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2___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________


"Now, you can help, Samantha," Susan said.

Samantha?

"Oh, that's great Susan," Sharon said.  "A very pretty name, and we won't
even have to change her nickname."

Sam got the idea they were talking about him again.

"Set the table, please," Susan ordered.  "The plates are in the cabinet over
there."

Sam went to the indicated cabinet, and took the plates down.  He took them
to the table, and began laying the plates around it.  Then, he took the
utensils from another drawer, and put them next to the plates.

"No, no, Sam," Sharon said, laughing.  "Didn't your mother teach you
anything?  You set the fork on the left of the plate, the knife on the right
of the plate, and the spoon to the right of the knife."

Sam rearranged the utensils.

He noticed that there were no cups or glasses, so he went back to the china
cabinet, taking down enough to go around.

When he finished, Susan took him by the shoulders, and kissed the top of his
head.

"You did very well, Sam," she said, "but you will be having milk, not
coffee.  Get a glass and put it here." She indicated a place.  "Then put the
cup and saucer away."

Sam complied with a sigh.

The lasagna in the oven, and the table set, the three of them went back in
the living room to watch more television.  It was some inane talk show with
a black woman asking stupid, abrasive questions of her guests.  Sam tried to
look interested.

Jane and Carol came in together while Oprah was on.  They took one look at
the sofa, and had Sam stand up and turn around for them.  Both exclaimed how
adorable he looked.

Oprah was over when Gwen and Lois came in.  Sam later found out that Gwen
was Lois' nurse at her office downtown.  The ritual of exclaiming over Sam's
appearance was repeated.

At last, Gloria came in.  She too exclaimed on how good Sam looked.

Sam felt like a prize kitten or dog, the way these women oohed and ahhed
over him.  He also felt quite embarrassed to be wearing the dress in front
of all of them, though they took it a the most natural thing in the world.

The lasagna was done by now, and the whole crew adjourned to the kitchen
table for dinner.

"Sharon and I made lasagna.  We didn't know what else to do tonight.
Samantha helped, and set the table," Susan said, grinning broadly.

The women all complimented Sam on the table, obviously proud that he was
accepting some of the duties.  They also seemed to accept Samantha as his
name.  He guessed he was going to be stuck with it.

After dinner, Sam was given an apron and stuck with clearing the table and
drying the dishes again.  When he was done, and had hung the apron up in the
designated place, they joined the rest of the women in the living room.

"Don't sit down yet," Gloria said.  "We need to check out your progress.
Come into the bedroom."

Sam glumly followed Gloria into the bedroom.  Lois and Gwen followed the
both of them.

"Take off your clothes," Gloria ordered, her manner professional now.  Sam
stumbled trying to get at the buttons on the dress, but Gwen helped him
there, and finally got undressed.

"Lie on your back here on the bed," Gloria ordered.

"Now bend your knees, and spread your legs," she ordered once more.

Unlike earlier, Sam felt Gloria's fingers as she opened his vaginal passage
and probed around inside.

"It seems normal enough," Gloria concluded, then began rubbing around Sam's
nipples.

"No significant growth, but then, it has been less than twenty four hours,"
she said.

"She looks normal," Lois said to Gloria.  "I'd have to do a full series to
be absolutely sure, but her process is certainly remarkable."

"Thank you," Gloria beamed.  "It is too soon yet to have an internal,
though.  We'll have that done in a few days."

Sam listened to the women talk together about him, but not to him.  He might
as well have been a side of pork.

"You may get dressed now," Gloria said, at last to him.

"I think we can let her watch TV for a while with us," Lois said.  "She
seems to have been a good girl today."

Sam was fumbling at getting his clothes back on.  Gwen had to help him with
the buttons again.

Finally dressed, they all went back to the living room.

They watched the news together, then a couple of quiz shows.

"Samantha has had a hard day," Gloria said.  "She still has a number of
changes going on, and she needs some sleep."

"She has been a good girl today," Sharon suggested.

"Even good girls need lots of sleep to grow into big women, and good
mommies," Gloria replied.

"OK. It's bed time for Samantha, then," Susan said.

"Samantha, stand up, and kiss all your mommies," Susan continued.

Sam dutifully went to each of the women for a big hug, and a sloppy kiss.
Then, she followed Susan into the bedroom.

Susan unbuttoned the dress, and had Sam take off all his clothes.  As he was
doing this, she went into the bathroom and began to run some bath water for
him.

"Come in here for your bath," she called to him.

Sam came into the bathroom, surprised to find the tub full of bubbles.  He
got in the tub at Susan's order, and Susan washed him all over.  Then, Susan
put some soap on her finger, and probed Sam's vagina.

"You will need to do that from now on," Susan explained.  "You need to keep
your vagina clean, or you will get sick."

When she was done, Susan had Sam get out of the tub and dried him with a big
towel.  She threw the towel into the hamper, and led Sam back into the
bedroom.

Susan went to the dresser, and came back with a short nightgown.

"Put this on, just like you did the slip earlier," Susan said.

Susan turned down the bed clothes as Sam was putting on the nightgown.

Sam got under the covers, which Susan smoothed over him.

"Good night, Sam," Susan said, as she bent over and kissed him on the
forehead.

Susan turned off the lights, and walked out of the room.  Sam did not hear
the door lock, but he knew the others were in the living room anyway, so
there was no way out there.

He tossed and turned for a while, thinking of the predicament he found
himself in, then realized he was really tired, and finally fell asleep.

He was half awakened several times as one or the other of the women came
into the room, looked down upon him, and kissed him.  He never became fully
awake, though.



5 Chapter -    Saturday


Sam was finally wakened to someone shaking his shoulder.  He was stumped for
a moment, confused as to where he was.  Then it all came back to him in a
flash.  He opened his eyes to see Gloria looking down at him.

"Good morning, Samantha," she said, smiling broadly at him.

"Let's just have a quick look at you."

Like the evening before, Gloria probed his vagina first, then ran her hands
under the nightgown and up over Sam's chest.  Sam felt the resistance, and
the strange movement on his chest.  He was somewhat startled at the
sensation, and it must have shown on his face.

"Your breasts are beginning to grow, Samantha," Gloria informed him.  "They
are well formed, but still quite small.  Never fear, they will grow."

Not really believing he was growing breasts, Sam picked up the nightgown.
Sure enough, some small, but discernable fatty tissue had grown under his
nipples.  With a sigh, he dropped the nightgown over him again.

Gloria just laughed at this reaction and left the room.

"Well, Samantha," Susan said as she came in, "I hear your breasts are
forming.  You'll have your first period pretty soon, I guess."

Period?  Was he going to have the woman's curse as well as everything else
that had happened to him?

Susan was smiling as she said, "Well, a young girl with budding breasts
simply can't wear the little girl's dress you had yesterday.  Let's see what
else we can find."

Susan turned to the dresser.  She pulled a pair of nylon panties out,
handing them to Sam.  Sam looked at the white things, especially at the lace
all over them.  They were even smaller than the panties he'd been given
yesterday.  Sighing, he put them on.

Susan held out a cotton bra to him.

"This is a training bra," she explained.  "It is for younger girls just
beginning to show their breasts.  I guess you qualify." She laughed at the
last part.

"Put your arms through the straps, then over your shoulders."

"Good, now pull the cups over your little breasts."

Susan came over now.  "Now, there are little hooks and eyes at the back of
the strap.  Feel them with your fingers, then put the hooks into the eyes."

Sam stumbled doing it, but got the little hooks through the eyes.

"Here's your slip," Susan said, handing Sam a nylon slip.  This one did not
have the flounced bottom, but did have cups in the top.

Sam got the slip on, figuring out that he needed to get the slip's cups over
the bra's.

"Hmmmmm.  What can we find for outerwear," Susan considered as she looked
through the closet.

Finally she came over to Sam holding two hangers.  One had a white blouse on
it.  It kind of looked like a short sleeved shirt, but it had lacy edges on
the collar, and some kind of embroidered flower stitched on the front of it.
It also had a seam on both sides, so it would fit over a girl's breasts.
The skirt was on the other hanger.  It was pleated, and full.  The design on
it was simply repeated roses on a white background.  At the waistband, Sam
saw a button and a zipper.

Sam figured out how to put the blouse on.  It wasn't much different than
putting on a shirt.  Of course, it buttoned backwards, and he did have to
adjust it so the fuller part fit over his breasts.

He looked at the skirt for a minute.  He'd seen women taking them off and
putting them on for years, but he'd never done it for himself.  He
unbuttoned the button, and unzipped the zipper.  He stuck his hands through
the waist, and let it settle down on him from over his head.  It stuck once
at his breasts, but tugged free rather easily.  He caught it at his waist,
and began turning it around to figure out what to do with the zipper.

"Put the button and zipper at the back, dear," Susan said.

Sam got his arms around back, and managed to get the skirt buttoned with
some difficulty.  The zipper was a little easier.

Susan provided a clean pair of white anklets, and the same shoes as
yesterday.

Jake remembered to double the anklets down, showing the lace.  Then he stood
up for Susan's inspection.  He even turned completely around without her
asking.

"Very nice, Samantha," Susan said.  "Now, let's do something with your
hair."

Susan brushed Sam's hair, getting much longer now, straight back.  Then, she
brushed it upwards from the nape of the neck.  She caught the hair from all
over the head, and put a rubber band around it, creating a pony tail.

"Now, let's get some breakfast," Susan said

They went into the kitchen, where the other women were assembled.  Sam had
to stop in the middle of the floor and pirouette for the ladies, so they
could all compliment him on being such an attractive young lady.

Sam remembered to smooth the skirt as he sat in his chair.  The meal was the
same as yesterday.

This time, he ate the meal, and drank his milk, without a whimper.

The women were drinking coffee, watching, as Sam ate.  They noticed that he
collected the dishes, taking them to the sink when he was done.

"That's a good girl," Sharon said.

Sharon washed, and Sam donned the apron, drying again.

They all went into the living room when the dishes were done.

Gloria came over to Sam on the sofa.  "You are developing nicely, my dear,"
she said.  "I think we can speed the process a little bit though."

She got her bag, and filled a needle from one of the bottles.

"Lie on your front on the sofa," Gloria directed.

When Sam complied, Gloria lifted the skirt and slip up, exposing Sam's
panties.  She pulled the waistband of the panties down slightly, and swabbed
an area on his hip.  Then, she jabbed him with the needle.

Sam started when the needle bit into him, then eased up.  He felt the fluid
entering his body, but it was not the severe burning he recalled from the
last time.

Pulling the needle out, Gloria swabbed the hip again, readjusting the
panties, and pulling the slip and skirt down.

"I am done, Samantha," Gloria announced.  "You may sit up now."

Sam sat up on the sofa, after rubbing the sore spot created by the shot.  He
really did not feel too much.  Then, the injection hit him all at once, and
he collapsed into unconsciousness.



6 Chapter -    Growing Pains


He did not know how long he had been out when he returned to the world.  He
did know he felt a terrible binding across his chest and around his butt.
As he recalled where he was, he had a sinking feeling of why he was so
uncomfortable.

"Fascinating," Lois was saying to Gloria.  "I have never seen such rapid
development."

"It does not happen too often," Gloria responded.  "Every once in a while I
do get a responsive subject, and we can accelerate the process this way,
though."

"Ah, I see sleeping beauty has awakened," Gwen said to the women sitting
around the living room.

"And, I can also see she seems quite uncomfortable," she continued.

"Come along to the bedroom, Samantha," Sharon said.

Sam rose to follow Sharon.  He felt very much different now.  Obviously, he
felt different all along in his new female body, but now he felt top heavy,
and bottom heavy at the same time.  Besides that, his chest and butt were
tight.

As soon as they got into the bedroom, Sharon told him to take off all his
clothing.

He undid the skirt, and let it fall to the floor.  Next he unbuttoned the
blouse.

The tightness in his chest decreased as he got it unbuttoned.  He got it
off, and laid it on the bed.  Then, he pulled the slip over his head.

The tightness eased up a little more, though much less than in removing the
blouse.

Unhooking the bra brought a sense of relief that was almost ecstacy.  He
dropped the bra on the other clothes, and slipped the panties down.

The tightness in his butt eased.  It had not been as severe as that in his
chest, but bad enough.

He then slipped off the shoes and socks.

Sharon came over to him, with a tape measure in her hands.

"Stand up, Sam," she ordered.

Sam stood, as she began taking measurements in several places on his body.
Several times, she had him move his arms to the sides, so she could get the
tape in the desired spot.  When she was finally done, she had a series of
numbers written on a piece of paper.

"Just sit on the bed and wait for a few minutes," she said, leaving the
room.

Susan came into the room a few minutes later, just to keep Sam company.

In a bit, Sharon came back in.  She handed a sheet of paper to Susan, who
put it in her purse.

"You will be all right for a while," Susan said.  "I have to go do some
shopping."

Susan left the room without another glance.

Sam bowed his head in dejection.  He then noticed how large is breasts were
now.  He stood, walked over to the dressing table, and looked in the mirror.

His butt had grown larger, and rounder, as well, and his waist looked
nipped.  He had the figure of a good looking woman now.

As he was discovering the changes, Sharon had picked up the clothing so
recently discarded, and placed it in the hamper.  She left Sam with his
thoughts as she left the bedroom.

Sam, depressed, lay down on the bed.  Everything was happening too fast for
him.  He just lay there, mindless, for an hour.

At last, Susan returned.  She had a bunch of shopping bags with her as she
entered the room.

"Why so quiet, Samantha," she asked.

"Well don't talk," she continued.  "Just stand up."

Susan dug into one of the bags, and pulled a box out.  She opened the box,
and handed a brand new bra to Sam.

"This one should fit now," she said.  "Try it on."

Sam put the bra on, like he had the training bra that morning.  He was
becoming more facile working behind his back, and the bra went on easily.
It fit snugly, but there was no constriction.

Susan dug into another bag, pulling out a large box.  She opened the box,
and pulled a panty liner out.  Then, she dug into another bag, pulling out a
pair of the skimpiest, laciest panties Sam had ever seen.  She stuck the
liner into the panty's crotch, and handed them to Sam.

When Sam pulled the panties up, he found they hardly covered anything except
his crotch.  They also felt wierd, like cardboard, with the panty liner in
them.

Susan was still digging through the bags, when she pulled out a blouse.  She
handed it over to Sam.

This one did not have any sleeves at all.  It also buttoned in the back, and
the neckline looked awfully low to Sam.  He put his arms through the holes,
confirming the neckline was very low, and struggled to button the back.  He
finally got it done, and looked down.  The tops of his breasts were clearly
visible over the fabric of the blouse.  The outline of the bra was also
clearly defined through the fabric.

Susan handed a skirt over to Sam.  Sam held it up.  It was constructed very
similar to the one of the morning, except it was shorter, and straight.  It
was all pink.

He undid the button, and slipped it over his head.  He got the button and
zipper up with little problem this time.

Susan now came over and sat next to him on the bed.  She had a plastic egg
in her hand.  Jake knew pantyhose often came in such eggs.  He also knew he
had no idea in the world how to get into pantyhose.

Susan broke the egg open, and pulled the pantyhose out.  She found the
waistband, and began rolling it all the way down one leg.  When it was
rolled all the way to the toe, she slipped the toe over Sam's foot.  She
then unrolled the hose until she got to his knee.  She then rolled the other
leg, and repeated the process.  Then she brought the rest of the panty hose
up, until the waistband was snug on Sam's waist.

Susan went back to her bags, and pulled a shoe box out of one of them.  She
pulled a pair of pumps out of the box, in pink to match the skirt Sam now
wore.

She handed them to Sam, who slipped them on his feet.

Once again, Susan searched through the bags, this time coming out with a
shoulder purse.  It was just a plain black purse with a long strap on it.
She laid that on the bed.

She now came out with several smaller boxes.  She opened each, until a
necklace, bracelet, and a pair of earrings were exposed.  She quickly placed
these on Sam.

Finally, she brought a tube of lipstick out of the bags.  It was a hot pink,
close to the color of the skirt and shoes.  She opened the package, and
opened the tube up.

"Sit very still," Susan said.

Jake sat still, while Susan put the greasy stuff all over his lips."Take the
paper wadding out of the purse, Sam," she commanded.

Susan put the lipstick inside the purse, and said, "Put the strap over your
shoulder, and let's go into the next room."

Sam almost tripped and fell as he began to follow her.  He was not used to 3
inch spike heels.  He found he had to take shorter steps, and walk more
slowly.

When he got to the living room, Susan was already on the sofa, lying back
exhausted from her quick trip to the mall.  The other women were leaning
forward in their seats, though.

Sam felt himself on center stage again.

"Lovely," said Gwen.

"Very pretty," echoed Lois.

And so it went, as all the women expressed their pleasure at Sam and his new
clothes.

"We have tried to keep her hair looking reasonable," Sharon spoke, breakin
the spell, "but I think she's ready for a salon treatment now.  We also have
to take her shopping.  She can't go for long with one miniskirt."

Sam sat on the edge of the sofa, stunned by these revelations.  They were
going to take him out in public looking like this.

"Well, let's get this show on the road before it gets too late," Jane
suggested.



7 Chapter -    Getting Ready


As Sam heard the plans being made for him, he grew concerned, then turned up
his resolve at the prospect of going to a beauty salon.

"No," he cried.  "I won't do it.  Change me back, and let me go home."

The women sat stunned for a moment.

"Well, if that is how you feel about it," Gloria began, "I guess we don't
have much choice.  Girls!  Hold her down."

Suddenly, Susan and Lois grabbed Sam's arms, flinging him to the floor face
down.  Jane and Gwen grasped him by the ankles as he hit the floor.  Squirm
though he tried, Sam could not break free of the women's hold on him.

Gloria had gone to the bedroom, and Sam now saw her returning, with the
needle held out in front of her.  She already had the protective cap off,
and was squirting a drop from the needle as she came closer.  She had an
alcohol swab in her other hand.

She knelt down by Sam, and lifted his skirt until it was over his waist.
Then, she calmly began swabbing his hip with the alcohol.  Sam's panties
were brief enough that she didn't have to move them out of the way at all.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes as he saw the resolve in the women's eyes.
They looked absolutely serious to him.  He felt his own resolve lessening.

"I guess you like being a woman enough already to want to join us
permanently," Gloria was saying, as she adjusted the hypodermic in her
hands.

At once, Sam's resolve and determination broke down.

"No, please," he began to cry.  "Don't stick me.  I'll do anything you ask."

"That is a much, much better response," Gloria said.

Gloria looked at each of the other women, and each nodded her head briefly.

Gloria pulled Sam's skirt back down over his panties, then patted his butt.

"Oh, so you don't really want to be one of us forever," she said laughing.
"Well, I guess we can wait to see what develops.  But, in case you try
something silly like this again, I'll just keep the syringe in my purse."

The women holding his limbs released their grip, and Sam sat up, cowed and
ashamed.

"You were getting to be such a good girl, until now," Susan added.

"I know I could use a perm," Susan continued.

"So could I," joined Jane.

"Why don't Jane and I take Samantha here down to Aileen's, while the rest of
you go home and get dressed," Susan suggested.  "We can make a full day of
it, then go dancing tonight."

"Well, we have been so busy planning this that we have not been out for some
fun for a few weeks," Lois opined.  "That sounds like a good plan to me."

The women all agreed to the plan, and they would all meet in an hour or two
at Aileen's beauty shop.

Susan was dressed in a plain skirt and blouse combination, while Jane was in
jeans and a top.

"If we are going to make a full day of it," Jane said, "I'll have to go home
and change."

"We're about the same size," Susan said.  "I have a darling little dress
that would look lovely on you.  Come on."

Susan and Jane went into Susan's bedroom to change their clothes.

Sam sulked miserably on the sofa, while the other women waited in the living
room for Susan and Jane to come back before going their separate ways.

Shortly, the two women returned, now dressed in frilly dresses with floral
patterns.  Jane had even borrowed a pair of heels from Susan.  They both
looked ready for anything.

The two women picked up their purses, and turned to Sam.

"Come along, Samantha," Susan said, "And be a good girl for us."

"Oh, I think I can assure that," Jane commented, as she stood up and went
into the kitchen.

Jane rooted around in the kitchen drawers until she found a small squeeze
bottle.  She filled it about halfway full with water from the tap, and
dumped the powder from Gloria's envelope into it.  Then, she stuck a leak
proof top on the bottle, and returned to the living room.

She held up the bottle, so Sam could see it clearly.

"Sam, darling," she said.  "I dissolved the final dose powder into water,
and put it in this bottle.  I'll bet I can get enough down your throat to do
the job if you try anything stupid."

"Great idea, Jane," Susan said, smiling.  "Lets be off, then."

Sulking, Sam followed Susan and Jane out into the hallway.

The trio almost got as far as the elevator, when Gwen came running out of
the apartment.

"Sam forgot her purse," she explained, handing the shoulder bag over to Sam.

"Thanks, Gwen," Susan said.  "We'll see you in a bit down at Aileen's."

The girls decided to take Jane's car, a two door sedan.  Jane got in the
driver's seat, and unlocked the passenger side for the others.

"Why don't you get in the back, Samantha," Susan suggested, sounding more
like an order than an option.  With that, she pulled the front seat forward
so Sam could get in the rear.

Jane drove them all to the largest shopping mall in the city.



8 Chapter -    Aileen's


Aileen's proved to be in one of the outer buildings, not in the mall itself.
It was a large concrete building, with lots of plate glass windows.  They
could see a dozen or so women inside as they pulled into a parking slot.

As they got out of the car and walked to the beauty salon, Sam considered
that he had no desire to be there, he didn't know what went on in one of
these "hen coops," and it would probably hurt.  He dropped behind the
others.

Noticing Sam lagging a step or so, Jane turned to him and opened her purse.
The squeeze bottle was plainly visible to Sam.  Jane simply smiled as Sam
hurried to join the others.

As they entered Aileen's, Sam was stunned to see a woman he'd taken to bed
before come over to the others and greet them warmly.  He knew Aileen, but
hadn't known she ran a beauty parlor.

"This is Samantha," Jane was saying to Aileen.  "She's the one we were
discussing last week."

Aileen looked Sam over critically.  Then she smiled and said, "Hi, Sam.
Gloria sure did a nice job on you."

"What will it be girls," Aileen continued to all three.

"I think I'll just have a wash and set," Jane answered.

"I need a cut and perm," Susan began, "and Sam here needs the works.  Could
you make sure she gets a chair in the back, so she will have to pass us to
leave?"

"No problem at all, Susan," Aileen replied.  "Come along girls."

As they followed Aileen down the aisle of beautician's chairs, Sam was
assaulted by some rather strange, and unpleasant smells.  His apprehension
deepened as he tried to consider the implications of "the works."

Jane was seated first, then Susan a few chairs later.  Sam dutifully
followed Aileen to a chair in the very back of the parlor.

As Sam sat down in the chair, a woman took his purse, putting it on a
counter behind him, and placed a plastic bib around his neck.  He saw that
it covered his bust line, and had a kind of trap built in, probably to catch
falling hair, he decided.

Aileen leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Cross your legs, Sam.  All the
women who come here wear panties, and they don't need to see yours."

Sam flushed a bright red, as Aileen smiled at him.  He crossed his legs,
knee over knee, as he had seen women do for years, finding the position not
uncomfortable, if a little strange.

"Good," Aileen beamed.  "This is Carol," she indicated a woman dressed in a
white uniform.  "She will wash your hair and prepare you.  I think I'll do
you myself."

With that, Aileen went off to visit some of the other patrons, and Carol
moved in.

Sam was still pondering what the preparation was all about, when he felt the
back of the chair lean fully back.

Carol immediately took off the rubber band holding his hair, and he felt it
fall into a wash basin.  Carol then began spraying it with water.  She
shampooed, and rinsed, then wrapped Sam's hair with a towel.  She rubbed the
hair vigorously for a few minutes, then took the towel off, and began
squeezing some kind of liquid from another bottle onto the hair.  This done,
she raised the chair back to the upright position, and brushed Sam's still
damp hair with a stiff plastic brush.

Aileen came back while Carol was finishing the brushing.  "Thanks, Carol,"
she said as Carol went off somewhere else.

"You know, I haven't seen you in ages," Aileen said, "and I must say you are
looking much better than ever."

As she was making conversation, Aileen was cutting and combing Sam's hair.
Every few seconds, she stepped back and inspected her work.

At last Aileen got done cutting, and grabbed a box of hair rollers.  She
made a number of strands from Sam's hair, and rolled each one on a separate
roller.  Then, she got some sort of smelly liquid out, and doused the hair
on each of the rollers with the stuff.  This done, she brought out a mesh
cap, which she place over the now rolled hair.

"I'm going to do a real special job on you," Aileen confided, "in memory of
our previous acquaintance." She laughed.

"Come over to the dryers," she said, leading Sam over to an area filled with
dome shaped hair dryers.

She placed Sam in one of the chairs, and drew one of the domes down over his
head.  Sam felt the intense heat from the dryer immediately as she turned it
on.

Another woman came over to Sam's dryer, and Aileen introduced him to Sandy,
the manicurist.  Sandy took Sam's hand and began working, while Aileen
walked away again.

While Sam's hair was drying, Sandy was doing his nails.  She was done a few
minutes before Aileen came back.  Sam's nails were now definitely shaped
like a woman's, and a bright scarlet to boot.

Aileen felt under the dryer.  Sam's hair was still a bit damp.  So, Aileen
handed Sam a copy of Vogue, and walked away.

Sam was not interested in Vogue at all, but it was something to do while he
was stuck under the dryer.  He began leafing through the magazine.  Seeing
all the ads for hair care products, he began to wonder what he would end up
looking like.

Aileen returned, and again felt Sam's hair.  Satisfied this time, she turned
the dryer off, and removed the dome.  She told him he could keep the
magazine as he came back to the chair they had used before.

Sam was more interested in what Aileen was doing to him than in the
magazine.  He felt her remove the mesh, then the rollers, then brush his
hair out.  Then, she began combing, and brushing, and trimming the hair, in
what seemed to be a totally unorganized manner.

Still inspecting every once in a while, she got to the point where she
seemed pleased, and began to spray some hair spray on Sam's head.  She still
kept combing and brushing, only occasionally trimming now.

"That looks lovely on her," he heard Susan say to Aileen.  He now noticed
that Susan and Jane were both standing with Aileen.  Their treatments must
be done.

Aileen agreed, then grabbed a pair of tweezers, and began shaping Sam's
eyebrows.  She took some torture implement, and shaped Sam's eyelashes.  She
then proceeded to eyeliner, mascara, apply eye shadow, blusher, and finally
lipstick.  Then, she took a pad, and put a light coat of powder over the
whole face.

"How about the ears," Aileen asked.

"Yes.  I think so," Susan agreed.

Jane simply nodded.

Aileen grabbed something that looked like a manual paper puncher.  She went
to one of Sam's ears, and fitted the instrument over it.  Then she pressed
down.

Sam felt a sharp, severe pain in his earlobe, as the device pierced his ear.
It subsided a bit until Aileen stuck a gold post earring through the hole
she had created.  She did the same thing with the other ear, much to Sam's
pain and chagrin.

Aileen then took a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and rubbed it all over
Sam's earlobes.  She stepped back to admire her work.

"Very nice, Aileen," Jane said.

"She is lovely," Susan agreed.

With these votes of approval, Aileen removed the bib.  She brought a mirror
over so that Sam could see the results of her work.

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