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  One of my favourite stories for which I would like to find an
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  A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is
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8___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________


"Well, if you won't learn how to take care of yourself, I don't care if you
get pregnant," Gwen said tightly.  "I just hope it isn't with Tom.  He'd
feel obliged to marry you, and he deserves much, much better than you."

"Hmmmpf!" Sam exclaimed.

Gwen now burst into tears.

"Get out of my house!," she shouted.  "I don't want to see you again."

"I didn't want to be here in the first place," Sam retorted, as he angrily
stomped out the front door, slamming it behind himself.

Gwen was running, in tears, towards her bedroom as Sam left the house.

Sam stood on the door stoop, taking deep breaths.  He was more than angry.
He was angry that he was here, angry with Gwen, and angry that he was in
this body.  He was also angry that his clothes were so revealing, and angry
at all the women who had brought him to this condition.

As he cooled down a little, still on the door stoop, he decided he needed a
drink.  Then it dawned on him that he had no money.  Frustrated, he decided
just to walk away and let these women find themselves another play toy.  He
began walking down the driveway.

He cooled down even more as he was walking, and realized that he had even
left his purse on Gwen's sofa.  He had no money, no identification, and
nowhere to go.  He was stuck in this female body, dressed like a hooker, and
walking in one of the most affluent suburbs of the city.

He looked up to see a police car passing slowly on the street.  He saw the
officer looking suspiciously at him.  He turned and walked back to Gwen's
doorstep.  All he needed was to get arrested as a hooker, he thought.

He sat on Gwen's door stoop, and his anger changed to despair.  He realized
that he had no hope at all of getting back to his old self without Gloria's
help.  He also realized he'd made Gwen mad, and Gwen had probably been the
most helpful of the women in the group.  She would probably have Gloria give
him the final dose now, he thought.  Heck, she might even do it herself and
be happy taking her revenge.  With these thoughts, he bowed his head an
began sobbing, for the first time since he'd cried since he had been a
little boy.

He was still crying when the door opened softly.

Gwen stood at the doorway and said gently, "Come inside Sam."

Sam followed her, still sniffling.

"Sit here," she directed, in her no nonsense tone.  "I'll call one of the
others to come get you."

Sam could see the tracks on her face where she'd been crying through his own
tears.

"I'm sorry, Gwen," he blubbered through his tears.  "Please, don't be mad at
me.  Can we try again?"

Gwen looked at him in surprise.  Sam seemed so dejected, sitting there
crying, and so sincere.

She put her hand on Sam's cheek, gently.

"Sam," she said softly, "you hurt me terribly.  I should give you your final
dose now, but I can see your really are sorry."

"Come into the bathroom," she directed, "we both have to repair our faces."

They went into the large bathroom, where Gwen took a wash cloth and washed
the tears from Sam's face.  Then, she washed her own face, and took him by
the hand back into the living room.

As they settled into their previous positions, Gwen said, "I am disappointed
in you Sam.  And I'm still angry and hurt.  I'm too upset to continue
teaching what you need to know, but I'll try."

"Have you taken your pill today?" Gwen asked.

Sam looked over at her.  He had not taken one of those birth control pills.
He had no intention of needing them.

"No," he admitted.

"Sam," she said softly, "you must take one of those pills every morning.
You never know when you will need them, what with rapists around, or maybe
just the right man comes along."

Sam had never considered the possibility of rape before.  He had never had
to think too seriously about that in the past.  Rape was something that only
happened to women.

As he was thinking, Gwen had gone into the kitchen, and now returned with a
tumbler full of water.

"Take your pill now," she said.

Sam fumbled in his purse, finding the bag from the drug store.  He opened
it, and saw a plastic container with twenty eight pills arranged in a circle
on it.  The pills pushed through the foil backing.  He got one, and took it
with the water Gwen handed him.

Gwen took the tumbler back to the kitchen while Sam was looking in
fascination at the pill container.

"If you remember nothing else," Gwen said softly, as she reseated herself on
the chair, "remember that your body wants you to give it a baby.  You can
trick your body with the pills, but it will still try and get you pregnant."

"Now," she continued, "we have made a mess out of our time together this
morning, and you have to be at Darlene's in a few minutes.  We have just
about enough time to get there."

As they got into Gwen's car, Sam said softly, "I really am sorry."

"I know, dear," Gwen said.  "I won't do anything hasty, but you better not
let this happen again."

They drove to the dress shop in silence, each deep in her own thoughts.



25 Chapter -    First Fitting


When Darlene met them in her shop, Sam noticed that several other women were
present, looking over clothes hanging on racks or bolts of fabric stacked on
tables.  Most of the women were in pants, and they were mostly young.

"Gwen, Sam!" Darlene greeted them cheerfully.  "You are right on time, but I
am afraid I am a little behind.  Sarah Brewster added two more bridesmaids,
and I'm still fitting them."

"That's OK, Darlene," Gwen said, with a small smile on her lips.  "Do you
mind if I use your phone?"

"No," Darlene answered, "go right ahead.  Use the one in my office.  You
know where it is.  In the meantime, I'll take Sam into the fitting room.
We'll be in the same one we used the other night."

"Fine, and thanks," Gwen said, as she went off to Darlene's office.

Darlene took Sam into the curtained cubicle where he'd been put into the
strapless dress on Saturday.  Cindy poked her head through the curtains,
greeted Sam, and disappeared again.

"Ok, Sam," Darlene said, "take your dress off and get up on the pedestal."

As Sam was disrobing, Darlene leaned through one of the curtains, returning
with some material on a hanger.

"You made quite a hit at The Game Cock," Darlene said cheerily, as Sam stood
on the small platform.

Sam thought back to Saturday, and had to smile, despite himself.

"Oh," Darlene said, "I didn't realize you were wearing a bra.  You'll need
to take that off so I can fit you properly."

Sam took the bra off, throwing it to the couch where he had laid the dress.
His breasts got chilly as they were exposed to the air, and his nipples
stiffened.

Darlene laughed a bit, as she began wrapping the fabric on his body.

Darlene draped the fabric in various ways, putting pins through the material
every so often.  She was humming to herself as she stood to examine her
work.

Just then Susan walked into the cubicle.  If looks could kill, Sam would
have been dead.

"Darlene," she said sweetly, "do you mind?  I need to talk with Sam for a
moment."

"Certainly," Darlene said, as she tactfully went through the curtain.

There was steel in Susan's voice as she began, "How could you?"

"You hurt Gwen deeply," she continued.  "I have half a mind to stick this
into your fat butt right this minute." She produced the hypodermic from her
purse.

"Susan!", Gwen's voice was raised as she stepped into the cubicle.

"Sam apologized," Gwen said.  "Yes, I am hurt, but I think she was sincere.
I don't think you need the needle."

Susan looked at Gwen, fiercely at first, then softening.  She looked at Sam
again.

"Young lady," she had the steel back in her voice, "you are very, very lucky
to have Gwen here to defend you." She placed the syringe back into her
purse.

"If I EVER hear even a hint of that type of thing happening again, not even
Gwen's pleading will save you from the final shot," she continued.  "Do you
understand me?"

Sam, the cold feeling of dread receding from his stomach, said contritely,
"Yes, ma'am."

Susan wrapped her arms around Gwen's shoulders as they both walked out of
the cubicle.  Darlene stepped in a moment later, and began fussing with the
dress again.

A while later, Susan and Gwen returned, both laughing, obviously in better
spirits.  They both took a long look at Sam, still on the pedestal under
Darlene's ministrations.

Sam wanted to shrink into the background, but he was the center of attention
in the small room.  He surely did not want Susan or Gwen any angrier than
they already had demonstrated.

"Darlene," Susan said, "that is lovely.  Can you do one like it for me in
that powder blue I like.  I think I want the walking slit in the back
though."

"Thank you, Susan," Darlene mumbled, her mouth full of pins.  "I think so.
I have your measurements on file, but we'll still need to do a final
fitting.  How about the same time as you bring Sam back?"

"Sounds good to me," Susan laughed, "and don't swallow those pins."

Gwen considered the dress now draped over Sam's body.  It had various
reddish sequins all over the strapless bodice and midriff, continuing in a v
shaped pattern down his belly.  A pale pink silk fabric fell to the floor in
a straight skirt.  She knew it would have a high slit in front when it was
done.

"It IS lovely," Gwen said at last.  "but I don't want to have the same dress
as two others.  Maybe if you could do a red one, with spaghetti straps, and
maybe a chiffon overskirt."

Darlene stopped working on Sam's dress and took the pins out of her mouth.
She ducked into the other room for a second, and brought some material back
with her.  She wrapped some fine net-like fabric over Sam's waist, letting
it fall to the floor.  The pink of the skirt fabric showed through it, but
it looked somehow more elegant.

"I think so," Darlene said, looking at what she had done.  "I think a few
chiffon roses on the overskirt would be nice too."

"Yes, yes," agreed Gwen eagerly.  "Can you do it?"

Darlene laughed, "Certainly.  Would you like to come in with these two for
the final fitting?"

"Sure," Gwen laughed.  "It's only money, after all."

The three women giggled, as Sam stood uncomfortably in front of them.

Darlene began unwrapping Sam's body from the fabric and said, "I think I've
got all I need for today."

The women again laughed.

"I should think so," Susan exclaimed.  "You started with one gown.  Now,
you'll be making three."

Sam was finally unwrapped, and stepped over to the couch to get dressed.  He
picked up the bra.

"No," Susan ordered.  "Put that in your purse.  You have been a bad girl,
and you'll have to go bra-less for the rest of the day.  We'll see how you
like it when the men in the mall notice your breasts jiggling."

Gwen, Susan and Darlene laughed as the mental image painted itself on their
minds.

Sam, uncomfortable at the prospect of drawing that kind of attention,
reluctantly put the bra into his purse.  Then, he slipped into the blouse
and skirt.  He could feel his breasts exploring their new found freedom
under the blouse, and his nipples hardened with the fabric brushing over
them.

"Sam and I need to go over to the mall," Susan said as the three left the
dress shop.  "Will you join us, Gwen?"

"No," Gwen said.  "I better check in with Lois."

"OK," Susan responded.  "We'll see you later."

"Come along, Samantha," she continued, her voice hardening to show that no
discussion was in order.

Sam followed Susan out to the street, walking down the sidewalk to her car.
Gwen went off in the other direction to hers.

Sam felt his breasts bouncing under his blouse.  As they passed several men
on the sidewalk, he became quite aware of their stares at his chest.  He
flushed.

Susan had managed to park about a block from the store, so Sam's discomfort
did not last too long.  They got into the car, and Susan drove to the mall
they had visited Saturday.



26 Chapter -    Getting a Few Things


Sam dutifully followed Susan into the mall, afraid to do anything that might
anger her.  They walked down the long walkway, finally arriving at a store
with several bridal gowns in the show window.  "Bridal Glamour," read the
large sign over the doorway.

Sam wondered what they were doing in a bridal shop, but did not ask.  He was
afraid of angering Susan again.

Susan led him toward the rear of the store, past the racks of bridal gowns,
and bridesmaid's gowns, to the area marked, "Accessories."

"I think some full length gloves," she said to the clerk who had come over
to them.  "Do you have them in a pale pink?"

"Certainly," the salesgirl replied.  "What size?"

"I don't really know," Susan admitted.  "They are for Samantha here."

The clerk took a tape measure, and measured Sam's arms and hands in several
places.

"Just a moment," she said.  "I'll get a pair from the back."

The salesgirl returned with a long, white box, which she was opening as she
walked up to them.  She withdrew a pair of long, pink gloves, and began
unbuttoning the small buttons, which ran from the wrist to the top.  She
took Sam's hand, place it in the glove, and buttoned it up over his arm.
The glove reached up to the midpoint of his upper arm.  It also fit like a
second skin, very tightly around the hands, then loosely around the arms so
that soft wrinkles showed all along the arms.

"I think that's perfect," Susan said, looking critically at the glove.  "Do
you have a pair in blue lace?"

"I think so," the salesgirl said.  "Dark or light?"

"Light," Susan replied, "in a 6."

Susan's gloves fit snugly all the way up the arms.

"Perfect," she said.  "We'll take both pairs."

Susan paid the girl with her card, and led Sam back out into the mall.

"Now, we need some jewelry," she mused.

They walked down the mall to a jeweler's store, Sam selfconsciously aware of
the stares his chest was garnering.

In the jeweler's, Susan began looking into all of the display windows.  Sam
followed suit, having to admit to himself that some of the items were quite
pretty.

Susan looked somewhat perplexed by the time the salesman came over to them.
He looked at her as if to ask what she wanted.

"I was looking for something in rubies," Susan said.

"I have some nice ones over here," he said, leading her to a counter next to
the wall.

"Susan!" a loud man's voice proclaimed.  An middle aged, balding man, who
had obvious trouble pushing away from the dinner table, walked down the
aisle behind the display counter.

"Maurice!" Susan responded in kind, smiling broadly.

"That's all for now, George," Maurice said to the salesman.  "Susan is one
of our best customers.  I will take care of her myself."

Sam could barely hear him mutter, "Don't worry, you'll get the commission."

"Now, Susan," Maurice beamed at her, "what can I do for you today."

"I think rubies," Susan said.  "Um, it will be a formal affair, and the
dress is light pink."

"I have some lovely things," Maurice said, "but in the back.  Would you
follow me, please?"

"Certainly, Maurice," she replied, placing her arm on the man's.

"Come along, Samantha," she said over her shoulder.

The rear of the jewelry shop was not an open store room, like many stores
had.  There were three comfortable looking chairs placed in front of a
considerably smaller version of the display cases in the front.  The case
was lined with black velvet, and held only three large gold and diamond
pins.  Even to Sam, these pieces were quite beautiful.  They had obviously
found the quality place.

Maurice seated Susan in one of the chairs, then repeated the process to seat
Sam.

"Rubies," he murmured, turning to a large vault on one of the walls, behind
the counter.

He entered the walk-in vault, returning in a minute carrying a black box.
He placed the box on the counter, and opened some fastenings.  The sides
dropped away, revealing some fine jewelry on a dark green velvet background.
Several necklaces, bracelets, pins and pairs of earrings were revealed, with
a number of different sized rubies set in gold.

Susan leaned forward, picking up some pieces, disregarding others.

"These are not quite what I had in mind," Susan said.

The jeweler silently moved the box to one end of the case, and went back to
the vault.  He brought out a second box, which he opened like the first.
The velvet was black.  There were fewer pieces revealed, but the stones were
larger.

Susan again began to finger through the merchandise.  She stopped, holding
an earring.  It had a fair sized ruby, surrounded by diamonds, set on a gold
setting, and another, larger, ruby surrounded by diamonds on a single link
below it.  She held it up to Sam's ear.

Susan looked critically at the earring, turning her head one way, then the
other.

"You know better than that, Susan," Maurice chided, laughing at the same
time.

Maurice picked up the matching earring, and came around the counter.  He
took the earring from Susan, and turned his attention to Sam.  He gently
removed Sam's studs.

"Just been pierced recently," he observed, "but it looks healed well enough
to handle these."

He put the ruby earrings through the holes in Sam's ears, fastening them
securely at the back of the lobes.  He then went in back of the counter.

Susan looked at Sam's ears critically again.  She had him move is head
several times, so she could get a better view.

Maurice returned to Sam with a mirror, which he held up so that Sam could
see how the earrings looked on his ears.

"I think they will do nicely," Susan said, finally.

"Now, we need a necklace," she continued.

She began sifting through the display items again, as Maurice removed the
earrings from Sam's ears, replacing them with the studs.  He got a small box
from under the counter, and placed the earrings in it.  Then, he turned his
attention back to Susan.

"Just a moment, Susan," he said, returning to the vault.

He brought out a box containing only a half dozen items.  One necklace had a
line of rubies, alternating with diamonds down the center, and a line of
diamonds on either side of that, all the way around the gold setting.  A
larger ruby, about the size of the drop ruby on the earrings, was attached
in a pendant to the center of the necklace.  This ruby, set in gold, was
circled by it's own line of diamonds.

"It's perfect," Susan cried, as Maurice held the necklace up for her
inspection.

"Not quite yet," Maurice again chided, as he came behind Sam, draping the
necklace around his neck.

"Susan," Maurice cautioned, "you know better than to pick fine jewelry
without seeing it where it wants to live."

"However," he continued, looking at Sam's neck now, "I think you were
correct this time."

"I love it," Susan cried in joy.  "Now a bracelet."

Maurice put the necklace aside, and held up a bracelet.  It was simply a
series of rubies, set like the pendant on the necklace, attached on a gold
link chain.  He placed it on Sam's wrist, then, after a moment's hesitation,
put the necklace back on Sam's neck as well.

"They were designed as a set," Maurice said.

Susan was speechless, seeing the jewelry adorning Sam now.

"We'll take them," she said, offering her card to Maurice.

"They do look quite stunning," Maurice offered, as he removed the jewelry
from Sam.

The jeweler got a black box, lined with red velvet, from beneath the display
case.  He arranged the jewelry inside, and placed it in a small paper bag.
He took Susan's credit card, and made out the receipt.

"Oh," Maurice said, as if he had just recalled something.  "Are you still in
love with that powder blue, Susan?"

Susan laughed, "Of course, Maurice.  I'm afraid you know me too well."

"Well, wait just a moment," he said laughing.

Maurice gathered up the boxes from the counter, and went into the vault.  He
returned with a small box.  He opened it in front of Susan.

"These are the finest blue diamonds I have seen in a long time," he said to
her.  "Try them on."

Susan unfastened her own earrings, and placed the diamonds in her ears.  The
simple gold setting contained a cluster of the small, sparkling gems on the
earlobe, and a drop pendant of a much larger stone, also set in gold and
surrounded by even more of the smaller stones.

Susan sucked in her breath, as she looked into the mirror offered by
Maurice.  Even Sam was impressed.

"Oh, I just have to have them," she said to the jeweler.

Maurice placed the earrings into another black box, as Susan replaced her
earrings.

"There is no one else in this city who could wear those and do the credit
you do them," Maurice said, beaming broadly.  "In fact, I thought of you
when I got them."

The credit card was produced, and charged, once again.

Maurice walked with them out into the main store.  He turned to Susan and
asked, "And when am I going to make that special ring for you, Susan?"

Susan laughed, "I think you will just have to hold on for a while yet,
Maurice."

Sam and Susan walked out of the shop, and turned back up the mall.  As they
passed a shoe store, Susan suddenly stopped and led Sam inside.

The saleslady was on top of them as soon as they walked into the door.  "Is
there anything I can do to help you ladies?" she inquired.

"Those gold evening shoes in the window," Susan began.  "Do you have a pair
to fit Samantha here?"

The saleslady walked to the rear of the store, the others following, until
they got to an area with hard plastic chairs set around it.  She seated the
women, and took up a device to measure Sam's foot.  Satisfied, she went into
the back room.

She returned carrying several shoe boxes.  She took a pair of shoes from
one, and placed it on Sam's foot, then did the same with the other.

"Stand up and see how they feel," she said.

Sam stood, and almost fell over.  The heels were at least four inches high,
and the shoes held on his feet by a single thin strap of a gold lame
material just above his toes and the pressure of his heel on the gold lame
covered back of the shoe.  He recovered his balance, and took a few awkward
steps.

As he sat down again, he was about to say the heels were too high for him to
manage.

"They will do just fine," Susan interjected, before Sam could say anything.

The saleslady took a pair, in silver this time, from another box, holding it
up for inspection.

"I think the gold will work better," Susan said definitively.

The saleslady took the re-boxed shoes to the register, where Susan paid for
them with her credit card.

The left the store and walked out of the mall through the big department
store on one end.  Aileen's was a short way across the lot, and Susan began
going in that direction.  Sam followed.



27 Chapter -    The Waxing


Aileen greeted them as they entered the door, with cheerful greetings and
hugs.

"Is Becky free right now?" Susan inquired.

"I think so," Aileen replied.  "Let me check."

She returned a few minutes later with Becky in tow.

"I think Samantha needs a full waxing," Susan told Becky.

"Sure, no problem," the cosmetologist said.  "Come on in to the back room
and I'll fix her right up."

Sam had no idea of what a wax job was, but the gleam in Becky's eyes gave
him a clue that he wasn't particularly going to enjoy it.

Sam and Susan followed Becky to the back room.

"Oh," Susan said, when they were alone.  "Samantha has not been a very good
girl today, so you don't need to be as careful as usual."

Becky laughed as Sam began to turn red.

"You did say the FULL treatment?" Becky inquired.

As Susan's nod, Becky turned to Sam, saying, "OK, Samantha.  Take off all
your clothes."

Sam looked around in fear, but the steely gaze Susan was giving him made him
begin to strip down.  He hesitated at his panties, but Susan pointed her
finger at her purse, and Sam took those off as well.

Becky positioned Sam on a table in the center of the room.  It was similar
to the one in Lois' office, though probably more suited for massages.  Sam
lay down on his back.  Becky rolled him over.

Becky took an implement, and began spreading a warm, somewhat sticky
substance all over the back of Sam's legs.  She then appeared to rub them
for a minute, and turned him over onto his back.  She repeated the process
on the front of his legs.  As she did the rubbing, Sam could see that she
was pressing strips of paper into the sticky stuff.

"OK, spread your legs to the sides of the table," Becky ordered.

When Sam complied, Becky spread the wax and paper all over his pubic hair,
and down between his legs.  He felt the wax near the opening to his vagina,
but not on the lips.

"Stretch your arms over your head," Becky ordered.

Becky put the stuff on his underarms as well.

Becky rolled him back on his front, and pulled sharply at one of the strips.

Sam yelled, feeling the paper, wax and hairs from his legs being pulled off.

"Oh, quiet down, crybaby," Susan laughed.

Becky kept pulling the paper strips off his legs, then rolled him over, and
pulled them off the front side.

She started to grab one of the strips on his stomach, when Susan suggested
she save that part for last.

Becky nodded, and went to the underarms instead.  The pain Sam felt was even
greater than on the legs, and he involuntarily yelled as she pulled the
first strip off.

Susan and Becky just giggled, while Becky kept pulling the strips off.
Then, she went back to his stomach.

Sam though he was going to pass out as she pulled the strips from his pubic
area.  He thought he was in an Inquisitor's torture chamber when Becky
removed the strips from the looser skin between his legs.

It seemed like an eternity, but Becky was finally done.  She began rubbing
some kind of lotion all over the areas she had waxed, and massaged it into
his skin.  At last she stood back by Susan.

"I enjoyed that," Becky smiled, then she left the room.

"Get dressed, Samantha," Susan ordered.

Sam put his clothes back on.  They felt strange going over the freshly waxed
areas.

They left the beauty parlor, again to the hugs of Aileen, who gave Sam a
dirty look before hugging him, and walked over to Susan's car.

Sam knew he that Susan was still angry with him, and tried to apologize.
Susan was silent all during the drive to the apartment.



28 Chapter -    The Coming Out


At the apartment, Susan led Sam directly to the bedroom and ordered him to
strip completely.  Sam complied hastily, especially since she was taking the
hypodermic from her purse and returning it to it's spot on the dressing
table.

Susan went to the closet and returned with the pink print dress Sam had been
looking at that morning.

"Put this on," she said.

Sam started to put his panties back on, but Susan stopped him.

"Just the dress," she ordered.

Sam slipped into the dress.  He could see all of the features of his body
clearly outlined under the thin fabric.

Susan got the shoes they had purchased earlier out of their box, and gave
them to him to put on.  Then, she led him into the living room, carrying his
purse with her.

She had him sit on the sofa, saying, "Sit there."

Susan went into the kitchen, and some telephone calls.  Sam couldn't hear
what she was saying.

"Get your purse, and come along," Susan directed, leading Sam down to the
lobby of the building.

"Sit here," she directed, pointing to a hard chair.

Susan paced, looking out the glass doors every few minutes.  At last she
apparently saw what she was waiting for, and motioned Sam to come to her.

They walked out of the building, and Sam was surprised to see a city cab in
front of the door.

As Sam got into the rear seat of the cab, Susan leaned over to the driver
and said something in a low voice.  She handed him some money, then turned
and went back to her apartment.

The driver said nothing.  It would have been difficult for him to carry on a
conversation through the glass partition between the seats, but cabbies have
a way of circumventing that problem.

Sam recognized the route they were following downtown, and off towards one
of the less respectable areas of the city.

They pulled into the parking lot of the Booby Trap, and Sam's heart sank.
He'd been uncomfortable enough in this bar last night with Tom, and he was
acutely aware that he had nothing on under his dress.

The cabby pulled right up to the front door, and opened the rear door for
Sam.  He walked over to the doorman, who went inside to get someone else.
The doorman returned in a few moments with the manager.

The cabby and manager had a few words.  Then, the cabby pointed to Sam with
a flick of his hand.  He got back into the cab and drove off.

The manager came over to Sam, his gaze quite obviously on more than Sam's
face.

"You must be Samantha," he said.  "Susan called about you, and we were
waiting for you."

The man took Sam by the arm, leading him into the bar, and to one of the
tables in the lighted area.  Sam was well aware of the leers he was getting
from the men already there, and began to flush.

"We will be ready for you in a bit," the manager said, beckoning for a
waitress.  "In the meantime, have a drink."

The manager walked away as the waitress brought one of those red "ladies
drinks" over for Sam.

A couple of women were dancing on the stage, and Sam looked at them for a
while.  Somehow, the dancing did not seem to be as stimulating as before his
transformation.  He found himself mentally comparing his breasts to the
dancers'.

He was watching the dancers when some guy slipped into a chair at the table.
Sam didn't know him.

"Hi, there, pretty lady," the guy began.  "I'm George, and you look lonely."

Sam was familiar with the introduction.  He's used it himself on many
occasions.  He kept watching the dancers, though he had no real interest in
their routine, and ignored the newcomer.  He knew from experience that many
women did this to discourage men.

The guy sat for a while, then left, disappointed.

Sam was relieved, and turned back to the table.

As Sam looked around the bar, he noticed a number of eyes meeting his.
Actually, looking closer, he noticed the eyes looking at his chest.  He
reddened.

A short time later, Greg stumbled over to the table.  As last night, Greg
had obviously been partying for some time already.  He pulled a chair right
up next to Sam.

"Well, hello again, sweetie," he slurred.  "I see you are back again."

"Glad you dumped that guy Tom," he continued slurring.  "Maybe you would
like a real man for a change."

As Greg was talking, Sam felt his hand come to rest on his knee.

Sam was also familiar with this line.  He would have laughed at the "real
man" part, but he was too scared.  He tried to ignore Greg.

Greg didn't discourage that easily.

"How about you and me getting out of here," he said, "and going somewhere
more private.

Greg's hand was now sliding up Sam's leg, toward the groin.  Sam switched
his crossed legs, but Greg's hand just continued on the new leg as he'd been
doing on the other.

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