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Hi.

  I had complained last time that this story had no end. Well I was
wrong. Someone was so kind to send me the missing last chapters so I
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_The_Adventures_of_Samantha___________________________________________ 3


Susan recapped the lipstick, dropping it back into the bag.  She pulled out
the compact, and dabbed Sam's face quickly with the puff inside.  Then, she
took another plastic box from it's cardboard back, swirling the brush from
it in the red powder in the box.  She put this on is cheeks with short, deft
strokes.

"I don't think we need to worry about the eyes," she said, inspecting the
results.

She handed Sam a jacket that matched his skirt.

"Go on into the living room and wait while I change," she instructed.

Sam went into the living room, and sat on the sofa.  Unconsciously, he
crossed his knees.  Susan had gone into her own room.

Sam looked longingly at the door.  He thought about just walking out, but
realized he could not go anywhere looking like this.  He just sighed
resignedly and waited.

Susan emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later.  She was wearing a
pretty, blue floral dress.  Her full skirt fell to just below her knees, and
the ruffles on the bodice gave her bust a soft look.  Sam was impressed with
her looks.

"Put the jacket on, Sam," she said, all business, "we're almost ready to
go."

The jacket went on easily, Sam thought.  Just like his sports coats, only
shorter.  He left it unbuttoned, as he was used to doing with his own
clothes.

Susan came over and buttoned the three buttons on the coat, which closed the
jacket up to right under his bust line.  Then, she reached to the blouse,
adjusting some of the ruffles so they spilled out of the top.

"Get your purse and come on," she said.

Sam picked up the purse with the short strap.  "Where are we going," he
questioned.

"Where do you think we'd be going on a Sunday morning," she countered.
"We're going to Church, of course."

As they walked down the hall to the elevator, Sam noticed that the skirt
felt tight with each step he took.  He learned to take smaller steps so it
would not bind so tightly on his legs.

As they crossed the lobby of the apartment building, Jane joined them from
the other elevator.  She too was dressed in a floral print dress, but hers
was pink, with matching accessories.

"You look lovely, Sam," she greeted him.

Sam didn't reply.

"Where are your manners, Samantha," Susan reproved.  "Thank Jane for the
compliment."

"Thank you, Jane," Sam replied sullenly.  "You look great too."

"Why, thank you, dear," Jane replied.

They all went to Susan's car.  It was a little bigger than Jane's, and had
four doors.  Sam got in the back, as usual.

"Sam, dear," Jane commented.  "When you get in or out of a car, keep your
legs together, and slide in and out.  Otherwise, you'll be giving everyone a
big show." She was smiling.

"Why can't I wear pants, they're much easier," Sam blurted.

"Oh, no, Samantha," Jane smiled.  "You aren't ready for pants yet.  You
don't even know how to handle yourself in a skirt.  Maybe, someday."

Sam sat back dejected.  He was halfway aware that all the clothing purchases
for him was dresses and skirts.  He also knew that there was more to this
being a girl than he'd ever dreamed.

Susan had managed to find a parking space near the church by now.  It was
not that far from the apartment building.

Sam tried to remember to keep his legs together as he tried to get out of
the car.  It was much harder than it looked.  He managed somehow to get out
though.

They went into the church, and were seated together in a pew.  Sam was self
conscious with all the people around him.  He still was not used to being
seen like this in public.

As the service proceeded, everyone stood once in a while, and began singing.
Sam simply stood, until Susan whispered harsh instructions for him to join
in the singing.

The service was wearing down, when the offering plates came around.  As the
plates came closer to him, Sam panicked.  He had no money at all in his
purse.

The collection plates were now on their pew, when Susan palmed a dollar
bill, placing it in his hand.  His sense of relief in not being obvious by
ignoring the plate was almost erotic.  He put the bill into the plate as it
passed by.

The service ended, and the girls go up to leave.  They went through the
vestibule, where the minister was standing, shaking hands with all the
congregation, and saying a few words to each of them.  They got in line.

"I haven't seen you here before," the minister was saying as Sam stood
before him.

The minister took Sam's hands in his own, asking, "What is your name."

"Sam," he said.

"Well, Sam," the minister continued, "I hope your enjoyed our service, and
that we'll see you again in the near future."

Jane chimed in, "I think you can be sure of that."

The minister let Sam's hands drop, and turned to the next in line as the
three girls went off in the direction of Susan's car.

They got about halfway to the apartment, when Susan turned into the parking
lot of a supermarket.  The other two looked at her.

"Tom's coming over later for a cookout," she reminded them, "and we need to
get some things."

Sam continued to sit in the back seat as the others got out of the car.  He
was not interested in shopping for food.  That is "women's work."

"Come along, Samantha," Jane said, taking his arm from the door she had
opened.

Sam reluctantly followed the two girls into the supermarket.

"Get a basket and come along," Susan said to him as they entered the store.

They walked up and down every aisle in the store, Sam pushing the basket
quite aware of the sound of his heels clicking on the hard floor.  Susan and
Jane picked items off the shelves, dumping them into the basket every once
in a while.

Completing their circuit of the store, Susan directed Sam to push the cart
to a line at the check out registers.  As he was standing in line, Susan
next to him, he became aware of the men's eyes taking in his figure.  He
began to redden.

Sam put the purchases on the belt at the register when they finally got to
be next, feeling his skirt rising each time he bent over to get another
item.  He was embarrassed by it, recalling how much he'd enjoyed seeing
women in the same position only a few days ago.

Susan paid the cashier, and began walking out to the car.  Sam reached for
the basket, when a bagger grabbed the handle and said he'd take care of it.
He followed the three to Susan's car and put the purchases in the trunk.
Sam was sure he had been kept quite busy watching his hips sway as they
walked through the parking lot.

Susan thanked the man, and got into the car.  The others followed, and they
drove back to the apartment.

In the parking lot, Sam noticed that his car was nowhere in sight.  It
bothered him, but he had so much else to think about, that it slipped his
mind for the moment.

The girls went up to Susan's apartment, and began unloading the bags.



17 Chapter -    The Cookout


As they were unloading the goodies, the phone rang.  Susan answered.

"Hello," she began.

"Oh, hi!  It's great to hear you."

"Sure.  We just got in from church, give us a half hour and come right on
over."

"We'll be by the pool."

"See you in a bit," she finished cheerfully, hanging up the phone.

"That was Tom," she explained to the others.  "He'll be over shortly."

"Oh, then I must go get changed," Jane said, leaving the apartment.

"We need to change too," Susan said to Sam.

"Go on into your room and take off your clothes," Susan directed.  "I'll
change and be with you in a minute."

It was more than a minute before she appeared in the bedroom, but Sam was
still struggling to get out of his clothes.  At last he got down to his bra
and panties.

"The bra and panties too, Sam," Susan chided.

As Sam self consciously removed his underwear, Susan went over to the
dresser, pulling out two small pieces of fabric.  As she turned, she noticed
the string hanging down from Sam's groin.

"Oh," she said, "I almost forgot.  Why don't you change your tampon while we
have a few minutes."

Sam went into the bathroom and changed the tampon.  It was easier this time.
He was getting used to doing it.  He returned to the bedroom to find the
bikini Susan had gotten from the dresser laid out on the bed.

"Just go ahead and put it on," she said.

Sam put the bottom on.  It was styled just like the panties he'd been
wearing, exposing his whole butt.  At least the white fabric was a little
more opaque than the panties, he thought, reaching for the bra.

The bra was a tangle of straps.  Sam was at a loss to know which of the
white straps went where.  Susan helped him get into the garment.

When he finally got the thing on, he found a thin strap running around his
neck from a small fabric piece covering one nipple to one covering the
other.  They were joined at the bottom by another small strap, which circled
the waist.  Most of his breasts were exposed, the fabric only covering a
small area around the nipples.

"I can't wear this outside," Sam complained.  "It doesn't cover anything."

"Sure you can," replied Susan replied airily.  "Or, I can just give you a
little needle."

Sam was defeated again.

"Here," she continued, "just slip these on your feet, and we'll be ready to
go."

Sam took the white shoes from her.  They were basically shoe soles, with a
two inch heel on the back, and a thin strap to go over the front part of the
foot.  Sam was about to object to them, when he noticed that Susan's feet
were in a similar pair of shoes, though the heels were at least an inch
lower.  Dejected, he slipped the shoes on.

Sam compared the way he had been dressed to what Susan was wearing.  He
bikini was a pink thing with blue flowers printed on it.  Her bra covered
most of her lower breasts, leaving a good part of the uppers exposed, though
not so much as Sam's breasts had been in the dress last night.  The straps
were thicker too.  Her panties were wider, covering a portion of her hips.
A good portion of her butt was exposed, but not completely like his own.  He
wondered why he couldn't wear something more like her suit, but he'd already
been threatened by the needle enough today.

Susan picked up a tote bag and a couple of towels as they walked out of the
apartment.

Tom had not arrived when they got downstairs to the open pool.  Jane was
already there, dressed very similarly to Susan, though her color was a light
blue.

"Now, you won't want to go in the water," Susan said, turning to him.  "We
don't want to ruin your hairdo."

Jane giggled, and they all went over to the chaise lounges at the edge of
the pool.  Susan took some suntan lotion from her tote bag, and rubbed it
all over Sam's exposed skin.  She then did herself.  Jane did likewise from
her own tote bag.

They laid on the lounges, waiting for Tom to arrive.

"Hi, girls," they heard the bright voice as Tom arrived.

Tom came over and kissed each of them in greeting as they sat up on the
lounges.  Sam felt the flick of his tongue when Tom planted the big kiss on
him.

"You are all looking simply marvelous today," he continued.

Sam felt self conscious again, as Tom's glance inspected each of them in
turn.  It seemed to Sam that his eyes lingered longer on him, but, of
course, he was showing more skin to be inspected.

"I want to thank you for coming to Samantha's rescue last night," Susan was
saying, as they began the light chit chat, mostly reliving the events at the
bar the previous evening.

"It was my pleasure," Tom replied, taking another eyeful of Sam's body.

The light banter kept up for a while, Sam being forced to contribute with
direct questions from time to time.  Everyone but Sam seemed to be enjoying
it.

"I think I'd better go up and get the goodies," Susan finally said.

"I'll help you, Susan," Jane volunteered.

"Tom," Susan said, "take good care of Samantha until we get back."

Tom's whole face brightened in pleasure as he turned to take another good
look at Sam.

"Have no fear," he said.  "She's in good hands with me."

Fine for them to have no fear, Sam was thinking.  They were leaving him
alone with this guy, whose eyes were all over his body.  Sam felt he might
as well not be wearing anything at all.  Tom's gaze was surely stripping him
in his mind.

Tom moved his chair closer to Sam's, and reached over to take his hand
lightly.

"Oh, shoot," Sam thought.  "What have these women got me into now."

Tom began the small talk.  He wanted to know where Sam had come from, how
long he had been in town, and if he was going to stay long.

Sam was flustered.  He didn't have answers for Tom.  Heck, he didn't have
answers for himself.  He managed to avoid the direct questioning, and Tom
seemed to accept this reluctantly.

Without warning, Tom reached over, placing his arm around Sam's head, and
planted a big kiss on his lips.

Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Sam stiffened for a moment, then
bowed to the inevitable.  He managed to relax, and actually found himself
enjoying Tom's attentions.  Sam definitely felt the tongue this time.

As Tom released Sam and lay back on his own lounger, Susan and Jane came
back, bearing a basket of food.  They must have been watching from the
doorway, Sam thought, to time their entrance so perfectly.

Tom got up, taking the basket from Susan, and went over to the charcoal
grill nearby.  He started the fire up, and began looking through the basket.
Susan and Jane had gone over with him, and they beckoned for Sam to join
them.

As Sam came over, Susan said, "I'm sure Sam would be glad to help you, Tom."

Tom beamed.  He knew Susan was doing a little low level matchmaking, but
wasn't minding it at all.

Sam was less pleased.  Though spoken cheerfully, the look Susan had given
him left now doubt that this was merely a suggestion.

Susan and Jane went back to the chairs, where they were talking and giggling
to themselves.

Sam followed Tom's directions, as he brought out the food, and began
grilling the burgers.  As they were working together, there was a lot of
physical contact between them.  Sam was sure that there was more than
absolutely necessary, but he didn't have much choice in the matter.
Besides, he was enjoying it a little.

Tom and Sam brought the cooked food over to the others.  They all chatted
gaily, while consuming the greasy food.  Sam was probably more pleased than
the others, since this was about the first really acceptable food he'd had
since Thursday night.

Sam and Tom picked up the paper plates when they all got finished eating,
and took them to the grill.  Tom put them on the grill, where they burst
into flame.  Then, both of them went over to join the other two.  There had
been a bit more contact during this process, with Tom even holding Sam
around the waist for a moment.

As they joined the others, the sky suddenly darkened, and rain began to
fall.

"Darn," Jane began.  "We would get rain to spoil a lovely afternoon."

"Yes," Susan agreed.  "It is a shame."

Susan paused, then continued.  "Why don't we all come up to my place, and
continue the party."

Tom and Jane were immediately agreeable.  Sam, not agreeable, nodded his
assent after a cold look from both of the girls.

"Sam," Susan said as they entered the apartment, "get a beer for Tom from
the refrigerator, and make a pot of coffee for the rest of us, please."

Even though Susan was smiling, Sam knew her words carried the force of an
order.  He went into the kitchen to comply, thinking things about being
turned into a waitress.

Sam made coffee in Susan's Mr.  Coffee machine, then went to the
refrigerator for a beer.  He'd like to have one himself, but Susan's words
had excluded the realization of that.  Sighing, he went over to the cabinet,
getting a glass for Tom's beer.

With the beer and glass, he came back into the living room.  Susan and Jane
were seated on a couple of the chairs.  Tom was seated on the sofa.  Sam
nearly stumbled as he realized that he would be expected to sit right next
to Tom.  He put the beer and glass on the coffee table in front of Tom,
placing them on lace doilies Susan had placed there.

Seeing a pouring motion by Jane out of the corner of his eye, he picked up
the glass, and poured some of the beer into it.  Then, he placed the glass
down and turned back to the kitchen.  Luckily, the coffee wasn't done, so he
could avoid the sofa for a few more minutes.

The coffee decanter was full when he got back to the kitchen.  So, he went
to the cabinet, and got three cups and saucers down.  He put them on the
counter, and filled the cups about three quarters full.  He dug around in
the silver drawer, finding three spoons, which he placed one on each saucer.
Searching the cabinets some more, he found the sugar in a big jar, and some
Sugar Twin packets next to it.  It would be impossible to take the big jar
with him, so he picked up a few packets of the substitute with a sigh.

Sam saw a serving tray on the counter, and placed the items on it.  He took
the tray into the living room, serving Jane, then Susan.  Both girls thanked
him.  He was about to take the other cup off the tray, when Susan suggested
he could just leave it on the coffee table, and join the crowd.  Resigned,
Sam made his way to sit down beside Tom on the sofa.

As Sam sat, he unconsciously reached behind him, as if to smooth his skirt.
He felt silly when he encountered bare buttocks, and recalled he was only
wearing the bikini.  He just sat, and automatically crossed his legs at the
knees.

Jane and Susan were nodding their approval as Sam sat.  They could see he
was learning a few things about womanhood already.

Susan and Jane fielded most of Tom's questions about Sam's past.  They made
up a pretty believable story.  Sam smiled every so often at Tom, though
mostly after noticing a glare from one of the other women.

They sat and chatted for about an hour, Tom's hand finding Sam's bare knee
for a few moments once.  Then, Tom stood and said he had some things to do
at home, and had to leave.

Sam was relieved, though the others showed some disappointment at this
announcement.  Sam's relief was short-lived as Tom kissed and hugged each of
them, thanking them for the nice afternoon.  His kiss lingered longest on
Sam's lips.

"OK," Susan said.  "Clean up the dirty things, Sam."

Sam picked up the cups and glasses, taking them to the kitchen.  He washed
them, and put them away.

As he returned to the living room, Jane was saying, "Sam is adapting well."

Susan agreed.  Sam didn't, but he was not being asked.

"The others will be over shortly," Susan announced.  "Let's get changed
before they get here."

"OK," Jane replied, leaving to go over to her place.



18 Chapter -    The Sunday Night Sorority Meeting


Susan took Sam into the bedroom, and had him take off the bathing suit.  She
let him go to the bathroom when he told her he needed to make the trip.

"You might as well change your tampon while you are there," she shouted
after him.

When Sam finished and returned to the bedroom, different clothes were lying
on the bed, and Susan had gone to her room.

She heard him finish through the walls, and hollered, "Just put on the
things on the bed, dear."

Sam sighed, and started dressing.

He slipped on the same panties he'd worn that morning.  He didn't see a bra
or the garter belt, so he picked up the dress, and slipped into it.

This dress had a halter top, and he managed to get his head through the
strap before letting the dress slide down his body.  He had to adjust the
front so that his breasts went into the looser area of the halter in the
front.  As he zipped up the back, he realized that the zipper only came to
about his waist.  His whole back was bare, and the plunge of the halter was
just above the waist in front.  The skirt was barely longer than the
nightgown, but it did cover the panties.  He sighed, recognizing that he was
going to be showing a lot of skin again.

Susan came into the bedroom dressed in a loose blouse and jeans.  She had
flats on.  Sam was a little envious, but didn't want to say anything.

Susan reached into the dresser and pulled out a couple of little nylon
things.  As Sam took them, he realized that they looked like the feet of the
stockings he'd been wearing.  Only they just slipped on to his toes,
catching at the heels.  They barely covered the soles of his feet.

"Those are Peds," Susan explained, "so you can be comfortable in your shoes
without wearing long hose."

She handed him a pair of white pumps, matching the dress color.  Sam slipped
them on, and they went into the living room.

Susan turned on the television.  She flipped through the channels, ending up
on the PBS station.  The show was a ballet.

Sam knew nothing about ballet, or much about any dancing for that matter.
It was just a bunch of naked women and some fairies in tights jumping around
a stage as far as he was concerned.  The one on the television did not look
promising.  He held his tongue, though, thinking uncomplimentary thoughts as
he watched.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Jane came in.  She was dressed
much the same as Susan.  Sam envied her the jeans too.

Jane noticed the scowl on Sam's face.

"What's the matter, Sam," she asked.  "Don't you like opera?"

Sam replied quickly, "No."

"What would you rather watch then, dear," Susan inquired.

"Football," he responded immediately.  He knew that Sunday afternoon was
filled with games during the season.

Both women laughed hard at his reply.

"You'll have to get over that," Jane said, still laughing.

The other girls in the group began coming in over the next few minutes.
They all greeted each other by name, and had Sam stand up so they could see
how he looked.  They were effusive in their compliments to him.  He felt
stupid.

"Why don't you make some coffee for us," Susan suggested, implying more than
a suggestion.

Dutifully, Sam went into the kitchen and brewed up a pot of coffee for the
second time that afternoon.  As the coffee was brewing, he got out cups and
saucers, and the sugar substitute, arranging them on the tray he'd used
earlier.  The coffee got done, and he filled the cups.  He brought the tray
into the living room, serving each of the women.

The women each thanked him for the coffee.  He was steaming inside from
being made into the hostess for this hen party.  The thought of their power
over him kept him from saying anything.

As he was about to join the group, Jane suggested, "Why don't you go powder
your nose, Samantha?"

Sam took the hint, almost glad to be spared the girl talk, and headed for
the bedroom.  He heard the door click locked as he got inside.

He didn't really have to use the bathroom, so he sat on the bed.  He could
hear the women's voices talking in the living room, but the voices were
subdued enough that he couldn't make out any of the words.  He got bored in
short order.

Sam stood up and looked around his prison.  This was really the first time
he'd been alone and aware enough to check the place out.  He went over to
the window.  It opened, and he looked down the straight five stories to the
ground.  Well, he decided, there won't be any escape that way.  It depressed
him enough that he returned to sit on the bed in misery again.

After a while, the door was unlocked, and Susan invited him in to join the
group.  After he brought refills for their coffee, of course.

There were not any available seats, so he stood stupidly in the center of
the floor until Susan suggested he sit on the floor.  Gracelessly, he sat on
the carpet.

All of the women laughed at him, finding the awkward position he found his
limbs quite amusing.

"Put your legs under your hips," Susan suggested, her voice full of
laughter.

Sam adjusted himself into the awkward position.  It was not he most
comfortable position to be in, but it wasn't the worst he'd ever been in
either.

The women talked of small, gay things.  Susan and Jane recounted Sam's
adventures of that day, and they all relived the scene at the club the night
before.  Once in a while, one of the women asked a question of him, but the
talk was mostly about him, not to him.  Twice, he had to refill the coffee,
having to brew another pot once.

At last, the women began to leave, pleading that they had to work in the
morning, and it was getting late.  They all hugged and kissed Sam as they
left.  Finally, only Susan remained.

"Well, you had better clean up these dirty things," she said.

Sam collected the dirty dishes, and went to the kitchen to wash them.  He
still didn't like it, but was getting used to this chore by now.

When he was done, Susan took him into the bedroom.  She had him strip down
while she went in to run a bubble bath for him.  She had him remove the
tampon, and bathe as she left the room.

"Just put on your nightie and go to bed when you are done," she said as she
went to her room.

Sam washed, and dried his body.  He found that Susan had put a maxi-pad into
his panties, so he put them and the nightgown on.  Then, he remembered to
wash out the panties and stockings he'd worn earlier.  He figured it might
be better to try to please Susan than suffer her anger in the morning.

Sam climbed into bed, and dozed off almost at once.



19 Chapter -    Monday Morning


The first gray rays of sunlight were beginning to come through the window in
Sam's bedroom.  He was not awake yet, and his mind only half registered the
muted buzzing.  Susan's alarm clock was going off in her bedroom, and the
sound was deadened by the wall between the rooms.

Sam's unconscious mind halfway heard the clock, and his dreams turned
abruptly to thoughts of going to work.  Somehow, probably by habit, his mind
recognized that this was a workday, and he should be getting ready.  As the
muted buzzing stopped, his mind lost the thought, and allowed him to drift
in a lesser degree of sleep.

The sounds of water running in the pipes came from the bathroom.  Still
asleep, Sam's brain registered this, and he drifted closer to wakefulness.

He was still too much asleep to register the door of the bedroom being
opened, as Susan came in.

"Wake up, sleepy head," she called cheerfully, shaking Sam by the shoulder.

Sam made some unintelligible mumbles, as he began to come to full awareness.

For a moment, he thought he had slept over with one of his conquests, a
thought which brought a smile to his face.  He had registered Susan's
obviously feminine voice.  Then, he recognized that voice.  He awoke with a
start, recognizing that the nightmare was continuing.

He got out of bed groggy.  Something made him aware that Susan wouldn't be
going away until he was on his feet.

"Go on into the bathroom, Sam," Susan said, "and finish waking up." Her
voice had the ring of laughter in it.

Sam went into the bathroom, and ran some cold water over his face, bringing
him to full consciousness.  He felt his bladder was full, so went over to
the toilet.

As he pulled his panties down, he saw the soaked maxi-pad in them.  He
performed the necessary functions, trying to recall how Susan had handled
the pad yesterday.  Finally recalling the incident, he stripped the pad from
the panties.  He'd already inserted a tampon from the on the toilet tank.

He pulled the panties completely off is feet, and took them to the sink,
where he washed them out.  He hung them on the towel rack, and stripped off
his nightgown, hanging it on the hook behind the door.  Then, he went into
the bedroom again to face Susan.

Susan had already made the bed, and laid some clothing out on it.  He went
over, and began putting on the frilly underwear.  The panties and bra were
the same style he'd been wearing yesterday, though the panties had a bunch
of lace sewn all over them.  The silly garter belt was there, so he put that
on as well.  He recalled how Susan had shown him to put the garters through
the panty, and how difficult it had been to go to the bathroom before she
had shown him that trick, so he did that as well.

The dress he picked up was at least more substantial than those he'd been
wearing.  It had shoulders.  It was sleeveless, and had a scoop neck,
flowing to a straight skirt.  He put the bright red dress on.  It fell about
halfway between the bottom of his panties and his knees.

He looked at Susan.  She was not dressed informally, as he'd seen her on the
previous days.  She had a white blouse with a black bow on, and her skirt
was a gray checked thing, falling to the middle of her knees.  She was
wearing about two inch heels with her clothes.  She looked good to him.

Susan had him come over to the dressing table, and told him to put on some
lipstick and comb his hair.  She went out to the kitchen to make coffee.

Sam picked up the brush, and began combing.  He looked at what he was doing
in the mirror, and was appalled to see he was mashing the hair down.  He
hoped Susan wouldn't come back in until he figured out how to fix it.  He
ran his hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up again.
He recalled that Susan's touch with the brush had been very light yesterday,
so he made a concentrated effort to brush lightly.  He was rewarded by
seeing the hair brush into its now familiar style.

Finding the blue purse, he dug through it to find the lipstick.  He opened
it, and began smearing the stuff on his lips.  He managed without straying
from the outside of his lip line.

Susan returned, and looked him over, complimenting him for getting things
right for a change.  She then handed him a pair of stockings, which he put
on.

The red pumps she got out for him slipped on as easily as he remembered.

Susan hastily clipped a necklace and bracelet on him, then took up the
cologne spray and zapped him with that.  He smelled like a flower again.

Susan got a bright red purse from the dresser, and had him put his
belongings into it.  It was a shoulder bag, like the one he'd taken to the
mall on Saturday.

When she was satisfied, Susan led him to the kitchen for some coffee.

"Only coffee this morning," she apologized.  "I have to get to work early."

Just then, the doorbell rang.  Susan indicated that Sam should answer it.

He went to the front door and opened it.

Gwen was standing there, dressed in her white nurse's uniform, with a cute
little cap.  He stood back so she could enter.  It looked like everyone was
going to work but him.

Gwen accepted a cup of coffee, which she drank hastily.

"I have to get to the office," she explained.

"Come along, Samantha," she smiled.

Sam looked at Susan inquiringly.

"You are going with Gwen today, Sam," Susan said with a smile.



20 Chapter -    The Hard Truth


Bowing to the inevitable, Sam followed Gwen downstairs to her car.  He got
in, and she made sure his seat belt was secure before she headed out into
traffic.

Gwen probably been the most helpful of the women so far, so Sam thought he
might try and talk to her a bit.

"Gwen," he began.  "I have got to go to work.  You girls have already made
me miss one day of it.  Can you change me back, and let me go?"

"Why, Samantha," she replied, her eyes twinkling, "you have only just begun
your adventure.  Why on earth would you want to leave us now?"

"But I have to go to work," he protested.

"We have that all taken care of," she reassured him.

Some reassurance, he thought, as he sat back in the seat in defeat.

They drove into the parking lot of the professional building about halfway
between Susan's place and his old apartment.  Sam had passed the building a
number of times, but had never been inside.

Gwen took him inside.

Sam followed Gwen through the doorway, where she smiled and greeted the
watchman, then down the shined hard floor to an office with a frosted window
in the door.  "Lois Bryant, MD, OB/GYN," it read.

OB/GYN? Isn't that where women go to have babies, Sam thought to himself.
He'd never even thought about going into a place like this before.

Gwen opened the door with a key from her key ring, leading Sam into the
waiting room.

The waiting room was typical doctor's office.  Several old sofas were placed
around the walls, looking like they had been rescued from some Salvation
Army store.  There was a low coffee table in the middle, and several end
tables scattered around the walls.  Like most doctor's offices Sam had been
in, there were hundreds of magazines scattered around, though the stacks did
seem neater than he was used to.

"Just take a seat here in the waiting room," Gwen instructed.  "We have some
patients today, but we'll work you in as we have time."

Gwen went into a rear office, and appeared moments later at an open
window/counter.  She began shuffling some papers.

Sam picked a the end of a couch in the corner of the office, hoping the
plant in the corner would hide him.  He was uncomfortable in this place
already.

A few minutes after Sam was settled, Lois walked in.  She was wearing a navy
skirt and white blouse, and navy pumps, he noticed.  She saw Gwen, greeted
her with a cheery, "Good morning," and glanced around the office.  The plant
didn't hide Sam.

"Good morning, Samantha," she said.  "You are looking wonderful this
morning."

Recalling the chastisement he'd received yesterday morning, Sam thanked Lois
for the compliment.

"Why don't you move up here," Lois said, pointing to a sofa near the
counter.

Reluctantly, Sam got up and moved to the indicated position.  He didn't even
have the plant to hide behind now.

Lois went into the back, leaving Sam alone in the waiting room.

He wasn't alone for long, because a woman entered a few minutes later.  She
was dressed in a conservatively cut suit, Sam noticed, as she walked to the
counter, said a few words to Gwen, then sat on one of the sofas.  She
reached out, and began leafing through one of the magazines.

While Sam was observing this, another woman came in.  This one was obviously
pregnant.  Sam noticed that she went through the same steps as the first
woman.

Another woman came in.  This one was dressed in a white uniform, like
Gwen's, but she didn't have a hat.  She went into the back, and took Gwen's
place at the counter.  Sam surmised that this was the receptionist.

Gwen stuck her head out of the door and called, "Helen, you can come in
now."

The pregnant woman went to the door and followed Gwen back into the back.

Another woman came in, went through the sign in ritual, and sat down before
Gwen called the first woman to the back.

Sam was getting bored by now.  He picked up a magazine from the stack next
to him.  "Modern Motherhood," it read.  He dropped it back on the stack
immediately.  He lifted several others, noting that most of them were
dealing with parenthood.  He guessed that these might be appropriate for an
office of this type, but he was not in the least bit interested in reading
that kind of material.  He finally came across a Vogue in the pile.
Sighing, he began leafing through it.  At least it was better than reading
about babies.

Gwen came to the door and called the next patient.  She smiled at Sam before
she led the other woman to the back.

The pregnant woman came out about this time, discretely adjusting her
clothing.  She went to the desk, talked to the receptionist for a minute,
then accepted a slip of paper and left.

Another pregnant woman came in.

Sam was beginning to figure that this was going to be a long wait, when Gwen
came to the door and said, "Samantha, I think we can take you now."

Sam was eager enough to follow her.  At least there would be a change of
scenery from the waiting room.

Gwen led Sam into a small examining room.

"Let's get you started," she said.

"Step out of your heels, and stand on the scale," she continued.

Sam stepped out of his shoes, and stepped on the scale he saw at the side of
the room.  The floor was cold on his stocking clad feet.

Gwen went through the moving of the weights to weigh him, then pulled the
rod up to measure his height.  She had him sit next to the desk in the
corner, and took his temperature and blood pressure.

Sam was used to these thing, his doctor did them every time he visited him.
So far, there was no big secret to being in this women's doctor's office.

Gwen then put her stethoscope to her ears, and began pressing the cold metal
disk to Sam's body.  When she put it on his breasts, he felt the nipples
grow hard from the cold metal.  He'd been noticing his nipples hardening at
almost any provocation.  Other than that, he was not unfamiliar with the
procedures.

As Gwen finished writing her findings in a folder, she told Sam to disrobe
and sit on the examining table in the middle of the room.  Hesitantly Sam
complied, though he only took the dress off.

Gwen looked sharply at him, "No, Sam, take everything off."

Resigned, Sam stripped and sat on the table.

Gwen came over with a rubber hammer, testing Sam's reflexes.  Then she told
him to lie down on the table, helping to move him into the position she had
in mind.

Sam's feet dangled over the end of the table, but Gwen didn't seem to mind.

Gwen lifted one leg up by the knee, and placed it in a stirrup that Sam
hadn't noticed earlier.  She repeated the process with the other, then moved
the stirrups out form the table, spreading Sam's legs wide apart.

Sam turned deep red.  He was terribly embarrassed to be so exposed to Gwen.

Gwen draped a green cloth from Sam's knees to his waist.  Sam couldn't see
anything below his waist now, but the coolness he felt in his genitals
reminded him how exposed he was.

Gwen was doing something at the side of the table, when the support below
Sam's hips fell away.

Gwen went to the small refrigerator on the wall of the room, and removed a
bottle with a big rubber hose coming out of it.  She went to the foot of the
table, and began doing something.  Sam felt her fingers on his groin, then
the tampon being removed.  He felt something enter into him.

"This may be uncomfortable," Gwen said cheerfully.

Suddenly, Sam felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into his stomach.
Then, it turned cold.  He felt the coldness seeping up from his groin to his
belly.  It felt like ice water was invading him.

Sam felt the coldness warm up inside his body, and the tube being removed
from him.  Then he heard the liquid dripping into a pan.

"I kept that in the refrigerator just for you," Gwen laughed.  "We usually
douche our patients with warm water, but we wanted you to remember it."

Leaving Sam supported in this precarious and exposed position, dripping
water into the pan, Gwen simply smiled and walked out of the room.

It seemed like a long time to Sam, but must have been only a few minutes
before Gwen returned, this time accompanying Lois.  They both smiled at him.

"Good morning, Samantha," Lois began, as she moved to the foot of the table,
Gwen at her shoulder.  Lois now had a white lab coat over her blouse.

Lois moved the pan out of her way, and sat down on a small stool, directly
in front of Sam's exposed parts.  He could feel himself blushing again.

He felt her doing something to his groin, then something entered deep inside
him, feeling like it was filling a passage.  He felt it wiggle around, then
withdraw swiftly.

Something cold entered him next.  It warmed quickly as it squirmed around
inside him, then he felt a sharp pinch.  The instrument was withdrawn.

Lois kept down there for a while longer, her fingers probing his genitals,
then she stripped off her surgical gloves and left the room.

"We'll have to wait a while for the tests to come back," Gwen said.

Gwen followed Lois out of the room, again leaving Sam in the awkward
position.  Sam tried to move to get more comfortable, but his legs stuck in
the stirrups restricted his movement greatly.  He sighed, and lay back
accepting it.

A few minutes later, Gwen came back in the room, this time leading Gloria.

"Good morning, Samantha," Gloria said.

Sam wondered how they could all be so cheerful.  Oh well, they weren't
hanging out over this silly table.

"I came over from the University Hospital as soon as I could get away.  Now,
let's see what we have here, " Gloria continued.

She sat down at the end of the table and proceeded to duplicate the things
that Lois had done a few minutes earlier.  The only difference was that the
pinch was missing.

Finally, Gloria stood and looked at him, "It looks excellent, Samantha.
But, we'll have to wait for Lois' tests to be really sure."

Gloria smiled and left the room.

Now, Gwen took her turn at the end of the table.  Sam felt her inserting a
tampon.

"All finished," Gwen smiled, as she restored the table to it's normal
position.

"You can get up and get dressed now," she concluded as she walked from the
room again.

Sam got up, still humiliated, and slowly began dressing.  While he was not
yet familiar enough with his clothing to be fast in any case, he was
dressing slower than normal.

After dressing, Sam sat down on the chair by the desk.  He wondered what was
going to happen now.

Gwen walked in a few minutes later, saying, "Oh, you're dressed.  Good.  Go
back and wait in the waiting room."

Sam got up and returned to the waiting room, noticing that more women had
arrived while he had been getting examined.

His old seat was open, so he sat down and picked up the Vogue again.

A number of the other women went into the back, and returned while he was
waiting.  He'd finished looking through the Vogue, without any real
interest, and had picked up another magazine.  It was one of those baby
ones, but it was something to do.

The waiting room cleared out, and Sam noticed that it was 12:30 on the clock
on the wall.  He hadn't noticed what time it had been when he had gone into
the examining room, but was sure it had been several hours ago.

Gwen and Gloria walked out from the back and turned to him.

"Come on, Sam," Gwen said.  "Let's go get some lunch."

The three of them went across the street to a small restaurant, and had
small house salads with coffee.  Sam ate every leaf of lettuce.

As they left, Gloria said she had to get back to her office.  She went her
way while Gwen and Sam went back to Lois' office.

"Wait here," Gwen smiled, in the waiting room.

Sam sighed, and picked up the magazine he'd been leafing through.  He got
through three more before he looked up at the clock again.  It was 3:30, and
he was still waiting.  He stood, to stretch his muscles.

The receptionist glared at him.

Sam sat back down, sighed, and picked up yet another magazine.

At last, Gwen called him into the back again.  This time they went into a
more standard office setting.

Lois looked up from the papers on her desk, smiled, and indicated a chair.
Gwen sat in the other one.

"Well, Samantha," Lois began.  "You will be happy to know that all of our
tests show you to be a normal, functioning female."

Sam was shocked.  He'd known it, really, but hearing it said out loud
crushed him.

"I saw no abnormality in your sex organs at all," she continued, "and
Gloria's examination showed the same."

"Incidentally, your hymen is intact," she kept going.  "I guess that makes
you a virgin."

Gwen and Lois both giggled at this pronouncement.

Sam turned beet red.

Lois wrote something on a piece of paper.  She handed it to Sam, saying,
"This is a prescription for oral contraceptives.  You will want to get it
filled this afternoon."

My god, Sam thought.  I'm really a girl now, and a virgin to boot.  Now,
she's giving me a prescription for the pill.  Sam had no intention of
needing the pill.

"Gwen," Lois continued, "why don't you take the rest of the day off.  Take
Sam home, and make sure to get the script filled."

Gwen and Sam stood and left the office to Lois' cheery, "See you later,
Sam."

Sam noted it was 4 PM as they left the office and went to Gwen's car.

Gwen drove out into traffic, and pulled in at a strip mall further down the
street.  The big neon sign in front of them announced, "Drugs."

Gwen led Sam into the drug store, and back to the pharmacist's counter.  The
clerk looked up inquiringly, then said, "Hi Gwen."

Gwen smiled, then turned to Sam.

"Give her your prescription, Samantha," she ordered.

Sam gave the paper to the clerk, receiving a number in return.

Gwen led Sam into the store's aisles, stopping at the cosmetics displays.
She pointed out various cosmetics to Sam, often saying they'd look good on
him.  She picked up a couple of them before Sam's number was called.

They returned to the pharmacy window, where the clerk gave Sam a small paper
bag.  "That will be Thirty Four Fifty," she said.

Gwen quickly said, "It's on our office.  And would you ring these up as
well?", placing the cosmetics she'd selected on the counter.

The clerk merrily began adding the purchases on the register, and Gwen paid
with cash from her purse, after getting a receipt.

Gwen drove Sam back to Susan's apartment.  Susan was home, and let them in.

21 Chapter -    To Tell the Truth


Susan was now dressed in jeans and a plaid blouse.  She looked inquiringly
at Gwen.

"Oh, Sam's normal," Gwen said.  "She's even a virgin."

The girls began giggling.

"Lois gave her some pills too.  Oh, and I noticed her flow was ebbing."

"That's great news," Susan replied.

Sam, once again a beet red, wondered what language these women were speaking
in the last sentence.

The doorbell rang just about then, and Jane came in to join them.

Seeing Jane, Gwen said, "Oh!  Samantha said something about having to go to
work today."

The girls began laughing harder, much to Sam's increased puzzlement.

Jane looked at him, saying, "Sam, dearest, you resigned from the office last
Friday.  I typed up the letter myself, and stamped it with the signature
stamp in your desk.  Something about personal problems."

The girls began laughing even harder now.

"Oh, I got your severance pay check.  Mr.  Grant had me type it," she said,
proffering the green check to Sam.

Sam saw it was clearly made out to Samantha Gordon.  His heart sank even
lower.

"Just write your name on the back," Jane said.  "I want to get it to the
bank before it closes." She handed Sam a pen from her purse.

Sam didn't know what to do.  Susan made a motion like someone giving a shot,
and Sam decided to sign the check.

Jane left quickly, with a, "Be back soon, girls."

Susan and Gwen began talking together, mostly about things incomprehensible
to Sam, though he knew that they were talking about him.  He sat glumly on
the sofa.

Jane came back after a while, and held out a check book with red roses all
over the cover.  She handed it to Sam.

Sam looked inside, and noted that the checks were printed for Samantha
Gordon.

"How did you do that," Sam sputtered, knowing you had to sign a bunch of
forms to get a bank account.

"Easy," Jane laughed.  "Do you remember all those forms you signed Saturday?
The bank application was in with them."

The girls laughed again.

"I opened the account with my money on Saturday for you," Jane continued,
"and I picked up the checks from the printer today."

"By the way," she said, "you owe me a hundred dollars."

The girls began laughing until Sam could tears streaming down some of their
faces.  He wondered what was so funny.

"I'd better keep that for you," Susan said, taking the checkbook from him.

Just then, Sharon came in.

Like Susan earlier, Sharon was dressed in attractive suit, with a ruffled
blouse.  Her navy bag and pumps matched the suit.  Recalling the price tags
on some of the things at the mall the other day, Sam figured the suit must
have cost $500, easily.

"Hi gang," Sharon said.

"Let me look at you, Sam," she said with a smile

Sam stood for yet another inspection.  These inspections by the women were
getting old.

"You look absolutely, lovely," she said, and, as soon as Sam thanked her for
the compliment, turned to the others.

"I'd have been here sooner," she said to them, "but I had to meet my lawyer
at the Club."

"Anything interesting," Susan inquired.

"Just something I've been playing with," Sharon replied.

"We all know what that means," Susan said, laughing.

The others had joined in the laughter, leaving Sam alone in he lack of
knowledge.

Sam must have had a look of incomprehension on his face, because Gwen asked,
"What's troubling you, Sam, dear?"

Sam stared at Sharon, and questioned, "Sharon, your suit is terrific, and
I'd sure love to do something about getting you out of it."

The girls broke into hearty laughter at that.

"If I were able," Sam amended, recalling his present situation.

"But, it must have cost a fortune," he continued.  "How does a bar maid
afford such beautiful clothes?"

The girls were doubled over with laughter now, and Sam could see the tears
streaming from all of their eyes.  He must have said something really funny.

"Sam, love," Sharon spoke, as soon as she had composed herself a bit, "you
really don't know anything about the women you have chased, do you?"

Sam had to admit to himself that knowing about the women he'd had was not
the topmost thing on his mind.  He'd always thought of women as something
for pleasure.

"Sharon," Susan interceded, "is DOCTOR Sharon Wilson.  She has a ScD. in
Electrical Engineering from MIT. She invented a computer system that so
changed the industry that it is now an industry standard, and she makes
about ten dollars in royalties on almost every computer sold around the
world."

"After that, she left IBM, and went into business for herself as an
inventor.  IBM let her go with the agreement that she'd continue on a
consulting basis.  Every few months, she gets an idea with her tinkering,
and sells her inventions for big bucks," Susan continued.

"She got the Nobel for her computer thingie.  She OWNS the bar we got
youfrom.  She just likes to work there sometimes to meet the common folks,"
Susan concluded.

Sharon had turned crimson hearing the recitation of her accomplishments.

Sam sat back stunned.  He had no idea that Sharon was such an important
person.  He'd always thought of her as a pleasant, good looking bartender
who he hadn't gotten into the sack yet.

The others were now laughing even harder at Sam's discomfort, and obvious
puzzlement.

Sharon recovered, and laughed, "I'll bet he knows next to nothing about any
of the women he's bedded."

The others agreed, laughing.

Sam responded eagerly to Susan's suggestion he go make coffee for the group.
At least the kitchen was away from the scene of his last faux pas.

Carol and Lois had joined the group when Sam returned with the coffee.  The
others were cluing the newcomers in on Sam's latest blunder, and all were
laughing heartily.

Sam endured the discomfort, as Carol was brought up to date on his
condition.  He was beginning to wonder what else there was about these women
he didn't know.

Tom rang the bell after a few more minutes, and walked into the room
carrying two large pizza boxes, and a couple of six packs of beer.

"Oh, Tom," Susan laughed, "you always did have a way of knowing our
weaknesses."

Tom laughed easily, "I saw all the cars in the lot, and just knew my 'harem'
would be up here.  So I went over to Antonia's, fixing to ply you all with
good food and strong drink."

Jane punched him playfully on the arm, and took the pizza boxes, placing
them on the coffee table.  The girls unceremoniously ripped the boxes open,
and began lifting wedges of the gooey pizza.

"What's the matter, Sam," Susan said, seeing Sam abstaining, "not hungry?

Sam was, in fact, hungry.  He'd been hungry for days, and been frustrated in
satisfying it at every turn.  But he also remembered that each time he'd
gone for some good food, the women had stopped him with warnings, and even
threats.  He'd decided to wait for permission this time.  With Susan's
words, he grabbed a wedge of the sloppy pizza as well.

Tom came over to the sofa, and always the gentleman, perched himself on the
wing.  The fact that this placed him right next to Sam didn't bother him in
the least, but left Sam uneasy.

"Where's Gloria tonight?" Tom asked, between bites.

"Oh, she called the office just before I left," Lois replied.  "Somebody got
into an accident, and she had to go to the hospital.  She sent her regrets."

The others sobered at the thought, but then became playful again.

"Wait 'til she hears she missed the pizza," Gwen exclaimed.

Everyone started laughing again.

They all finished with the pizzas and beer.  Even Sam was allowed to have a
beer, the first real drink he'd had since this adventure began.  Sam was
still hungry, but the reproving eyes of some of the girls had limited him to
two slices, like the others.

They all leaned back and relaxed in the good cheer and company, when Sam
felt Tom's arm circle his shoulders.

"Samantha, you are looking especially lovely tonight," Tom said.

Sam smiled his pleasure.  Something made him like this handsome man.  He
seemed to be changing his perspective.

"Um, Tom," Carol began.  "There's something I think we need to tell you."

His arm still draped on Sam's shoulders, Tom looked inquiringly at Lois.

"You knew we all love you," she continued.  "And you're always there for
us."

Tom laughed, saying, "And I'm handsome and good in bed too!."

The group broke up into laughter again.

"Listen to this guy fishing for compliments," Jane said, as she punched him
playfully again.

"And a real hunk," Carol continued, laughing.  "And maybe trainable in bed."

Even bigger laughs emerged from the whole group.

"And modest, too," Susan volunteered.

Tears filled all the girls' eyes as they laughed.  Tom was laughing just as
hard as the rest of the group.

When the laughter subsided, Carol continued, "We have all noticed how you
seem to have taken a liking to Samantha."

"We have been having some fun at your expense, though not intentionally,"
she kept going.

The girls were giggling again, and Tom was paying amused attention to Carol.

"But we all love and respect you too much to let it go on."

"Do you know Sam Gordon?" she continued.

"Well, I've never formally met the guy.  I've seen him around, though," Tom
conceded.

"What did you think of him?" Jane inquired.

"He was something of a braggart," Tom answered.  "He was always chasing new
women, and letting everyone know about his successes.  I guess I didn't
think too much about that, or him, for that matter."

"Well," Carol continued, "I think you had better hear what we have to say."

"I think you'll need to be sitting down for this," she cautioned.

"Samantha, why don't you give Tom your place on the sofa," Susan directed.

"Oh, she doesn't need to do that," Tom hastily injected.  "I'm fine here."

"No," Susan kept on the track, "Sam will move, and maybe you can let her sit
on your lap?"

The girls giggled.

Sam was shocked, but he got up to allow Tom to sit on the sofa.  As he did
so, he took Sam's hand, pulling him down onto one leg.  He circled Sam's
waist with an arm, then turned to listen.

Sam was terribly uncomfortable now.  He had mixed feelings, though.  He was
being humiliated, and showing it by flushing red.  At the same time, he felt
a strange, tingling sensation though his body.  He also felt a dampness in
his panties.

Carol then related the whole story of how Susan had gone to the bar, seduced
Sam, and brought him back here, where Lois had done her medical magic on
him.

Sam was now a brilliant red with embarrassment.

"You're so cute when you blush like that," Tom whispered into Sam's ear.
"You flush all the way down through your bust."

Sam turned even redder.

"We took Sam over to The Game Cock Saturday," Carol continued.  "We didn't
expect to meet you there, though it was a pleasure as always."

"Anyway," she kept on going, "you seemed to like Sam.  So, we just let you
two go on."

"I think we aggravated the situation," admitted Susan, "by inviting you over
to the pool yesterday."

"But Sam's really a woman now, isn't she," Tom inquired, knowing of Gloria's
work.

"Oh," Lois chimed in, "that's for sure.  She's probably more female than any
of the rest of us!"

The girls were giggling at that announcement.

Sam retained his brilliant red coloration, becoming more uncomfortable by
the minute.  If these women kept up like this, everyone in the city would
soon know of his situation.

"I don't see how that's possible," Tom responded instantly.  "I've never had
any problems considering any of you female!"

The group again laughed until the tears rolled.

"Yea," Jane interjected, "you spent so much time in our sorority house
lounge, we thought about pledging you!."

Everyone rolled on the floor with that, except for Sam, trapped on Tom's lap
still.

"We're sorry if we led you on, into something you might not want be involved
in," Carol concluded, contritely, when the laughter died out.

"No problem as far as I can see," Tom replied easily.  "Sam's a girl now.
If you hadn't told me I'd have never known.  Besides, I still like her, no
matter what her history might be."

"Actually," Tom continued, "the real reason I came over tonight was to see
if Sam wanted to go dancing again."

"Oh, I just knew you'd understand," Carol said brightly, as she got up from
her seat and planted a big kiss on Tom's lips.

Gwen spoke, "Tom, you do need to know a few things though."

She'd gotten Tom's attention now.

Sam was in a state of panic waiting for even more revelations.

"Lois checked Sam out today," she continued.  "She's a virgin.  And, she
having her period, so don't plan on doing too much with her right now."

Tom laughed, "Have I ever hurt any of you girls?  Don't you think you can
trust me to be the same way with your creation?"

"Oh, of course we do," said Susan, hastily, "but we thought you needed to
know."

"Well, I DO thank you for that," Tom said.  "But it doesn't make any real
difference.  I still like Samantha."

Tom was squeezing Sam more tightly around the waist now, and smiling
broadly.

"I'd still like to take Sam out tonight," Tom said to the women.

"Is there anything you think I should do special?" he added, after a brief
hesitation.

"Go powder your nose, Sam," Susan ordered.

Sam went into the bedroom, being locked in as he stepped inside.  He
wondered at what insidious plans the group was dreaming up for him.  He had
no doubt at all that he was going out with Tom tonight.

Well, the thought of going out with Tom didn't really seem all that bad.
But, Tom was now in on the secret, and maybe he'd change the way he treated
him.

It wasn't too long before the door opened, and Susan beckoned Sam to join
the group.

"Grab your purse, dear," she said.  "Tom is taking you out."

"It will be good for you to have a real date," Gwen smiled.

"And Tom is sooooo sweet," Jane crooned.

Sam picked up his purse, and took Tom's proffered arm, as they left the
apartment for a night on the town.

"Just get her back by midnight," Susan said at the door.

"Just like college," Tom laughed.



22 Chapter -    First Date


Tom, always the gentleman, held the door to his luxurious Lincoln for Sam to
slide in the front seat.  He closed the door, and got in the driver's side.
After he started the car, he laid his arm lightly across Sam's shoulders,
drawing him closer.

Sam stiffened for a moment as Tom's arm touched him, then he relaxed,
instinctively trusting Tom not to do anything offensive.

As they drove out into traffic, Tom started, "You have an incredible story,
Sam."

"I had planned on taking you over to the Red Rooster for a few drinks and
some dancing," he continued, "but now, I think I might have a better idea."

His arm tightened on Sam's shoulder, but the drive continued in silence.

As they pulled into the parking lot of the small bar, Sam's heart sank.  The
bright neon lights proclaimed this to be, "The Booby Trap," a place noted
for strippers, and which Sam had frequented often.

"Hello, Mr.  Benton," the doorman said, as they entered the club.

"We don't see you bringing lovely ladies to our humble establishment too
often," the doorman continued.

"This one's special, Jake," Tom replied with a chuckle.

The Booby Trap was laid out with an darkened area of tables in the rear, and
a brightly lit stage area in the center.  There were tables around the
stage, and some chairs set right up adjacent to the long walkway that formed
the stage.  Sam hoped they would go to the dark tables, but Tom led him to
the lighted ones nearer the stage.

A waitress came over to their table as they sat down, Tom seating Sam in a
gentlemanly fashion.  As all waitresses in the club, this one was wearing a
full micro-skirt, filled even fuller by yards of stiffened lace fabric under
it, some black mesh stockings, held up by garters in plain sight, and high
heeled pumps.  She was topless.

"Well, hello, Tom," the waitress said, rubbing her hand over Tom's shoulder.
"Long time no see."

"I've been busy, Arlene," Tom explained.

"I can see that," Arlene said, smiling directly at Sam.

"What will you have?" she continued.

"Oh, just a beer for me," Tom said, "and maybe a lady's drink for Samantha."

"Be right back," Arlene said, after writing the order on her book.

Arlene had just placed the drinks before the couple, when the music began,
and two girls danced out onto the stage.  Over the next three songs, they
removed their clothing a bit at a time, until they were completely naked,
except their heels, at the end of the third song.  They danced the fourth
song unclad.  At the end of the fourth number, they collected this discarded
clothing, leaving to backstage two different women replaced them.  The
dancers appeared, now clad simply in transparent panties, through the stage
door moments later.  They began mingling with the crowd as the women now on
stage repeated their earlier dancing.

Normally, Sam would have become excited by the show, but tonight he just did
not feel excited by the women at all.  What he did find more exciting was
Tom's gaze at the women.  He even felt a twinge of jealousy, though he'd
have never pegged it as that.

One of the former dancers came over to the table.

"Hi there, Tom," she cooed, shaking her breasts in his face.

"I'd dance for you, but I see you have company already," the woman said,
looking fiercely at Sam.

"Don't let that stop you," Tom laughed.  "I think she'll get a kick out of
it."

The woman immediately stepped up on one of the chairs, and from there to the
center of their table.  She began to undulate to the music.  Her crotch
seemed to end up in Tom's face quite often during the dance.

Thankfully, Sam thought, she'd only danced one song on the table.  He'd
known Renee before, but she'd never put on that kind of show for him.

Greg stumbled up to the table.  It was early, but Greg was already pretty
well loaded.

"Howdy, Tom," he slurred.

"Oh, I know you!," he continued.

"You were at The Game Cock the other night," as recognized Sam.

"You ought to try your luck," Greg said, looking directly at Sam and
pointing to the stage.  "It's amateur night."

Greg stumbled off into the crowd, as Sam felt Tom's hand squeeze his knee.

Tom leaned over the table and whispered, "Well, Sam.  Want to try your
luck?"

Sam panicked.  Tom could not possibly mean he wanted Sam to do a strip right
here in front of all these horny men, could he?

Tom patted Sam's knee, chuckling, "Oh well, not tonight I guess."

The sense of relief and gratitude Sam felt at being let off the hook was
profound.  Even though he'd seen, and enjoyed, amateur nights at the Booby
Trap on many occasions, he had no desire to participate in one.  In fact, he
felt uncomfortable just being in the place now, quite unlike he'd felt on
his previous visits.

"Let's get out of this place," Tom suggested.  "Unless you'd like to stay
longer?"

Sam smiled his acceptance of the idea, and was even eager to take Tom's arm
as they left the noisy club.

In Tom's car again, with Tom's arm over his shoulders, Sam noticed a couple
of scantily clad hookers walking the street.  He had seen them before, of
course, but never in quite the same light.  He shuddered at the thought of
how they made their living.

"Sam," Tom was saying, "we can revisit some more of your old haunts, if you
want to."

Sam looked up to Tom, saying, "Please, Tom.  I just didn't feel right in
there.  You decide where we should go."

Tom chuckled as he started the car and they drove off into the city.

As they pulled into the front parking lot of the Holiday Inn, Sam fell back
into panic.  He'd been doing that a lot lately, but, with visions of having
Tom taking him up to a room and doing things with him, his fright was more
severe than he'd been subjected to before.  The apprehension deepened as
they entered the hotel lobby, arm in arm.

Sam had forgotten about Grady's, the small, dimly lit bar off the lobby, in
his state of panic.  It was into the bar that Tom led him.  Sam's relief was
evident.

Tom just chuckled.

The waitress that came over to the table Tom had selected was dressed in a
skirt much like the ones worn by the waitresses in the Booby Trap.  The
similarity ended there, however, since she was wearing a matching top, and
dark pantyhose.  Her cleavage was obvious, but that was about the most skin
showing.

Tom ordered for both of them, a mixed drink for himself and a lady's drink
for Sam.

Sam was becoming interested in this lady's drink thing.  In his discomfort,
he had not even tasted the one at the other bar.  As the waitress delivered
the drinks, Sam took a small sip.  It tasted like cherry soda water.

The small combo began playing a slow tune, and Tom took Sam out onto the
small dance floor.

Better prepared than Saturday evening, Sam let his body melt into Tom's as
they began to dance.  The feeling of Sam's breasts against Tom's chest, and
the rhythmic movement of his legs pushing at his skirt caused the remote
tingling sensation all over his body to begin again.

After three songs, the band began to play a faster tune, and Tom led Sam
back to their table.  They talked lightly about trivial things for a while.

"Tom," Sam began hesitatingly, "do you know the girls in the group well?"

Tom looked at Sam for a moment, smiling, and replied, "Sure, Sam.  We go way
back."

"Did you ever," Sam continued shyly, "take any of them to bed?"

Tom chuckled in amusement.  "That is not the kind of question a gentleman
answers," he said.  "If you want to know that, ask the girls."

With that, Tom led Sam back out onto the dance floor, effectively cutting
off further questions.

Sam thought about this reply as they danced.  He also wondered why he had
asked the question in the first place.  He didn't think he was terribly
interested, and recalled that he'd have been happy to have answered such a
question just a few days ago.  He continued pondering until Tom led him back
to the table.

"My gosh," Tom said, looking at his wrist watch.  "Where has the time gone."

"I promised Susan to get you home by midnight, and it's time to leave
already."

Sam wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed as they drove back
to Susan's apartment.

As they got to the door of the apartment, they could hear voices inside.
Obviously, at least some of the group was awaiting their return.

Tom pulled Sam to him, and kissed him gently on the lips.  Unconsciously,
Sam responded, kissing back.

Tom pulled back, sighed, and pressed the door bell.

Susan opened the door, and smiled.

"You always did beat the curfew," she laughed, stepping out of the way so
the couple could enter the room.

Carol, Gwen, Sharon and Jane were in the living room as they entered.

Tom walked over to the sofa, his hand still in Sam's.

"Why don't you get a cup of coffee for Tom and yourself," Susan suggested,
seating herself on one of the chairs.  "There is a pot ready in the usual
place."

Sam went off to the kitchen to get coffee.  He didn't bother with the tray,
as he brought two cups back with him.

He seated himself on the sofa, next to Tom, after placing the cups on the
coffee table.

"Where did you guys go," Jane asked.

Sam reddened as Tom chuckled.

"I thought Sam might have fun at the Booby Trap," Tom began.

The girls began giggling, as much at the mention of the infamous club as at
Sam's deepening blush.

"Samantha didn't seem to want to enter the amateur night," Tom continued.

The girls really began laughing now.

"Why not, Sam?" inquired Susan, still laughing.

Sam was too embarrassed to answer.

Tom took up the slack after a moment of silence, "So we went over to
Grady's."

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