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  A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is
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4___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________


"For a moment," she explained, "I thought you were someone I knew.  A low
down rat named Sam Gordon."

"Oh, you know Sam Gordon?" Susan asked.

"Well, we were never introduced," Becky explained, "but the rat dated my
sister, and left her heartbroken after taking her virginity from her."

"Wow," Susan said.  "That sounds like a bummer.  I wonder what I'd do if I
ran across a guy, if I were in your shoes."

"I'd cut off his manhood," Becky said, without hesitation.

Sam cringed at this dialogue.

"Becky, I have a story I think you'll be interested in hearing," Susan
spoke.

Susan began telling Becky about Sam, and how they had gotten him tricked
into coming home with her, transformed him, and had him sitting over there
on the couch.

Sam was beet red by this time.

Becky looked at Sam again, and began to laugh.

"This is even better than I had ever hoped," she said.  "Let me do him up
special for you."

"Great, Becky," Susan said, "but don't get so dramatic that we'll get
arrested."

Becky laughed again.  "With that dress, it wouldn't take much."

Becky came all the way over to Sam now.  She looked him over, then noted his
toenails were not polished.

"That dress will probably go better with open slings," she said to the
group.

"Yes," Darlene said, "those would really dress it up."

Jane just stood up, leaving the store.

Becky painted Sam's toenails, then began fussing around his face.  She used
creams, and lotions, and lots of colors.  When she finally stepped back, the
transformation was dramatic.

Awed "wow" was repeated throughout the room.

Darlene brought a mirror over to Sam.

He couldn't believe the lovely woman's face that was staring back at him.
It had been hard enough to see his face in the mirror before, but this was
entirely different.

Jane came back in with a shopping bag.

"Well, let's finish it off," Darlene suggested, reaching for the package she
had opened earlier.

She drew a pair of very sheer stockings from the bag, and began rolling them
down.  She stepped over to Sam, sliding his foot into them, then rolling
them up his legs, and attaching them securely to the garters.

Jane brought over a shoe box from the package she had just brought in.
Inside were some high heeled shoes whose tops were crisscrossed, thin
straps.  The whole toe was open.  She slipped these on Sam's feet.

"Stand up, Samantha," Jane ordered.

As Sam stood, Jane went over to the bag, and brought out some jewelry boxes.
She went behind Sam, and replaced the necklace, actually a pendant on a
chain, with a heavy, stone encrusted one.  A matching bracelet replaced the
one on his wrist, and a complimentary wristwatch went on his other wrist.

"The only trouble is," Jane said, "she only had her ears done this morning.
The matching earrings are going to be wasted."

"No they are not," chimed in Becky.  "I can make the change without harm.
We did learn that in cosmetology school."

Becky then unfastened the studs in Sam's ears, and took the proffered
jeweled earrings from Jane.  She deftly fitted the larger earrings through
the hole in the ear, and clasped them closed.

"Call me tomorrow," Becky volunteered, " and I'll come over and put the
daytime studs back in."

"We're going over to The Game Cock shortly," Susan said.  "Why don't you get
changed, and join us.  Then, you can come home afterwards and do the job.
That way we won't have to bother you on your day off."

"That's a great idea," Becky said, with her face aglow.  "I'd really like to
see the party at the club anyway."

With that, the whole group went out into the main store.

"Would you mind if I got a few pictures for my scrapbook?" Darlene asked.

"I'm sure Sam would be happy to oblige," Susan said.  "WOULDN'T YOU,
SAMANTHA."

There was no question that the last part was not a request for information,
so Sam meekly responded, "Sure."

There was a small stage at one side of the store, which Darlene used when
she had fashion shows.  She directed Sam to go over and stand on the stage.

Once Sam was in position, Darlene went into another room, bringing back a
camera.  Then, she flicked a switch on the wall, and the stage was brightly
lighted.  She took a position in the middle of the room.

"Look over at Susan, Sam," she said.

"No.  Don't turn your body, just your head," she instructed.

As Sam complied, he heard the motor whine, and a number of clicks.

"OK," Darlene said.  "You can go back to the others now."

As Sam walked across the stage, and down the steps, he heard the motor and
clicks going.  Darlene was taking more pictures.

"Thanks, girls," Darlene said.  "I think I got some very good shots."

"Our pleasure, Darlene," Susan replied.  "Why don't you join us at the club
later.

"Fantastic," Darlene said.  "I'll change and be over after I close up the
store."

The group, plus Becky, left Darlene's and headed to their various cars.

"I'll see you guys later," Becky promised, as she drove off.

As Sam was walking down the sidewalk, he became aware of how different this
dress felt against his body.  First, he wasn't wearing a bra now, and his
breasts were jiggling with every step he took.  It was a bit disconcerting,
but he had found that he had to walk more upright in heels, to balance the
weight of the breasts in front of him, earlier, so it wasn't totally out of
place making adjustments for the overhang on his chest.  He also noticed
that every step he took made one or the other of his legs feel cooler, as
they exited the slit in the front of the dress.  He'd felt the fabric of the
mini-skirt bouncing in and out against his legs earlier, but the feeling was
different now, with the silk of the dress rubbing against the bare part of
his legs above the stockings.  He was also quite aware that each step he
took exposed a large flash of leg, the stocking top, and at least one of the
garters.

As Sam got into the back seat of Jane's car, Susan leaned over and adjusted
the skirt of his dress so that it covered his legs.  She just smiled at him.

"You'll make a big hit tonight," she began, "if you forget to cross your
legs, or let the skirt fall away from your legs."

"I don't like this dress," Sam grumbled.

"Sure you do," Susan answered.  "I bet you fantasized about your dates
wearing just this style a few weeks ago.  Now, your dreams can come true."

Both Jane and Susan laughed.  Sam sat sullenly in the back seat.

While they were driving to the night club, Susan took the few things out of
Sam's purse and deposited them into the little clutch Darlene made to match
the dress.  She handed the purse to Sam when she got done.
13 Chapter -    The Game Cock


The arrived in the parking lot of the night club to find that the lot was
pretty full already, and it was not yet nine o'clock.  Jane pulled the car
into a space beside Lois' big caddie.

"I see some of the others got here ahead of us," she observed.

They got out of the car, and walked across the parking lot to the door.  Sam
was showing a lot of leg to the men who were also about to enter the club.

They climbed the few steps to the main door, and the tuxedoed doorman opened
the door for them.

"Ladies," he said.

They entered the lobby, and one of the managers stepped over to them.

"Hi, Susan," he said.  "Hi, Jane.  Who's your friend?"

"This is Samantha," Susan explained.  "She's new."

"Sam, this is George.  He runs this humble joint," she said to complete the
introduction.

"Hello, Sam," George said, taking Sam's hands in his.  "I hope you enjoy it
here."

As George dropped Sam's hands, the three women turned to enter the main
room.

Susan led them through the doorway, down the long aisle between tables, and
down the few steps to the main floor.  There were only a few tables down
here, as well as a dance floor, but the area was much brighter than the
tables toward the rear.  Susan stopped and looked around.

Sam was sure Susan had led them down here to show him off to the other
customers.  He'd already noticed a number of single men staring at him as
they had walked through the tables.  He was absolutely sure he was the
object of those stares.

Susan spotted Lois and some of the others, and led Jane and Sam down a side
aisle, and up a couple of steps to a bunch of tables.  Most of the others
were already seated at a group of tables pushed together.  The newcomers
joined them.

A waitress named Chris came over to them to take drink orders.  Sam had
tried to date her a month or so ago, but he'd struck out with her - one of
his few losses.  She didn't seem to pay any particular attention to him as
she collected orders.  Lois had ordered ginger ale for him.

The women began comparing the assets of the men seated at nearby tables.
Lots of talk of "hunks" and "geeks" was passed around.  Sam was decidedly
uncomfortable with the conversation.  He knew he couldn't leave, so he just
suffered in silence.

In a few minutes, Sam noticed a cool breeze on his thighs.  He panicked.
He'd forgotten to cross his legs, and was now sitting exposed to whoever
could see.  He was giving some lucky guys a real show, he though, as he
turned a deep red.

"What's wrong, Sam," Lois inquired.  "Don't you like showing off?"

Sam turned even deeper red, as he quickly crossed his legs and covered them
with the fabric of the skirt.

All the women were giggling at his discomfort, making his embarrassment even
deeper.

Soon enough, they began talking and giggling about the men again.

Before long, the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and the band began to
play.  The lights were still bright compared to where the group was seated,
but dimmer than when they had come into the club.  Some of the single men
began circulating through the tables as well, looking for partners.

A handsome man came over to the table where the group was seated.  He
greeted Susan, Jane, Lois, Gwen and Sharon by name, hugging them and kissing
them lightly as he was doing so.  He was also introduced to the other
members of the group, including Sam.  The women seemed genuinely pleased to
see this guy.

Sam knew the man.  His name was Tom Bender, and they had often run across
each other in one club or another.  Tom didn't travel in Sam's circle of
friends, but he always seemed to be in the company of lovely women.  The few
times they had met in quieter bars, Tom had never spoken of those he'd taken
home.  He would simply agree the women were lovely when someone broached the
subject to him.

Tom sat down next to Lois, at her suggestion.  That put him between Lois and
himself.

"Tom," Lois said, "I would like to introduce you to Samantha.  Sam, this is
Tom."

It all seemed so innocent and polite, yet Sam was feeling terribly
uncomfortable.  Maybe it was Tom's staring at the exposed parts of his
breasts that was doing it.

"Well, hello Samantha," Tom said.

"I see you are keeping good company," he continued, complimenting the entire
group at once.

Demure giggles rose around the table.

Tom began making small talk, mostly with Lois, but trying to get Sam to join
in.  Sam answered mostly only when directly asked a question.

Seeing Sam's discomfort, Lois suggested, "Tom, why don't you ask Sam to
dance."

Sam almost went into cardiac arrest.  He did not want to go out in front of
all these people dressed as he was, and he was not sure if he could do
anything at all about dancing in high heels.  It also occurred to him that
he would not be able to lead, so he didn't know how to dance as a woman.

"Well, Sam," Tom took up the suggestion eagerly, "would you care to dance?"

Sam began to refuse politely, but one glance at Lois' face told him he'd
better not.  "I would love to," he said instead.

Tom got up, pulling the chair back so that Sam could get up easily as well.
He offered his arm to Sam, and once Sam put his hand on the arm, led him to
the dance floor.

Tom turned to Sam, placing his arms around Sam's waist.  Sam, not really
sure what to do, placed his arms behind Tom's head.  Actually, it was pretty
much the only place they could go from the position he found himself.

Tom drew Sam closer to him.  Sam felt his breasts touching Tom's shirt
through the thin fabric of his dress.  His abdomen was also pressed to
Tom's, also felt through the dress.

Tom began swaying, and moving to the music.  Sam didn't even have a chance
to try and lead.  He tried to avoid getting his feet stepped on as Tom
moved.  He did have an advantage there, since he could feels Tom's legs
moving clearly against the sheer stocking he was wearing.  Sam was troubled
by not being able to see where he was going, but there did not seem to be
much hope in getting to do that.  The only chances he got were when Tom
turned him in an occasional circle.

At long last, from Sam's prospective, the song ended.  Tom took Sam's hand,
and led him back to the tables.

"Thank you for a lovely dance," he complimented Sam.

Sam replied, "Thank you," unable to figure out what he was supposed to be
saying.

Tom turned to Lois, saying, "Your turn, my lovely."

Tom and Lois went off to the dance floor.

A few moments later, Sam felt some rough hands on his bare shoulders.  He
turned toward the intrusion and saw Greg Wallace standing there.

Greg looked over the table, and said, "Hello, lovely ladies.  And who do we
have here.  I don't believe I have met you before."

The latter part was directed to Sam.  Greg did travel in the same circles
that Sam had frequented, and his reputation as a cocksman was nearly as
great as Sam's.  Sam blushed slightly at the attention.  He wanted to tell
Greg to screw off, and he had no intention of being with him.

"Greg, meet Samantha," Susan said, from her seat on the other side of Sam's.
"Sam, meet Greg."

The atmosphere around the table was more restrained than when Tom had come
over, but still accepting.  No one invited Greg to sit down, however.

"Samantha," Greg continued, "that is a lovely name.  Shall we dance?"

Sam wanted no part of Greg.  He was about to tell Greg to go jump in a lake,
when he looked over at Susan.

"Go head, Sam," she said.  "We'll all be here when you get back."

Resigned, Sam allowed Greg to lead him onto the dance floor.

As they were dancing, Greg began talking to Sam, feeding him some of the
same lines Sam had used when trying to bed women he'd just met.  Sam
answered questions, but simply mumbled unintelligently at other times.

Sam and Greg danced through the song, then Greg kept going through another
one, all the while feeding him those lines.  At long last, Greg took Sam by
the hand back to the tables.  Sam hoped he had admitted defeat, but deep
down, he knew he'd see Greg later.

Tom was working his way around the table, dancing with each of the women.

"Let's go powder our noses," Susan suggested to Sam.

He was willing to get away from this place, and followed Susan to the ladies
room.

More women were in the ladies room than they had encountered earlier that
day, so Susan busied herself adjusting her dress, and Sam's, until most of
the others had gone.  They sat on the sofa.

"Sam, dear," Susan began, "you are here to meet these men socially, to dance
with them, and enjoy the evening.  You won't be going home with any of them.
You're having your period, so you couldn't do much that way anyhow."

"Loosen up," she counselled.  "Enjoy the evening.  Dance with everyone who
asks."

"Everyone?" Sam inquired.

"Yes," Susan continued.  "You have to be polite and ladylike.  Just dance
with them, you'll enjoy it."

"I don't like dancing with Greg," Sam complained.

"Oh, dear, why not?" Susan countered.  "He is just doing what you used to do
all the time."

Sam was stumped to counter that accusation.

Susan led Sam over to the mirror, and they both looked at their faces for a
moment.  Susan took out a lipstick and went over her lips, then led Sam back
to the table.

As they got to the table, Tom grabbed Susan's hand.  They went off together
to the dance floor.

Chuck Martin slid into Susan's chair, and began talking to Sam.  Chuck's
eyes were on Sam's breasts.

After getting and introduction, Chuck asked Sam to dance.  Sam was not
interested, but remembering Susan's warning, let himself be led to the dance
floor.  Chuck was on the make as well, and Sam listened to his lines as they
danced.

After the dance, Chuck brought Sam back to the table, and seeing Susan in
the chair, excused himself.

About this time, a lovely lady came up to the table.  She greeted the women
by name, including Sam.  Sam thought she looked familiar, but could not
place her.  When Jane addressed her as Mary, it dawned on Sam that this was
the Lieutenant from the state office.  She sure looked different out of her
uniform and in a party dress.

Mary chatted with the girls for a few minutes, then excused herself to go
find her boyfriend.  Her parting words to Sam were, "I hope you are enjoying
the evening, Samantha."

Sam wasn't, but he wasn't given much choice about being here either.

Tom asked Sam to dance again, and when they returned to the tables, Aileen,
from the beauty shop, and Becky, the cosmetologist, had joined the little
group.  Aileen was greatly taken by how Sam looked.  Becky was
complimentary, but she'd seen Sam dressed this way just a little while ago.

Tom danced with Aileen first, but Greg had come back to dance with Sam.
Resigned, Sam let himself be led out to the dance floor again.  Greg was
still spouting lines on the dance floor.

Returning to the table, Darlene and another woman came over.  Darlene
introduced Cindy, her partner at the dress shop.

"Lovely dress, Samantha," Cindy said.  "Darlene still does excellent work.
It looks stunning on you."

Sam thanked her quietly.  He knew he'd better respond to the compliment or
one of the others would tell her about his situation, and there were far too
many in on that secret already.

She blew that away, "Darlene told me about your, er, special situation.  I
know you will enjoy it."

Sam sat open mouthed at that revelation, especially here in this public
place.  Luckily, Greg came by just at that moment, and took Cindy off to the
dance floor.

Tom took Sam's hand, and led him off to dance again.  Sam actually was
enjoying dancing with Tom.  At least he wasn't giving off all those boring
lines to get him into bed.

The song ended, and Tom let go of Sam's waist.

"Let's do another, please," Sam said.

Sam decided he'd rather be dancing with Tom than taking pot luck from the
guys coming to the table.

"Certainly," Tom responded, "and thank you."

They danced some more.

Tom led Sam back to the table as the song ended.

They had just arrived when the lights on the stage brightened, and
spotlights began to light up the dance floor.
14 Chapter -    Beauty and the Beasts


George, the manager who had greeted Sam at the door, took to the stage, and
began speaking into the microphone.

"I guess you folks know that The Game Cock is proud to award the loveliest
lady in attendance an all expense paid night on the town every Saturday
night."

The audience laughed.  The night on the town was mostly here at the club.

"We have been circulating through the audience tonight, as usual, noticing
our lovelier clientele, and taking suggestions from our other customers."

More laughter.

"Tonight, we are proud to announce the following finalists.  Ladies, as your
name is called out, please step down to the dance floor and form a line in
front of the stage..."

"Alice Benton"

Applause from the audience at the first name, including lots of noise from
some tables across the ballroom.

"Marjorie Sanders"

More applause.

"Sharon Wilson"

More applause, and even more from the table they were sitting at.  Sam
hadn't been aware that Sharon's last name was Wilson.  Critically, he agreed
with the selection.

"Susan Abernathy"

Another one from their table.  Sam knew Susan would be picked.  He'd fallen
head over heels for her at the bar, before the events of the past few days.

"And finally, Samantha Gordon."

Sam was shocked.  They had called his name.

Tom took Sam by the hand, and helped him stand up.  Sam didn't have much
choice now but to walk down and stand with the other selectees.

The applause seemed deafening to him, as he walked to the lighted dance
floor.  He was sure he was beat red.  He had not counted on anything like
this at all.

"Now ladies, if you would please walk to the center of the floor, one at a
time, and turn once, then form the line on the other side of the floor," the
announcer continued.

Each of the girls complied, to much applause, and occasionally whistles.

Sam brought the house down when he did his turn.  Already embarrassed, he
became even more so now.  He was sure the whistles were more for the amount
of skin he was showing than from any special beauty.

"Now, ladies, you can hear your appreciative audience," George continued.

"This time, as I call your name, come to the center of the floor and wait
while the audience votes on tonight's winner by clapping loudest for the one
they like best."

One by one, the announce called the names.  The woman would walk to center
stage, and the audience erupted into loud claps, and whistles.  There was no
choice, as Sam was called last.

He walked to the middle of the floor, his legs flashing with every step.  He
felt his hips sway, and his breasts jiggle as well.  Every sensation he'd
felt before was now magnified ten-fold.  He stopped, and faced the audience,
to the eruption of noise that would put a NFL stadium to shame.  As the
tumult died down, he turned to join the others.

Susan and Sharon grasped his hands for moral support, as they all stood in a
line before the audience.

"This week's fourth runner up, who wins a night on the house here at The
Game Cock is Alice Benton."

The audience broke into enthusiastic applause as Alice walked out to center
stage.

"The third runner up, who also wins a night on the house, and free drinks
for the rest of tonight, is Marjorie Sanders."

More enthusiastic applause as she walked to join Alice.

"We have an interesting situation here," George said over the PA. "Our
second and first runners up came in so close together, that we couldn't
separate them on the machine."

"In regard to fairness, we declare both the be first runner up, and award
them the same prizes as before, plus a dinner for two each at Le Coq Au Vin.
Sharon Wilson and Susan Abernathy, step forward for your audience."

"And the winner is Samantha Gordon," he concluded, unnecessarily.

Sharon, Susan and Sam walked together to the center of the floor.  The
others hugged Sam, then Susan and Sharon followed suit.

George stepped down from the stage, and produced a jeweled tiara.  He placed
it on Sam's hairdo, much to the pleasure of the audience.

"Thank you very much, ladies," he said.

They all returned to their respective tables as the lights dimmed, and the
band returned to the stage.

Sam was in shock.  He was totally numb.  How in the heck could he possibly
win a beauty contest?

As they got back to the table, all the group began hugging all the winners.
Aileen, Mary, Brenda, and all the other women came over to join the
celebration as well.

Tom came over to Susan, and lifted his head.  He planted a big kiss on Sam's
lips, congratulating him on winning.  Then, he took Sam by the hand back to
the dance floor.  The audience roared it's appreciation as they saw their
queen on the floor again.

Tom, sensing that Sam was in shock, held him tightly, and swayed with the
music, hardly moving at all.  He was mostly keeping Sam from collapsing.
Only when he felt Sam begin to respond did he begin really dancing.  Without
asking, he kept Sam through a second song before returning to the table.

When they got back, Sam was surprised to see the group had thinned out.
Gwen, Susan, Jane and Lois were there, as well as Sharon, but the others had
gone off somewhere.

Susan turned to Tom, saying, "Tom, it is getting late, and Samantha and I
have to be going."

Tom looked disappointed, but kissed and hugged Susan anyway.

"Don't look so glum," she continued.  "I know Sam appreciates you.  Why
don't you come by the apartment tomorrow afternoon.  We'll burn some hot
dogs down by the pool, or something."

Tom brightened.  "I'd love to," he said.

Tom took Sam in his arms, hugging and kissing him in farewell too.

With that, the remaining members of the group began to leave the club.

As they got to the lobby, they were met by George.

"Going already, ladies?" he inquired.

"It has been a busy day for us," Susan responded for the group.

"Well, congratulations on winning tonight," he said.

George reached up, and pulled the tiara from Sam's hair.

"We only have one of these," he joked.

George handed an envelope to Susan, Sharon and Sam, kissing each as he
presented it.  "Enjoy it," he concluded.

Then, the women left the club.

Sam collapsed into the back seat of Jane's car as they headed back to
Susan's apartment.  He was still in shock from the contest, but he was
exhausted from the full day of activities as well.  The others must have
been pretty much in the same shape, since the conversation was minimal
during the drive.
15 Chapter -    Home Again


When they got to the apartment, they each carried several of the shopping
bags from earlier in the day with them.  They took these directly into Sam's
room, placing them on the bed.  All three went back into the living room.

As they entered the living room, Jane and Susan collapsed on two of the
overstuffed chairs, pushing their high heels off.  Sam collapsed on the
sofa.

Sam didn't even think to cross his legs, he was so tired.  He also was not
experienced enough as a woman to think of kicking his shoes off.

A few minutes later, they were brought back to reality when the doorbell
rang.

Becky and Aileen came in, sitting next to Sam on the sofa.

"Why don't you take those shoes off," Becky suggested, knowing Sam's feet
were probably very sore by now.

As Sam complied, a wave of relief swept over his body.  He had not realize
how painful his feet had become from wearing heels all day.

"Ok, now just sit back and be still," Becky said.

She reached up to his ears, removing the earrings, and replacing them with
the studs she had kept from earlier that evening.

"Now, be careful with those ears for a few days," she counselled.  "Keep
them clean, and turn the posts once in a while."

She and Aileen left a few minutes later, with the heartfelt thanks of the
others for all they had done for them.

Jane went into Susan's room, changed clothes, and came out, saying she had
better go home.  She was carrying her shoes with her, so she couldn't be
going far.

"Well, Sam," Susan began, "that was some day."

"I think it's about time to hit the hay."

Susan took Sam back into the bedroom.  Susan rooted through the bags on the
bed, until she found the one she wanted.  She extracted a box from the bag,
then began putting the bags on the floor by the dresser.

"We'll get to those tomorrow," she explained.

Sam had found the bed, and had collapsed onto it, the slit on the skirt
widely spread.

"I know you are tired, dear," Susan continued, "but there are a few things
that must be done first."

"Take off your dress, and hang it on this hanger," she said, handing Sam an
hanger with slots in it.

Sam got his arm around his back, and managed to get the zipper down.  The
bodice of the dress collapsed forwards.  He had to help it slide over his
hips.  He stepped out of it, and picked it up.

He picked up the hanger, and tried to figure how he was going to get the
strapless dress to stay on it.

Susan laughed, "There should be a couple of loops on the sides somewhere
inside."

Sam found the loops, and slipped them into the slots on the hanger.  The
dress did not look right somehow, so he zipped it up.

Susan took the dress, and hung it up in the closet.  Then, she came over to
Sam, and unhooked one of the garters holding up the stockings.

"Now, you do the rest of them," she instructed.

With some difficulty, Sam managed to get the garters disengaged from the
stockings.  The stockings immediately began to fall down his legs.

"Take the garter belt off," Susan said.  "There are hooks and eyes in the
back."

Sam reached behind himself, and found the closure of the belt.  He noticed
it had slipped down on his hips during he night, but it was easier to undo
when he slipped it back up to his waist.  He finally managed to get it
undone, and ended up with the garment in one hand.

Susan took it from him, placing it in the top drawer of the dresser.

"Now roll your stockings down," she continued, "take them off your feet, and
remove your panties."

The stockings, already slipping down his legs, came off relatively easily.
The panties slipped right off.

"Bring them into the bathroom," Susan continued.

As they got in the bathroom, Susan ran some warm water into the basin, and
poured a little Woolite into it.

"Now, we have to wash out our delicate undies," she said.  "They will last
longer this way."

She showed Sam how to wash out the stockings and panties, then hung them
over an empty towel rack.

Susan began running water into the bath tub.  She put some powder into the
tub, and lots of bubbles began to form as the tub filled.

"Sit on the toilet, Sam," she said.  "Gwen said you changed tampons earlier,
so you know how to remove it.  Just pull the string, and let the tampon drop
into the bowel."

Sam pulled, and the tampon, with its attendant blood dropped into the toilet
bowl.

"If you need to do anything else while you are there, go ahead," she said.

Sam did.  He remembered to use the tissue when he was done.

By this time, the tub had filled.

"Now get into the tub," Susan said.  "Let the water and bubbles soothe you,
then wash yourself.  Don't forget to wash out your vagina."

When Sam was lying in the tub, Susan left to go to her own room.

Sam felt the heat of the water relaxing some of the soreness he'd
accumulated during the day.  The bubble bath made the water silky, which
made his skin feel good too.  He just lay back and enjoyed it for a few
minutes.  Then, he grabbed the soap, and began washing his body.

Sam was surprised at some of the sensations he got as he was washing.  His
breasts got a tingling sensation as he soaped them, and the nipples stood
straight up.  That was the most prominent sensation, but rubbing the soap in
most places on his skin brought a pleasant reaction.  At last, he soaped up
a finger, and began washing himself inside.  He almost felt as if his head
would explode as he washed his clitoris.  This area was even more sensitive
than the breasts.  He brought his finger out, and noticed the thin, pink
liquid coating it.  It brought him down from the clouds.  He'd hoped this
period would be over.

Susan came back into the bathroom as Sam finished washing.  She had changed
out of her dress, and was now wearing a short robe like thing of silk.

"Ok, Sam," she began, "out of the tub."

She went into the bedroom as he got out of the tub.  As he began drying
himself with a towel, she returned, carrying a few things.

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