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Finally got this done.  As I wrote this, it was kind of like the Energizer
Bunny.  It just kept going and going and going.  8-)

You may notice that all parts but the last (including the prequel and
original) have been posted at the same time.  This is because I'd like some
input before finishing off this story.  So, please, read through, then
write to me and tell me what you think.

When writing this, I tried to write it as an independant story, which is to
say, you shouldn't have to read either the prequel or the original in order
to read through this one and enjoy it.  But if you're one of those people
who insists upon reading everything that comes before, I wrote BIOCHEMISTRY
first, then wrote PREQUEL, then this one, but the story line goes PREQUEL,
BIOCHEMISTRY, SEQUEL.  I'll leave it up to you to decide in what order you
want to read it.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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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.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL
	The Transformation Begins

IN THE PARK...

Jack Smith, James Smith's father, was jogging through the park one day when
two men jumped him.  Now Jack was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed
working out, but these men clearly knew what they were doing and Jack was
unconscious before he knew what was happening...

**************

AT THE BEACH...

Melissa Smith, James' mother, Jack's wife, drove into the beach parking lot
where James and his new wife Samantha were supposed to be meeting her
later.  She was about a half hour early.  Jack had gotten up early, made
her help him get dressed to go jogging, and she couldn't get back to sleep.

She looked around and saw her son's car.  Not wanting to just sit and wait
in the car, she decided to take a walk on the boardwalk that surrounded the
beach.  Maybe she could find James or Samantha.  At the very least she
could get a little something to eat.  She wandered down the boardwalk,
checking the stores (mostly tourist trap junk) and seeing the sights
(mostly sand, hot looking bodies, and colorful beach umbrellas).

About fifteen minutes after she started, she saw someone who she thought
was Samantha down on the beach.  The woman she thought was Samantha was
rubbing suntan lotion on a beautiful, blonde woman's back.  "Samantha" then
untied the woman's bikini top.  Melissa was then doubtful of this woman's
identity, since she then proceeded to massage her partner's back in a most
sensual way.  Oh, it was nothing that was going to get them banned from the
beach, but it was definitely suggestive of a relationship that went beyond
simple friendship.

Melissa tried to look away, but felt strangely drawn to this semi-erotic
scene on the beach.  She felt her own vagina grow wet as the Samantha look
alike's hands slowly roamed her friend's back.  Melissa watched in rapt
attention as "Samantha" rubbed the woman's sides, shoulders, arms, and legs
(and although she wasn't really close enough to tell, Melissa was fairly
sure that "Samantha's" hands went in between the blonde's legs and stroked
her pussy).

Suddenly, the blonde reached behind her, re-secured the straps on her
bikini and stood up (she was a tall drink of water, as the saying went).
She took "Samantha's" arm and walked towards the private changing rooms
offered at the side of the beach.  As they walked, Melissa got a much
closer look at the raven haired beauty.

Was it?  It was.  It was Samantha.  Was Samantha cheating on James after
only four months of marriage?  And with another woman, no less?  "No," she
thought.  "I mean I haven't actually seen anything that was openly sexual.
Just a really suggestive back rub."

She watched Samantha and the blonde walk to the booth.  Just before they
went in, they gave each other a kiss, the kind of kiss that Melissa felt
should only be made between lovers.  Problem was, Melissa wasn't sure what
disturbed her more; the fact that Samantha might be cheating on her only
son, or the way these two women kissing made her feel... down there.  God
knows, no man, including her husband, had made her feel that way in a very
long time.  She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten really wet.
Now, this... barely PG-13 scene between two women was exciting her?

She shook her head.  She had to talk to Samantha.  At the very least to
find out whether or not she was cheating on James.

She ran down to the beach, stopping outside the dressing room.  Inside she
heard a woman moaning in unmistakable sexual lust.  Melissa closed her eyes
and imagined the scene inside.  The blonde, sitting on one of those beach
chairs, her legs splayed wide open, Samantha kneeling between them, licking
with long,... slow,... sensitive strokes.  Samantha's fingers would gently
probe and fondle the woman's legs, touching her in places of enjoyment that
only another woman would know about.

Then the scene shifted.  Instead of the blonde in the chair, it became
Melissa herself.  Samantha was still between her legs, and the blonde now
stood behind her, rubbing and fondling her tits.

Melissa snapped her eyes open and shook her head.  Now where had that come
from?  Melissa wasn't a lesbian.  She was happily married.

Okay, maybe saying "happily" married was stretching it.  But she was
married and Jack was the father of her only child.  So as much as she... as
she... disliked the man, she had a duty to stick by him.  And as much as
this imaginary lesbian scene was turning her on, she had to stop Samantha
from cheating on her son.

She banged on the door.  "Samantha.  It's Melissa Smith, your mother-in-law."

"Uhm, wait a second, Mrs. Smith.  I'll be out in a few seconds."

Melissa heard a couple people bustling about inside.  She was tempted to
burst in, but decided to wait.  There were no other exits to this booth
other than the one she was standing in front of.  So she'd soon see whoever
Samantha was having sex with in there.

Melissa heard the lock being undone on the inside of the booth.  The door
opened, and sure enough, there stood Samantha.  "Hello, Mrs. Smith."

"Hello, Samantha."  Melissa made a somewhat blatant attempt to look over
Samantha's shoulder.  "Uhm, I was pretty sure I heard someone else in
there.  Who was it?"

A figure did step out from behind Sam, but it wasn't the blonde Melissa had
seen before.  "Hi, mom.  Just me."

"Hello, James."  Melissa stepped up and hugged her son.

"We were just, uh,... catching some private time before we went to meet you."

"Oh, please, son, I may be old, but I'm not that old.  You two were doing
what any newlyweds would be doing.  You were breeding like bunny rabbits."

James blushed red.  "Mother!"

Sam wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.  "Doesn't he blush cute?"

Melissa smiled.  "It's okay, son.  I promise that over the cruise we won't
torment you too much."

"Yeah, sure."

"So why are we all going on this cruise?"

"Well, this is the anniversary of the day I proposed to Sam.  And I figured
that you and dad could use the trip.  Even though dad's been retired for a
couple years now, with the exception of our wedding, you two haven't left
the house in decades."

"Well, you know how your dad is.  Once he gets settled into a pattern, he
doesn't like to bother changing."

"Yeah, including a pattern of playing around on you."

"Now, James, that's between me and your father."

"Yeah, but I don't have to like it."

"Nobody's asking you to."

"Mom, why don't you leave him?"

Melissa sighed. "Son, I'm a woman in my late fifties, with no applicable
job skills.  What am I going to do for income if I leave your father?"

"Mom, you could easily get more than enough alimony from dad's retirement
income to live on comfortably for the rest of your life.  And even if you
got no alimony, you could move in with Sam and me for as long as you
needed.  You're still a beautiful woman, mom.  Even if you felt you had to
have a man, you could land one in no time."

"Son, even if that were true, and I don't doubt that it is, I'm from the
old school where you don't just walk out on your husband.  The whole till
death do you part thing.  So come on.  Your father's on his morning jog.
Let's change the subject.  Okay?"

"Okay, mom."

"Let's discuss where we're going to eat."

Sam said, "Oh, I know just the place.  There's this pizza place up on the
boardwalk.  The sausage and mushroom pizza is just to die for."

"Lead the way, Samantha."

"Please.  Call me Sam, Mrs. Smith."

"Only if you call me mom."

"Okay, I'm going to get our stuff and pack it in the car.  I'll meet you
there."

As Sam and Melissa walked off, James went inside and got their stuff.  He
then got out his cell phone, dialed a special number, and waited for it to
pick up.  When it did, he said, "Mistress Elaine, it's James.  Do it."

***************

AT MISTRESS ELAINE'S PRIVATE CLINIC...

Mistress Elaine stood over an unconscious Jack Smith.  "Well, Mr. Smith, it
appears that your wife is determined to stand by you despite your
philandering, macho ways."

Elaine signaled to Susan, her lab assistant, who brought over a syringe
full of some specially designed chemicals that Elaine had invented.  "You
know," she said, still talking to the unconscious man, "as a scientist and
a modern woman, I'm glad she didn't.  But as a compassionate human being, I
can't help wondering if you wouldn't have liked it better if she had dumped
your silly ass."

Elaine stuck the end of the syringe into Jack's arm and pumped him full of
the drug.  One hour later, after the first drug had saturated his body,
Elaine took two syringes, and injected Jack's chest, each one going under
the nipple.  Elaine then took a third and fourth syringe and injected Jack
in his hips and waist.  Then with one last syringe, injected him under his
jaw.

Susan asked, "Is that it?"

"Not quite.  We'll wait one hour then inject him with the reversal agent."

"Why inject him with all the chemicals, just to inject him with the
reversal agent?"

"Because the reversal agent we're going to inject him with is only one half
of the entire compound.  The other half goes into his wife."

"How are we going to arrange to inject her?"

"The other half can be administered orally.  And unlike most of my
compounds is thin enough to be mixed into an herbal tea."

"So what will these compounds do?"

"I suspect you'll have a chance to find out."

"Me?"

"Both you and Elizabeth are due for some vacation time.  So I'm sending the
two of you on the cruise with James and Samantha.  My guess is that in a
few days you'll be able to see first hand what the compounds have done."

Susan gave Elaine a lascivious look.  "Will we be in the same cabin as the
happy couple?"

Elaine laughed.  "You are an incorrigible fiend at times.  No, you two will
have a suite of your own.  James and Samantha will be in one suite, and
Tracie will be in a cabin of her own."

"A separate cabin for Tracie?  But why?"

"Because James' mother, who is unaware of the existence of Tracie, will be
in the suite right next to the happy couple.  Which means you must also be
careful of open displays of affection with any of them, Tracie included."

Susan smiled and stuck out her tongue at Elaine.  "Spoilsport."

Elaine just smiled.

****************

AN HOUR LATER, AT THE BEACH...

As they talked, Sam said, "Well, it's time for this little lady to go use
the bathroom.  Care to join me, Mrs-  mom?"

"No, dear.  But thanks for offering."

After Sam got up, gave James a kiss, and went off to the restroom, Melissa
said, "Dear, there's something I have to ask you about Sam."

"Sure, go ahead."

"How do I put this?  Would Sam ever be willing to, uhm, spend time with a
girl?"

"I think I understand what you're asking, and yes, she's bisexual.  Why?
You interested?"  James winked at his mother.

"James, don't be crude.  But I was wondering, now that you two are married,
how does she deal with her... lesbian leanings?"

"We share lovers."

"What?"

James smiled.  "We're both allowed to find lovers outside our marriage.
The only rule is that whoever we find is someone we have to be able to
share.  Someone willing to have sex with either or both of us."

"So if I were to tell you that I saw her being... rather amorous with a
young lady on the beach today?"

"Tall lady, blonde, big tits?"

"That's her."

"That's Tracie.  I know her well.  In fact it was Tracie who helped us
through a really bad rough spot that we had that nearly broke us up."

"And you don't have a problem with the two of them having sex?"  James
shook his head.  "What if Sam were to find some guy willing to have sex
with you?"

James smiled.  "It's already happened, mom."

Melissa was clearly shocked.  "You've had sex with guys?"

"Yup.  Does that shock you?"

"Yes!"

"Now you know how I felt when you mentioned me and Sam doing it like bunny
rabbits."

Melissa shook her head.  "Okay, okay.  But are you kidding?  Have you
really had sex with guys?"

"Yes, mom, I have.  Although both Sam and I prefer other women for our
extra-marital liaisons, we BOTH have brought other men into the affair."

"Well, now I'm just confused."

James laughed a bit as his cell phone rang.  He answered, "Hello."  Sam
walked back to the table.  "Yeah.  Yeah, okay.  We'll be there as soon as
we can."

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"Apparently dad was attacked while jogging in the park."

Melissa said, "What?  Where is he?  Is he okay?"

"Relax, mom.  He's fine.  He lucked out.  He was found by Elaine.  She took
him to her private clinic.  He'll get better care there then at any
hospital in the state."

"Elaine?"

"A friend of both Sam and me.  She was at the wedding.  Perhaps you
remember her?  Tall woman, 'bout my height, long, auburn hair, rather...
well endowed."

"Oh, yes.  I remember."  Melissa did remember, and what she remembered
disturbed her.  She remembered Jack and Elaine talking.  Jack was being his
usual jackass of a self, but Elaine didn't let it get to her.  She didn't
even have that guarded civility that many women put up to keep from making
a scene when dealing with her sexist husband.  She seemed so in control, so
authoritative, so... attractive.  She was the first woman Melissa could
ever remember being attracted to, in that way.

She shook her head.  What was she doing?  Her husband was lying in a
hospital bed somewhere and she was fantasizing about a woman she barely
knew.  "Come on," she said, getting up and heading to the cars.

If she hadn't been so worried about her husband or so disturbed by her
burgeoning sexuality, she might've noticed the knowing look passing between
her son and daughter-in-law.

***********

A HALF HOUR LATER, AT ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Melissa rushed into the clinic, and was quickly sent back to the room where
Jack was sleeping soundly.  "Is he okay?" she asked of the nurse.

>From the door, she heard, "He's fine.  He's just sleeping off a sedative I
gave him."

Melissa turned to the door.  Oh, god, it was her.  Elaine.  Melissa felt
herself getting wet just looking at her.  She turned back to Jack, mostly
to hide the lustful feelings she was experiencing.  "Why a sedative?" she
asked.

"He got a nasty bump on his head, and was complaining about a headache.  I
felt it was best if he got his rest, so I gave him a sedative.  Hello, Sam,
James."  Elaine gave them both a hug.

"So how long is he going to be out?" James asked.

"I figure about 8 hours."

"Damn!" Sam said.  "That means we're going to miss our boat."

"Oh, yes, your cruise.  There's no need to miss it.  You three go ahead and
catch your boat.  As soon as your father wakes up, I'll have him sent out
on a helicopter straight to the ship."

"But I can't leave my husband."

"Nonsense, you're not leaving anyone.  So your husband misses the first day
or two of your cruise.  He could probably stand the relaxation anyways."

"I don't know."

"Well, if you want, you may stay here.  But it is my expert opinion that
you'll only be wasting your time.  I'll be in my office if you have any
problems.  James, I have those contracts whenever you're ready to sign
them."

James just nodded.  After Elaine left, James said, "Mom, come on."

"What?  I can't just leave my husband when he's in this state."

"What state?  He's asleep, mom.  He'll be fine.  And you do no one any good
just sitting by a sleeping body."

"But-"

"No buts.  Mom, if I have to, I will sling you over my shoulder and carry
you kicking and screaming onto the boat."

"You wouldn't!"  After a quick look at James' face, she said, "You would."
She sighed and said, "Okay.  Our stuff is packed and at the hotel, we'll
need to pick it up before we go."

"Okay,  I'll go sign those contracts for Elaine, then we can go get them."

"All right."

Jack walked down the hall to Elaine's office.  "Hello, Mistress," he said
as he walked into the room.

Elaine gave him an exasperated look.  "When are you and Sam going to stop
referring to me as Mistress?  You know I've given you both permission to do
so."

"Yeah, but I got to throw in with Sam.  It just doesn't seem right
referring to you any other way.  I have to work at it just to remember when
someone else is in the room.  I almost slipped just now with mom."

Elaine just smiled.  "Alright.  I've got to admit, I kind of get a kick out
of it.  Here are the contracts."

James quickly signed the contracts.  "You know, you have made me a very
rich man with what you have bought from me since we first met."

"Anything for a friend.  Now can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Let me get some blood samples of both you and Tracie before you head off
on your vacation."

"Not a problem.  Here or in your lab?"

"Here's fine."  Elaine got out a bag with her medical supplies in it.
James extended his arm to her, and she drew a syringe full of his blood.
"Okay, now Tracie."

James removed his shirt, then closed his eyes.  Elaine watched as his body
transformed before her eyes.  His chest expanded into breasts fully a cup
size larger than her own D cup.  His waist shrunk down and his hips
widened.  The muscles on his legs and arms compacted, giving his limbs a
tapered look.  His face took on a much rounder appearance.  Suddenly,
standing before Elaine, was a beautiful little sex pot of a woman.  The
only thing not fitting the image was her short, manly haircut.  Elaine
said, "Every time I see you do that, I'm amazed.  How do you do it?"

In a lighter, sexy voice, James' alter ego, "Tracie" said, "I have no idea
how.  I just do it.  Besides Tracie is your creation.  Yours and Sam's.
Don't you have any ideas?"

"Some, but nothing that's panned out."

"Well, Tracie has been a welcome addition to our lives."

"I can imagine.  Without Tracie you two would have gone your separate ways."

A year ago, almost to the day, James had broken up with Sam for no other
reason than she didn't want to let him have sex with her (she had her
reasons, he had to admit), so, for reasons of her own, Sam went to
"Mistress" Elaine, a master biochemist whose work was decades ahead of
anything being done by anyone else, and had her kidnap James then inject
him with a compound that had turned him into Tracie, a she-male beauty with
implanted commands that would make her subservient and controllable.

The original plan was to teach him a lesson then to set it up so that Sam
or Elaine could transform him back and forth between his two forms, giving
him some time as James, but having to spend most of his time as Tracie, the
sex slave.

But something happened.  Somewhere along the way James and Tracie merged
psychologically.  James understood the lessons that Sam wanted to teach
him, and, somehow, gained control of the transformation, and could switch
back and forth between the two forms at will.  James also gained Tracie's
strong empathy for those around her, particularly when the person was a
lover.

After Sam had revealed herself, a she-male who was the handiwork of
Mistress Elaine, to what she thought was a subservient Tracie, James
understood how he had hurt Sam, and fell in love with her all over again.
He revealed his secret to Sam and proposed to her.

It was also Tracie's empathy that brought them to their current place.  At
their reception, James' father, Jack, had acted like his usual sexist self,
causing all sorts of problems amongst the female guests, and to James, with
his psychic empathy, it was total hell.  Jack finally pushed his son over
the edge when he told his new wife that she should just give up her
successful law practice to be a good stay at home wife for James.  So, in
return for allowing Mistress Elaine to study how he controlled his
transformation and splitting the costs of the drugs involved, Elaine would
use her biochemical know-how to teach Jack a well deserved lesson of his
own.  Sam knew about this, of course, but his mother was still clueless.

"So," James asked as Elaine took "Tracie's" blood, "any other theories on
what allows me to do this?"

"A few.  But they'll take more extensive testing that'll have to wait till
you get back."

"So what's this for?"

"Just regular testing to judge changes in your biochemical state."

"I just realized something.  In the year that I have known you, I don't
think I have yet to see you take a break.  When was the last time you took
a vacation?"

Elaine stopped and thought about it.  "About... ten years ago."

"So why don't you come with us?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I've got too much work to do here.  Although,
I've got to admit, I'd really like to get to know your mother better.  Is
she really in her fifties?"

"Uh-huh.  Fifty-eight next April."

"Amazing.  I would've pegged her as being almost twenty years younger than
that.  Only the silvering of her hair is any mark of her true age."

"Yeah, if only it were for the right reasons."

"What do you mean?"

"She's always been younger then she looked, but about ten years back, she
started getting various types of plastic surgery to stay looking young.
But she did it at dad's request.  Face lifts, tummy tucks, even breast
implants and butt work.  Not that doing so made any impression on him."

"James, the more I learn of your father, the less I like him."

"At least you haven't had to live with him for the last two and a half
decades.  So how're you going to get my mom medicated?"

"Already being done.  Your mother is being given a nice herbal tea to calm
her frazzled nerves.  An herbal tea laced with the compound she needs."

"Excellent."

Elaine put the vials of blood into a special refrigerator.  "Okay you can
change back now."

James concentrated and returned to his masculine form.  "You sure you won't
join us on our cruise?"

"I'm sure.  But thanks for the offer."

James wandered back to his father's room, thinking about Mistress Elaine.
He was going to have to make a couple calls to Linda and Susan.  For all
that she had done, Elaine deserved a vacation.

*************

LATER THAT DAY, ON THE SHIP...

Melissa walked in on James and Sam while they were unpacking.  "Hey, kids."

"Hey, mom," James said.

"Well, I'm finished with my unpacking.  Do you two need any help?"

"Naw, mom.  We're just finishing up."

Melissa noticed an unopened suitcase.  "What about that?" she said, picking
it up.

"Don't bother with that one, mom."

"Nonsense.  The quicker we get it done, the quicker we can get to having
fun."  She popped the suitcase open.  "Lingerie and women's bathing suits?"
She picked up one of the suits.  "Uhm, seems a little large for you,
Samantha.  In more ways than one."

"That's because it's not mine."

Melissa looked to her son.  "Don't tell me you're wearing women's clothes,
James?"

James smiled.  "It's Tracie's.  She spends a lot of time over at our house
and leaves quite a bit of her clothes there.  This is the stuff she wanted
to take along, and since we weren't sure of her cabin assignment at the
time, we just packed it up and had it sent here."

Melissa said, "She spends a lot of time at your house?  I think I want to
meet this girl."

"Why don't we go meet her?  She should be unpacking in preparation for
departure."

"Okay.  I think that'd be great."  James could tell by his mother's tone
that she wasn't too sure about Tracie, but was pretty sure she wasn't going
to like what she learned.

They all quickly changed into clothes for walking on deck.  Samantha
changed into a bathing suit and a matching skirt.  James got into shorts
and a polo shirt.  And Melissa got into a yellow sun dress.  Melissa looked
at her son and asked, "James, did you shave your legs?"

Samantha said, "Oh, I asked him to do that.  I'm afraid his leg hairs...
irritate me when we're having sex."

"And you did that for her?"

"Sure, mom.  It's not that big a deal."  Melissa sighed.  "What?"

"It's just that your father's leg hairs irritate me also, but I doubt he'd
be so accommodating."

"Probably not.  Shall we go?"

They went down a couple floors to Tracie's room.  They knocked on the door,
but after a while, when they got no response, James said, "Maybe she's
wandering the deck before departure.  Why don't you two do the same, and
I'll check with the purser to see if she's checked in.  Even if you don't
find her, it'll give you a chance to get familiar with the ship."

"Okay, hun," Samantha said.  "Come on, mom."  And before Melissa could
protest, she was dragged off to the deck.

As soon as his wife and mom were out of sight, James looked around, pulled
out a room key and unlocked the door.  Going inside he quickly stripped off
his clothes.  He closed his eyes, and Tracie came forth.  He grabbed one of
"Tracie's" suitcases, and opened it up.  He grabbed a matching bra and
panty set and quickly put them on.  Then, looking through "her" clothes,
Tracie decided on a sun dress similar to the one his mother had on.  He
decided to forgo a slip even though his mother was wearing one.  He reached
back, zipped up, then got out his blonde wig and put it on.  Putting on a
light application of make-up, Tracie finally felt ready to face the world.

She went out and went up on deck.  She made sure to check in with the
purser as Tracie, then found a place on deck to watch as the ship pulled
out.  It didn't take long before she heard Sam's voice.  "Tracie!"

Tracie turned and waved to her wife and best friend.  Sam and Melissa came
over, and Tracie surprised them by wrapping her arm around them and
planting a kiss on Sam's lips.  They had discussed it earlier and decided
that they would keep it low key while Melissa was around.  But Tracie/James
had been away from Sam too long.  Even the half hour they had been apart
was too much and she just couldn't resist taking a taste of Sam's mouth.

"Hey, love," Tracie said.

"Uhm,... yes,... well...  Tracie, I'd like you to meet Melissa Smith,
James' mother."

Tracie extended her hand.  "Finally glad to meet you, Mrs. Smith.  James
has nothing but the kindest words for you."

Melissa gulped.  She had intended to confront this woman, and find out what
kind of role she played in her son's marriage.  But now, standing in front
of this tall, blonde beauty, all she could do was envision the same scene
she had at the beach, Sam between her legs and Tracie behind her fondling
her tits.  She shook it off, and took Tracie's hand.  "Charmed."

Melissa wondered what she was going to say when she heard another voice
yell out, "Sam!  Tracie!"  She turned and saw two women headed towards
them.  The first was a beautiful brunette about Sam's height, maybe a
little smaller.  The second was a tall (6'4" at least) blonde with mammoth
tits (porn star huge tits).  And Melissa found herself growing
uncomfortably wet just looking at them.

As soon as they got close Sam hugged the brunette and Tracie hugged the
blonde.  Sam said, "Mom, I'd like to introduce you to two of our best
friends.  The sexy brunette is Susan."  Melissa took Susan's hand.  "And
the amazonian blonde is Elizabeth, her wife."

Melissa took Elizabeth's hand, then said, "Wife?"

Elizabeth said, "It's not an officially recognized marriage, of course.
But I serve at home as Elizabeth's good and dutiful wife.  So that's what I
prefer to refer to myself as."

"Well, that's... uhm,...  Well, I'm not sure what it is.  But as long as
you're happy together."

"Ecstatic."

Melissa didn't know what to say.  Especially since she was envisioning the
two women rolling around naked on a bed.  "Well,... I'm happy for you."
What was going on?  Why couldn't she control herself?  All right, she might
be able to accept that she had lesbian feelings, but was she destined to
lose control every time she met a beautiful woman?

Together, the five of them watched the ship pull out of dock, but Melissa
was so confused, she didn't even wonder where her son was.

************

BACK AT ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Jack slowly worked his way back to consciousness.  When he opened his eyes
he looked up to see a beautiful, tall, auburn-haired beauty looking down at
him.

"Mr. Smith?  Are you okay?"

"Where am I?  Last thing I remember was being attacked by two men while I
was jogging in the park."

"You were attacked.  Do you recall who did it?"

"No.  They got me from behind and knocked me out before I knew what was
happening.  But how did I get here?"

"I found you at the park and brought you here."

Jack looked at her and said, "I know you, don't I?"

"I was wondering if you'd remember.  My name is Elaine.  We met at your
son's wedding."

"Oh, yeah, the... scientist, or something or other."

"Yes, that's me.  Well, Mr. Smith, one of the doctors I keep here has
cleared you to leave any time you wish.  I promised your wife and son that
I would fly you out to the ship as soon as you were ready.  I'd suggest you
file a report with the police first."

"Fly me out?"

"Yes.  I'm afraid the doctor administered a sedative earlier.  The ship you
were supposed to be on right now has already left port.  And since your
wife was going to do no one any good sitting here fretting over you, your
son and daughter-in-law took her to the ship.  So as soon as you're ready,
I can have a helicopter ready to depart."

"Oh, no rush.  I mean, after all, I've still got to make that police
report, don't I?"

"Of course.  Well, whenever you're ready, just come back here and I'll have
a helicopter waiting for you."

Elaine walked out of the room shaking her head.  The man was so
transparent.  He clearly planned on spending at least a few days away from
his wife to fool around.  Just like James said he would.

She walked back to her office and pulled out a couple sheets of her
personal stationery.  She thought about it then began to compose the
letters for Jack.  Usually she would handle this personally as she had done
so many times before, but James had recommended letters instead feeling
that Jack would be more likely to react as they wanted if he had to face it
in writing.  She wasn't sure she agreed, but James knew his father.

When she was finished, she found that Jack was already gone.  Well, it was
time for her to leave anyways.  She got her stuff together and went down to
the car.  She gave her chauffeur a quick kiss, and then got in and went
home.

When she got there, she went in and collapsed in her chair.  Linda, the
head of her household staff, a beautiful Native American Elaine had
"converted" to a she-male, came up to her with a pot of tea, and set it
beside her.  "Good evening, ma'am.  Rough day at work?"

"Not rough so much as filled."  As Linda poured her a cup of tea, Elaine
said, "Ah, Linda, you always seem to know what I need."

"That's what makes me so good at my job."

And if Elaine had not been so tired, she might've noticed the strange taste
to the tea.  But when she fell into a deep sleep, her only thoughts were
about the lab work she had planned for tomorrow.  Lab work she would not
have the chance to get done.

**************

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Jack wandered the strip, looking for a hooker to pick up.  He wanted a
pretty one, but any would do.  He found a pretty, young blonde (most likely
underage, not that he cared), and took her to an alley to fuck.

The girl reached over and undid his pants, freeing his dick.  She then
leaned over, took his dick in her mouth and sucked him till he sprayed into
her mouth.  He remained hard as he slid over towards the passenger seat,
with the hooker climbing up and over him, straddling his legs.  She then
lowered herself down onto his dick (she was wearing crotchless panties).
He grabbed her hips and started pumping her up and down, paying no
attention to what she was getting out of it.  Soon he was spraying deep
into her.

After he was finished, he paid the girl, drove her back to her corner, then
drove home.  When he got there, he noticed that his dick was still hard,
and he was still horny.  It surprised him, because he usually was good only
for a maximum of two orgasms, usually only one.  He got into bed, played
with himself until he came, then fell asleep.

**************

NEXT MORNING, ON A HELICOPTER FLYING OVER THE OCEAN...

Elaine woke, a pasty taste in her mouth, and a beating sound in her ears.
She had enough experience with drugs to realize from the taste in her mouth
that she had been drugged.  But it took her a few seconds to realize that
the beating sound she heard came from the high speed whirling of the
helicopter blades.

As she fought her way back to a full awareness of reality around her, she
heard a voice say, "Good morning, ma'am..  Did you sleep well?"

It took her a few seconds to identify the voice.  "Norma," her personal
helicopter pilot, "what's going on here?"

"A vacation, ma'am."

"You just got finished with a vacation."

"Not for me, ma'am.  For you."

"What?  I am far too busy for a vacation!  Return me home at once!"

"No, ma'am."

"What?!  Are you disobeying me?!"

"Yes, ma'am.  I am."

"You realize you're risking your job by disobeying me?"

"Yes, ma'am.  And normally obedience to your wishes always takes first
precedence in my life.  But before your wishes must come your health and
well being.  You have not had a vacation in over a decade.  Both Susan and
Linda agree that there is nothing going on in your life that can't wait
till after the cruise is over."

"The cruise?  Is this James' idea?!"

"It started with him, ma'am, but there isn't a one of us that doesn't agree
with it."

Elaine shook her head.  "Alright already.  I give.  I know when I'm licked.
How long till we reach the ship?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Elaine just smiled.  Fifteen minutes later the helicopter landed on the
cruise ship.  Before she got out Elaine leaned forward and said, "Norma,
you're not going to lose your job for this, but when I get back, you,
Linda, and anyone else involved in this little conspiracy are due for a
serious spanking."

Norma grinned.  "Promises, promises."

"Now give me a kiss before I go."  Norma leaned over and back a little and
kissed Elaine on the lips.

Elaine got out and was met by the captain.  Norma got out and started
unloading her luggage.  "Good morning, Miss..."

"Elaine.  Just Elaine."

"Miss Elaine.  Your suite is ready, just as your personal secretary arranged."

"Yes, very good.  Captain, I'm looking for Mr. James Smith.  I know he's on
board.  Would you happen to know where he is?"

"Mr. Smith?  The name is familiar."  The captain thought for a moment.  "I
believe he has the suite next to yours.  As to where exactly he is on the
ship, I wouldn't hazard a guess.  But it's still early, so if he's the type
to sleep in, he might still be in his room."

"He isn't, but I will check there first."

Melissa was making the bed in her room.  She knew the housekeeping staff
would take care of it, but 40+ years of habitual room keeping wasn't
something that just went away.  Besides, James and Sam deserved some time
alone.  It was the anniversary of their deciding to marry, after all.

It was then that she heard the knock on the door.  Figuring it was
housekeeping, she said, "Come."  The door opened and she turned, and was
shocked by what she saw.  It was Elaine, the tall, sexy, beautiful woman
who ran the clinic where her husband was (at least that was where she
thought he was).

"Mrs. Smith?  Do you remember me?"  Melissa could only nod.  "I'm looking
for your son.  Do you know where he is?"

"U...  Up on deck.  By the pool."

"Thank you."

As Elaine turned to leave, Melissa asked, "Why are you here?"  The question
was a little rude, and Melissa could tell by the look Elaine gave her.  "I
mean, why are you looking for my son here?"

"Isn't this his room?"

"No.  He and Sam are next door."

"Oh.  My apologies.  The captain said he'd be in the room next to mine."

"You're... next door?"

"Mm-hmm.  Guess that makes us neighbors."

"So, uhm, why weren't you here for departure?"

"To be honest, I didn't plan on coming at all."

"Then why are you here?"

"I made the mistake of confessing to your son that I hadn't had a vacation
in over ten years, so he and some of my staff conspired to get me here
against my will.  So I plan on finding him and slapping him for it.  Only
playfully, of course."

Melissa smiled.  "Well you have his mother's permission to spank him, as well."

Elaine gave a light hearted laugh that sounded to Melissa like silver
Christmas bells.  "Only if he wants it, and only if we're alone."  Elaine
winked at Melissa.  Melissa blushed.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I've shocked you.
You're so young looking, that I forget that you're from an older generation
than I am."

"No problem."  Actually, it hadn't been the mere fact of the spanking that
had caused her to blush.  It had been the sexual excitement she had gotten
from the image of her son over this woman's knees, getting a spanking.

"See you on deck?"

"Yes."  She hadn't planned on going up on deck, but for some reason, she
just couldn't say no to Elaine.  God help her if Elaine ever did ask for
sex.  Melissa wasn't even sure she could say no to that any more.

It was only after Elaine had left that Melissa realized that she had
forgotten to ask how Jack was.

******************

AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM...

Jack woke, and noticed a strange sensation in his body.  It was centered in
his chest, but his entire body seemed to throb and tingle.  He reached up
to scratch his chest and his hands bumped into something.  And whatever it
was, the sensation was transferred directly to him.  He rolled over to turn
on the light, and his chest felt strange.  Like it wanted to go in a
direction entirely different from the one he wanted to go.  He clicked on
the light and looked down.

"Oh, God!" he thought.  "I've got tits!  Big tits!"  He sat up and touched
himself.  He felt the sensation of his fingers.  He rubbed and eventually
pinched his tits, feeling every bit of it.  Well, if they were fakes, they
were very good fakes.

He got up and went into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
What he saw shocked him.  The changes went further than just his having
tits.  His face was now rounder, softer, more... feminine.  He still looked
mostly like himself, but he definitely looked more effeminate, and,
well,... younger.  Also, his waist and hips had changed, the former
smaller, the latter wider.

How could this have happened to him?  Who had done it?  Somebody wanted him
to be a girl?  But why?

He stopped to think about it.  Wait a minute, that woman, the one he had
waken up to.  What was her name?  Elisa?  Eloise?  Elaine?  Yes, that was
it.  Elaine.  Wasn't she a scientist of some kind?  Was she capable of
doing this?

For some reason, it was getting harder and harder to think.  At first, he
thought it was part of the process of becoming a woman, then he noticed it.
He was playing with his own tits, and the sexual excitement was diverting
his attention.  Well, fine.  If he was going to get distracted by his
sexual needs, then he was going to need to get rid of his sexual excitement.

He left the bathroom and went out to the bed.  He lay on his back, grasped
his dick and started pumping.  He noticed that his body now seemed to take
a little longer to get hard, and his free hand kept wandering to his tit.
At first, he tried to resist, not wanting to deal with the symbology of
getting excited by playing with his own tits.  But after the third or
fourth time of finding his hand on his tit, he decided, "Fuck it," and just
let his hands do what they would.  He pumped his dick while rubbing his
tit, and soon (although not as soon as he usually did) he was spraying
wildly.

Then it happened.  It was a throbbing tingle that started in his balls and
soon spread to the rest of his body.  He lay there and trembled for a few
seconds.  When it stopped, he looked down at himself, then ran to the
bathroom.  He was right!  His tits were larger!  Even his waist and hips
had changed, growing smaller and larger respectively.

He walked out to the bedroom, got dressed in sweats and a T-shirt (which
now barely fit over his tits), then went out to the main area of his room.
He was wondering what he was going to do when he noticed a letter on the
floor by the door.  He picked it up and read it.

"Good morning, Jack,

If my guess is right, you should have a nice pair of tits hanging off your
chest right now.  Let me guess, you went out and found some woman in a bar,
or perhaps even hired a hooker then took her and had sex with her.

Shame on you, Jack.  You're a married woman.  Oops, married man.  Well, if
you won't be a faithful husband, then I will ensure it.

If you haven't figured it out yet, every orgasm you experience will cause
your tits to grow 1 cup size, your waist to shrink 1 inch, and your hips to
expand 1/2 inch.  Your original measurements were 38-36-34, so figure out
your current measurements from that.  The first one won't change.  It'll
just have a cup size added to it.  The second will stop at a minimum of 20
inches, and the last will stop at a maximum of 38, but there is no maximum
to your cup size.  I suggest you be a faithful and celibate husband, for if
your tits grow too large they could damage your back.

Your face will also grow younger and more effeminate after every orgasm.
After all, how are you going to go out with tits if you don't look like a
woman?

Take heart, though.  There is a way to reverse your change.  How?  Simple.
Just orgasm within your wife after pleasuring her.  Your wife, unknown to
her, has been treated with the reversal agent, which will co-mingle with
the agents in your semen and undo what was done to you one stage for every
orgasm.

Be a good husband, Jack.

Love,
Elaine"

So it was that bitch of a scientist who did this to him.  Poor, frustrated
whore probably couldn't find a man, and hated all men for it.

And as for what she did to his face?  Did she really think he would be
going out like this?  His wife would be back in... 6 days.  He could wait
that long.

Curious though, Jack figured it out.  He had had two orgasms last night
with the hooker, one before he went to bed, and one this morning.  That was
four total which gave him measurements of 38D-32-36!  That gave him only
four more orgasms before his hips reached their widest, but 12 more till
his waist reached his smallest.  And twelve more would give him a cup size
of... M!  Did the woman really think he had that little control over
himself?

***************

All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at jrdss@micronet.net

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net



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