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  I had complained last time that this story had no end. Well I was
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_The_Adventures_of_Samantha___________________________________________ 5


"Let's go," she said simply.

Sam followed her down to the lobby of the apartment building, where they
waited.

Susan got up and began pacing around the lobby, looking out the glass door
frequently.  She seemed impatient.

At last, a yellow taxi pulled up to the door, and Susan led Sam out to the
cab.  They both got inside, and the cabby began driving off at Susan's brief
direction, "Airport."



30 Chapter -    Flying


The municipal airport is on the southeast side of the city.  It is a large
place, and located in an almost rural setting.  It is about a thirty minute
drive from Susan's apartment to the passenger terminal.

Sam was curious as to why Susan had to go to the nation's capitol on such
short notice.  He would have asked, but her warning was still fresh in his
mind, and she had pulled one of the briefcases onto her lap.

Susan had opened the briefcase, and Sam was a little surprised to see that
it was a laptop computer, not the briefcase it looked like.  He could tell
it was an expensive one, too.

Susan was typing things on the keyboard, and looking at the large LCD
display.  She was obviously reviewing something for the upcoming meeting,
but the rows of numbers and terse text labels were meaningless to Sam.  He
quickly got bored, and watched the scenery flash by.

As the entrance to the airport became visible, Susan closed her computer,
and sat back in the seat, obviously resigned to not being able to complete
her studies.  The cab continued driving right up to the main doors of the
passenger terminal.

Susan and Sam got out of the cab.  Susan bent over to pay the cabby with a
few bills from her purse.

Sam looked around.  He'd been through the terminal a number of times.  It
did not look much different, but it seemed to him that there were quite a
few more people around than he recalled.  Perhaps, he had not been so
conscious of them previously.

Susan and Sam went inside, and Susan went up to the counter for one of the
bigger national airlines, after telling Sam to stand just outside the velvet
ropes.  She returned a few minutes later, clutching two ticket envelopes in
her hands.

Sam was conscious of all the people around the terminal now.  It seemed like
most of them were men, and their stares at his chest forced him to recall
how differently he was dressed than last time he had been there.  He was
somewhat uncomfortable at being stared at.

Susan did not seemed to be so uncomfortable as she led Sam through the
concourse to the gates.  She stopped at one gate, exchanging her tickets for
two boarding passes.  She led Sam to one of the rows of hard plastic seats,
and they both sat down.

Sam felt very conspicuous as he sat on the chair.  He had been conscious of
the men looking him over ever since he'd been in the building, and the frank
stares he and Susan were getting now did nothing to ease his disquiet.  He
nervously recrossed his legs several times, sure the men were looking up his
skirt.  Susan did not seem to be bothered at all.

They sat in the holding area for a long few minutes, before the PA system
announced the boarding call.

Susan stood, and Sam followed her to the line forming at the gate to the
airplane.  He felt the eyes on him all the way.

Susan gave the hostess the boarding passes, and led Sam down the metal
corridor and into the airplane.  She showed the passes to the hostess at the
door of the airplane, and was instructed where to find the seats.

They walked only a few feet into the airplane, when Susan spotted her row
number.  She stopped, then opened the overhead cabinet.  She stuffed the
briefcases into it, then took off her jacket.  She folded it neatly, and the
jacket followed the cases.

"You will be more comfortable without your jacket," Susan said, as she slid
into the window seat.

Sam took his jacket off, and folded it neatly, as he had seen Susan do.  He
put it in the cabinet, closed the door, and sat in the aisle seat.  They
were in first class, so there was not much choice as to which seat to take.

As he sat down and buckled his seatbelt, the rest of the passengers began
pouring into the plane.  Sam was acutely aware of the frequent stares his
chest was getting as the male passengers moved rearward, toward their own
seats.

Sam found one of those in flight magazines in the pocket behind the seat
ahead of him, and began looking through it, more to keep his mind off the
obvious stares he was attracting than from any interest in the magazine.  He
was still leafing through the publication when the hostess checked
everyone's seatbelt, and the airplane began to move.  He was reading an
article on shopping for fashion in Dallas without much interest when the
plane got airborne, and the seatbelt sign dinged off.

Susan unlatched her seatbelt without taking her eyes off whatever article
she was reading in the magazine.  Sam followed suit, though the article on
Dallas was not interesting enough to keep his interest through the process.

The flight attendants went through their mandatory spiel about aircraft
safety, with no paying attention as usual, and began wheeling carts through
the aisles.  They stopped at each row, passing a tray to each of the
passengers.  Airlines know that feeding passengers keeps their minds off of
such distasteful subjects as crashes.

Sam looked at the tray set before him.  Scrambled eggs, two strips of bacon,
some toast, a couple of slices of grapefruit and a plastic glass of orange
juice were on it, along with some silverware wrapped in a napkin.  He
unwrapped the silverware, and began digging into the grapefruit when the
hostess was back with coffee.  He added the cup of coffee to the tray, and
began to eat the breakfast without any more interruptions.  Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Susan doing the same.

He and Susan finished the breakfast at about the same time.  Susan was
sipping coffee, but Sam's was gone.  The attendant magically appeared, and
whisked the trays from them, refilling the coffee cups without asking.  Sam
sat back in the seat, and began sipping the fresh coffee.

Susan finished her coffee, and dug a lipstick and compact from her purse.
She applied the lipstick, and put it back into the purse.  Her glance at Sam
made him dig into his own purse.

Sam opened the compact to the small mirror in its lid, and opened the tube
of lipstick.  He dropped the puff in his lap as he was trying to get the
mirror arranged to see his lips.  It was much harder to put the lipstick on
with only the small mirror to help him, but he managed to get the greasy
stuff on his lips.  He picked up the puff, and closed up the cosmetics,
stuffing them back into the purse.

Susan laughed lightly, then pulled a tissue from her own purse, dabbing it
at Sam's lips to remove an errant bit of red, where he'd missed the lip
line.  She put the tissue back into her purse, then leaned over to him.

"Sam," she whispered, "you will have to be on your best behavior today.  I
have a business appointment, and you will have to come with me.  If you do
anything to mess it up, you will find yourself with a sore butt, and I'll
dump you in the middle of the red light district of Washington."

The vision of being dumped on 14th Street, with just the clothes on his
back, no money, and a female identification, sobered him.  He was determined
to keep it from happening, and he saw from Susan's determined look that she
was prepared to do it if he screwed up.  He sighed, and leaned back into the
seat.

Sam was still thinking about Susan's threat when the plane began to descend.
Breakfast and coffee had consumed most of the flight time.  They landed
minutes later.

As the airplane came to a halt at the gate, Sam stood, recovering his jacket
from the overhead compartment.  He slipped it on, not buttoning it, and got
Susan's things from the compartment.

Susan smiled as she accepted her jacket and two cases, She half stood, and
slipped her jacket on while Sam buttoned his own.

Susan stood as the plane's front door opened.  She moved past Sam, and began
walking through the metal tube between the plane and the terminal.  Sam
followed meekly.

They walked into a waiting room, almost a clone of the one they had left a
short time earlier, but did not stop.  As they clicked their heels on the
hard floor, Susan spotted someone and a big smile came on her face.

"George!" she cried cheerfully.

George saw her, and came over to wrap her in his powerful arms.

"Susan," he said, "I am glad you could make it so quickly."

As the middle aged man released Susan from the hug, he glanced at Sam.

"Oh," Susan said, laughing, "George this is Samantha.  Sam, George."

George smiled, and shook hands with Sam.  He then took each of them by an
arm, leading them through the terminal.

"When June told us your flight number," he spoke to Susan, "I decided to
meet you personally.  My car is right outside."

As the three of them walked through the terminal corridors, George and Susan
chatted lightly about mutual friends, and brought themselves up to date on
what had been happening since they had seen each other last.  Every once in
a while, George looked to Sam, who smiled politely back at him.



31 Chapter -    Washington


They walked out of the terminal building, and a long, black limousine pulled
up.  The driver got out, taking Susan's cases to the trunk.  Then, he opened
the door so the three of them could slide in the back.

Sam tried to enter the car in a lady like manner, but his legs did separate
once while he was trying to get seated, much to the appreciative glance of
the driver.  He composed himself, and relaxed into the luxurious seat.

Susan and George kept up their banter all through the drive into the city.

The limo pulled up in front of a tall building, and the driver got out to
open the door for them.  They all slid out, the driver keeping a close eye
on the ladies, obviously longing for another flash of leg.  He seemed quite
satisfied when he went to the trunk to recover Susan's cases.  George, Susan
and Sam went into the building, arm in arm, while the driver drove away with
the limo.

George stopped at the reception desk, picking up some plastic covered
squares from the receptionist.  He clamped one to Susan's coat lapel, then
repeated the process with Sam.  Then, he took a similar badge from his
pocket, and clipped it to his own coat.  They all went to the elevator.

Sam looked at the badges while they walked.  George's badge had a full color
picture of him on it.  Susan's badge also had a picture, wearing a blouse
Sam did not recognize.  His own badge just had a big V where the picture
would have been.

Still arm in arm, George led them down a long, plushly carpeted hallway
after the elevator arrived.  They went into a small conference room.

Sam looked around, as George was seating both he and Susan.  The room was
panelled in a light wood, and the table matched.  There were a number of
pictures on the wall, running the gamut from supersonic jet airplanes to
some sort of Army vehicle.

As they were getting situated at the table, two more middle aged men,
dressed in dark suits, entered the room.  They pulled up chairs opposite the
ones Sam and Susan were sitting in.

"Susan," George introduced, "I think you know my comptroller, Ed Stewart.
The other gentlemen is my operations vice president, Ralph Eggleston."

Both men nodded politely to Susan and Sam as they were introduced.  Susan
flashed a big smile to both, and Sam followed suit, seeing what she was
doing.

"The reason we called you here," George continued, "is that we are having a
temporary cash flow shortage."

"One of our bright, young engineering geniuses designed a fantastic video
game.  We are so sure that it will be THE hit of the Christmas season that
we tooled up our Maryland plant to produce the games for the consumer
market."

"Well, after we made that decision," George kept going, "Admiral Kuntz, from
the SDI project, issued a RFP on a black project.  We were invited to bid.
Our first black project."

George paused before continuing.

"Anyway, we were informed this morning that we could have the contract if we
could guarantee first production within 18 months."

"Our problem is that our available capital is tied up in the consumer
project.  We would have to dump that to take on the government project."

"You know how hard it is to get on the black projects list, so we don't want
to turn this one down.  We might not get another chance."

"On the other hand, the game is going to make us a mint by Christmas."

"The Admiral acted faster than I've ever seen any government contracting
officer move.  It was only six weeks from when we were invited to bid to his
call offering the contract this morning."

"We have to decide today whether to dump the game and refit for the
government project, or pass on the project, or find some alternative
financing so we can do both jobs," George explained.

Susan sat with rapt attention during the dialogue, nodding her head
knowingly at several points.  She turned to the comptroller, and asked him
several rapid questions.

Soon, George and his two staffers were involved in a complex financial
discussion with Susan.  It was all way over Sam's head, but he tried to at
least look interested.  It really wasn't working, and Sam began to fidget in
the chair.

The meeting continued for about an hour.  Sam could not tell whether they
were resolving anything or not.

George stood and halted the discussion.

"It is lunch time," he said, patting his ample girth.

"Why don't we all take a break and go over to Luigi's for lunch.  We can
pick this up this afternoon."

As the group emerged from the conference room, Sam almost fell into a
handsome young man passing by in the hallway.  He glared at first, then
recalled he was on his best behavior, and smiled at the young man, as the
man excused himself for being clumsy.

"Samantha," George laughed, "I see you have met Mark Walters.  He's the guy
who invented that game I mentioned earlier."

Mark reddened slightly.

"We're going over to Luigi's for lunch, Mark," George said.  "Why don't you
come along.  Company treat."

"Besides," George continued, "I'm sure these lovely ladies will find your
face a welcome change from ours."

Mark blushed again, but accepted.  He took Sam by the arm as the group
headed out to the restaurant.

Sam felt strange as Mark took his arm.  It was not an unpleasant feeling,
but it was different than he'd felt before.

Luigi's was right across the street from George's building, so they all
walked over.

They were seated around a large table.  Sam noticed that George had placed
Mark between him and Susan.

Lunch was fantastic, Sam thought.  He ate the salad, and dug into the pasta
eagerly.  He found himself getting full rapidly, though.

There was no talk of business during the meal.  They all chatted lightly,
and even Sam was included in the conversation.

A man in a chef's outfit walked to the table, and greeted the crowd.  He
inquired how the meal had been.  His deep Italian accent carried all over
the restaurant.  He seemed to know everyone but Sam by first name.

"Luigi," Susan laughed, "I went all over Italy last time I was there."

After a short pause, she continued, "But I never did find which part of
Italy you come from.  Where exactly is the South Bronx over there?"

The whole table laughed, Luigi probably harder than any of them.

"Susan," Luigi answered, still laughing, "you know all my secrets.  Don't
let it get around.  I'll loose all the tourist trade."

The last statement was pure New York city.

Luigi recovered the Italian accent as the group left to return to business,
and he to his kitchen.  The group was still laughing lightly as they entered
George's building.

George stopped at the reception desk, and turned to Mark.

"Why don't you take Sam down to your lab and show her your new toy," George
suggested.  "She doesn't seem to be too involved in our meeting."

Susan nodded her permission to Sam.

As the rest of the group went off to the elevator, Mark took Sam's hand and
led him through a door on the ground floor.  They walked this way past a
large number of office cubicles.  Mark explained that this was where the
"brain work" was done.  In time, they came to the double doors denoting the
computer laboratory.

As they entered the lab, Sam was astounded by the number of different sizes
and shapes of computers around the room.  Some of them were big, looking
like several good sized refrigerators lined up together.  Others were little
more than keyboards.

Mark led Sam to one of the smaller ones.  It had a detached keyboard, but it
also had a bigger part, about the size of several boom boxes lined up behind
one another.  Sam was seated in a rolling chair in front of the keyboard.
There was a joystick immediately to the right of the keyboard.

Mark stood behind Sam, and placed his arms around him, typing something on
the keyboard.  Sam felt a little warm, so, when Mark finished typing,
removed his jacket.

A full color screen had appeared on the monitor in front of Sam, asking some
questions Sam had no idea how to answer.

Mark put his arms around Sam again, typing answers to the questions on the
screen.

"People who play these games regularly," Mark explained, "have built up
characters over the years, and like to keep them when playing new games.
Since you don't have a character, I've selected one I designed for you.
I've also set it to a very basic level so you can get the feel of the game."

Sam's eyes were on the screen.  The first screen had given way to another,
this one of a stylized warrior, dressed in armor.  The legend below the
character read, "Sara-Khan, Amazon Princess."

Sam also noticed himself warming again, and Mark's aftershave smelled
somehow very attractive to him.

Mark stepped back and outlined some of the rules of the game.

Sam followed Mark's coaching, and began playing the game.  He actually felt
himself becoming the Amazon warrior in search of treasure, and encountering
numerous obstacles in the way.

The game held Sam's total attention, as he worked the joystick, or typed
some magical incantations into the keyboard.  He never noticed the time
passing, as he slew demons and dragons, accumulated wealth, and grew
stronger.  Sam was having a ball with this game, though he'd never played
with a computer game before.

Sam's attention was so completely involved with the game that Mark had to
reach around him to shut it down when he got the call from upstairs that he
and Sam should join the rest of the group there.

"Wow," was all Sam could say as the screen died out.

"Of course, we have built the game into it's own dedicated computer for
commercial sales," Mark explained, as he took Sam by the hand to lead him
upstairs.

Between his recollections of the game, and the strange feelings he was
getting every time Mark came near, Sam missed the trip back too the
conference room, and was surprised when he was led inside.

George caught the look on Sam's face, and grinned.

"Did you spend an enjoyable few hours in the lab, Sam?" he asked.

Sam bubbled over, "It was terrific.  I'll have to get one when you start
selling them!"

Sam's enthusiasm took a deep dive when he saw the amused look on Susan's
face.  The reality of his situation, and the unlikelihood that he would be
able to buy such a game, struck home as he sat next to Susan.

"You won't have to wait, Sam," George beamed.  "I'm sure Mark has a
demonstration unit downstairs.  We'll let you take it back with you."

"Oh, sure.  We have a couple dealer's demo boxes all ready in my office,"
Mark offered.  "I'll get one now."

"Go ahead, Mark," George said.  "Just bring it out to the lobby, we will all
be coming down in a few minutes."

Mark left the conference room.

"I think we are all settled, Susan," George said.  "We will sign the
contract this afternoon, and expect your courier with the check in the
morning."

"Oh, by the way," he continued, "why don't you and Sam stay the night in the
company suite.  Margie would love to see you again, and it will give us an
excuse to eat out for a change."

"Gee, George," Susan said, "we didn't plan on staying overnight."

"Oh, come on," George pressed.  "It will be fun, and you can fly back in the
morning, relaxed and fresh."

Susan thought for a few minutes before agreeing to stay.

"Oh!" She exclaimed.  "Sam and I will have to get over to Woodie's before
dinner.  We have absolutely nothing to wear."

George laughed.  "You always look scrumptious to me, but I'll have the limo
driver take you over to Tyson's Corners on the way to the suite.  Ah....  if
I were only twenty years younger, I'd make a pass for you right now."

Now, Susan laughed.  "What, and have Margie scratch my eyes out?  You are
dreaming again, George!"

They all laughed as they went down to the lobby.

As promised, Mark was waiting in the lobby with a large cardboard box.  He
handed it to Sam with a boyish grin.

The whole group went outside, where the limousine was waiting.  George and
Mark helped Susan and Sam into the large vehicle, and it sped off.

Sam was bubbling over, telling Susan all about the game he had been playing
in the lab.  He held the cardboard box on his lap securely, anticipating the
time he would spend with the game later.



32 Chapter -    A Night on the Town


The driver was very good.  He made it through the streets and onto the
beltway only hitting one red light.  He drove the beltway, and pulled off
into the parking lot of the large shopping center a short time later.  He
helped Susan and Sam out of the car, rewarded as before with the flash of
leg he got, and walked with them into the mall.

"This must be really boring for you," Susan suggested.

"The boss said I should come along to help carry packages," the driver
replied.

"Well, you probably don't want to wait around the ladies department.  Why
don't you go over to the bar and have a drink.  We'll get you when it is
time to go," Susan offered.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat as he meandered over to the
small bar.

Susan led Sam into the confusion of Woodward and Lothrup's.

Susan had been here before, and led Sam directly to a department marked
Juniors.  Here, she began looking over the dresses hanging on the racks.
She passed by several, and finally found something she was interested in.
She took several dresses off the rack, holding them up to Sam.

Sam felt uncomfortable.  He still was not used to coming into these places
full of frills and lace.  Guys didn't do this, he thought.  It was much
simpler to be a man.

Susan handed him two dresses with hangers, telling him to hold them for the
time being, then turned to other racks.  She held some dresses against
herself now.

When she had made her selections, Susan led Sam to the small dressing rooms
nearby.

"Try the dresses on, Sam," she instructed.  "Then, come outside so I can see
how you look."

Sam disappeared into the small cubicle, Susan into the one next to it.

Sam hung up the dresses Susan had selected, and began to undress.  He
figured he could probably get by with only taking off the skirt and blouse.

He reached for one of the dresses, and noticed the large bare area at the
top, only a couple of very thin straps holding it to the hanger.  He sighed,
and slipped out of his slip and bra, hoping that no one else needed to use
the dressing room while he was so exposed.  He pulled the first dress on,
and zipped it up.  Taking a big breath, he came out of the cubicle.

Susan was already out of her dressing room, wearing a light purple dress
with spaghetti straps.  The dress caressed Susan's figure, provocatively
showing a little cleavage, and flowed down to a full skirt.  The skirt ended
about an inch above her knees.  It was the shortest skirt he'd seen on her
since that first night in the bar.

Susan looked at him critically.  She had him turn around several times.  She
told him to look at himself in the mirror while she was looking.

The mirror showed the dress Sam was wearing to be quite similar to Susan's,
though the color was a deep red, and the skirt was almost an inch shorter.

"OK, Sam," Susan said, finally.  "Try the other one on."

They both went into the cubicles again.

Sam took the red dress off, and picked up the other one.  This one was held
to the hanger with clips.  It was strapless.  He put it on and zipped it up.
He hoped Susan would pick the first one as he emerged from the cubicle.

Susan was waiting for him again.  She was wearing a dress very similar to
the first one, but in a kind of cream color with a gold leaf emphasizing the
bodice.  She looked very good in it.

Sam's dress was strapless, in a black and white pattern.  The whole bodice
was black with white polka dots, but the skirt was several layers of a filmy
white material with black polka dots.  The lowest tier of the skirt still
fell two inches above his knee.

Susan looked him over critically again.  Her face showed that she was having
a hard time deciding which one to get for him.

"OK," she said finally, "let's get dressed.

Sam went back into the dressing room, and gratefully put the less revealing
street clothes he'd worn into the store on.  Surprising himself, he even got
the buttons in back of the blouse the first time.

Susan was again waiting as he came out of the room.  She had one of her
dresses in one hand, and one in the other.  She took Sam's dresses
similarly, then went back to the racks, replacing the dresses from her left
hand on the racks.  She then went to the cash register and purchased the
others with her credit card.  Sam saw he was going to get the black
strapless one.

Susan gave the large shopping bag to Sam as they left the store and picked
up the driver at the bar.  The driver took the bag from Sam, and all three
went out to the limo.

They only drove a few miles further on, when the driver stopped the car in
front of a tall hotel.  He walked in with the two, carrying the shopping
bag.  He stopped at the desk.

"These ladies will be using the AstroElec suite tonight," the driver said to
the receptionist.

The receptionist reached into one of the mail boxes, and pulled out two
keys.  She handed them to the driver, asking if he needed a porter.

"Naw," the driver said cheerfully, "I think I can handle it."

The three went up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel.  The driver
had obviously been there before, and led them down the hall to a doorway.
He opened the door with one of the keys, then stood aside as Sam and Susan
entered the suite.  He then came in, placing the packages on the sofa, and
turned to leave, noting he would be back a six to pick them up for dinner.

Susan took the packages into one of the bedrooms.  She emerged a few seconds
later with one of the dress boxes, and indicated that Sam should follow her
into the other bedroom.

"We don't have much time," Susan said, looking at her watch.  "You get
dressed while I got to my room to dress."

Sam sighed, then began taking his clothes off again.  When he got the outer
clothes, slip and bra off, he opened the dress box, and removed the new
dress from it.  He slipped it on.

Sam noticed a mirror out of the corner of his eye, and took a look at
himself.  He'd mussed his hair while dressing.  He figured he had better fix
that before Susan came in, so he brushed the hair.  He did not know what to
do about the tags hanging off the dress.

Susan came in a moment later.  She had picked the cream dress with the leaf.
She saw Sam, and brought him over to her.  She had a pair of scissors from
her purse in her hand, and removed the tags from his dress.

"You look darling," she said, going back to her room.

Sam didn't feel "darling," he felt kind of stupid in this dress.

Susan came back a moment later.  She was carrying a small clutch purse, and
a smaller one, which she handed to Sam.

"Just put your ID card, lipstick and compact in here," she said, leaving the
room again.

Sam joined her in the living room when he had put the required items in the
small purse.

"Sam," Susan said, "you have been doing fine all day.  Just remember what I
said about being on your best behavior tonight."

Sam nodded dutifully.

"Well," Susan announced, "it is time to go."

Sam and Susan went down to the lobby and seated themselves on a sofa.
Before long, the driver came in, and recognizing them, came over to them.
He let out a whistle of appreciation as he neared them, then led them out to
the limo, knowing he'd get a lot of leg as they got into the car.  He was
not disappointed.

The driver drove into the city, finally ending up at a restaurant with the
name "Chesapeake Bay Seafood." He opened the door for them, and got his
glimpse of leg, then drove off as the two entered the establishment.

George was waiting for them as they got inside.  He greeted both of them
with a big hug.  Susan got a kiss as well.  Then, he turned and led them to
a large table by the window.

The window looked out over the Potomac River, and provided quite a view of
the river and some of the monuments of Washington.  It was quite lovely.

Sam was introduced to Margie, George's wife, as he was seated by the waiter.
Surprisingly, Mark was at the table as well, along with a guy Sam vaguely
remembered seeing when he was going with Mark to the computer lab.

His name turned out to be Bill, as he was introduced to Sam.  He knew Susan
already, and worked with Mark in the design department.

The table was arranged so that Susan was paired with Bill, and Sam with
Mark.  George and Margie sat opposite both pairs.

"Trying to be a matchmaker again, Margie," Susan inquired with a laugh.

"She's always trying," George agreed, laughing as well.

"Well, it's about time you thought of settling down, Susan," Margie defended
herself.  "Besides, Bill has been moping around since last time you were in
town."

"I can't imagine Bill moping," Susan responded, with a smile to Bill.

"I wouldn't put it that way, either," Bill agreed, "but Margie's been trying
to marry me off to all her girlfriends anyhow.  I did enjoy our last outing,
though."

The light banter kept up all during the meal of salads, chowders, and
genuine Maryland crab.  Even Sam was in a cheerful mood.

"I think we need some oysters," Marge cried as the last of the crab was
devoured.

Everyone laughed except Sam, who turned red.

The conversation got lighter again, as the oysters were devoured, then the
ice cream dessert.  At last, coffee was served.

"I think we ladies need to go powder our noses," Margie spoke.

Susan and Sam followed her to the ladies room, where they proceeded to
repair their damaged lipstick.

Margie took Susan aside, and whispered to her.  Sam got restless.

They all took seats on the couch, as Margie began talking to them.  The talk
was light, and mostly about getting Susan married.  At long last, they got
up and returned to the table.

The men stood as they returned, and a new round of coffee was brought.  They
settled back into the light banter of the meal.

"I think Margie and I need to go check on the kids," George announced.  "I'm
sure Bill and Mark will show you two ladies a good time in our fair city."

They all left the restaurant together, George paying the bill with his card.

"Let's go dancing at the Pink Cadillac," Bill suggested.

Susan and Mark agreed readily.  Sam was not in the mood, but shook his head
in agreement after a glance from Susan.  Susan and Bill went off to Bill's
car, while Mark took Sam by the hand to his.

Sam felt Mark's arm across his shoulders as they drove through the city to
Georgetown.  The strange feeling he'd encountered earlier returned.

Mark parked the car, and led Sam to the night club.  Bill and Susan were
waiting for them by the door.

The four went inside, and were seated at a small table.  The place was
packed with men in suits and women in nice dresses.  As the waitress brought
their drinks, Bill led Susan off to the dance floor.  Mark took Sam by the
hand as well.

Since Sam had danced with Tom before, he just let himself melt into Mark's
body, moving with the music.  Mark's strong chest rubbing up against Sam's
breasts intensified the strange feeling, but Sam found it pleasant.

They danced for a while, and went back to the table to rest.  Susan and Bill
did the same.

Sam took a big drink from his screwdriver.  He really wanted a beer, but
knew Susan would be angry if he had ordered that.  Susan sipped her drink.
Sam had another big drink before they all hit the dance floor again.

After this dancing, they all gathered at the table, and Bill stood up.
Susan stood with him, and leaned over to Sam, whispering, "I'll see you
later.  Remember to be a good girl."

Susan and Bill left the club.

"Let's get out of here ourselves," Mark suggested, offering his hand to Sam.

Sam followed Mark, hand in hand, to his car.  They drove a little way to
another club.

This club was less crowded than the first one, and they could even hear
themselves think.  They danced and drank some more.

Soon, Mark mentioned that it was after midnight, and he had better get Sam
back to the company suite.  They left the club arm in arm, Sam stumbling a
little.

Mark drove expertly through the streets of Washington, and pulled up to the
hotel parking lot.  He took Sam by the arm, leading him to the reception
desk, where he got the key, and upstairs to the suite.

They stopped at the door of the suite, Mark pulling Sam around to face him
fully, and planting a deep kiss on his lips.  Sam felt his body responding
with a kiss of its own.

Mark opened the door to the suite.

"Why don't you come in for a nightcap," Sam suggested, to his own surprise.

Mark followed her into the suite, and made some drinks at the bar before
joining Sam on the sofa.

They both took a long pull from their drinks, when Mark circled Sam with his
arms, and began long, passionate kisses.

Sam responded, his body beginning to warm, and the strange feeling getting
stronger.

Sam kept getting warmer, and feeling stranger, as Mark continued kissing
him.  He felt a slight sensation as one of Mark's arms dropped down, his
fingers lightly trailing down Sam's exposed shoulder and chest, until it
began to lightly circle Sam's breast through his dress.

Sam got warmer and warmer, and began to feel a tingling sensation, as Mark's
hand kept tracing the outline of his breast.  He also began to feel a
dampness between his legs.

As Sam's feelings of pleasure deepened, Mark's hand slipped inside the
bodice of the dress, continuing his massage, but now skin on skin.

The feeling of Mark's bare hand on his bare breast brought on colored lights
to Sam's head.  He was now hot, and the dampness between his legs was
increasing.

Still kissing Sam, Mark moved his hand from Sam's breasts to his knee.  Sam
involuntarily moved his legs apart slightly, to better accommodate Mark's
probings.  The light touch of Mark's fingers traced the leg up past the top
of the stockings, and began to lightly trace the outline of Sam's vagina on
his panties.

Sam was now seeing more brightly colored lights in his head, and began
panting lightly for air.  His body was ablaze with nerves crying out in
pleasure.

Sam did not even notice when Mark's fingers slipped inside his panties, and
began tracing the vaginal lips themselves.  He was too high with ecstacy to
notice small things like that.

As Mark's fingers entered Sam, Sam let out a gasp for air, and rose to still
higher levels of pleasure.  Mark's light touch on Sam's clitoris increased
these feelings by an order of magnitude.

Sam was now at such a level that he did not feel Mark's other hand unzipping
the back of his dress, and begin to massage his breasts while still probing
deep inside him with the first hand.

The dress fell away, and down to Sam's hips.  Something in Sam's mind
registered this, and determined that the rest of the dress was too
confining.  Sam's body wiggled until the dress slipped to the floor.

Mark had slipped his panties off now, not that Sam was aware of it in his
ecstasy, and now unhooked the garter belt.  Sam didn't even feel the
stocking fall down his legs, but unconsciously kicked them off his legs
until he was sitting on the couch in the nude.

Still kissing and caressing, Mark lifted Sam from the sofa, and took him
into the bedroom.  He lay Sam on the bed, and hastily removed his clothing.

Sam was still on cloud nine when Mark returned his attention to him.

Sensing Mark's return, Sam's legs spread to allow Mark room to enter.

Mark was passionately kissing and sucking Sam's breasts, when Sam stiffened
from the sudden pain as he entered him.

The sharp pain brought Sam out of his ecstacy in one moment, but the pain
eased as the state of ecstacy began building again.  Sam felt Mark inside
him, but really did not care at the moment, just as long as the pleasure
kept coming.

The pleasure built to levels higher than those Sam had experienced before,
as his breath shorter and shorter.  He began to murmur Mark's name over and
over.

Suddenly, a warm, liquid, golden feeling came over Sam, as Mark released and
collapsed on his body.  The feeling lingered for a few moments, then began
to subside into a glow.

Mark rolled off Sam by this time, and lay beside him, still holding and
kissing him.

The glow continued for a long time, kept alive by the closeness of Mark next
to him on the bed.

At last, Sam felt the glow of pleasure pass by, and the reality of his
position set in.  He collapsed inside as he realized what he and Mark had
just done, and was reminded of it by the cold, slimy stuff that dripped out
of him and onto the bed.  He lay in horror for a few moments, then dozed
off, exhausted, in Mark's arms.



33 Chapter -    Washington - Thursday Morning


As the waking process began, Sam stirred.  He rolled slightly, and
encountered some resistance.  His body recognized the warmness, and the
feeling of security the resistance, provided, and relaxed.  His body moved
closer to the source of the warmth.

Feeling Sam's body stir, Mark's unconscious form felt the warm body snuggle
closer to it.  His body rolled on its side, and his arms opened to accept
Sam's body.  One arm cradled Sam's head, while the other made its way across
the body.  With some primitive instinct, Mark's hand recognized the female
form, and his hand came to rest cupping one of Sam's breasts.

For a time, both bodies lay entangled in sleep.

As sleep slowly fell away, Sam felt the hand on his breast and the strength
of Mark's body against his back.  He stirred a bit, and the hand began
softly massaging the breast it was holding.  Still mostly asleep, a smile of
contentment and pleasure crossed Sam's face, as he snuggled even closer to
Mark.

Sam's stirring brought Mark even closer to wakefulness.  The feel of Sam's
body caused an erection to begin.  The erection brought Mark rapidly out of
his sleep.

Sam felt Mark's erection growing against his back.  Still asleep, he did not
recognize it for what it was, but his body knew that it was no threat, and
Sam lingered in his light sleep.

As Mark woke, his hands began gently discovering the contours of Sam's body
anew.  Ever so gently, he massaged Sam's torso, paying particular attention
to the breasts.

Sam was coming out of his sleep now, but warm, hazy lights of muted dark
reds and purples emerged in his mind.  The lights began to brighten as
Mark's hands kept their gentle massage.  Unconsciously, he rolled from his
sleeping position to one where his body faced Mark's.

Mark's massaging continued, gradually expanding until it encountered the
area of Sam's belly, and down to the mound between his legs.

Sam let out a deep sigh of contentment at this attention, and wrapped his
arms around Mark's body.

The colors in Sam's mind were now brightening even more quickly now, and the
strange but pleasurable feelings coursing through his body were becoming
more intense as Mark gently rolled him onto his back.  His legs parted of
their own volition.

Mark was still caressing and kissing Sam gently as he buried his erection
inside Sam's willing body.

Sam felt the slight resistance of Mark's entry, and his body filling with
Mark's presence.  The colors were now swirling and bright in his mind, and
the feelings of warmth and rightness increased even more.

As Mark and Sam continued in their coupling, their bodies joined in motion
to heighten their pleasure.

Sam's eyes flew open in surprise, but the surprise was quickly forgotten as
Mark noticed, and began kissing even more intently.  Sam simply let the
pleasure overwhelm him.

Sam's breath began to come in gasps as the pleasure increased.  Then, he had
to inhale deeply as a brilliant rainbow of colors burst in his mind, seeming
to reach from his head all the way through his toes.  The after image began
to fade, but the images retained the bright colors as Mark continued his
ministrations.

Sam felt the colors and warm pleasure building again, until another
brilliant rainbow burst, this one even more brilliant than the last.

He felt Mark's probing abate through the after image of the rainbow.  As the
rainbow fade, Sam felt the golden glow of complete contentment seem to flow
all through his body from his belly.  He began kissing Mark urgently, and
holding him tightly, trying to will the feeling to remain.

Sam looked up at Mark, and still panting, said, "Wow!  What a way to wake
up!"

Mark smiled in genuine pleasure, as he bent forward to kiss Sam on the eyes.

"Thank you," Mark whispered through the kisses.

Mark rolled over on his side, pulling Sam with him.  They lay in each others
arms for several minutes.

At last Mark sighed, and got up, quickly dressing.

Sam sat up on the bed, still feeling the golden glow engulfing his body.

Mark, now dressed, leaned over and gently pushed Sam back on the bed,
kissing him deeply.

"I have to get to work," he said gently.  "You just lie here."

Sam lay back as Mark quickly collected the rest of his clothes and left the
suite.

The golden glow was slowly fading as Sam heard the outer door close behind
Mark.  He sighed, and lay back again, trying to relive the pleasure.

Sam was still involved in his reveries, when Susan walked into the room,
clutching all of Sam's discarded clothing in her arms.

Startled, Sam's pleasure evaporated, as the realization of where he was, and
what he had just done dawned on him.  The sight of Susan holding the
discarded dress and lingerie brought a cold, hollow feeling of fear to his
stomach.

He recalled Susan's stern warning of yesterday, and the look on her face now
made him sure that she did not consider his actions to be completely
"ladylike." He collapsed within himself as he mentally prepared for the
sting of the needle.

Susan looked at him sternly, then, seeing his face collapse, burst into
laughter as she put the clothing on the bed.

"It seems you have had quite a night," she said through her laughter.

"I'm sorry, Susan," Sam whined, fearing the needle would emerge at any
second.  "I don't know what came over me."

Susan was now laughing louder as she bent down and hugged Sam tightly.

"Go ahead and clean yourself up," she said, continuing to laugh.  "We'll go
down to breakfast in a bit."

Sam did not notice that Susan was still wearing the cream colored party
dress as the relief of her words swept over him.

Sam drew a tub of water as he used the toilet.  He found some bath salts in
the medicine cabinet over the sink, and added them to the water before he
climbed in.  He lay in the tub for several minutes feeling the warm water
ease the tensions in his muscles, and the smell of the salts assault his
nose, then began to wash himself.  He still was not used to bathing his
female body.  He quickly finished, and dried himself off, wrapping the towel
around himself when he was done.

He went into the bedroom, and looked at the clothing on the bed.  The dress
did not seem to be appropriate for the flight back home, and he had worn the
underwear all day yesterday.  Seeing no choice, he pulled the panties on,
then the garter belt.  He found his suit and slip hanging in the closet,
where Susan had put them last night before dinner, and looked around for his
bra.  He found that in the dresser, and quickly donning it, returned to the
closet, where he put on the slip, skirt and blouse.  He left the jacket
hanging there.

As he was walking toward the bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
His hair was a fright, and he didn't seem to have any lipstick on his lips.
He figured he might as well fix that up before he finished dressing, so he
rummaged through his purse to find the brush and lipstick.

Now presentable, he went back to the bed, where he rolled the baggy
stockings down and slipped into them.  He had just fixed them to the garters
and slipped into his shoes when Susan returned to the room.

Susan was also in the skirt and blouse she had worn on the airplane.  She
seemed glowing and gay as she told him to grab his purse and come downstairs
to the coffee shop.

They rode the elevator in silence, each to his or her own recollections of
the evening before.

They went into the hotel coffee shop, and ordered a standard breakfast.  Sam
was ravenous, and it appeared Susan was hungry as well.  They both dug into
the breakfast with a vengeance.

"Sam," Susan said, when the food was gone, "order us some coffee.  I need to
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."

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