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_The_Adventures_of_Samantha___________________________________________11


go over to the drug store for a moment, but I'll be right back."

Sam ordered two more cups of coffee from the waitress while Susan walked
across the lobby to a small shop.

Susan was not gone long, returning with a bag of goodies as the coffee was
delivered.  They both sipped on the coffee.

"Let's go back upstairs," Susan said.  "We have to get ready to fly home."

Sam agreed, and they both went up to the suite.

Susan produced a deodorant from the bag, and a box of panty liners.  She
unbuttoned her blouse, spraying the deodorant under her arms, and handed the
can to Sam as she went into the bedroom with the other box.

Sam unbuttoned the back of his blouse, and let it slide down his arms so he
could use the deodorant.  He decided that this part of being a woman was a
pain in the butt, as he struggled to close the buttons on the back of the
blouse.

Susan emerged from the bedroom, handing Sam one of the panty liners.

"Go put this in your panties," she counselled.  "It will make you feel
better.

At least the panties just slipped down his legs, as Sam inserted the liner
into the crotch.  He pulled the panties back up, and, for no apparent
reason, smoothed his skirt down over his hips.

Susan just laughed as she saw this, having entered the room just in time.
She seemed to be in a good mood this morning.

"Get your jacket on," she said.  "The taxi will be here for us shortly.  Oh,
and put the party dress into its box."

She went to the other bedroom to get her things together, as Sam began to
comply.

Sam slipped into his jacket, then dumped the items from the little purse
into his shoulder purse.  He found the box from the department store, and
began trying to fold the dress to fit inside.  He was having a lot of
trouble getting the skirt to fit without crushing it.  At last he gave up,
and let the box crush the fabric.  Susan was calling for him to hurry up.

Susan handed him the shopping bag, and had him put his boxed dress inside.
Her hands were full with her computer and briefcase.  She looked him over,
then they both went back to the lobby.  Sam felt a dull, throbbing soreness
in his crotch as they walked.

Susan must have a marvelous sense of timing, Sam thought.  The taxi driver
arrived at the counter just as she handed over the keys to the suite.

Susan gaily chatted about the lovely scenery on the uneventful ride to the
airport.  Even Sam got caught up in her enthusiasm, responding brightly to
her observations, and pointing a few thing he noticed out to her.  The ride
was fairly short, though, and they found themselves in the terminal before
they really got involved in anything important.

As Susan went to the counter to check in, Sam waited outside the roped off
area like the day before.  Susan did not have to instruct him, it just
seemed the thing to do.

Soon enough, Susan emerged without her cases.  She had obviously checked
them as luggage.  They walked into the main terminal, and Susan stopped at a
newsstand.  She bought the current Vogue and Bazaar, and they continued to
the loading gate.

The wait was short, and they soon found themselves seated in first class
again.  Susan passed the Bazaar to Sam, and began leafing through the Vogue.
Sam began looking at the magazine.

The pictures of the dresses were quite attractive to Sam this morning, and
he found himself reading some of the articles that went with them.  He was
trying to imagine how some of the fashions would look on him, without
realizing it.  He was startled, and even a little put out, when the
stewardess passed out the coffee and pastry.

Sam spend the uneventful flight with his nose in the magazine, humming
softly to himself.  He didn't know why he felt so good, or why the magazine
was so interesting, but he accepted it.

Susan was similarly occupied in her seat.

As Sam suspected, Susan had checked her cases, and they had to go to the
baggage claim area upon landing.  For once, the baggage claim seemed to
work, as the bags from their flight began to appear as they entered the
carousel area.  It was only a minute before Susan had reclaimed her bags,
and they both went outside to the taxi stand.

Sam noticed the crowd of people as they had walked through the terminal,
even some of the leers they two of them were getting from some of the men,
but it did not seem to matter as much this morning.  The crowd was much
thinner at the ground transportation area.

Sam and Susan sat back in the taxi seat for the ride back to the apartment.
The flight, and the activities of the evening before, left them both tired.

34 Chapter -    Home Again


After paying the driver, Susan led Sam upstairs to her apartment.  Sam
followed the familiar path without resistance.  The apartment seemed somehow
different, though familiar, as they went in.

Susan went into her bedroom, while Sam went into his.  Both were less than
comfortable wearing the lingerie they had started the trip in.

As he gratefully stripped, Sam noticed a few drops of dried blood on the
panty liner.  It couldn't be another period, so soon after the one he had
just gotten over.  He worried, and became frightened, not understanding why
he should be bleeding.  In his fright, he called out to Susan.

Susan came into the room, now dressed in jeans and an old blouse.  She saw
the concern on Sam's face, but could not see anything abnormal.

"Susan," Sam said in a quavering voice, "I don't know what is going on.
Everybody said I finished my period a few days ago, and now I find blood on
the panty liner.  I think I might have something serious wrong with me."

Susan chuckled, immediately realizing what had happened.

"Sam, dear," she said softly, but lightly, "you were a virgin until last
night."

She grinned deeply at that, before continuing, "Obviously, your condition
changed, and your hymen ruptured.  It does bleed a little, and you probably
will feel a little sore for a day or so, but it is nothing serious."

Sam blushed.  He was not sure whether to be mostly embarrassed or relieved.
In any event, her pronouncements brought an image of Mark, and the pleasant
feelings of last night and this morning.  His red face got a dreamy smile on
it.

Susan saw the change of expression on his face, and grinned broadly.  She
figured that Sam must have had a good initiation into womanhood.

"You need to get dressed," Susan said, breaking the spell.  She brought the
sun dress from yesterday morning over for him to wear.

Sam went to the dresser to find some fresh underwear.  He noted that the
drawer was stacked more neatly than he recalled.  He did not think much of
it, as he took the lingerie and began getting dressed.

He still did not like showing off so much of himself in these dresses, but
at least they were better than at the Booby Trap.  He got into the dress
without any problems.

Susan was talking on the telephone as he went into the living room.  She had
probably been talking on it while Sam had been dressing, because she was now
saying, "Good bye," and hanging the instrument up.

"Oh," Susan said, seeing Sam, "you are dressed.  Good.  I had almost
forgotten that we have to go over to Darlene's for our dress fittings."

Sam was tired, and did not really want yet another dress, but he followed
Susan down to her car, and they drove downtown to the dress shop.



35 Chapter -    Second Fitting


Darlene greeted them, smiles and bubbling over, as usual.  Cindy came into
the show room as she heard the conversation, and greeted them warmly as
well.

"Samantha looks like a kitten who has gotten into the cream," Cindy
commented.

Darlene and Susan laughed.

Sam blushed, though he was not sure why.

"I guess you could put it that way," Susan confirmed.  "We had to go out of
town yesterday, and we stayed all night."

Darlene and Cindy were really paying attention now.

"We had a nice dinner, and some guys from the office we were visiting took
us out on the town," she continued.

Susan coughed discretely, and giggled.

"I don't know what Sam was doing, but her clothes were all over the place
when I got home, and I heard a male voice in her room."

All three were now giggling, as Sam turned deep red.

Both Darlene and Cindy came over and gave Sam big hugs as they giggled.

"Well, I guess Sam isn't a little girl playing at being a grown up woman any
more," Darlene finally said.

"But, we have to get to work and make sure these dresses fit," her voice
turning more businesslike.

Gwen came into the shop about then.  She had her fitting scheduled today as
well as the others.  Susan and Darlene couldn't wait to tell her the news,
and did so as Sam reddened yet again.

Gwen came over to give Sam a big hug.

"Don't be so embarrassed," she chided.  "It is the most natural thing in the
world."

Sam was still red as the girls led him into the fitting room.  Susan and
Gwen went off to other cubicles for their own fittings, but Darlene stayed
to take care of Sam.

The dress was much more complete, as Darlene had Sam strip down enough to
put it on.  It even fitted and closed like a dress now.  Still, Darlene
fussed all over, sticking pins here, and taking tucks there.

After a while, Susan and Gwen came back.  They oohed and aahed over the
dress Sam was modelling, as Sam once again reddened from the attention.

After a bit, Darlene got done playing with the dress, and had Sam get
dressed again.

As Sam was dressing, Darlene looked to Gwen and Susan, and said, "I almost
forgot.  The pictures from Saturday came back this morning.  You just have
GOT to see them."

Gwen and Susan followed Darlene out of the dressing room.  Darlene took the
dress with her.

Sam finished dressing, and peeked out into the show room.  The others were
not there.  He was undecided as to whether to wait in the cubicle or go into
the show room.  His eyes landed on a dress hanging on a dress form, and it
just seemed so beautiful that he stepped out to have a closer look.

The dress was white, and full of lace, and ruffles, and some kind of stiff
netting.  It looked like a wedding dress to Sam, but even he could tell it
was too short for that.  It looked like the hem would come only to a little
below the knees.  Still, it was very pretty, and soft and luxurious to his
touch.

"Thinking of getting married, Sam," Darlene's voice said from behind him.
There was light laughter in her voice.

Sam was startled, and dropped the piece of the skirt he had been examining.
He blushed again.

"No," he said, when he regained some semblance of composure, "I just thought
it was pretty.  Anyway, it looks too short to be a wedding dress."

Darlene laughed heartily.

"Sam, dear," she explained, "any dress can be a wedding dress.  But that one
is an afternoon formal style.  It is called a "tea length" dress, and it is
the one Marla Simpson will be wearing to be married in next Saturday."

Sam didn't know Marla Simpson from any other woman on the street, and was a
little embarrassed by his lack of knowledge of dresses.  Well, he thought, I
haven't had much practice wearing them, though I used to be pretty good at
removing them.  Somehow, the recollection of removing women's clothing from
them seemed in the distant past, rather than just last week.

Darlene handed him several 8x10 photographs.  He recognized himself wearing
the dress Darlene had made for him last Saturday to go out in.  He was
surprised how well they turned out.  If he hadn't recognized himself, he
might have thought the pictures were of some professional model, like those
in Vogue or the Bazaar he looked at on the airplane.

His face must have lit up as he recognized himself, and how well he looked
in the pictures.

"Sam," Darlene said, "these are great shots.  I could really use someone
like you to model my spring collection in a month or two."

"Oh," Sam said hastily, "I don't thing I would be interested."

Sam fully intended to be back in his own body in a few months, and he'd had
enough of people looking at him in the past few days to last a lifetime.  He
sure did not want photographs of himself in catalogs all over the place.
Even these pictures might come back to haunt him, he thought.  Being in a
catalog was totally out of the question.

"Well," Darlene replied, "I'll call Susan as the time gets closer.  Maybe
you will change your mind." Darlene had a mischievous twinkle in her eye
now.



36 Chapter -    At Susan's


Although Sam and Susan were tired from their trip and the necessity of being
fitted their gowns, they did not go directly home.  Susan decided to stop at
the supermarket, her larder exhausting much more rapidly with Sam in the
apartment now.

Sam had gone to the market with Susan on Sunday, so the trip to the market
was not a new experience.  It took longer, since they needed to get more
than hot dogs and buns, and Sam was conscious of quite a few stares as they
proceeded up one aisle and down the next.  He was becoming more accustomed
to the looks now, and the trip was completed without his blushing once.

At the apartment building, Susan got a bag out of the car, and told Sam to
do the same.

Sam was used to carrying two or three supermarket bags into his apartment,
and tried to take two bags from the car.  He found that he did not have the
strength to pick up two fully loaded bags.  Sighing, he took one bag.  Three
were some things about his condition that were really a pain, he thought.

They had just finished unloading the car and storing the purchases when the
door bell rang.  Sam was closest to the door, so he opened it, finding a
smiling Sharon standing there.

Sharon came in, stopping to pat Sam on the cheek as she complimented him on
his looks, and took a place on the sofa.  Susan was already collapsed on one
of the chairs, so Sam joined Sharon on the couch.  Sharon was wearing black
pants and a white blouse with ruffles all over it, very similar to the
clothes she wore at the bar on the night Susan and Sam met.

Soon, the other women began coming into the apartment.

Sam got up and made coffee before Susan could suggest it.  It somehow just
seemed the thing to do.  Anyway, it got him away from the women for a few
minutes at least.

Of course, the big news was Sam's encounter with Mark.  Sam was humiliated
with all the discussion about it, but the women were not paying attention to
his desires.

"Sam," Carolyn said, "you are being awfully quiet tonight.  What's the
matter?  Didn't you like Mark?"

A smile passed across Sam's face despite himself, recalling last night and
this morning.

"It's not that," Sam replied meekly.  "It's just not natural."

Carolyn laughed, and continued this line, "What's not natural about it, Sam.
Boy meets girl.  Things happen.  It is the way of the world."

"But, I'm not a girl," Sam said resolutely.  Then looking down at his lap,
and seeing the skirt of his dress, "At least not a real girl."

All of the others were laughing now, and Sam was blushing again.

"Well, Samantha," Gloria injected with a laugh, "if you are not a real girl,
I have a lot more research to do!"

"She sure looked real enough to me," Lois confirmed.

"Sam sure is real," Gwen laughed.  "I just hope she remembered to take her
pills."

All of the girls were laughing harder now, and Sam was blushing even more
deeply.

"Hmmmm," mused Carolyn.  "I wonder what Sam would think about being a
mommy."

Sam sat up straight, fear taking precedence over embarrassment now.  He
surely couldn't have a baby, could he?

"Sam took her pill yesterday morning," Susan said laughing, "but I didn't
check today.  I sure hope she doesn't get pregnant right now.  She hasn't
even worn all the clothes we got for her, and I don't want to buy a
maternity wardrobe right away."

Visions of his body getting bigger and bigger, and having to wear clothes
looking more like tents than clothing began to flash in Sam's mind.  He knew
from biology class way back in high school that pregnancy lasts nine months.
The mere thought of being pregnant for nine whole months seemed even more
repugnant than simply being a woman for that long.

What the heck did women do with babies after they arrived, Sam wondered.  He
had no idea at all.  No, he just could not picture himself as a mother.

"It is a possibility," conceded Gloria.  "However, I think the pill
yesterday morning probably would hold through today.  Then again, Sam is
still changing, so I can't rule out the possibility."

"Well," Susan said, coldly now, "Samantha certainly did not want to learn
anything about her body the other day at Gwen's place."

Sam felt as if he'd just been slapped.  He had hoped that incident had blown
over by now.  Obviously it had not.

"I guess she'll just have to learn the hard way, then," Carolyn observed.

Sam wasn't sure he liked Carolyn much now.  She had a terrific body, and it
even looked great in the jeans and shirt she was wearing tonight.  He had
enjoyed her in bed, but she seemed to be carrying a grudge too far for his
liking.

Sharon spoke, "Well, if she keeps dancing at the Booby Trap, she'll find out
sooner than anyone here expects."

The whole group began laughing.  The Booby Trap did have a reputation, after
all.

"Well," Carolyn announced, "I have a date, girls.  It's only Greg, but we're
going dancing at the Red Buffalo."

She glared at Sam and continued, "And he, at least, called for a return
engagement."

Sam felt very small.  His love of variety in women was what landed him in
this situation in the first place.

"Have a good time, Carolyn," chorused the women, as Carolyn left to get
ready.

Just at that moment the air filled with electronic beeps.  Both Gloria's and
Lois' beepers went off from their purses.

"Oh, no," Lois said, "it's the hospital.  I guess our visit will have to be
cut short.  Susan, may I use the phone?"

"Certainly, Lois," Susan said.  "You know where it is."

Gloria looked at her beeper and said, "Mine's the hospital too.  Something
must be going on."

"Lois," she called after the other woman, "check in for me too."

Lois came back into the living room a moment later.

"Complications on Cindy Warren's delivery," she explained, mostly to Gloria.
"They asked for you too, Gloria, so it must be really serious.  Come on,
I'll give you a ride."

Gloria and Lois left the apartment quickly.

"Cindy's a nice girl," Sharon offered.  "I hope it isn't anything major."

"Well, you know if both Gwen and Lois were called, it is," Gwen said
soberly.  "I just hope they can save the mother and child."

Sam didn't know Cindy Warren, but something inside him made him feel
apprehensive for her, whoever she was.

"What a downer," Jane commented.

"Yes," Sharon said.  "And I was just going to mention that it has been a
whole week since Sam came to us."

"You're right," Sharon said brightly.  "It is kind of an anniversary.  Too
bad the rest of the group had to go.  We could have had a party!"

"No," Susan said, "I think tomorrow would be more in line for a party.  I
picked Sam up a week ago tonight, but Gloria didn't work on her until the
morning.  So, Friday's more like the anniversary to celebrate."

Sam was not in any mood to celebrate.  Grrr, a whole week of being a woman,
he thought.



37 Chapter -    Home is Where the Heart Is?


"I'd rather just go home," Sam offered softly.

"But you ARE home, Samantha, dear," Susan said sweetly.

"I mean to my apartment, as a guy."

The girls laughed at that.

"Sam," Jane explained, "first, you don't have an apartment.  We had you
moved out Monday.  Second, you are not a guy, and if you keep this up, you
will never be.  And third, isn't Susan taking good care of you?"

Sam had to admit Susan was taking care of him.  She was feeding him, and
supplying a place to sleep.  She was even supplying clothes, though he did
not particularly like the idea of being in dresses all the time.  But, she
was not allowing him the freedom he had known.

He just sighed silently.



38 Chapter -    Pictures Tell No Lies


It is a maxim in intelligence work that a secret held remains a secret; a
secret shared by two is suspect; and a secret known by three is public
knowledge.

"I think Sam misses chasing women, then dumping them," Susan offered.

"Probably," Gwen replied.

"I don't think we have to worry much about Sam chasing women," Jane laughed.
"I took copies of pictures Gwen made when Sam was tied to the bed, before
Gloria got to him, and copies of the ones Darlene made last Saturday, and
put them up in the ladies room at the office.  I don't think Sam will ever
get a date with any women in this town again."

"Oh, how neat," exclaimed Sharon.  "And so fitting!"

"I wish I had thought of that," Susan said.

Sam was the brightest red he had been since the experience began.  Some
secret!  Every woman in town would know what happened to him.  Most probably
did already, and he could almost feel their curious looks at him right now.

"Any way, Sam won't be chasing women for a while," Gwen laughed.  "Unless
she picks up some lesbians."

The girls laughed for quite a while as the thought of Sam's embarrassment
being spread to all the women visiting his old office painted a vivid
picture in their minds.

Sam couldn't help himself.  He broke into tears, and buried his head in his
hands upon hearing this news.  Even if the girls allowed him to return to
his own sex, he would have to leave the city now.  He couldn't handle the
thought of all those women knowing what had happened to him.  The thought
that getting out of this mess seemed even farther away from his grasp did
not serve to cheer him up one bit.

"Oh, Sam," Jane said, noticing Sam crying, "don't take it so hard.  Just
think of it like you comparing our performance in bed to each other for all
your old friends."

The girls were laughing again, and Sam sobbed even more deeply.  It had not
seemed so bad when he was boasting of his conquests.  It was the macho thing
to do, or so he thought.

"Oh, Samantha," Susan chided, "cheer up!  Wipe those silly tears from your
face, and we'll all go out for a drink."

Still sobbing, Sam took the hint, and went into the bedroom to repair the
tear tracks.  He was still sobbing as he walked.

In the bathroom, he began to dab at his face with a wet wash rag.  Every
time he wiped one tear track away, another tear rolled from his eyes.  He
finally gave up and went in to lie on the bed.

Susan came into the room a few minutes later, wondering where Sam had gotten
to.  Seeing Sam on the bed, she placed her hands on her hips and looked
coldly at his miserable form.

"Get up," she ordered sharply.  "I told you to clean up your face.  Now, do
it!"

Sam went back to the bathroom, and washed his face again.  He was not crying
so hard now, and managed to get the job done this time.

Susan was waiting for him when he returned to the bedroom.  She stopped him,
and took the lipstick she was already holding in her hand, applying it to
his lips.

"Now," she said, "grab your purse, and let's go."

"I don't want to go out," Sam said mournfully.

"You are going out," Susan said with conviction.  She walked to the dressing
table where the needle lay in plain sight.

Sam sighed, trying to control himself, and conceded, "OK."

"Good," Susan replied.  "Let's go."

Sam slowly went to the dresser and got his purse, then followed Susan and
the others down to the parking lot.



39 Chapter -    Lennie's


They didn't go far, maybe a mile or so, before they got to the bar.  It was
Lennie's, a loud disco.  Sam had been there before, knowing that Lennie's
was usually good for picking up single women.

The group went to a table and ordered drinks.  The women were gaily
chatting, evaluating the "hunks" in attendance.  Sam sat sullenly.

"Sam," Sharon counselled, "you are a wet blanket tonight.  If you don't
cheer up, I'll ask Lennie if you can dance in the disco cages."

Sam looked up with a start.  He'd known about the girls, scantily dressed,
who danced in the cages suspended above the floor, but had not thought about
them for a long time.  They had always seemed part of the scenery to him,
never available to date.  Now he studied the cages.

Each of the four cages contained a female dancer.  She wore nothing but
heels, some opaque panties, and some pasties with tassels on her breasts.
The cages were just large enough to allow the girls to dance, but had no
benches for them to sit.  The barred doors to the cages were fastened with a
simple latch, simply to protect the dancers from falling out.  They couldn't
go anywhere, being suspended about eight feet above the floor level.  Sam
knew that the cages were only lowered once an hour, so the next shift of
dancers could replace the girls whose time was up.  It certainly did not
look like a very comfortable way to spend an hour.

Sam tried to smile and show a cheerful mood.  He sincerely hoped he was
doing well enough that Sharon would not follow through on her threat.

"That's better, Sam," Susan laughed.  "Although, I think I might have liked
to see you up there in the cages."

Sam tried to laugh lightly, his heart not into the effort.

A woman came over to their table, and whispered something to Jane.  Sam
recognized the woman as one of the other secretaries from his old office,
and tried to hide his face with his hands, but Susan pulled his hands down
and glared at him.

"Hi girls!" the newcomer said brightly.

"Oh, oh," she continued, now more loudly, "this MUST be Samantha!  You never
looked better, Sam!"

The woman patted Sam's cheek and laughed as she left for another table.

Sam died inside.  Her actions proved that Jane had been telling the truth
about the pictures.  He tried to keep the smile on his face, but was
brightly blushing.

Sam's gaze followed the woman, who was now bending over another table.  She
was talking to another woman, and gesturing at their table.  Sam felt
smaller and smaller inside.  They could only be talking about him!

Susan and Gwen were dancing with a couple of guys who had come over to the
table, looking at each of them critically.  Sam felt like a side of beef at
a government auction under their stares.  Between the men staring, and the
women giggling, he was terribly embarrassed.

Sam felt the pressure and warmth of someone's hand on his bare shoulder.  He
looked up to see a man he did not recognize.  The man reached down, grasping
Sam's hand.  He managed to press his arm into Sam's breasts in the process.

"Come on," the guy said.  "Let's dance."

Sam hesitated trying to think up a good excuse to brush the guy off as the
man's hand began lifting his.

"Please," he smiled sweetly, "I have had a long day, and I'm just bushed.
Maybe next time."

Sam was sure that he had no intention of there ever being a next time, but
he also knew that Jane and Sharon were watching.  Luckily, the guy took the
hint, and moved on looking for an easier pick up.

The group had three rounds of drinks at the bar.  Sam was a little tipsy,
but feeling a lot better than when they had come in.  The stares and giggles
still bothered him, but the drink pushed them into the background.

At long last, the group got up to leave.  Sam stumbled once over his heels
as they were leaving.  He didn't miss the waitress giggling behind her
cupped hand as he passed by either.

Back home, Susan told him to go to bed.

Sam was tired from all the adventures of the last two days, and immediately
went into the bedroom.  Even the click of the door locking did not seem as
bad as being out in a public place.  He sighed, and went in for a long bath,
then to bed.



40 Chapter -    Friday Morning


When Sam woke, he heard the muted voices of conversation in the next room.
Although he could not make out the words, the voices were definitely female.
He wondered what was going on.  The group did not usually come over to the
apartment in the mornings.

He sighed, put aside his curiosity, and began to get ready to face another
day as a woman.

When he got back to the bedroom, he found the door was open, and some
clothes were laid out on the bed.  He sighed, put on some underwear, and
investigated the clothing that had been chosen for him today.

The skirt was a straight black style, with the customary zipper and button
in the back.  He slipped into it with no problem.  The top was a camisole
type thing.  It was a silky, light yellow colored thing with many different
colored hot air balloons stencilled all over it.  It slipped right over his
head, and the thick straps kept it from falling off.  He sighed as he
realized that his bra straps would be impossible to hide, even under the
thick straps, and he slipped the blouse and bra off before slipping into the
camisole again.

He put some lipstick on, and brushed his hair out before going into the
other room to join the others.  This routine was getting to be second nature
by now.

Jane and Carol were seated with Susan over coffee as he entered the kitchen.
They all smiled at him, and he took it as a good sign, getting a cup and
joining them.  Then, he looked at what they had been discussing.  The
magazine was laid open on the table, and his heart sank.

He pretended not to notice the pictures, but was unsteady as he got the
coffee and sat down.  He recognized the layout from one of the magazines
that had just arrived before he got seduced into this mess.

Jane turned the magazine so that Sam could not fail to notice it.  He had
enjoyed the pictures before, but they seemed somehow different now.  He
found himself uncontrollably comparing his own body to the models.

"Do you like these pictures," Jane asked sweetly.

Sam was at a loss for an answer.  He really was not sure whether he liked
the pictures or not.

"Oh dear," Carol said, "Samantha seems to be a little embarrassed."

The girls laughed, and Susan volunteered, "I don't see why."

Susan closed the magazine to the cover, where the mailing label clearly
addressed to Sam Gordon was affixed.

"Sam," Carol said, "I'm surprised you had time for this type of thing, what
with all your conquests."

"Oh," Jane began to defend Sam, "I doubt he paid much attention to these
magazines.  His adult video collection probably took up what time he wasn't
spending chasing women."

The girls giggled even more now.

"Maybe we should invite some guys over and watch them," Susan suggested,
laughing.

Sam was now flushed a bright red from his breasts to his hair line.

"Well," Susan said, "we can't do anything now.  Gloria wants to see Sam this
morning."

"I'm going past the university," Carol volunteered.  "Maybe I could give Sam
a ride."

"Great!" Susan exclaimed.  "I have a few things to take care of myself.
Thanks, Carol."

Sam followed Carol down to her car as the group broke up.

As Sam and Carol walked across the campus, he noticed that he was dressed
even more conservatively than most of the coeds they passed.  Carol looked
positively victorian, in her stylish business suit, by comparison.



41 Chapter -    More Mysteries


They went into one of the medical buildings, and down a hall to Gloria's
office.  The office they entered was large and spacious.  The woman behind
the desk was not familiar, but she smiled and greeted them.

"Oh," she said, as if recalling something, "you must be Samantha Gordon.
Dr.  Martin is expecting you.  Go right in."

They entered an even larger office.  The familiar face of Gloria was smiling
at them from behind the large desk.  She indicated that they should sit on
the comfortable chairs in front of the desk.

After some small talk, Carol excused herself to go somewhere.

"Sam," Gloria began.  "Lois sent over the results of your lab work, and I am
really amazed."

Sam had a look of confusion on his face, trying to figure out why she should
be amazed.  She had sure seemed confident when she stuck him with those
needles a week ago.

Seeing his puzzled look, Gloria chuckled.

"No, it isn't that I did not expect you to turn into a woman, but I did not
expect it to be so quick and complete.  I see no signs of any male
characteristics in these tests.  Most of my clients take six months or more
to get to the stage you are in now."

"Clients?" Sam burst out.  "You mean you've done this to more than just me?"

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