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Hi.

  I had complained last time that this story had no end. Well I was
wrong. Someone was so kind to send me the missing last chapters so I
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2___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________


Don't lose the string on the end, though." She pointed to the string she was
holding out from Sam's crotch.

She had Sam pull up the panties and pantyhose, then led him back to the
couch, where the other women were waiting.  She seated him on the couch.

As she seated him, she turned to the others, saying, "It looks like Samantha
has begun her period.  I think she will be OK after a few minutes on the
couch.  I inserted a tampon, so she should be taken care of for a while."

"This is unusual," Gloria mused.  "Even when I have used the accelerator
before the first period has not normally come for at least a full day.  Then
again, Sam has been a good subject.  In any case, she has now reached the
next stage of her change."

"The first period indicates that almost all of the physical changes have now
taken place.  She should be fairly stable from now on, though her breasts
may grow a little," Gloria concluded.

"I think we should take her over to my office so I can do an internal," Lois
said.

"I don't think that is necessary right now," Gloria replied.  "Let's see if
she changes.  If she gets worse, we'll go over to your office at once.
Otherwise, it should not impact our day.  We'll have her taken to your
office on Monday at any rate."

Gwen observed, "It just looked like normal menstrual discharge.  I think we
can probably go along with Gloria's advice."

Lois was forced to agree, purely from a medical standpoint.

As they talked, Sam rested, inhaling deeply.  His queasiness subsided, but
he still felt strange.  The tampon inside him also felt like it was growing
bigger and bigger, though that was probably normal since it was soaking up
fluids now.

In a few minutes, the four women went back to the table.

The other women looked expectantly at the returnees.  They all looked
relieved when Gwen explained that it seemed that Sam was beginning his
period.

"While you were gone, I ordered for you," Susan spoke, changing the subject.
"I'm sure you will like it."

Just about that time, the waitress returned with a big serving tray.  It was
loaded with a number of small salads.  She placed one before each of the
women, then refilled each of the water glasses.

Gloria spoke to the waitress, "I think we should all have a small white wine
as well."

The waitress nodded, and went off to fill the new order.

"Do you think Sam should be having wine now?" Jane asked.

"Just a small glass," Gloria replied.  "I ordered it to celebrate Samantha's
new status.  She will never have a first period again."

The talk lightened up at the announcement of the celebration.  They were all
chattering lightly, except for Sam.

Sam was not excited about any of this business at all.  He was even less
excited about having a period, much less about celebrating one.  He was,
however, hungry.

Sam pulled his salad closer, and found the rack of dressings in the center
of the table.  He started to grab for it when Jane slapped his hands.

"No, Sam," she explained.  "We have to watch our figures.  Take some of this
lemon juice instead of those heavy dressings."

Sam accepted the juice with less grace than it was offered.  He guessed it
was better than nothing, as he poured it over the salad.

The others began nibbling at their salads too.

Sam noticed a bowl of crackers on the table.  He reached for a package, but
Jane slapped his hand again.  She looked reprovingly at him, and he sighed
acceptance.

The waitress returned, placing a small glass of wine in front of each of the
diners.

Gloria stood and toasted, "To Samantha and her new life." A round of "Here,
here" echoed around the table.

While he did not feel celebratory, he did want the wine, so he quietly
raised his glass in return to Gloria.  He took a big gulp.

Jane leaned over and whispered, "Where are your manners, Sam?  Good wine is
for sipping."

Again rebuked, Sam sat back in his seat.  The salad was gone, and he was
waiting for the real meal to come.

As all the women finished their meals, the waitress returned with the check.

Susan put a couple of bills on the tray, and Sam realized that the small
salad had been the entire lunch.  Sam was still hungry.

The women stood and left the restaurant.  They walked down the mall a bit,
and entered a store marked "Parklane Hosiery."

Sam had seen the store before.  It had models of some exotic women's
underwear in the display windows.  Of course, he had never had any reason to
be in such a store before.

The inside lived up to the promise of the displays.  There were racks and
shelves of filmy, and lacy underwear, in all manner of styles.  He
recognized bras and panties, and stockings, but some of the items were
unfamiliar to him.

The others were browsing through the store.  Every so often, one of the
women would carry an item over to where Sam was standing, and hold the item
in front of him.  Often, these treks got responses of, "That's cute," from
the others.  Sam felt more like a dressmaker's dummy than a participant.

Eventually, Susan collected several bags of items from the salesgirl.  She
paid with a credit card.  Sam was not sure what was in the packages, though
he had a suspicion that it was filmy, and sexy, and he would find out soon
enough.

Jane said, "I have to see someone now.  Why don't you all take Sam over to
Frederick's, and I'll join you in a few minutes." She then left the group,
heading further down the mall.

The others took Sam to another nearby store.  This one bore the legend,
"Frederick's of Hollywood."

Even a macho guy like Sam knew that Frederick's was the kind of place where
the girls who posed in stag magazines got their underwear.  He was sure he
wanted nothing to do with this store, and the displays in the window did
nothing to change that opinion.

The crowd entered the store anyway.  Again, the women browsed through the
merchandise, and repeated the ritual of holding things up to Sam.

Sam was surprised that Frederick's had dresses and other things, as well as
underwear.  He was not overly surprised that the dresses were generally very
short, and generally had very revealing necklines, slits, and other
mechanisms designed to show skin.

The women picked over the stock, and again Susan paid for a number of bags
with her credit card.

Jane returned about this time.  She went over to Susan, and whispered in her
ear.  Susan nodded several times, and whispered back.  Then Jane whispered
to each of the others in turn.  Finally, she came over to Sam.

"I think I have a surprise, and some good news for you, Sam," she said.
"Follow me."



10 Chapter -    Meeting With The Law


Sam followed Jane out of the store, and down the mall in the direction she
had gone before.  Gwen came along to keep them company.

They walked up to a store front labelled, "Department of Motor Vehicles,
Driver's Licenses." Jane entered and the others followed.

Sam was wondering what was going on.  He had no birth certificate as a girl,
and already had a driver's license.

Jane walked up to the counter and requested of the clerk, "Lieutenant
Rogers, please."

The clerk said a few words, to which Jane replied, though Sam couldn't make
out the conversation over the background of the noisy office.  The clerk
turned, went to a closed door, and went in.  When she returned, she had
another woman with her.

Lieutenant Rogers was dressed in a navy blue skirt, with a powder blue
blouse.  The state seal adorned the sleeves of the blouse, and a big silver
badge dominated the front of it.

"Hello again, Jane," the Lieutenant said.

"Is this the case you spoke to me about a while ago?," she continued,
looking right at Sam.

"Yes, Mary," replied Jane.  "This is Samantha."

"OK," the Lieutenant said.  "Why don't you all come back into my office."

Gwen, Sam and Jane followed her into the office.

The Lieutenant sat behind a desk, and motioned for the others to sit down.
She specifically indicated that Sam was to sit in the chair right in front
of the desk.

"This is an interesting situation," the Lieutenant said.  "But, I will be
most happy to do what I can for you, Jane."

Lieutenant Rogers took a piece of typing paper out of the desk, and turned
it so it faced Sam.

"Write 'Samantha Louise Gordon' on the paper, please," she directed.

Sam was astounded, but complied with the demand.

The Lieutenant looked at the paper, and sighed.  "This is the least feminine
writing I have seen in a long time.  Try again, but take your time, and do
it legibly."

Sam tried again.  In fact, he tried a dozen times before Lieutenant Rogers
was satisfied.  Then, the Lieutenant had Sam practice again another dozen
times.

"Not good, but I think it will do," Lieutenant Rogers finally said, and
turned to draw a stack of forms from her desk.

"Jane, I think you are going to have to teach Samantha penmanship," the
Lieutenant said, as she turned the forms around toward Sam.

Jane, Gwen and the Lieutenant broke out in laughter.

"Now, Samantha.  Write the same way you just practiced on each of these
forms by the big X in the lower corner," the Lieutenant directed.

Sam began writing.  As he was occupied, Jane slipped a couple papers of her
own in the pile.

The girls bantered lightly with the Lieutenant, while Sam was developing
writer's cramp on the forms.  Obviously, the Lieutenant and Jane were good
friends.

At last, Sam finished the last of the papers, and the Lieutenant took them
back.  She turned to her typewriter, and typed a few things on each of
several forms.  She then separated some of the forms into three distinct
piles, and tore up the rest.

"I had you do some extras," the Lieutenant smiled.  "They are no good any
more."

"Samantha come along with me," she continued.

They went back out into the main office area, where the Lieutenant had Sam
sit on a high stool.  She then put one of the forms in some kind of machine,
and began to focus a camera.  Sam realized it was a camera when the light
flashed.

The Lieutenant waited a few seconds, then picked up a card that had dropped
from the machine into which she had fed the form earlier.  She ran the card
through another machine, and it returned laminated.  Then she had Sam follow
her back to the office.

The Lieutenant handed the card to Jane, who handed her another laminated
card.

"Thanks, Mary," Jane said.  "I really appreciate this."

"Any time, Jane," the Lieutenant replied.

The Lieutenant picked up one of the piles of papers, and handed that to Jane
as well, and ushered the three out of the office.



11 Chapter -    More Shopping


Sam followed Jane and Gwen back up the mall, and into a coffee shop.  The
other women were seated around a table, and the three newcomers joined them.
When coffee was brought for them, the other women looked at Jane with
questions in their faces.

"Ta-dah!" Jane uttered, and passed the laminated card from the Lieutenant
around the table.

"Wow!  I didn't think you could do it," was the consensus of the women.

The card finally passed to Sam.  He looked at it to see what the stir was
all about.  It said "State Identity Card", and the face staring at him from
the card was the same one he'd seen in the mirror at the beauty shop.  It
listed the name as "Samantha Louise Gordon," and the address was Susan's.
It also had a facsimile of the writing he had done in the Lieutenant's
office.  Sam's face fell as he realized the state now had a document proving
he was a female.

Jane laughed at Sam's expression.  "You know, Mary was quite impressed by
your story, Sam," she began.  "She did this as a favor to me, but I still
had to give her your old driver's license to get it."

Sam was shocked.  His driver's license was gone, and he now had a female
identification.  He looked at the card again, and it even had his birthday
entered correctly.

"Put the card in your purse, Sam," Susan said.  "You don't want to lose it."

The women finished their coffee, and led Sam back out into the mall.  They
went into another keystone department store.

As they entered the store, a lady was holding a bottle of perfume, offering
to spray it on anyone who entered.  Susan pointed to Sam and told her to put
some on him.

They went directly to the hosiery department.  Susan picked up several
packages of stockings, then led them to the misses department.

It was almost a duplication of the earlier stores they had been in.  The
women browsed through the racks of clothing, bringing some to hold against
Sam.  Some of them were apparently acceptable, and were placed in a neat
pile on a counter.  When they were done browsing, Susan asked the salesgirl
for directions to the dressing room.

The whole herd moved off in the direction indicated.

Susan led Sam into the cubicle, and had him take off his skirt and blouse.
Then, she had Sam put each of the selected items on, one by one, going out
of the cubicle each time so the others could see how the item looked on Sam.

Sam was not enjoying the experience, but he was enduring it.

At long last, Sam had tried everything on, and the items were lying in two
stacks on the bench in the cubicle.  Susan then had Sam put his blouse and
skirt back on.

They emerged from the dressing room, and Susan took one pile of clothing
back to the racks, then the other to the salesgirl.  She paid for the items
with her credit card, and received a number of filled bags in return.  Then,
the group went back into the mall.

It was now around 5:00, and Lois suggested that they should stop at Barney's
for dinner.  Barney's was a steakhouse inside the mall.

The others agreed, and off they walked to Barney's.

Sam was overjoyed.  Finally, they were going to have a real meal.

They sat around the table, and the waitress came to each in turn for their
orders.  Sam noticed that the women were ordering salads, a small portion of
meat, and a small vegetable.  He wondered how they could satisfy their
appetites with such small meals.  He knew what he wanted.  A 16 ounce
T-Bone, with fries.

Gwen was sitting next to him, and the waitress got to her first.

"I'll have the small house salad, with diet French," she began, "and the
small New York strip, medium, with peas.  Samantha," pointing at Sam, "will
have the same.  Oh, I'll have iced tea, but Sam wants a big glass of skim
milk."

The waitress noted the orders, and walked away.

Sam was stunned, not unusual for today.  Here they were in a nice steak
house, and he was going to get the smallest cut of meat they offered.  Heck,
the salad was three times bigger than the meat would be.  And milk!
Anticipating this meal, his hunger was still in place, but he wasn't getting
any enjoyment from the idea of the meal.

Sam was not proven wrong when the meal came.  He liked big, juicy, rare cuts
of meat.  This thing was brown all the way through, and almost big enough
for an appetizer.  At least the disappointing cut of meat caused him to eat
all the vegetables and salad, mostly to try and fill up the big hole in his
stomach.

The waitress was coming around the table again, to take dessert orders.

Again, Gwen ordered, "I'd like the vanilla yogurt.  I think Samantha would
like the same."

Yogurt!  First the teeny weeny meal, fit only for rabbits, and now they
wanted him to eat spoiled milk!

He blurted, "No."

Then, he thought about the final dose of medication in each of the women's
purses.

"I think I'll pass on dessert," he continued, weakly.

Gwen smiled, and said to the waitress, "That sounds like a good idea.  Just
make it two coffees."

"Let's go powder our noses," she turned and said to Sam.

She stood, waited for him to do the same, and led him off to the ladies
room.  Inside, she had Sam sit on the couch.

"How do you feel now?" she inquired.

"Strange, but not as bad as earlier," Sam replied.  "This tampon thing seems
to keep getting bigger and bigger all the time."

Gwen smiled knowingly, and said, "Why don't you take it out.  Go to the
stall, and pull the string.  The tampon will come right out."

Sam did as she suggested, and the tampon came out easily.  Not knowing what
to do with it, he dropped it in the bowl.

Gwen, who had been watching from the stall door, said, "That's all right.
It's biodegradable.  Now, if you have anything else you need to do go
ahead."

Sam did feel his bladder pushing on him, so he did his business.  He got
some tissue, and cleaned himself off, noticing that the tissue came out
bloody.

Gwen fished in her purse, and produced another tampon.  She handed it to
Sam, and gave him instructions on how to insert it.

Then, they both washed their hands in the sink.  Sam was ready to go back to
the table, but Gwen stopped him.

"You've eaten all the lipstick off your lips," she laughed.  "Make like you
were going to kiss someone while I redo it."

Sam pursed his lips, not relishing the move, but figuring he'd better
cooperate with Gwen.

Gwen put the lipstick on his lips, then turned to the mirror, and put some
on her own.  Then they were ready to return to the others.

The coffee was at their places when they got back.  Sam wanted to reach for
the sugar, but Gwen beat him to it, and passed him a package of Sugar Twin.
Resignedly, he put that into the cup.

While Sam and Gwen were sipping their coffee, the others finished their
desserts, and had coffee as well.  At last, they finished, and the group got
up to leave.

Susan paid the bill with the credit card again.

As they reentered the mall, Susan gave Sam some of the shopping bags.

"Here Sam," she said.  "You might as well carry some of this.  It's all for
you anyway."

The group walked out of the mall, not stopping in any of the stores.  When
they got to the parking lot, Susan looked at her watch.

"It is quarter to seven," she said to the group.  "Sam has an appointment
with Darlene at seven.  So, why don't we all meet at her shop?"

The group agreed to do so, and moved off to their separate cars.  Sam
followed Susan and Jane.

At Jane's car, they put all the purchases in the trunk, and got Sam into the
back seat again.  Then, they rolled out of the mall.



12 Chapter -    Darlene's


They drove into the down town area.  Jane pulled up into a parking space on
one of the streets that had recently been renovated.  It was rather nice,
with trees, grass, and flowers boxes abounding on the sidewalks.  They got
out of the car, and Sam followed the girls down the sidewalk.

Sam had noticed the clicking of their high heels all day in the mall, but
here on the concrete of the sidewalk, it seemed louder.  The click of his
own shoes reminded him how he was dressed.

They came to a small shop.  There was a single mannequin in the show window,
with a frilly, lacy dress on it.  The discreet sign in the window read,
"Darlene Jergan, Custom Frocks." The all went inside.

They were met by a woman, who came to Jane and Susan, greeting them with
hugs.  Then, the woman turned to Sam, and stepped back.

"So this is Sam," she said with a big smile.  She then stepped up to him,
and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips.  "Hiya, Sam."

Sam stood rooted in disbelief.  He knew this woman as well.  He'd met her at
the Red Rooster a couple months back.  Like most of the other women he'd
been in contact with for the past few days, he had taken her to bed, then
dropped the idea of seeing her again.

Darlene smiled ever more broadly, as recognition dawned on Sam's face.

"You are looking much better, Sam, dear," she said with a big smile.  She
emphasized the word much.

Darlene turned to Susan and Jane, saying, "I just got it done.  I think
you'll like it.  I know Sam will."

"Great," Susan responded.  "Shall we go to your fitting room now."

"Follow me," came the response.

They went to the rear of the store, behind some full length curtains.  There
were curtains on the other walls as well.  There was a long bench on one
wall, and a little platform in the center of the room.

"Strip down to your panties, Sam," Darlene instructed.

Sam was flabbergasted.  He was not about to strip down in front of a
stranger.  It was bad enough he had to do it in front of the group holding
him hostage.

"Ahem," Susan exclaimed, pointedly looking at her purse.

Sam got the idea, and began to take off his clothes.

While Sam was stripping, Darlene went behind one of the curtains forming the
walls.  She stepped back in a moment later carrying a red silk dress.

She looked at Sam, and turned to the other women.  "Those panties will never
do," she exclaimed.  "Doesn't she have something else."

"Of course," Susan replied.  "Let me go out to the car and get something
more suitable."

"No, I'll go," Jane volunteered.  "It is my car, and I have the keys
anyhow." So, Jane went out to the car.

"Step up onto the platform, Sam," Darlene said.

Once Sam was standing on the platform, a full six inches above floor level,
Darlene began circling him, looking at him very critically.

Sam began to blush, with all her rapt attention on himself.

"Oh, how cute," Darlene said, noticing his redness.

She turned to Susan, and spoke, "I think those measurements you brought me
this morning are quite close.  We should be able to finish up here quickly."

As she finished, Jane returned to the dressing room.

"The others are drifting in now," she said.  "I had them wait in the store,
Darlene."

"Here," she continued, handing a small package to Darlene.

Darlene opened the bag, and held up a wispy pair of panties, not even half
the size of the ones Sam was wearing.  "These look like they will do
nicely," she said.

"Sam, change into these, please," Darlene said.

Sam changed into the offered panties.  He was embarrassed even more now, but
he was having more trouble keeping his balance on the platform as he changed
into the new panties.  They sure were smaller.  There was a little,
transparent bit of fabric at his front, which ran down between his legs,
barely covering his genitals, then it turned into a strap that fit between
his cheeks.  It joined a little elastic band covered with lace that circled
his hips.

Darlene stepped over to him, and pulled another garment out of the bag.  It
was a ruffled elastic band, with garters hanging off of it.  She put this
around his waist, and hooked it in the back.

Then Darlene picked up the dress she had brought in earlier.  Unzipping it,
she put it over his head.

"Put your arms through the dress," she directed.

Sam did, and Darlene pulled the dress down over his body, zipping it up in
the back.

Sam was not amused by what he was now wearing.

There was a very snug elastic piece that Darlene adjusted under his breasts.
She pushed his breasts into small pockets above the elastic.  They didn't
fit.  In fact they only covered up to the dark area around his nipples.
Fully half of his breasts were exposed to view.  The little piece of
starched lace at the top of the bodice stood straight up, not covering
anything at all.  Below the elastic band, the dress was snug all down his
chest, through is waist, and over his hips.  Hanging straight down from the
hips, the skirt stopped a full three inches above his knees.  But the worst
part was the slit, directly centered in the front what came halfway up from
the hem of the skirt to his waist.  The bottom of the slit stopped only a
fraction of an inch below the bottom of his panties.

"Oh, it's exactly what I had in mind," Susan cooed from the corner.

"It's lovely," Jane concurred.  "Let me get the others."

Jane called the others, who had all now arrived, into the dressing room.

Darlene picked up a small clutch bag she had brought in with the dress, and
showed it to the women.

"I had a little material left, so I made a matching purse for her too," she
explained.

Sam did not know what he felt like, standing on the platform, with all these
women staring at him.  Their "how cute" and "lovely", etc., comments did not
help any either.  He began to blush again.  He did know he didn't like it.

"Something isn't right, though," Jane said, considering Sam on the platform.

"I've got it," Sharon said.  "The makeup's all wrong."

The women concurred with that statement.

"Can I borrow your phone?" Jane asked.

"Certainly," Darlene replied.  "There is an extension right over there at
the end of the sofa."

Sam could not hear both sides of the conversation as Jane dialed a number
and began talking.

"Hi.  This is Jane," she was saying.

"I think we need your help again."

"Oh no."

"It isn't that, it's the makeup."

"Becky?  Sure that would be great."

"Were here at Darlene's, on Park Street"

"Thanks, Aileen.  I knew I could count on you."

Jane hung up the phone and turned to the others.

"Aileen can't come, but Becky's free, so she'll be down here in a few
minutes," Jane explained to the women.

"Becky's about the best cosmetologist in the city," Lois opined.  "We're
lucky she could come."

Darlene looked at Sam, saying, "You can step down now, Sam.  Just go over
and sit on the couch for a few minutes."

The women began to talk about the dress, and how nice it was, and wondered
how Darlene had done it so quickly.

Darlene told them that she had been expecting this for a week or so, since
Jane had been in then to be fitted for a dress and had explained the
situation.  Since Sam was an old lover, she would be delighted to help out.
So, when Susan had brought the measurements over that morning, she had begun
cutting the fabric and sewing.

"I had a week to dream up a design," she was saying.  "I thought this one
would just right for Sam."

"By the way, where are you all going tonight?"

"I thought we'd all go over to The Game Cock, and see if we could get in
some dancing," Susan responded.

Sam's heart sunk suddenly.  He knew The Game Cock.  It was a place he
frequented in search of the female of the species, or at least had been
until a day or so ago.  Lots of other guys he knew went there often as well.
He knew he'd run into some of his old pals, if they were really going to
that club.

About this time, the curtain opened, and a woman dressed in a white uniform
stepped in.  The name, "Becky" was embroidered over one breast.

"Hi, ladies, where's the patient", she smiled, obviously at ease with the
women.

"Right over there," Darlene volunteered, pointing directly at Sam.

"Oh, what a pretty dress," Becky said as she walked to the couch.

Suddenly, Becky stopped in mid-stride.  She looked intensely at Sam's face,
then began to look puzzled.

"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.

She put a box on the toilet tank, and hung some flimsy garments on the hook
on the back of the door.  She opened the box, pulling a white pad out of it.
Then, she got a pair of panties from the flimsy things on the hook.  She put
the pad in the crotch of the panties.

Now she turned to Sam, who had finished drying himself.

"You don't want to wear a tampon to bed," she explained.  "I've put a
maxi-pad in these panties.  It will do the same job."

She handed the panties to Sam, who put them on.  The feeling was similar to
when she'd given him the panties with the liner in them, but bulkier.

She got the other garment from the hook, and handed it to him.

"This is your nightie," she said.  "It goes on just like your slips." She
let him put the flimsy thing on.

Sam thought it was a flimsy thing.  First, it was nearly transparent, a
light nylon mesh type thing.  He could clearly see his breasts through it
when he got it on.  He imagined he'd be able to see his crotch pretty well
through it too.  Of course, it didn't have to be too sheer for that.  It was
so short, it didn't even reach to the bottom of his panties.

Susan went back into the bedroom, and beckoned for him to follow.  She
turned the bed down, and indicated that he should get in bed.

He was happy to follow those instructions.

Once he was in bed, Susan pulled the covers up and smoothed them.  Then, she
kissed him on the forehead.

She turned off the lights, and left him alone in the bedroom.  He couldn't
help noticing the click as she had locked the door.



16 Chapter -    Sunday Morning


Sam woke as the sunlight from the window brightened the room.  He woke
confused, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheet fabric on his bare legs
deepening his unfamiliarity.  As he opened his eyes, he recognized that he
was not in his own bedroom.

A moment later, the events of the last few days dawned on him.  He then
realized he was in Susan's spare bedroom.

He looked down at his body, hoping he had been having a nightmare.  The thin
nylon fabric stretched over his ample breasts simply confirmed his fears.
It was real.

He felt an urge to use the bathroom, so got up from the bed and padded into
the bathroom.  He pulled down the panties from the nightgown, noticing the
bulky pad seemed sodden and messy.  The bright red and darker red of the
fresh and dried blood reminded him why he was feeling some degree of
comfort.  Nevertheless, he had to go, and did his business.

Finishing the necessities, Sam remembered to wipe himself, and flushed the
toilet.  He did not really want to pull the panties back up, bringing that
messy pad against his body again, but he didn't see he had much choice.

"Don't get up from the seat yet," he heard Susan's voice shout from her own
room.  She had obviously heard the toilet flush.

A moment later, Susan, dressed in the short robe thing, came to the doorway
of the bathroom.  She offered him a small box of Tampax.

"Go ahead and insert one of these," she said.

When he was done, Susan told him to take the panties off.  She took them,
looking at the crotch.

"Yuk!," she exclaimed.  She pulled the sodden pad from the panties, dropping
it into a plastic envelope on the vanity.  She dumped the panties into the
sink.

She felt the panties she'd washed the night before, and, finding them dry,
handed them to Sam to put on.

"Wash out the panties like I showed you last night.  Then bring the Tampax,
and come into the bedroom," she instructed.

As Sam put on the panties and came into the bedroom, Susan was busy laying
out some clothing on the bed.

"You know how to get dressed now," she said simply.  "Put these on."

Sam put the bra and garter belt on.

Susan stopped him, feeding the garters under the elastic leg holes of the
panties.

"This way," she explained, "you can get your panties down easier when you
have to use the bathroom."

Sam put the slip over his head and allowed it to slither down his body.  He
only had to tug a little bit to get the pockets over the bra.

Susan went to the closet.  She looked over the selection, and apparently
didn't find anything she liked.

"You'll do for now," she said.  "Let's go have some breakfast."

They went into the kitchen, where Susan brought him a glass of juice, some
milk, and some dry cereal.  She also took some pills from a bottle over the
sink, and placed them next to Sam's milk.

"Don't worry," she said with a laugh, seeing the concern on Sam's face.
"These are only vitamins and calcium supplements.  Just take them with your
milk."

Still skeptical, Sam took the pills and began to eat.  He figured the pills
were a better option than the powder she had in her purse.  He was also
hungry.

Susan was sipping coffee when Sam got done eating.  He'd eaten everything
offered.

She mused, "Tom seemed to like you quite a bit last night."

Sam flushed a bright red as he recalled his body held tightly to Tom's on
the dance floor of the night club.  This also brought back a vivid memory of
the whole night, even winning the beauty contest.

"I could see you must have liked him too," she continued.  "Your nipples
were standing out very prominently through your bodice." She was smiling
warmly.

Sam's flush deepened even more, as he imagined his nipples showing through
the thin fabric of the dress.

"Why didn't you pick on Tom for this experiment," he complained.  "What did
I do that he didn't."

Susan got an amused look on her face.

"Think about it, Sam," she began.

"Tom is a nice guy.  He's always around when we want a man.  He's always
polite, and he seems to have a sense of doing the right thing for us."

"Don't think we didn't notice when he took you to the dance floor after the
contest," she smiled.  "He knew you needed someone strong to help pull
yourself together, so he loaned you his strength, not even dancing, really,
until you had recovered your composure.  He just knew what you needed
instinctively."

"He would have done the same for Sharon or me, but he saw you needed it
most."

"Unfortunately," she sighed, "there is only one of him, and he just chose to
help the one who needed him most."

"Do you think you would have been sensitive enough to do something like
that?"

Sam thought.  Well, he didn't think he was insensitive, but he would have
probably tried to get the girl to go home with him in a similar situation.

"Tom is a real nice guy," Susan continued dreamily, "and he's fun to have
around."

Susan changed her mood abruptly saying, "Wash the dishes, dear.  We have a
lot to do in a short time."

Susan left Sam in the kitchen to take care of the dirty dishes.

After splattering himself with the hot water, Sam put on the apron, and
washed the dishes.  He dried them, and put them in their cabinets.  He still
didn't like doing this "women's work."

Susan was in Sam's room when he got done and came in.  She was going through
all the packages from the shopping trip yesterday, efficiently taking things
from the boxes and putting them in drawers, on hangers, or wherever they
seemed to go.

She stopped what she was doing as he entered the room, walking quickly over
to the dressing table.  There, she picked up a spray bottle, and brought it
over to Sam.  She sprayed between his breasts, and behind his ears, with the
flowery smelling cologne.  Then, she went back to the bags.

She was almost done, when she got to a white box.  She took a white blouse,
full of ruffles, from it, and shook it out.  It did not look wrinkled, the
soft material not seeming to have creased while confined in the box.

"Put this one on, Sam," she instructed.  "It buttons up the back."

Sam struggled to get the blouse on as Susan continued unpacking and storing
things.

Sam finally got the blouse on, and the buttons in the right holes, when
Susan handed him a powder blue skirt.  He pulled that over his head,
buttoning it in the back.

"You're getting the hang of this now," Susan commented, as she saw him
getting dressed.

Sam looked at himself in the mirror.  The blouse had a high neckline, and
plenty of ruffles all over the front of it.  It was a thin material, and he
could plainly see the outline of the bra and slip straps showing through it.
It's white color complimented the powder blue of the skirt nicely.  The
skirt was longer than he'd been allowed to wear before, coming all the way
down to an inch above his knees.  He thought he looked pretty good.

"Sit by the dresser and put these on," Susan instructed, handing him a pair
of sheer stockings.

Sam even remembered to roll the hosiery down as he put them on his legs.  He
slid them up his legs, but got totally lost when trying to figure out how to
fasten them to the garters.

Susan laughed, and showed him how the little clasps worked.  She did one,
then had him do the rest, showing him where to attach them.

Susan handed him a pair of navy blue pumps to put on, while she got a
matching handbag from the bags from the mall.  She took the paper wadding
out of the bag, and dumped the stuff from Sam's little bag, the one that
matched last night's dress, into it.  A lipstick and ID card didn't take
long to transfer.

Susan took four tampons from the box, and dumped them unceremoniously into
the blue bag as well.  Then, she slipped a compact, which she peeled from
it's cardboard backing, into the purse.

Sam just sat watching her work, fascinated by the procedure, but
apprehensive all the same.

"Just sit still for a few minutes," Susan counselled, as she picked up a
hair brush and began to lightly brush Sam's hair.

Sam was watching her work in the mirror.  When he could take his eyes off
the way her bust was expanding and contracting as she was brushing, he
notice his hair springing back into the style it had been in when they'd
left the beauty shop yesterday.

"You have to learn how to do this sometime," Susan said, uncapping the tube
of lipstick she took from the blue purse.

"Hold the tube like this," she demonstrated, "and make sure you get the
color all over your lips.  Don't get outside the lip line though."

Sam though this was the ultimate in embarrassment, ranking right above
having to dance so closely with the man last night, putting on lipstick.
Still, he leaned forward and began putting the greasy stuff on his lips,
noticing the hypodermic still sitting in plain sight on the dressing table.

Susan took a look at him, and took a tissue from the table, wiping the few
spots where he'd strayed outside the lip line.

"You did that very well for the first time," she complimented.

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