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Here's part 1 of the Prequel.  Read and enjoy

Now, onto the boring stuff

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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 Prequel

Samuel Nevada had a secret.  A secret so hidden even he didn't know about
it.  But that's getting ahead of the story.

Sam had just finished the last of his finals in his Law classes and with
only one year left before he could take his BAR had decided to celebrate by
bar hopping that night.  Dressed in his best "cruisin'" clothes he had gone
from bar to bar, looking for a woman to take home and fuck.  Usually, he
didn't have a problem with it, but tonight, all the women seemed resistant
to his best advances.

He had made it to a strange bar on the far side of town and was about to go
home when he saw her, a tall (at 6', she stood 4" over him), statuesque
brunette with big tits (easily a D cup) and a figure to match.  He walked
over to her.  "Hey, babe, come here often?"

She turned to him and gave him an inquisitive look.  "Often enough.  Why?"

"Well, I was just wondering what your plans for the night were."

She looked him up and down.  "Oh, I don't know.  Find some guy, take him
home, ply him with drinks and then have long, satisfying sex.  Interested?"

Sam was shocked and intrigued.  Never had he found a woman so forward and
open about sex.  Most seemed content to just let him take the lead.  This
one seemed strangely... refreshing.  He extended his arm to the lady.
"With a woman as beautiful as you?  Most certainly."

The woman took his arm and started leading him outside.  "I'll drive."  Sam
was flabbergasted, but allowed himself to be lead outside.  The woman
walked him to an expensive sports car that must have cost her easily in the
$40-50,000 range, making Sam glad that they hadn't returned to his own used
car.

The woman opened the passenger door for him.  Despite the strangeness of
it, Sam allowed her to help him into the car.  She closed the door behind
him, then got in on the driver's side.

"Wait a minute," he said, "what about my car?"

She gave him a smile that melted him inside.  "We can come back for that
later."  Sam could only nod as she pulled out.

They drove in silence out to the richest part of town.  When Sam noticed
where they were going, he was glad that they had not gone back for his car.
This part of town was fenced in and patrolled by rent-a-cops.  Even if he
could've managed to get in, he probably would've been followed by some
security guard for every inch of the drive.

They pulled up in front of a mansion.  Sam sat in stunned silence at the
size of the house as the woman got out and opened the door.  "Nice place,"
he murmured as she led him up the front steps of the house.

"Why, thank you," she replied.

They went inside and into a parlor.  "Have a seat while I make us some
drinks," she said.

Sam sat down on a couch as she went over to a bar and mixed some drinks.
While she worked, he looked around.  Everything in the house bespoke
wealth.   Every stick of furniture was an antique; the rugs, even the
drapes were a rich tapestry of silk.  He was still ogling the place when
the woman returned with the drinks.

It had a strange greenish color and Sam sniffed at it.  "Mmmm.  Creme de
Menthe."

"Drink up," she said as she drained her own drink.

Sam shrugged and drained his drink.  The woman sat beside him on the couch
and started rubbing his crotch.  "Tell me something," she said.

"Anything."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Very."

"Do you like my tits?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Would you like a pair of your own?"

"I... huh?"

"Would you like a pair of your own?"

"What're you talking about?"  Sam noticed an itching in his chest and
reached up to scratch it.  As he did so he saw that his shirt was starting
to tent away from his chest.  He watched in fascination as he actually grew
tits.  He seemed stunned until his shirt burst open, exposing two mammaries
easily as large as the woman's.  "Oh, my god!"  Then Sam noticed it.  "My
voice!  It's so high!  What did you do to it?  What did you do to me?"  Sam
grabbed his crotch and breathed a sigh of relief.  The seat of his manhood
was sill there.

"I've made you into my little play toy.  And if you want to be returned to
normal then you will obey me implicitly.  Come with me."  She got up and
left the room.

Unable to do anything but comply, Sam got up and followed.  They went
upstairs and into a very effeminately decorated room.  "This," she said,
"will be your room while you are here as my girl."

"And how long will that be?"

"Well if you could pay the reversal fee, you could make the return to
manhood tonight."

"How much is it?"

"A quarter of a million."

"Dollars?!"

"No, pesos.  Yes, dollars."

"Please, have mercy.  I'm just a poor college student."

"Well, if you can't afford it this year, how do you expect to afford it
next year?"

"Next year?"

"Yes.  You'll need a dose every year to prevent your body from returning to
this state.  Further, if you don't get the reversal agent or at least a
delaying agent every 24 hours, this becomes permanent."

"Permanent?!" Sam squeaked.  "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Well, I go out every once in a while and find some sexist pig and
transform him into my she-male toy."

"Sexist pig?  I'm no sexist pig.  What are you?  Some man-hater that thinks
that all men are pigs?"

She gave him an inquisitive look.  "Perhaps you're right.  Perhaps I have
misjudged you.  Tell me the truth now, and you may get the reversal agent
for free for the rest of your life."

"Okay."

"Were you prepared to have sex with me tonight?"

"Truthfully, yes."

"Okay, then if you can do just one thing for me, you'll have earned those
free dosages for life."

"Anything."

"Just tell me my name."  Sam stammered for a bit, before she said, "Mm-hmm.
You were prepared to go to bed with a woman whose name you didn't even
know, just because she looked like this."  The woman waved her hands down
her body to make her point.

"Yeah, well, what's my name?"

"Samuel Nevada.  One year away from getting his Law degree from the local
state college.  Has maintained a grade point average of at least 3.5 since
graduating high school.  And in the last year you have had sex with 230
different women, not one of which became a relationship."  Sam was stunned.
"I cull my conquests rather seriously.  Now let's get you dressed.  Get out
of those men's clothes.  They look silly on you."

Sam stood there for a few seconds before she said, "Oh, come now, you can't
be shy.  You were just about to expose yourself to me for sex."

Sam shrugged and undressed.  It was then that Sam got a view of some of the
features of his new body.  His arms and legs were now hairless.  His waist
seemed impossibly small in comparison to his hips (which he was sure were
now wider than they were) and his bust.  His feet and hands were both
smaller and more delicate.  And he may have been imagining it, but it
somehow felt as though he ought to be standing on the balls of his feet.

The woman took the clothes and threw them into a chute in the wall marked
"Waste".  She then got a tape measure out of the drawer and proceeded to
measure Sam's new body.  When she was done, she said, "Your new proportions
are 36-30-34.  And you have a C cup.  You're a little wide in the waist,
but that can be handled."

"C cup?  But my tits look as big as yours.  And I'd swear those were D cups."

"They are. But you've got a smaller frame than I do, both in height and
around the torso.  As a result your tits look bigger."

"Oh."

"Now we've got to get your waist size down.  Once we've had you on a
special diet for a couple months, you should be down to the mid-20s, but
till then..."  She went over to the closet and returned with a bright red,
leather corset.

Sam gulped.  "Do I have to wear that?"

She seemed to consider that.  Finally she gave him a lustful look, like a
man might give any beautiful woman.  "Well, if you really want to walk
around in the nude, I think I could get used to that."

Sam blushed and took the corset from her.  He stepped into it and pulled it
up around his waist.  The woman stepped behind him, took the corset's laces
and pulled them as tight as she could as he gasped for air under her
onslaught.  It wasn't until she had tied them off that Sam realized that
the laces were in that place in his back which was hardest to reach.  There
was no way he could get in or out of the corset without someone else's help.

After she was finished tying him in, she went over to the small dresser.
Pointing at the top drawer she said, "This drawer will contain your bras
and panties."  She opened it.  "You'll notice it's empty.  You won't be
needing a bra till you no longer need a corset, the cups on the corset will
provide all the support you need.  And in either case you must earn the
right to wear panties or a bra when not in your corset, which will not be
often."

She closed the first drawer and opened the second.  Inside were some socks
(all small and feminine in style) and stockings.  "This drawer will contain
foot coverings.  Except for shoes, of course, which are kept in the
closet."  She took out a pair of stockings and tossed them to him.  "Put
these on."

Sam sat down and pulled the stockings on.  The stockings were different
from any he had felt on any woman's legs.  Further, they weren't elastic at
the top, and in order to keep them from falling back down, Sam had to
secure them using the elastic straps hanging at the bottom of the corset.
After he was finished, he rubbed his thighs through the stockings.  "These
feel really nice."

"They should.  They're silk."

"Silk?" Sam said, obviously impressed and feeling flattered.  Then, to
attempt to cover his pleasure, he said, as sarcastically as he could, "For
a slave like me?  I'm impressed."

Ignoring his sarcasm, she replied, "Don't be.  I have an image to maintain,
so even my lowliest slave gets the best clothes."  Continuing on, she
pointed to the third drawer.  "This drawer will contain blouses and the
bottom one will contain skirts, and perhaps, if you're very good, slacks.
All must, of course, be earned."

She walked over to the closet and returned with a short, red dress.
"Except for your corsets, stockings and heels, this will be your only
clothing until you earn more.  You will remove it before bed and wash it by
hand, hanging it to dry for the next day.  You will not be allowed to leave
this room without it on.  Doing so is grounds for punishment."

"What kind of punishment?"

"Pray you never find out."  Sam gulped.  The woman returned the dress to
the closet.  "You should go to bed now.  You will have a long day tomorrow."

"What about this?" he said, waving his hands along the corset.

"To get you used to it, you will sleep in it.  At least for a few nights."

Sam wasn't sure he could manage that; the corset was unbelievably tight;
but being afraid to argue, all he said was, "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good.  Very polite."

As she started to walk from the room, Sam asked, "Excuse me, but what is
your name?"

"Now you ask.  My name is Elaine.  For the duration of your stay with me
you will refer to me as Mistress or, more formally, Mistress Elaine."

"Yes, Mistress Elaine."

After she left, Sam noticed and went over to a full length mirror hanging
on the back of the door and got a good look at his new body.  Sam was
stunned.  Except for his hair, he was a looker!  His face had taken on a
rounder, more delicate appearance, and his arms and legs were both much
slimmer and seemed to match his new feminine body perfectly.  He did have
to admit that Mistress (amazing how easily he thought of her by that title)
was right.  Although shapely, even in the corset, to be perfect, he
could've stood to lose a couple inches from his waist.  And as he stood
there a thought came unbidden to his mind, "The red may give me a slutty
look, but blue would've gone much better with my hair and eye color."

Sam stopped and shook his head.  "Was I just critiquing my weight and
clothes like a woman?  I must be more worn out from all this than I
thought."  He walked over to the bed and crawled in and fell asleep.

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THE NEXT DAY...

Sam was awoke by a strange woman's voice.  "Good morning.  Wakey-wakey."
Sam groaned, but crawled to the edge of the bed and sat up.  "How'd you
sleep?" she asked.

"Lousy."

"Not unusual.  It takes a while to get used to sleeping in the corset."

"It wasn't the corset.  That didn't bother me near as much as I thought it
would.  It was these strange dreams."

"Really?  What about?"

"That's just it, I don't remember any details, just some really disturbing
feelings.  Oh, I'm sorry.  You probably already know, but my name's Sam."

The woman, a striking native American woman dressed in a dress that looked
like it was from the pre-civil-war south, complete with large hoop skirt,
said, "Yes, I did know, but it's polite to introduce yourself anyways.  My
name is Linda, but you will refer to me as Lady Linda, or by the honorific,
milady.  I am the head of Mistress's domestic staff and will control your
training for your stay."

"Yes, ma'am."

"No, not ma'am.  Only Mistress is to be referred to as ma'am.  Milady."

"Yes, milady."

"Very good.  And don't worry about the dreams.  Many of our staff had
nightmares the first few nights after their transformation."

"Well, they weren't really nightmares, just disturbing."

"Well, if they continue too long, then we'll worry about it.  For now let's
get you out of that corset and into a fresh one."

"Yes, milady."

The woman helped Sam out of his corset and got out a new one, this one
blue.  After Sam got into it, he caught a look at himself in the mirror.
"I was right," he thought, "blue is a better color for me."

Linda looked through the closet and asked, "Did Mistress issue you a maid's
uniform?"

"No, just that red dress."

"Then let's go get you one.  Follow me."  Linda walked outside the room,
but when Sam didn't follow she turned and said, "Come on."

"No."

Angrily, she asked, "Are you defying me?"

Sam was frightened, but, in a trembling voice, said, "Mistress said I
wasn't to leave the room unless I was wearing that dress."

Linda smiled.  "Very good, Sam.  You passed your first test."  Sam breathed
a sigh of relief.  "Although I am in charge of your day to day life here,
Mistress is always the ultimate authority.  I may give you conflicting
commands because I want to test you or because I haven't been informed as
to what Mistress has ordered.  You are NEVER to disobey Mistress's
commands.  Understand?"

"Yes, milady."

"Further, you may be leant to others.  Unless Mistress says otherwise,
their commands do not override mine."

"Yes, milady."

Linda reentered the room.  "Now let's get you into that dress."

As she got the dress from the closet, Sam asked, "Milady, may I ask a
question?"

"Yes, you may."

"Earlier you mentioned that other members of Mistress's staff had gone
through a transformation like mine.  How many are like me?  Were once men,
I mean."

"All of us."

"All of you?"

"Yes.  Mistress's entire staff is composed of obnoxious, chauvinistic men
who realized they were happier as women.  Not having any legal identity,
Mistress was gracious enough to put us to work on her staff."

"Well, that's not going to happen to me."

As Linda helped Sam into the dress, she said, "Probably not.  Not many do
decide to become women."

"Good.  I was beginning... to think..."  Sam stopped, not wanting to voice
his concerns.

"That we were going to force you to be a woman for the rest of your natural
life?"  Sam nodded.  "No.  As soon as Mistress feels you've learned your
lesson, or three months have passed, whichever takes longer, she'll give
you the reversal agent."

"So I've got to spend at least three months like this?  Even if I learn my
lesson in a week?  Why?"

"Your three-month servitude will repay Mistress for the costs involved in
creating both the transformation and the reversal agents."

Sam wanted to protest, but realized it would be useless.  "So how is my
servitude to start?"

"With breakfast."  Sam raised an inquisitive eyebrow.  Linda smiled and
said, "Mistress wants to speak to you, personally.  You're to serve her at
breakfast, after which, she will speak to you about your duties."

Linda got out a pair of low heels (1/2") and gave them to Sam.  After he
put them on, she said, "Now come along."

Sam followed, amazed at how comfortable he was in the heels, and how easy
it was to walk in them.  When he mentioned it to Linda she snorted and
said, "Wait until you've spent all day in them and then tell me they're
comfortable.  As for finding them easy to walk in..."  She shrugged.
"Maybe you're just a natural."

"That's not funny."

She looked back at him over her shoulder.  "I wasn't trying to be."

They walked through the house until they reached the kitchen, where a
collection of women were running about preparing food.  There was a tray
waiting on a counter with scrambled eggs, toast, juice, and milk on it.
Linda pointed at it.  "This is how Mistress likes her breakfast, when she
has it, that is.  You'll find that she skips a formal breakfast as often as
not to work in her lab.  Notice the firmness of the eggs.  Mistress doesn't
like them much firmer than this, but she detests runny eggs.  The toast
should be approximately this color, and she will want it buttered at the
table, in front of her.  After you take this out there and set it in front
of her, that is what you will do.  Check the juice and make sure there are
no pits.  All this has been done for you today, but this will be your job
on later days."

"What do I do if it doesn't meet up to standards?"

Linda waved her hand to one of the girls in the kitchen and said, "Liz."  A
blonde woman with her hair in a bun, impossibly huge tits (Sam guessed that
they must've been somewhere around an I or J cup) and a stern look in her
eye came over.  She, like everybody but him, was dressed in clothes from
the pre-civil-war south.  "This is Lady Elizabeth.  She is in charge of the
kitchen.  You will rarely find anything seriously out of order, but if you
do inform her."

Sam nodded.  Elizabeth walked up to him, and gave him a cold, impersonal
stare over her huge tits.  "If Mistress ever gets imperfect food, as head
of the kitchen, I get punished.  But then, I will not only punish whoever
prepared the food for their failure, but also you for your failure to catch
it.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Elizabeth hauled off and slapped him.  Sam wondered what he had done when
she said, "Address me as milady!  Only Mistress is ma'am!"

Holding his face, Sam said, "Yes, milady."

As she walked away, Linda said, "She takes her job rather seriously.  Just
make sure you do your job, and you won't have any troubles with her."

Sam watched Elizabeth walk away and despite himself, he felt attracted to
this strong-willed blonde.  He shook himself out of his reverie, and said,
"Yes, Lady Linda."  Without being prompted, Sam picked up the tray, and
said, "Is there anything else?  I don't want to keep Mistress waiting."

Linda smiled, pleased with Sam's initiative.  She picked up a napkin and
spread it over Sam's arm.  "After placing the tray in front of her, place
this in her lap.  Be very careful not to touch her directly unless she
prompts you to do so."

Sam nodded and Linda pointed him through another door.  Sam backed through
it, so as not to risk disturbing the food (as he had seen waiters do in
fancy restaurants) and entered an elaborate dining room.  Sitting at a
huge, antique table was Mistress Elaine.  He walked up and set the tray in
front of her.  As he spread the napkin in her lap, he said, "Good morning,
ma'am."

She neatly folded a paper she was reading and set it to one side.  "Good
morning, Samuel."  Sam breathed a quiet sigh of relief.  He had been
worried that Mistress would force him to take a feminine name, and he
wasn't sure he could deal with that.  "How did you sleep?"

"I had some bad dreams, but Lady Linda assures me that that's not unusual,
and that they'll go away in a few days."

"If they don't, make sure to inform me.  Have a seat."

Sam sat down in the seat nearest to her.  As he watched her eat, he
realized how hungry he was, but remained silent as she finished her meal.
As she wiped her mouth with the napkin, he worked up the nerve to say,
"Ma'am?"

"Yes, Samuel?"

"I know you mentioned that I would be on a special diet, but I'm awfully
hungry, and I was wondering...  Will I be allowed any breakfast, at all?"

"Of course.  Starvation diets don't work.  But you will eat after I do.
Linda will show you where."

"Yes, ma'am."

"After breakfast, my chauffeur will take you to a local beauty salon and
get you fixed up.  Then you will return here and Linda will instruct you in
your day's duties."

"Yes, ma'am."

Mistress Elaine pulled out a bottle full of something green.  "This is your
delaying agent.  It will keep you from becoming a woman permanently, at
least for the next twenty-four hours.  It should be taken on an empty
stomach, so drink up."

Sam took the bottle and quickly downed it.  He felt a brief tingle
throughout his body.  "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're quite welcome."  Mistress stood up, and began to leave the room.
As she passed Sam, she said, "You know, you really do make a striking
woman."  Sam winced a bit.  Not because he hated what she had said, but
because he knew she was right and, somehow, that pleased him more than he
cared to admit.

After she left, Linda walked in.  "Now, would you like to go to the salon,
or have breakfast first?"

"Breakfast, milady."

"As you wish.  Follow me."

Sam got up and followed Linda as she went downstairs into the sub-floors.
Linda walked into a room that looked like the observation rooms on cop
shows, the place where cops and witnesses could observe criminals without
being seen.  Through the observation window Sam saw a man strapped into a
chair.  The man was dressed in a skirt, with no underwear, either panties
or boxers, but was naked from the waist up.  "What's going on?" he yelled.
"Where am I?"

Sam stared at the man as he ranted.  "Look familiar?" Linda asked.

"Yes, he does, but I can't place where from."

"His name is David McCarrey."

"The serial rapist?!"

"Exactly."

Sam remembered the case.  David McCarrey had been a rapist who had been
caught and put on trial.  He had been caught red-handed with evidence for
one rape, and there had been evidence he had committed many more.
Unfortunately, a mistake on the search warrant had gotten the most
substantial evidence thrown out, and he had gone free.  Then, just a couple
days before Sam had gone out on his fateful bar-hopping trip, David
McCarrey had disappeared altogether.

"Mistress brought him here, pumped him full of a special truth serum she
had designed, and found out how many rapes he had committed.  And it's far
more than even the police suspect."

"So now what are you going to do with him?"

"Watch."

Sam watched as a large breasted woman (like Elizabeth, her tits were around
a J cup size) walked in.  The man became profane, then apologetic, then
imploring as the woman prepared a syringe of something, and injected him in
the arm.

After she injected him, the man briefly became profane again before he
suddenly stopped.  An euphoric look crossed the man's face and he sat there
as his chest started growing breasts.  He looked down and smiled stupidly
as his breasts quickly passed Sam's in size.  They continued to grow, past
Mistress's (and Linda's, who also had D cups), till they reached the huge
size sported by Elizabeth and the woman who drugged him to begin with.  But
they didn't stop there.  They continued growing till they were larger even
than his own torso, extending past his own knees and arms in length.  Sam
wondered how big they would get, when they eventually stopped growing.
They were as large as...  Well, Sam couldn't think of anything they were as
large as, but they were so large that the man wouldn't have been able to
touch his own nipples with his fingertips.  And his nipples were now as
impossibly large as the rest of his tits, and looked more like the teats on
a cow's udder than any human nipples.

The woman walked up and unfearfully released the man.  He didn't even stand
(Sam wondered if he could with his new tits).  He just reached up and
massaged the sides of his new tits.  He tried to reach his own nipples and
Sam had been right, he couldn't reach them.  After a few seconds, the man
looked up at the woman and wailed plaintively.

She looked down at him.  "Are your nipples sore?" she asked.  He just
nodded and made another plaintive sound.  "Would you like me to do
something about it?"  The man nodded.  The woman took a scolding tone.
"You remember what you did to those ladies?"  The man got a sad look in his
eyes and lowered his head.  "Remember?!"  The man looked up at her and made
an agreeing noise.

"Why doesn't he say anything?" Sam asked.

"He can't," Linda explained.  "He's undergone a chemical IQ adjustment.
He's literally nothing more than an animal as far as his thought processes
go.  He remembers everything, he just doesn't have the cognitive
capabilities to understand it anymore."

Sam gulped as the woman continued.  "Do you realize what you did was
wrong?"  The man nodded and made his little agreeing noise, but Sam could
tell he would've agreed if the woman had asked if the sky was green and
grass was blue.  "Alright, then.  Come with me."  The man tried to rise,
but couldn't manage it.  He stared at his tits with a mystified look in his
eyes.  The woman waited patiently until the man figured out (and it took
him a few minutes to figure it out) that by placing his own arms under his
tits, and lifting he could manage to stand and walk slowly.

Sam finally got a good look at the man.  Unlike Sam the man still looked
basically male with three exceptions.  The first, and most obvious, was, of
course, his tits.  The second, was his hips, which were now extremely wide.
So wide, in fact, that his skirt was widely flared out, and his penis was
plainly visible.  The third difference was his feet, which were now
extremely wide and long.  They must've been a size 20 or more.

After the rapist and woman left, Linda said, "Come on."

As Sam walked with Linda, he asked, "Why wasn't he made to look like a woman?"

Linda sneered.  "Why give him the privilege?  He's still David McCarrey,
the rapist.  And even though he's got the IQ of a cow, part of him, every
time he looks in a mirror, will see David McCarrey with tits bigger than
any woman he ever raped."

"But why the change to his hips and feet?  And why the skirt?"

"He wears a skirt as a sign of his emasculation.  Although he can
experience orgasm, he is no longer capable of erection.  The feet are made
so much larger to provide extra support for his back.  Those tits will
eventually destroy his back anyways, but the larger feet and the reinforced
muscles in his back will help offset when that happens."

"And the hips?"

Linda just smiled.  "It's time to find out."

They walked down the hall and into a room.  Inside was a line of "men" like
McCarrey, a score of big-tittied men with huge hips.  All were kneeling
down, their breasts resting comfortably in indentations in the floor in
front of them, and had some kind of machine hooked up to their nipples.  At
the other end of the room were five women in large hoop skirts like the one
Linda was wearing sitting around a table playing cards.

"What do you think?" Linda asked.

"It looks like a... milking operation."

"Very good."

Sam saw a door open on the other side of the room, and the woman who had
dosed McCarrey walked in, quickly followed by McCarrey and his tits (which
were small in comparison to some of the men in the room).  The woman walked
in and pointed at the end of the line.  "Kneel here."

The man carefully knelt down, but fell the last couple feet.  Luckily the
indentations were padded, and he didn't hurt himself.  One of the girls
from the table came over and helped get the man to a kneeling position.
They then locked the man's wrists and knees down so he couldn't move, which
Sam found strange since none of the other men were locked down.  They
hooked him up to the machine, and, when nothing else happened, he looked up
at her and made that plaintive, begging sound.  The woman stroked his head
and said, "Don't worry, cow #321.  Someone will be along shortly to help
you get your milk started."  She looked to the woman in the hoop skirt and
said, "He's all yours," then left.

The woman walked up to the man, released a catch on her skirt and let it
fall.  Sam was shocked, not by the fact that the woman had no petticoats or
panties (which Sam was surprised to find himself noticing despite
everything), but by the HUGE dick which was now visible, a dick a horse
would've been jealous of.  It was flaccid, and yet still hung down almost a
foot and a half from her crotch, and was so big around Sam didn't think he
could get one hand around it.

The woman stepped from the skirt, lifted her dick and waved it in front of
the man's face.  The man sniffed at it as if he couldn't understand what
this huge thing in front of him was.  He drew back a bit when he recognized
the smell of what it was.  He watched her, trembling, as she walked behind
him.  When she went to her knees and started stroking her dick, he seemed
to know instinctively what she was about to do, and tried to lurch away,
but he was held far too securely.  When the woman was fully erect (2 1/2'
of dick) she placed her dickhead at the man's ass and slammed in, amazingly
going all the way in.

Linda told him, "That's why his ass was made so large.  To accommodate the
bulls."

Sam watched, shocked, but unable to look away.  The man tried to struggle
away but couldn't, and his struggles only excited the woman.  It only took
a couple minutes before she was orgasming and spraying semen in his ass.  A
few seconds after she came the man settled down, and stared at his tits.
That same euphoric look he had earlier overcame him, as he (and Sam) saw a
white substance flowing through the tubes attached to his nipples.  The
woman started moving again, but this time the man, instead of trying to get
away, surged backwards against her, participating in his own fucking.

As the two of them went at it, another "cow" started mooing (for that was
how Sam had come to think of the plaintive wailing) and another of the
girls went behind him, and with no ceremony, lifted her skirt (revealing a
cock as large as the other girl's), and plunged in.  Amazingly, the man had
lifted his ass, and was participating in his own fucking with total abandon.

"Is all this necessary?" he asked.

"Yes, these men are now sperm-to-milk converters.  The bulls pump them full
of semen, their bodies absorb it, and start producing milk, which soothes
the soreness in their nipples, and produces a euphoria which they quickly
become addicted to.  They know they're addicted to being sodomized, but
they can't help it."

"So why'd you bring me here?"

"For breakfast."

Linda reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle.  She took two pills
from it, handed one to Sam and walked over to the man getting his ass
reamed.  "This is breakfast?"

"No," she said as she disconnected the tubes from his tits, "these are to
keep our bodies from absorbing too much fat."  After the tubes were
disconnected, the man looked at his tits (still dripping milk) and
whimpered.

"From what?"

"From the breast milk.  Children need much more fat than we do for proper
nerve and brain development, so breast milk is high in fat."  She knelt
down in front of the man and popped the pill.  "Dig in," she said, as she
took the man's nipple and started sucking it.

Sam was about to refuse as his stomach started to grumble.  He looked
around, and finally figuring, "What the hell," sat down, popped the pill,
took the other tit in hand, and started sucking.  The man cooed as Sam and
Linda sucked.  Sam found the milk warmer and sweeter then any he had found
before and sucked until he had his fill.

When Sam pulled off, Linda had already finished, and was waiting.  She
quickly showed him how to disconnect and reconnect the hoses (in case he
had to attend meals alone).  She went over to talk to one of the bulls, and
when she came back, she asked, "Why the stares?"

"Stares?"

"You were staring at my skirt."

Sam blushed and dropped his eyes.  "I'm sorry.  It was improper of me."

"You're blushing.  That's so cute.  Yes, it was improper, but let me guess,
after seeing that I and the bulls wear the same type of skirt, you were
wondering what size my dick was."  Sam's blush reddened and he nodded.
Linda smiled a knowing smile.  "Let's just say that my dick size is such
that I cannot and never will be able to be a bull."

"Thank you for sharing, milady."  As Sam's blush went away, he asked, "What
were you and the other bull commenting on?"

"Oh, she just wanted to tell me how cute she thought you were."  Linda
laughed an amused laugh as Sam reddened even worse than before.

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

LATER THAT EVENING...

Sam stumbled into his room, exhausted.  After returning from the salon (and
he had to admit, they had done a fabulous job, he was one hot babe), he had
been put to work in the kitchen till lunch.  And Elizabeth had worked him
like a dog.  The work itself wasn't that bad, but the heat and steam had
undone the work that had been done on his hair, which upset him worse than
the heavy work load.  After lunch (another trip to visit the cows) he had
been put to work in the upstairs housekeeping staff.  There was less of
that work, but it was a lot more strenuous than the kitchen work.  By the
time he was finished, he had felt like he had personally cleaned the entire
upstairs.  Worse yet, he had worked the entire day in heels and that tight,
red dress.  And, he remembered, he still had yet to wash it for tomorrow.
After work, he had had a light dinner (Sam was surprised and disappointed
when it wasn't another trip to the cows) and come up here.

He reached behind him to try to get to the zipper, when he heard Mistress
say, "Don't do that, yet."

He spun around.  "Mistress?"

"Your duties aren't finished."
Sam whimpered a bit and said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Relax.  Lady Elizabeth sometimes has trouble getting to bed.  You're to go
in and help relax her."

With trepidation, Sam asked, "How?"

"However she wants.  Now go on, her room is down the hall, third door on
the right."

Sam deflated a bit, but said, "Yes, ma'am."

As he walked through the door, Mistress said, "Samuel."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I've received nothing but glowing reports about you.  You'll be entitled
to panties and a maid's uniform tomorrow."

Sam curtsied.  He said, "Thank you, ma'am," and ran down the hall.  He was
in front of the door to Lady Elizabeth's room, about to knock, when he
thought to himself, "Did I just curtsy?"

He shook his head and knocked on the door.  He heard Elizabeth's voice
inside.  "Enter."

Sam opened the door and stepped inside.  "Mistress sent me."

Elizabeth was shaking her hair out.  Out of the bun, her hair fell to her
shoulders, and made her even more beautiful then she was in the kitchen.
"Come on in, dearie."  She looked in the mirror she was sitting in front of
and sighed.  "I love the kitchen but it sure does play havoc with my hair."
She handed a brush back over her shoulder.  "Brush me out, dearie."

Sam took the brush and started to brush out her hair.  "Oh, that's nice.
One of the benefits of being a woman is having someone brush out your hair."

In a somewhat melancholy voice, Sam said, "I wouldn't know."

Elizabeth suddenly grabbed his hand.  "Now where did...  Oh, I forgot you
were so new."  She patted her lap.  "Sit down and let big sister talk to
you."  Sam looked down, afraid to take her up on the offer.  She just
patted her lap again and said, "Come on."

Sam took a chance and sat down on her lap.  She wrapped one arm around Sam
to support him, and took his far hand in hers.  "Samuel, it is still
Samuel, you haven't changed it?"  Sam shook his head.  "Samuel, your big
sister, when it comes to her job as head of the kitchen, gets a little..."

"Determined?"

Elizabeth laughed a light-hearted laugh that put Sam at ease.  "Thanks for
trying to be polite, but I was looking for a stronger version of the word
obsessed.  I don't mean anything by it.  And I really am sorry I slapped
you earlier."  She kissed Sam on the cheek where she had slapped him
earlier, a kiss that had no sexual content, and made Sam feel like he was
back on the farm being kissed by his big sister.  "Forgive your big sister?"

Sam smiled and said, "I guess so."

"Good.  Now why don't you finish brushing out my hair, and I'll do the same
for you."  Sam took the hairbrush and brushed out her hair.  After he was
finished, Elizabeth sat him down and brushed out his hair.  "You have such
pretty hair.  I love the raven black color.  I can't wait till it grows
longer.  You'll only be allowed to keep it this short if you're permanently
posted to the kitchen."

"Well, to be honest, I don't intend to be here so long that it becomes an
issue."

Elizabeth gave him a quizzical look.  "How long do you think you'll be
staying?"

"The three month minimum.  I'm going to be a good and dutiful young lady
for the duration, then return to being a man."

"And how long do you expect your hair to grow in that time?"

"Maybe a couple inches."

Elizabeth bent down and whispered in his ear, "Take a good look, hun.  It's
already that much longer."

Sam stared at himself in the mirror.  She was right!  His hair was longer!
"How?"

"Side effect of the transformation drug.  For the next couple weeks, your
hair will grow at a rate of about 2 inches a day.  We all went through it.
Don't worry, if and when you return to manhood, Mistress pays for the
haircut."

Sam just stared at himself for a while then asked, "Lady Elizabeth?"

"Yes?"

"May I ask...  What is your story?  How did you decide to become Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth stopped and seemed to consider it for a while.  Finally, she
said, "I was a cook.  And if you think I'm bad now, I was an unholy terror
as a man.  And despite being very good at my job, that attitude kept
getting me fired from job after job.

"Well, at one point, I had been out of a job for three months and had
pretty much given up.  I was sitting at home drinking, and wasting my
wife's income on pay per view adult movies.  I had a particular passion for
those that featured those huge, big breasted porno stars.

"My wife came home, and exploded at me.  We got into a big fight and I...
I..."

Sam looked up and saw her eyes tearing up.  Sam took her hand and said, "If
you don't want to say, it's okay."

"No.  I started this.  I can get through it."  Then taking the time to
state every word individually, she said, "I. raped. my. wife."

"Oh, my."

"Yeah, well I woke up the next day, and she was gone.  And, in that way
drunks have of justifying anything they do, I blew her off, figuring she
had decided to leave me.  Later that night, she came back, acting as though
nothing had happened.  I didn't even have the guts to apologize.  She mixed
me up a drink, and not even thinking anything about it, I drank it.  Next
thing I knew I had a pair of A cup tits on my chest, a small waist, a high
voice, and my wife telling me that if I ever wanted to be back to normal,
I'd best obey her."

"Been there, done that," Sam said lightly.

Elizabeth laughed.  "Yes, but my formula had an extra component.  If my
blood alcohol ever passed .05 percent, half the legal limit at the time,
the formula would burn up the alcohol for fuel to cause my breasts to grow
a cup size.  It was now impossible for me to get drunk, but it was possible
for me to drink my way to gargantuan tits.  Of course, my wife didn't warn
me about this, went out shopping for me, and, by the time she got back, I
had managed to drink my way up to a D cup.

"She was upset.  During my layoff, I had managed to go through most of our
savings on pure waste, and she barely had been able to afford the first
shopping trip.  So we moved in with Mistress Elaine.  I was posted to the
kitchen, and it was during those first couple weeks that I discovered that
I was an alcoholic.  As much as I wanted to, I couldn't stop drinking, and
every three days or so, I'd go on a small bender and grow a cup size
larger.  I was all the way up to a G cup, before I went behind my wife's
back and asked Mistress to change the formula so that not only would I grow
tits, but the growth would be incredibly painful.

"You see, I can't stand pain.  And my wife knew it.  She didn't want me in
pain, just punished for what I had done to her.  Well with the extra
incentive, I soon had my drinking under control.  And I served the rest of
my three months stone cold sober."

"So why'd you decide to become Elizabeth?  Why not go back to being a guy?"

"Well, I told you I was worse in the kitchen as a guy then as a girl.  And
as long as there was the prospect of going back it was like there was this
dark specter that was my old masculinity looming over me.  The closer I got
to that three month date, the more depressed I got.  The night before I was
scheduled to return, my wife took me out on the town in an effort to cheer
me up.  Just us two lesbian lovers going out to dinner.  Well, after dinner
I told her that I had something to say, and she said the same.  So in an
effort to get it out first we both blurted out at the same time that we
wanted me not to go back.  We laughed and had a happy night.  The next day
we made it permanent and I've had a great life ever since."

"What happened to your wife?"

"Oh, she's just out of town on a business trip.  We live here together."

"Oh."

Suddenly the phone rang.  Elizabeth ran over and got it.  "Susie!  How's
the trip, going?  Uh, huh.  Just like clockwork.  It's been terrible
sleeping here without you.  A new girl, you haven't met her yet.  The name
is Samuel.  Yes, a real looker.  Okay."  She looked to Sam.  "She wants to
talk to you."

As Sam took the phone, Elizabeth whispered to him, "She is Lady Susan to you."

Sam nodded and said, "Hello, Lady Susan."

"Hello, hun, is Lizzie being nice to you?"

"Lady Elizabeth is being quite kind to me now."

"Now?  As in you worked in the kitchen earlier, right?"

"Uhm, yeah."

Susan laughed.  "Don't worry, hun, if she rode you too hard.  She's like
that with everyone.  But she's a real teddy bear in the sack.  Will you be
staying the night?"

"If she wants."

"Look, she'll be too shy to ask," which Sam found hard to believe, "so do
me a favor and stay the night with her?"

"Uhm, okay."

"And if you two get... exceptionally friendly tonight, you have my
permission to do anything but fuck her ass.  That piece of meat is for me
and my dildo."  Sam could feel himself turning bright red.  "Could you put
Lizzie back on?"

"Sure."

Sam handed the phone back to Elizabeth who said, "Hi, hun, I'm back."
After a few seconds, she was blushing furiously.  "Huuuun.  No, I don't
think I will.  I don't think he's ready for that.  First day.  You may be
wrong.  Okay, see ya when you get back."  Elizabeth hung up the phone.

"What was that last bit about?"

"Oh, nothing.  Help me out of these clothes and into a bath."

Sam helped her out of her dress.  Sam was amazed to find that she was
wearing a corset that was so stiff and tight that his own must've felt
roomy in comparison.  "Does Mistress require a corset for everyone?"

"Oh, no.  Once figure training is finished, it's optional.  But I need the
extra support for my tits."

"Should I take it off now?"

"First draw the bath.  Then I'll need help out of it."

"Yes, ma'...," Elizabeth gave Sam a stern look as he started to say ma'am,
"milady."

Elizabeth smiled.  "Go on, now.  I like my bath water as hot as you can
stand it."

Sam bowed and went into the bathroom.  He turned the water up as hot as he
could stand and filled the tub.  After it was finished, he called to
Elizabeth.  She walked in, touched her hand to the water and said,
"Perfect."

"Shall I help you out of your corset now?"

"First, let's get you out of yours."

Sam balked.  "Uh, miss, I..."

She took his hand.  "Sam, relax, I'm not going to do anything you don't
want.  At least not sexually.  But I enjoy someone being with me in the
water.  And if you're going to be there, you don't want to get your dress
and corset soaked, a particularly bad idea with the leather in the corset."

"But I..."

"Sam, if I have to, I will order you to remove your clothes.  I'd prefer
this to be your choice, but I will have you naked with me in the tub."

"I don't know..."

Elizabeth crossed her heart.  "I promise, I won't even cop a feel of your
tits."

"Okay," Sam said as he turned around so Elizabeth could undo the zipper on
his dress.  He felt relieved at Elizabeth's promise, but, strangely, also
disappointed.  Wasn't he pretty enough?  Didn't he have a good body?  He
was shocked, but also a little pleased, when she grabbed his ass as she
pulled the dress down over it.

Playfully, Elizabeth said, "Never promised not to cop a feel there."  Sam
realized she was playing and returned her guileless smile.  She helped him
out of his corset and stockings, then he helped her out of hers.  As Sam
helped remove her panties, part of him was pleased to note that her dick
(and even confronted by this evidence of her once masculinity, he was
unable to think of her as a man) was slightly smaller than his own.

Sam got into the tub first then helped her in.  They scrubbed each other
and played a bit, but finally Sam noticed his hand drifting towards
Elizabeth's tit.  He stopped himself and asked, "May I?  Touch it I mean?"

Elizabeth gave him a serious look.  "Sam, there's a rule here in regards to
sex.  A rule that applies to newbies like yourself as well as to me.  That
rule is share and share alike.  If you give pleasure, you have a right to
expect pleasure.  And if you take pleasure from another, they have a right
to expect an equal amount of pleasure from you.  Now, if you really want,
you can stroke my tits, but I get pleasure from feeling up tits just like
you do.  And if you do stroke me, that is an automatic granting of
permission for me to do the same to you.  And I assure you, if you grant
that permission, I will take advantage of it."

Sam thought about it.  Did he really want to give permission to this woman,
to any woman, to touch him in that way?  Not that he wasn't curious as to
how it felt, but he knew that if he let it happen, it would be admitting
to... something; he still wasn't sure of what that something was, but
something.

While he sat there in a quandary, his body seemed to make the decision for
him as his hand drifted closer and closer to Elizabeth.  When he noticed
it, he finally decided, "What the hell," and consciously reached to the
she-male and stroked her massive mammaries.

Elizabeth moaned as her hands reached towards Sam's tits.  Sam tensed up
just as her hands touched him, but as a wave of pleasure flooded his body,
he relaxed and leaned into her hands.  Sam closed his eyes and moaned
loudly, drowning out Elizabeth with his pleasure.  He didn't know how it
happened (and surprisingly, didn't care) but when his wits came together,
he and Elizabeth were openly kissing, each tonguing the other's mouth.  Sam
found himself moving closer to Elizabeth, rubbing his body against hers,
his tits to hers, even his cock against hers.  Suddenly, her body tensed,
and convulsed.  Sam felt a smooth substance brush his cock in the water as
she held him close to her.

They lay in the water in each other's arms until Elizabeth looked into
Sam's eyes and said, "I owe you an orgasm."

As her hands reached to his tits, he protested, "That's really not necessary."

Elizabeth stifled him with a kiss and said, "Sam, shut up and let me
pleasure you."  Sam quieted himself as her hands rubbed and stroked him,
roaming his tits, arms, abdomen, and legs.  The only part of his body her
hands didn't touch was his cock, and Sam was amazed when he tensed up and
sprayed into the water.  When he was finished and had time (and the
concentration) to think, he realized he had cum like a girl, with no direct
touching of his genitalia.  Part of him was bothered by this, but part of
him, a part he shoved down deep in his psyche, wanted more of the same.

Sam barely had time to ponder, before Elizabeth's foot found the chain on
the bath plug, and she deftly pulled it from the drain.  She stood and
helped him from the tub.  The quickly toweled each other off, and Elizabeth
shyly asked, "Will you be staying the night?  You don't have to if you
don't want to."

Sam remembered his promise to Elizabeth's wife, and said, "I'd like that,"
realizing only after he said it that that was what he'd like.

Elizabeth smiled, and, returning to big sister mode, hugged him in a
non-sexual way.  "Let's go to bed."

Sam smiled, and started to walk out of the room with her, but then saw his
dress on the floor and remembered what he had been told about it.  "I've
got to wash my dress."

"Okay, I'll help."

"No, it's my job.  I want to be able to say I took care of it, if I'm asked
about it tomorrow."

"Understandable, but have you ever hand-washed a dress before?"  Sam shook
his head.  "Then you'll at least need an instructor and coach.  Come on,
I've got some mild detergent under the sink."

Sam was grateful for her help as she coached him through the procedure and
helped him smooth out the dress as he hung it up.  Sam took his corset, and
as he started to put it on, she asked what he was doing.  "Mistress
instructed me to wear it to bed.  At least for the first few nights, she
said."

Elizabeth helped him into it as she complimented him on his obedience.  As
she helped him, he asked, "Milady?  If I may ask, why did you choose the
name Elizabeth?"

"Actually, it was originally intended to be degrading.  One of the first
things my wife threatened to do to me was lend me out to guys.  After I
whined that I didn't like guys, she said that since I was now a girl and
only liked girls I must be a lesbian.  So she named me Lizzie the lezzie.
It just seemed right to keep it after I decided to make the change
permanent."

After he was "dressed", he helped her into a frilly night gown, and they
climbed into bed together, cuddled like long lost friends, and fell asleep.

It was the middle of the night when Sam sat upright in bed.  He was panting
heavily.  Elizabeth murmured and woke.  When she noticed Sam shaking, she
asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's just... some nightmares."

Elizabeth pulled him down beside her and said, "Tell big sister all about it."

Sam allowed himself to snuggle with her and said, "That's just it.  I don't
remember.  I woke up a couple times with the cold sweats last night, but
every time I try to remember why, I can't."

Elizabeth held him tight and said, "The nightmares.  I remember those.
After I was transformed, I had nightmares of being raped.  Of having
someone do to me what I had done to my wife."

Sam shivered and said, "But I've never raped anyone.  Alright, I may have
been a chauvinist.  I admit that, but nothing so bad that I should be
having nightmares so bad I can't remember them."

Sam started to cry as Elizabeth held him to her.  "It's okay.  It's okay,
hun.  You go ahead and cry into big sister's shoulder."  Sam dissolved into
a sobbing mass, and Elizabeth held him close throughout it.

When he was finished, she looked him in the eye, and asked, "Feel better?"

Sam wiped a tear out of his eye and said, "Yeah, I do.  Look at me.  I'm
bawling like a-"

"Like a girl?"

Sam gave her a disapproving glare, but when he saw that she was just
teasing, he returned the tease by saying, "I don't know about that.  I
can't ever see you bawling like this, so it can't be that girlie."

Elizabeth gave Sam a quick kiss and said, "That's the sweetest thing you
ever said."  Sam felt her hand on his dick.  "It deserves a reward."
Remembering what she had told him earlier, he reached for her dick.  She
stopped him. "That's not necessary.  This is a freebie."

Surprising himself, he continued to reach for her.  "I don't mind."  She
started to protest, but Sam silenced her with a kiss.  "Elizabeth, shut up
and let me pleasure you."  Elizabeth noticed that he was using her own
words on her and smiled.  They kissed delicately as each stroked the other
to hardness.

When they were both hard, Elizabeth said, "Sam, there's something I'd like
to do with you.  A pleasure I'd like to show you, but it may be a little
more intimate than you're ready for."

Sam gulped.  "You don't want to... fuck me?  Do you?"

"No.  Well, yes, but that's not what I was thinking about.  Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

Elizabeth moved so that their dicks were touching.  The tip of his dick was
touching just above her dick and her own was firmly nestled in the crook
between her dick and balls.  She wrapped her hand around the twin poles.
"Now wrap your own hand around them and interlace your fingers with mine."

Sam did as he was told, and together they started to pump their cocks.  Sam
looked to Elizabeth and kissed her.  He was soon overwhelmed with the
intimacy and sexuality of the moment, and was madly bucking his hips
against hers.  His own free hand found her breast and started to knead.
Responding to and mirroring his action, she found his tit and kneaded it.
Soon they both exploded together in orgasm.

After they calmed down, they cuddled and fell asleep together.

Sam woke up later, due to another nightmare he couldn't remember to find
Elizabeth missing.  He sat up and looked around.  She walked into the room
from the bathroom, her hair up in a bun.  "Oh, I'm sorry, did my leaving
the bed wake you?"  Sam just made a kind of assenting sound which Elizabeth
took as a yes.  "Sorry.  But since you're up anyways, can you help me into
my corset?"

Sam got out of bed and helped secure her into the corset.  "Why don't you
crawl back into bed and get another hour of sleep?  I have to be up early
to get the kitchen ready."

Not wanting to risk more nightmares, but not wanting to bother Elizabeth,
he lied, saying, "If I go to bed now, I'll never be able to get up in
another hour."

As Elizabeth slipped on her panties, she said, "Well then, I guess you'd
better stay up."  She pulled a new dress out of the closet.  "Can you get
me a new pair of stockings out of the dresser?  Third drawer."  Sam got a
new pair of stockings for her and helped her into them, when she sat down.
"A looker, sweet, and helpful.  You know, Sam, if you're like this when you
make your return to manhood, any woman would be pleased to have you for a
boyfriend."

"Thanks."

As she pulled the dress on over her head, she said, "I mean it, Sam.  A
girl appreciates a little courtesy, and TLC."  Sam just smiled as he zipped
her up.  She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and as she slipped on her shoes,
asked, "Sam, I...  I rarely ask anyone to do this more than once in a row,
but my wife isn't due back till day after tomorrow and I was wondering..."

"If I'd stay another night with you?"  Elizabeth nodded shyly.  "I'd love to."

Elizabeth smiled.  As she walked to the door, Sam could almost see her
change.  She looked back to him and said, in the stern voice of the head of
the kitchen staff, "If you get posted to the kitchen, remember, it's not
personal."

"Yes, milady."

After Elizabeth left, Sam quickly got dressed and returned to his room.  He
waited for a half an hour before Linda walked in.  "Oh, hello, Sam.  I
figured you'd still be in Elizabeth's room."

Perpetuating the lie, he said, "After spending the night with her, I found
I couldn't sleep when she woke up."

"That's kind of sweet.  Come on.  Let's get you into a new corset and your
new outfit."

They quickly dressed him in a new outfit (Sam found the maid's uniform more
comforting, but definitely less flattering to his new figure), and went
down to the kitchen.  Elizabeth was all business, acting as though nothing
had happened last night.  Sam checked the breakfast, and, noticing that the
toast seemed a little dark, mentioned it to Elizabeth.  She agreed and
quickly had it replaced.  Sam then took it out and served Mistress Elaine.

The morning went mostly the same as it had the day before, until shortly
before Lunch.  A strange brunette walked in the kitchen.  Sam found that a
little strange, but she smiled knowingly and put her finger to her lips in
a shushing gesture.  Sam was about to say something when he noticed others
smiling conspiratorially.  He watched in fascination as the woman walked
right up behind Elizabeth, then goosed her.  Elizabeth jumped straight up
and spun around.  When she saw who it was, she screamed, "Susie!" and
hugged the woman to her.  After a few seconds, the embrace ended and
Elizabeth said, "What happened?  You said you wouldn't be home for a couple
days yet."

"The convention ended early, and I just couldn't stay away from you a
moment later."

Elizabeth kissed her deeply, then said, "You know I love you?"  Susan
nodded.  "Good.  Then get out of my kitchen."  As Susan smiled and walked
away, Elizabeth playfully swatted her behind.

As Susan walked by Sam, she asked, "This the new girl?"

"Yes, now go!"

Susan looked him up and down.  "You were right, she's a looker."

Elizabeth pointed to the door.  "GO!"

Just before Susie left the room, she turned back to Elizabeth and said,
"Now that I've met her, I'm doubly sure I'm right," and giggled and ducked
out of the room as Elizabeth threw a dish towel at her.

Sam asked one of the girls he was working with (a woman with a pair of E
cups), "What was that about?"

"Well, apparently, Susan has the ability to tell whether or not a person is
going to stay just by talking to them.  My guess is she thinks you're going
to stay a woman."

Sam continued to stir the pot of soup he was working on.  "Not bloody likely."

"Okay."

"What?  She's never been wrong?  Nobody she's ever thought would stay a
woman left here a man?"

"Oh, sure."

"There you go."

"But every last one of them was back within a couple weeks begging Mistress
to change them back into a woman."

"Well, not me."

The woman gave him a knowing smile and just tended her vegetables.

Later that day, shortly after Lunch, Elizabeth pulled him aside, and said,
"Sam, I know I asked you to spend the night, and if you still want to spend
the night, you're welcome to come, but..."

"But your wife is back in town after a brief separation and you'd like to
spend it alone with her."

Elizabeth nodded.  "Do you mind?  Susie's told me that you're welcome any
time if you want to spend the night."

"I don't mind.  You and your wife have a great night together."

Elizabeth gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek, and ran back to the
kitchen.  Sam took a brief break to cry in the bathroom.

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

ONE WEEK LATER...

Sam had spent the entire week working the kitchen in the morning, and going
from post to post in the afternoon, learning the entire house from stem to
stern.  He found he liked most of the work.  His one problem was the
nightmares, always waking him up two or three times a night, and always
slipping away as he awoke.

Finally, one morning, he was about to take Mistress's food to her, when
Elizabeth stopped him.  He asked why, but she just stared at him, and said,
"Stay here.  Stay right here!" and walked out to the dining area.  Sam
froze in place, afraid to move, and wondering what he had done.  Soon
Elizabeth returned, and said, "Mistress wishes to speak with you."  Sam
picked up the tray, but she said, "Leave the food."

Sam set the tray down and walked out to the dining room.  "You called for
me, ma'am?"

"Sit down, Samuel."  Sam sat down.  "Sam, I've been getting some complaints
about you."

Sam gulped.  "What complaints, ma'am?  I assure you, I shall endeavor to
correct my behavior."

"Yes, I'm sure you will.  And that's part of the enigma."

"Ma'am?"

"Sam, when the mistakes first started rolling in, I thought you were
reverting to type.  It's happened before.  A man tries extra hard when
first transformed in hopes that I'll show some favoritism and change him
back, but upon learning that I won't goes right back to being his old
chauvinistic self.

"But that didn't happen with you.  All the girls say you have been nothing
but the most pleasant, most cordial, most... well, feminine person.  They
also say that if anybody points out the mistakes you make, you will,
without prompting, double your workload to make up for it.  Now, Elizabeth
comes out here and tells me that you almost let runny eggs get by you, and
asks me to intercede to find out what's wrong.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Elizabeth to notice anything
other than the kitchen when she's working?  Oh, if she'd've come out here
and said that she'd had to punish you for missing it, that I could
understand.  But she comes out here and asks for intercession.  Not if
you'd been reverting to your old type.

"So tell me.  What's wrong?"

"I...  I don't know what to say, ma'am.  Only to say that I promise to do
better from now on."

Mistress Elaine took Sam's chin in hand and turned his face from side to
side.  She seemed to consider him for a few seconds, before finally asking,
"Are the nightmares over with?"  When Sam let a brief look of shock pass
his face, she said, "That's it, isn't it?"  Sam lowered his head and
nodded.  "I told you to come to me if they continued for more than a few
days.  So what's happening in them?"

Almost crying, Sam said, "I don't know, Mistress.  I still can't remember
them."

"Still?  Alright, that's it.  Sam, I want you to return to your room and
rest there today.  You may stop by the library and pick up a few books if
you'd like.  But you're to take the day off."

"But what of my workload, Mistress?"

"The girls will understand.  You've made quite an impression on my staff,
and all are very concerned for you.  Now, back to your room."

"Yes, ma'am."

Sam stopped by the library and picked up some law books (Mistress had a
large library with a large selection of all types of books) and returned to
his room.  He spent the day reading, and occasionally falling asleep, only
to be awakened shortly thereafter by more nightmares.

It was around 7 that evening when he heard a knock on his door.  "Come on in."

The door opened and Mistress Elaine walked in.  "Good evening, Samuel."

"Mistress."

Sam started to rise, but Mistress halted him with a gesture.  She sat down
beside him and said, "Sam, I've been talking with the girls, and the more I
talk, the more I'm convinced that your problem is not a reversion to
chauvinism.  You have been kind, considerate, and, although not outgoing,
neither have you been selfish with your affections."

Sam blushed, "Sex, you mean?"

"Sex is included, but you also have been free with kisses and hugs and the
more subtle expressions of affections."

"Well, it only seemed fair.  Everybody was always so nice with me."

"That's what I'm talking about.  Most men get so focused on their own
problems in looking like a woman that they only think of themselves, if
they're even willing to try sex as a woman.  But you, you're willing to
give as much as you get."

"So what is my problem?"

"I think I know, but you're not going to like my analysis."

Sam shuddered and said, "Go ahead, please.  Anything must be better than this."

She put her hand kindly on his.  "Sam, I've done a poll of the ladies in
the house whom you've slept with.  You have fondled tits, ass, cocks, and,
surprisingly even given and accepted blow jobs.  The one thing you haven't
done, is fucked or been fucked."

Sam gulped audibly.  "So?"

"So I think you like what you have done, and you're afraid to take what you
consider that last step because you're afraid of what it might mean to you."

"So what's the solution?"

"A solution I hesitate to use.  I don't like the principle involved."

"What?"

"Sam, you have to take that final step.  You have to accept a dick up your
ass."

Sam backed up away from her, trying to retreat across the bed.  "NO!" he
screamed.

She grabbed him by the arm and said, "Samuel!  Stop!"  He tried to pull
away, but she was surprisingly strong.  "Samuel, if I must, I will call in
some of the girls to restrain you!  Now stop!"  Sam froze in place.  "You
have your choice.  This can be done face to face or with you on your hands
and knees."

Not wanting to face what was going to happen next, Sam said, "I'll be on my
hands and knees."

"Turn over."

Sam got on his hands and knees.  "Who will be doing this to me?"

"I will."

"You?  With a dildo?"

"No.  Like my staff, I, too am a result of my biochemical know-how."  Sam
was utterly surprised.  In the entire time he had worked here, he had never
even considered Mistress as being a she-male, as being anything less than a
full woman.  Sam looked over his shoulder, curious.  Mistress had her dress
lifted and he could see her stroking her member to hardness.  As she moved
closer to him, he closed his eyes and tensed up.  He felt her hands
stroking his hips and abdomen.  "Relax, Samuel, don't make this any harder
on yourself than it has to be."

Sam tried to relax, but the tension was still there as Mistress forced her
way into his ass.  Sam felt the pain of penetration and tried even harder,
but the more he tried, the worse it got.  Thankfully, Mistress seemed to
understand, and she used her hands to roam his body, stroking legs, abs,
breast, even his dick, and, despite himself, Sam found himself relaxing
into it, even helping.  They moved together, Sam finding himself moaning in
pleasure, eventually exploding in orgasm together.

After they were finished and Sam had recovered he collapsed on the bed,
sobbing into his pillow.  Mistress Elaine understood the feelings the
others had towards Sam as she felt a desire to take Sam in her arms and
hold him, but she knew that he needed to be alone with his thoughts, and
silently left the room.

Sam fell asleep sobbing and dreamed strange, disturbing dreams, dreams that
were really long buried memories.  For, you see, Samuel Nevada had a
secret.  A secret so hidden even he didn't know about it.  A secret Sam was
about to face...

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

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

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net



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