Message-ID: <11049eli$9805091556@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11049.txt> From: J R D <jrdss@micronet.net> Subject: Biochemistry: The prequel (tg/tg, tg/f) (2/2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/enriched; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <v04003a00b1797d24a00c@[206.96.53.107]> Here's the second part of the prequel to Biochemistry. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story. This story remains the property of the author. Permission is granted to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- BIOCHEMISTRY: THE PREQUEL PT 2 A DREAM, A MEMORY... Sam, the 5 year old, only son in a family of four children, the youngest, walked into his mother's room as she was getting dressed. "Mommy, what's that you're putting on?" "It's a bra, Sammy." "What's a bra?" "A bra is a support device for a woman." "It's a pretty sport deviss." His mother smiled at his mispronunciation. "Can I have one?" His mother smiled. "No, dear." "Why not? Everybody else gets to." "But everybody else is a girl. Your father doesn't wear one. Don't you want to grow up to be big and strong like him?" She swatted playfully at his nose with the make-up brush she had. "I guess so." Suddenly, his father burst into the room. "What are you doing? Putting make-up on my son? How dare you!?" His mother cringed. "We were just playing. It didn't mean anything." "Didn't mean anything? Didn't mean anything? What are you trying to do? Make my only son into a sissy?" "Don't be absurd. A little make-up isn't going to make Sammy into a Sissy." Sam's father slapped his mom. "Don't talk back to me!" "Don't hit her!" Sam yelled. Sam's father struck him, knocking him to the ground. "Don't ever take that tone with me!" Sam's dad grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him into the bathroom. He took a damp rag and proceeded to roughly wash Sam's face, removing the small bit of make-up. He then left Sam in the bathroom and stormed from the room. After he was gone, Sam's mother came in and held him while Sam cried. "Mommy, why is daddy so mean?" "Your father loves us. He's just got... problems." "Mommy, I don't want to be like daddy when I grow up." Sam's mother just held him close. ****************** ANOTHER DREAM, ANOTHER MEMORY... Sam was 12 years old, and just beginning to discover girls. And Sam was discovering that there was nothing about them that he didn't like. Their clothes, their hair, their smell, and, strangely enough, even the things they talked about, make-up, shopping, and, yes, even boys. Sam had no problem with talking about boys, for Sam was, even though he didn't know the word for it yet, bisexual. The girls, for their part, loved to have a boy around who wasn't either accusing them of having cooties, or following them around like a drooling puppy. Sam was with a group of the girls, just sitting back, as they discussed some of their problems. "You know, Sam, you're so lucky to be a boy," Tina told him. "Why's that?" "You don't have to worry about heels, or make-up, or uncomfortable underwear. You can't imagine how tight these bra straps are on me." "But they make you look so pretty. I mean, if it weren't for the fact that everyone'd laugh at me, I'd wear heels and make-up, and even a bra all day." "That's only because you've never done it. I bet you wouldn't last one hour, on your feet, in heels." "Bet." "Huh?" "I'll bet you... 10 bucks that I can go an hour walking around in heels, make-up and even a bra without a single complaint." "Okay, let's do it. But the clock doesn't start until we get finished making you up." "Fine. But I don't have to stand up till the clock starts." "Deal." For a little over half an hour, Sam allowed the girls to go through all the steps of getting him all dolled up. He put on a bra (with water balloons in the cups to simulate the weight of real breasts), sat down as the girls applied make-up, and put on a pair of borrowed shoes. Then he stood up and cheerfully walked around for an hour without any complaints. After the hour, Tina said, "I'm impressed," and fished a $10 bill out of her purse. Before she handed it over to him, she asked, "Want to go double or nothing?" "What have you got in mind?" "I bet you can't stand it to be fully dressed like a girl, that's panties, stockings, garter, a dress, and even a wig I got, then spend another hour on your feet." "For just an extra $10? Not worth it." "Okay." She fished some more money out of her purse. "I've got $35 here." Another girl, Susie, said, "I want in on this. I'll add another $20, but you have to carry a purse full of make-up around for the hour." Joan said, "I can top that. Another $30 says you can't last an hour on your feet, in full drag, with a purse full of make-up, AAAND... with a tampon shoved up your ass." "Okay," Sam said, "let me get this straight. If I can go one hour in drag, carrying a purse full of make-up, with a tampon shoved up my ass, without complaining, on my feet, then I get $85, and I'm not risking any of my own money?" The girls nodded. "Deal. You want to get in on this, Janine?" Janine smiled. Janine, at 15, was the oldest of the group. She even had a learner's permit to drive. She was also the richest of the group. "I've got a stipulation." "Go for it." "I say that you can't go one hour on your feet, in full drag, with a purse full of make-up, and a tampon up your ass." "That's the same bet. What's your condition?" "Simple. You can't do it... at the mall." The girls ooohed, figuring that this would be too much for Sam. "How much do I get if I do?" "I'll throw another $40 on." "Okay." "Want to try for more?" "What?" "We all know that you like guys as much as girls, so another $50 says that after the hour, you can't get a guy to take you out for a quick bite to eat. Another $25 on top of that says that if you do get a guy to take you out, you can't get him to kiss you on the lips." "Why on the lips?" "Because, once we get through with you, you'll be such a pretty girl, getting a guy to kiss you on the cheek would be no problem." Sam was secretly thrilled. It was what he had wanted all of his life. "Yes," he blurted out. The girls smiled and almost tackled Sam. They took over an hour this time getting him ready, but when they were finished, even they were amazed at the results. Sam looked more like a girl than they did. He also looked a little older than he really was. Like he was perhaps 14, or maybe even 15. They went out to the mall (Janine drove, her father was oblivious and never even looked twice at Sam), and not only did Sam remain standing, he outlasted the girls in terms of shopping endurance. After the hour, Janine said, "Okay, Samantha," the name they had agreed on, "it's time for the next part of your bet. Let's see if you can get a guy to buy you dinner now." Sam smiled and they went to the food court. Then Sam saw who he wanted. His name was Andros, and he was the cutest sophomore at the local high school. All the girls wanted him, but he only dated around, he wasn't steady with any of them. Sam got within notice and started flirting. At first, Andros only flirted back, but soon his curiosity got him, and he came over and introduced himself. It wasn't long before Sam was eating a burger with Andros's arm around his waist. At the end of the meal, Andros took Samantha's chin in hand, and kissed "her" right on the lips. After they were finished, Andros looked Sam in the eye and said, "I'd like to take you out to my car and suck you off." "I don't think I should." Andros whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Samuel. I won't tell anyone what I found in your panties." Sam's eyes widened in shock. "How'd you know?" "Janine's my cousin. She called me before you left and let me in on your secret." "So now I've got to go with you or you'll tell everyone?" "No. I'm not trying to blackmail you. Sam, I'm gay. I flirt with and go out with girls because I'm not ready to come out of the closet yet. But earlier today, Janine called and said she had a solution to my problem, a "girl" who was really a guy who liked other guys, but who looked so much like a girl no one but the two of us would know. I wasn't sure she could do what she said, but I'll admit it. Until she pointed you out to me, I had no idea who or what you really were. "Sam, if you want me to forget it, as long as you do the same for me, I will. But if you want me to, I'll take you out to my car and give you a blowjob. And if you're willing to bring Samantha out of the closet a little more often, I think I may have found my first steady girlfriend." Sam looked back to the girls. Janine gave him a sly little wink. He turned back to Andros and nodded. Andros escorted him out to his car, laid him down on the back seat, got between his legs, pulled down his panties, and sucked Sam off. After he was finished, Sam insisted on returning the favor. Andros said it wasn't necessary, but Sam got him to allow it (truth be told, he didn't have to try very hard). After they were finished Andros took Sam in his arms and said, "So how about it? Will I be seeing Samantha again?" Sam kissed Andros. "With a little help from your cousin, I think I can arrange that." They kissed deeply, tonguing each other's mouths. "I think I'm going to like having a steady girlfriend." ***************** A DREAM OF A TIME TWO YEARS AFTER THE LAST... Sam and Andros let the other girls in on their secret, and, with their help, managed to keep the real nature of their relationship secret from everyone else (to cover with his dad, he had even allowed Janine to take his virginity). Samantha got more than her share of jealous stares for having landed the hottest guy in school, but "she" didn't care. Of course, there was lots of speculation as to where Samantha went to school, since no one saw her at any local schools, but a few well placed rumors of home schooling placed by the girls dealt with that. Sam and Andros even made plans for Andros to take Sam's "female virginity". Plans that were aborted when Sam's mother died. Two months after her death, in the Summer after Andros graduated, Sam was alone with Andros in his own room. Andros was comforting him. "Oh, Andros, dad's gotten even worse since mom died. I don't know how long I can stand him." "What about your sisters? Can't they do anything for you? "They're off at college and beyond. They've got their own lives." "What can I do for you, Sam? What do you want?" "I want... I want... to go with you. I wish I could go with you, be Samantha, your wife, and give up ever being Samuel again." Andros hugged Sam and rubbed his cheek against Sam's head. "And I wish I could do that for you. But we both know it's not going to happen." "Yes, I know. Even though I've gotten older, Samantha hasn't. The best the girls can do for me is make me look barely 16. Most often only 14 or 15." "If you really want me to, I will take you away." "No. You were right, eventually dad would come after me, and someone would talk about a college student living alone with a teenager." "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Yes." Sam looked up into Andros's eyes. "Take my "virginity". It'll be something to remember you by after you're gone." "Are you sure? What about your father?" "He isn't due home for a few hours. Please?" Andros kissed him. "Anything for you. Do you want to get dressed?" "Yes. I feel more comfortable as Samantha." Sam pulled a box out from under his bed. Inside was the makings of Samantha, panties, a bra, a slip, breastforms (a gift from Janine on the anniversary of Samantha's "birth"), stockings, heels, a wig, a dress, and a small collection of make-up. Sam quickly put on everything but the heels and make-up. He hugged Andros and they danced around the room a bit, before Andros laid him on the bed, got between his legs and slowly slid his cock into Sam's ass. Andros was gentle and easy and they moved together in a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing. Andros came a couple of times that afternoon, and in a very girl- like fashion, Sam came in a multiple orgasm that surprised both of them. After they were finished, Sam stood at the window as Andros drove off to the airport. Sam was shocked when he heard a voice from behind. "So my son is a little cock-sucking faggot who likes to dress up as a girl." Sam spun around. "DAD!" "Good thing I decided to come home early or I never would've learned what kind of a sick person you were." "It's not like that. You don't understand." "You're standing there in a dress and a wig, and you're going to tell me you're not sick?" "You don't understand. I feel more comfortable like this. I... I... need this!" In that way kids have of believing in their parents no matter what they've done, Sam had felt if his father knew what was going inside his head, he'd forgive him. But unfortunately, Sam had said the exact wrong thing to his father. His father lurched across the room and grabbed Sam's arm. "So you NEED to be a girl?! Well, let's treat you like the slutty little bitch you are!" Sam tried to get away, but it was no use, his father was too powerful. His father turned him around, bent him over the back of a chair, yanked down his panties, and raped his son. For the next two years, whenever Sam was home, he was forced to dress up and be his father's sex toy. Eventually his eldest sister came home for a visit and found out what was going on. She yanked him out of the house and had her father arrested. She got Sam into therapy, but whenever Sam tried to tell them that although the rape was terrible, he enjoyed dressing up as a woman, and he wanted to be a woman, everybody, including the therapists, tried to convince him that he only enjoyed it as a defense mechanism to protect himself from his father, that he really didn't enjoy it. And eventually, after years of this, he started believing it himself. ******************** A DREAM OF THINGS THAT NEVER WERE... Sam was alone in a large ballroom. He caught a look of himself in a mirror. He still looked like a woman, but somehow that was no longer a problem. He was dressed in a long, flowing wedding dress, but somehow that seemed appropriate. A door opened and a man walked in. The very sight of him took Sam's breath away. He was dressed in a tuxedo and walked straight up to Sam. He extended his hand and asked, "May I have this dance?" Sam felt himself smile and took the man's hand. They waltzed around the room, finally stopping at a table. The man lifted Sam onto the table, removed his panties, entered him and slowly made love to him. After they were finished, he looked into Sam's eyes and said, "I love you." **************** THE NEXT MORNING... Sam awoke, remembering everything. He stretched languidly. He got up and looked in the mirror. His maid's uniform (which he had never removed) was a mess, but even though part of him wanted to correct that, another part of him noticed the change. When he looked at his face, he no longer saw a stranger's face. He saw the face of the person he had always wanted to be. He saw the face of the person who his father had attacked and raped for even existing. He saw the face of the person everyone had tried to convince him didn't exist. He saw Samantha. He, no she, saw herself. Samantha saw a bottle of the medication to offset the change becoming permanent on the dresser, a sign that Mistress Elaine would be working in the lab all morning. Making a quick decision, Sam took the bottle, went into the bathroom, poured it into the toilet and flushed. The minute she did, she felt an enormous weight lifted from her shoulders. She looked in the bathroom mirror and hugged herself. Samantha was here to stay. She heard Linda's voice in the other room. "Sam, you okay?" Samantha removed her uniform and corset (she had been wrong, after her transformation, she had gained enough flexibility to reach the laces on her own). "Be out in a minute, got to take a quick shower." "Take your time." "Only if you want to join me." Linda gave a short laugh. "You sound much better." Sam started the shower, and got in. After a while, she decided to get playful and said, "Lady Linda, can you come help me?" Linda came in. "Sure, hun, what do you want?" Sam grabbed her and pulled her into the shower. "You." "Wench!" Linda angrily stepped from the shower. "Now look at me. I'm soaked!" Sam gave Linda a confused look. "Lady Linda, don't you find me attractive?" Linda stopped short. "What?" "Don't you find me attractive?" "Of course I do, you're beautiful, but that's no reason to drench me!" "Well what am I supposed to think? Of all the girls in this house, you're the only one whose never responded to my advances. And now, here I am practically begging you to be with me, and all you can do is complain about how wet I got you." Linda sighed. "It's not you. I just... can't be with you right now." "Why not? Is it something I've done? Something I've got to do?" "No. Nothing like that." "What then? If you're in a devoted relationship, just tell me, and I'll back off." "No. It's not that." "Milady, please stop beating around the bush with me. I want you. I want to be with you. If it's not going to happen, at least tell me why." Linda sighed. She reached behind her, undid the zipper on her dress, let it fall, then pulled her petticoats down; and what she revealed to Sam both shocked and amazed. Hanging from her crotch, almost touching the ground, was the largest dick Sam had ever seen! It even made the Bulls look tiny. Soft, it hung only inches off the ground, and Sam wouldn't have been able to wrap both hands around its girth. She stepped from the shower and reached towards it. "May I... touch it?" Linda grabbed her hand. "No, dearie, you can't." "But..." "It's not you. Look at the size of it. Even though Mistress's biochemical compounds help to offset the problems in having a dick this big, if I'm not rested and prepared for it, an erection could knock me out. And an ejaculation can dehydrate me as well as making me useless for the next day or two." "But why is it so large?" "My punishment for my behavior when I was a man. I had a 12" dick that I was so proud of that I was willing to stick it into anyone or anything. Male, female, didn't matter. Once, on a bet, I even pleasured a horse. Problem is, when you're that indiscriminate about what you do with your dick, your dick tends to become a breeding ground for a lot of nasty little bugs. I must've spread STD's around to dozens, maybe even hundreds, of people. "Finally, one day I met this beautiful lady who told me that without surgery or pain, she could give me a dick larger than the largest of the porn stars'." "Mistress?" "Yeah. I agreed of course. So she pumped me full of the drug, I passed out, and when I woke up, I had an 18" dick, but I also had these," she lifted her tits. "So you became a she-male like the rest of us." "With one major exception over most of Mistress's staff. Being openly... omni-sexual, I didn't give a damn what I looked like. In fact, I made a better looking girl than I did a man. So I got dressed up in some sweats that fit me, and went out on the town. I found a girl in a lez bar, took her home and fucked her in the dark, telling her that it was an ultra-realistic dildo. "But Mistress included a special extra that I was unaware of. For every load of cum that I pumped out, I had to take a load up my ass, the one thing I had never done. If I didn't, then my dick would get even larger." Linda snorted. "It was less than one day before I was so large that I wouldn't fit into anything human. And although I was willing to fuck anything that moved, animals weren't my preferred partners. So I went back to Mistress and begged her to undo what she had done. "She just laughed at me. She told me that if I wanted to be normal again, I had to go to work for her. I accepted, and started on house cleaning. Well, being surrounded by all these beautiful women, it wasn't long before I was walking around with a constant erection that I thought I couldn't do anything about. "That was when I first met the cows. Here it was something that was, or at least used to be, human. All I had to do was learn to accept someone else up my ass while I went at them. It only took me an hour to make the decision. Elizabeth was my first. She fucked me while I fucked a cow. Problem was, I was still more "active" than she. I dumped four loads in the cow before Elizabeth poured her first load into me. "I obviously needed help. That was when Susie took over." "Lady Elizabeth's wife?" "Yeah. It seems that where I hated getting fucked up the ass, Elizabeth loved it. And her wife, wanting to be the first person in Elizabeth's sex life, had become a true master at pleasuring a she-male with a strap-on. She took me in hand and did things to me that still excite me, but the important part is, she controlled me, and let me cum only after she had cum through a half-dozen orgasms. "Well, I was hooked. Hooked on sodomy, hooked on pleasuring others, hooked on my tits, hooked on everything about my new life. So I decided to stay. I chose the name Linda, and the rest, as they say, is history." "But I've never seen you with an erection, and you're still confronted by beautiful women every day. Don't they excite you anymore?" "Oh, sure. But after I joined Mistress's staff full time, she sent me to this Tibetan monastery where they taught me the mental techniques to control my body. They taught me some pretty amazing things." "Like what?" Linda smiled and reached her hand out to touch Sam's breast. When she made contact, Sam felt an electric charge rush through her body. Every cell in her body seemed alive and very suddenly sexually excited. Sam moaned and orgasmed. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it was over. Sam looked down and watched as Linda withdrew her hand. Part of Sam wanted to grab that hand and put it back to her breast, but she restrained herself. Panting heavily, she said, "Gawd, you make me want you even more." "Tonight?" "You can arrange it that quickly?" "Sure, I've just got to remember to take it easy today." Sam grabbed Linda and kissed her. "Thank you!" "Enough." Linda grabbed her dress and pulled it up. "I've got to go get a new outfit. A dry one. Get finished up and get dressed." After Linda left, Sam got dried, and into a new outfit, and down to breakfast and to work in the kitchen. Everyone commented on how much happier she seemed, and that was when Sam informed them of his decision to go by the name Samantha. Everybody congratulated her on her decision and complimented her on her choice of names. Sam worked twice as hard that day to make up for the extra work the others had to do over the last week. Others told her not to worry about it, but she cheerfully did more than what she had to. She was even whistling when she returned to her room. When she walked in, Linda, Elizabeth, and Susan were all waiting for her. Linda and Susan were naked. Elizabeth was in just her corset and stockings. Linda said, "I hope you don't mind, I invited some friends." Samantha reached behind her and started to undo her uniform. "Not at all, the more the merrier." Linda and Elizabeth came over and stripped Sam down to her corset and stockings. Susan put on her strap-on. When she came over, Sam took the strap-on and stroked it like a real dick. "Is that for me?" she coyly asked. "Sam, I've wanted to stick this in you since I first saw you in the kitchen." "And you'll get your chance, but first..." Sam reached down and slowly stroked Linda to hardness. Then she told Linda, "I want this to be your night." "Sounds great, but don't deny yourself on my account." "I've got an idea so that all of you can get pleasure from me at the same time." "Do tell." "Okay. You stand there. Lady Elizabeth, you straddle her cock, pressing your bum against her hips. Press your legs tightly together around her cock to give her some friction." Elizabeth did as she was instructed, and Susan asked, "What do I get to do?" "Oh, I think you'll figure that out." Sam then bent over at the waist so that she was leaning over Linda's massive organ, each of her tits falling to one side of the head of Linda's dick. She pressed her tits against the purple bulb and said, "Now, Lady Linda, after I take Lady Elizabeth's dick into my mouth, I want you to hump between her legs and my tits, and Lady Susan..." Sam wiggled her ass seductively. Susan stepped up and placed the head of the dildo to Sam's ass. "Already figured it out, but the visual clue is very nice." Sam leaned forward and took Elizabeth's dick into her mouth. Almost on cue, Linda started to hump against Elizabeth, pressing the kitchen's chief cook into Sam's mouth. At the same time, Susan pushed into Sam's ass, and Sam quickly understood what Linda meant when she called Susan a master of the strap-on. Even before Susan used her hands, the way she wiggled the dildo inside Sam touched spots that Sam didn't even know were there. And the way she used her hands was pure magic. Sam felt herself quickly building to orgasm, but then it stopped. Building, that is. Susan held her at a point just before her orgasm as the others got pleasure from her. Sam felt used, like she was nothing more than a living toy, but this excited her all the more. This, unlike her use as a sexual toy by her father, was being done so that she could have a chance to give as much as she got. Sam knew that Susan was doing her a favor. Had she come before the others (which would've been inevitable without intercession) she'd've felt guilty. But even knowing didn't keep her from whimpering with unfulfilled desire. Elizabeth was the first to cum, and Sam swallowed it all. Linda shuddered as though she came, but nothing came out of her dick. Sam assumed it was something she knew how to control. Susan came next, and as soon as she did, she touched some spots on Sam and sent her into heaven. The next thing Sam knew, she was lying on the floor lightly being slapped by Linda. "Sam? Are you okay?" Sam looked up into Linda with dreamy eyes and said, "That was... incredible!" Linda smirked. "She's fine." Susan said, "I want to try her position next. But I want Lizzie inside my cunt." Samantha took Linda's hand. "I guess that gives me the position straddling your cock." Linda kissed her. "Let's do it." They quickly exchanged positions, and went through the same procedure a second time. This time, Sam got to cum first, followed by Linda, Susan, and finally Elizabeth (even being the recipient of all that pleasure, Susan retained enough control to dictate her wife's pleasure). Then Elizabeth took the center with Sam still on Linda and Susan dildoing her ass. Elizabeth, once again, was the last to cum. The only difference was that this time Linda allowed herself to spray all over Elizabeth's tits and legs. Linda then collapsed to the floor. "Lady Linda!" Sam screamed, as she went to the floor beside her. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Cumming always does this to me. I'm going to need some help back to my room." "Why? Just stay here. I'll take care of you tonight." "No, I don't want to impose. Elizabeth and Susie can help me to my room." Sam stood up and stamped her foot. "No! Damn it! You stay here tonight, and let me take care of you or so help me, I'll... I'll..." Linda had an amused look on her face. "You'll what?" "I'll... I'll take off my corset and walk the halls until someone comes out and punishes me for leaving my room without clothes on." Linda smiled. "You know, Samantha, you throw the funniest tantrums." Sam stamped her foot again. "I'm serious!" "I believe you. So help me into your bed already." Sam bent down and helped Linda up into her bed. She turned around and Susan was licking Linda's cum from Elizabeth. "Well those two seem thoroughly preoccupied. Now what can I do for you?" "Go back to my room. There'll be a pitcher of specially prepared Orange Juice there. I need it." "Okay, better get my uniform back on." "Actually, there's a new outfit for you in the closet." "A new outfit...?" Sam went to the closet. "Why put it in there now?" Then she saw it. "A baby doll nightie, in blue, my favorite color! And a blue, silk robe! And slippers!" Sam had no fear of changing into the new outfit; Mistress had told her that as long as it was in the closet, she had earned the right to wear it. Mistress had also said that Sam was entitled to sleep without the corset once she found a nightie in the closet. "Do you like them? I picked them out myself." "Oh, I love them! Thank you, thank you, thank you." Sam hung the nightie back up. "I'll put that on when I get back." She threw on the robe and slid her feet into the slippers. She kissed Linda, ran to Linda's room, got the orange juice, and returned, passing Elizabeth and Susan on the way back. Linda took the pitcher, and in a quite unladylike fashion, downed half of it without a glass. "Much better. Now, wench, what are you waiting for? Into your nightie and join me." Sam cheerfully said, "Yes, milady!" and changed out of the corset and into the nightie. Then she got into bed with Linda, cuddled up and fell asleep. ************* A DREAM?... Sam was in the ballroom in her wedding dress once more. The same strange man came in and asked her to dance. She accepted and they danced a bit, just as they had in the last dream. But this time a hand tapped the man on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" The strange man stepped aside and Samantha saw who the newcomer was. "Andros!" Andros stepped in and danced with Sam. Eventually, Sam looked up at him, and said, "I missed you, Andros." "I've been watching over you for a while, my love. But you had to accept who you were before I could touch your heart again. I did what I could for you, but I'm so limited now." "Will you be coming for me? In the real world, I mean." "I can't, my love. You are destined for another." Andros nodded at the stranger. "Him? I don't even know who he is." "But you will. He'll need some help, but eventually, you will be husband and wife, and your love will be the kind for the history books." "But, Andros,... I want you." "And I wish I could be with you. But know, as long as you still need me, I will be with you," Andros placed his hand on her chest over her heart, "here." "Andros, I don't understand. Why can't you come for me? Be with me?" Andros just smiled, and stepped back. When Sam realized Andros was going to step away from her, she screamed, "Andros!" and lurched forward, only to find herself sitting up in bed beside Linda. "Are you okay, Samantha? Another nightmare?" "Not exactly." Linda rubbed Sam's back. "Sam?" "Yes?" "Who is Andros?" "My first lover." "Doesn't sound like a girl's name." "It isn't. I used to be bisexual. Thanks to an abusive father and some well meaning, but very bad therapists, I... forgot." "So what happened to him?" "I don't know. I lost track of him about 10 years ago." "Want me to try to find out?" Sam turned back to her. "Could you?" "Sure. I'll need to get Mistress's permission, but I don't see why she'd say no. What's his last name?" "Stevens. Andros Stevens." "Okay, I'll see what I can find out." Sam hugged her. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Thank you. You're too good to me." "Nonsense. Now come back to bed." Sam cuddled up and went back to sleep. *************** TWO DAYS LATER... Sam was working in the kitchen when Linda came up to her. "Sam, I've found out about your friend, Andros." Sam picked up a tub full of dishes and said excitedly, "What? Where is he?" Linda swallowed. "About 7 years ago, your friend had sex with the wrong person. He... contracted HIV." "HIV? That's the..." "Virus that causes AIDS." Sam swallowed. "That doesn't matter to me. Where is he? How is he?" "I'm sorry, Sam. He... proved unresponsive to the medication. He... died 4 years ago." Sam stared at Linda, before suddenly dropping what she was carrying and collapsing where she was. She had a brief impression of people screaming and moving around her, but none of that seemed to matter. She barely felt herself being carried somewhere, and before she knew it, she was tucked in bed with someone beside her. But despite all the caring despite all the consoling, Sam still cried herself to sleep. *************** A VISION... Sam was in her wedding dress, but this time she was just standing in the middle of the room, sobbing her eyes out and nothing the strange man could do or say was getting through to her. "Why the tears, my love?" Sam looked up and saw Andros. "Oh, Andros, you're dead. Now I can never hold you in my arms again." "So? I told you, Sam. As long as you need me," he pressed his hand to her bosom, "I'll be here for you." "But... I'm not sure that's enough. I want you in my arms again. And if I can't..." "You'll take from your new friends, Linda, Elizabeth, even Susan and Elaine, the new light of their life. Samuel might have been capable of that, but not my Samantha." "I..." "They love you, Sam. And for what they've done for you, you love them too." Sam was speechless, and could only stand there with tears in her eyes. "Buck up, my love. Another will come for you, one who you will love so deeply that I will be but a faint glimmer in your life." "Never! No one will ever take your place in my heart." "No. But his place in your heart will be more than my own." Sam just shook her head. "I know you find it hard to believe now, but when you doubt, just look to your new friends and know you are loved." Andros kissed Sam, and Sam woke up with the feel of his lips on hers. She had been wrong. She had not been taken back to her room. She was in Elizabeth and Susan's room, and the couple were sleeping with their arms around her. Sam snuggled in. They weren't Andros, but they would do for now. ***************** A MONTH AND A HALF LATER... Sam woke up to find, for the first time since the night she realized who she was, no bottle of medication awaiting her. Sam smiled. This meant that she would see Mistress for the first time since that night where Mistress had fucked her. "Finally," she said as she changed into her maid's uniform. She had recovered from the loss of Andros quite well with the support of her new friends. She was finally able to shed the corset when she got her waist down to a trim 24", giving her measurements of 36C-24-34. The dreams of the strange man had persisted (all the same as the first dream without Andros), first coming daily, but eventually tapering off to once a week. She had wanted to tell Mistress Elaine about her decision to remain Samantha forever, but had not seen her in a month and a half. She now had a drawer full of bottles of the delaying medication (dumping the first had been symbolic, she hadn't wanted to just waste the rest). She quickly got into her uniform and ran down to the kitchen. She checked the tray for imperfections and found none. She grabbed a napkin, slung it over her arm and took the tray of food out to Mistress. Mistress was sitting at her usual place, but instead of reading a newspaper as she usually was, she was sitting quietly, rubbing her brow. As she set the food in front of Mistress, she said, "Mistress, you seem bothered by something. May I help?" "Thank you for the offer, Samantha, but it is a problem in the lab. Something I must remedy myself." "As you wish, ma'am. Mistress, there is something else I wished to inform you of." "Yes?" "You've probably already heard, but I wanted you to hear it from me directly. I've decided to remain as Samantha and not return to my male self." "Yes, I had heard. Simply stop taking the formula and within 24 hours, the changes will be permanent." "Thank you, Mistress, but I already have." Mistress Elaine looked surprised. "Already have... what?" "Stopped taking the formula. I stopped taking it the day after you and I had sex that night." "But you... you haven't changed." Mistress's voice had taken on an almost hysterical edge that was beginning to scare Samantha. "Wasn't that the point?" Mistress suddenly leaped up, grabbed Sam's arms and lifted her from the ground. "This is impossible! I used the simplest formula on you! The oldest formula I had!" Mistress shook her violently. "Why didn't you change?!" Sam whimpered, "Mistress, please. You're hurting me." Mistress stopped. "This isn't possible." Mistress threw Sam to the ground, yelled, "This shouldn't have happened!" and ran from the room. Elizabeth and a couple other girls ran into the room. "What's going on? What's wrong with Mistress?" Sam remained on the ground, rubbing her arms where Mistress had grabbed her. "I don't know. She just freaked after I told her I intended to remain a woman." "Well, she knew about that. Why would she react like that?" "I don't know. She really lost it after I told her I stopped taking the delaying medication." "So you didn't take your medication this morning. No biggie." "Well, this morning or any morning for the last month and a half." All the girls were incredulous. "What?!" Samantha stood up, still rubbing her arms. "Yeah, ever since that night where Mistress fucked me. What's the big deal? Mistress said that if I ever stopped taking the medication my change would become permanent, so I stopped taking the medication to make my change permanent." "Yeah, but not without some side effects. Sam, haven't you ever noticed that all the girls here have either abnormally large tits, or an abnormally large dick?" "Yeah, but I just figured like you and Linda, that it was part of their punishment for whatever had earned their change to womanhood in the first place." "Sam, even in our cases, our growth wasn't entirely due to our punishments." "What are you talking about?" "Sam, Mistress was originally a transsexual. A man who, inside, was really a woman. She went through all the normal procedures, the psychiatric reviews, hormone therapies, everything but the final surgery, which she wasn't interested in, but she was less than impressed with the results. So she turned her biochemical knowledge to the problem, and developed the transformative compounds which were the basis of all her further work. "But it turned out that there was a problem. After drinking the compound, it saturates the breasts, where the greatest change occurs, or in the penis, where testosterone is produced. If the body stops getting new doses of the substance, without getting a countering agent, then it either rejects the serum and the person reverts to manhood, or it starts producing the serum on its own at the point of highest concentration. Unfortunately, it had a side effect of causing those tissues to swell and grow after producing the serum on their own." "But Mistress doesn't look any different than I do. Her breasts and dick are both large, but not abnormally so." "Mistress takes daily doses of her own medication, every morning. She doesn't want to revert to manhood, which is what she says will happen due to her biochemical make-up. She's been trying to fix the problem, but so far, she hasn't succeeded." "Well, maybe she succeeded with me. With whatever changes she made to my formula." "That's just it. She didn't make any changes to your formula. The last changes she made turned out to be totally wrong, so you got the original formula." Sam looked down at her body. "I swear. I haven't taken any of the formula since that day after Mistress fucked me." "But why didn't you change?" Suddenly a girl ran into the room. "Quick, Mistress has gone berserk in her lab! We need help!" Everybody ran to the lab. The door was locked, and they heard the sound of crashing glass inside. Working together they broke down the door. Inside, Mistress was sweeping bottles, tubes, and all other sorts of lab paraphernalia onto the floor. She was screaming through tears, "It shouldn't have worked. Why her?! Why her?! It shouldn't have worked!" Elizabeth, the only girl with the size necessary to do it, tackled Mistress and tried to hold her down, but Mistress fought with the strength of desperation, and it took Sam and four other girls to finally restrain her. Once she realized there was no use fighting, Mistress stopped. Through teary eyes, she looked up at Sam and said, "Why you? Why didn't you change?" Sam said, "If I knew I would tell you." Mistress neither fought nor helped as the girls carried her up to her room and tied her to her bed. Sam went back to her room and tried to think about what was different about her. She thought and thought, and finally she thought she had it. But proving it would take some questions and some conniving. She went to Linda first and found her in the lab, collecting the last of Mistress's medication. "Lady Linda, did Mistress ever tell you what would happen if she didn't get her daily dosage of medication?" "She said that if it follows the same pattern as it did with others, within four hours, her body would reject the medication and she would become a man again. Then if she didn't get another dose within 24 hours, she'd be a man forever." "So how much medication does she have left?" "2 days worth. Which is lucky, because that's how long it'll take her assistant to distill more." Sam left and went back to work. The morning of the day after next, she went and took the watch on Mistress who was still tied to the bed. At 7 AM, Linda came in with the last bottle of medication and left it on the dresser with instructions for Sam to give it to her at 7:30. At 7:30, Sam got up, locked the door, and returned to Mistress's side, without the medication. At about 8:30, Mistress, realizing she hadn't received her daily dosage, came out of her fog, and said, "Samantha, is that you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you have my medication?" "Yes, Mistress." "Bring it over to me." "No, Mistress." "WHAT!" "This has to be done, Mistress." "Damn you! I order you to bring me my medication!" Sam got up, got the bottle, and walked into the bathroom. Mistress heard a flush and Sam returned with the empty medication bottle. "You... BITCH! You got what you wanted, now you're punishing me for hurting you! You hate me!" Sam lay on the bed and threw her arms around Mistress's neck. "Oh, no! I love you! I want to give you the greatest gift I can." "Please, Samantha, don't do this to me! I don't want to be a man again." "I'm sorry, Mistress, to put you through this." For the next three hours, Mistress cried, ranted, and begged, but all Sam did was hold Mistress's head to her bosom. At the end of that time, Mistress, with her eyes tightly closed, felt her body shudder and then remained silent. That is, until she gasped, opened her eyes, and saw Samantha rubbing her tits. She was confused. She should've reverted to her old male form by now. She tried to think, but thanks to Samantha's hands, she was getting far too excited. Samantha deftly undid the bonds that held her and as soon as she was free, Mistress let her own hands find Samantha's breasts. They worked together to excite and undress each other. When they were naked, Samantha stroked Mistress's dick, and prepared to straddle her to get her into a position to enter Samantha's ass, but Mistress grabbed Samantha's dick and said, "No. I want you inside me." Samantha was flabbergasted. In all the time she had been in Mistress's home, the one thing she had never done, nor heard of being done by anyone else, was fucking Mistress in the ass. But she wasn't loathe to the idea, and got between Mistress's legs, and placed her dick against Mistress's ass. "Are you ready?" "Yes. Do it." Samantha pressed into Mistress, slowly stroking, plunging in and out of her, all the while rubbing her body, stroking her in ways that had been done upon her own body. Soon Mistress was spraying onto Samantha's belly, and clenching her own ass in orgasm, pushing Samantha over the edge and into orgasm, spraying deep into Mistress. They fucked many times that day until they fell asleep together in sexually fulfilled bliss. When Samantha woke up, she saw Mistress, still very much the woman, standing in front of the mirror, acting as though she didn't understand what she saw there. Her fingers reached out and stroked the mirror, as though she could touch and dispel some illusion that was there. She saw that Samantha had waken up and turned to her. "I don't understand. How?" "Desire." "Desire?" Mistress turned back to the mirror, thought about it and said, "Of course. If a person desired to become a woman, the brain's chemical balance would change. The brain would produce chemicals that the transformation agent would bond with which would prevent the super-saturation that leads to abnormal tissue growth. But the only way this would've worked on you," she turned back to Sam, "is if you really wanted to be a girl, even before I gave you the drug." Sam nodded then explained the dream-inspired revelations about her life. "Oh, you poor, poor girl. What I did to you must've been terrible." "Oh, no. Don't you understand? You freed me. You helped me face the darkness of my past and shed light on my life." Mistress walked over and sat beside Samantha. "And you freed me. Freed me from the chemicals that were my daily chain." Mistress kissed Sam. "But you took an awful chance. If you were wrong and I had reverted I would've made sure you were punished thoroughly." "Even then, it would've snapped you out of your funk. Besides, I didn't destroy the medication. I poured it into a glass in the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and carried the empty bottle out here. And even if I had flushed it, there was still the forty-some odd bottles of the stuff that I didn't use sitting in my dresser." Mistress laughed, and wrapped her arm around Samantha and hugged her close. "You're a sneaky one, little girl. "Why thank you, Mistress." "Enough of that. Call me Elaine. You've earned the right." Sam tried it out. "Elaine... Doesn't sound right. If you don't mind, I'm going to stick with Mistress." "Well, if you want to. You have done me a great favor, Samantha, and I always repay my debts. Ask me for something, anything you'd like, and if it is within my power to grant, I shall do so." "I'm not sure you can grant what I want." "What's that?" "I want to go back to school and finish my degree." "Is that it? Done. That's too easy. Ask for something else." "But the girls said that those of us transformed had no real legal identity." "A simple matter to get you a fake ID." "Why not do the same for the other girls?" "I do and have. Each girl now has their own female identity now. It's just that they feel they can't leave because those with extra large dicks are afraid of being discovered, and those with extra large tits, unless they choose a profession in the porn industry, are rarely taken seriously, by men or women. Now, thanks to you, I can develop a medication to reverse the abnormal growth experienced when they decided to become women permanently. They'll look normal and be able to leave my employ if they wish." "I don't think there'll be that many who wish to leave you." "Hummph. Most of these girls stay only because they feel they can't make it out there. Once they've got normal looking bodies, they'll be out of here like a shot." "Care to bet on it? I'll bet the wish you've given that less than 25 percent of the women in your employ will leave you after you've made your offer." "Done. But you're throwing away your wish." "How many do you think are going to leave?" "At least half. In fact, let's extend the bet. If more than 50 percent of my staff leave me, not only do you lose the wish you've got, but you promise to work for me for the rest of your life. And don't worry, I mean as a lawyer, but you'll have to switch your specialty from criminal to contract law." "Alright, but if there's fewer than 10 percent who leave you, you owe me 3 wishes, AND you pay for the rest of my college education, in whatever specialty I choose." "Done." Mistress smiled, and they got dressed and went out. Everybody was ecstatic over Mistress's return, and when they found out it was Sam who did it, it took Mistress's intervention for her to deal with the press of bodies about her. After the throng cleared out, Mistress informed Linda that Sam had earned the right to address anyone there without honorifics, including Mistress herself. As Mistress walked away Linda said, "You get to call her Elaine...?" "Doesn't sound right, does it?" Linda shook her head. "No." "I intend to keep calling her Mistress. It just seems right." "Yeah... You're right." Linda put her arm around Sam. "Come on, sister. Tell me all about what happened between you." A couple days later, Mistress announced her new discovery that would allow them to become normal looking women. And after getting all the orders, only 34% took her up on the offer to even use the drug (mostly the extreme cases of growth, like Linda) and only 7% announced their intention to leave the house staff, and half of those asked Mistress if they could be put to work in her corporate sector businesses and stay living in the house. After Mistress computed the totals, she hugged Sam and,through teary eyes, said, "I guess I owe you three wishes, now." Linda was one of the first to get the "normalizer", and Sam was the first to experience Linda's new 14" cock. Later that night, when Sam, Linda, Elizabeth (who had chosen to forgo the "normalizer"), and Susan were all asleep in the couple's bed, Linda took Sam's face in hand and said, "I'm glad you came to us." ****************** FOUR YEARS LATER... Samantha had graduated Law school at the top of her class, and, as a graduation gift, Mistress had gotten her a job at a prestigious law firm. Samantha had still not used any of her three wishes, and, so far, didn't see any need to. She was just finishing up the write-up on the closing argument she would be using in a case she was working on, when her secretary said, "Miss Nevada, there's an Elaine on line one. She won't give her last name." "It's okay, April. I'll take it. And for heavens sake, call me Sam or at least Samantha, if you must be formal." "Yes, Miss Samantha." Samantha gave a short laugh as she picked up the phone. "It's a start. Mistress, how are you?" "In a little bit of a pickle, Samantha. How'd you like an all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas?" "Who do I have to kill?" Mistress laughed. "Nothing so radical. Susan is going up to a medical convention to check on some new equipment and products for me. Usually I send along a lawyer to make sure that any contracts she needs to sign are on the up and up, but right now, all my regulars are busy on other things for me. I know your specialty is criminal law, but could you go along for me?" "When is it?" "Next Wednesday." "You lucked out. As it turns out, I've got a couple weeks vacation time starting next Tuesday. Fax the flight info to me here at the office and I'll meet Susan at the airport." "Will do. Thanks, Samantha. You're a life saver." "Just returning the favor you did for me." Over the next few days, Samantha wrapped up her cases in preparation for her trip, then met Susan at the airport. On the plane, a chartered flight, Susan mentioned, "I'm glad you're coming along, Samantha." "Why's that?" "Elizabeth and I have a rule. No sex with anyone you can't share. We've made a few mistakes, picked someone we thought would be willing to have sex with both of us, but turned out to be not interested, but for the most part, we're pretty good about judging people." She took Sam's hand. "With you I know you've got nothing against being with both of us." "No problem with that." Sam leaned over and kissed Susan on the lips. "Susan, how did you meet Mistress? How did you find out about what she was capable of?" "Actually, I was lovers with Elaine back when she was a guy. Although I didn't know it until long after I met Elaine. When I was fresh out of college, I was a medical administrative assistant at a prestigious medical lab. I was posted to a new up and coming young scientist. I'm not giving you his name so don't ask. This scientist was brilliant, and doing new things with Biochemistry that had never been conceived of. We hit it off immediately and became lovers. We knew even then that it wasn't anything but sex between us, but we were both okay with that. "Now there was always something secretive about this scientist, not unusual in the world of scientific advancements, but even more so in his case. Well, one Sunday he calls me up and says, 'Susan, whatever happens, don't be surprised at what happens tomorrow.' "I asked what he meant by that, but he wouldn't explain. Imagine my surprise when he came in the next day in a dress. There was a bit of a hullabaloo over it by the executives, but Elaine, as he was calling himself now, pointed out that he was on contract, and his contract couldn't be terminated for a medical condition that didn't interfere with the commission of his duties. Since "her" status as a Transsexual was a medical condition, being treated by a psychiatrist, "she" couldn't be fired for it. "Problem was, "Elaine", as a man, was one of the most masculine people you could imagine, broad shoulders, tight abs, thick, muscular arms and legs, and even after the year of required living as a woman, and three years of hormone treatments, and some hefty plastic surgery, there was still something about her that was very masculine. The problem was, she knew it, and she didn't like it. So she turned her knowledge of biochemistry to the problem. "Eventually, she went to the board and proposed research into a new invention of hers she called APS, Aggressive Protein Strands. If they worked she would be able to program the strands to migrate to specific points in the human body and cause the tissue to either grow or contract at an accelerated rate, causing radical changes to the body in very short periods of time. "But, as you may have realized, sometimes, prestigious translates to mean stodgy and conservative, and the board was still ticked that she hadn't discussed her "condition" with them ahead of time. That combined with the fact that the APS system she proposed was so radical caused them to reject her, pretty much out of hand. "Now, during this time we had remained lovers, and to be honest, I had developed a taste for she-males. But when the board turned her down, she suddenly became even more secretive. I could tell she was really upset, but she wouldn't let me help her. Then, one day, she just disappeared. I was curious and tried to find her, but received no luck, and got nowhere. "Well, over the next ten years, I met my husband to be, got married, and got a great new offer for a job at a new lab. It was there that I met Elaine as you know her. And it's a testament to the effectiveness of APS that I had no idea who she used to be. After about a year of working at the new lab went by, the... incident between me and my husband occurred." "Elizabeth told me about it." "Yes, well, I went into work all distraught and eventually got pulled into the office by Elaine. She wanted to know what had happened. In order to get me to talk, she revealed who she once was. It was then that we planned the changes that would bring Elizabeth into existence." "Elizabeth told me all about what happened next." "Yes, well, can you keep a secret?" "I'm a lawyer. Of course I can keep a secret." Then joking, she said, "You want to make this official, hand me a dollar, and you become my client, and anything you tell me gets attorney-client confidentiality." Susan got her purse and fished out a dollar and handed it to Sam. "Woah. Serious." "Yeah. Lizzie told you that after she transformed, I went shopping for "her", then came home and was upset that she had drunk her way up to a D cup?" "Yeah." "Well, it wasn't for the reasons she thought. I could've easily gone out and exchanged what I had for the larger sizes she now needed. I was upset because she had ruined my plans for the evening." "Which were?" "I was so pissed at my husband for what he had done to me that day. I knew about what changes Mistress had made to the formula, and I intended to get my husband dressed up, take him out and fill him with drinks until his breasts burst from his chest in front of everybody. And he had beaten me to it. "Now Lizzie considers herself kind of an evolved state of what she used to be. She thinks of herself as my husband, but different. Me? I consider them two totally separate people. It's the only way I've got to reconcile my feelings. You see, from the very first time we made love, I noticed differences in Lizzie from my husband. She was kinder, gentler than he ever was, and from that first night, I loved Lizzie, but still hated him. And when I found out she was an alcoholic, I hated him all the more for the problems he had saddled her with. And when she went behind my back and asked Mistress to change the formula so she could break her addiction, I loved her all the more, for I knew my husband never would've consented to such a thing, much less thought of it on his own. "But as time went on and the deadline grew closer, I became truly frightened that she'd allow HIM back into my life. I knew Mistress wouldn't force her to remain Lizzie for the rest of her life, so I conspired to make it so. That night at the restaurant I had a bottle of knockout drops. I intended to tell Lizzie how I felt, that I didn't want her to ever be a man again. Then, she'd be so upset with me that she'd look away long enough for me to spike her drink. Then I'd keep her unconscious till the effect of the transformation became permanent. "When she told me that she wanted the same thing, I almost dropped the bottle. I realized then that my husband was dead and I was happy to be Lizzie's wife and lover. And we've been happy ever since." "That's some story. I can see why you want to keep it quiet." Susan nodded. "Well, I'm going to get some sleep before we land in Vegas. Thanks for letting me talk." "No prob." As Susan fell asleep, Sam started to work on some legal briefs. She had never been able to sleep on a plane, which made it all the more amazing when she fell asleep. ************** A DREAM ON A PLANE... Samantha was in the same ballroom with the same white wedding dress. She was a little mystified. She hadn't had this dream since she had joined the law firm and moved out of Mistress's home and into a place of her own. She turned to the door and waited for the strange man to enter. She waited and waited, but he didn't come. "He's not coming." Sam turned to see Andros waiting there. He pointed at the door. "This time you have to go to him." "Andros?" She almost ran to him, but he shook his head, and faded out. She turned back, went to the door and opened it... **************** IN VEGAS... The flight attendant shook Sam awake. "Excuse me, ma'am. We'll be landing in about 30 minutes." Sam sighed. "If only it could've been 35." "Ma'am?" "Nothing. Just a dream." The attendant woke Susan and prepared for touch down. When they landed, they went and checked in at the hotel. They were in adjoining rooms with a connecting door. Once Sam was finished unpacking, she heard a knock on the adjoining door. She went and opened it to let Susan in. So what's our agenda?" "We've got a display of merchandise on the top floor in the ballroom at 6 PM. Which leaves us 4 hours to entertain ourselves. Any suggestions?" "Well, I don't know about you, but I plan on taking a shower. Care to join me?" "Sounds fun." Susan got up and took Sam by the hand and led her into the bathroom. The two undressed each other, and even before they got into the shower Susan took Sam's breast and kissed the nipple. Sam moaned, and started to stroke Susan's body. Susan stood erect and they kissed, pressing breasts to breasts and cock to cunt. Susan almost climbed onto Sam, but Sam pushed her away and stepped towards the shower. "At this rate we're never even going to get wet." Susan winked. "So?" As Sam stepped into the shower, she said, "Flirt. You weren't running around all day getting ready for the flight. Now you going to help me get clean, or just stand there looking cute?" Susan joined her in the shower as Sam started the water. She got behind Sam and took her breasts in hand. She pulled Sam to her and rubbed her own breasts against Sam's back. Sam moaned and rubbed her butt against Susan's pelvis. Susan, not even realizing what she was doing, unconsciously humped her hips against Sam's, as though she were currently wearing her dildo. She kissed Sam's neck and nibbled her ear as she reached down and took Sam's dick in hand. As Sam got her dick stroked, she pumped her hips into Susan's hand, accentuating the feelings. Finally Sam turned around and pressed Susan against the wall. She kissed Susan as she pressed her dick into Susan's cunt. Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around Sam's hips. They moved together in the shower until they came together. After they were finished, they actually took the time to clean each other before going into their separate rooms (they both admitted that the other was too much temptation for them to get ready in the same room) and got dressed. They went downstairs and had dinner before heading up to the convention. When they entered, Sam stopped. "What is it?" Susan asked. "I don't know. There's just something... familiar about this place." "What?" "Haven't the foggiest. I've never been here before." Sam shrugged. "Oh, well, this is a working vacation. Let's get to work." They started to check out displays, seeing if there was anything Mistress could use at her private clinic or in her lab. At one point, Susan turned to see Sam staring at something. She looked to try to see, but only saw a group of the men who owned the businesses whose products they were checking out. She walked over to the dumbstruck girl, and said, "What's so interesting?" but Sam didn't even reply. Susan snapped her fingers in front of Sam's face, and said, "Earth to Sam, Earth to Sam, come in, Sam," but Sam didn't even respond. Susan slapped Sam's face lightly, but when she got no response, decided to take drastic action, and reached down and tweaked Sam's nipple. Sam's hand went to her breast as she said, "OW!" and came out of her daze. "You okay?" "Yeah. What'd you do that for?" "Well everything else, including slapping your face, didn't work so it was either that or slug you. What's so interesting?" She pointed to the group of business owners. "That man, the young one, who is he?" "That's James Smith. He's a cutie, isn't he? He owns a small medical supply business. Even works in the same city as Elaine. Most of his stuff is pretty good, but he doesn't deal in the rare supplies Elaine needs, so I've never done business with him. Why the interest?" "He's... He's the strange man from my dream." "Your dream?" "The one where I'm in a wedding dress, in a ballroom. In fact, this is the very ballroom. I didn't recognize it at first because of all the people and tables, but this is definitely the place." "So this is the guy you're supposed to marry? I hate to say it, but forget it, sister girlfriend." "Why?" "Because back when I first met him, I decided to scope him out to see if he'd be a good choice for a sexual partner. Truth s, he's a bit of a flirt, and something of a low level cad, nothing really serious. But, more importantly, his view of she-males is, as he put it, 'interesting and some are even mildly attractive, but too disturbing to even consider.'" "Oh." Sam was deflated. Could her dream have been wrong? Could her dream have been just a dream? If it was, why did she include Andros? And why did she even dream of a real man and this real place? She was still in a confusion as she bumped right into something. "Oh, excuse me," she said. She looked up into the face of who she had bumped into. It was him! "No problem," James Smith said. "The day I object to someone as beautiful as you bumping into me is the day I need to be buried six feet under." James took her hand and kissed it. "My name is James. James Smith." Sam found herself blushing like a schoolgirl. "Samantha. Samantha Nevada. My friends call me Sam." "Well, may I have the privilege?" "I think I should get to know you first." "Would you allow me to buy you dinner then? Just to get to know you, of course." "Sure." "Meet you in the dining room at 9?" "See you then." As he walked away, Susan came up. "What was that about?" "I've got a dinner date." "Sam, I told you how he felt! How could you make an appointment with him?" Sam sighed. "I just couldn't say no." That night, Sam and James met for dinner, and she had a wonderful time. When he left her at the door to her room, he didn't even make some lame attempt to get himself invited in. She went in and collapsed on the bed. "So?" Susan asked from the adjoining doorway. "How'd it go?" "He was wonderful. Andros didn't even make me feel this way. Maybe... Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he just never met a she-male before, and that's why he feels like he does." "Yeah, and what if I'm right?" "Why are you saying these things to me?" "Because I've seen what happens when the girls reveal themselves to the wrong people. If I'm right and you're lucky, he'll just drop you like a hot stone. If you're not, he may beat you... Possibly even kill you. Mistress would punish him for that. But it wouldn't bring you back." Sam turned away from her. "Leave me alone!" Susan walked up and kissed Sam on the cheek. "I'm sorry, hun. Maybe you are right and he can handle it. Just think long and hard and get to know him real well before you reveal yourself to him." Susan then returned to her own room. Over the remainder of the trip, Sam got to know James well, and, unfortunately, she had to admit that Susan was right and it probably wouldn't be wise to let him know her secret. He wouldn't have become violent, but he would've left her had he known. Once he found out she lived in the same city as he did, however, he didn't even press for sex, and asked her to be his steady girlfriend. She accepted, but knew she'd have to do something about her... little extra before they could go any further. When she got back, she went straight to Mistress and said, "I have my first wish." "What is it?" "I want a cunt." Mistress looked long and hard at her. "If that's what you want. I don't have any biochemical mixtures for that purpose, but I can easily afford the more conventional means. But before I do, if I may ask, why?" "There's this guy I met..." Mistress shook her head. "Oh, hun, you're making a mistake. If this were what you wanted for you, I'd say fine, but no good can come from changing yourself for someone else." "This is what I want! If you're not going to do it..." "I didn't say no. Just think about it. Okay? Take a week, if you still want the operation, then I'll pay for it." One week later, Sam still wanted the operation, so Mistress paid for it. She spent the recovery time for the operation in Mistress's home (she told James she was out of town on a business trip) being dutifully attended by the girls in general, but mostly by Linda in specific. After she had fully recovered, she was standing nude in front of the mirror, looking at the results, when Linda came in. Sam turned to face her. "So? How do I look?" "Very pretty." "You don't sound too enthusiastic." "Oh, don't get me wrong. You're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. But I think you looked a lot prettier with your dick. It was... I don't know... right for you." Sam turned back to the mirror. "Well, this is the new me, so you better get used to it." Linda came up behind her and kissed her neck while rubbing her hips. "I think I could get used to it a lot faster, if you'd share." "Why you little flirt." "Do you mind?" "Well, I was kind of planning to share it with James first, but I don't suppose it'd hurt to take it for a test run." Sam turned, wrapped her arms around Linda's neck and kissed her. Linda took Sam in her arms and kissed her back. Sam pushed Linda back and onto the bed, flipped Linda's skirt up, pulled down her panties and climbed up on top of her. Linda used her hands to stroke Sam's body, as Sam lowered herself onto Linda's already hard dick. They moved together until Linda asked, "So, how does it feel to get fucked in the cunt rather than the ass?" "Oh, it feels exquisite. The sensations... The..." Suddenly Sam screamed in pain and fell over. "What? What's wrong?" Through tears, Sam replied, "My cunt! My entire crotch! It feels like it's on fire!" "What can I do?" "Go... get... Mistress." Linda was off like a shot. She returned with Mistress only a few moments later, but by then Sam was on the floor. She no longer seemed to be in pain, but was crying freely. Mistress came over and put her arm around Sam's shoulder. "Sam, honey, what's wrong?" Sam turned and buried her head in Mistress's shoulder. "It's back. It's back." Mistress was about to ask what it was, when she felt something brush her thigh. Looking down between Sam's legs, she saw Sam's dick, not only back, but about an inch longer than it used to be. Mistress picked Sam up and put her in her bed. "Linda, get me my medical bag." "Mistress, she seems so distraught. Couldn't this wait till morning?" Mistress grew angry. "Linda, if I am to fix this, I will need blood samples to check, and the longer we wait the more likely I am to lose whatever in her blood caused this reversion! Now get me my bag!" "Yes, ma'am." Linda ran off and quickly returned with Mistress's medical bag. Mistress drew some of Sam's blood, and carefully packed the samples away. "Linda, stay with her tonight. I'll be in my lab if an emergency arises." "Yes, ma'am." Linda sat beside Sam and held her until Sam cried herself to sleep. The next day Sam met Mistress in the lab. "Mistress, do you have an answer for me? Why is my cock back?" "I have an answer, but it's not promising. It seems that your testicles are inundated with the same chemical that changed you." "I thought you said that my brain was the center of production in my body for those chemicals." "It is, which is part of the problem. When you get sexually excited, your brain sends signals to the cock that it thinks is supposed to be there. Not finding either cock or the APS that it knows is supposed to be there, it uses the other chemicals in your body to... rebuild the area." "So I don't have a choice? I've got to live with this thing for the rest of my life?" "I will work on a biochemical solution, but I don't know if I can find a solution." Sam almost broke down in tears as she said, "Thanks." Over the next few months, Mistress did work on a solution, but every time she managed to achieve success, it was only temporary. And every time Sam's cock came back, it was bigger than before. The worst part was, James was pressing her to go further with their relationship, i.e. he wanted to have sex with her. Finally, when she was up to 12" of cock, Mistress gave her the bad news. "I'm sorry, Sam, there's nothing I can do. Your body has just adapted too firmly to the chemicals. There's no way I can give you a working cunt." "No way at all?" "Well..." "What? I'll do anything." "I don't think you will. I can place biochemical blockers on your sex drive. Since you revert if you get excited, the blockers prevent you from getting excited. You'll never experience orgasm, or any kind of sexual excitement again." "Never?" "Never." Sam gulped. Not really a tenable solution. "Any other solutions?" "Just one. Even more untenable than the last." "I find that hard to believe." Mistress smiled. "I can perform a total biochemical purge on you. It'll allow your body to accept the new chemicals, but it'll also mean a reversion to Samuel." "Couldn't you change me to Samuel, change my cock to a cunt then change me back?" "It's possible, but my tests show a 93% likelihood that you'll have developed a toxic resistance. More transformation chemicals just won't work on you if you revert." "Great. So I've got a choice of spending my life as a man with a cunt or a girl with a dick?" "Yes. I'm sorry. I know it's no consolation, but since I wasn't able to grant your wish, you get it back." "You're right," Sam said, as she walked from the room. "It's no consolation." Sam felt that her day couldn't get worse, but she was wrong. James took her to a restaurant for dinner, and dropped the bomb. "Sam, we've been going out for months, and I've tried to be as polite about this as possible, but you don't seem to be getting it. In fact, I think you've been purposefully dodging me on the issue. So, now I'm just going to say it flat out. I want to take our relationship to the next level. I want to have sex with you. So either we leave here and go somewhere to have sex, or we leave here and go our separate ways." Sam was momentarily rendered speechless. "Could... Could you wait a day or two?" She couldn't believe it. She was actually considering having Mistress use her biochemical blockers. "I'm sorry, no." Sam could feel the tears coming to her eyes. "So... So that's it? How we feel about each other... How you make me feel... How I make you feel... None of it matters?" "You think this is easy for me? It's no easier being rebuffed by you every time the subject comes up. I want you... I... love you. But if you don't care enough to share yourself, then... it's over." "Please! Can't you just wait one day?!" "No. Look, you've told me you've had sex with others. You know how that makes me feel? Knowing there's someone, perhaps many someones out there that you've shared that special intimacy with, but not with me?" "Please?!" "Sorry. Anything other than tonight is just too little, too late." The tears ran down her face, as she yelled, "Bastard!" slapped James, and stormed out of the restaurant. As she got into her car, she turned to see James staring after her, but as soon as he saw her noticing him, he turned his head away. She then proceeded to go right home and cry herself to sleep. ****************** A DREAM OF A SOLUTION... Sam was back in the ballroom, in her wedding dress. She turned to the door and in walked James. Despite the fact that Sam was none too pleased with James, her dream self played out the fantasy. He asked her to dance, they danced, he placed her on a table, dropped her panties, and fucked her. Finally he whispered in her ear, "I love you." Previously this was the point at which the dream ended, but this time Sam said, "Prove it." James stepped back, closed his eyes, and changed. His waist contracted while his hips widened. His chest expanded and continued to expand until his shirt ripped open, and out spilled two breasts, breasts even larger than her own. James dropped his (her?) pants, helped Sam from the table and took her place. Sam moved up between James's legs, placed her dick at his ass and slowly fucked him till they came together. >From behind her, Sam heard Andros's voice say, "I told you that he'd need some help." Sam turned around and faced Andros, after she did the he-she behind her wrapped his/her legs and arms around Sam, and rested his/her head on Sam's shoulder. Sam said, "But, Andros, you said we'd be husband and wife. If this is the only way we can be together, how can that be?" Andros just smiled as Sam felt the arms and legs of James shift around her. She felt James's very male lips kiss her. James said, "Ask Mistress about TX-3137. Help make Tracie a reality. Help bring us back together." Sam turned, and saw James, male again, smile and fade from view. She turned back to Andros, but he too was gone. **************** THE NEXT DAY... Sam woke up, and sat up in bed. She thought about the dream, and decided to take a chance, and try to make it reality. It was a big chance, the transformation to womanhood could be a life changing experience, she knew, and the new... Tracie could be incompatible with Sam. She got up, showered, dressed, and went to Mistress. "Mistress, I have a replacement for my first wish." "Yes?" "I want you to use your special formulas on James." "Okay, but any particular reason?" Sam explained what had happened the night before. "Well it sounds like a suitable reason. But you realize, even if he learns his lesson, he may never forgive you for what you've done." "Well, I've been thinking about that. Is there a way you can make it so he can be shifted between male and female forms at someone else's command?" Mistress looked at Sam suspiciously. "Perhaps." "What about formula TX-3137?" "How did you know about that?" Sam told her about the dream. "Strange, but it explains a lot." "What do you mean?" "The reason I selected you. It came to me in a dream. An image of you, where I could get information on you, who you were, and what I needed to do to you." "It looks like Andros has been looking out for me for a while." "Perhaps. As a transsexual, I know there's something more than a body. But those discussions are best left to Sunday school or a philosophy class." "But what about TX-3137?" "If it works, it will do as you say. It will allow the subject to be transformed by the command of another. It'll even allow a series of preprogrammed commands that will cuse the subject to follow required behaviors. But..." "But what?" "I've never tried it on a human subject. There's no guaranteeing its efficacy." "I'm willing to risk it." Mistress just smiled. ***************** TWO DAYS LATER... James Smith was jogging through the park one day when two men jumped him. Now James was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed working out, but these men clearly knew what they were doing and James was unconscious before he knew what was happening... -------------------- All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at jrdss@micronet.net </excerpt> J R D jrdss@micronet.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>