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Hi.

  I had complained last time that this story had no end. Well I was
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6___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________


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

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

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

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

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

Back home, Susan told him to go to bed.

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



40 Chapter -    Friday Morning


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girls giggled even more now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



41 Chapter -    More Mysteries


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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing his puzzled look, Gloria chuckled.

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

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

"Calm down, Sam," Gloria counselled.

"Quite a few people are not comfortable in the gender they were born with.
Some of them even go so far as to have major surgery to change the
appearance of their organs to the gender they feel more comfortable in."

"A few decades ago, almost anyone could get the operation, but we have
learned quite a bit since then, and the screening process we use now is
quite good.  Only the ones who really need the change, and can cope with
living as the opposite gender, are given the opportunity now."

"My break through was an accident, as are most things in research.  I found
a hormone that can neuter the human body, recreating the blank default stage
of the fetus during early pregnancy, and then react with other hormones to
make the change real.

"The research is still experimental, but it shows promise of helping
thousands of people every year.  You were only the fifteenth human subject
we experimented on, but the other fourteen were completely successful.  Of
course, we did experiment for several years on higher animals, and even the
first few accidental changes were successful in making the change
completely."

"Of course, all of our subjects volunteered."

She looked sharply at Sam, and continued, "You were volunteered by our
little group because of the way you treated women."

"Anyway, none of the others have changed so completely so quickly."

"I need to check a few things, just to make sure everything is as it seems.
Follow me into the lab, please."

Gloria got up and went to a well fitted laboratory.  Sam followed, still
confused.

"OK, Sam," Gloria said.  "You have done this before.  Just take off your
clothes, and lie on the examining table please."

Sam hesitated.  He recalled the experience in Lois' office, and was not too
thrilled with the idea of another internal examination.

"Oh, come on, Sam," Gloria said in exasperation.  "Women get these exams all
the time.  You're a woman now, and you need to be examined.  Let's get on
with it."

Reproved, Sam undressed and got up on the table.

The feeling of helplessness, being confined in the stirrups, returned in
full force, as Gloria adjusted the table.  The feeling of embarrassment at
being so exposed also returned as Gloria went to the bottom of the table and
sat down.

"Sam," Gloria began a commentary, "I am just going to take a look.  You
might feel a little pressure, but there should be no pain.  If it hurts,
tell me immediately, and I'll try to find out what the problem might be."

Sam felt a thick instrument enter his vagina.  Surprisingly, Gloria was
right.  It did not hurt, though he was aware of the device as it rubbed
against the lips of his opening.

Gloria twisted the thing, and looked for a long time, every once in a while
moving it to a new position.

"Amazing," she said several times under her breath.

"All right, Sam, I am going to take a small sample of fluid from your
fallopian tubes.  It won't hurt, but you might feel the tube deep inside
you.  Just don't panic, and lie still, please."

Sam felt the vibration as the smaller sampling tube was inserted into the
larger one she was using to check out his insides.  Other than that, he felt
nothing except a little strangeness.  He could not describe the feeling, but
it was neither painful nor pleasurable.  Just different.

"I think that should do it," Gloria said, as she removed the devices from
him.

"You can get up and get dressed now," she continued, restoring the table and
helping Sam out of the stirrups.

She turned and went to a lab table, where she busied herself with some
strange instruments and microscopes, as Sam got dressed.

Even though he was still confused, he was curious at what Gloria was doing,
so he went over to stand by her at the table.

Gloria chuckled as she examined the specimen under the microscope.

"I forgot you had sex recently," she said.

Sam flushed.

"Here take a look at this.  This is the sample I just took from deep inside
you."

She backed away from the microscope, and showed Sam how to look through it.

Sam saw lots of weird things under the glass.  There were odd shaped blobs,
and some blobs that wiggled, and some spheres.  He did not know what he was
looking at, but was amazed that all that was from inside him.

"See the little ones that look like snakes, and are wiggling a little?"
Gloria asked.

Sam saw what she described.  The little snakes were wiggling all over the
place.

"Those are sperm cells.  They're sluggish now, so they've been there for a
day or so, but they are still quite alive."

Sam shuddered at the thought of sperm cells inside him.

"They are fascinating little cells," Gloria continued.  "They can live in a
hospitable environment for two days, sometimes even longer.  And a woman's
body is certainly a hospitable environment for them.  They just wiggle
around, waiting to find an egg to fertilize.  If they don't find one, they
just die off.  It's kind of sad in a way."

Hunting for an egg?  These things could make him pregnant today?  He was
nearing the throes of panic now.  Gloria noticed the expression.

"Don't worry Sam.  You won't get pregnant from these little fellows."

"If you had listened to Gwen the other day, instead of acting like a spoiled
brat, you would have known that women are only fertile two or three days a
month.  You just had your period last weekend, so you won't be fertile until
the end of next week at the earliest."

Fertile?  Next week!  Sam did panic then, but the relief in hearing that it
was not going to happen right now calmed him to normal very quickly.

"Any way, you had sex recently.  You should have known that is the way to
get pregnant," Gloria concluded.

"It just happened.  I didn't think," Sam whined.

"Most girls don't think, Sam.  They just do what comes natural, and end up
being mothers," Gloria said.  "It happens all the time."

The thought did nothing to console Sam.

"Tell me about your experience," Gloria asked.

Sam was silent.  He recalled the pleasure, but it was too embarrassing to
discuss with any one else.

"Oh, come on," Gloria urged, "it is information that can only help my
research.  Besides, I know what it feels like for me.  I'd like to know how
you felt about it."

"Well, it just sort of happened," Sam haltingly began.  "I invited Mark in
for a drink after a night of dancing."

Sam recounted the experiences of the night and morning.  He warmed up to the
subject during the narration, and almost began to relive the pleasures he
had felt.

"It was one of those things.  It wasn't planned for, and I sure didn't think
about babies," he concluded.

"Great!" Gloria exclaimed.  "Many women don't have orgasms the first few
times, and you had several."

"You know," she mused, "I'll bet you always secretly wanted to be a woman,
but hid it under that big macho image you put on.  You might not even have
realized it yourself.  You are such a good subject, you really must have
needed this change."

"No!" Sam cried.  He refused to think of himself as anything other than a
guy.  Then, the recently related events of the Washington night came back to
him, and he was not all that sure.

Gloria saw the range of expression cross his face, and chuckled.

"Sam, dear," she said, "you are in tip top shape, and one hundred per cent
female.  Between my discovery and your body's secret desires, you have
really found your place in the world.  You will come to realize that in
time, but let's get practical for a minute.

"Since you didn't pay enough attention to Gwen, take this book with you, and
read it.  It will tell you all about how female bodies work, and what you
need to do to keep from getting pregnant unnecessarily."

She picked a thin book from her bookshelf and handed over to Sam.  He looked
at the cover, seeing the title, "The Girl's Guide to Womanhood," by Gwen
Chambeaux, RN, MD.

Gloria saw the puzzled look on Sam's face, and continued, "Oh.  The book was
written to help girls get through puberty and understand what happens to
them.  Even so, it contains so much clearly written material, that it is a
standard textbook at almost every medical school in the country.

"Your situation is very similar to a girl going through puberty, so the book
will do you a world of good."

"Gwen's a doctor?" Sam asked, stumbling over the words.

"Oh, dear, yes!" Gloria answered.  "She went through medical school with me.
She prefers working as a nurse, though.  It gives her more time to write."

Sam was now thoroughly confused, and followed Gloria back into her big
office.

"That's all I needed from you right now, Sam," Gloria said, after she sat
down.  "Now, let me cancel the rest of my day, and we'll go out for a
surprise."



42 Chapter -    A Thousand Words


They went into the city in Gloria's big Cadillac, pulling up at a large
mall.  It wasn't as large as the one they had used before, but big enough
just the same.  They went inside, and turned in to a photographer's studio.

"I am Gloria Martin, and this is Samantha Gordon," she said to the
receptionist.  "I think we are expected."

"Doctor Martin!  Of course!" the receptionist said gaily, recognizing
Gloria.  "You saved Terri when she had that problem pregnancy a couple of
years ago.  You probably don't remember me, but I sure do you!.  Go right
in, Terri's expecting you."

They went into the back room.

"Doctor Martin!" the bubbling woman greeted Gloria warmly.  "I have looked
forward to returning a little of what you did for me a while back."

She turned to Sam, and smiled, "Any you must be Samantha.  Any friend of Dr.
Martin is welcome here!"

"Cut the Doctor stuff," Gloria said, smiling.  "That's for my students and
patients.  I'm Gloria to my friends."

"OK. Gloria it is!," the woman agreed.  "Now, my book says I'm to do
Samantha here.  I'll do you for free at the same time, Gloria."

Gloria laughed.  "Not me!  I don't think it would go over too well with the
bunch of old fogies on the university board."

"Oh, well.  The offer stands any time," the woman said.  "Well, let's get
started with Samantha then.  Come on, Sam."

Sam followed the woman into a room filled with racks and racks of clothing.
He noticed immediately that most of the clothing was fit for bed, and not
for the street.

"By the way, I'm Terri," the woman said, "and I'm the photographer here."

"Hi, Terri," Sam said, "but I don't really think I need any pictures."

"Oh, phooey," Terri said, wrinkling her nose.  "Every woman needs a few good
pictures.  Your friends are giving you a full set, so why not take advantage
of it?"

Sam couldn't assail that kind of logic.  Anyway, with the group having
arranged this, he figured he had better go along with it.  Besides that, it
was hard not to go along with the bubbling enthusiasm Terri was showing.  He
decided he liked her.

Terri went to the racks, and asked, "What size are you, Sam?"

Sam had absolutely no idea.  No one had ever told him anything about sizes.
Women's clothing sizes had always confused him at any rate.

"I don't know," he confessed.

"Oh, that's OK," Terri laughed.  "Let's see if I can find something here."

The baby doll nightgown she brought back and held up to him was one of the
briefest, sheerest, laciest, and most sexy things he had ever seen.  His
mind pictured Terri wearing it, and felt his crotch get damp.

Terri could not see his wetness, but his face bared the whole story.  She
laughed, and handed it to him.

"Not me, silly," she said, still laughing.  "Take your clothes off, and slip
this on."

"Wait a minute," Sam protested.  "What kind of photography studio is this
anyhow."

"Why, I do boudoir photography, of course," Terri answered, giggling.

"Come on, you'll like it.  It is kind of fun," Terri persisted.

"Well, OK," Sam conceded, catching a glimpse of Gloria just outside the
room.

"When you have changed, just go through the door over there," Terri said,
pointing.  "I'll be waiting for you."

Sam stripped, and put the little nightie on.  He felt ridiculous.  What skin
was not bare, and there a lot of that, could be plainly seen through the
fabric of the baby doll.  Even where it doubled over the panty, the skin was
clearly visible.  And, it was cut to reveal a lot more.  It fastened with a
single snap just below his breasts, and swept up in a curve to his
shoulders, leaving a good two thirds of his breasts showing.  The skirt part
also swept off in a curve, leaving the panties plain to see.  He sighed and
went into the other room.

Gloria was in the room now, and Carol had arrived.  He blushed as he noticed
them looking at him.

Terri came over, and led him to a stool.

"I think we need to do something about your make-up and hair," she said, and
quickly began working on his face and hair.

Sam could not see what she was doing, but she was obviously experienced at
this kind of thing.  She only took a few minutes, but Sam figured she had
done something to every inch of skin above his shoulders.  His hair felt
different now too.

"I think that does it," Terri said, gaily.

She led Sam over to a big, canopied bed, and had him lie on it.

"All right, Sam," she directed, "on your belly, and lift yourself up a
little on your forearms.  Then, look at me and smile."

Sam tried it, very awkwardly.

Terri laughed, and rearranged the position of his arms and upper body into
the position she wanted.  She got her camera, and began taking pictures of
him lying there.  She seemed to move all around the bed seeking different
angles.

"Very good, Sam," Terri bubbled.  "Are you sure you haven't done this
before?"

Sam laughed at the ridiculous question, and Terri took more pictures.

"OK, roll on your side," Terri directed.  Then laughing, "Maybe I had better
help out."

Terri arranged him into some different positions, taking pictures every time
she moved an arm or leg.

Sam though it was pretty easy, and with Terri laughing, the feeling of joy
was contagious.  He rather enjoyed the attention.

"Now, I want you to get up, and SLOWLY, take off the baby doll," Terry said,
her voice still bubbling over.

She took a lot of pictures as Sam took the garment off.  Then, she arranged
him on a fur rug, and took a lot more pictures of him in various positions.

"Terri," Carol questioned.

"Huh?" Terri responded.

"Sam had some books, and we thought maybe he might like to try looking like
some of these." She handed the girly magazine to Terri.

Terri laughed.  "Sure, those are easier than what we have been doing.

Sam's heart sank as he recognized the magazine, but his trepidation soon
evaporated under Terri's bubbling personality and gentle arrangements.  Even
the shots she took of his opened legs were sort of fun.

"Sam," Terri said at last, laughing.  "I have taken six rolls of film.  I
thinks that is enough for one session."

Sam felt a little disappointed.  He had been less than eager to begin, but
he got into this posing easily under Terri's tutelage.  He did feel a little
tired though.

"Go ahead and get dressed," Terri bubbled.  "We'll meet you out front."

Sam got dressed, and went out into the front of the studio.  Terri was
standing with Carol and Gloria, still trying to get Gloria to pose for her.

Terri came over and gave Sam a big hug.  She laughed, "Sam, you were one of
the easiest models I have had in a long time.  I know you are going to love
the pictures."

Sam did not know what to say.  He liked Terri, and did not want to hurt her,
but the mention of the pictures brought reality back.  He mumbled some
thanks.



43 Chapter -    You Gotta Go Shopping!


"Well, it is getting late, and I'm getting hungry," Carol broke in.

Sam, Carol and Gloria went off to find something to eat.  They were all in
good spirits, including, unaccountably, Sam.

After lunch, another salad bar affair, the girls went looking in the stores
at the mall.  Even Sam had to admire some of the pretty dresses, something
he had been reluctant to do before this.  Terri's spirit was still keeping
him buoyed up, he thought.

They were in one of the larger, high priced department stores when Gloria
stopped and called them over to one of the dress racks.  She picked up a
dress, and showed it to the others.

"It's heavenly," Carol swooned.

"Er, it's pretty," Sam said, trying to keep in the spirit of the trip.

It was a pretty dress.  The silk fabric had a rich feel, as different shades
of red were stitched in various geometric patterns on the bright red base
cloth.  Even the puff sleeves were done this way.  The neck line had a thin
white lace border to accent it, and it had a belt of the same fabric as the
dress.

"Try it on, Sam," Gloria said, smiling.

Sam did not want to try on another dress, but the expectant looks of the
others left him little choice.  He found the dressing room, and tried the
dress on.  It felt so silky and smooth, and just radiated sex.  He stepped
out of the cubicle for the others to see.

He took their breath away.  With the cosmetics from Terri's studio still on,
the dress looked like it was made just for him.

At last, they stopped looking, and had him change back into his street
clothes.  They bought the dress as they left the store.

Carol and Gloria hustled Sam across the mall to a store he knew was the
biggest branch of the biggest shoe store in town.  They found a sales lady,
and asked about shoes and a bag to match the dress they had just bought.
They showed the dress to the sales girl.

"I don't think we have that kind of pattern," the girl said, "but I do think
I have something for you to see."

The girl returned from the back carrying several boxes.  She seated them in
the fitting area, and opened a box.

The pump shoe in it matched the color of the dress exactly, but it was
covered in a velvet material instead of a pattern.  The three inch spike
heel was leather, but even it was colored to match the shoe.

The girl tried the shoe on Sam's foot, and it fit nicely.  He could even
walk in it, at least as well as he could in other heels by now.

The girl also produced a matching purse.  It was kind of small, and had a
short gold link chain to hold onto, but it looked very nice with the shoes.
As a finale, the girl produced a rhinestone covered bow, which she clipped
to the toe of the shoe.  The ensemble took on an elegance from the simple
addition.

Gloria paid the girl, and they all left the mall.

"Oh," Gloria said, "Susan called before we left the office.  I need to get
Sam over to Darlene's to pick up her dress."

"That's a great idea," Carol agreed readily.  "Maybe Darlene can do a dress
like the one we just got for me."

There were a few people in Darlene's when they got there.  It did not stop
Darlene from coming over and hugging the three in way of greeting.

"Sam's dress is ready," she said, "and would you mind taking Susan's with
you as well?"

"No problem at all, Dar," Gloria answered, smiling at her old sorority
sister.

"I guess that does it then," Darlene said, handing the garment bags to Sam.

"Well, not quite," Carol interjected.  "We found the most darling dress for
Sam earlier.  I was wondering if you could make one like it for me."

"I don't see why not," Darlene said.  "Let me have a look."

Carol opened the dress box, and held the dress up for Darlene to examine.

Darlene began to laugh, and Carol looked puzzled.

"I didn't know those were on the racks already," Darlene explained.  "That
one is part of my new collection.  I have everything right here, and can
make you a copy by tomorrow afternoon if you need it that quickly."

Now Carol and Gloria were laughing.  They knew Darlene, and should have
figured the dress was one of hers.

Carol glanced at her watch, and said quickly, "My golly, it is getting late.
I have to get home.  My date is picking me up in a couple of hours, and I
have to get ready."

The others laughed, even Sam, but went off in their own directions.



44 Chapter -    Preparations


Gloria delivered Sam to Susan's apartment, and explained about the dress.
Susan was delighted when she saw it, and insisted that Sam model it for her.
Then, Gloria departed to get ready for her date that night.

Sam changed back into his street clothes, and watched television with Susan
for a half hour or so.

"Well, Sam, dear," Susan said, as soon as Oprah went off.  "It is about time
to start getting ready for our night out."

"Go in and take a nice bubble bath," she continued.  "I will be in to help
you in a bit."

Sam, now figuring they were going out for the night, went in to get cleaned
up.  He caught a glance at his face in the dresser mirror, and really liked
what Terri's cosmetics had done for him.  He almost wished he did not have
to wash them off.

Fresh underwear was laying on the bed when Sam finished drying and got back
into the room.  It was styled the same, but seemed thinner, and had lace
trim around all the openings on the panties.  The garter belt was lacier as
well.  The was no bra.  He slipped the clothes on, and Susan returned to the
room.

Susan seated him at the dressing table, and began working on his face with
lots of powders, lotions and creams.  It took her longer than it had taken
Terri that morning, but she finally got done, and Sam saw himself in the
mirror.

Where he had been attractive before, Susan's artistry had made his face
beautiful.  It was smooth, and the colors on his face blended together to
give it a healthy, natural glow.  The eyes were lined in black, and the pale
rose shadow seemed to draw attention to them.  Even his lips were shiny and
smooth.  He liked the look immediately.

Susan gave him a petticoat to put on, and then handed him the red dress.  He
put them on, and looked at himself in the mirror.  The effect was stunning.

"Wait here just one minute," Susan directed, and quickly went into her room.

She returned a minute later with some jewelry boxes.  She took out Sam's
studs, and slipped some heavier earrings into his ears, then put a necklace
around his neck.  Finally, she put a bracelet on his wrist.  Sam saw from
the bracelet that he was wearing the rubies they had bought earlier in the
week.

When he looked in the mirror this time, the transformation was unbelievable.
The dress and the jewelry each seemed to add to the other's beauty, and
reflected on him as well.  He decided he looked good enough to eat.

They went out to the living room to wait.  Susan cautioned him to be
careful, so as not to mess up the makeup or wrinkle the dress.

A short time later, the doorbell rang.  Susan answered it, and two men
walked into the living room.

One of the guys was tall, with long hair, and looked muscular.  Tom was the
other one.

Sam stood up, and Tom whistled at him.  A big grin formed on Tom's face.

"You are beautiful, Sam," Tom whispered.

For some reason, Sam liked that.

"Oh!  I almost forgot," Tom said, producing a box from behind his back.

He reached into the box, and produced a white orchid corsage.  He moved his
hands towards Sam haltingly, as if to decide what to do with the flower.

Susan laughed, and took the flower form Tom.  She pinned it on Sam's bodice
and laughed, "Tom, you never could figure out how to put a corsage on a
lady!"

"Oh!" Susan exclaimed.  "Samantha this is Jeff Rivers.  He's one of the
baseball players from the local team.  Jeff, this is Sam."

Jeff held Sam's hand a little longer than normal during the introduction.

"Anybody hungry?" Tom asked, grasping Sam by the bare arm.

They all laughed.  Jeff took Susan's arm, and they all went down to their
cars.



45 Chapter -    Dating Games


Tom's arm was draped across Sam's shoulders during the drive to the
restaurant.  His touch brought back the feeling of Mark's touch, but even
more intensely.

The restaurant was the best French restaurant in town.  The waiters were in
tuxedos, and very solicitous towards the customers.  It even had a somalier,
complete with a big key around his neck.  The maitre d'hotel greeted Tom,
Jeff and Susan as long lost friends, by first name.  They were escorted
directly to their table.

The meal was typical French cuisine.  Several courses of small medallions of
meat, fancy cut vegetables, many flavorful sauces and spices, and continuous
wine were served.

After coffee, Susan suggested that she and Sam needed to go "powder their
noses." Sam followed her to the ladies room.

Seated on the sofa, Susan deftly repaired Sam's make-up, then began
teaching.

"We have to give the men some time for some boy talk," she said.

"In the meantime, you look lovely, and you are handling yourself like a
perfect lady.  Keep it up."

"Thank you, Susan.  Somehow, it just seems right tonight," Sam conceded with
a shy smile.

They chatted lightly for a little bit, then went back to join Tom and Jeff.

"I thought you two must have gotten lost," Jeff quipped.

Everyone laughed.

Sam noticed the butts from two cigars in the ashtray, and a couple of empty
brandy snifters on the table.  He felt a little left out at not being able
to join in on the men's talk as well.

"Well, ladies," Tom began, "I think it must be time to go dancing."

All his feelings of being left out evaporated as Tom took him by the arm,
and they went out to the car again.

Sam unconsciously snuggled closer to Tom, whose arm again rested across his
bare shoulders, during the drive to the club.

Baron's is not exactly a formal night club, but it is not a common bar with
a dance floor either.  It is the kind of place where men wear suits, not
tuxedos, and women wear pretty party dresses.  Sam, Tom, Susan and Jeff fit
into the niche exactly this evening.

The live band was playing some soft music as they entered and were escorted
to a table.  Carol was already there, with Greg at her side, and Gwen was
there too, but Sam did not know her date.

"Sam, I think you know Greg," Carol smiled.  Greg winked at Sam.

"Sam, this is Doctor Masterson," Gwen introduced her date.  "He is chief of
surgery at the city hospital.  Ed, meet Samantha Gordon."

Introductions complete, Tom hustled Sam to the dance floor.

Sam felt like he was floating as he melted into Tom's strong body.  The
pressure of his breasts into Tom's chest seemed natural, and even pleasant.
Tom's arms circling his body felt strong, and gave an impression of
security.  Even his stockinged legs brushing against Tom's suit seemed
somehow right.  Sam was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

It seemed too soon when Tom took Sam back to the table.

Jane, Gloria and Lois had arrived now, each on the arm of an attractive man.
They were all introduced around, though Sam could not remember the names.

Tom got up and danced with Susan, and Jeff asked Sam for the dance.  With
some grace, Sam accepted.

It was a little different dancing with Jeff.  His body was harder than
Tom's, though Tom's body was by no means flabby, and he gripped a little
tighter.  On the other hand, the feeling of protectiveness he radiated was
even stronger than that from Tom, and his grace on the dance floor was
equal, if not better, than Tom's.  Sam relaxed and enjoyed dancing with
Jeff.

Tom was making his normal rounds, dancing with all the girls in the group.
The girls' escorts invariably asked Sam to dance, and he enjoyed dancing
with all of them, except Greg.

Darlene showed up after Sam finished dancing with Greg.  Her date was a
football player, who looked like he had run into a freight train.  Sam
vaguely recalled hearing something about one of the local players being hurt
on Monday night, but sports were not a big thing in Susan's apartment, so he
did not have all the details.  This guy was the one who had been injured.
Surprisingly, the football player was very gentle and graceful when he
danced with Sam.

Tom had finally made his rounds, dancing with Darlene last, and came back to
dance with Sam again.  Unable to stop himself, Sam compared Tom to the
others, and decided he liked being in Tom's arms best of all.  He also
decided he wouldn't mind being in some of the others' if Tom were not
available.  He was just having a good time.

By midnight, the party began breaking up.  Carol and Greg had been first to
wander away, then Jane and her date, whose name Sam still couldn't recall.

Sam was in Tom's arms on the dance floor again, when he bent down and
whispered in his ear, "Let's get away from here to some place more quiet."

Sam simple smiled, and tried to move even closer to Tom.

They left the club moments later, Tom's arm protectively clutched around
Sam's shoulders.

Sam nudged even closer to Tom during the drive through the country side.
They stopped at a place on the side of the road, where a beautiful view of
the rolling hills basked in the moonlight was visible.  Sam barely saw it,
choosing, instead, to begin kissing Tom.

Tom was not adverse to Sam's advances, and returned the kisses with passion,
drawing Sam even closer.

At last they came up for air, and Tom began driving once more, with Sam
almost welded to him in the seat.

The club Tom chose was just about perfect for Sam's mood.  It was very dark,
and set up with booths instead of just tables.  There was a small dance
floor across the room, and a live band, but most of the place was very dark.
The waitresses were also discrete, not bothering the customers unless called
by flashing the lamp supplied in each of the booths.

They were escorted to a booth in the back.  The waitress brought them
drinks, then they were left to themselves.

Tom began the kissing this time, and Sam responded eagerly.  Sam had wet
panties from the time they had left the restaurant, and they were getting no
drier now.  They snuggled, kissing, for a long time.

Without conscious effort, one of Sam's hands disengaged from Tom's neck, and
pulled one of his hands away from his own.  Sam's hand guided Tom's to a
breast, then left it there and rejoined Tom's neck again.

When Tom began to squeeze Sam's breast, Sam felt the burst of warmth and
colors he's felt with Mark a few days earlier.  The waves of pleasure
consumed him, and he pulled himself even tighter against Tom.

After Tom saw the orgasm pass, he pulled himself away, and whispered to Sam,
"Take it easy sweetheart.  Let's get out of here."

Sam was agreeable, and they left the club.  On the drive back, Sam noticed
that Tom had an erection.  He placed his hand on it, and began to caress
Tom's manhood through his pants.

With effort, Tom whispered, "No, Sam.  Wait."

Sam had to settle for simply being near Tom until they arrived at Tom's
house.



46 Chapter -    Tom


Tom carried Sam directly from the car to the bedroom.  He laid Sam on his
bed, and began to undress him.  Tom kissed each inch of Sam's body as he
exposed it.  Sam was mindless in ecstasy.

Sam's body wanted Tom desperately to be inside it, but Tom kept playing with
the outside.  Tom was fully erect now, though Sam did not really see that,
being immersed in his own pleasure.

Sam felt only the waves of pleasure as Tom entered him and expended himself.
He gripped Tom closely when he felt Tom begin to soften, trying desperately
to rekindle the erection inside him.  Finally, Tom rolled off, and Sam lay
back in the glow of pleasure.  It was even better than the night in
Washington.

Sam woke the next morning, knowing something was strange.  His head was not
lying on a soft pillow, but on something both hard and soft at the same
time.  There was a warm, soft thing next to him as well.  He rolled towards
the source of warmth, and opened his eyes.

It all came back to him now, as he recognized Tom facing him and studying
his face.

Sam smiled at Tom, shyly, and then planted a big kiss on Tom's lips.

That was all Tom needed.  He responded in kind, and began exploring every
curve of Sam's body.  His member grew erect.

Sam was now wet as well, and knew he wanted Tom inside him again.  He looked
over and saw Tom's erection.

"My god," Sam thought to himself, "did I get all that inside me last night?"

Sam reached out and gripped Tom's erection, pulling gently towards his
crotch.

Tom took Sam's hand and placed it behind his neck.  He was busy exploring
every inch of Sam's body with his tongue.  Sam loved the feeling, but wanted
that penis right now.

At last, Tom reached Sam's crotch.  The touch of his tongue on his genitals
sent Sam into a long, deep orgasm.

Sam was still in the throes of the orgasm when Tom moved, and thrust his
erection into the welcoming orifice.  Sam went into an even deeper orgasm as
Tom began pumping, Sam's body joining the rhythm in an attempt to keep as
much of Tom as deep as he could.

Sam had yet another deep orgasm at the same time he felt Tom's penis spasm,
and the warm liquid penetrating to the depths of his body.  He gripped Tom
so hard, that Tom could not roll off, even though his erection had
completely died.

They lay intertwined for a long time, Sam basking in the glow of his recent
orgasms and the pleasure of having Tom still inside him.

Tom finally managed to untangle himself.  He bent over Sam, and kissed him
deeply.

"You are fantastic," Tom whispered between kisses.

"You are not so bad yourself," Sam laughed.

Tom now laughed, and got up off the bed to go to the bathroom.

Sam just lay back, still glowing inside.

Tom came back to the bed, and playfully swatted Sam on the hip.

"Come on, kiddo," he said laughing, "it's time for breakfast and to get you
back to Susan's place."

Susan!  How could he explain this to Susan.  Obviously, she would know what
happened.  Would she be angry?

The thoughts coursed around his brain in a heartbeat, and he felt himself on
the verge of panic.

Tom saw his face, and kissed away the concern.

Sam's face softened.  He knew instinctively that nothing bad could happen
while he had Tom's protection.

Tom took Sam by the hand, and dragged him from bed.  He kissed Sam again,
then began getting dressed.

Sam took the hint.  He really wanted to stay for more, but he knew he had to
go back.  He slowly got dressed.

They drove back to Susan's apartment slowly, Tom seeming to want to keep the
moment going as long as possible too.  Sam was snuggled under his arm all
the way.

They went up to Susan's apartment arm in arm.  At the door, Tom took Sam
into his arms again, and kissed him thoroughly.  It was, again, Tom who had
to break the embrace.  He pushed the door bell.

Susan opened the door, and the glow on her face left no doubt in Sam's mind
that she had been occupied with other things than worrying about Sam.  Her
big smile also left no doubt that she was anything but angry.

"Don't forget," Tom said as Sam walked into the apartment, "we have a date
tonight."

Sam felt the rise of anticipation as the door closed.



47 Chapter -    Saturday Morning


"Sam!" Susan greeted him warmly.  "I am glad you are home.  We have a lot to
do today."

Sam smiled in returning her greeting.

"But first, I think we need to have a little girl chat."

"Oh, oh," thought Sam.  "Here comes the other shoe."

They went into the kitchen, and Susan poured coffee for them.

"First off," Susan began, "I can see by your face that you and Tom had a
little more than a platonic evening."

Susan had a wide smile on her face as she was speaking.

"Um, er," Sam fumbled, "it just happened Susan.  I don't know what came over
me."

"Oh, that's all right, Sam," Susan giggled.  "Don't forget, I have been a
woman much longer than you, and I do know how it feels."

The last statement shocked Sam.  He just now realized that he had been
thinking of himself as a woman most of the night with Tom, and had worn it
well.  Now his situation came back to him with a jolt.

"One thing interests me," Susan continued.  "Did you like making love as a
woman?"

Sam flushed.  He did not even know how to begin, but his face betrayed him
as he thought back over the pleasurable experiences so recently ended.

Susan giggled, "You don't need to say anything.  It is all there in your
face to see."

"Tell me," she kept probing, "was Tom any better than Mark?"

Sam was again at a loss for words.  He had enjoyed being with both of them.
They had both made him feel things he'd never dreamed of before, but they
were both different too.

"I liked being with Mark," he began shyly, "and he made me feel great.  I am
glad we had sex, even if I don't know how it happened.

"I like being with Tom, too.  He's different.  I just keep wanting him every
time I see him, and sex with him was out of this world.

"Susan!  What is happening to me?"

"Don't worry, Sam," Susan counselled, "what you are going through is
natural.  Mark satisfied your curiosity about making love, but I think you
really care for Tom, which makes it even better."

"I never thought I would think of a man as a sex object," Sam whimpered.

Susan laughed hard.

"Sam, dear," she said, "YOU are the sex object.  Tom is just the lover who
gets the benefit of it."

"Anyway, I think Tom really likes you," she continued.  "I haven't seen him
so taken since he pinned Jane back in college."

Sam was stunned.  He had never considered Tom and Jane before as a couple.

"Oh," he said hastily, "I am sorry.  I didn't know Tom had a thing going
with Jane."

Susan laughed again.

"Well," she began, "it isn't quite a big thing now.

"You know that our little group were all sorority sisters at Wellesley.  Tom
was going to Boston College at the same time.

"I forget how we all met, but we did, and Tom kept coming over to the
sorority house to ask one or another of us out for dates.  I really think he
had trouble deciding which of us he liked best.  Anyway, he was always a
perfect gentleman, and never let on that he might favor one or the other of
us.

"It went on like that for almost two and a half years, and then he started
dating Jane a little more often than the rest of us.  Not that we suffered -
he still dated all of us quite frequently.  Anyway, about Christmas break of
our senior year, he and Jane went off somewhere for the holidays, and she
came back wearing his fraternity pin.

"I think that they were seriously thinking of getting married and starting a
family after graduation, but Tom's dad passed away a month or so later, and
he left BC to go home and take over the family business.  He already had
more than enough credits to graduate from BC, so it didn't hurt his college
any, but it did throw a blanket over him and Jane.

"It wasn't until years later that we all moved down here and got together
again.  I guess too much time had passed, and we all remain friends, and
sometimes lovers, but the bigger thing with Jane sort of got left behind.

"I don't know how Tom feels, exactly, but I do know that Jane still has his
fraternity pin in a frame beside her bed.  I guess she is still hoping, but
knows better now.  Maybe she gets enough of Tom's attention to keep her
going.  They still do date quite often, you know."

"Which brings us to you," Susan said pointedly.

"Tom likes you very much.  In fact, I think he may be falling in love with
you, even though he did not like you very much as a man."

"I just wonder if you know what that means, and what your feelings are about
him."

Susan paused and waited for a reply.

"I'm so confused," Sam began in a low voice.  "I like Tom, and he makes me
feel good, even when he just looks at me.  My panties always seem to be wet
around him.  I don't know how it feels to be a girl in love, but I think I
must be feeling a little of it, and it scares me."

"Hmmm," mused Susan.  "I wonder how deeply you really do feel for Tom.  You
probably don't even know yourself yet.

"Let me ask you a question.  Don't answer now, whatever you say will be
wrong right now.  Just think about it for a while, and we will talk about it
later.

"Do you love Tom enough to want to give him a baby?  Enough to give up any
chance of going back to being the old Sam?"

Sam started to say something, mentally framing a denial and refusal.

"No!" Susan cried.  "Just think about it.  I don't even want to hear what
you were going to say now."

"OK, Sam," she said to change the subject.  "Go get a bath and put on some
clean clothes.  We have lots to do today."

Sam went into the bathroom, thinking about what Susan had said to him.

When Sam finished cleaning up and was putting on fresh panties, he heard the
telephone ring.  Susan answered it, and Sam could hear some of what she was
saying.

"Oh, hi lover," she said.

"No, I don't have any problems with that."

"Maybe you should ask her first."

"Oh, I'm sure she would love to."

"OK. Hold on a minute."

"Sam!" she shouted.  "It is for you."

Sam walked out of the bedroom.  He suddenly remembered he only had a pair of
panties on.  It was probably his breasts flopping around with every step
that reminded him.  The breasts did not seem so strange now, but they
definitely did remind him they were there.  He stepped back into the bedroom
and wrapped a towel around his breasts before going into the kitchen and the
phone.

"Hello," he said, tentatively.  This was the first time he'd had a telephone
call since he started this adventure.

"Hello yourself," Tom's laughing voice came through the instrument.  "I just
wanted to remind you that we have a date tonight."

"Oh, how COULD I forget, silly!" he responded, not knowing what came over
him to reply in this manner.

"Well, I was hoping you might be looking forward to it as much as I am," Tom
said.

"I doubt you could possibly be waiting more anxiously than I am," Sam heard
his now feminine voice say.

"Well, I am glad of that," Tom said, laughing.  "What I really wanted to
know is if you might be interested in going to the beach tomorrow."

"The beach?" Sam said.

"Yep.  It's a bunch of sand with a whole bunch of semi-naked people all over
it," Tom laughed.

"Oh, I knew that!" Sam replied, now laughing too.  "And I would love to go."

"Oh," Sam said, suddenly remembering his situation.  "I had better check
with Susan first."

Tom laughed, "I already did, lover, and she said it would be OK with her.
In fact, I asked her to go along as chaperon, but she said she might have
other plans."

Chaperon?  Sam was not used to needing a chaperon.

"Well, I would certainly love to go," Sam said.

"Great!" Tom exclaimed.  "Have you bag ready when I pick you up for the
dance.  We'll get an early start."

"OK," Sam agreed readily.

"Love you," Tom said, as he hung up.

Sam murmured into the now dead handset, "Me too."

He was in heaven for a moment, still holding the telephone, when the
implications dawned on him.  He had agreed to a date, and a whole day with
Tom, including the night between the two.  Obviously, Tom expected some sex.
Curiously, Sam looked forward to that as well.

"I see by the smile on your face that Tom's invitation was not exactly
unacceptable," Susan giggled.

Sam just sighed.



48 Chapter -    Preparations


"Well, we better pack you a bag now.  We won't have time this afternoon,"
Susan continued.

Sam went into the bedroom, confused again.  Just what did girls take on
overnight dates?

Susan came into the room with a small, red suitcase.  She opened it on the
bed, and went to the dresser.

"Susan," Sam admitted, "I need help.  I have no idea what to take.  I think
I am in over my head."

Susan laughed, "This is a miracle!  Sam Gordon asking a mere woman for help!
Will wonders never cease?"

Sam flushed brightly.

"Well, you'll need some clean panties.  And a bra.  Hmmm, a bathing suit
might be nice, too," Susan laughed.

"Oh, and Tom likes to eat in nice restaurants, so I guess we will have to
pack a nice dress.  Of course, some cosmetics, towels, sun tan lotion, and
so forth," she said.

It was beginning to sound like a major operation to Sam.  He'd made
overnight trips before, carrying an extra pair of shorts in his briefcase.
Now, Susan was making the thing sound like he would be gone for a month!

Susan quickly chose the items she had mentioned, and began folding the
underwear neatly in the suitcase.  She stopped and held up Sam's bikini.

"Oh, dear," she said, "this will never do.  It is fine for around the pool,
but the governor made that stupid law last year, and this could get you
arrested."

She looked at Sam, and continued, "Of course, getting arrested might prove
to be an interesting experience for you."

Then she laughed, "But it would certainly embarrass Tom, and I don't want
that.  I guess I could loan you one of my bikinis."

Susan hurried to her room, and returned a few minutes later with a whole
pile of clothes in her arms.

She packed the more conservative, white bikini into the suitcase, then eyed
Sam critically.

"I think this dress will do for you," she said, holding up a short, flowered
sundress.  "You can probably get away without hose, but I'll pack these
pantyhose for you anyhow.  Now shoes..."

Susan reached under the bed and picked Sam's white pumps to be packed, then
she rifled through the cosmetics she had been amassing on the dressing
table, dropping quite a few items into the case.

"OK, I think that should do it," she said, closing the suitcase.

"Susan," Sam said, "why a dress?  We're going to the beach.  Wouldn't shorts
be more appropriate?"

"Sam, dear," Susan explained, "you still have a lot to learn.

"Yes, shorts are appropriate for the beach area, but a lot of nicer
restaurants and stores don't allow women in shorts.  A dress is always
appropriate, and the one I picked is short enough to be cool, but stylish
enough to go almost anywhere."

"Oh," Sam murmured.

"Which brings me to something else," Susan began talking again.

"You won't be coming home after the dance, so PLEASE fold your formal and
petticoat NEATLY in the suitcase when you take them off.  I would hate to
have all Darlene's work ruined.

"Also, we have appointments to get our hair done this afternoon.  I'll have
Aileen show you how to brush your hair into a more casual style for
tomorrow.  Try not to get it wet, though.  That might ruin everything.

"And, if you can't resist going in the water, make sure you put the wet
bathing suit in a bag before putting it in the suitcase.  You don't want it
soaking everything else."

"Now, you will be on the beach, and in the sun.  Make sure you put on some
suntan lotion.  You are a woman now, and you don't even have the little hair
a man does to protect you from the sun's rays.  I'm sure Tom will be glad to
help you get the hard to reach places," she giggled.

"OH! I almost forgot," she said, as she reopened the suitcase and put a
couple of books inside before closing it again.

"You might want something to read on the beach," she smiled.

"This is a major operation," Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, don't be silly.  It's only overnight," Susan responded.

"Now, get dressed.  We have to be over to the beauty salon very soon," she
said, turning and leaving the room.

Sam sighed, and went to the closet.  He picked one of the less revealing
dresses, but even it had a mini-skirt and would not hide a bra.  He slipped
the revealing dress on, and went to the dresser to play with his hair and
lips.

Susan was smiling again when she came back into the bedroom.

"Sam," she said, "you are learning a few things.  You look lovely.  Now, we
have to go.  Grab your purse and come on."

Sam felt a little pride in her compliments.  He grabbed his purse and
followed her to the car.

As usual, Aileen greeted them at the door to the salon.  She always seemed
to be in a happy mood.

"What will it be today, ladies?" she inquired.

"You know the dance at the country club is tonight," Susan rejoined,
laughing.  "We need the works!"

Aileen laughed too.

"Oh, and show Sam how to get into a more casual style.  She has a date
tomorrow too."

"Aha!" Aileen exclaimed.  "I'll make Sam the belle of the ball, after you,
of course, Susan.  And I will be happy to show her how to change to a more
casual style.  All part of our service!"

Sam was seated for a repeat of last Saturday's trip to the salon.  The
smells were just as bad, but he must be getting used to them now.

As before, Aileen did his hair herself.  Only this time, she pinned an
elegant style in place, and showed him which bobby pins to take out, and how
to brush his hair into a more every day style.  Then, she put his hair up
for real.  A manicure completed the process, Sam having a few small chips in
his nail polish.

He started to get up from the chair, when Aileen stopped him.

"Not quite yet, Sam," she enjoined.  "Becky insists on doing her magic to
your face for the ball."

He settled back into the chair, knowing Becky loved to make her treatments
on him as painful as possible.  He sighed in resignation and waited for her.

Sam was wrong.  When Becky came over to work on him, she was bubbling with
joy, and worked rapidly and gently.  She was singing to herself the whole
time.

"Becky," Sam asked, wondering at the change in her since the last time they
had met, "you seem much happier today.  What happened?"

"Oh," Becky confided, "I got a new boyfriend.  My sister just got engaged,
and you seem to have been a good girl.  I think I have forgiven you for what
you did to my sister."

"Thank you," Sam acknowledged, relieved.  Then he remembered to add, "And
congratulations to both you and your sister."

Sam did not know why he needed to add the last part, but it felt right.  He
still had a hard time recalling Becky's sister from before, but wished her
the best of luck.

It was about three hours later when Susan and Sam returned to the apartment,
freshly coiffed and made up.

"Now, Sam," Susan warned, "don't put your hands to your face.  And don't eat
anything.  You want to be your loveliest for Tom tonight!"

Sam agreed, but he was hungry anyway.  He settled for coffee with Susan
before it was time to begin getting ready for the evening.



49 Chapter -    More Surprises


He was still struggling to get into his formal when the door bell rang.  He
went into panic.  He was not nearly ready, and Tom was here already.  Then,
he heard female voices in the living room.

Susan came into the bedroom, and helped him zip into his dress and find his
shoes.  Then, she brought him into the living room.  He was startled to see
Terri sitting on the sofa with a guy he had never met.

"Oh, Sam," Terri bubbled, "you look lovely!"

Sam thanked her, and his eyes took in the strange man.

"Oh, where are my manners," Terri continued.  "Samantha, meet my husband,
Jeff.  We just dropped by to deliver your photos on our way to dinner."

Sam shook hands with Jeff.  It was beginning to seem natural to him not to
shake vigorously, as a man, but to more lay his hand in the other's hand in
a more lady like fashion..

"Well," Jeff laughed, "if you look this good in that dress, I will bet the
photos are fantastic!"

"OK, Jeff," Terri laughed, "calm down.  We are here just to drop the package
off.  These ladies have places to go tonight."

"Oh, well," Jeff said, with an exaggerated sigh.

Terri stood, and handed the thick envelope to Susan, then grabbed Jeff by
the arm to lead him out.

"You can put your eyes back in your head now, Jeff," she laughed.  "We are
going."

Jeff, Terri and Susan were laughing as the couple left the apartment.  Sam
was not sure what to make of the situation.

Susan put the package on the coffee table, and led Sam back to the bedroom.
They needed to finish getting him dressed before Tom did arrive.

Susan had just finished showing him how to put on the long, formal gloves
when the door bell rang again.  Since he was now dressed, he followed her
into the living room.  This time it was Tom.  Tom was dressed in white tie,
complimenting their evening dress.

Tom greeted both Susan and Sam with a kiss.  His kiss to Sam was a little
longer than Susan's, but neither was lacking.  He complimented both on their
looks, and sat on the sofa.  Sam joined him there.

"Can I get you a drink, or some coffee," Sam said, eager to please him for
some reason.

"No thanks," Tom replied, laughing, "I will just drink in your beauty."

Sam blushed.

Tom saw the package on the coffee table, and picked it up.  Sam's heart
sank.

Susan walked in again, now completely ready, and saw the package in Tom's
hands.

"Tom," she began, "those are some pictures we had done of Sam.  Would you
like to see them?"

"Sure," Tom agreed readily.

"I haven't even seen them myself," Susan said.  "They got here just before
you did."

Tom's eyes bulged visibly as he pulled the first picture from the envelope.
Susan murmured her appreciation, and Sam blushed redder and redder.

The first picture was one of the tamer ones of Sam on the bed in the
nightie.  The second was another of those.  The third one, however, was one
of the shots on the rug, with Sam posing like a Playboy bunny.

"I like this one," Tom said, laughing.

Susan laughed too.  "I thought you would like that kind of picture.  You are
just a typical male."

"Hey," Tom protested, "there isn't anything typical about me!"

"Well, I guess you do have a few good points," Susan admitted.

Tom gave her a big hug, "Just a few?"

He tickled her ribs, and Susan began laughing.

Sam, now beet red, simply sat in the corner, until Tom grabbed him for a big
hug and tickle too.  Then, he began laughing and joining in the fun.

"Sam," Tom said, "these photos are fantastic.  I wish I had thought of this
idea."

"You ARE a typical male," Sam said in mock hurt.  "You just want this poor
woman's body."

"Well," Tom admitted, trying to sound serious, "there are some good things
to be said about women's bodies."

Tom and Susan could not hold back, and broke into laughter.  Sam joined in a
moment later, still blushing.

Tom pulled more pictures from the envelope.  He seemed to enjoy every one of
them.

"Tom," Susan said, "would you excuse us for a moment.  I think we need to
powder our noses."

"Certainly," Tom agreed, "but don't be gone too long.  I might do something
obscene to these photographs."

Susan and Tom were laughing as she led Sam into the bedroom.

"That was not planned," she explained to Sam after she closed the bedroom
door.

"But Tom likes the pictures, and I think they are fantastic too.  Would you
like to give them to Tom?"

Sam blushed again.  He did not know what to say.  He was embarrassed by the
poses, but really did appreciate that Tom liked them.

"Oh, come on, Sam," Susan cajoled.  "He has certainly seen all those
pictures show and more after last night.  Besides, there really isn't much
you can see on a woman's body to be embarrassed about."

"Well," Sam hesitated, "I am having a hard time not being embarrassed.  On
the other hand, Tom does seem to like those poses."

"It would be a nice gift, after all the joy he has given you," Susan
persisted.

"Oh, all right," Sam agreed, finally coming over to her arguments.  "He does
like them, I think."

"Oh, he does that all right!" Susan laughed.

They both returned to the living room, where Tom was still looking at the
pictures.

"Tom," Susan said, "excuse me for a moment.  I think Samantha wants a word
with you in private."

Susan went into her bedroom, and Tom looked at Sam, questioning.

"Er, Tom," Sam stumbled.  "Do you really like the pictures?"

"Of course I do," Tom said.  "They remind me of you, and the pleasure we
have enjoyed together."

"Um, well," Sam still stumbled, "why don't you keep them, then.  As a
present from me."

"Thank you, Sam," Tom said graciously.  "I will treasure the pictures, and
the gesture, forever."

Tom wrapped his arms around Sam and kissed him passionately.

"Ahem," Susan cleared her throat as she entered the room.

Tom rose, and hugged and kissed Susan.

"And thank you, Susan," he said.  "I know you put Sam up to this."

"Oh, I did not," Susan protested.  "It was Sam's decision."

"But I'll keep it in mind if it gets me a big hug and kiss like that next
time," she added quickly.

All three laughed.

"Oh!" Susan said.  "Tom, why don't you take Sam's suitcase down to your car
while we wait for my date.  Then we'll be all ready to go when he gets
here."

"Sounds good to me," Tom replied.

"It is just inside the bedroom door," Susan directed.

"Yes, ma'am," Tom said, miming a bell hop.

They were all laughing as Tom took the case down to the car.



50 Chapter -    A Night At the Club


When Tom returned, he had the baseball player that Susan had dated the
previous evening in tow.  He also had a corsage box in his hands.

"Um," he said, "I found this jock downstairs looking lost.  Did anyone here
lose a baseball player?"

Susan laughed delightedly as she turned to kiss the newcomer.

"I was so anxious to get up here, I forgot your corsage earlier," Tom
admitted, as he ineptly pinned the flower on Sam's dress.

"Thank, you Tom," Sam said.  "It is lovely."

Susan laughed, "You still haven't learned how to pin flowers on a dress!"

She fixed the corsage on Sam's bodice to match her own.  The flowers
complimented both women very well.

"Well," Tom said brightly, "I don't know about the ladies, but I do know
that we growing boys get hungry.  And I'm still a growing boy!"

They all laughed, as the women joined arms with their dates to go out for
dinner.

As they walked to the cars, Sam felt the strangeness of the formal's length
brushing his stockings.  It felt odd, and even with the long slit in front,
made walking a little more difficult.  Tom did not seem to mind that he
leaned a little harder on his arm from time to time though.

Dinner was Chinese tonight.  It was not the run-of-the mill, tourist place,
but rather a real, high class Chinese place run by real Chinese.  Each of
the eleven courses served was so completely different in taste, that each
was a brand new treat.  The only problem was that Sam had a little trouble
learning to manipulate the chopsticks in his formal gloves.  Susan did not
seem to have that problem.

Like the night before, Susan and Sam went off to the ladies room after the
meal.  Susan repaired Sam's lipstick, and they talked a while, allowing the
men to have their boy talk and cognac.  Sam still felt left out by this.

"Sam," Susan counselled, "you have to remember this is a formal ball.  There
will be a receiving line, and you have to remember to be on your best
behavior tonight."

"I'll try, Susan," Sam said, "but I never went to a real formal dance
before."

"Well, you don't want to embarrass Tom do you?" Susan asked.

"Oh, no.  I'll try really hard to do things right," Sam said with
conviction.

"OK," Susan said, accepting his pledge, "I'll try to get Jeff and I ahead of
you in line.  You just do what I do, and you should be all right."

"Thanks, Susan," Sam said, very much relieved.

They went out to join the men for coffee and transportation to the country
club.

Tom's arm draped across Sam's bare shoulders during the drive, and Sam
pressed his body closer.  He enjoyed the feeling of being touched by this
man, and even his damp panties could not diminish the pleasure his touch
brought.

They arrived before Susan, and drove to the front door of the country club.
Tom got out of the car, handing the keys to a valet, and come over to Sam's
side of the car.  Another valet had opened the door and assisted Sam out of
the seat, so they stood arm in arm while Susan and Jeff disembarked.

Susan whispered in Tom's ear, and she and Jeff went into the club first.
Tom and Sam were directly behind them.

The men in the receiving line were all in white tie, and the women in
formals.  There were fifteen couples to greet, all considerably older than
Sam.  He got through the ordeal by simply smiling a lot, and following
Susan's example.

Susan whispered in his ear, "You did fine.  The rest is easy."

The band was already playing, so the two couples went to the dance floor.

It was a strange environment, and Sam pressed even more closely to Tom than
usual during the dance.  Tom did not seem to mind.

The long skirt of his dress kept bothering him, but the proximity to Tom
made up for it.  He just drifted in Tom's arms, letting him do all the work
of leading.

As they danced, Sam felt a strange hardness through the thin fabric of his
dress.  Tom was getting an erection here on the dance floor!

"Don't hold me so tightly," Tom whispered in Sam's ear.  "You seem to be
having an effect on me.  I think we'll need to dance another song now, at
least."

Sam could hardly object.  After all, he was enjoying being wrapped in Tom's
arms, and knew he did not want to subject Tom to the embarrassment of
walking through the crowd with an erection showing.  He just smiled, and
made an effort not to press so tightly to Tom's body.

Three songs later, they joined Susan and Jeff at a table.  A passing waiter
delivered champagne as Tom seated him.

Now Sam had another problem.  The long slit in the front of his skirt wanted
to fall down off his legs.  He tried to be casual, and arrange the skirt to
cover the legs better.  He could only hope he did it casually enough to get
away with it.

Before long, the other women of the group came in with their own dates.  All
of them were present, and each looked lovely in their formals.

Carol was with a guy named Ed tonight.  Sam guessed that Greg didn't fit
into this crowd too well.

Gloria, Lois and Gwen all introduced their dates as doctors.  The three
couples seemed quite at ease with each other, and Sam guessed they had dated
many times before.

Sharon's date was Harold, the man Sam used to think owned the neighborhood
bar where this whole thing started.  In his tuxedo, Harold did not look out

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