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 Change - Part 3 Author: tyleranne Title: Change - Part 3 Story codes: slow,
FF, cd, m-solo



   (c) 2016

   This story is a work of fiction and the author does not condone any
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10:45am 10/03
Hope unlocked the door to her office and unceremoniously dumped her
purse on the office chair.  She donned her white lab coat, pulling her

still damp hair out from underneath the collar and headed into the lab.

   "Mornin' Doc," several voices said, in unison.  There were 3 lab
assistants working at various stations in the lab and Hope greeted each,
"Good morning, Summer!  Hiya James.  Hi Lauren.  How much longer til the
baby comes?  You look about to pop!  Hey Charlie.  How's Caleb doing? 
When's the cast come off?  " Receiving appropriate answers from each, Hope
settled at her lab station in front of the big microscope.

   She genuinely liked each member of the staff and kept up with families
and boyfriends, etc.  The staff liked their boss tremendously and that she
always had their backs.  It wasn't always true of every lab director at St.
Michael's Laboratories.  Dr.  Kerry had a great reputation among the lab
assistant community and each assistant had specifically requested to be
assigned to her area and competed heavily behind the scenes with others to
get it when openings had become available.

   Hope had no time for office politics nor assistants that couldn't hack
the workload.  She asked, no demanded, a lot of her team.  It wasn't that
she was a slave driver, obviously, or nobody would have wanted to work
there.  It was more about results.  Failure was tolerated, research was all
about trial and failure.  Dr.  Kerry required very detailed notes and the
back-up analytical detail documenting the experiments conducted. 
Everything was written down.  Woe betide the lab assistant that failed to
be able to defend his or her experiments' lack of notation.  It was Hope's
ability to defend her assistant's unsuccessful experimentation to senior
management and the fact that she would kill unpromising research rather
than cater to the "pet projects" of the senior staff that endeared her to
the assistants.

   "Good morning Dr.  Kerry.  Ummmm, about your note," a voice behind her
said.

   Turning around, Hope saw that the interruption was none other her newest
lab assistant, James Tyler.  Before answering, Hope appraised the young
man. He was sandy haired and wore it a tad longer than was currently
fashionable for men and normally had it done up in a pony-tail.  James
wasn't much taller than her 5'4" and maybe outweighed her by 10 pounds and
his emerald green eyes peeked at her from behind old fashioned horn rimmed
glasses.  Truth be told, James' sparkling eyes somewhat unnerved Hope,
almost as if he could look into her soul.  Unbeknownst to her, James felt
similarly when her dazzling blue eyes bore into him.  Thinking she was
waiting for him to begin, he stammered, "Uh-uh, ummm, I mean...um, I looked
at the rats and took samples, and um...well...I'm not sure, um, but did
they get put back in the same cages last night?  I mean, `cause um, Babar
and um, Celeste...um, well, they're in the wrong cages, ma'am."

   "I'm sorry James, what do you mean, Babar and Celeste?"

   "Well, you see, uh....I, uh, kinda named the rats.  What you know as
J6D-21037 is Babar and -21038 is Celeste.  And uh, well, ma'am, Babar is a
male and uh, Celeste is the female.  I uh, named them after the, uh, the
elephants in a book I liked as a kid.  So you see, like, um, when I went to
draw blood for the hormonal test and the results showed that uh, Celeste
was in Babar's cage and vice versa," replied the very nervous assistant.

   "Oh.  I see.  Well, I'm sure that's my fault.  I was in working late and
must have simply swapped cages by mistake.  I was kind of tired when I
left. Anyway, I'll be conscious of that going forward," replied Hope.

   James stood there, mesmerized.  He drank in her beauty and lost himself
in the moment as he studied her lab attire and thought about what she was
wearing underneath.  Was she ultra-conservative?  Did the outward
appearance reflect the inner dress, or was it quite the reverse?  It was a
game he always played when looking at attractive women and could feel his
biological reaction in his khakis.  Seeing the glazed look in James' eyes,
Hope prodded, "James.  Was there something else?  James.  Earth to
James..."

   Snapping back to the here and now, James realized that Dr.  Kerry had
been moving her lips.  "Oh, my, I'm sorry ma'am, my bad.  I was in Barbados
just then," he said, recovering from his daydream.  "What did you ask me?"

   "I said, was there anything else you needed?"

   "Oh, no ma'am.  I-I-I'm good."

   "Okay then, let's both get back to work.  I'll be cognizant of the rats
from here on out.  Now, scoot."

   "Uh, yes ma'am," he said as he scuttled back to his workstation, a shy
blush coloring his cheeks.

   Hope thought about the exchange with her shy assistant.  "It's
interesting that when addressing me, it's always Doctor or ma'am.  It's
much different than the other assistants, they're not always so
deferential. I wonder what it is with him," she pondered.  "I think I need
to look at his complete file right after the department heads meeting."
Glancing at the clock, Hope saw it was about time to head upstairs as the
meeting would be starting in just over an hour.

   Grabbing her laptop and her purse, she fumbled getting the keys out to
lock her office.  She could feel the anticipation as she locked her private
office and headed upstairs.  Inserting her badge to confirm access, she
pushed the button for the 8th floor, where the executives had private
office suites and where the board room was located.

   The elevator doors opened with a quiet rumble onto a plush hallway with
thick blue carpet lining the corridor.  Turning right to go down the hall,
Hope entered the guest washroom.  Each executive had a full, private bath
adjoining his or her office, but this washroom was provided for guests and
the department heads, when they were on the 8th floor for meetings.

   Stepping into the first stall, lifted her skirt, slid her white silk La
Perla Merveille thong off as she sat and peed.  Wiping herself, she slipped
the thong into her purse and exited the stall.  Although she never wore
much make-up, much preferring her natural look, Hope touched up her
lipstick and mascara.  Looking at herself in the mirror she nodded once,
replaced everything in her purse and left the washroom and down the hall
towards the executive suites.

   Knocking on the third door, with the nameplate A.  Townsend, she heard,
"Come in."

   Entering the office, she began, "Sorry I'm running behind, but, Ms. 
Townsend, I do want to let you know that I've made an unanticipated
breakthrough that you're going to want to listen to." Closing the door, she
took a seat in the right-most brown saddle leather chair, a pair of which
were arranged in front of a large mahogany desk sparsely cluttered with
work to be reviewed by the office's occupant.

   The door to the private washroom slid open into the recess of the wall.
In the doorway stood a goddess.  The tall woman was dressed all in black, a
Cadolle Dreamcatcher Garter Tank, matching silk thong and silk stockings
attached to the tank's garters.  Her feet were adorned with what looked to
be black Jimmy Choo round-toe patent leather pumps with a 5-inch heel.  Her
hair fell to just above her breasts and it was brushed to such a high sheen
that it looked fluid as it swayed back and forth as she approached Hope. 
The cups of the bustier pushing her generous breasts up tantalizingly with
the rest of her expansive chest tinted by the see-through neckline and
tulle straps.  A patch of lace detailing allowed a peek at her trim waist.

   "We'll deal with that later.  I need a kiss first.  I've been on a plane
and in airports for the last 20 hours.  God, I hate traveling to Jo-burg, I
always feel wrung out when I get back."

   Rising from the chair, Hope tilted her head up and closed her eyes as
the other woman reached out to caress her face as she towered over her. 
The woman bent closer.  Lips met.  The woman's expensive perfume wafted up
and Hope drank in the enticing scent of her sometimes lover.  They softly
kissed, but the hunger began to overtake the pair.  Greasy lipstick smeared
greasy lipstick as the women kissed more deeply, tongues emerging to dance
with the other's partner.

   Hope reached behind her to unzip her gray Phillip Lim skirt letting it
fall in a puddle at her feet.  Still embroiled in the passionate kiss, she
began to unbutton her cream colored draped-silk blouse, but her partner
grasped her hands.  "No, I've been waiting for 3 weeks to be able to do
this.  Let me," she said, as she kicked off her pumps, reducing her height
significantly, although she was still taller, allowing her to look into the
deep blue of Hope's eyes, without Hope having to strain so hard to look up
at her.

   Slowly, button by button, she opened Hope's top, teasingly slipping her
fingers between the folds of cloth and gently massaging the exposed skin of
her chest.  As all the buttons were unfastened, she drew the slippery cloth
down over Hope's arms and left her standing there in nothing but her white
Chantilly lace bra covering her small breasts.  A quick `snick' and Hope's
breasts were released.

   As she felt her lover removing the last scrap of clothing from her body,
she felt warm breath on her left boob and then a moist tongue flicking at
the hard pebble of her now-erect nipple.  She began to massage her other
breast while her left hand began to wind its way through the silky black
tresses of her partner.  She spread her legs wider as soft finger tips
played over her hip, brushing back and forth ever closer to her pussy, now
leaking with her desire.

   Guiding Hope towards the edge of the desk, she urged her, "Up on the
desk honey.  I have to taste you...now!"

   Hope scooted her bottom onto the desk and lay back, spreading her legs
to offer herself to the gorgeous creature ready to worship the pussy so
lewdly displayed.  She began to knead her small breasts, pinching and
tugging on her nipples, which sent a surge of pleasure to her wet core.

   The first touch of the woman's lips on the soft skin of her inner thigh
sent a bolt of lightning straight through her now-protruding clit, which
caused the supine girl to shiver in response.  Light licks and soft kisses
drove Hope to cease her self ministration of her chest and to grasp the
head of the woman giving her immense pleasure and direct her to her wet
tunnel.

   "Oh god...yes.  Right there...lick me right there," she pleaded. 
"Oh...I love you Amy.

   Mmmmmm...ngh.  Ngh.  God, I've missed this!"

   Amy Smart Townsend smiled at her lover and placed her mouth on Hope's
dripping pussy, directly covering the cleft and wiggled her tongue between
the flowering lips of her lover.  Her right hand snaked under the waistband
of her own dampening panties and found her clit.  Diddling herself gently,
she continued to lick Hope's pussy.  Starting at the bottom of her cleft
now, she took a long, slow swipe up to the top of Hope's wet slit.  Back
and forth, she drew the flat of her tongue along the path, finally settling
on the opening of her vagina.  Curling her tongue she poked it in and out,
fucking the moaning girl with it.

   Hope was in heaven!  Her lover was home and was making love to her
pussy, something she'd been looking forward to for the better part of 3
weeks.  When Amy slipped a wet finger into her puckered ass, it tipped Hope
over the edge and she fell headlong into a gushing orgasm.  She pulled
Amy's head closer, mashing her lips against her pussy as wave after wave
crashed into her.

   Finally, spent, she sat up and pulled Amy into a deep kiss.  Hope's
tongue searched for hers as she tasted herself on Amy's lips.  The strong
flavor of her cum was rich in Amy's mouth and she felt like a drunken man
in search of another drink as she probed her mouth.  She began to rise from
the desk and seat Amy on the desk to return the favor and give her release.

   Amy broke the kiss and, out of breath, panted, "Enough...Oh my god. 
Enough.  If I let you do anything to me, I'll drop over with exhaustion and
I've got to be at the meeting.  You too.  I'm already going to have to
change my panties, they're soaked!  We've got to get cleaned up and can't
go into the meeting smelling like we're fresh out of a brothel.  Hendricks
would flip his shit if he thought we'd been at it."

   As they went into the private bath, Amy handed Hope a wet washcloth with
which to remove the sticky evidence of her orgasm.  As she began to clean
between her legs, she saw a lipstick mark on her inner thigh, a nice
imprint of Amy's lips.  Smiling to herself, she cleaned up everything but
that, savoring the reminder, thinking of the naughtiness of what would
remain below her clothing, unknown to all of the other senior leadership
that would be present at the meeting.

   "Oh, by the way, what did you want to tell me about this breakthrough
that you discovered?" she asked Hope.

   Waling nude out of the washroom, Hope retrieved her panties from her
purse.  Slipping them on, she slid them up her shapely legs and nestled the
elastic sides in the crease between her thigh and pubic mound sending a
slight shiver up her spine as her fingers scraped the lips of her
still-aroused pussy.  Fastening her lace bra and settling her boobs in the
cups to ensure a proper support, she looked back at Amy, bent over at the
waist searching an open drawer for fresh panties.  Gazing at the luscious
ass presented to her, she haltingly stated, "Well, you know um, you know
how, umm, how Mr.  Hendricks is all up in arms about this whole 'bathroom
flap' and his corporate directive to follow the lead of North Carolina."
Patrick Hendricks being the CEO of St.  Michael's Laboratories.

   "Yes, the old bastard is so uptight about anything related to sex, it's
a wonder he ever had 2 children.  I mean, he's so medieval about the whole
sex thing, besides his misogyny, he thinks LGBT people should be
imprisoned. It's insane.  So, what does that have to do with anything? 
We're in the vaccines business."

   "I wonder what would happen if he got to experience life as a woman?"
asked Hope, letting the question hang in the air.

   "Right.  Like I could see him a dress...not happening," chuckled Amy
wryly.

   Hope looked out the office window off towards the horizon and said
wistfully, "But, what if he could?  I mean really experience life as a true
woman."

   "So, you're going to get old man Hendricks a sex change operation, and
do so in a way that he's a willing participant and agree to the surgery? 
What dirt do you have on the guy?"

   "No, no dirt.  Just science." With that comment she glanced knowingly at
Amy and raised her eyebrows.

   "Ho-ly sh-it!  You mean you discovered a method of inducing a
spontaneous sex change?  You clever little bitch," she gasped admiringly.

   With a sly smile, Hope simply nodded.

   "Oh.  My.  God.  We're going to be filthy rich.  Damn, just imagine the
possibilities.  Adjusting gender to fit the psyche.  A cure for gender
dysphoria, perhaps a treatment for rapists; allowing them to experience the
helplessness of their victims.  There are a million things this could
accomplish," said Amy, now thinking like the pharmaceutical executive that
she was.

   "Hold on there.  Let's back up the bus.  I've proven this can work with
rats, but it's still a long way from human trials.  We have to look at it
in more complex mammals and in primates before we can go there," cautioned
Hope, now sounding like the researcher that she was.  "I'm going to need
your backing to get the necessary details accomplished, FDA paperwork
filed, not to mention getting Board approval."

   Feeling like her bubble had been burst, Amy responded, "Well, shit. 
We'll never get Hendricks' approval.  This goes against every principal he
holds dear." Thinking deeply, she continued, "Hmm, let's think a minute. 
As the exec in charge of all research activity, I can grant conditional
approval on all work that's done prior to FDA notification.  Who else knows
about your discovery, and what do they know?"

   "First of all, as you know, my whole team has been engaged in research
on the H1N1 virus." Seeing Amy nod her head, she continued, "It's well
known in nature that some species of tree frog have the ability to
spontaneously change sex.  You remember they used that concept in the first
Jurassic Park movie, right?" Again, Hope got a head nod and a mumbled
assent.  "Okay, clown fish also have the ability to do so.  In a mated
pair, if the female dies, the male will change sex, becoming female, and
mate with an unpaired male.  We modified the H1N1 virus with genetic
material from female clown fish to see if that would change the behavior of
the virus to be less virulent when introduced to a host.  We did the same
to a separate batch of the virus, but this time we used male clown fish
genetic material."

   "Let me guess...his and hers designer vaccines?"

   "Yes and no.  Let me explain.  We weren't looking to see if the modified
virus with the female material would make a less virulent strain within
females.  We just wanted to see if one or both versions resulted in a less
virulent strain overall.  I started with two rats and injected both with
the same virus strain.  What I didn't know, at the time, was that the rats
were different sexes.  I gave it 4 hours and then euthanized the pair,
noting the date/time on the audit log we keep documenting the status of all
live animal experimentation subjects.  Looking at the card, I noted they
were opposite sexes.  I dissected both subjects and it was then that I
noticed that internally, I had a male and a female.  When I went to the log
to record the disposition of the subjects, I noticed what I though was a
discrepancy.  The first one I dissected was female, yet on the card, the
sex was recorded as having been male.  The same was true for the other,
male, yet the card was for a female.  I thought it odd and went back to
verify that, in fact, the first subject was female.  As you know, we have
to keep very detailed records and we keep meticulous records so we don't
accidentally switch subjects between experiments.  You are also aware that
all of our lab rats are genetically identical, they have to be for us to
conduct repeatable scientific experiments.  Males are the same as every
other male and the same is true for females.  When I checked the paperwork
from the supplier, sure enough, the documentation certified the sex of the
first rat as male."

   "Again, who knows about this and what do they know," prodded Amy, trying
to figure out who needed to be reminded of their Non-Disclosure Agreements.

   "I'm the only one who knows about the sex changes.  There's more though.
I made the discovery when I conducted the vivisection, which was yesterday
morning.  I also measured the hormone levels and the rat I thought was male
had higher than normal androgen levels and the female had higher than
normal estrogen levels.  I made the notations in my private notes and,
after everyone was gone, last night I conducted some additional
experiments. I tried to see what would happen if I used the male version of
the virus.  No changes.  No increased hormonal activity."

   "So, the virus has the `pussy power' then," joked Amy.

   "Ha ha," Hope responded dryly.  "It gets better.  I wanted to see if it
was possible to reverse the change.  To turn them back.  Could we induce a
reversal?  It turns out we can!  I made the switch using the female
version, which I've titles Type A and then documented the change on video.
It's quite pathetic, watching their little bodies go through the seizures."
She shuddered at the memory.  "But I gave them an analgesic in later
experiments.  You know me, a total softie."

   Aware of the pain in Hope's eyes as she described the process, Amy gave
her a hug and said, "You're a total softie, which is part of the reason I
love you like I do."

   Brushing a stray tear, Hope explained the next steps.  "Once the sex
change was complete, I measured the hormonal levels, and as before,
androgen levels were higher than normal in the new male and in the new
female we saw a corresponding high level of estrogen.  I injected them with
the male version, Type IIA, and low and behold, they changed back!"

   "Ho-ly sh-it!  I'm stunned," gushed Amy.

   "Imagine my surprise then!  I went through the process with several more
pairs and came up with the same results.  I also forced the change and
reversal several more times.  I've documented everything completely in my
private file so you can read for yourself.  I went home about 3am-ish and
left a note for my staff to monitor the hormone levels of the subjects. 
And before you ask, no, they don't know anything and no, they aren't
suspicious of anything.  Interestingly enough, the high hormone levels are
only temporary and go down over time, at least according to the data I saw
when I came in.  The only mistake I made was with the first pair I returned
to their cages.  One of my lab assistants mentioned it this morning, but he
passed it off to me neglecting to put the right one back in the correct
cage."

   "What exactly did he say?" Amy was concerned at this revelation and
wanted to understand what the assistant thought they knew.

   "It was very cute.  James Tyler, that's the assistant, actually named
the rats.  The pair that were `mis-placed' were named Babar and Celeste. 
He's so nervous around me, it's amusing, but I digress.  He said that when
he was measuring the hormone levels, he noticed that in `Babar's' cage the
rat was female, according to the hormones and vice versa.  He said that it
was probably a mistake.  I told him it was probably my fault and that I
would be more diligent in the future when returning rats to the proper
cages.  There's nothing to worry about."

   "Okay Hope, just be more careful next time.  We cannot afford anyone
finding out about this.  We've got to keep this under wraps.  What's next?
What do you need from me?"

   Eyes half-closed, a sexy smile appeared on Hope's lips.

   Seeing the sultry expression, Amy laughed, "Down girl.  No time for that
right now.  We have to get in to the meeting in a few minutes."

   Pouting, Hope responded, "Okay, but I'm going to want to return your
earlier gift very soon!"

   "Don't worry, I expect full payback!" Amy turned and put on her black
and white hound's-tooth jacket and matching skirt.  Buttoning the jacket,
the see-through neckline of her Dreamcatcher Garter Tank was visible,
softening the severe cut of her Dior suit.  Together the women left Amy's
office for the boardroom and the senior staff meeting.

   Friday, 11/19 5:50pm

   Standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows that made up the
entire outer wall of her office and staring out at the last rays of
daylight painting the clouds with a mural of colors reminiscent of Claude
Monet, Amy thought about the file on the desk in front of her.  Ever since
Hope's revelation about her sex change drug, she'd seemingly thought about
nothing else.  In her quest for absolute secrecy, she had ordered corporate
security to conduct surveillance on all of the employees that worked in
Hope's lab.  Under the auspices of a security review, the reason for which,
all the lab employees were told, was that a federal contract was possible
and everyone would require top secret security clearances due to the nature
of the work, psychological testing was done and profiles created.

   Looking down at the contents of the file, she scanned the results. 
There was nothing spectacular about anyone in the lab, save one person. 
Yes, the others had little skeletons in their closets.  Summer Davidson had
gotten pregnant by a professor in college and had an abortion paid for by
the then-married instructor, but was otherwise of nothing concerning. 
Lauren Provost's husband had a plethora of speeding tickets.  Charlie
Etheridge and his wife were fairly normal people, but their son Caleb had
been in a motorcycle accident and had been under the influence of
marijuana. Charlie's brother was a police officer and was able to suppress
the DUI evidence, the paperwork having been `lost.' It was the details
surrounding James Tyler that had Amy pondering the sunset, details of the
file wandering through her brain.

   James Tyler, age 25, bachelor's degree in Microbiology, and a master's
in Biomedical Engineering, both from Landrith University, one of the top
schools in the southeast.  Stellar grades and in his first year of
employment with the lab.  He'd had 2 internships during college, the last
of which at St.  Michaels culminating in an offer of employment after
graduation.  Third of three children to Dorothy and Herman Tyler, James had
2 older sisters, Judith, 37 and Rebecca, 40.

   Herman, it seemed, left the family when James was 2 and has had little
contact with his children since, the exception being the period when James
was in middle school, for a period lasting approximately 6 months,
according to the psychiatric appraisal.  Outside of those 6 months, James
was otherwise raised by his mother and sisters.  He currently resides alone
at an apartment on the other side of the city and has no known sexual
partners, male or female.  His credit rating was blemish free and according
to the report, he owed $82,685 in student loans, has a car payment of $189
per month and 3 credit cards, a Visa, and 2 department store cards, with
limits of $9000, $2500 and $2000 respectively.  His Visa shows a current
balance of $1268 and both store cards have a zero balance.  All in all, a
man that looks to be living within his means.

   It was the surveillance report that contained the bombshell.  James was
a closeted transvestite, who dressed as a female at home.  His neighbors
actually know him as Jaime, according to the report.  Corporate Security
was not authorized for wiretaps or breaking in to look at the interior of
the apartment, although they did get some photos of him/her at the mall. 
Apparently Jaime was very convincing as a woman, and it appeared she was
accepted as such by the staff at the various retail establishments she
visited on Saturday.  Some of the younger men and boys who were mentally
undressing her would have been shocked had they seen the surprise she
concealed under the tight skirt she was wearing that day.

   Leaving her office building, Amy got in the car, put the top down on her
black Mercedes SL550 and dialed Hope.  Explaining what she'd discovered,
and giving Hope her instructions, Amy disconnected the call.  Knowing that
Hope always did what she was told, as she'd done ever since they'd become
lovers in high school, Amy settled into the rush hour traffic and finally,
after nearly two weeks allowed the events surrounding Hope's discovery slip
from her mind as she lost herself in the music of Bob Marley.  "Maybe I'll
head up the coast this weekend and surprise Kaylee and Kristi," she thought
to herself as she put sleek roadster in a higher gear to pass some slower
moving traffic, her panties dampening at the thought of some naughty fun
with her younger cousins.

   Hope, on the other hand, was still shocked at what Amy had relayed to
her regarding her shy lab assistant.  Even more shocking was the
instruction that was given.  In reality, it was more than an instruction,
it was a command.  "DO WHATEVER IS NECESSARY TO FIND OUT IF JAMES IS MORE
THAN JUST A PRETTY, PASSABLE TRANSVESTITE...AND...GET IT BY MONDAY." How
the FUCK was she supposed to do THAT?  Looking out into the lab space, she
saw that James was the last one on the lab and was packing up for the
weekend.  She quickly came to a decision.  Poking her head out of the door,
she called out, "James.  Hold on a sec.  I'll walk out with you."

   As she looked on, James, in a very feminine movement, swept his hair
behind his ear with his left hand and looked in her direction.  "Sure, Dr.
Kerry.  I'm just getting my things together.  I'll wait for you."

   Heart pounding, Hope sat down heavily in her chair.  There was only
going to be one way to do what Amy had asked.  She simply didn't have the
time to develop a relationship and get the details that way, and so,
wracked her brain trying to quickly recall the pharmacological effects of
several drugs that were available to her at the lab.  Hope settled on
Flunitrazepam, which would provide some hypnotic and amnesiac effects
necessary for her information gathering.  Quickly calculating the necessary
dosage, given his likely body weight, she went out of the office and said,
"One second James.  I almost forgot that I need to log the last dosage of
the drugs for the rats I used, in the controlled substance log.  I'll just
be a minute." She saw him nod his assent and she headed for the drug
locker.

   She scanned the contents and found the vial of Rohypnol, the brand name
of Flunitrazepam.  She found a syringe and filled it with the appropriate
amount, replacing the vial on the shelf and, spying a vial of Midazolam,
slipped that into her purse along with a package of syringes.  Locking the
door, she fluffed her hair and went back to the lab.  "I'm ready.  Sorry
for the delay, but if I didn't get that logged, I'd forget come Monday."

   "No problem Dr.  Kerry.  I totally understand.  If you don't write it
down..."

   "It never happened," finished Hope.  It was a mantra that she'd drilled
into her staff.  "I think my harping on the subject seems to have taken
hold."

   Looking down and blushing, James replied shyly, "Yes ma'am.  I guess it
has."

   "Well, good, it's important, or I wouldn't be so insistent.  On a
totally different topic, do you have a big weekend planned?  Taking your
girlfriend out to dinner?" inquired Hope, secretly praying that James
didn't have any plans to meet someone, which would prevent her from
achieving her objective.

   "Oh.  Um...well, I, uh, I don't, um have a girlfriend.  It's uh, just
going to be, uh, just a boring um, weekend," he stammered in response to
the personal question.

   Silently, the pair stepped in to the elevator and headed down to the
parking level.  Upon exiting, they were immediately at the senior staff
parking spaces.  Indicating a silver Audi A6, Hope said, "Well, this is me.
Hey, I just had a thought.  I realized that both you and Summer are fairly
new to the lab, I don't know a whole lot about either of you.  Since, as
you said, it's just going to be a boring weekend, we'll start the weekend
off right.  I'm taking you to dinner," declared Hope.  Staring at him in
the eye, she simply stated, "I'm not taking No for an answer either.  We'll
get to know each other better and no, I'm not asking you on a date.  This
is simply my opportunity to know one of my assistants better.  It's fate!"

   Unsure of how to tell his boss no, and not get fired, with a big gulp,
James replied, "Umm, o-okay."

   "Great, hop in.  I've got a great little bistro in mind just down the
road.  I'll drop you back here for your car afterwards." She slid in the
driver's seat, hit the button to unlock the passenger door.

   Hearing the click announcing the locking mechanism function, James went
to the other side and got in, closed the door and fastened his seatbelt. 
Glancing over at Hope and about to say something, his eyes were drawn
downward and he noticed that her gray skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh
exposing an expanse of silky flesh.  His face hot with embarrassment, he
quickly turned away lest he be caught ogling his boss.  He felt his cock
begin to harden at the thought of what she might be wearing under her
skirt. He'd become an expert on women's intimate garments, amassing quite a
selection of his own, and not having seen a telltale panty line, surmised
that a thong panty was what she had on....would it be black, white, or
something else?  He was hoping that it might be white as that was his
favorite color.  White lingerie screamed virginal, sexy, alluring,
everything he loved to be.  In fact, he was wearing white Crochet Lace
Shortie panties from VS, one of his favorite pairs from one of his favorite
stores, underneath his khakis.  He could feel a wet spot beginning to form
on the delicate lace as he imagined seeing Hope's lingerie choice.

   Out of the corner of her eye, a sly smile curling the edges of her
mouth, Hope noticed the reaction James had to her intentional display of
skin.  She could also not fail to notice the reaction it caused.  It was
obvious to her that he was into girls; maybe this wouldn't be so hard after
all and giggled to herself.

   Some idle chit chat ensued and before long, Hope pulled into the parking
lot of the restaurant.  "Well, here we are," she announced.  James go out
of the car and seeing that Hope was fumbling behind her seat for her purse,
went around to her door and gallantly opened it for her.  Glancing up at
the unexpected pleasantry, she smiled and thanked him for being such a
gentleman.  She swung her left leg out of the vehicle, which had the effect
of causing her already riding-up skirt to ride up even higher giving James
a flash of her silky white thong as she finished exiting the driver's seat.

   James had hoped by opening her door he might get a peek at her panties
and he was not disappointed.  On instant replay in his brain, he saw the
tiny string of the thong that split her ass cheeks and the plump labia that
had escaped one side of the narrow gusset forming a half-naked camel toe,
the plumpness of her mound pooching out the fabric above that.  In the
second or two that it had taken Hope to get out, the thought `take a
picture, it will last longer' blasted through his consciousness and his
mind would replay that image on an endless loop to undoubtedly fuel his
masturbation fantasies as soon as he got home.

   Seeing his discomfort as she alighted, both in his khakis and on his
face, Hope lowered her gaze and smiled devilishly.  Gazing back at him
after she'd stood up and straightened her skirt saying, "Oops...sorry
Jaime, I didn't mean to be such an exhibitionist.  You must think I'm such
a slut," she joked, shrugging her naughty display off as simply an
accident.

   Blushing deeply, her use of his femme name didn't really register and he
stuttered, "Oh no ma'am, I'd never think that about you.  I,
uh...uh...um...I mean...ummm, I really didn't uh, you know, see, ah, see
anything."

   "You're sweet Jaime, but a girl knows when she's put on a display and
when someone's noticed.  It's written all over your, ahhh...face."

   This time, the use of his femme name didn't escape his notice and he
blushed even deeper, panic setting in.  "What if she knows?  I'm so dead.
I'm gonna get fired.  Shit, why did this have to happen now?" he thought.

   Seeing his panicked expression, she went on, "Have you ever been here
James?"

   Maybe it was just his fear of discovery that made him only think that
she'd used the masculine version of his name was the thought that crossed
his over-active mind.  "Hmm?  What?  Oh, no this is the first time I've
ever been here," he replied quickly.  "Well, I guarantee that you'll love
the food.  The chef here at the Dumbwaiter studied in New Orleans and he
does a fabulous Etouffe!  I've never had better Jambalaya outside of the
French Quarter either."

   Entering the restaurant they were greeted by the hostess, "Happy Friday!
I'm Maria.  Will there just be the two of you with us tonight?"

   Hope answered for them, "Yes.  It'll just be us.  Something quiet, if
you don't mind."

   "Certainly miss.  I have a nice comfy booth over this way," she said
grabbing two menus and led then to their table, a rather secluded booth in
the corner.  "Miguel will be your server this evening and he'll be right
with you."

   "Thanks," said Hope, taking her seat and indicating that James should
sit opposite to her.  "Good lord, I'm glad this week is over.  I need a
drink!"

   "Um, yeah.  I'm so happy for the weekend," he replied, glancing around.

   "The little boys' room is over there," said Hope pointing to the rear of
the restaurant near the door to the kitchen.  "If the waiter comes before
you get back, what will you have?  They have an extensive selection of
beers on tap as well as a wonderful wine list."

   "I'll just have a glass of their house white.  Thanks!" With that, James
hurried to the restroom.  Once inside, he made a beeline for the larger
handicapped stall.  Locking the door, he dropped his trousers and began
rubbing his erect cock through the lace of his panties.  Closing his eyes
and supporting his weight with his left hand on the cool tile of the
bathroom wall he fished his circumcised cock from its confines and began to
stroke the length.  Pre-cum beaded at the tip and he rubbed his thumb over
the helmet spreading the liquid over the head, massaging it into the spongy
softness.  He began to leak even more and he could hear the squish-squish
as he fisted himself and the lubrication coated the entire length.  Fixing
the image of Hope's thong covered pussy in his mind, he began stroking
faster.  He felt his cock get thicker with his impending explosion.  Spurt
after spurt, he emptied himself into the toilet.  A glob of semen clung to
the knuckle of his right hand, which he brought to his mouth savoring the
taste as he licked it up.  He was no stranger to eating his own cum and
rather enjoyed the salty flavor he'd come to relish the taste of through
the years.

   He took some toilet paper and deftly cleaned himself off so as not to
leave too much to further dampen his panties.  Adjusting the lacy garment,
he could feel the wet spot that he left, cool against the shaft of his
softening cock.  A deep breath.  He flushed the toilet, opened the door and
washed his hands.  Returning to the table he found that Dr.  Kerry had
ordered a bottle of La Crema Chardonnay, which the waiter had opened and
already poured two glasses.

   Raising her glass in toast, Hope said, "Here's to learning more about
each other making an even more successful lab team!"

   "Cheers," he said, taking a sip of the pale yellow liquid.  His educated
nose detected aromas of lemon, pear and shortbread and the silky wine
tasted of apples, peaches and a hint of spice.  "Mmmm.  That's yummy!"

   "Mm Hm.  It's very nice and buttery.  It's sort of my default wine when
ordering for someone and I don't really know their likes.  It just goes so
well with a lot of different dishes."

   The waiter returned and asked if they would like an appetizer or if they
were ready to place their orders.  A well-built, handsome young man, Miguel
had very Castillian features and Hope regarded him with interest when he'd
first stopped by the table before James had returned...yep, she'd fuck him.
Looking at James, she saw that he barely registered the hunky waiter's
presence, except to say that he was still looking at the menu.  Another
check in the box indicating mostly into girls.  Hope topped off their wine
and studied James more closely.  Dressed simply in khakis and a blue button
down oxford-cloth shirt, he had a very light beard growth for the end of
the day, his eyebrows were darker than his sandy-colored hair, but very
well thinned.  She also took notice of the impeccable nail grooming as he
raised his wineglass for another sip.  Picturing him as a female, Hope
could see that, with a little makeup Jamie could easily pass and she didn't
think he'd look like a simple boy-in-a-dress.  As they talked, James felt
the cobwebs begin forming in his head, things just felt...off.  He hadn't
had more than usual, but perhaps because he'd eaten little, the alcohol was
affecting him more than normal he surmised.  It was when his vision started
blurring that he started to really feel like something was wrong.  He
started to ask Hope something, but in the middle of the sentence, he could
no longer remember what he was about to say.

   Hope asked him, "Are you okay Jamie?  You're not looking so good."

   He tried to say that all of a sudden he wasn't feeling well and he
should probably go home, but it only came out, "I'mm nuh fling goo.  I'nna
go hmmm."

   He lurched to his feet, but nearly fell over as Hope rose to support
him. Hope left three $20s on the table and let him lean on her as she
walked/dragged him out to her car.  Fishing out his wallet and house keys,
she looked at his driver's license and punched the address into her GPS and
set off for his apartment.  The Rohypnol that Hope used to spike James'
wine had taken full effect and he was in a very dreamy state.

   Arriving at his place, Hope helped James out of the car and with great
effort, helped him up the stairs to his second floor home.  Opening the
door into the small living area, she parked him on the couch and quickly
explored the apartment.  It was a fairly new 2 bedroom, 2 bath apartment
that was maybe 800 square feet.  The front door had opened into a small
living room, which melded immediately into a dining area and three windows
overlooked the courtyard/common area.  A galley kitchen was right off the
dining area and the opposite end of that opened onto the hallway leading
back to one of the bedrooms.  A bath was opposite the kitchen right off the
hallway.  The first bedroom was the master and it had its own bath.  A
second bedroom was to the immediate right of the master, but the door was
curiously closed.

   First exploring the master bedroom, it was simply decorated with a
four-poster bed, twin night stands on either side of the queen-size bed and
a highboy dresser.  All of the furniture was well-matched in a cherry wood
finish and looked like it had come from something like a Rooms To Go store,
nothing high end.  A sliding glass door lead off to a covered balcony. 
Hope rifled through the highboy and found basic male clothing, a drawer of
boxers and various colored socks, a drawer of sweaters, one of t-shirts and
shorts and the top drawer contained some old watches and other male
jewelry. Opening the sliding doors to the closet, Hope saw a range of
button down shirts, 2 suits, 1 blue and 1 gray pinstripe, a terry bath robe
and several pairs of shoes.  Nothing out of the ordinary for a
twenty-something man.  Even the bathroom was fairly masculine with white
and black towels and washcloths, generic shampoo and soap as well as a
razor and shaving cream in the medicine cabinet.

   Hope went back into the living area and helped James back to his room.
She laid him on the bed, which she had turned down before returning with
him.  She first removed his shoes and socks and then unbuttoned his shirt.
It took quite a bit of effort to roll him back and forth to be able to get
the shirt off and then the white undershirt.  She was finally able to
unbuckle his pants and, sliding them off his hips, was greeted by the white
lace of a pair of women's panties.  Ah ha!  So, he does wear women's
clothing, lingerie, at least.  She was beginning to doubt what Amy had told
her over the phone.

   She peeled off his lace boy-short panties tossing them to the floor. 
James' flaccid penis was had been tucked between his legs was freed and
flopped over his exposed thigh.  He was devoid of body hair on his torso
and legs with the exception of a small `landing strip' of pubic hair just
above his penis.  Hope imagined that when he was fully tucked, his pubic
area would completely resemble a girl's.  Seeing his cock, a flame ignited
in Hope's pussy, a familiar itch aching to be scratched.  "Calm down girl,"
she said softly to herself.  "Plenty of time for that later.  Let's see
where Jaime keeps her secrets."

   Already switching from `him' to `her' in her own mind, she left James'
bedroom to look in the room with the closed door.  Quietly opening the
door, almost expecting someone to be in residence, Hope peered into the
darkened room.  The blinds were tightly closed, backlit by the outdoor
floodlights that had come on automatically at twilight so she could see
shadows of the contents of the room.  Crossing the open floor, Hope headed
for a low table against the right wall.

   Switching on the lamp at the corner, the room was bathed in a soft light
and she understood that this was clearly Jaime's room.  The low table in
front of her was her vanity with an array of cosmetics and makeup tools,
hair brushes, hair ribbons and head bands, hairspray and a hair dryer. 
Turning around, there was a brass daybed along the opposite wall and in
between was a long dresser.  Next to the door leading in to the room was
another door.  Opening that, Hope saw that it was a small walk-in closet,
and, flipping on the light, she saw that it housed a variety of women's
clothing.  Wire racks were stacked top and bottom on the left side and
contained blouses and skirts, all neatly hung, grouped by seasonality, it
seemed.  A wire rack to the right held a series of dresses, long, maxi-type
dresses as well as more mid-length, and two or three very risque club
dresses.  All in all, Hope was impressed by Jaime's style and taste in
clothes, and, quite honestly, was slightly awed.

   Returning to the bedroom, Hope went over to the dresser and opened
drawers examining their contents.  Some sweaters, light tops, a few pairs
of shorts were in the three drawers to the left.  The 3 on the right
contained some cotton pajamas, a few chemises in shades of pastels and some
bathing suits, bikinis, tankinis and some one-piece suits.

   The top center drawer contained some rings, bracelets, necklaces and
earrings.  She had very conservative taste in jewelry, mostly gold and
silver with a few odd pieces here and there.  It was the center cabinet
below the jewelry drawer that held the remainder.  There were three
slide-out drawers hidden behind the cabinet doors.  The top drawer, the
smallest, held two boxes and opening them, Hope discovered silicone breast
forms in each.  The forms were not very large, a size Small, according to
the lid.  "So, not in lust with large boobs, are we Jamie?" thought Hope,
feeling better about her own tiny tits.  The drawer also contained some
medical adhesive, skin tack wipes, medical tape and some cleaning solution.


   In the middle drawer was stuffed with panties of all colors and styles.
Clearly Jaime was a girl after her own heart a true connoisseur of
lingerie! Sliding her hands into the silky, satiny pile, she pulled a few
out.  They were mainly Victoria's Secret and some Target brands and, she
saw, something called Adore Me.  Hope remembered something about that and
the up and coming line of mail order lingerie it represented.  It wasn't La
Perla, Mimi Holliday, Emma Harris, Cadolle, Fleur or Bordelle, but Jaime
probably couldn't afford those anyway, at least not on James' salary.  She
made a mental note to give James a raise, if this all worked out.  She was
sure Jaime would appreciate that.

   The bottom drawer was Jaime's bra drawer and held a plethora of bras,
all neatly arranged by bra type, bralettes, racer backs, strapless, etc. 
Jaime seemed like a girl who knew how to care for her delicate things.

   Okay, now what?  She's obviously not a boy in a dress, as Amy had hoped
she wouldn't be, but I need the full story," mused Hope.  She went back
into James' bedroom and went to the medicine cabinet.  Opening it, she
found a bottle of Wellbutrin, a bottle of Provera and one of Propecia.  The
labels on the Provera and Propecia indicated they'd been filled recently.
The Wellbutrin had only 6 or 7 pills remaining and had 2 refills remaining
before a new prescription was due.  The prescribing physician was the same
on all three meds.

   Obviously the Wellbutrin was to treat depression and anxiety and it was
only recently that Jamie had started hormone therapy.  Provera was the
female hormone replacement and Propecia was the anti-androgen.  James had
clearly decided that Jaime would become a permanent fixture.  Hope stood in
the bathroom staring at the open cabinet and silent tears began to fall. 
Her heart was breaking for Jaime, and for James, the antidepressant bottle
a stark reminder of the pain and agony that James was enduring having to
keep Jaime locked in her room so much.  Hope realized that her discovery
could possibly bring an end to that pain for so many others.  Wiping away
her tears, she got out her iPhone and texted Amy.  "James is sleeping.  I'm
going to have a chat with Jaime.  I think she's going to be key for us."

   A `ding' signaled Amy's response.  "Bravo!  I'll be home Sunday night
and want all of the details of your chat with Jaime.  XXOO, Me."

   Looking at her watch and making a few notes of some items she'd need
this weekend, Hope thought more about how her discussion would unfold.

   To be continued...

   Next Chapter: Jaime's Story

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