!" Working with her eyes tightly closed, she managed to somehow get
the blanket back up over the mirror.



   Bobbie regretted telling Wendy she could wait!  She wanted to go back
through the transporter right now and end this nightmare!  Keeping her eyes
closed didn't stop tears from slowly rolling down her cheeks.  "Dammit! 
That's another thing!" she sniffed.  "Why do I keep crying like some kind
of sissy?" She tried to steady herself.  "It's not forever." She scolded.
"Deal with it!  Suck it up!  Walk it off!  Be a man, for God's sake!" she
ran out of clichés and sighed.  "My bathrobe will still fit.  At least
that's something!" Before going to the bathroom to get it, Bobbie took a
simple precaution to protect herself from seeing the mirror in there. 
Pulling a large bandana from a dresser drawer, she fashioned it into a
blindfold and tied it securely in place.



   Bumping along slowly, Bobbie felt her way into her bathroom.  There it
was, on the back of the door!  She grabbed the thick terrycloth robe and
snuggled into it.  It was a birthday gift from mom, and she had never
really liked it before.  What guy would want a big fluffy white terrycloth
bathrobe, after all?  Things were different now!  She thanked the heavens
above that she at least had something to cover up with!



   Taking a deep breath, the young woman slipped the blindfold from her
eyes.  "This is ridiculous!" she sighed.  "I hope mom will go out and get
me something else to wear!  What if it really takes weeks for Wendy to set
me right?  I can't just wear a bathrobe all that time!" She risked looking
towards the mirror.  A sexy short haired blonde blinked back.  A blonde
that filled a bathrobe in just exactly the right way to make any man stop
and take notice!  `It's not that bad." Bobbie whispered.  "I can deal with
it." Her hands dropped to the sash and slowly untied it.  The robe gaped
open a little bit, and revealed more cleavage to her wide opened eyes.



   "Cut it out!" she scolded the mirror before once again turning away from
her own sexy reflection.  "I have to clear my mind!" she sighed, and
reached into the bathtub and started the water running.  "I'll take a
shower, and then maybe mom will make breakfast, or is it lunch.  I don't
even know what time it is!" She watched the water flowing into the tub, and
for some reason she pulled the little knob that closed off the drain. 
"They always say girls relax by taking a nice hot bath.  Maybe that's all I
need!"



   Steam filled the room.  Bobbie breathed a sigh of relief when the mirror
fogged up enough so that her reflection was little more then an indistinct
outline.  "This ought to set me right." She shrugged out of the robe and
stepped into the hot water.  Settling slowly, the young woman eased herself
into the tub.  "Oh, this does feel nice.  Maybe I should switch from
showers to baths all the time."



   Eyes closed, Bobbie just lay back and let her body be infused with the
heat of the water.  Slowly, curiosity made her hand move.  Gingerly, she
once again slipped that hand between shapely thighs.  "At least I actually
touched a pussy." She whispered "That's more then Alan can say!" Her
fingertips lightly traced over the pouting lips that had so frightened her
back at the hospital.  Almost instinctively, she moved her hand away from
those tempting lips and closed her fingers into a circle, as if grasping
something.  Of course there was nothing there.  She had nothing to jerk off
with any more.  Her eyes opened.  "Maybe, uh, maybe I should try it this
way once.  J-Just to make a comparison, that's all."



   Fingers went back to lightly moving.  She let out a soft moan when she
touched the delicate inner folds of her labia minora.  "It, uh, they feel
nice!" She gasped.  Those fingers began to move a little faster.  Bobbie
hardly noticed that her breathing was getting a little loud.  Her heart was
racing as she spent quite a few minutes just gently caressing her most
delicate self.  Before long though, she noticed a difference.  "I, I guess
I sort of still can get erections." She breathed as her fingers teased the
clitoris as it peeked out of its hood.  "It, it feels kinda big.  Is, is it
because my dick was almost ten inches long?"



   Timidly, she traced a finger around the swelling pearl.  It felt to be
about the size of the tip of her thumb!  Being timid was actually quite a
help!  Lot's of guys will attack a clit the first time their fingers
encounter one.  That dainty little jewel should be treated with gentle
respect!  Bobbie's slow and easy movements where just what she needed for
her first time!  "Oh, Oh God!" she gasped, trying, but failing at keeping
herself from panting.  "D-Does Wendy do this?  Does mom?" Of course that
was a silly question.  They most certainly did!



   That was when Bobbie made another discovery.  While her right hand
played, her left had strayed!  Water started to slosh in the tub as the
young woman fondled her heaving breasts.  Thumb and index finger began to
tease and pinch large firm nipples as she kneaded and fondled the glorious
firm flesh.  She started thinking about her favorite fantasies.  The water
splashed even more as she went on to imagine her normal self fucking Nurse
Cathy after that sponge bath.  That's when things started to get a little
mixed up and weird.



   Her mind's eye pictured Dr.  Lance entering the room.  Cathy vanished,
and she was a girl again.  Now Dr.  Lance was taking off his pants!  In her
mind's eye, the doctor's penis was a rich dark mahogany, and so big it was
almost frightening!  Her hands moved frantically as the imaginary doctor,
wearing nothing but an open lab coat, climbed over her in the hospital bed.




   "I don't want an injection!" she wailed, as her toes curled.  Knees
rising out of the water, Bobbie's back arched.  A wave of power from deep
in her tummy seemed to race throughout her entire being!  Fear and pleasure
wracked her body as she succumbed to her first female orgasm!  On it went!
Bobbie cried out, as her fingers kept right on teasing and caressing.  One
peak only led to another!  The panting writhing girls' world had shrunk
down to just star bright pleasure burning through her soul!



   After some timeless interval, she sat up sputtering and coughing.  "I, I
must have passed out!" She finally gasped.  "Something must be wrong! 
Having an orgasm, never felt like that before!  I thought it would never
stop!" Deep in her soul, she knew that while it was happening, she didn't
want it to ever end!  "It's too much!  I could have drowned!" She climbed
shakily from the tub.  "Never again!" she vowed, as she reached for a
towel. "Oh God, it's probably additive!  I can't ever risk doing that again
or I'll be hooked!"



   Ear pressed against a water glass held tight to the bedroom door, Wendy
laughed when she heard Bobbie's little fib about never again!  She stuck
out her hand.  "I told you!  There isn't a guy on Earth who could resist
going for a little `test drive' if he ended up in Bobbie's shoes!  Now pay
up!"



   With a sigh, Alyssa handed her daughter a fifty dollar bill.  "You win!
I thought she would hold out because it was such a traumatic change for the
poor dear!" She removed her own glass from the door.  `Let's go downstairs
before she comes out and finds us listening!"



   Wendy giggled.  "I'm just dying to ask what that injection business was
all about!" she followed her mother down the stairs.  "Don't mention it to
her though.  She's probably a little embarrassed now.  It sounded like one
hell of a big "O"!"



   Bobbie felt guilty as hell after the way her imagination had run away
from her.  "Oh jeez!" she scrubbed the towel over her body, trying hard to
avoid any sort of pleasurable sensations.  "That was gross!  Why the hell
was I thinking about a guy stickin' his cock into me!  Thank God nobody
will ever know.  If sis ever builds a mind reading machine, I'm moving to
Spain!  Better yet that colony on Mars!" She threw the robe back on and
trudged out of the bathroom.  She sat at her desk chair and wriggled a foot
into one of her sneakers.  "Dammit!  My feet even changed!  They look the
same size, but the shoe feels all wrong!  I think my feet are narrower, and
the arch is way different.  This is almost as bad as clumping around in
sis's high heels yesterday!"



   Heading down stairs, she joined her mother and sister in the kitchen. 
"Um, I, I want to apologize for all this, especially for the way I acted
leaving the hospital, and before we got into the house.  I promise I won't
yell and carry on like that any more.  I'll just wait it out until Wendy
figures out how to safely reverse me."



   Alyssa opened a cabinet.  "That's okay, sweetie.  We know you're under a
terrible amount of stress." She tried to keep the smile off of her face as
she unwrapped a small package while blocking Bobbie's view with her body.
"I'm glad to see you seem to have eased that, uh, stress somewhat."



   "Yeah, I, um, I took a bath, and uh, meditated a little bit.  I feel a
lot better now."



   "Here dear.  I want you to try something." She held out a small brown
chunk of candy.  "Open wide!"



   Bobbie did as she was told.  Her mother popped the treat into her mouth.
Bobbie chewed, and her face lit up.  "Oh wow!  This has got to be the best
chocolate I ever tasted!  You know I don't normally like it, but this is
stuff is so much better then any I've ever tried before!" she savored the
richness as she slowly, almost lovingly, chewed it into a thick warm fluid
consistency.  She closed her eyes and swallowed the thick creamy
confection, sighing contentedly as it flowed down her throat.  "What is
that, some special import from France or Switzerland or something?  I bet
it costs a fortune!  Can I have another piece please?"



   Wendy nearly doubled over laughing.  "If I didn't think it was a
complete transformation before, I sure do now!"



   Alyssa smiled.  "Sure honey.  Why don't you finish the bar?" She handed
Bobbie the rest of the regular everyday Hershey bar.  "This is from my
private stock, but I'll share with you!"



   "You're kidding, right?" Bobbie looked embarrassed, until she took
another bite.  Then she forgot her embarrassment completely!  "Thanks mom,
you're the best!  Can, uh, if this is so good, could we get some of the
really expensive stuff?  I'll pay for it!" She smiled happily and took
another bite.



   "Damn!" Wendy feigned anger.  "You bitch!  You never give me any of your
chocolate!"



   Bobbie could see her sister was kidding.  Smiling, she broke off a
chunk. "I'll share, sis!" she handed the candy over.  "I guess there are a
couple of benefits in this nightmare, after all."



   Wendy and her mother looked at each other, and tried not to laugh.  "Oh,
there are a few.  I'm sure you'll find others before I can change you
back."



   Bobbie was in for another surprise after they had a nice light lunch. 
Alyssa smiled at Bobbie's dismayed look.  "Let me guess, sweetheart.  None
of your clothes fit now, do they?"



   "Uh, no mom, nothing fits but my stupid robe!" Her face grew warm. 
"Could you get me something?  I think a few sets of sweats would do.  Extra
large shirts and baggy pants with draw string waists should do the trick.
Um, maybe make them double extra large sweat shirts." She smiled bashfully
and glanced down at her chest.  "Maybe triple!  The biggest baggiest ones
you can find!"



   Alyssa looked Bobbie over.  "Stand up, honey." When she did, Alyssa
walked around the embarrassed girl, studying her carefully.  "What do you
think, Wendy, about the same?"



   "She has us both beat in the bust, but I'd say otherwise it's a close
call.  It's a good thing she's tall enough to carry off the Shay curse!"



   "What are you guys talking about?" the girl in question shouted as her
mother grabbed her hand and began pulling her along.



   "No need for any boring old sweat clothes!" Alyssa dragged Bobbie into
her bedroom.  "I have a few nice things I can lend you right here!"



   "No, sweat clothes will be fine!" Bobbie squeaked as her mother pulled
open a drawer and began pulling out bras in many different pretty colors.
"You can't be serious!"



   "Ah ha!  Here it is!" Alyssa proudly held up a lacy snow white garment.
"I wore this after I had you, Bobbie dear.  My breasts get quite a bit
larger when they fill with milk.  It's a nursing bra, but I think 34F
should fit you just fine."



   The women soon had a protesting Bobbie out of her robe.  "Just hold
still, kiddo!" Wendy laughed as she helped their mother get the bra
situated properly.  "Good eye, mom.  I'd say 34F was just right for her!"



   "It's a nursing bra?" Bobbie gasped.  "I don't want that!  I'll do
without!"



   "Oh honey, you can't do without!" Alyssa sighed.  "Girls as well
equipped as we are need support to avoid sagging.  They ride so high and
proud now.  You don't want them to be down around your knees when you're
older, do you?"



   Wendy laughed.  "She's so, uh, perky, because it happened so fast!  Her
breasts were fully formed before they ever really experienced gravity.  You
need a bra kiddo if you want to keep `em that way!"



   "I don't plan on keeping `em!"



   "Don't worry about it being a nursing bra, kiddo." Wendy unhooked a
strap, and pulled one cup down.  "See?  It's just designed for easier
access, that's all." She tried to keep the grin off of her face.  "Mom, do
you still have any of the pads?  This isn't going to do much to hide those
big nipples without them."



   "Sorry honey.  I didn't save them." Alyssa went back and hunted up
another little something for Bobbie.  "These panties should be a good fit."



   Bobbie took the sheer little garment and blushed.  "You want me to wear
these?  They're almost transparent!"



   "Bobbie!" Wendy, hands on hips, glared at the protesting girl.  "You
were perfectly willing to wear mine last night!  What's wrong?  Is black
your signature color or something?"



   Eyes opened wide, but mouth kept firmly shut, Bobbie hurried to slip her
legs through the little white garment.  "Um, it, it is more comfortable
then my underpants." She whispered as she pulled them up over her curves.
"Those cut in and felt really awful!"



   "Good!" her mother turned to the walk in closet.  "I have something nice
for you here.  I think you'll like it." She returned in a moment with a
transparent plastic garment bag.  Inside was a black dress with tiny white
polka-dots.  This dress is vintage 1950's.  I found it at a thrift store a
while ago, and never had an occasion to wear it yet.  I want you to have
it, Bobbie."



   "Oh God, why would I want that?" she saw the disappointment in her
mother's eyes and sighed.  "I give up!  I'll try it on, but I wouldn't be
caught dead wearing it out in public!"



   "Arms up, kiddo.  Reach for the sky!" Wendy helped slip the polyester
garment over Bobbie's head.  The A-line skirt came down just past the
knees. She zipped it up the back, and gazed approvingly at the blushing
girl.  "Now give us a spin!" Bobbie did as ordered.  The skirt twirled out
very nicely!  "I like it!  The fabric has just the right stretch to make a
perfect fit over the bust, too.  The white buttons down the bodice and the
white sleeve and collar trim are such cute and sexy touches, too."



   Alyssa nodded.  "Aren't they?  I like the gather at the waist.  It
really flatters your figure and shows off the curves.  The Peter Pan collar
goes so well with your hair, honey.  Who cut it for you, anyway?  You look
lovely!"



   Bobbie looked in the mirror and was once again blushing.  She looked
like she stepped out of some old movie.  "I, I cut it myself.  I'm going to
buzz it down to a crew cut as soon as I get back upstairs!"



   "Oh no you're not!" Alyssa said firmly.  "You keep it styled like that
until Wendy changes you back!  If you don't, I won't let you have any more
chocolate!"



   "I think I'm going insane!" the young woman closed her eyes and counted
to ten.  Ten yummy Hershey kisses!  "Okay already!  I promise I won't
change my hair!  Happy now?"



   "Very!" A phone rang, and Alyssa spoke into the slender watch on her
wrist.  "Yes?  This is she.  Oh!" Her eyes lit up.  "Why Richard, I wasn't
expecting you to call until tomorrow!"



   Wendy leaned towards Bobbie and softly purred.  "Look out; I think the
cougar is on the prowl!"



   "Cut it out!  No!  Not you Richard!  My daughter is being a pest!"



   Bobbie couldn't help giggling.  "You're right, sis, she's laying it on
with the MILF again too!" she whispered softly.  "God help any poor man she
gets her claws into!"



   Alyssa cut the connection and smiled sweetly.  "I'll be going out in a
bit." She looked concerned.  "Honey, will you be okay?  I'll stay home with
you if you like."



   "Get real!" Bobbie looked away from the sexy woman in the mirror and
grinned bashfully.  "I'm over the shock now.  I'm not about to do anything
stupid before Wendy gets a chance to undo the damages!"



   "That's good to hear!" Wendy was relieved; she and Lance hadn't slept
together in nearly two weeks.  That's the prime reason she had decided to
close her lab for the weekend.  "Remember, I'm going out too."



   "Probably for the same reason mom is!" She took her sister's and
mother's hands into her own.  "I'm fine.  Honest.  You two go out and have
a great time." She giggled.  "Somebody remember to bring me back some good
chocolate though!"



   Finally alone in the house, Bobbie had time to think.  "Dammit, this is
just so unfair!" she sighed.  "If sis can't fix me in time, how will I be
able to go to the anime convention?" Everything had been planned for
months. Bobbie and Alan both had big plans of `scoring' with some hot anime
fan-girls!  They even managed to get a suite reserved for their hopefully
eventful weekend.  "Shit!  This couldn't have happened at a worse time!"



   She had to talk to Alan about it, but some simple precautions needed to
be taken first.  Bobbie retrieved the Mindscape tablet from her bedroom. 
Her slender fingers flew over the virtual keyboard.  "I don't have time to
mess with the image, but bringing the audio down a couple of octaves and
adjusting the pitch should be enough." She slipped the small ear-bug
transceiver into her ear canal.  "Testing-testing, how now, brown cow!"
Bobbie played it back a few times, smiling when she managed to bring her
girly voice back to more familiar deeper tones.  It was a simple matter to
bypass the default microphones and route the augmented audio stream back
through the phone function of the big screen.



   "Now for the image." It was crude, but a very effective solution to her
problem.  Running to the kitchen to get what she needed, Bobbie returned,
pulling a chair over to the monitor wall.  Standing on the chair, she
managed to slip the large `chip-clip' over the narrow frame of the video
monitor to cover the camera lenses.  "He won't suspect a thing now!" she
laughed, dragging the chair back to the dining room.  "I'll just tell him
Wendy needed the cameras for some project or other.  It wouldn't be the
first time!"



   "Wall, dial Alan." She stated clearly.  The call initiated.



   "Hello?" Bob, is that you?  You're not sending an image."



   "Yeah, it's me." She couldn't help smiling.  It just made her feel
better to see the life size image of her best friend.  "Mom and sis both
went out."



   "You want me to come over?"



   "No!  I, I mean, no, that's okay.  I'm grounded, and was warned I had
better stick to the rules."



   "Too bad." Alan suddenly frowned.  "What about the convention?  When are
you getting off the hook?  It's only two weeks away."



   Bobbie sighed, and fiddled with a button on her dress.  "That's what I
wanted to talk to you about.  I don't know if I can go or not." Even though
Alan couldn't see her, she felt very self conscience talking to her friend
while wearing a pretty dress.  Fumbling a bit, she managed to unzip it and
pull the garment up over her head.  She draped it over the back of the
sofa, and sat down.  "There's a real chance I'll have to skip it this
year."



   "Dude!  I was counting on you!  You're my wing man!" Alan ran his hands
through his short cropped red hair.  "You have to do whatever it takes to
get Wendy to forgive you!"



   Unnoticed by Bobbie, the clip slowly began to shift on the smooth
rounded frame to the wall mounted display screen.  "I'll try." She sighed
"Things may be up to chance though." Chance was right.  With a soft little
snap, the clip suddenly popped off, and managed to balance itself
precariously on top of the frame, no longer blocking the lenses.  If it had
fallen to the floor, Bobbie surely would have noticed the click of it
hitting the hard wood floor.



   Alan looked startled.  "What the hell?"



   "What's wrong?" Bobbie leaned back, stretching luxuriously.  The cool
leather of the sofa felt nice against her skin.  She wriggled and sighed
contentedly as she pulled her legs up under her.  Wow!  She seemed to be
much more limber and flexible.  She sat in her bra and panties, legs tucked
comfortably under her, and wondered why Alan looked so strange all of the
sudden.  "Are you okay?  You look like you've seen a ghost or something."



   "I, I'm fine." He gasped.  "H-How are you doing?  Any, any side
effects?"



   Bobbie cupped her breasts and blushed.  "Um, just a few.  Nothing
serious." She began fiddling with one of the straps of the nursing bra. 
She pulled the left cup down and shook her head at how stupidly large her
nipple looked.  "No, I'm fine.  I'll be back to my old self before you know
it."



   Alan gasped.  "Did you, uh, pick up any super powers?" he asked huskily.



   "What the hell are you talking about?" She pulled the cup back up and
fastened the strap.  She stood up, and gave her panties a slight
adjustment. "Why the hell would I have super powers?"



   "I don't know." He suddenly gave her one of his patented lecherous
looks. "There must be some kind of power, because you managed to make
something soft turn really hard!"



   "What the hell are you talking about?" she glanced up, and saw the clip
balanced up on top of the frame.  The lenses glinted at her mockingly, as
her heart seemed to turn upside down!  "Hang up!" she screamed.  "Cut the
link!" The screen went blank.  Bobbie choked back a sob as she just stared
at the stupid plastic device that had betrayed her.



   "Oh my God!  Alan saw me!  Oh fucking Hell!  Now he knows!" she grabbed
up the dress and slithered back into it.  This time she welcomed wearing
the vintage garment!  She'd welcome anything that covered her skin!  "Oh
holy shit!  Alan saw me like this!" her face went red.  "I'll tell him that
Bobbie made me dress up like that as punishment!  No!  What am I thinking?
I, I flashed a tit at him in glorious 3D!  There's no way he'd believe he
only saw foam padding!"



   Bobbie felt like running off in all directions at once.  In the end, she
just stood in the living room and trembled.  In less then five minutes,
there was an insistent knocking on the door.  "Open up Bob!" Alan pounded
again.  "Come on!  You gotta let me in after what you just showed me!  Be a
friend!  Let me in and tell me what's going on!"



   "Okay!  I'll open the door on one condition!" Bobbie gulped nervously.
She well knew her friend's taste in girls.  After all, they had shared many
a porno file back and forth.  She now possessed a couple things he'd be
just dying to fondle!  "You are not to touch me in any way!  If you lay as
much as one finger on me, I'll beat the living snot out of you!  Got it?"



   "Oh wow!  Bob, you're voice changed too?  Damn, you sound sexy!"



   Bobbie clapped her hands to her head in exasperation.  "Of course my
voice also changed!  My stupid larynx and vocal chords shrunk!  I had to
augment the audio feed to bring my voice back down to normal!  Now answer
me!  Do you accept my condition?"



   "What kind of sicko do you think I am?" Alan sounded hurt.  "Why would I
touch another guy?"



   She took a deep breath and opened the door.  "Remember; keep your hands
to yourself!"



   Alan stepped in and eyed his friend.  A low whistle escaped his lips. 
He stared at Bobbie's face, noting the subtitle differences that had made a
good looking guy into a very pretty woman.  It didn't take long for his
eyes to drop a few inches though.  "Well, one thing is perfectly clear."



   Bobbie's guard went up.  "What's that?" She asked through clenched
teeth.



   "There's no mistaking it.  You're a mammal." He grinned.  "Nice dress,
by the way."



   Opening her mouth to protest, Bobbie suddenly found herself laughing. 
"Shut up, asshole!  This is mom's dress.  Nothing of mine fits any more!"



   "So what on Earth happened?"



   Bobbie explained about the secondary DNA source confusing the system and
rewriting her genetic code.  "I'm just glad I didn't wake up with a fly
head or something." she sighed.  "According to Wendy and her doctor
boyfriend, I'm absolutely perfectly healthy.  I'm just a perfectly healthy
girl."



   `I told you I should have sniffed the panties first!  I would have
noticed Wendy's pubic hair and kept it for myself!" The young man suddenly
looked queasy for a moment.  "Wait a minute.  I, I guess that means you,
uh, can't write your name in the snow any more."



   Bobbie thought she had adjusted to the situation, but tears filled her
eyes anyway at the mention of that most personal loss.  She didn't even pay
any attention to Alan's crude hair comment!  "It's all gone!" she gasped.
"Sis will fix it though!" she shouted.  "I'll get my junk back!  She said
it would just take some time to do it safely!"



   "I'm sorry, Bob." Alan didn't know what to do.  He had never seen his
friend cry before.  "I'm sure Wendy will do it.  She can do anything!"



   "Don't mind me." Bobbie smiled nervously while wiping her eyes.  "It
must be a hormonal thing.  I keep crying ever since I woke up today."



   Alan tried mightily to keep from staring at his best friend's huge rack.
"What's the problem about going to the convention though, Bob?" He smiled.
"You'd be a hit if you go in cosplay." He warmed to the subject.  "Hell,
I'd bet girls would be really into me if they see me hanging around with a
smokin' hot chick!  Yeah, this can work out!  I bet I get plenty of the ol'
`steal him away from the girlfriend' action going on!"



   Her eyes opened wide.  Smokin' hot?  Part of her was infuriated, but her
face felt warm, and her heart did a funny little fluttery jump in her
chest. She tried to clear her mind.  "Me, in cosplay?  You just may have
something there." She gathered her courage.  "Come on.  I need some
clothes, and I really have to get used to being seen in public if I want to
go to the Con.  You're taking me to the mall.  Just let me find a pair of
shoes that feel comfortable, and we can get rolling."



   Once again the duo was seated in the little pink Smart car.  This time
Alan was driving.  He couldn't help a little grin At Bob's obvious
embarrassment.  "I said I believe you." He assured once again.  "I
understand that the arch would feel wrong in all your own shoes.  It's
just, why did you pick those?"



   Blushing prettily, Bobbie glance down at her feet.  "The only sneakers I
could find in Sis's closet were all worn and dirty looking.  I'm not sure,
but I think the red heels I swiped from her last night were incinerated at
the hospital.  At least she had some socks I could borrow for tonight.  I
found the shoes in mom's closet.  I think she may have bought them to go
with this dress.  They were brand new and still in the box." She gave a
little nervous giggle.  "They're called Mary Jane pumps, and they fit
perfectly.  They really are pretty comfortable, too."



   Alan didn't dare admit he thought the gleaming black shoes looked kinda
sexy on his friend's feet over those little white ankle socks with the
rolled down cuffs.  "Uh, that's what's important, I guess." He tried not
to, but the words just tumbled out.  "But what about the purse?"



   Bobbie gripped the little black bag tighter.  "I only grabbed it because
this stupid dress doesn't have any pockets!  I needed something to carry my
net-watch, keys and money in.  Thank God my ATM card doesn't have my
picture on it!" she sighed "I couldn't wear the watch; It would look too
anachronistic with the dress.  Besides, the purse matches the shoes
perfectly!  I think mom must have meant this to be a complete outfit."



   Alan laughed.  "Does the carpet match the drapes?" He regretted it in an
instant when he found out his friend still knew how to throw a punch!  He
pulled the car into a parking place and rubbed his sore shoulder.  "Sorry!
I was just trying to be myself here!"



   Bobbie threw open the car door and stormed towards the mall entrance. 
She would have thought Alan's comment funny at any other time.  Now it hit
just a little too close for comfort!  She felt herself blushing again. 
What would he think if he knew she didn't have any `carpet' due to her
depilatory treatment for the swim team?  For some reason the transformation
hadn't made any of the removed pubic hair grow back.  Not only was all the
once proud male equipment missing, she was also still bald as an egg down
there!



   "Look, I said I was sorry!" Alan caught up just in time to hold the door
for Bobbie.  "I know you're going through a lot, but this is weird for me
too!"



   "Oh, okay." She gave him a crooked smile.  "Let's just blame it on
hormones and forget it."



   "Who's, yours or mine?" She shot him a warning look.  "Sorry!"



   They walked through the mall and Bobbie noticed something right away. 
Every male eye seemed to be glued on her!  She did her best to ignore it
and stare straight ahead, but there was no doubting it.  "Everyone is
staring!" she hissed, as one guy even turned around to walk backwards on
the escalator just to keep her passing form in view for a few precious
seconds longer.  No, it wasn't just the guys.  If a girl was with their
boyfriend or husband, Bobbie could sense their icy displeasure when that
guy ignored them to stare as she walked by.  "Damn!  Mom and sis have to
put up with this all the time?  It's no wonder sis hired Mr.  Michaels for
her night security." she whispered to Alan when yet another guy locked his
eyes onto her `charms'.  She stopped and spun around when she noticed he
was no longer at her side.  "Oh God, you too?"



   Alan took longer to notice the attention on his friend, as he kept
sneaking peeks at Bobbie's unexpectedly delightful protuberances himself.
It made him feel ten feet tall to be seen walking with such a fantastic
girl, even if it was only Bob!  He had even held back a little, dropping
behind so he could, well, watch Bobbie's behind.  Was it intentional, or
was it the rewritten DNA that gave his buddy's ass such a mesmerizing
wiggle?  He almost walked right into her when she suddenly faced him.  "Um,
it's the dress." He said quickly, fighting down his embarrassment over
being caught checking out his best friend's ass.  "I hate to say it, but
you look really good in it!  Every guy that sees you thinks so too!"



   "Yeah, I bet." She sighed.  "Please try not to trip over your tongue
while we're here, okay?"



   Bobbie decided to start from the bottom outward.  It took some little
effort of will to calmly walk into Victoria's Secret and begin to browse
around.  In a few moments she hit a snag while looking through the bras. 
"Where are they?" she whispered angrily.  She found a saleswoman and
received an embarrassing shock.



   "I'm sorry, Miss." The woman had said with a synthetic smile on her
face. "We rarely have any call to stock items in your cup size.  We can
special order something if you like."



   "What good does that do me now?" she lowered her voice.  "I, um, uh, I
mean, the airline lost all my luggage.  I'm wearing everything I own!"



   The woman's grin grew.  "You might want to try the maternity store on
the lower level.  They may have a few plus size items in stock."



   She tried hard to hold her temper, but the woman's smug look really
burned Bobbie up!  Her eyes closed to slits a she eyed the rail thin
woman's almost nonexistent assets.  "You're so lucky not to have this
problem.  It must be nice not to need a bra." Bobbie smiled innocently when
the woman's condescending smirk instantly vanished to be replaced by a
hostile glare.  "Thanks for the advice though Olive Oyl!"



   "Holy shit!" Alan gasped as the left the store.  "Me-ow!  Bob, I thought
you were going to start a cat-fight!"



   "Oh shut up!" a vicious little smile flitted briefly across her lips. 
"That bitch deserved it!  Guys shouldn't hit girls, but I seem to have
changed teams.  I should have decked her for trying to make it sound like I
was fat!" she placed a hand on her trim flat stomach.  "It's only the top
and the bottom that grew!  All the hours I spend swimming laps keep me in
great shape!"



   Alan made a strange gasping sound.  "Um, yeah.  Anyone can see that."
Anyone could!  He began trying to concentrate on baseball.  It was
beginning to get really uncomfortable walking around with Bob giving him a
serious boner!



   Thankfully, the woman in the maternity shop was much nicer.  Maybe a
little too nice.  "What a darling dress.  It looks lovely on you!" her
smile was genuinely warm and friendly.  "When are you due, dear?"



   Once again Bobbie felt her face grow warm.  "Uh, thanks!  Um, due, Me?
Oh no!  No due dates here!" she protested "I, um, I'm just having a bit of
trouble finding things in, um, my size." Her voice dropped to a
conspiratorial whisper.  "I'm a 34F and I need something right away!" she
gave the same lame lost luggage story.



   "Then this is your lucky day!  I'm having a clearance sale on special
order items that were never picked up.  I think I may have a few things
you'll like back in the store room."



   Bobbie waited while the woman went to check.  She watched for a moment
as Alan slowly inched his way back towards the exit into the mall.  "Where
do you think you're going?" she called impatiently.  Hands on hips, she
went on.  "It's all your fault I'm in this mess!  The least you can do is
stay with me while I get a few things I can be comfortable in!"



   Of course she meant it was Alan's fault for not switching in the
bio-filter, or clearing the image buffer.  People passing by had no way of
knowing this though.  All they knew was that an exceptionally sexy young
woman was shouting at her boyfriend and blaming him for her need to buy
maternity clothing.  Several men looked at Alan with obvious envy burning
in their eyes.  Alan silently thanked God that nobody he knew was passing.
"Quit it!" he hissed.  "You're making a scene!"



   "Well, just keep me company!  This is embarrassing!"



   "You're telling me!"



   The saleswoman returned.  "I was right.  Mostly what I have is nursing
bras, but I do have several very pretty under-wire support bras in 34F."



   "I'll take'em!"



   "Wouldn't you like to try them on first?"



   "I can?  Uh, I mean, of course!" Nervously, she handed Alan her purse.
"Hold this, okay?  I won't be long."



   Alan felt kinda awkward standing in a maternity clothing store while
trying to hold a purse in the most masculine way he could manage.  It made
him feel better to see that he wasn't the only guy in this situation.  He
tried his best to keep from dwelling on one simple fact.  To try on a bra,
Bob would have to remove what he, uh, she was wearing!  His friend would be
wearing nothing but panties back there!  He started defensively holding the
purse directly in front of his straining jeans.  Bob's sense of time must
have also been altered when he went through the machine.  It seemed like an
eternity before he saw his friend return from the fitting rooms.



   "I'll take these." Bobbie smiled shyly.  The four garments she had
picked were rather sexier then the nursing bra she was currently wearing.



   The saleswoman started ringing up the order.  "Two Panache SuperBras, in
black and nude." She went on with the next ones.  "Oh, these Tatiana's are
very pretty in the red and emerald green." She finished ringing them all
up. "I do have the matching lace boy-leg briefs for the Tatiana's." she
gazed at Bobbie's firm bottom.  "I think they'll fit you perfectly!  You'll
look stunning, dear!"



   Bobbie blushed.  "Um, I was just going to steal my mom's panties, but,
uh, okay!"



   "That will be one hundred and twenty-three dollars."



   Bobbie's mouth dropped open.  She had just bought a six pack of good old
Hanes tightie-whities last week at Smarty-Mart for ten bucks!  "One hundred
and twenty three?" she asked softly.



   "Oh, I'm sorry!  I forgot to take off the clearance discount." She waved
her hand over the virtual keyboard.  "Twenty-five percent off makes it
ninety-two dollars and twenty five cents."



   "I don't think I have quite enough in my account." She said hesitantly.
"Maybe, maybe I'll just get one bra.  Which one is the cheapest?"



   Alan heard the exchange and saw red.  No, he wasn't angry.  He saw the
sexy red lace and something went `sizzle' deep in his brain, or maybe it
was an organ a bit lower on his anatomy.  "I got it!" he announced, while
digging wallet out of hip pocket.  "I'll pay!"



   "You will?" Bobbie was stunned.  Alan was a serious cheapskate!  She
couldn't remember how many times he had bummed cash to buy a burger or
something in the time she had known him.  "Uh, thanks Alan.  I appreciate
it."



   They walked back out into the mall, with Alan carrying the bag
emblazoned `Motherhood Maternity" and feeling oddly proud any time someone
glanced at it.  "Let's go get something to eat." He said hopefully as they
passed the food court.



   "Not yet!  I need to see about getting jeans that fit."



   Alan sighed and followed along.  He waited as Bobbie tried on pair after
pair, and thoughts of his empty stomach actually helped ease the raging
problem within the confines of his own snug fitting pants.



   This was much less embarrassing.  Bobbie didn't even have to take off
her dress.  Still, she didn't know much about female sizes and stuff, and
went through a lot of trial and error before finding something that even
remotely felt comfortable.  "These don't look too tight, do they?" she
asked as she stepped out of the fitting room.



   Alan gulped as Bob lifted the hem of the dress, pulling it up high
enough to expose the waist of the low rider jeans, and quite a bit of
slender tummy, too.  The room felt awfully hot as he gazed at what had to
be the cutest belly button he had ever seen.  "Uh, I, I guess they're
okay."



   "I know my hips are wide enough to prevent it, but I can't help thinking
they're going to slip down and show my butt-crack.  I can't find any that
feel better though.  I hope a belt will help."



   Bobbie turned around and displayed how lovingly and snugly the denim
hugged the curves of her bottom, not realizing she was letting everyone
also see a tantalizing bit of her snow white panties in the bargain.  "What
do you think?  Should I get them?"



   Alan nodded dumbly, and was shocked to hear several of his fellow purse
clutching fraternity shout out in unison "YES!"



   With that decided, Bobbie turned towards attempting to pick out a couple
tee shirts.  They had a few with Anime related pictures, and she stuck with
those.  With a sigh, she finally picked one.  It fit her rather snugly
across her chest, but it was probably the best she could do on such short
notice.  Besides, it featured her all time favorite anime!  She stepped
back out to ask the sale's girl's opinion.



   When he saw Bobbie wearing the "Battling Princess Rio" tee shirt the
room really did feel warmer.  It fit her damn close to skin tight across
the breasts, making the title logo nearly leap out at you!  Still, there
was enough `stretch' to the material to let it cling favorably and display
her slender waist.  There was a gap of nearly three inches between the
bottom of the shirt, and the top of those wicked jeans she was still
wearing.  It was a retro look making its way back into female fashion from
nearly twenty years ago, much to Alan's approval.  There was no choice!  He
couldn't hold back!  Heart pounding, he whipped it out!  Once again he
pulled his wallet out and paid for Bobbie's selections.



   "This should do until Wendy can change me back." Bobbie smiled at Alan
over her iced coffee.  Coffee laced with delectable chocolate!  "You didn't
have to pay for everything, but thanks a whole lot!  How was I to know
girl's clothes cost so much more then guys?  I just don't want to spend the
next few weeks only able to wear mom's dresses."



   "No problem." Alan muttered, while contemplating dumping his ice cold
cola onto his lap in an effort to ease his tensions.  "You, uh, you'd do
the same for me."



   She grabbed his hand and shook it across the table.  "You're a good
friend, Alan.  Thanks!" She looked startled and quickly released his hand.
Had Alan also felt that strange but pleasing almost electrical jolt?  She
absentmindedly fiddled with one of the tiny decorative buttons on the front
of her dress, but let her hand drop when she saw Alan's eyes closely
watching.  "Um, I'm up here." She reminded with a heavy sigh.



   Alan shook his head.  "I'm trying!" he smiled.  "You can't really blame
me though.  Blame Wendy for making you so damn hot!"



   Shit!  Once again a burst of warmth filled her when Alan said she was
hot.  Why the hell was she enjoying the idea that he thought she looked
good?  "Let's get out of here." She announced.  "I want to raid Wendy's
closet again before she comes home.  I bet I can get a couple more things
that I can wear.  Maybe even a sweater or something at least."



   Alan couldn't help it when images of Bob wearing a skin tight sweater
over those wonderful twin peaks filtered through his fevered mind.  That
was something he'd pay serious money to see.  He thought of his depleted
wallet and sighed.  Wait a minute!  Perhaps he already did!  A grin slowly
spread over his face.  "Okay, let's get go!"



   Bobbie was quiet most of the ride home.  "Alan?" she finally whispered,
breaking the silence.  "I'm just going to tell mom and sis that I went to
the mall by myself." She blushed.  "They might misunderstand and, um" she
gulped "think we went out on a date or something."



   He gripped the steering wheel tighter.  Was this a date?  He had hung
out with Bob since they were both five years old.  Today had felt totally
different!  Did he and Bob just have their very first date?  It had
certainly felt like one.  "Yeah, alright." He said gruffly as he pulled
into the Shay family driveway.  "I won't say a word."



   They entered the house, Alan carrying the clothes he had purchased.  It
was now or never, before he lost his nerve!  "Listen, Bob.  Um, since I
paid for everything, how about modeling for me, just so I can see if it
looks right on you."



   "You saw me in the tee shirt and jeans." She reminded, as she looked
through the bags.  "Quit talking crazy!"



   Alan grasped the nettle tightly.  "I didn't see you as `The Woman in
Red"!"



   She gasped.  "And you're not going to!"



   "Come on Bob!  I just want a quick peek!" he sighed dramatically and
played his trump card.  "I'm broke now!  I just want a tiny little glimpse
so I know exactly what I paid for!  If it was me, I'd let you see!"



   Her heart pounded.  Bobbie felt her face flush, and opened her mouth to
really let Alan have it!  "Just for a second." She ended up whispering. 
Some tiny part of her wanted Alan to see!  "I'll let you see me in the red
underwear for approximately one second!  Then I'm getting right back into
this damn dress!  Understand me?"



   Alan sat on the sofa, and slipped his hands under his butt.  "I won't
move a muscle!  I promise!"



   She didn't trust herself to speak.  Bobbie gathered up her bags and
nearly flew up the stairs!  "It has to be hormones or something!" she
muttered while slithering out of the dress.  Why else would I want him to
see me parading around in girly underwear?" She pulled off the cute little
shoes and slipped the socks off of her feet.



   "We'll probably laugh about this after Wendy changes me back!" She slid
the white panties down her shapely legs and replaced them with the lacy
boy-leg red panties.  "Hey, these aren't bad!" she said in surprise.  They
fit better then tighty-whities, anyway!" Practice in the dressing room made
her able to swiftly shrug out of the nursing bra.  Once into the racy red
one, she couldn't help glancing at herself in the mirror.  A flush of
warmth spread once again between her legs.  "Oh hell.  I'm sexy!  Maybe I
better not go downstairs!" Taking a deep breath, she ignored her own good
advice.



   Alan waited impatiently for his private underwear model show.  He sat up
straighter when he saw Bob's feet slowly coming down the stairs.  More and
more of her became visible, until he gasped when he saw the red panties. 
"Alan, don't you dare laugh!" she cautioned softly as she continued to
slowly advance.  There was no way he was going to laugh.  Alan found he
could barely breathe!



   Bobbie finally stood before him in the living room.  "What do you
think?" she breathed a she slowly turned.  "Was it worth the money?"



   "Oh hell yeah!" he answered with more feeling then he had meant to.  "I,
I mean, uh, you look great!" he fidgeted on the sofa, suddenly wishing he
wasn't confined by snugly fitting denim.  "Um, what I should say is, oh
shit!  Bob, I think you're hotter then Wendy!  You should be in Playboy!"



   Hotter then Wendy?  Bobbie knew that Alan nearly worshiped the ground
his sister walked on.  He knew it wasn't in the cards, but often and
graphically admitted his dreams of having Wendy all to himself.  Now he was
saying she was hotter?  Bobbie thought she should be mad, but only felt a
burning feeling of pride!  `Okay, that's long enough." She said primly,
trying not to notice the big lump straining in Alan's lap.  "Do, uh, do you
want to see the green now?"



   "Red's my favorite color!" Alan blushed.  "Bob, um, I'm sorry, but, I, I
think I better go into the bathroom for a couple of minutes."



   Oh God, oh God, oh God!  Bobbie nearly fainted.  Alan had just almost
come right out and said he wanted to `rub one off'!  She was affecting him
that strongly?  A strange feeling washed over her.  A feeling of power! 
Bobbie used many nights of viewing porn and naked pictures to strike what
she thought was a sexy pose.  She nailed it!  Shifting one leg slightly,
she put a hand on her hip.  The other she raised towards her face. 
"Really?" she asked innocently, while placing the tip of her thumb against
her lips, and gently extending her tongue to lick it.



   Alan moaned.  "Yeah, um, unless you want me to, uh, stay here?"



   Her mind was spinning.  This was just so wrong, but for some reason she
was enjoying Alan's obvious distress at having an erection over her.  She
shook her head.  "You can open your pants if you want, but remember.  You
aren't allowed to touch me!  Another thing.  Once I change back to normal,
we will never mention this, ever!  Understand?  It never happened!"



   He just nodded as he scrambled to open his belt and unbutton his fly. 
"Got it!  No touching, no talking!  I'll just think of it as a dream
sequence!" he let out a little whimper.  "Can I at least touch myself?"



   Leather sofa and hardwood floor meant no worry about stains.  Bobbie
giggled.  "Only if you swear to clean up afterward!  I don't want to touch
another guy's gunk!"



   Alan placed a hand on his heart.  "I swear it!  I'll clean up!"



   Her breasts rose as she took a deep breath.  "You, um, you can take your
pants completely off if you like." She whispered.



   He stood and frantically kicked off his shoes.  Hopping on one foot,
Alan struggled out of his jeans and boxers.  "I'm hard as a rock." He
gasped as he sat back down, wearing nothing but a shirt and a smile.



   Bobbie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.  "Shit!  Alan, you're
bigger then I am, um, was." She stared at his quivering penis.  It looked
to be at least a full foot long!  "If you didn't act like such a dork all
the time, you wouldn't be able to keep the girls off of it!"



   "Hey!  Who the hell are you calling a dork?" She hadn't intended it to,
but the remark angered him.  "I never saw you running around with any hot
girls!"



   "Um, I'm sorry!" Bobbie didn't want to get Alan upset with her.  She
needed a friend if she was going to get through this!  That's why she hit
upon a drastic way to make him forget her catty comment.  Slowly, while
watching his face carefully, Bobbie shrugged out of her brand new bra.



   Alan's cock gave a jerk, and a drop of shimmering fluid dripped to
splatter on the hard wood floor.  His anger vanished like a soap bubble! 
"Oh Bob!" he gasped, while his eyes feasted on the glorious vision of
feminine beauty his childhood buddy had become!  "Please?  Bob, c-can you
take off the panties?" He shoved his hands back under his butt.  "See?  I'm
following the rules!"



   "Um, well, okay.  But just for a second!" Slipping her thumbs under the
elastic of the waist, she slowly eased them down her legs.  "What do you
think?" she asked coyly, when she let the panties drop to her ankles.



   He let out a moan.  "Oh God, no hair!" He gulped.  "I love that!  You
know I love pictures of bald beavers!  Bob, don't take this the wrong way,
but, you, you're gorgeous!  I'm sorry, but you have about the sexiest body
I have ever seen anywhere, even on the net!" His breathing was getting a
little ragged.  "Please?  Can't I just touch your breasts?  You can kill me
if I try anything else!  Just for the sake of our friendship, please let me
feel them!"



   She was blushing from head to toe.  "Swear it!" she gasped.  "Swear to
me right now that you will only touch my, my b-breasts, and nothing else?"



   "I swear!" he breathed.  "I swear to God I won't try anything!"



   Bobbie gracefully sank to the floor and clutched the panties around her
ankles.  She slowly stood and pulled them back up.  She was beginning to
think of the light lacy garment as a force field.  She had to keep it in
place between her and that huge cock at all costs, even though she felt as
if the penis was drawing her near with some magnetic energy of its own! 
"Okay!  I, I'll let you do something, but it won't be sex!  You will not
fuck me!  I'm still a guy, so I can't ever let anyone do that!  I'm staying
a virgin until I turn back into a dude, understand?"



   Alan nodded vigorously.  "You know you can trust me!  I'll do anything
you say!"



   `Wait here!" she ran to the kitchen, and returned with something wrapped
in a dish towel.  "Grab your shoes and pants.  Mom and sis won't be home
until late, but I don't want the slightest risk of being caught!  We have
to go upstairs!" Alan leapt to his feet and followed his best friend, penis
bouncing with each step as they hastened up the stairs.



   Bobbie tore the sheets from her bed and wrapped one around her waist. 
"Below this sheet is off limits!  You will not even try to get at my, uh,
my p-pussy!" She unwrapped the towel from the mysterious object and handed
it to him.  "Use this!" she said as she climbed onto the bare mattress. 
Smiling up at him, she made herself comfortable.  "Go ahead.  You said you
wanted to touch.  Massage that on `em!"



   Alan looked at the bottle in his hand.  "Bertolli Extra Virgin Olive
Oil?" he couldn't help a grin.  "That will make them awfully slippery!"



   She blushed.  "That's the idea, stupid!"



   "I want to touch them before I slop them up!" He put down the bottle. 
Gently, he placed both hands against her heaving breasts.  "Oh God, they're
perfect!"



   Bobbie moaned when he gingerly began to knead the flesh beneath his
fingers.  All sorts of confusing signals raced through her mind.  Was this
right?  Why was she letting her best friend feel her up like this?  Did it
count as being gay?  Would he really do the same for her if the situation
was reversed?  What would happen to their friendship when she returned to
normal?  None of these random thoughts prevented her from enjoying his
gentle touch.  She let out a little squeal when he tweaked her engorged
nipples.



   "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.



   ""No, just be gentle with them, okay?  They're really sensitive!"



   Alan had such a happy dopy look on his face as he once again tweaked
those wonderful nipples.  Bobbie thought he looked like a little kid on
Christmas morning, playing with the toys he had longed for all year.  "I
gotta try!" he whispered huskily.  Picking up the Bertolli bottle, he
snapped the seal and twisted off the cap.  The fluid glistened as he poured
some into the glorious valley between those awesome peaks.



   A shiver ran up and down Bobbie's back as the cool liquid touched her
warm skin.  The two friends just stared at each other for several minutes.
She gave a tiny nod.  "Remember" she whispered as he straddled her torso
with his legs.  "After I turn back, this never happened.  Okay?"



   "Bob, you, you're the best friend I ever had!" Scooting a little
forward, Alan pushed his throbbing erection between the oiled breasts. 
"Damn!" he gasped, as he popped upwards.  He stuffed his cock back into the
heavenly warmth, but once again he escaped the slippery grip.  "Bob, mash
them together!" he begged.  "Please!"



   "I've got you." She breathed cupping her firm orbs and squeezing the
warm flesh together to help trap his cock between.  "How's that?"



   "Good!  It's real fucking good!" Alan rocked forward, his cock gliding
smoothly in the tight greasy channel.



   Alan's eyes were wide with wonder as he threw himself into fucking his
buddy's breasts with wild abandon.  Bobbie felt the heat growing between
her legs.  She was positively soaked down there!  Dammit!  She couldn't do
anything about it now while holding onto her quivering jostling tits! 
Alan's penis was long enough that the head kept peeking out with every
thrust.  Each time it appeared, she would go nearly cross-eyed trying to
stare at it.



   Bobbie had a secret.  It was buried so deep in her mind that she wasn't
even really consciously aware of it.  The master memory core of her tablet
held thousands of blow-job images and movies.  That wasn't a secret.  Alan
shared many the same files with his friend.  The secret was very subtle. 
Sometimes, late at night, a tiny quiet corner of Bobbie's mind would wonder
what it would be like to give a blow-job to a guy, not receive one from a
pretty girl.  Those thoughts came boiling to the surface now that a penis
was mere inches from her face!  It wouldn't be gay now, would it?  This was
like a once in a lifetime opportunity!  If she were to try, would Alan
think she was gay?  The confused young woman craned her neck.  On Alan's
next thrust, the slippery head of his cock bumped full pouting lips!



   Alan froze.  Very slowly, he pulled back.  A silvery string of viscous
fluid stretched from the head of his cock to Bob's lips.  "What are y-you
doing?" he stammered, watching mesmerized as that little string broke.



   "Alan, would you think it wrong?  I, I mean, maybe we could, just this
one time?" she closed her eyes tight and just blurted it out.  "You can put
it in my mouth if you want!" The bed shifted and Alan was no longer astride
her.  Oh God, what had she done?  Now Alan thought she was a homosexual! 
"I'm sorry!" she cried.  "I, I was just kidding!" She opened her eyes,
expecting to see Alan struggling into his pants.  Her fears calmed when she
saw him sitting in her desk chair.



   "Bob, you have to tell me!" His eyes begged.  "Please dear God, tell me
you weren't joking!"



   The obvious need on his face made Bobbie's heart melt.  "Well, if you
really want me to." She tried to compose herself as she sat up.  "This
doesn't count as gay if I'm a girl while I do it!  Nobody would ever think
that, would they?"



   "Oh course not!" Alan shouted.  He was ready to agree with anything, if
it would mean his cock going between those luscious lips!  "You'd have to
be an ass-hole to think that!"



   Bobbie nearly fell as she tried to extract herself from the virginity
protecting safety of the sheet wrapped around her.  She hurried over and
sank gracefully to her knees between Alan's wide spread legs.  She stared
at the glistening penis for a little while, trying to push the nervousness
from her mind.



   "It is big, isn't it?" she whispered as her hand gingerly grasped the
engorged member.  Her hand gave an experimental stroke.  A bead of fluid
emerged to quiver and shimmer at the opening of his pee-slit.  Body
trembling, Bobbie leaned in close.  She gathered the precious drop with the
tip of her tongue.  The flavor of the olive oil coating his penis didn't
prevent her from noticing the zesty salty tang of Alan's emissions.  "It
tastes like mine, um; I mean it tastes kinda good."



   "You've tasted your own stuff?" he asked in shock.  "That's nasty!"



   She glared up at him.  "If it's so nasty, maybe I should stop right
now!"



   "No, wait!" Alan gulped.  "I, I tasted my junk before!  Once I unloaded
into my hand just as my mother came over to my apartment to check up on me.
I licked it off my palm and yanked up my pants so I could open the door!"



   "Good!  So you don't think I'm nasty, right?"



   "Hell no!  Please Bob; you can't change your mind now!"



   She had no intentions of changing her mind!  Leaning forward again, she
opened her mouth and took the head into the "O" formed by her lips.  An
electric thrill of excitement charged through her body.  There was a penis
in her mouth!  Her lips were wrapped around her best friend's dick!  It was
so nasty and disgusting!  It was also so very wonderful!  She flicked her
tongue against the swollen head, and Alan's moan filled her ears.  Very
slowly and carefully, she eased forward.  More and more of the shaft pushed
into her mouth.  Bobbie nearly gagged when the head touched the back of her
throat.  She eased back, and moved her tongue against the underside of the
thick intruder in her mouth.



   Alan thought his mind would explode when Bob went down on him!  He
pushed thoughts of his buddy really being a dude out of his mind, and
enjoyed the fantastic pleasure of having his cock sucked by a pretty girl!
"Oh God, Bob, this feels so good!" he gasped when she began to try moving a
little on his shaft.  `It feels better then I ever dreamed it would!"





   If her mouth wasn't so full, Bobbie would have laughed at Alan's joy
with her oral ministrations.  Hoping he wouldn't notice, she slipped a hand
down the front of her brand new panties.  She moaned around his cock when
her fingers touched her soaked lips.  Bobbie teased herself, fingers
flying, while she did her very best to imitate the blow-jobs she had
watched on the net!



   Alan was in heaven!  He was getting his very first blow-job from the
most beautiful girl he had ever seen!  It somehow didn't matter that this
gorgeous girl used to be a guy!  He groaned.  A blow-job from a girl that
was playing with herself!  Bob was really getting into this!  He lost
control of himself as his orgasm unleashed, and forgot the rule.  He lifted
his hands and touched Bob's head.  No, he didn't just touch!  He put his
hands on the back of her head, and pulled her closer!



   Bobbie made a strange gasping grunt when suddenly Alan forced her to
take his cock into her throat!  Her nose was pressed tight against his firm
stomach muscles!  She panicked when the massive shaft began to throb and
jerk.  He was cumming!  He was cumming right down her throat directly into
her stomach!  She couldn't breathe!  Hand out of her panties, she pushed
against the chair and managed to free herself.  He was nearly finished by
that time.  The last couple of spurts adorned her gasping choking face as
she fought to catch her breath!  `You almost killed me!" she gasped after
swallowing the fluid that had managed to enter her mouth.



   "Oh shit!  Bob, I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to do that!"



   She gave him a rueful grin as her face dripped.  "It's okay.  I'm
alright." Bobbie smiled proudly.  "How was it?"



   Alan grinned.  "It was fantastic!" He didn't know when to leave well
enough alone.  "It was worth all that money I spent on you tonight!"



   "What?" she glared at him.  "How could you say that?  I did this because
we're friends!" Angry tears filled her eyes.  "It wasn't like that at all!
I'm not a prostitute or something!  Was I wearing a sign, "will suck for
clothes"?  No!  I wasn't!  I didn't do this to pay for what I thought was a
favor from my best friend!" she jumped up and ran for the bathroom,
slamming the door behind her.  The click of the lock sounded as loud as a
gunshot.  "Get out!  Go home and make sure you lock the door behind you!"



   Alan stared at the closed bathroom door.  "Oh fucking Hell!  Why did I
have to go and say that?" He tapped on the door.  "Bob, I'm really sorry!
You know I always joke around!  I didn't mean anything by it!" He sighed.
"I'll come back tomorrow, okay?"



   "Don't do me any favors!" Dammit!  Bobbie wiped her eyes, smearing tears
and semen across her face.  `Why did he have to say something so stupid!"
she flung open the door, but the room was empty.  "Good!  I'm glad you
left! See if I care!" she shouted when she heard the front door slam.  This
time Bobbie had no fun in the bathtub.  She took a quick shower, ignoring
the tears mingling with the stream of hot water.



   She knew enough to check the care label before just tossing her new
under things in the wash.  She found two lingerie bags in the laundry room,
and put her new bras and panties in them.  She would have added the nursing
bra, but she put that back on after her shower and wore just it and her
bathrobe.  She had only worn it a couple of hours so it was still fresh
enough to wear.  Even though she was changing back soon, she took her
mother's warning about sagging to heart.



   "At least I'll have something to wear tomorrow." she muttered, while
draping the damp bras and panties on hangers, and then hanging them along
the chain of her bedroom's swag light.  "I should go back to the mall
tomorrow.  He's not the only one that wants to stare at my stupid new body!
That'll sure show Alan!" she gasped.  "What the hell am I saying?  Why the
hell would I want strangers to be looking at me?"



   It was getting late when she was finishing up the laundry.  By force of
habit, she had sorted through things and only did her own clothes.  She
used to feel weird at the idea of touching their intimate apparel.  It
didn't really make a difference now, did it?  Bobbie smiled ruefully.  "At
least my new things are prettier then an old nursing bra and borrowed
panties!"



   Dr.  Lance Robinson pulled up to the house and switched off the power
system of his Dodge Sunflare.  "Damn, I wish I could spend all night with
you for once!" he turned and gave Wendy a kiss.  "I'm sorry I have to go
back on shift so soon."



   She smiled.  "It's okay, love.  The hospital needs you.  Besides, how
can I be upset when I left you hanging for a couple of weeks?"



   "I'm getting used to your little ways, Miss Mad Scientist." He kissed
her again.  "Two weeks is a touch too long for my liking, though."



   She giggled.  "You sure made up for lost time tonight.  I'm feeling
distinctly bow-legged, my stallion!"



   He laughed as he climbed out of the car and circled around to open
Wendy's door.  "Babe, didn't you say you gave your car to the kid that
helped your brother get zapped last night?"



   She took his hand and exited the vehicle.  "I sure did.  I spotted it as
soon as we drove up.  Unless I'm mistaken, Alan is sitting in it right
now."



   "Isn't he the one you say always tries to get you to go out with him? 
Do you want me to walk you to the door?"



   "What?  Don't be silly." She squeezed his hand.  "Alan's a good guy.  My
guess is he's here for reasons that have nothing to do with me."



   Wendy walked up to the Smart Car and tapped on the driver's side window.
"Is everything okay, Alan?"



   The window opened.  "Yeah, um, maybe.  I'm not sure." He shook his head.
"In case you're wondering, I know about what happened to Bob."



   She nodded.  "I figured you'd find out before long." Wendy gave a little
sniff.  For some reason she smelled a slight hint of olive oil coming from
within the car.  "Don't worry too much.  This isn't your fault.  I was a
little lax with labeling the controls.  I'm confidant I can reverse the
effect in a week or so."



   Oddly, Alan didn't seem too enthused over what should have been good
news.  "It's not that.  I, um, I said something really stupid, and now Bob
is furious with me.  I apologized, but Bob threw me out anyway!" He smiled
slightly.  "We've had fights thousands of times before.  We always forget
it and move on.  For some reason, this time is different.  She's so pissed!
Uh, I mean, he!  Oh Hell!  I just don't want such a sexy girl being this
mad at me!"



   She patted him on the shoulder.  "Don't be too worried about it.  Bobbie
is struggling against hormones and emotions no man has ever directly
experienced before.  Let me give you a little advice.  Don't take this the
wrong way or anything, but next time you come over, bring a box of
chocolates.  You may find it'll go a long way in getting Bobbie to forgive
you."



   "Thanks, Wendy!" he powered up the car.  "I'll come back tomorrow!"



   As Wendy continued to the door, something nagged at her.  She stopped in
her tracks when it hit her.  "Interesting!" she whispered.  "I think that's
the first time I ever had a conversation with Alan, where he kept his eyes
looking right into mine!  I hope things aren't getting too confusing for
Bobbie!"



   Bobbie heard a tap on the door and looked up from where she sat
cross-legged on the floor.  "Hi sis!  Don't think this is weird or
anything, but if it takes you a couple weeks to get things ready to fix me,
that's okay."



   "Why the delay?" she noticed a bottle of olive oil sitting on the
dresser.  You didn't have to be a genius of her caliber to add that bit of
data to the scent she picked up while talking to Alan.  Wendy made some
shrewd deductions and smiled.  She wisely decided to make no mention of her
conclusions.  "Two weeks should be about right.  Can I ask why you don't
want it sooner?"



   "Cosplay, sis!" she held up one of the magazines she had been studying.
"Since I'm stuck in this body anyway, I should make the most of it.  If I'm
still like this in two weeks, I'll be one hell of a hit if I go to the
convention in costume!"



   Wendy tried not to look at the olive oil, barely keeping a smirk off of
her face.  "I think that's a good healthy attitude.  Who are you planning
on going as?"



   "Battling Princess Rio!  Have you seen the anime?  She's the title
character."



   "I know that one.  Rio is a Princess who was off planet at university
when her home world was over run by evil insectoid invaders.  Using her
many charms, she manages to get the whole graduating class of the military
academy to swear loyalty to her."



   "That's the one!  They beg, borrow, and steal their way into acquiring a
small fleet of star ships.  Rio uses her knowledge of ancient military
battles to lead them in retaking the planet, and rescuing her mother the
Empress!"



   Taking the magazine from Bobbie, Wendy grinned.  It was obvious what
charms the extraordinarily endowed princess used to form her cult of
personality.  "You certainly have the build to be Rio.  What are you
planning?  Royal gown or battle suit?"



   Bobbie blushed.  "Battle suit.  I, um, I need something stretchy enough
to fit skin tight all over to make her beam deflector suit.  If you let me
use the vacuform equipment I spotted in your lab, I can make the weapons
pods, thruster boots and royal tiara."



   "You do know that her outfit is backless, don't you?" Wendy giggled.  "I
seem to recall that Rio insisted on that, because she vowed never to turn
and run from an enemy.  Besides, her loyal soldiers all had her back."



   "They sure did!  Especially her half brother Rikki.  I hear that in the
Hentai game, he REALLY has her back, quite a few times, and her front,
too!" Bobbie grinned sheepishly.  "The suit has to be cut low enough to
show a little bit of butt-crack, too.  Will you help me?"



   "Sure, kiddo!" she raised an eyebrow.  "I wonder who should dress as the
handsome redheaded Captain Rikki."



   Pouting prettily, Bobbie shrugged her shoulders.  "That ass-hole Alan
probably will.  He'll look great in uniform.  That is if I don't kill him
first!"



   Recognizing the signs, Wendy sighed.  Yes, poor Bobbie's life was
getting more complicated by the minute.  "Kiddo, it's late.  Try to get
some sleep; you've had a big day."



   When Bobbie awoke, she greeted the sunny day with a smile.  That was
really odd.  When Wendy had left her last night, she had climbed into bed
and sobbed herself to sleep!  She got up and went into the bathroom.  It
was a nice change of pace to have no struggle with `morning wood' as she
sat down on the toilet to relieve her bladder.  She finished up, washed her
face, and brushed her teeth.  After a moment's thought, she sighed.  "I may
as well use what ass-hole bought me!" With a slight smile on her lips,
Bobbie slipped into the emerald green bra and matching panties.  "I hope he
sees me like this!" she hissed, as she slipped into the snug fitting tee.
"I hope he fully realizes what happened last night will NEVER happen
again!" She shimmied her hips into the jeans.  "I hope he has to jerk off
all night long thinking about my stupid tits!"



   Once dressed, the young woman came to a realization of her own. 
"Dammit! I forgot to get a belt and a pair of shoes!" Her eyes opened wide.
"Oh yeah, I should have thought of it sooner!" Digging through her rather
untidy room, Bobbie located a specific box in her ever growing pile of
collectables.  "I hope it's in here!" She tore open the lid.  "Got ya!" She
yanked out the wide black leather belt, with its hugely oversized green and
white enamel "Green Lantern" symbol buckle.  She had never had the nerve to
wear it before, but now it should just do the trick!



   "Well, at least I don't have to cut the leather down." Thankfully, the
belt was just about perfectly suited to ride low on her rather wide hips.
She blushed.  "I guess I have what they call `baby birthing' hips now." She
looked in the mirror and grinned.  "Holy shit!  I'm one hot nerd girl! 
Alan will love this!" Her eyes flashed fire.  "Wait!  Why should I care if
Alan ever sees me again!  What a jerk!" She turned to storm downstairs, but
paused.  Most days she didn't care one way or another.  Today, she spent a
quite a few minutes carefully brushing her hair, making sure it would look
as nice as Wendy's always did.



   Alyssa looked up from her coffee, and nearly dropped the cup.  "Oh my!
Those are new clothes!  Honey, you look so cute!"



   Bobbie couldn't help grinning at her mother.  "Yours aren't new.  Isn't
that what you wore when you went out last night?"



   Wendy giggled as she poured Bobbie a cup of coffee.  "The cougar came
slinking back home at about nine o'clock this morning.  Ask her what
happened to her panties."



   "Do I really want to know?" Bobbie sat down and sipped the hot beverage.
"Okay mom, what happened to your panties?"



   If looks could kill, Wendy might have had something to worry about. 
"Somebody has a big mouth!" Alyssa sighed.  "Okay!  I couldn't find them! I
think we lost then somewhere in the park."



   "Personally, I think Richard stole them." Wendy joined them at the
table. "I bet he's sniffing them right now, dreaming about diving right
back into MILF snatch!"



   Bobbie was stuck on a key point.  "The park!  Holy crap!  You had sex in
the park?  What if someone caught you?"



   "Poor Bobbie!" Wendy patted the younger girl's hand.  "We've kept you
shielded from it for such a long time!" she grinned wickedly at their
embarrassed mother.  "Mom is an exhibitionist, as well as a cougar.  It's
only her pull as an ex-cop that keeps her from getting arrested.  How many
times have you been busted, mother dear?"



   "Oh please!  It was only once!" she blushed.  "I only go out to, uh,
play, after midnight, so no little children will see.  Besides Officer
Brown was very nice about it, and accepted my out of court plea bargain!"



   Wendy laughed.  "Is that what you call it now?" she turned to the
bemused and confused Bobbie.  "That, in case you didn't know, translates
into Mom gave a cop a blowjob in the back of a squad car, in order for him
to forget he ever saw a thing!"



   "Jeez, do you guys talk like this all the time?" Bobbie laughed.  "I
thought us guys were supposed to be the ones who talked trash!"



   There was a knock on the kitchen door.  Wendy went to open it.  "Why
hello, Alan.  Why don't you come in?"



   Bobbie looked up at the nervous redhead.  "What do you want, jerk?" she
snapped, before taking another sip of coffee.



   "Listen Bob.  Last night I, um, I said something really dumb." He rubbed
the back of his neck and shuffled his feet.  "You know I didn't mean it
like it sounded!  I'm always like that!  I, I talk without thinking!" He
pulled his hand from behind his back.  "Um, these were on sale.  I, I
bought them for my mom, but, uh, she didn't want them.  I lost the receipt,
so taking them back would be a big hassle.  You can have them, if you want.
I don't want to deal with any crazy chocolate makers!"



   Bobbie looked at the offered box and couldn't help smiling.  "Godiva
Chocolatier 36 piece Signature Chocolate Truffle Assortment?" she read. 
"Oh, Okay, I suppose I can save you the trouble and take them off of your
hands."



   Wendy looked at the clock and almost laughed.  Gift for his mother,
indeed!  The mall only opened for business at ten.  Alan must have waited
for the mall to open, and then broke several speed restrictions to get the
box here at ten twenty-five!  "Why don't you open the box, Bobbie?  I'm
sure we'd all like a piece."



   Her blue eyes flashed fire.  Bobbie forced herself to calm down.  "Okay,
I'll share, but I get to pick first!" Ignoring her mother's laughter,
Bobbie opened the box and picked up a confection.  She slowly bit into the
truffle and moaned softly.  "Alan, I haven't forgiven you for what you
said, but I just decided to pretend it never happened." She finished the
delightful treat with a contented sigh.  "No, I was kidding.  I guess I
forgive you."



   Wendy gave the relieved young man a `thumb's up', when her sibling was
distracted by another truffle.  "Chocolate will go right to your hips,
kiddo." She warned playfully.



   "Jeez!  I was only going to eat the two now!" She glanced at the clock
on the wall.  "Oh shoot!" Bolting from the table, she ran to the living
room and grabbed a blue blazer from the coat closet.  "I'm going to be
late! I promised Mr.  Murphy I would be in early today to help train the
new employees!  Alan, give me a ride to work!" It took her actually putting
the blazer on and trying to close it over her ample assets to realize the
predicament she was in.  "Oh Hell's teeth!  How am I going to go to work
like this?"



   "You'll just have to call out sick.  When you called, you sounded
perfectly normal.  Just do whatever you did with me last night, with him."



   Bobbie blushed.  "Not everything, you dork!" she hissed, as she went to
get her tablet.  When she returned, she left it in the living room and went
to get a chair.



   "Kiddo, what are you doing?" Wendy asked as Bobbie hopped up onto the
chair in front of the monitor wall.



   "I've got to block the cameras" she said as she tried to position the
clip chip so it wouldn't pop off this time.  "It'll take too long to
augment the video stream with a visual simulation of me as I'm supposed to
look!"



   Picking up the seldom used remote, Wendy laughed.  "Voice control has
everyone getting lazy." She hit a few keys and large blue letters lit up
the screen.



   "Default cameras offline.  Please select new video source?" Alan
couldn't help laughing as he read.  "Bob, don't take this the wrong way,
but I'm glad you didn't figure that out last night!"



   "Oh, shut the hell up!" Face red, Bobbie set up her tablet.  "Okay, I'm
ready, but what should I say?"



   Alyssa looked thoughtful.  "Tell him you've suddenly been offered last
minute plane tickets for an all expense paid trip to visit your uncle's
marijuana farm in Florida." She giggled.  "Everyone would understand a
young man wanting to help out during harvest time!"



   Bobbie sighed as she finished setting up her audio system.  "I guess
he'd go for that.  Mr.  Murphy always brags about the good old days when
smoking herb was illegal.  He'll probably ask me to bring him back some
samples."



   "I'll call your uncle Billy later and have him ship us some unprocessed
leaves."



   "Thanks, mom!" she made the call.  "Hello.  Mr.  Murphy.  This is Bob."



   "Mr.  Shay, I thought you agreed to come in early today.  The clock
tells me this isn't early!  How come you're not sending a video feed?"



   "Um, sorry boss!  The cameras are burned out.  The repair man is on the
way." She couldn't help a little grin.  "We, um, we're having a family
problem.  Remember when I told you about my Uncle Billy's farm?  Well, he's
short on reliable field hands, and needs me to fly down and help with the
harvest.  I really do apologize, but I have to go and lend a hand!"



   "Help on the hemp farm, eh?" he sounded thoughtful.  "I remember back
just before the turn of the century, me and some buddies started our own
farm.  The feds nailed us.  You kids today don't appreciate how easy you
have it!" he laughed.  "Go ahead.  Never let it be said I'd stand in the
way of family!  Oh, and Bob?"



   "Yeah boss?"



   "Bring me a little souvenir, okay?"



   "Sure thing!  Oh, I'm sending my cousin over to pick up my pay, alright?
Her name is, uh, Bobbie, too.  You'll know her when she comes in.  She
looks a lot like my sister Wendy."



   "Looks like your sister?" You could hear the joy in the man's voice. 
"Sure!  Send her down!"



   Bobbie cut the call.  "I knew he'd go for that!" she giggled.  "He
claims sales are still up since you did that commercial for Great-Purchases
last Christmas.  He keeps that autographed poster of you in your skin tight
Miss Santa suit that you presented him with up all year round!"



   Wendy smiled happily.  "I still get fan mail about that spot!"



   "Speaking of autographs.  I think Alan has something to ask you."



   "What?  No, no I don't!  Come on Bob!  I'll give you a lift to the
store!"



   When the friends left, Alyssa sighed and shook her head.  "I must be
losing my touch.  That young man hardly glanced at me at all!"



   Her daughter looked thoughtful.  "Same here.  The poor guy was sure
mooning over Bobbie though.  I do hope things will be okay between them
once I turn her back."



   Bobbie felt a little nervous heading to the Great-Purchases store.  "Sis
is right.  Nobody will think I'm really me.  Still, this is going to be
strange!  I have to remember to pretend not to know anyone." When Alan
didn't respond, she playfully punched his shoulder.  "What's wrong with you
today?  I told you sis would be okay with signing your issues.  You should
have jumped at the opening I gave you."



   Alan opened his mouth to answer, but only shut it again.  How could he
possibly admit there was now somebody else he was interested in?  Wendy is
really good looking and all that, but it suddenly dawned on him that
perhaps at twenty-eight, she was a bit too old for him.  "I couldn't ask
her in front of your mom!" he finally blurted out.  "That would have been
too weird, even for me!"



   "Mom isn't a prude.  She wouldn't have minded." She smiled.  "Don't
worry.  I'll ask Wendy later.  Just bring the magazines over tomorrow."



   "Uh, thanks." He pulled into a parking space in front of the home
electronics super store.  "I'll try to remember to bring them."



   Once again, Bobbie felt eyes upon her as she entered the store.  She
suddenly felt self-conscious in the snugly fitting jeans and tight little
tee.  Her nervousness grew when she saw one of her fellow employees heading
her way.  Jack Andrews would be on today!  She and Alan had known him since
elementary school.  The smug bastard thought he was God's gift to women. 
The trouble was, with his good looks and charm, many women seemed to
actually believe it!



   "How's it hangin', McAllister?" Jack asked with a mischievous glint in
his eye.  His smile broadened as he gazed in rapt appreciation of Bobbie's
form.  "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"



   "Uh, um, sure." Alan felt like sinking into the floor.  "Jack Andrews,
this is Bob's cousin Bobbie Shay.  She's up from Florida to spend some time
with her aunt while Bob is away."



   "I'm very pleased to meet you, Bobbie from Florida." He stepped a little
closer, insinuating himself between her and Alan.  "I'm getting off at
three.  Why don't you let me come by and pick you up?  I could show you
around, and then take you out to dinner.  What do you say?  Is it a date?"



   "Real classy, Andrews!" Alan snapped with unexpected heat.  "The lady is
obviously already spoken for!"



   "How's the job search coming, Alan?  Find anything better then working
at that recycle center, slaving away to drain toxic fluids from old
pre-Shipstone clunkers?"



   Bobbie felt her blood begin to boil.  What was wrong with this jerk?  It
was bad enough that he lorded over all his fellow workers, just because he
got the promotion that she should have received.  Bobbie could take all the
shit Jack regularly heaped on while working here, but this?  The self
centered ass simply had no call to try and belittle Alan!  Someone had to
put him in his place.  Why not her?  "Oh Alan" she cooed in an attempt to
copy her sister's dumb bimbo routine.  "I had no idea!"



   "Sad but true." Jack grinned, sensing victory.  "While I work here as
assistant junior manager "he adjusted his tasteful tie proudly "poor Alan
spends the day covered in grease and grime."



   "I had no idea!" she repeated, taking the bemused Alan's arm in hers. 
"You work to try and better the planet?  Cousin Bob never told me that!  It
must be so fulfilling knowing that you're helping restore nature's
balance!" she led Alan away from the now fuming Jack.  "You simply must
tell me all about it!"



   "What are you doing?" Alan hissed.  "Stop acting so weird!"



   "Quiet!" Bobbie casually glanced back.  Jack looked fit to be tied! 
"That asshole makes me sick!  Good, he's watching!  Hurry up and kiss me!"



   Confused as he was, Alan had no trouble following that order.  His lips
met Bobbie's and time seemed to stand still.  His arms encircled his
beautiful best friend as he lost what little self control he had.  The tip
of his tongue moved, encountering glorious cool sweetness as he slipped it
into his best friend's mouth!  "S-Sorry about that." He whispered as they
finally parted.



   Bobbie tried to slow her racing heart.  There was that bolt of
electricity again!  Had Alan felt it?  She dared not tell him that his play
acting had made her legs go all rubbery!  Her face flushed as she felt that
warmth between her legs again.  "Th-That's okay!  Good acting!  The more
realistic the better!  I bet that jerk is pissed!"



   Alan sighed.  Did Bobbie know?  Could she somehow sense just how that
kiss made him feel?  The almost painful strain in his pants paled before
the sudden ache of his heart.  "Yeah, acting." He took a deep breath and
smiled.  "Help restore nature's balance?  What am I, a super hero?"



   "You do your part!" Flustered and confused, Bobbie made a decision. 
Last night had burned a bridge rather dramatically and spectacularly.  What
she had in mind wasn't a problem then, was it?  Besides, Jack the jerk
really had gone too far this time!  "Come with me." She hissed, pulling
Alan towards the rear of the store.  "I'm going to teach that womanizing
martinet dork a lesson he'll never forget!"



   "What are you up to?" Alan whispered when they reached a short corridor
at the back of the showroom.  "Oh, you want to use the ladies room."



   "Close!" Bobbie felt a little self-conscious going into the girl's
bathroom during business hours, but it was also kinda fun, too!" She leaned
down and peeked under the stalls.  Good!  The room was empty!  She went
back to Alan and gave a quick look around.  Better and better!  Jack was
following!  The jerk was making a beeline for the little closet he called
his office!  "Come with me if you want to live!" she said in a cheesy
accent, quoting from her favorite old movie.  Making sure Jack saw them,
she grabbed Alan's arm again and yanked him into the restroom.  Bobbie only
paused long enough to put the closed for cleaning sign on the outside of
the door.



   "Have you lost your mind?" Alan felt his face flush.  "I can't be in the
ladies room!" he looked around despite himself.  "It looks weird in here,
there are no urinals."



   "Of course not, dummy!" She dragged him to the large handicap stall. 
"This place is wired." Her face flushed.  The other employees may be pissed
at her.  She was about to kill their golden goose!  Well, who could blame
him when he returned to normal?  It would just be something his crazy
cousin did while he was away!  This more then made up for keeping quiet for
so long!  Several times Jack had offered copies of his secret recordings.
Bobbie had always turned them down.  Only fear that other male employees
that had accepted these `gifts' would land in trouble had kept Bobbie
silent.  That was about to end!  "Mr.  Murphy doesn't know it, but his
Assistant junior manager wired this stall with three hidden cameras.  We're
about to give Jack the jerk a show he'll never forget!"



   Alan did his very best to calm himself, but his raging erection had
totally degraded his morals.  "Are you sure about this?" he asked feebly as
she steered him into the stall." He noticed a box on the metal wall, near
the toilet paper dispenser.  "What the hell is that?"



   Bobbie grabbed his hand before he could lift the lid.  "Never mind!"
Bobbie had been stuck cleaning the bathrooms too many times not to know
what was inside.  She shuddered.  "It's something I won't have to deal with
if sis changes me back in less then a month!"



   "Why a month?" It finally hit him.  "Ew!  That's disgusting!"



   "Oh, shut up and pull down your pants!" she fumbled at his belt while
trying to hurry him up.  "Sit down and relax." She whispered as between
them they freed his impressively erect shaft.



   Alan nearly collapsed onto the seat.  Who could blame him?  "Are, are
you sure about this?" he said once again, stammering weakly as his cock
throbbed.



   "It's just to put that jerk Jack in his place!" she lied, while looking
at the dirty floor.  Unwilling to kneel on it in her nice new jeans, she
pulled the box of toilet seat liners from its holder and knelt on the nice
clean cardboard.  "Besides, um, you'd do the same for me!"



   "I, uh, yeah, sure!" Alan didn't know if he would, but he didn't dare
hint otherwise after the shambles he had made of last night!



   Bobbie stared for a moment at the head of his cock.  She had to try this
at least once more!  It would be too wrong to even think about after she
turned back into a guy!  Knowing that the camera hidden in the toilet paper
dispenser was positioned just right for a profile shot, she gently grasped
her best friend's penis and pointed it upwards.  Slowly and lovingly, she
made a big production of licking the entire length of the underside!  She
grinned up at Alan, eyes flashing blue flame.  "Let me set the pace." She
warned, making sure her mouth wasn't visible to the cameras.  Who knew if
Jack could read lips?  "If you grab my head again like last night, I'll
beat the crap out of you!"



   Alan hastily grabbed the hand rails behind and beside him, squeezing
them in a death grip.  "I won't!  I swear it!" he hissed as Bobbie resumed
licking his penis.



   Her heart was pounding!  What was it about this that put her in such a
state?  She licked a bead of shimmering fluid off of the head.  She was
still a guy, sort of.  Why did she want to put a penis into her mouth?  It
should disgust her.  She sighed as she let the swollen head slip past her
lips.  No, not just any penis.  It was just this one!  Had some part of her
always wanted to do this with Alan?  She wrapped her fingers around the
hard shaft, feeling the dampness of her own saliva as she slowly stroked
him.  When Alan moaned in response, the sound pleased her immensely!



   Bobbie slowly bobbed her head on the shaft.  It was so big and hard! 
She let the head touch the opening of her throat, and a thrill of fearful
excitement ran up and down her spine.  Could she do it again?  It sure
would look good on camera!  She tried to angle her throat like a sword
swallower, and slowly eased forward!  It was going in!  Bobbie couldn't
help making nasty gagging sounds as she managed to touch her nose to Alan's
firm trim tummy.  She held her position for as long as she could, bright
red pubic hair tickling her nose.  With a choking gasp, she pulled back and
released the rock hard staff.  "Almost threw up." She muttered, while
wiping drool from her chin with the back of her hand.  "Let me try again."



   "Okay, sure!" Alan gasped.  "I wouldn't dream of stopping you!"



   She once again accepted his slobber gleaming hardness into her mouth. 
He seemed even bigger and thicker!  Once more Bobbie managed to lodge the
impressive organ deep into her throat.  It gave her a perverse feeling of
accomplishment to be able to willingly do it on only her second blowjob! 
Bobbie resumed her head bobbing.  She did her best to make it just as
filthy and hot as many of the blowjob movies stored on her tablet.



   The sound of Alan's panting filled her ears.  It wouldn't be long now!
She gently grasped his cock once again, jerking him as she sucked.  When
she felt Alan strain and go rigid on the toilet seat, she knew it was time!
Pulling back so just the tip of the head was between her pursed lips,
Bobbie sucked like she was drinking a yummy thick milkshake!  Her cheeks
went concave as she wildly stroked the saliva slick shaft.  Bobbie felt the
underside of that shaft pulse as thick hot cream began to spurt across her
tongue!  Her best boyhood friend was ejaculating into her mouth!  This time
there was no panicked attempt to break free!  She cherished every drop of
the musky salty syrupy fluid as her mouth slowly filled.



   Alan grunted like an animal as he exploded into his buddy's mouth!  It
looked so damn exciting to see the lovely blond Bob had become take every
drop of what he had to give her!  `Oh God, Bob, thank you!" he gasped as
the last little dribbles oozed into that pretty sucking mouth!



   Feeling delightfully dirty, Bobbie slowly and carefully eased her mouth
off of Alan's still hard member while keeping her lips tightly pursed.  She
didn't lose a single drop!  Now for the grand finale!  Facing the toilet
paper dispenser and it's hidden camera, she let a little of the slimy
pearly white fluid seep out from between her lips.  She slurped it back in,
and opened her mouth to display the copious contents as her tongue wiggled
playfully in its gooey semen bath.  Then, with a wicked grin, she tossed
back her head and convulsively gulped down the entire mouthful!  Laughing,
she opened her mouth again and stuck out her tongue, proving that her mouth
was now completely empty!



   "You're quite welcome!" she finally gasped rather thickly as she stood
on shaky legs.  "Hurry up.  I have a last finishing touch before we get out
of here!"



   Alan hastily yanked up his pants as he stood up.  He was surprised when
Bob kissed him.  That must be the finishing touch!  After the debacle of
last night, he didn't dare complain when he tasted the tang of his own
spunk in her mouth!  "That ought to show that asshole a thing or two!" she
said happily as the left the stall.  Hand in hand, the friends headed for
the bathroom door.



   When they opened the ladies room door, Alan felt like sinking into the
floor.  Four waiting women watched in surprise as they left.  "Uh, sorry
about that!" he stammered.  The older of the women glared at him in a way
that should have seared the flesh from his bones.  The other three gave him
what looked like amused and speculative looks.



   Bobbie grinned at the sudden audience.  "It's free now." She said with a
laugh as she pulled off the sign.  For some reason the looks Alan was
getting annoyed the hell out of her.  "We'll just be on our way!"



   "I think the jealousy angle may work." Alan looked over his shoulder,
and a cute little brunette gave him a smile.  "Maybe I should get her
number."



   "Who the hell are you calling jealous?" Bobbie felt a sudden stab of
anger.  "Oh, you mean them.  I thought you were planning the big conquest
for the Con!  Besides, none of them are your type!  Now forget them!  I
need to find Mr.  Murphy!"



   Thankfully, they caught up with the manager nearby in the data crystal
section.  "Mr.  Murphy?" Bobbie asked with a smile.  "My, um cousin sent me
to pick up his pay."



   The distinguished looking middle-aged gentleman smiled warmly.  "Mr. 
Shay told me you'd be stopping by.  He also said you looked like his sister
Wendy." He gave her a wink.  "What a lucky young man to have such lovely
relatives!"



   She felt herself blush.  "Um, thank you, sir."



   "Why so formal?" his eyes sparkled.  "You can call me Mort."



   That took her by surprise.  When she had first started working here, she
had made the mistake of calling the boss by his first name.  The man had
insisted on being called only by his surname!  "Uh, okay, Mort."



   "I thought you were in a hurry." Alan hissed, growing angry at how this
Mort guy was staring at his best friend's chest.  "Come on!"



   "Okay!" she smiled at Mort.  "First, I better tell you what I saw.  Some
weird guy just ran into that tiny little office across from the restrooms.
I think he may have been trying to steal stuff."



   That was a trigger easy to pull with Mort.  He treated all shoplifters
as if they were attempting to rob the national treasury!  "Oh really! 
Young lady, you wait here for a moment.  I'll check this out personally!"



   "I hope you know what you're doing!" Alan whispered as they raced to
keep up with the determined man.



   "I always do!" They caught up just as Mort silently swiped his card
through the key slot.  The door popped open, to reveal a very busy Jack. 
Bobbie almost laughed!  Jack was stroking away with thumb and index finger,
on a cock that looked like it belonged to a little boy!  It couldn't have
been more then three inches long, and was only about as thick as his thumb!
The timing was exquisite!  Reclining in his office chair, the startled man
had reached the point of no return.  In the confusion, he had dropped the
paper towel he planned on catching his issue with.  He ended up anointing
his shirt with a single little squirt of semen.



   "Oh my God!" Bobbie squealed in a fair impression of her sister's best
bubble headed bimbo persona.  "He, he's playing with his little dinky!" she
pretended to then notice what was on the large screen before the frantic
man.  "That's me!  Oh Honey, that's you!  He played with himself while
watching a recording of us played back in slow motion!"



   Honey?  Alan was quick to follow Bobbie's lead.  "Oh shit!  You guys put
security cameras in the bathrooms?" He surprised himself with a sudden
burst of real fury.  Alan grabbed the whimpering Jack, who was frantically
trying to zipper his pants, and yanked him to his feet by the shirt collar.
"You disgusting little freak!  How long have you been making recordings
like this?" Realizing he had a handful of semen dampened shirt, he released
Jack, who stumbled and nearly fell to the floor.



   Mort slapped at the wireless digital recorder, cutting the power.  The
close up of Bobbie's full mouth vanished.  "This is not one of our
surveillance feeds!" He closed in on Jack, until they were nose to nose. 
"How dare you put me and this company in such an unwholesome position!" he
bellowed.  "Not only are you fired, but I'm going to see to it that you
spend some serious time behind bars!"



   Oops!  Bobbie gasped dramatically.  "Jail?  If he goes to jail, will
that mean people will see" she pointed a shaking finger at the now blue
screen "that?"



   "I'm afraid so, sweetheart." Mort calmed himself, and turned his back on
the now openly crying ex-assistant junior manager.  "I know it's rough, but
you two did commit a rather serious indiscretion."



   "I'm so sorry!" Bobbie tried her very best to look solemn.  "Couldn't
you just leave it at him being fired?  I, I wouldn't be able to sleep
nights if I knew he was branded a sexual deviant and was spending time in
prison!" she shuddered.  "Who knows what the other inmates would do to
him!"



   Jack went pale at that.  "Please!" he begged, as he wiped at the little
streak of wetness on his shirt with his end of his tie.  "Oh God, I'd be
everybody's bitch if they find out how little my, um, I mean I, I'm too
good looking to go to jail!"



   Mort sighed, trying his best to put the fleeting image of this lovely
girl with a mouth full of her lover's semen out of his mind.  He spun
around and glared at Jack.  "You!  Empty your pockets!  I need to be sure
there are no data crystal recordings!"



   Shaking, Jack did his best to speedily comply.  "I, I didn't have time
to run off a copy!  I swear it!" he cried as loose change and keys
clattered to the floor.  "It's all in the box.  All of it!"



   Mort kicked the keys out into the corridor.  "Get out!  I never want to
see your face in my store again!"



   "Oh God, thank you!" he squealed as he made a dive for the floor. 
"You'll never see me again!" he assured, scrambling on hands and knees to
retrieve his keys.



   Alan knew it was all a set up, but anger still gripped his heart.  This
jerk had spied on Bob!  "Here's a little something to remember me by,
peewee!" He put years of soccer training into play, and swung his leg. 
Jack squealed like a pig when Alan's size thirteen foot connected with a
solid meaty thud on his ass!



   "Young man, that was uncalled for.  You could be charged with assault."
Mort said quietly after Jack staggered to his feet and ran away.  The
peeping-Tom had a decided limp from what was sure to be a hell of a bruise
on his, uh, pride.  He clapped his hand on Alan's shoulder and grinned. 
"It's a good thing for you that I didn't see it!"



   Back out in the parking lot, Bobbie couldn't help laughing.  "That went
well." She said as she looked over the digital recorder that Mort had given
her.  "Do you want this?"



   "Sure!" Alan's eyes flashed.  "I can't wait to check out what that
ass-hole had been recording!  I'm not into seeing girls pee, but didn't you
once mention several girls had done what we just did?  I'd love seeing
that!"



   Once again, an inexplicable wave of anger raced through her.  "I, I'll
give it to you tomorrow!" she snapped.  Bobbie didn't mind if Alan watched
the recording she had arranged to make with him.  In fact, she found the
idea kind of hot!  It would be fun to watch it herself, while, uh,
meditating in the bathtub!  She'd be damned though if she was going to
leave a bunch of other girls stored for Alan to drool over!



   "Bobbie, are you mad at me or something?" Alan gave his buddy a
concerned look.  "I didn't grab you or anything!"



   With a sigh, Bobbie smiled.  "Nope, I'm not mad.  Let's get out of
here." She blushed.  "I want to get home and eat another piece of
chocolate!"











   Normally, it would take someone months to create an intricate Cosplay
outfit for a convention.  Bobbie was lucky.  How many people had access to
a fully equipped workshop and laboratory, and a genius big sister to help
out?  In two weeks, she was fully prepared.  The young woman stretched her
arms out while looking in the mirror.  "How do I look?" she asked



   Her sister grinned.  "The molecular chain I came up with for the basis
of my experimental non-pressurized vacuum suit worked out just great." She
noted how firm and upright Bobbie's breasts appeared under the glistening
red skin tight covering..  "How's the support feel?  Didn't I tell you
there wouldn't be a need for undergarments?"



   Bobbie giggled.  "The girls are being held up quite nicely, sis!"



   "The girls?" Wendy couldn't help grinning.  "I can't believe you said
that!"



   "Well, that's what mom calls `em!" She turned and looked over her
shoulder at the floor length mirror.  "Um, do you think we cut it a little
too low?  I think I'm showing a little too much butt-crack!"



   Wendy eyed Bobbie's firm round posterior.  "I told you.  I didn't cut
it. That's the way I programmed the molecular chain to assemble.  Anyway, I
think we got it just about right.  I'm glad I got the stress forces to line
up properly so we could have you go backless, and still support `the girls'
in style.  I'll tell you what, Kiddo.  You are going to be a hit!  Coming
or going, every guy's eyes are going to be locked right on target!"



   "Good!  Maybe that'll show Alan that he doesn't need to look at other
girls when I'm around!"



   "Kiddo, is there something you want to talk about?" Wendy gently placed
a hand on Bobbie's shoulder.  "What's going on between you and Alan?"



   Bobbie felt her face grow hot.  "Nothing!" she snapped.  "Nothing at
all!" the troubled young woman tried to calm herself.  "Sorry sis.  Things
are complicated right now." She took a deep breath.  "I, I think I let
things go a little too far."



   Wendy smiled.  "I suspected as much.  Does it help you any if I told you
that I'm sure Alan loves you?"



   "Loves me?" she laughed.  "As a buddy, yeah, I guess he does."



   "No silly." Wendy gave Bobbie a hug.  "He loves you.  He loves you as a
man loves a woman.  Please be careful around him until I change you back.
You wouldn't want to hurt him, would you?"



   "Of course not!" her heart pounded.  Love?  Was that what she was
feeling too?  "Oh my God!  Sis, maybe the convention is a bad idea!  Could
you change me back right now?"



   "I told you.  I've already started the system wide auto-check.  The
calibrations aren't going to be finished until Monday morning." Wendy
smiled.  "Just relax and enjoy yourself at the convention tomorrow.  Come
Monday, this will all be set right!"



   "I hope so!" Bobbie frowned.  How was this going to ever be set right?
Things were entirely too weird between Alan and her now.  Somehow she had
fallen into the habit of giving him a blow-job, not to mention the
occasional olive oil lubed titty fuck after they hung out together every
evening these last two weeks.  No, she had to be honest with herself.  She
and Alan had been dating.  No other word fit.  They still did the same
kinds of things they always had together, but it was so different now. 
Especially different when she contorted herself in the little Smart Car in
order to get her lips around his beautiful penis!



   Alan even had started walking her to the door, and giving her a
goodnight kiss before she went inside!  Bobbie liked that even more then
giving head.  Every time their lips met in that simple little kiss, it
always left her aching for something more, something she dared not even
contemplate letting him do!  It frightened Bobbie to realize her resistance
was weakening with each tender kiss.  What would happen if her willpower
crumbled, and she allowed Alan to do THAT with her?  Things had gotten so
mixed up that now she had to finger herself every night before she felt
relaxed enough to even think about sleeping!



   What was she going to do?  Would Alan hate her when she turned back into
a guy?  Could she dare hope he'd still let her take his penis into her
mouth, or that they'd lovingly kiss each other when they were both men
together?  No, that would never happen!  Alan would probably never want to
be alone with her again once she was restored to manhood!  There's no way
he'd want to turn into a homosexual, just because his buddy was a pretty
girl for a couple of weeks!



   "Cheer up Kiddo!" Wendy smiled, breaking into Bobbie's dismal thoughts.
"Everything is going to work out okay.  I feel it deep in my bones!"



   "Oh Wendy, I sure hope so!" Bobbie sighed.  "I really do!"



   Wendy glanced at the console of her transporter.  The activity of the
blinking lights sure looked convincing.  Bobbie thought she was running
system checks.  It was all just a cosmetic show.  The system was ready to
restore Bobbie at any time.  It had been for over a week.  Wendy just
wanted her sibling to be sure about things before that restoration took
place!  She was sure that Bobbie would make the right choice, given enough
time.



   She watched for a moment as Bobbie twisted and turned.  "Here kiddo, let
me do that." She took the molecular key from the flustered girl's hand, and
brought the blunt emitter head to the barely perceptible seam between
Bobbie's shoulders where the suit ended to expose her back.  With a coded
beeping, the seam split, allowing the girl to wriggle out of the tight
garment.  "Remember, getting in needs no tool.  Don't lose the key, or
you'll be stuck in cosplay until I can get there with a spare.  My fastener
system won't be on the market for another few months."



   "Wait sis, what if I have to, um, pee?" Bobbie's face turned red.  "I
can't have Alan come in the ladies room with me!"



   "I told you, this was meant for a prototype vacuum suit." Wendy grinned
wickedly.  "If you have to answer nature's call, just sit down on the pot
and go.  The suit will pass the excess fluids out.  It's part of the
cooling system, after all.  Remember, urine only.  Anything else will just
make your butt look lumpy."



   "Ew, that's nasty!" Bobbie couldn't help giggling again.  "I won't be
able to clean up afterward!  You and mom told me I have to be very careful
about hygiene, uh, down there."



   "Kiddo, I think of everything.  Just spread your legs wide and let it
go! The urinal pore lines up with your urethra.  The suit will take care of
the rest.  The nano valve system is auto regulating.  In space, urine would
exit slowly as a very fine mist over the entire surface of the suit,
instantly freeze drying.  That way the astronaut will be protected from
extreme variances in pressure in a very delicate area.  On Earth, the
stream will be unhindered and flow freely.  It'll wick all the excess
moisture away from you too, so don't worry."



   Bobbie struggled out of the suit.  "I guess that's why it's giving me a
bit of `camel-toe'." Her blush deepened.  "I'm glad THAT doesn't show from
the outside!  It's a good thing you made the surface so shiny though.  If I
get wet down there, um, for some reason, it won't show up."



   "You'll be just fine.  Normal vaginal moisture will pass so slowly it
won't be noticeable.  It'll help keep you at a normal PH level too, and
freely pass oxygen under Earth normal pressures.  In space, the suit's
oxygen will channel through the molecular chain and do the same thing. 
Yeast infections hate oxygen, it helps prevent them from forming.  That's
why I made sure the suit could `breathe'.  I don't want female astronauts
cursing Anson MacDonald, after all.  Wearing it is nearly as good as going
naked."



   "Sis, you're such a geek!" Bobbie grimaced.  "I don't want to hear about
disgusting stuff like that!"



   Wendy just grinned.  "I'm just giving you the facts.  We girls have to
be careful about such things.  Oh and remember the moisture wicking system
if you get, well, excited.  The extra moisture won't evaporate as quickly,
so be careful where you sit if you watch any hentai in the video rooms. 
People might talk if you leave wet spots on the chairs."



   "Gee, thanks for the warning, sis!" Bobbie self consciously dressed,
slipping into bra and panty, and then another of the lovely vintage dresses
their mother had insisted she wear.



   "Cheer up, kiddo!" Wendy took the suit and zipped it up into a garment
bag.  "Just think.  Your cosplay outfit is worth nearly twelve million
dollars.  What other girl could say that?"



   Bobbie surprised herself by giving her big sister a hug.  Before the
"Event" such an emotional display would have been unheard of.  "Thanks sis,
you're the best big sister a guy, um, person could ever have!"



   "You're quite welcome." Wendy said with a grin.  "I certainly had fun
helping you create your masterpiece."



   Cheeks coloring rather becomingly, Bobbie smiled back.  "I wonder what
Alan will think when he sees me wearing it." her voice took on a distinct
edge.  "I bet he won't be hitting on any other girls when I'm strutting
around looking so sexy!"



   "Oh, really?" Wendy asked with a knowing glance.



   "I, I didn't mean it like, um, like THAT!" Bobbie sighed.  "I'm just
getting tired of all his talk about using me as some kind of bait so he can
score a hot nerd-girl!" She looked over at her sister's machine.  "I can't
wait until that thing is ready to unscramble me!  It won't be a moment too
soon!"



   "Just relax and have fun at your convention, kiddo." I should be ready
for the final calibration tests Monday afternoon."



   Bobbie grabbed the garment bag and stormed towards the door, cute little
patent leather pumps sounding loud against the concrete floor.  "Good!"



   Wendy smiled as she hurried after her neo-sister.  She hoped against
hope that Bobbie was getting closer to making the right decision.



   Friday morning Bobbie was up at dawn.  One thing hadn't changed.  It was
nearly impossible to sleep the night before a Con!  She had spent the night
packing and repacking.  Usually it only took a backpack to carry some clean
underwear, socks, a couple tee-shirts, and a change of jeans.  Now, Bobbie
couldn't help packing two suitcases for the three day extravaganza.  It
didn't seem right to spend so much time with only one change of clothing.



   Bobbie had packed her cosplay stuff, of course, but she also packed
three dresses, her snug fitting "Battling Princess Rio" tee-shirt, and the
low riding hip hugging jeans that went so nicely with it.  Of course she
needed some pretty foundation garments too, not to mention the Hello Kitty
nightgown mom had insisted on getting her.  With a blush, Bobbie also made
sure to bring the cherry red lipstick she had bought when nobody was
looking, her Secret antiperspirant, and the bottle of Bath and Body-works
Japanese Cherry Blossom body spray she had swiped from mom.  Nobody would
accuse her of being one of the stinky unwashed conventioneers nobody wanted
to stand next too!



   Lugging her suitcases downstairs, Bobbie was startled to find both Wendy
and their mother already awake.  "Why did you guys get up?" she asked as
she set her luggage by the door.  "I told you I would just slip out when
Alan comes to pick me up."



   Wendy laughed, but their mother only groaned.  "Kiddo, didn't you hear
mom come in at five?  Somebody is just a tiny bit hung over right now."



   "I am not hung over!" Alyssa yelled, before screwing her eyes tightly
closed, and grabbing her head with both hands.  "Really, I'm not!" she went
on in a whisper.



   Bobbie and Wendy exchanged grins.  "Sure mom." Bobbie laughed.  "Sorry
if I made too much noise packing."



   Alyssa crossed the room slowly and carefully, as if fearful any sudden
movement would cause her aching head to simply fall off of her body. 
"Don't you worry about it, honey.  You just go have fun with all the other
cartoon fans." She gave Bobbie a hug.



   "Anime!" Bobbie corrected for the thousandth time.  "I watch anime, not
cartoons!"



   "What about "My Little Pony: Friendship Crusaders?"" Wendy asked with a
smile.  "Is that anime?"



   "Well, no.  It is the most manly cartoon in existence though!" She
laughed.  "Come on sis, you watch it too.  You even calculated the forces
involved when Captain Scootaloo performed Equestria's first FTL Rainboom!"



   "She never would have done it if Professor Twilight Sparkle hadn't
created a life support spell in time!"



   "It did help that Rarity came up with a pressure garment that didn't
inhibit wing motion." Bobbie giggled.  "It's funny.  I don't feel
embarrassed admitting I watch any more.  G-6 ponies rock!"



   The doorbell rang, and Alyssa groaned.  "If it wouldn't make even more
noise, I'd shoot whoever is at the door!"



   "Oops, better go now!" Bobbie yanked open the door, and thrust a
suitcase at a startled Alan.  "Come on!  Let's get moving!"



   Bobbie, lugging the smaller suitcase, made a beeline to Alan's
Smart-car. She giggled as she saw it gleaming pinkly in the early morning
sun.  "I still think it looks cute pink." she said as he rushed after her.



   "Dammit!  Why didn't Wendy invent a solar collector you can paint over?"
he sighed.  "Since the whole body of the car is collector material, I'd
have to replace the entire outer skin if I wanted a different color.  Who
the hell decided Pepto-pink was a good color for a car?"



   Bobbie laughed.  "It's Hello Kitty pink, you dolt!  Anyone could see
that!"



   Alan looked at his buddy and grinned.  "Anyone can see you're a
knock-out in that dress, Bob.  It's a cinch I'll get me some "steal the
boyfriend from the hottie" booty tonight!"



   When he said knock-out, Bobbie felt all warm and tingly inside.  She
wore a yellow sundress in honor of one of her other favorite classic anime
characters, Asuka Langley.  She even had a long haired red wig and A-10
nerve clips to wear once they got settled in and registered.  It always
paid to have a secondary cosplay look!  That warm feeling vanished when he
went on to mention other girls he would be interested in.  "We'll see." she
muttered as she got into the car.  She glared at him when he openly stared
at her legs as he closed the door on the passenger side.



   "Remember, if you see a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, just go to
one of the video rooms for a while, okay Bob?"



   Bobbie took a deep breath as Alan crossed to the driver's side.  She
felt her anger rise when he so obviously enjoyed the rise and fall of her
considerable assets as he leered through the windshield.  "Same goes for
me." she snapped.  "If you see that damn sign, stay the fuck out.  I'll be
busy!"



   "Oh yeah!  You can play the closet lesbian looking for a fling.  That's
cool!" he grinned.  "If you do, can I just have a quick peek?  Girl on girl
is way hot!"



   That wasn't exactly what she meant, but Bobbie let it drop.  She
couldn't bring herself to mention her interests seemed to have drifted away
from girls completely.  "Just drive, dummy.  I want to get there early!"



   They drove in silence to the hotel hosting the convention.  Bobbie's
anger totally dissipated when they arrived.  Once again, as with every time
she was out in public since the "Event", Bobbie felt the attention of every
male on her.  She was sort of getting used to it, but it still made her
blush.  "Let's drop the bags off at the room, and then hit the Con
registration lines."



   Alan grabbed his backpack, but quickly realized people in the parking
structure seemed to be looking in disapproval at him for letting a girl
carry two suitcases.  "Here, let me get those." he stated loudly as he
grabbed the bags.  "You shouldn't have to carry all that junk!"



   Bobbie laughed as Alan tried to show the world how polite he was.  "My
hero!" she muttered, as they went to the front desk to get their key-cards.




   When they got to the room, Bobbie felt her face grow red.  "One bed."
she muttered as Alan closed the door.  "I forgot that's all they had left
when we secured the room."



   "Did you say something, Bob?" Alan asked as he lugged the bags into the
room.



   Ignoring him, Bobbie sighed.  She'd just have Alan sleep on the floor.
She didn't want their nightly oral and titty ritual to go way out of
control!  They'd never be able to face each other when she turned back into
a guy, if she let anything like, gulp, actual intercourse happen!  Worse
yet, she knew in her heart that even as a guy, she'd still want the
intimacy she and Alan now shared.  She was sure her life long buddy would
hate her if he knew she would still want to touch, fondle, and suck his
lovely penis after she changed back.  If they actually had sex now, she
didn't know what would happen!



   Her eyes opened wide.  "Shit!" she had grown used to masturbating before
going to sleep.  Her body needed to be touched after she kissed him
goodnight, and she didn't dare tell him.  It was no longer a quick stroke
session and popping off a hefty but single load into a bunch of tissue,
either.  Bobbie could now reach orgasm quite a few times over a rather
satisfying long period, before being calm enough for sleep.  She needed it
after the stimulation of having Alan's penis in her mouth and sliding
between her breasts!  She'd have to do it in the shower and try to keep her
mouth shut.  Bobbie discovered she now had a rather embarrassing tendency
to make strange noises at certain "Climactic" moments.  She had to face it.
She was a screamer now, on top of everything else!



   "What's wrong?" Alan asked.  "Did you forget something?"



   "Yeah, that's it.  I, I forgot to bring shampoo."



   "Is that all?  Hotels always have shampoo and crap free, in those little
tiny bottles."



   "You're right." she grinned sheepishly.  "How could I forget?" Hopefully
Alan wouldn't question her taking really long showers!  She donned her red
wig and made sure the nerve clips were in the proper placement on her head.
"Let's go check out the Con!" she said before tastefully applying a little
lipstick.



   In the line to get their badges and programs, Alan was eying every girl
in cosplay.  That is, he was eyeing them when he could tear his eyes away
from trying to look down Bobbie's impressive cleavage.  That was okay, but
when some of the girls started giving him smiles that seemed to invite more
attention then just looking, Bobbie felt anger rising in her heart.  She
couldn't help herself.  Linking arms with him, she rested her head on his
broad shoulder.  She also made damn sure she held his arm pressed tightly
against her breast!



   "Uh, Bob, what are you doing?" Alan asked in a husky voice.



   "You want people to think I'm your girlfriend, right?" she whispered,
while giving a sexy bikini clad girl with a sword a "Back off, bitch"
glare.



   "Oh, um, yeah.  Thanks Bob." he grinned sheepishly enjoying the
wonderful firm, yet softly yielding pressure against his arm.  "You're the
best!"



   "You better believe that!" she snapped, with much more feeling then she
had intended.



   The dealer's room hadn't opened yet, so Bobbie and Alan strolled around
just taking in the Con.  The first time it happened, Bobbie was startled.
Um, Miss, could, could I take your picture?" A nice looking younger boy
asked rather hopefully.



   Alan glared at him.  "Get lost, twerp!"



   Bobbie gave Alan's arm a not so playful punch.  "Cut it out." she
hissed. Giving the budding photographer a sunny smile, she said "Sure, you
can take a picture." She put her hands on her hips, leaned slightly
forward, giving him a nice view of developments.  "How's this?"



   "Oh wow!" he snapped away.  "Oh wow!  Thanks Miss!"



   Bobbie realized that the kid was aroused.  It was something she never
would have picked up on as a guy.  She smiled.  "No problem.  Be sure to
check out the cosplay parade.  You'll really want pictures of me in my
competition outfit."



   "I will!" He held his backpack strategically in front of himself, and
shuffled away.  "I can't wait!" he called, before ducking into the men's
room.



   "Thank God the little twerp left!" Alan muttered.  "I should have
stuffed that kid's camera down his..."



   He was cut off.  "Hey, can I get a few pictures too?" An older guy in a
brightly flowered Hawaiian shirt asked.



   "Sure!" Bobbie posed for him, too.  Before long, she lost count of just
how many guys wanted to take her picture.  Oddly, Bobbie enjoyed it.  Did
Wendy feel this way when she posed naked for Playboy?  It was so exciting
being the center of attention!  There was a nice bonus attached, too.  Alan
no longer seemed to be looking at other girls.  He was spending most of his
time glaring angrily at the swarm of photographers!



   In the darkness of one of the video rooms, Alan sighed.  "Jeeze Bob,
what's with all the posing and pictures?  You never used to be an attention
whore."



   "Don't sweat it, Alan." Bobbie grinned, letting the whore comment slide.
"I'm just having a little fun.  No guy in history has ever cosplayed a girl
as successfully as me!  I figured I'd just relax and have a good time this
weekend.  You know Wendy is going to change me back on Monday."



   "Fuck fuckin' Monday!  I'm sick of hearing about God Damn Monday!" Alan
snapped, causing people to turn and stare.



   "Shh!  Alan, what's gotten into you?"



   He reacted as if slapped.  "I, um, ah, I just remembered I promised to
work two shifts on Monday.  Yeah, that's it.  I, I'm working a double." He
continued in an embarrassed whisper.  "I hate Mondays."



   "Well keep it down!  I never saw the original Sailor Moon before.  I
want to see this!"



   After a few videos, Bobbie dragged Alan to the dealer's room.  It was
there she saw something she just had to have.  "I never had the nerve
before." she whispered as she stared wide eyed at her secret heart's
desire. "I would have just died if anyone saw me buying something like
this." She picked up the large plush Hello Kitty figure and couldn't help
giving it a hug.  "She's going to sit right on my bed." Bobbie giggled. 
"Even after Monday."



   Alan felt a stupid grin spread over his face as he watched the lovely
girl in the sexy yellow dress and red wig clutch the plush cat to her ample
chest.  With a sigh, he once again got out his wallet.  "I'll get this,
Bob." he remembered the near disaster after buying her some clothes.  "No
strings attached.  I'm getting it for you just because you're my best
friend!"



   "Oh Alan, thank you!" Bobbie glanced at her wrist phone, much more
delicate then her old mannish model, and gasped.  "We have to hurry!  I
need to get changed for the Cosplay parade!"



   "Oh hell." He shook his head.  "Do I really have to dress in that weird
uniform Wendy made me?"



   "Yes, you do!"



   "Oh well.  At least dressing as Prince Rikki goes well with your
Battling Princess Rio royal gown."



   "Yeah, her royal gown." Bobbie tried not to snicker as they rode up in
the elevator.  She had managed to convince Alan that she was wearing the
formal frilly gown Rio wore when she went off planet to finish her
schooling.  Just wait until her saw her in the battle suit!  It came
riskily close to breaking the "No costume is NO COSTUME!" rule against
nudity and indecency!  She was going to be a hit!



   Back at the room, Bobbie grabbed one of her suitcases and headed for the
bathroom.  "I'll just be a minute Alan.  Go ahead and get into your Rikki
uniform."



   "Yeah, a minute." Alan laughed.  "Bob, your sense of timing went right
out the window when you, uh, changed.  "You always say a minute, and end up
taking a half hour!"



   "Oh shut up!" she laughed as the bathroom door closed behind her.  She
raised her voice.  "Perfection takes time!"



   "Time." Alan softly sighed.  "Time is running out.  What the hell will I
do on Monday, when my dream girl turns back into a dude?"



   Bobbie quickly kicked off her heels, stripping off wig and pretty yellow
dress.  "Oh God, Now I'm nervous!" she whispered as she slipped out of her
undergarments.  She grabbed a quick shower, fighting the almost
irresistible urge to linger and lovingly touch her body under the warm
flowing water.  "Be good!" she scolded her fingers as they did more then
wash between her legs.  "I said I'd be fast!"



   Out of the shower, she carefully blow-dried her short blonde hair.  She
didn't want it to look all rumpled from her usual vigorous towel drying. 
She was thankful that the hairstyle she copied from sis was just about
exactly right for Princess Rio!  No wig was needed tonight!  Standing naked
in the bathroom, she sprayed a rather large cloud of Japanese cherry
blossom body-spray, and stepped forward into it so it could settle gently
onto her skin.  She was glad that the breathable nature of the suit would
let the scent pass freely.



   She used her antiperspirant, pleased that the treatments she had
undergone for swim meets had held.  True, the change had made her new skin
far softer and silkier then it had ever been when she was a guy, but thank
goodness it was still completely denude of hair!  The thought of shaving
her legs on a regular basis was just so nasty!  Let's not even think about
shaving the ol' pits!



   Wriggling into the snug suit, Bobbie once again wondered at how the
material almost seemed alive.  It gave and shifted freely as she worked
into it, only to snug up to cling tightly to her skin as it settled into
proper place.  She brought the ends of the neck piece together behind her,
and they automatically zipped seamlessly together.  She gave a little jump,
and giggled at how her tenderly yet firmly supported breasts bounced, with
no real discomfort.  "I look just like an anime character!  I even have the
Gainax Bounce!"



   Working fast, she clipped the bright yellow plastic replica weapons pods
to her upper arms, and slipped her red clad feet into the blue thruster
boot mock-ups she had glued over a pair of cheap rain boots.  She thought
it was clever how sis had worked the molecular key into the design.  Bobbie
had it safely stashed in the side of her right boot, just in case she had
an emergency.



   Lastly, Bobbie settled the golden tiara onto her head.  It really
sparkled, being that Wendy plated it with twenty-four karat gold.  "Oh wow,
I, I look HOT!" her face flushed as she noted how readily the clinging
molecular chain followed the lines of her body.  It was a bit embarrassing
how visible her rather large nipples were.  "It looks like somebody just
painted me a high gloss red!  Thank goodness Wendy built some modesty into
the crotch!  If the suit's camel-toe tendency was visible, they'd kick me
out of the Con!"



   She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.  "Pretty good."
Alan laughed as he turned towards her.  "You were only forty-two minutes."
He froze.  "Oh Merciful heaven!" he gasped.  He took a step toward her, and
stumbled over a chair.  "Oh my God!  Bob, you're gorgeous!"



   Bobbie's face flushed as she smiled happily.  "Thank you, Alan." she
stood tall as he stared at her body.  Embarrassingly enough, the material
of the suit adjusted against certain strain factors, and her nipples showed
even larger as they grew firm and erect under his hungry gaze.



   Alan had a stupid grin on his face, but suddenly it vanished to be
replaced by a look of anger.  "Bob, I can't let you go out like that!  It,
it's indecent!  People will stare!"



   "What happened to gorgeous?" her baby blue eyes flashed fire.  "And
what's this crap about you can't let me?"



   "What will your mom say?" he muttered.  "What will Wendy say?"



   "Oh, grow up!  Wendy created this suit for me.  You remember Wendy, the
girl who posed NAKED for playboy!" she laughed, not unkindly.  "Mom just
wants me to steer a few young studs her way.  So there's no problem!"



   "Aren't you embarrassed?" Alan shouted.  "You're still a guy!"



   "Not 'til Monday, bub!" she smiled.  "It is a little embarrassing, but
come Monday, nobody will ever see the cosplay attention whore again." She
picked up the object on the chair Alan had nearly fallen over.  "Here,
strap on your blaster belt, and lets get going!"



   They rode down in the elevator.  "I feel stupid in this getup.  Alan
muttered as he adjusted his sky blue uniform tunic, and made sure his
gleaming black belt was buckled properly.  "I never do cosplay.  Why can't
I just be a spectator?"



   "Princess Rio needs her trusted right-hand man, Rikki." she laughed as
the elevator doors opened and guys nearly fell over themselves when she
stepped out.  "Besides, I think there's a distinct possibility that nobody
will even notice you're standing next to me!"



   Bobbie was quite right.  All eyes were on her as they made their way to
the cosplay staging area.  She wished she had on sunglasses.  So many
people were taking pictures, that the continuous flashes were nearly as
bright as the noonday sun!  "What should I do?" Alan asked nervously as
their post at the very end of the line grew closer and closer to the
microphone stand made ready for people wanting to do a little performing
while in costume.



   "Just move around me with your blaster drawn.  Do it like Rikki does in
the anime.  Remember, you're protecting your beloved Princess!"



   Moving a bit woodenly, Alan did as he was told while Bobbie took hold of
the microphone.  Just this once, Bobbie disregarded her own aversion to
singing, and launched into a rousing rendition of "Home is Glory" the
"Battling Princess Rio" opening theme.  She had forgotten her recording of
the song's Karaoke version, so she just went Acappella, singing the song
phonetically in Japanese.



   Bobbie didn't notice at first, but the large exhibition hall fell silent
as she sang.  Alan even stopped his self conscience prancing about, and
stared in wide eyed wonder as his buddy sang her heart out.  She held the
last note for a moment, and then all was quiet.  Quiet until the crowd
exploded into cheering and applause!



   Although she only knew a rough translation of the song, the emotional
content always got to her.  The effect was greatly amplified now.  Bobbie
wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled.  "Thank you." she said softly
into the microphone, before hastily putting it back on the stand and
rushing from the stage.



   "Bob, get back here!" Alan called as he ran after her.  "You have to get
back on stage!"



   "Why?" she asked nervously.  "I just want to go somewhere and get my
head together."



   "Why?" he laughed.  "Don't be a dork.  Didn't you hear the MC?  You just
won the best performance award!" He grabbed her arm and dragged her back to
the spotlight.



   When they handed her the little plastic loving-cup, Bobbie looked at it
as if it were the most fabulous treasure she had ever seen!  "Thank you!"
she said again.  Bowing to the shouts of the audience, she sang the song
again.  Then, she sang a few other popular anime themes as people requested
them.



   "You do know that you're going to be on about a hundred websites by
tomorrow, don't you?" Alan asked later that night, as they made their way
wearily back to the room.  He groaned.  "Assholes all over the world are
going to be beating their meat while staring at your boobs!" He sighed
ruefully.  "I guess all the people downloading files of your singing helps
balance that out a bit."



   "Did, did you like my singing?" Bobbie asked bashfully.  "I never really
sang before, except for in the shower were nobody could hear me."



   "Are you kidding me?" he grinned.  "I bet you go viral on the net before
dawn tomorrow!"



   At their door, Bobbie turned towards her lifelong buddy.  "Thank you."
she said softly, before leaning close and kissing him.



   They had kissed goodnight after most of there dates these last two
weeks. This time, things seemed just a tiny bit different.  Before she knew
what was happening, Bobbie felt so warm and alive as she accepted Alan's
tongue in her mouth.  Without hesitation, she returned the action by
slipping her tongue into his!  Time stood still as their tongues caressed
and teased against each other.



   A young woman passing by laughed.  "Get a room, you two!" she said
playfully.  "Oh, I guess you already have one!  Have fun!"



   Alan fumbled the key-card out of his pocket, and they nearly fell into
the room when the door opened.  Their busy tongues never stopped as they
shuffled in while wrapped in each others arms.



   Bobbie heart was pounding.  Things were different tonight.  Was it the
emotional state she was in from singing to the crowd's obvious approval? 
Maybe it was just that she knew there was only one bed in their hotel room.
It didn't matter what was the cause.  Bobbie felt like she was burning up
inside!  She was filled with a longing she didn't understand.  It's pure
intensity was frightening.  If Alan got her naked, who knows what would
happen?  Alan's hands were warm on her exposed back as he tried to find a
way to release her from the glorious confines of her costume.



   "No zipper!" he grunted as their lips parted.  "How the hell did you get
into this thing?" His hands tried to slip under the glossy red surface, but
it was so tight against her skin that he could only get his fingertips
tantalizingly under it.  "Bob, I need to see you naked!" He managed to get
his index finger to slip to the second knuckle down the cleft of her
bottom, but that was as far as he could go.



   Bobbie was starting to panic.  She was going to be a guy again in just
three days!  She couldn't let things go too far out of control now!  Thank
goodness the suit was acting as a kind of high tech chastity belt.  It's
impenetrable nature was just what she needed to back up her faltering
willpower.  She was absolutely safe as long as Alan couldn't figure out how
to undress her!  She kissed him again, almost savagely, probing his sweet
cool mouth with her tongue.



   When Alan began to struggle out of his own costume, Bobbie helped him.
That was safe enough.  "Oh God, Bob, get undressed too!" he begged, as his
engorged member proudly sprang free.  "I need this!  I, I need you!"



   "This is enough." Bobbie moaned as she ran her fingers lovingly along
his shaft.  "I, I can't let things get crazy!"



   "Bob, I'm already crazy!  You gotta do something before I die!"



   "You won't die!" she laughed huskily.  "You, you might make a mess on my
costume though!"



   Alan moaned when she knelt before him and lovingly kissed the head of
his straining penis.  "Oh God!  Bob, you're so damn hot in that getup, but
I have to see you out of it!"



   Bobbie was beginning to tremble as she stood back up.  Trying to stop
herself was useless.  The words just tumbled out on their own.  "My boots!"
she gasped.  "Help me out of my boots!  I, I need something in the right
one!"



   Hands on her shoulders, Alan guided her to the bed and firmly sat her
down.  "Give me your foot!" he ordered as he stood proudly naked before
her.



   "I shouldn't!  I shouldn't!" she whimpered, as she lifted first her left
foot, and then her right.  "We have to calm down!" Alan had no trouble
slipping the gaudy boots off of her feet even as she continued to protest.
"Alan, I, I'll do a blow job, b-but that's it.  I forgot the olive oil!  We
can't do a titty-fuck!"



   Alan's voice sounded husky, but much more authoritative then normal. 
"We'll think of something." he looked over her cosplay foot-gear.



   Bobbie moaned, the sound was a mix of fear and desire.  "That, that's
what I'm afraid of!"



   "Right boot?" Alan examined it, and discovered how to slide a metal and
plastic cylinder from the hidden compartment.  "What's this do?"



   Bobbie had to calm down!  Alan didn't know what the molecular key was,
or how it worked.  She was still safe in the protection of the suit as long
as she maintained the status quo.  "What's that?" she asked weakly.  "Um,
nothing.  It's just part of the outfit."



   Alan pressed the single button.  The device beeped a few musical tones.
"It's not part of the outfit.  I've seen every episode of "Battling
Princess Rio" too.  Nobody has any kind of rod like this in the show." He
pressed the button again and listened to the tones.  "That's not random."
He tapped it against the nightstand, and then attempted to unscrew the
base.



   "Don't break it!" Bobbie cried.  "I don't want to be stuck in cosplay
until my sister can come here!" Her eyes opened wide.  "Um, I mean, Wendy
made that, don't break it on her!"



   "Stuck in cosplay?" Alan may not be related to a mad super genius, but
he wasn't stupid, either.  "There's no zipper on that getup.  Wendy
invented something, didn't she?"



   "Uh oh!" In a split second, Alan was on the bed with her.  "Wait!" she
squealed through her laughter as he rubbed the end of the cylindrical
device over her.  "L-Let's talk this over!" They rolled all over the bed as
Bobbie struggled to prevent him from finding the right spot to press the
key against.  She struggled, but cursed herself too.  She could very easily
just shove Alan off of her and say NO, but somehow she couldn't make
herself seriously try and stop him.



   Alan loved rubbing the flashlight shaped device over the glistening
material over his buddy's amazing breasts, but soon logic made him try a
new approach.  One hand around her slender waist, he brought the device to
the back of her neck.  "Eureka!" he shouted, as the material parted.



   "Oh shoot!" Bobbie moaned, as their struggling took on a more urgent
tone.  "Slow down!" she gasped, as Alan pulled and tugged at her outfit,
slowly but steadily exposing her quivering breasts.



   "I need to see all of you!" he groaned, as he worked on freeing her
arms.



   "Alan, oh Alan!" she whimpered, unable to prevent herself from assisting
in her disrobing.  "We can't!" she cried, as she extended her arms so he
could slide the sleeves down and off of her.  "It's too crazy!  We, we have
to stop!"



   "Stand up, Bob!" he ordered firmly.



   Blushing quite pink, Bobbie couldn't help herself.  She popped up right
to her feet, and put her hands on Alan's shoulders to steady herself as he
tugged the material off of her firm round bottom, and down her long shapely
legs.  "We can't do this." she muttered, as she lifted first one foot, and
then the other so he could finish stripping her.



   "Calm down Bob, I won't hurt you!"



   "Oh no!  Oh no!" she whimpered.  Since she gave him that first blowjob
and titty fuck two weeks ago, this was the first time they were both
completely naked together.



   Alan was still on his knees before her.  He was staring right at the
glory between her thighs.  "Oh God!  Bob, I, I need to taste you!" He got
up and pushed her unresisting body onto the bed.  She fell back with a
squeak of fearful surprise, and then he scrambled after, and placed his
face just over her.  "So beautiful!" he breathed, before lowering his face.



   "Alan!" Bobbie felt a sensation like none she had ever dreamed of!  Her
fingers had gently explored her new self quite often in the last two weeks,
but nothing could compare to a tongue softly gliding over those silken
lips! "Oh, this, this is okay!  Yes Alan, give me a blowjob too!"



   He nearly choked and lifted his face.  "Bob, that's not what it's called
when you go down on a girl!  Don't say that!  There's no way I'd put a dick
in my mouth!  This is Cunnilingus!  Don't you read porn?"



   Her heart ached at his declaration.  What would happen to them when she
changed back to normal?  What will he think if he knew she still would
accept him into her mouth as a guy?  Still, emotions, hormones, or whatever
were controlling the moment.  "Oh God, I don't care what it's called!" she
cried.  "Do it some more, please!"



   "You couldn't stop me." he growled as he lowered his face and resumed
his gentle explorations.



   Bobbie shuddered.  That sounded almost like a threat!  She'd ignore it,
oh God this felt so good, but she would certainly stop him if he tried to
do more!  She pulled her heels back closer to her bottom, raising her knees
high and spreading them wantonly wide.



   "Oh shit, Alan, how are you doing this?  How are you making me feel so
good?" A fiery thought raced through her fevered mind.  "Who did you do
this with?  I thought you were a virgin too!  Somebody showed you how to do
this!"



   He looked up at her, his lips and chin glistening with her honey.  "I am
a virgin, dummy!  I, uh, my cousin used to, um, well, she'd threaten to
beat me up if I didn't go down on her when she was between girlfriends.  I
had to get out of her room and go jerk off after.  She would have killed me
if I even thought about pulling down my pants!"



   "Donna the Dyke?" The burst of jealously faded.  It was okay if it was
only Donna!  The bossy, beautiful, loud, proud and self proclaimed Dyke was
cool!  "She tried to get me to hook her up with Wendy once.  She offered me
five hundred dollars if I got her in Wendy's panties.  Hell, she said the
deal was also good if I got her with mom." Bobbie smiled sweetly.  "Donna
must have been a good teacher.  Could, could you, um, go back to what you
were doing?"



   Alan moved forward, but paused.  "Say it.  Say what you want, Bob." He
demanded in a rough voice.



   Bobbie whimpered again.  "Alan, eat me!  Please, eat me some more!"



   Alan didn't have to be asked twice.  He used to love going down on
Donna, despite the threat of violence, but it was so much better with Bob!
His buddy's musky warmth tasted even better then that of his cousin!  Maybe
it was because Bob didn't smoke, not even the occasional recreational
blunt. He savored the salty tang as his tongue grew more aggressive.



   Bobbie moaned.  Alan's tongue was trying to go deep inside her, and it
was wonderful!  Wonderful grew to be too mild of a word when he turned his
attentions to her almost embarrassingly large clitoris.  She let out a wail
when his lips sealed around the firmly engorged pink jewel, and his tongue
began to flutter against and around it as he gently sucked.



   When Bobbie began to thrash on the bed, it was all Alan could do to keep
her hips pinned down as he continued his oral ministrations.  Grabbing the
bedding with her left fist, Bobbie began to cry out.  The toes of both feet
curled just as tightly while her right hand grabbed Alan's glorious red
hair.



   "Oh God!" she screamed.  Fingers never prepared her for this!  "I'm
gonna die!  It's so good I'm gonna die!" Words failed her as her back
arched and she thrust her bottom upwards, firmer against her best friend's
talented mouth.  Bobbie just screamed.  It was a sound of glory and triumph
as her body was wracked by joyous convulsive spasms.



   Alan's face was drenched when his hair was finally released from the
grip of his friend's tugging hand.  Sure it had hurt a bit, but knowing he
had done a good job was worth having a few strands of hair nearly yanked
from his scalp.  He looked up, mesmerized by the motion that breathless
panting was imparting to those fantastic breasts.  "How was that?" he asked
softly.



   Bobbie was dazed for a moment.  This had confirmed what her own
experimenting fingertips had told her.  "Alan, it was fantastic!  Thank
you!" she couldn't help it.  A very girly giggle slipped out.  "I can tell
you right now that it's a fact.  When a girl cums, it feels so much better
then as a guy!" The silvery laughter was louder.  "It lasts longer, too.  I
really thought I was going to pass out or something!"



   The proud young man wiped his chin, and grinning, licked his friend's
copious fluids from his fingers.  "Donna said that any girl would thank her
for how well she trained me."



   Bobbie grinned back.  "She's right.  I'm putting her on my Christmas
card list this year!" She blinked rapidly, or was she batting her eyes
sexily?  "Alan, be a friend, would you?" She took a deep breath.  "Could,
could you make me feel that again?  Um, since the "Event", once just isn't
enough any more!  I can orgasm like that a whole bunch of times in one
night.  If you do me some more, I'll suck you off real good, and, uh, let
you squirt it all in my face and hair.  You know you like that!  I've seen
some of your bukkake downloads!"



   He would like that, but time was running out.  Monday was approaching
too damn fast!  It was now or never!  He scrambled up over her.  "I'll make
you feel batter!" he swore, as he kissed engorged erect nipples.



   Bobbie's eyes opened wide.  "Alan, no!" she squealed, clamping her
trembling legs tightly together as he lay over her.  His lips felt hot on
her breasts, and the hard presence pressing against her thighs made her
mind spin.  "That's too much!  You're my best friend!  Remember, I'm really
a guy!  We can't let it go too far!"



   He wedged a knee between those beautiful legs, and levered them apart.
"Bob, you'll wonder for the rest of your life if we don't try!  Just think!
You'll be the only guy in the history of the Human Race to know exactly
what a girl feels when she loses her virginity!"



   "But we can't!  That, that's just too weird!" Oh God, Alan was right! 
For the rest of time, she would wonder!  This was Alan though!  Destroying
any hope of returning to their old friendship on Monday was too big a price
to pay!



   The two friends began to wrestle on the bed.  Bobbie was in a panic. 
Alan was fighting to gain what he really wanted, and she was fighting to
prevent what she really wanted.  It meant she was destined to lose, and she
knew it!  "STOP!" she cried, managing to at least get on top of him.  "Let
me think!"



   Using his last shred of self control, Alan managed to stop himself.  He
held his friend tightly by the arms, but he refrained from trying to force
himself on her.  "Bob, you know you'll always wish you did it!  This is an
opportunity you have to take!"



   Bobbie looked down at the hard penis jutting up before her as she
straddled his muscular legs.  What would it feel like if that huge thing
went up inside her?  "It, it'll hurt!" she whimpered.  "I read all the
stories online.  Girls sometimes hurt a lot when they pop their cherries!"



   "Are you saying a man can't take what a woman can?" That wasn't fair,
but Alan was desperate to join with the woman of his dreams.  "Just put it
in for a minute, that way you'll always know men can take it too!"



   She stared at the throbbing erect penis.  "Alan, swear to me!  Swear to
me right now!"



   "What?"



   "Swear you'll never tell anyone anything that happens tonight!" She
gulped, knowing she would sound crazy.  "Especially to that, um, other
Bobby!  Never mention it!  Never talk about it!  Never even hint to, uh,
him, that anything ever happened!  I know I, uh, he won't say a word.  As
far as he's concerned, he'll pretend to have no memory of the last two
weeks!  He'll be the same old guy he always was.  No changes!  I'll go
away, and he'll come back!  Everything will go right back to normal!  Now
swear it!"



   "Oh God, Bob, I swear it!" he cried.  "Just for tonight!  It'll just be
a crazy hook up at a Con with, with your, uh, his cousin!  I swear I'll
never say a word about it for as long as I live!"



   Before she could change her mind, Bobbie lifted her butt a little off of
his legs, and shuffled around a bit on her knees.  She nervously grasped
the penis she had grown so fond of sucking, and placed the bulbous head
right where they both wanted it to go.  This was the last time she would be
able to be with Alan like this.  Come Monday, it would be as if Bobbie had
died.  Bobby would return, and somehow she would try and forget all the new
feelings she had for Alan.  She thought she would most likely end up being
a homosexual, but she would never ever let Alan ever suspect anything was
different between them!



   Alan groaned when long delicate fingers grasped his erection.  He felt
like he was saying goodbye.  Bob would be normal again by Monday night and
for the rest of his life he would try and forget how good his buddy's mouth
had felt on his cock.  It was such a shame they wouldn't be able to keep
even that.  Alan knew his friend was straight, even after all the things
they had done these last couple of weeks.  There was no chance that Bob
would want to suck him once he was a man again!



   Bobbie nervously bit her lower lip.  "I, I'm gonna do it now!" she
announced, while bearing down on the hardness wedged against her labia.  At
first, her body resisted.  Her heart pounded as she increased the pressure.
Suddenly, she let out a little gasping squeak as she felt something no man
ever born had known.  Bobbie felt a sudden stab of pain as her hymen tore!
The head of Alan's cock popped right through the breached barrier, and she
was no longer virgin!



   "It, it wasn't too bad." she said softly as she settled slowly onto him.
"Oh God, Alan, you're so deep inside me!" she cried, when she realized she
had taken all of what he had to give her.  That wonderful penis was
completely within her body!



   The most exquisite warmth he had ever experienced enveloped Alan's
penis. "Oh Bob, you're so tight!  I, I can't believe how hot you are
inside!"



   Bobbie sat perfectly still, her fevered body impaled fully on Alan's
hardness.  "My cherry was popped!" she said with a thrill of excitement in
her voice.  "It didn't hurt that much, really." She took a deep breath. 
"Okay, I, I should get off of you now."



   Alan looked up at his friend.  The worried yet smiling face was almost
glowing with some heavenly inner light.  They stayed motionless.  "You, you
should get off now, Bob." He breathed, as his hands went to those glorious
breasts and cupped them gently.



   "I should!" Bobbie moaned, as her body began to move all on its own.  "I
know what it feels like now, um, that, that should be enough!" She rose and
fell on his shaft, instinctually giving her hips a slow sensuous rolling
motion.  She braced her hands on his well muscled chest.  "I, I'm gonna
stop right now!" she said firmly, as her hips began to move faster.  "I
mean it.  I'm really stopping!"



   Mesmerized, Alan watched in awe as the beautiful woman rode him.  For
all her talk, she gave no sign of stopping.  If anything, her movements
were taking on a determined, almost frenzied pace!



   "Why can't I stop?" Bobbie gasped as she started tossing her head from
side to side.  "Alan, I must be insane!  I, I need to stop before things
get too crazy!"



   Before they get too crazy?  Alan thought that line had been crossed the
first time the head of his penis passed between those pretty pouty lips! 
He'd never breathe a word of that though, for his friend's sake.  His
wildly spinning mind began trying to justify what he was thinking.  If he
refused to stop, Bob wouldn't need to feel any shame or blame for what
happened!  He tried very hard to concentrate on that, and not the soul
burning need he had to cum deep inside of his boyhood friend.  All other
thoughts faded away.  Alan was aware of only one thing.  He had to act
fast, before Bob's willpower overcame desire!



   "What?  No!" Bobbie cried as Alan suddenly pulled her down to him, and
rolled over on top of her.  "I, I was stopping!  I was just about to get
off and suck you!" she cried, neither of them believing the lie as she
gasped it.  We gotta stop!" she cried, as Alan began to powerfully thrust
into her.



   "You need to experience it all!" Alan said in a shaky whispery voice. 
"You'd always wonder if we didn't finish!"



   The hardness continued to push in and out of her.  Bobbie whimpered and
mewled with each impalement and found herself bucking upward, trying to
recapture him at each withdrawal.  "We went too far!" she cried, as her
arms slipped her arms around his broad back and held him tight.  "Oh Alan,
we, we need to stop this!"



   His buddy's massive breasts squeezed tight against his chest.  Alan
kissed those lovely lips.  "You need to feel this!" he whispered as he
continued toward their joined pleasure.  "Bob, how could you stop without
knowing?"



   Bobbie whimpered.  Alan was right, but this was so wrong!  They'd been
best friends forever, how could they ruin that for just this one time?  Her
breathing was growing ragged.  "We, we need, no!  We are stopping!" she
shouted with every ounce of determination she could bring forth.  The
effect was quite a bit lessened when her long shapely legs locked tightly
around him.  "We need to stop!  Alan, you can't make me cum like this!"
They writhed together, Bobbie clinging to him as if life itself depended on
it.  A thrilling yet fearful thought managed to make itself known in her
confused passion clouded mind.  He was going to ejaculate inside of her! 
How could she go back to being a man if she experienced that?  "Please
Alan, if, if you pull out now, I'll suck you!"



   There was no way he could pull out now, and they both knew it.  Even if
he wanted to, a swimmer's strong supple limbs held them locked in their
fevered embrace.  Alan's hips thrust wildly.  He was fucking the girl of
his dreams!  His very first time, and he was making love to the most
beautiful creature he had ever met!  This one time would be the last time,
and then he'd never see his gorgeous Goddess again!  There was no way he
could let this end!



   Bobbie whimpered as she felt it begin deep within her.  "Oh no!" she
cried.  "Alan, don't!  Stop!  You're gonna make me, Oh my God, Alan,
please! Don't stop!" Bobbie lost all pretence of wanting to end this.  She
lost all ability to think beyond this wondrous moment!  "Alan, oh Alan!"
she cried, and then began to scream and wail as her body started to
convulse in its joy!



   Alan was so close to the edge.  He tried to hold on, but the tight
sheath enveloping his cock began to ripple and clasp at him.  That was far
too much!  He grunted as his buddy screamed, and he thrust in one last
time. The head of his cock bottomed out, and he felt the first contraction
deep inside of himself as he began to spurt!



   Bobbie writhed, clinging to Alan as her body succumbed to feelings that
made even being licked pale in comparison!  She felt the hardness inside of
her twitch pulse and throb.  They were going together!  His semen was
pumping into her, as her body trembled in orgasmic bliss.  His penis fit
her so well!  The head was nestled firmly against her cervix, as with each
beat of his heart, another thick gooey spurt of sperm filled semen was
expelled by his rigidly trembling body.



   When the timeless bliss that held them both finally released them, the
friends lay panting in each other's arms.  "Bob are, are you okay?" Alan
asked softly, postcoital clarity clearing his mind.  "Oh shit!  Bob, I'm
sorry!  I just couldn't stop!"



   Bobbie sighed.  She put a hand over his mouth.  "Sorry about what?" she
gave him a rueful smile.  "If I really, REALLY wanted too, I could have
thrown you across the room and you know it!" She giggled.  "I guess I
didn't want to." She sighed again.  Um, Alan, could you get off of me?  I
gotta go pee!"



   He rolled off of her, his still semi-erect cock slowly pulling out with
a soft wet slurping sound.  Semi-erect went to full readiness when he saw
the vast amount of fluid oozing out of his friend.  "Oh wow, now that's
hot!"



   Blushing prettily, Bobbie smiled.  "Why thank you Alan!  You're pretty
hot looking too!" She glanced down and suddenly knew what he was talking
about.  "Oh shit!" she squealed, clamping a hand between her legs.  Frothy
white semen, laced with quite a bit of bright red blood was simply poring
out of her onto the bedspread.  "Oh my God, they'll know what we did!" she
slipped off of the bed, and sort of waddled as she tried to head for the
bathroom with her hands between her legs.  "Oh fuckin' hell!  The maid will
know you popped my cherry!  They, they'll probably charge us extra to clean
the spread!"



   "Calm down Bob!" Alan grinned wickedly as he grabbed her and pushed her
back to the bed.  "I'll clean you up!"



   "Oh Alan!" Bobbie squealed again, as once again that precious talented
tongue caressed and explored her womanhood.



   The next morning, well, mid afternoon, make that late afternoon, Bobbie
woke up with a start.  "Oh shit!  Alan, wake up!  We're missing the Con!"
She looked at the bedside clock.  "Fuck!  It's already almost three!  Why
didn't you wake me?"



   Alan opened his eyes.  "Huh?  I thought you set up a wake-up call." He
grinned.  "Don't blame me though.  You wore me out.  I think it was that
last time, when you had me do it with you leaning over the table, and
looking out of the window that did it."



   Bobbie blushed.  After that first time, and Alan's gentle way of
cleaning up the creamy pie mess he gave her, they had gone a little crazy.
She was secretly quite impressed that Alan managed to cum inside of her
five times before they finally went to sleep.  Where did he get that
stamina?  Before the "Event" had changed her, Bobbie could only manage to
jerk off to ejaculation three or four times a day, and that was spread out
over the entire day!  Her blush deepened.  She had lost count of how many
times she had hit the big "O", after the first ten!



   "Damn, I need to take a shower!" she sighed as she slipped off of the
bed.  They had slept on top of the spread after that first messy time, but
she had insisted on slipping a towel under her butt after that.  "That
wasn't my best idea." She couldn't help giggling as she looked at the nasty
stain on the white towel.  "We shoulda just messed up the spread more." She
thought for a minute.  "I'm stealing that towel!  I'll throw it away at
home.  Alan, while I'm showering, see if you can figure out how we can get
that mess off of the bedspread!"



   "Ew, I don't want to touch that!"



   "Jeeze Alan, you were licking it out of me all damn night!"



   "Hey, that was fresh!" he laughed.  "Does semen go bad?"



   "Oh shut up!"



   "Seriously Bob, are you sure you're okay, um, down there?"



   She gingerly touched herself.  There was a mess of dried crusty semen,
along with a few streaks of blood on her thighs.  Bobbie grinned.  She had
only a slight, almost pleasant soreness letting her know that had been well
and truly deflowered the night before.  "I'm fine.  The bleeding's all
stopped, and I feel great!"



   Alan grinned hopefully.  "In that case, um, Bob, before you wash up?"



   They didn't get out of the hotel room until nearly seven o'clock.



   For the rest of the convention, the two friends did their best not to
think about Monday, and what it would bring, or maybe take away from them.
They watched videos with all the other fans, they played anime based trivia
games, and they bought far too much anime merchandize in the dealer's room.
All the swag they acquired of course necessitated running back up to the
room many times.  Once the door closed, clothes flew everywhere and it took
them quite some time to regain their composure and return to the Con.



   Late Sunday afternoon, Wendy paced back and forth in the living room,
worrying about her sibling.  "Mom, I'm afraid there will be emotional harm
to both of them!  Oh God, I wish I had begun work on that anti-gravity idea
I've been kicking around."



   "Bobbie is strong!" Alyssa stated firmly.  "I am positive everything
will work out for the very best!"



   Lance peered through the curtains for the hundredth time, his fiancée's
concern fueling his.  "Everything will be fine, honey." He assured her.  "I
have everything I need at your lab.  If you really can control the energy
fields after the transfer, the restructuring to male should be smoother and
less traumatic then the initial change."



   "If I can control it, Lance?" Wendy gave an impatient sniff.  "I KNOW I
can control it.  Don't tell me I can't!  I've been bouncing mice from boy
to girl and back again since Bobbie left for his convention.  The poor
things are confused as hell, but physically they're perfectly normal lab
mice." She tapped her forehead, and then her chest.  "I'm worried about
what happens here and here!  What will Bobbie think once it's over?  How
will Bobbie handle this emotionally?"



   Alyssa put down her coffee and rushed to her daughter's side.  "Baby,
you're still blaming yourself.  None of this was your fault!  Don't snap at
Lance like that."



   "I know, I know!" Wendy felt the tears threatening to spill forth.  "I'm
just so worried!  Lance, forgive me?"



   He laughed.  "Forgive what?  There's nothing to forgive, my love." He
closed the curtain.  "They just pulled up.  From the looks of it,
everything is okay with them so far."



   "What do you mean?" Wendy joined him at the window, and couldn't help
giggling when she peeked.  "Oh my!  Mom, check this out.  Bobbie and Alan
are making out something fierce!"



   Alyssa ran upstairs, and returned in a moment with her digitally
amplified binoculars.  "Move aside!  Let the queen of stake-outs have a
look!" She focused on the little car parked at the curb.  "Goodness me,
Bobbie's giving Alan some serious tongue, and he has his hand down the
front of her dress!"



   Wendy couldn't help herself.  "Mom!" she cried, snatching the
electro-optical device from her mother.  "Peeking's one thing!  Don't be a
pervert about it!"



   Blissfully unaware of the spectators behind the fluttering curtains,
Bobbie sighed as their lips parted.  "I, I guess this is it." She said
softly as she composed herself, and buttoned her dress.  "Alan, thank you
so much.  I, I want to say goodbye now."



   "Bob, I'm glad Wendy is setting things right for you, but, I have to say
this." He sniffed, desperately trying not to cry in front of his friend. 
"I'm happy for you, but God, I'll miss you!" He shook his head.  "I mean
I'll miss THIS you!" He suddenly threw open the car door.  "Tell Wendy she
can have the damn car back.  I, I don't want it any more!"



   Bobbie watched Alan walk down the street, hands in his pockets, staring
at the sidewalk in front of him.  She started to call him back.  He forgot
all of the DVDs and whatnot he bought.  Then she realized that everything
he had paid for was the stuff she had wanted and picked out.  He had bought
it all for her.  "Oh Alan, this me will miss you too!" she whispered, tears
running down her cheeks.



   After sitting and crying in the car for nearly a half hour, Bobbie
screwed up her courage and walked slowly up the driveway to the front door.
Actually it was more of a stagger as she lugged two suitcases and numerous
bags of goodies.



   She was aware that Wendy, mom, and even Lance the Doctor staring at her.
Bobbie very carefully placed the bags on the floor, and then ran upstairs.
She came down a few minutes later.  The vintage dress she had been wearing
was replaced by baggy sweat clothes.  At least the shirt would be baggy in
a little while.  Right now it fit distressingly tight over her ample
cleavage.



   Bobbie took a deep breath.  "Wendy, I don't want to wait for tomorrow!
Let's get this over with right now!"



   "Sure kiddo.  I'm all ready for you."



   The four of them got into Alyssa's Cadillac, and headed out.  Bobbie was
watching, and saw Alan as they passed him.  Her friend hadn't even waited
for the bus.  He slowly ambled along, in the general direction of his
apartment building six miles away.



   "Honey?" Alyssa asked softly.  "Maybe we should pick Alan up.  I bet
he'd like to be there to give you moral support."



   "No!" Bobbie shouted.  "I, I'm sorry mom.  I'm okay, really." She
bravely held back her tears.  "I, I'll see him tomorrow."



   Lance patted Bobbie's hand.  "Hey kid, everything will be fine.  Your
sister is all set, and I have everything ready to help ease you back to
normal."



   "Normal, yeah." Bobbie sighed.  What the hell did normal even mean any
more?  She looked up.  "Okay, let's get me turned back to normal!  The
faster I get back to being a guy, the faster I can forget about this whole
stupid mess!"



   They trooped up to the warehouse.  Officer Michaels admitted them with a
smile.  "Family gathering I see.  Hello Mrs.  Shay, nice to see you again.
I saw Captain Andrews just the other day." He gave her a saucy wink.  "I
hear he almost caught some nasty exhibitionist in the act at the park a
couple weeks ago."



   Alyssa grinned.  "What a shame.  Did they recover any evidence?"



   Officer Michaels laughed.  "Just a pair of silk panties draped over the
railing around the duck pond, Ma'am."



   "Oh, that's were they ended up, um, I mean maybe next time he'll be more
lucky."



   The gruff older man laughed.  "Maybe next time some hot to trot ex-cop
will remember not to stand too close to a streetlight while enjoying her
retirement.  Captain Andrews has very good eyesight."



   "Oh shit!  I suppose everyone is talking about me back at the station
again!"



   He held up his right hand, finger and thumb almost touching.  "Maybe
just a little bit.  I talked to Rita.  She says that if somebody stops by
the evidence locker in the next week or two after the heat blows over, she
has a little gift to give you."



   "Oh hell!" Alyssa laughed.  "I guess I better go.  Those damn panties
were my favorite!"



   "Mother!" Wendy giggled.  "You are such a tramp!  Come on.  We're here
to help Bobbie, not talk about your glorious conquests in the park!"



   As they filed past and headed down the hall, even Bobbie smiled a little
at the obvious interest officer Michaels had in Doc Lance.  The smile froze
a little, when Bobbie realized that she too thought the big muscular man
was sexy as hell.  Would her orientation slip back after she was changed?
Bobbie sighed.  It didn't really matter.  She was fine with the idea of
being gay.  She just wished Alan would be the one to stay in her life if
she was!



   Wendy led them into the lab.  "Everything's set, Kiddo." She smiled
kindly.  "I know it's embarrassing, but it's just for safety's sake. 
Please get undressed, and take a quick shower.  I want no chance of
extraneous DNA hitching a ride on your body and confusing things again. 
Nothing bad will happen this time though.  The machine will simply shut
down until I can reset it."



   Bobbie glanced at the emergency shower in the corner of the spacious
room.  She felt her face go warm.  "Um, Lance, could, could you please turn
around?"



   The big man looked startled.  "Oh, yes, of course!  I won't peek."



   Wendy looked at her intended groom and grinned.  "You better not, big
boy!"



   She hurried out of her clothes.  "I won't need these any more!" she said
almost sadly as she tossed her pretty red bra and panties aside.  She
stepped into the shower and pulled the large handle to start the water
flowing.  Thank Goodness the water was warm!  It was still embarrassing to
shower in front of mom and Wendy, but she guessed it needed to be done.  It
didn't help that mom was staring right at her, nodding as if she approved
of how her body looked while wet.  Bobbie lathered up with the scentless
antibacterial soap she found, and did a swift but careful job in cleansing
her body.



   "I'm ready sis." Bobbie said shyly.  "Do I need to dry off?"



   "No, the water is sterile.  It won't cause any harm." Wendy gestured
towards her machine.  "Just stand on the dais, just like you did last time.
This will be over before you know it!"



   Hanging her head, Bobbie trudged to the small round platform.  She
stepped up onto it, and sighed.  "I'm ready.  Energize!"



   Wendy started the sequence.  All the indicators read green and go.  She
activated the scanning sub-routine.  "Oh crap!" she uttered as red lights
began flashing, and a loud klaxon began to sound.  "System shut down.  The
computer detected a secondary DNA pattern again.  Let me check things out
and then we can reset."



   Careful not to touch anyone or anything, Bobbie joined his sister at the
controls.  "I washed really good sis." She said.  "What's wrong?"



   Wendy's eyes opened wide as she checked her readouts.  "Bobbie, um, I
have to tell you something.  You have to be strong, okay?"



   "I, um, sure sis!  What's going on?" She gulped dramatically.  "Am, am I
sick or something?"



   "No, you're almost disgustingly healthy." Wendy smiled sweetly. 
"Washing wouldn't have helped eliminate this secondary DNA source.  Bobbie,
I have to tell you.  You're pregnant.  I'd say at least twelve hours along,
estimating by the position of the fertilized egg in your fallopian tube. 
It's just a single cell right now, but it has a distinct and unique DNA
trace."



   Bobbie opened her eyes wide.  "Oh shit!  I knew we should have used
condoms, uh, I mean how could that happen?"



   Alyssa smiled.  "Bobbie dear, you aren't in trouble.  It's perfectly
okay if you and your friend decided to, um, take a test drive."



   "Mother!" Bobbie and Wendy shouted together.



   Averting his eyes, Lance moved a little closer.  "What happens now,
sweetheart?"



   Wendy sighed.  "Everybody needs to stand back.  I have to pull the
mother-board from the control center.  I have to manually reset it.  It may
take me an hour or two.  This is delicate work, and I don't want to fry the
board.  It took me over nine months to build this one, and I don't have a
backup."



   Watching as Wendy donned protective anti-static gloves, Bobbie was torn
by all the new and strange feelings running through her.  "Will it be safe
to change me back?" she asked with a glint of hope.  "Does being, uh,
pregnant ruin my chances of turning back into a guy?"



   Wendy took the board over to her workbench, and mounted it in a holding
bracket.  "No, it's okay.  Once I reset the board, everything will be fine.
It's only one cell.  Your body will have no trouble absorbing it, once I
instruct the system to ignore that particular DNA sequence."



   Nobody seemed to notice as Bobbie stood there, breathing raggedly.  Not
even thinking, she ran naked across the room.  "Get away!" she cried, as
she shoved Wendy to the floor.  Bobbie saw a hammer hanging in its place on
the wall.  She snatched it up without thinking.  "The machine is broken!"
she cried as she raised the hammer high.



   Lance lunged to make a grab at Bobbie's raised arm, but Alyssa grabbed
his instead.  "Let her be." She whispered as Bobbie struck out.



   Arm over her face to protect her eyes, Bobbie rained blow after blow
onto the delicate circuitry as she screamed out in rage.  "I hate this
machine!" she sobbed, but kept on striking.  "I hate it!  I never want to
see it again for the rest of my life!" Splinters of board flew everywhere
as irreplaceable components twisted and smashed.  "I'm normal now!  I am!
This stupid machine isn't normal!"



   "Bobbie, it's okay!" Wendy said softly as her sister continued to bash
the hammer onto the now completely destroyed board.  "The machine is
broken. I can't fix it, and I can't change you back."



   Bobbie dropped the hammer and just stood there sobbing, body shaking as
tears streamed down her lovely face.  "I, I'm sorry!" she wailed.  "Oh God,
I want to stay like this!  I want to stay being a girl forever!"



   Alyssa rushed to her younger daughter, and held her tightly.  "Of course
you want to stay like this!" she kissed the sobbing girl.  "We all want
whatever you want, sweetheart!"



   "You're, you're not mad at me, mommy?" Bobbie sobbed against her
mother's breast, sounding like a child.  "You, you don't think I'm weird or
messed up because I wanna stay being a pretty girl?"



   "Sweetheart, I love my beautiful daughters!" Alyssa proclaimed joyfully.
"There's nothing weird or strange about it.  I'm so very lucky to have the
two most charming and beautiful daughters any mother would be proud to
have!"



   Wendy tapped her sister on the shoulder.  "Kiddo, I was hoping you'd
make this decision.  I swear to you right now.  Anson MacDonald has given
up all research on matter transmission, as entirely too impractical.  The
remaining equipment will be broken down and cannibalized for parts.  I
guarantee that this machine will never function again.  I'm destroying all
notes and diagrams too.  It may be a century before anyone stumbles on my
technique.  Nobody on this Earth will ever be able to change my pretty
little sister into a man!  I stake my reputation as a Mad Scientist on it!"
She grinned.  "How does that sound to you, kiddo?"



   Bobbie wiped the tears from her eyes.  "Oh sis, that sounds wonderful!
I'm sorry I knocked you down." Her eyes opened wide with sudden
realization. "Oh crap!  I'm knocked up!  What do I do now?"



   Alyssa laughed.  "Have a baby, that's what!  Here's a warning though. 
Nobody better let me hear them calling me grandma!"



   The naked young woman pulled away from her mother.  "I gotta find Alan!
I need to find him right now!" She ran for the door.  "Mom, throw me the
keys!  I'll go get him!  He's still walking home.  I have to tell him I'm
staying!"



   Lance couldn't help laughing.  "Try getting dressed first, Bobbie.  Do
you want to get picked up by the cops, like your mother?"



   They all laughed when Bobbie squealed and made a dive for her discarded
clothes.  "Lance, don't look at me!  I'm naked!"



   "I noticed." He said, as Wendy punched his arm.



   The big Cadillac cruised slowly down the road, tracing the route they
had used to get to the lab.  Bobbie fidgeted nervously.  She had no idea
what she would say to him, she just knew in her heart that she needed to
see Alan as soon as possible!  "Stop the car!" she cried, spotting the lone
figure trudging along.  "Oh mom, pull over!"



   The car didn't even come to a complete stop when Bobbie threw open the
door and leapt out.  She ran down the sidewalk.  "Alan!  Alan, I'm still
here!  I'm not leaving!"



   He slowly turned, joy and wonder lighting his face brighter then the
setting sun.  "You're not going?" he asked softly, as the most beautiful
girl in the world ran towards him, wearing ratty old sweat clothes.



   "I'm pregnant, so I smashed the machine." She shouted, as if that made
perfect logical sense.  "I'm staying like this for the rest of my life!"



   Alan dropped to his knees.  When the girl of his dreams drew close, he
grabbed her hands in an almost painful grip.  A sob tore from his throat.
"Bobbie, I love you!" he shouted to the world.  "You're my best friend, and
I love you with all my heart and soul!  I never want you to leave me! 
Please God, say you'll marry me!"



   "Oh, yes!" she cried, never noticing the blaring horns, cheers and
applause from the cars piling up in a traffic jam thanks to her mother just
stopping in the middle of the road.  "Yes Alan!  I love you so much, and I
want to be your wife!"



   "Oh, thank you!" he sobbed in heartfelt joy.  His eyes opened wide. 
"Did you say, pregnant?"



   Bobbie blushed prettily.  "I, um, I did.  Please don't be mad.  We
shoulda bought some condoms.  I just didn't think of it."



   Alan had a rather silly grin on his face.  "You're pregnant?  You're
pregnant!" He jumped to his feet and pulled his beloved to him.  "You've
seen my porn collection." He whispered in her ear.



   Bobbie giggled.  "I know.  I also remember a certain someone telling,
uh, that other Bobbie, how you love pregnant women with big ol' titties."
She giggled again.  "We're going to have a family!" she playfully pressed
her breast against him.  "Just think how big these puppies will be when
they're full of milk!"



   Alan laughed.  "I just got a big raise at work, too.  We got the
contract to begin decommissioning all the power pylons in the area since
the last power plants have finally shut down.  That's tons of steel and
copper ripe for the recycling!" he kissed her again.  "I guess what I'm
saying is, I'm buying us a big house just as soon as I can!  We need a lot
of bedrooms.  I'm gonna keep you barefoot and pregnant, Bobbie!"



   "I'll give you a big family." Bobbie promised with a sparkle in her
eyes. "You'll be in charge of dairy inspection.  Your job will be to sample
my milk, and tell me if it tastes different from one pregnancy to the next,
okay?"



   Alan strained against his jeans.  "Oh God, Bobbie, you're getting me so
hard!"



   "Excuse me, young lady." Alyssa called from the car.  "I think it's
wonderful that you two are so happy, but do you really need to keep
shouting about your private preggy fetishes on the side of the road? 
Everyone can hear you, you know."



   Blushing beet red, Bobbie grabbed Alan's arm and dragged him to the car.
"Sorry mom!" she muttered as they slipped into the vehicle, amid all the
laughter and cheers from the other cars.



   "I was wondering." Wendy asked Lance to break the awkward silence. 
"What are your feelings towards pregnant women?"



   "Sis!" Bobbie gasped, but nobody paid attention to her.  Alan sort of
did, but it was the attention of his hand slowly slipping under her to
fondle her bottom.



   Lance grinned.  "Pregnant women are beautiful." He said with a hopeful
grin, waiting for Wendy to continue.



   "Good answer!" Wendy took his big strong hand, and placed it on her
flat, for the time being, tummy.  "When I decided to marry you, I
neutralized my anti-pregnancy inoculation.  I'm not as sure as Bobbie is,
but I'm fairly confidant that I'm knocked up."



   He kissed her.  "Wendy, I thought I was happy before, now I know I am!
Thank you!"



   The car swerved a little bit.  "Honey, that's great!" Alyssa cheered
from the driver's seat.  "Remember what I said about the "G" word though!"



   "I'll remember, granny!" Wendy laughed.



   "Don't look now, sis!" Bobbie giggled.  "Mom's about to go from MILF to
GILF!  As in Granny I'd like to fuck!"



   "I am nobody's granny!" Alyssa announced.  "I'll have you know I'm in
the prime of life." She sounded a little embarrassed.  "I'll also have you
know that I had a little mix-up.  I thought I was starting Menopause, so I
didn't renew my anti-pregnancy inoculation." She laughed.  "Oh hell.  When
I lost my panties in the park with Richard, I gained a baby in my belly in
exchange!" she paused, and for once sounded truly embarrassed.  "It may
have been Frank in the back of his pickup truck.  Oh hell!  I'm not quite
sure who it was!  I "dated" six guys around the time I got shot down!"



   Wendy exploded with laughter.  "At the same time?"



   "No, Smarty-Pants!  I'm a one on one kinda girl!" Alyssa giggled.  I did
see three different men on one busy day though.  That was exhausting, let
me tell you!"



   Lance gasped.  "Holy shit!  The Shay house is gonna be Hormone central!"
he shook his head, unable to hide his grin.  "It's gonna be a mess when all
those cravings kick in!"



   Wendy elbowed him in the ribs.  "Cut it out, you're scaring Bobbie!"

   Bobbie glared at Alan, who showed active proof in his tight jeans on
what he thought of a house full of pregnant women.  "I am not scared!" She
elbowed Alan.  "Somebody else should be if I catch him eyeing anyone else's
big tits and baby-belly!" she giggled.  "I'm just kidding.  You can look,
but just don't touch!"



   After much thought, it was decided that the Shay women would have a
triple wedding.  Alyssa had fallen hard for her Richard.  The smitten young
intern knew the score.  He was thrilled over the idea of starting a family,
even if he only had a one in six shot at being the biological father. 
Richard, Alan and Lance proudly made the three of them honest women in a
joint ceremony that received quite a bit of coverage in the local and
national news outlets.  People were titillated over the famous Wendy Shay,
centerfold model, her mother and sister, all being obviously several months
pregnant as they walked down the aisle together in matching virginal white
gowns.



   Bobbie looked at her mother and sister nervously and took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm ready.  If you guys can do this, then so can I!" In her eighth
month.  Bobbie felt like a whale, but everyone kept right on assuring her
about how pretty she was.  "Let's do this!"



   Alyssa grinned.  "It looks like Bobbie also inherited the exhibition
gene." She said while rubbing a hand lovingly on her own firmly round
gravid belly.  "Wendy, I'm glad you suggested this."



   Wendy smiled.  "Playboy has been bugging me for months to do a baby-bump
layout once they learned I was knocked up.  When I told them my mom and kid
sister would be willing to join me in the shoot, they simply jumped on the
idea!  Sorry I had to refuse the Reality TV show deal though, guys.  That
would have seriously interfered with my research into anti-gravity.  I
don't dare let a camera crew catch me sneaking off to my lab!"



   Alyssa laughed.  "A photo layout is one thing.  TV crews would have
seriously cramped Richard and my style.  It was bad enough getting caught
in the Smarty-Mart fitting room before the poor dear could pull his pants
back up." She giggled.  "Or I could get up off of my knees and find
something to wipe off my messy face."



   Bobbie giggled.  "I'm just glad my producer is okay with the idea.  I
was afraid they'd recast my role as lead dub actress on "Battling Princess
Rio" since I'm a complete unknown.  They never cast the lead role using a
video some third party posted on Youtube as an audition before.  I am so
glad somebody posted that clip of my singing at the Con!  They say that the
creator of the series personally picked me to be the American Rio! 
Thankfully everyone on the project seems to think me posing naked will get
a larger demographic of older men to buy the series when it's officially
launched in the United States."



   The photographer smiled as the trio of lovely blonde naked pregnant
women happily chatted together.  "Quiet girls!" she shouted with a clap of
her hands.  "It's time to make the magics!" The flash began to fire.  "This
is going to be our biggest issue ever!"