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Samantha
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*****
Chapter 1 :
Sam Gordon drove to the neighborhood bar about 8:30 that Thursday night.
The bar was only a couple blocks away, but a guy never knew when he'd get
lucky.
It wasn't as if Sam wanted to get drunk or anything. It was just that
there was nothing worth watching on the tube that night, a common occurrence
these past few years. He figured he might as well go on down and lift a few
brews with some of the other guys in the neighborhood. There might even be a
girl there willing to go home.
Sharon was the bartender that night. Things were looking up already for
Sam. Usually, Ted was the night bartender on Thursdays. Sharon looked a
whole lot better than Ted any night.
Sam walked up to the bar and ordered a brew. He decided to sit at the
bar that night, largely because Sharon was on the other side. Not that
Sharon was wearing her nightie or something really erotic. She was, in fact,
dressed simply in dark red pants and a white blouse. She did fill out the
blouse and pants nicely though. Besides, she always smiled and joked with
the customers as she was serving them.
There weren't many customers in the bar that early, just Ted and Joe,
from the apartment complex on the next block. They were not much for
conversation, so Sam was sipping quietly and halfway paying attention to the
tv at the end of the bar. He did strike up a short conversation with Sharon,
but she had to go pull some refills for the other guys, and that died out.
By 9:30, Sam was on his third beer. Well, they were short draughts. A
few more guys from around the area had come in, and were drinking. Not much
small talk, but enough to be more interesting than what was on the tv. The
place wouldn't start getting crowded for another half hour anyway.
Sam felt the urge, so he wandered on back to the Men's room, and recycled
some of the beer he'd been paying for. As he was walking back to the bar, he
noticed that a very attractive blond had come in, and was seated at one of
the tables. Instantly, he noticed she was wearing a short dress, with a low
cut bodice, allowing the tops of her breasts to peek out. It wasn't a
hooker's dress, but it was erotic.
Sam had something of a reputation as a lady's man, largely because he
never let an opportunity slip by. So, he detoured over the girl's table, and
began talking to her.
The girl gave Sam a dazzling smile, and began responding to his small
talk. He found that her name was Susan.
At her invitation, he ordered drinks from Sharon and pulled up a chair at
the table so they could continue the conversation.
As more people came in, someone started playing the juke box. The juke
box was filled with dancable music, rather than the loud noise found in many
bars, by overwhelming preference of the clientele. Some late coming couples
got up and began dancing to the slow songs in an area cleared of tables.
Sam looked over at the blond, and asked if she would like to dance.
"Sure," she said, smiling.
Sam led her out to the cleared space, and they wrapped themselves in each
others arms, swaying to the music. They danced through that song and the
next before going back to the table.
By this time, Sam and Susan were holding hands on the table, and the talk
was getting more personal. Sam ordered another couple of drinks.
When Sharon brought the drinks over, she came up behind the girl and gave
Sam a big wink before depositing the drinks in front of the couple. Sam
smiled quite openly at that.
They talked some more, and danced again for a bit, then the conversation
got around to what they were going to do for the rest of the night.
"Well I thought we might go home. Together, I mean," Susan said, her
eyes directed shyly down at the table.
Sam agreed that would be a good idea, hardly believing his luck in
landing this knock out so quickly.
"Shall we go," Susan inquired.
"OK," Sam replied.
They got up, and walked arm in arm out of the bar to the parking lot.
"Why don't you follow me to my place," Susan said.
Sam was agreeable to anything by this time, anticipating a glorious night
in the sack. So, he followed her lead across town to one of the luxury
apartment houses.
He parked next to her, and locked the car. Then, she put her arm through
his, and directed him to her apartment.
They walked through the lobby, or living room, or whatever they called
it. There was no attendant on duty, but Susan did have to insert a coded
card in the door to get it to open. Then, they rode upstairs in the elevator.
There not being all that much to do in elevators, Sam drew Susan close,
and planted a big kiss on her lips. She responded by melting in his arms,
and kissing back. They were in this embrace when the elevator stopped and
the door opened.
Susan led Sam down the hallway to her apartment. She fished in her purse
to find the keys, giving them to him so he could unlock the door. She
obviously knew when to defer to his machismo.
They entered into a fairly large living room, comfortably appointed with
some overstuffed chairs and a big sofa.
"Why don't you get comfortable over there on the sofa," Susan began,
"while I go get us a couple of drinks."
Sam sat down on the big sofa, making sure there was room on either side
of his so she could join him there. He even shoved the coffee table back a
few inches so she would be able to get there easily.
A few minutes later, Susan reappeared carrying a glass of beer for him
and a drink for her. She set these down on coasters on the coffee table,
then sat down close to Sam.
Sam knew an invitation when it came along, and immediately draped his arm
across her shoulders. She snuggled even closer before bending forward to
take a sip of her drink. Sam leaned forward with her, and took a gulp of his
beer as well. Then they leaned back into the stuffing of the sofa.
Suddenly, Sam began to get dizzy. He lifted his arm off her shoulder,
intending to reach his now spinning head, and passed out cold. He had been
"Mickey Finn"ed.
Chapter 2 - The Changeling
Sam came to consciousness groggily. He was not sure of his surroundings,
but was sure it was not his own apartment. He wanted to roll over, but found
his arms and legs would not respond to his brain's message.
Adrenalin poured through his body, chasing the cobwebs from the drug
away. He immediately found out that he was on a large canopy bed, with his
arms and legs tied to the posts. He could feel he was still dressed, but
could not tell much more in is state of panic.
Susan walked in as he began to come to life, came over and kissed him
full on the lips.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Susan said to him, smiling
widely.
Susan looked over her shoulder and said in a loud voice, "He's waking
now."
Sam heard the rustle of pantyhose on skirts, and knew that several women
had walked into the bedroom. He raised his head to see who had come in,
immediately wishing he hadn't as an enormous headache hit him.
The women walked over to the side of the bed, and Sam was surprised to
see that he knew almost all of them.
Jane, a secretary in Sam's office, had dated him a couple of times, and
he'd gotten into her pants a month or two earlier. She had been good, but he
liked variety, so hadn't called her for any more dates.
Carol was a girl he'd picked up at the Red Buffalo, a swinging bar in one
of the malls. He had taken her to bed as well, but again had not tried to
date her again, even though he'd seen her once or twice at the bar.
Gwen was a nurse he'd met at the emergency room of the hospital while he
was getting checked out after another driver had slammed into his car. They
had meshed, and gone to bed just a few weeks ago. He didn't really have any
plans to date her again in the near future.
The other two women were strangers to him, though obviously not to the
others.
Each of the women he'd dated came over, planted a big kiss on him,
saying, "Hi, Sam."
The others followed suit, introducing themselves before the kiss. One
was named Gloria, the other Lois.
Susan spoke for the group. "You have quite a reputation with we ladies,
you know. You've met most of before, of course. But you never call back, or
answer our calls when we try to get hold of you."
"We think it is about time you learned to take a lady's feelings into
account," she continued.
With that, Gwen, the nurse, produced a large pair or scissors. She came
right to the edge of the bed, and began cutting Sam's shirt off. She did it
professionally, and was able to pull the rags out from under him with no
problem. Then, she started from the legs of his trousers, cutting them off
as well.
The women tittered and giggled as Sam reddened in embarrassment from this
treatment, and in being stripped to the skivvies so efficiently.
"What are you doing," Sam demanded.
Gwen said, "Just keep quiet, lover, and I won't cut you."
She then began to cut is jockey shorts off.
While Gwen was working on his shorts, one of the other women, he couldn't
see who, was taking his shoes and socks off. When they were done, Sam was
completely naked and helpless lying on the bed.
"We know it is a common male fantasy," Susan began, "to have a woman tied
up, like you are, and have your way with her. We thought it might be
interesting for you to see the fantasy from the other perspective."
All the women giggled at that.
Turning his head from side to side, he could see all the women staring at
his naked body. Again, he flushed with embarrassment.
"Aw, lover," Lois said, "why should you be embarrassed to be checked out
by us poor females. You do it to us all the time."
The women got an even bigger and longer laugh at that one.
Lois took her hand, and cupped his manhood in it. She felt all over his
penis and testicles as the others looked on spellbound.
Sam reddened even more with this treatment.
"Well," Susan said, "we are waiting for someone else. So we'll leave you
here for a little bit. Get some rest, lover."
With that, the women left the bedroom.
Sam, left to his own thoughts and embarrassment, reflected on the
situation he found himself in. So far, it was embarrassing, but little else.
It also might come into something enjoyable, with all these women obviously
so interested in his body. As he was thinking these thoughts, he heard the
apartment door open and close. He wondered what was going on now.
He did not have long to wait to find out. The women's voices raised in
greeting someone. He couldn't quite make out the words, but they filed back
into the bedroom a few minutes later.
He saw the newcomer was Sharon, the bar maid from his local bar. She,
like the women earlier, came over and kissed him in greeting.
"I think you have had enough time to think to yourself," Susan began.
"You have some interesting experiences ahead of you."
The women all giggled at that pronouncement.
Sam wonder what was going on.
Gloria came over to the bed, and picked up Sam's manhood. She fondled
it, like Lois had done earlier. She nodded to Susan.
"Gloria is a medical researcher, and a doctor of urology at the local
medical college. She is quite good at her work. People come from miles to
have her attend to them. Men and women both," Susan continued.
"In the course of her research, Gloria thinks she has found the secrets
that determine our sex, and sexuality. She has experimented on several
people, actually, and they have been quite happy with the results."
The women giggled, and Susan and Gloria had enormous smiles plastered on
their faces.
"Gloria went to college with us. We are all sorority sisters, you know.
So, when we got together to compare notes on our sex lives, your name began
to assault us."
"Anyway, Gloria proposed an idea to us, and we all agreed it was very
good. She will perform her magic on you. You are about to become a woman,
and learn how to feel what we do when you treat us so badly," Susan concluded.
"No!," Sam screamed. "You can't do that. I am a happy man!."
"Oh, shut him up," one of the women said. Sam couldn't tell which one it
was.
Someone stuffed something soft and silky into Sam's mouth. He tried
protesting this treatment, but only muffled grunts came out.
"See," Sharon spoke, "he's making more sense already!"
All the women laughed loud and hard at that one.
Gloria produced a doctor's bag, and set it on the bed next to Sam's body.
From it she pulled a large needle. It looked like a veterinarian's needle
to Sam. She took a bottle from the bag, and proceeded to fill the needle
with the serum. She set the filled needle on the bed, then pulled another
bottle and two smaller needles from her bag. She proceeded to fill these
syringes as well. When all three needles were filled, she looked down at Sam
and began to explain what she was going to do.
"The larger needle contains the serum that reverses the chromosome
matches throughout the body. It can be used for either sex, though it is
easier to use it on the male, reversing the chromosomes back to the neutral,
female state," Gloria began lecturing.
"This is what will be happening in your case, of course. It does take a
few days to be fully effective, so you will be out of commission for a bit,"
she smiled. "Now, I usually deaden the area with an anesthetic when I do
this procedure, but we have decided that you should experience the full
implications of the change."
Gloria reached down to Sam's manhood, lifting the penis from the scrotum.
She took a cotton swab, and swabbed both with alcohol. Then, she picked up
the big needle, jabbing Sam right at the base of the penis.
The shock and pain of the needle entering his most sensitive parts led
Sam to scream, and almost pass out. All that came through is mouth was a
muffled, "Mmmmmmmf!"
He felt the serum from the needle entering his penis, feeling like it was
filling both the penis and scrotum at the same time. He was sure both were
bloated with the serum, and it still kept coming. He also kept screaming in
pain.
At last, Gloria pulled the needle out of Sam's genitals. She carefully
laid it aside, and said, "See, big boy, it is done, and you are crying like a
baby. Where is your macho image now?"
"Mmmmmmmmf!," screamed Sam.
"Now, the smaller needles contain a mixture of estrogens, female hormones
to you, and a testesterocide to kill off any male hormones you might be
producing now," Gloria continued. "You certainly aren't acting like a big
macho man now, so I guess that part of the injection won't have much to do."
That got a big laugh from the assembled women too.
She plunged the needle into one of Sam's balls.
Sam screamed even more into his gag.
The serum felt like fire as it entered his nut. It kept on coming until
Sam was sure his left nut was as big as a basketball. Finally, the needle
was removed, though the fire continued.
Gloria picked up the second small needle, and repeated the process on the
other ball.
Again, the same pain and feeling of fire swept over Sam. He kept
screaming into his gag, and the unintelligible sounds kept coming out.
"Now, my dear," Gloria continued her lecture, "the procedure is complete.
At this point it is still reversible. In fact, we can reverse it right up
until the time you get pregnant, or until we give you the final, fixer,
injection. We only have to wait for your body to rearrange itself into it's
new pattern now."
She put her needles and bottles back into her bag, and pulled out one
more small needle, and yet another serum bottle.
"This is the final injection," she explained, as she filled the needle
from the bottle.
"We will not give this to you now, but it will be given immediately if
you try to resist us," she said.
She then placed a cap over the needle part of the syringe, and placed it
on a tray on the dressing table.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she continued, "the final dose can be given orally
as well."
She took some envelopes of powder from her bag, giving one to each of the
women present after showing the contents to Sam.
"It only takes a little bit to make your condition permanent, and it can
be given in liquids, or spread over food. I prefer the injections myself,
but I am a doctor," she concluded.
Saying this, she again reached into her bag and produced yet another
bottle and needle.
"This is merely a muscle relaxant," she said. "It was invented by the
Russians for use in their interrogation process, but I have refined it to be
used medically. It causes your voluntary muscles to relax totally, leaving
the involuntary ones, like the heart, working normally. Your mind will still
be active, but you will not be able to move without assistance."
The fire in Sam's groin has subsided to a manageable level by now, and
Sam didn't figure he needed a relaxant, strong or weak. Of course, these
women were not asking his opinion of anything.
Gloria swabbed an area on Sam's hip, and injected the serum into him.
"We really don't want you to get cramps, or bed sores," Gwen said. "This
last drug will permit us to untie you, and make you easy to move around. The
beautiful thing is that you will know what is happening to you all the while."
As soon as the women were sure the relaxant had taken effect, they did
untie Sam's arms and legs. Then, they pulled the cloth from his mouth. As
they did, he saw they had stuffed a pair of someone's panties in his mouth to
keep him quite. Some consolation!
Finished with the procedure, the women again left the bedroom. Sam could
hear them talking for quite a long time in the other room.
As he lay helpless on the bed, he began to feel the effects of the drugs
begin. He suddenly felt flushed, then almost immediately chilled. This
continued for quite a while, and then the pain in his groin came back, with
almost as much intensity as when the needles had been injected. He passed
out from the pain somewhat later.
Chapter 3 - A Quick Girlhood
When he regained consciousness, Sam felt strange all over. He could feel
the serum coursing through his body, of course, but the pain in his groin had
given way to a dull throb. A similar throb came from his chest, leading him
to think his heart was going to give out. He just lay in pain for a long
time.
Eventually, Gwen came into the bedroom, and rolled Sam over on one side.
She put her hand on his head, then to his groin area, as if checking for a
temperature. She merely grunted, and went out of the room again.
Later on, Lois came in and repeated the process, rolling him to the other
side.
Sam lay in his pain for a long time. Then, the pain in his groin gave
way to a numbness. As the relief from pain came, he noticed that the room
was beginning to become brighter. It must be morning, he thought.
Shortly after the numbness set in, Susan entered the bedroom.
"Good morning, sleepy head," she said. "Did you have an enjoyable night?
Was it all you expected?"
She laughed heartily at her own joke, and looked over Sam's body.
"Hmmmm," she said.
Over her shoulder, she called for Gloria and Lois.
When the two women entered, Lois immediately put her hands on Sam's
groin, and began doing something down there.
With the numbness, and the relaxant still effective, Sam couldn't tell
what she was doing.
She stood, backed up, and let Gloria repeat the process.
"I think the initial stages look very good," Gloria said, as she stood up.
"Yes. It looks and feels normal," Lois responded. "I think we can
release her from the relaxant now. I'm sure she'll be wanting to go to the
bathroom at least."
"Yes, I think so too," Gloria said, after pausing a moment to consider.
Gloria dug into her bag again, and drew out yet another needle. She
injected this one in Sam's hip, after swabbing the area.
"Sam, dear," she began, "this injection counteracts the relaxant we used
last night. You may feel some discomfort after it takes hold."
"Before you think of doing anything rash," Susan cut in, "take a look at
this."
Susan held a mirror up so that Sam could see his body.
In place of his penis and balls, he could see a slit on a mound of flesh.
He noticed that his thick chest hair had fallen out, and was lying on his
chest unattached. Looking closer, he could see small hairs all over the
pillow, where his beard had fallen out. His hair was longer than it had
seemed last night, but not overly long. On his chest, he saw nipples,
looking like pencil erasers. They were at least triple the size of his
normal nipples, and the area surrounding them seemed to be wider as well. In
short, he saw what appeared to be a prepubescent female body.
"If you understand what you are seeing," Susan continued, "just remember
it can be reversed right now. But, if you give us any trouble at all, we
will not hesitate to give you the fixer dose."
As Susan was giving this warning, Sam began to feel his muscles twitching
involuntarily as feeling came back to them. In a few minutes, he was able to
raise his arm or leg, as directed by Lois.
When he got that far, Lois and Gwen helped him into a sitting position,
and moved his legs over the side of the bed. They let him sit there for a
few minutes, then helped him stand up.
Gwen took Sam's hand, and led him into the bathroom attached to the
bedroom. She made sure Sam was sitting on the toilet.
"We women have to sit down to do anything on the toilet," Gwen explained.
"Just relax and do whatever comes naturally. I know you at least have to
urinate."
Sam was tense by Gwen's presence in the bathroom, but he tried to take
her counsel. He felt his bladder was full, and knew he had to empty that.
After a few minutes, he heard, rather than felt, a stream of urine striking
the water in the toilet bowl.
When the sound of the urine in the bowl stopped, Gwen spoke again. "Now,
it is important that you clean any residue from your vaginal area. Take a
piece of toilet tissue, and wipe the wetness away."
Sam complied, ending up with very damp fingers, and several sheets of wet
toilet paper, which he just dropped into the bowl.
"You must remember to do this every time, Sam, dear," Gwen continued.
"If you don't, bacteria will form, and they can cause all sorts of problems
you don't need."
She had Sam wash his hands at the sink, then led him back to the bed.
"Well, Sam, we all have to get to work," Susan announced. "Sharon has
agreed to stay with you until we get home. If you need anything, just knock
on the door."
Saying this, the women left the room, closing the door with a click that
Sam recognized as the lock being locked.
Sam sat on the bed in shock for some time. He still could hardly
comprehend what had happened to him. Indeed, he could feel it still
happening, as the drugs were speeding through his body causing changes to
take place.
He was still in a stupor when the door opened, and Sharon came in with a
breakfast tray. She put the tray down on a makeup table, and pulled the seat
out.
"Come over to the table and have your breakfast, Sam," Sharon said to him.
Sam walked over and sat down. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until
he looked at the food. There was juice, and milk, and a bowl of cereal.
"Growing girls need a good breakfast," Sharon volunteered gleefully.
"I'm not a GIRL," Sam insisted to her.
"Well, I think I'd look in the mirror before I said that so positively,"
Sharon said with a laugh.
Sam raised his view to the mirror on the table, and saw a girl's face
looking back at him. Familiar, yet feminine. He knew it was his face, and
this was not a dream.
Now dejected, he poked at the cereal. He drank the juice, but not the
milk. Then, he just sat there.
"We women need extra calcium, Sam," Sharon explained. "Drink your milk,
and finish your cereal."
Sam was about to tell her what to do with the milk and cereal when his
eyes strayed to see a hypodermic needle lying on the table. He recalled the
warning that this was the final fix of his condition, and they would not
hesitate to use it if he did not cooperate fully. So, he bit off his retort,
and finished off the breakfast.
"That's a good girl," Sharon said. "Now, go over and sit on the bed
until I leave the room."
Sam obediently went over to the bed, and Sharon gathered the tray. She
left the room, and Sam heard the click as the door was locked.
When she left, Sam got up and began pacing. He could not believe what
was happening to him, and he was determined to get out of this mad house at
the first possible moment. He was also determined to leave it as the man who
had walked in.
His glance was hypnotically drawn to the needle on the dressing table.
As long as that was hanging over his head, he knew he had little chance of
realizing his determination. He sighed, and lay down on the bed.
Chapter 4 - Coming Out.
He lay a long time, when the door opened again. Sharon and Susan came in.
"My afternoon client cancelled," Susan explained, "so I came to help you
out."
Sam looked at the women with no expression on his face. He could see the
broad smiles on theirs.
"It is about lunch time, and we thought you might join us in the
kitchen," Susan said. "But girls don't go around the house naked. If you
agree to let us dress you, we will let you come out of the room. Otherwise,
you'll stay locked in here until the others come in from work."
Stir crazy from being in the room alone so long, Sam readily agreed to
let the women dress him.
Susan went over to the dresser, and got a pair of cotton panties out.
She handed these to Sam.
"Put these one, Sam dear," she said. "They go on just like your old
jockey shorts."
Sam pulled the panties up over his legs. They went on the same way as he
was used to, but they did not come up nearly to his waist. They stopped just
over the widest part of the hip. Another thing, they didn't have the fold in
them that his men's shorts had.
As he was putting on his shorts, Susan pulled a garment out of the
dresser. She held it up, then took it over to him.
"This is a slip," she explained. "We women wear them to keep our dresses
from clinging, and also to provide some modesty under our lighter fabric
dresses. This is a little girl's style. It should work well on you."
Jake looked at the garment. It had straps for the arms to go through,
then flowed down straight to below the waist, then belled out in flounces.
"Put your head through the bottom, and put your arms through the straps,"
Susan directed. "Then just let it slide down over your body."
Sam followed the directions, finding the bottom of the slip fell about
halfway between his waist and knees. Surprisingly, it seemed to fit. Susan
was at the closet now. She came back with a frilly little dress. She took
it off the hanger, and proceeded to unbutton the row of buttons on the back
of it. She handed it to Sam.
"Put this on the same way as you did the slip," She explained.
Sam fit the thing over his head, and put his arms through the sleeve
holes. He let it drop down, seeing it settle over the flounced area of the
slip.
Sharon came over to him, and began buttoning the back of the dress.
Then, she adjusted the sleeves so that they looked puffed. Finally, she
adjusted the skirt a bit.
Susan had been to the dresser again, and returned with some white socks.
"You know how to put socks on, I think," Susan said.
Sam pulled the socks on.
"You know we girls do things differently," Sharon said. She knelt down,
and doubled the tops of the socks down. When she got done, Sam could see
there was a thin line of lace on the socks.
"I really wish they made Mary Janes in your size," Susan said, "but they
don't, so we will have to settle for this pair of flats. They just slip on
your feet."
Sam put the shoes on, as directed.
"Stand up and let us see you," Susan directed.
Sam stood, and both women took a few steps backwards to get a better look.
"Turn around slowly," Susan again directed.
Sam turned, feeling their eyes examine him in the dress.
"Something is not right," Susan sighed.
"I know," said Sharon. "We need to do something with the hair."
"I think you are right," Susan agreed.
"Sam, come over here to the dressing table and sit down, please," Susan
said.
As Sam sat on the chair, Sharon began brushing his hair. It was longer
than he recalled it from this morning, but still fairly short.
Sharon stopped brushing, and considered a moment, then she picked up a
barrette and some bobby pins from the counter. She quickly went to work on
Sam's hair.
"I think you got it," Susan said when Sharon was done.
"Stand up, Sam," Susan continued.
"You look adorable," she said as Sam complied.
"Now, let's go into the kitchen for lunch," Sharon suggested.
As Sam followed the women to the kitchen, he could feel the skirts of the
slip and dress hitting against his legs, then swinging away. It felt both
strange and pleasant at the same time.
They got into the kitchen, and the women sat down. Sam did as well, but
the women stopped him.
"You have to smooth your skirt under your behind," Sharon explained.
"Otherwise you'll get a cold butt."
Both women laughed. Sam had felt the coolness of the seat momentarily
when he'd sat without the smoothing, so he realized he was being told the
truth.
Sam smoothed the skirt under him, and sat. The fabric of the skirt
protected his butt from the coolness of the vinyl chair, though the upper
part of his legs felt it. The skirt didn't reach that far down his legs.
There was a bowl of salad in the middle of the table, which Sharon
apportioned to each of them. She also poured coffee for herself and Susan,
and a glass of milk for Sam.
"Can I have coffee too," Sam asked.
"Not yet, dear," Susan replied. "Growing girls need all the calcium they
can get."
They ate in silence.
When the meal was complete, Sam wishing it had more substance but not
saying anything for fear of another rebuke, the women took the dishes to the
sink.
"Come over here, Sam," Sharon ordered. "We will wash, and you will dry."
Sam took the tendered apron and dish towel thinking unkind things about
this "women's work."
The dishes done, Sam was resigned to being taken back to the bedroom.
"I don't think we need to lock her up again," Susan suggested. "Why
don't we let her watch tv with us?"
For a moment Sam wondered what she was talking about, then realized that
she had been using the feminine pronoun to refer to him.
"Sounds good to me," Sharon replied.
The three of them went into the living room. Sam remembered to smooth
the skirt behind him as he sat on the sofa.
Susan got the remote control, and turned on the TV. The channel was
tuned to a cooking show. She pressed the button several times, until she
landed on a channel showing a soap opera.
Sam must have scowled at the choice of programming. He didn't see
afternoon television often, but knew he was not interested in soap operas.
"Pay attention to the program, Samantha," Susan rejoined. "You might
learn something that will come in handy later on."
Sam watched soaps with them for the rest of the afternoon.
The soap operas ended around 4:00, and the women took Sam back into the
kitchen.
"It is time to prepare dinner for the girls," Susan explained, fishing
through the refrigerator for different foods.
"I think we'll have lasagna tonight," Susan said after examining the
materials on hand.
"Sam, be a dear, and get the casserole dish from under the sink," Susan
said.
Sam found the glass dish on a shelf and brought it over to the counter.
"Thank you, dear," Susan said absently.
Being somewhat lost in he kitchen, Sam stepped back so as to be out of
the women's way.
"No, no, no," said Sharon. "Come right up here to the counter so you can
watch. We might even let you help."
The two women worked quickly, building the lasagna, and mixing the
ingredients for the sauce. Sam was not called upon to help anywhere, but
whenever his attention drifted away, one of the women reminded him to keep
watching and learning.
"Now, you can help, Samantha," Susan said.
Samantha?
"Oh, that's great Susan," Sharon said. "A very pretty name, and we won't
even have to change her nickname."
Sam got the idea they were talking about him again.
"Set the table, please," Susan ordered. "The plates are in the cabinet
over there."
Sam went to the indicated cabinet, and took the plates down. He took
them to the table, and began laying the plates around it. Then, he took the
utensils from another drawer, and put them next to the plates.
"No, no, Sam," Sharon said, laughing. "Didn't your mother teach you
anything? You set the fork on the left of the plate, the knife on the right
of the plate, and the spoon to the right of the knife."
Sam rearranged the utensils.
He noticed that there were no cups or glasses, so he went back to the
china cabinet, taking down enough to go around.
When he finished, Susan took him by the shoulders, and kissed the top of
his head.
"You did very well, Sam," she said, "but you will be having milk, not
coffee. Get a glass and put it here." She indicated a place. "Then put the
cup and saucer away."
Sam complied with a sigh.
The lasagna in the oven, and the table set, the three of them went back
in the living room to watch more television. It was some inane talk show
with a black woman asking stupid, abrasive questions of her guests. Sam
tried to look interested.
Jane and Carol came in together while Oprah was on. They took one look
at the sofa, and had Sam stand up and turn around for them. Both exclaimed
how adorable he looked.
Oprah was over when Gwen and Lois came in. Sam later found out that Gwen
was Lois' nurse at her office downtown. The ritual of exclaiming over Sam's
appearance was repeated.
At last, Gloria came in. She too exclaimed on how good Sam looked.
Sam felt like a prize kitten or dog, the way these women oohed and ahhed
over him. He also felt quite embarrassed to be wearing the dress in front of
all of them, though they took it a the most natural thing in the world.
The lasagna was done by now, and the whole crew adjourned to the kitchen
table for dinner.
"Sharon and I made lasagna. We didn't know what else to do tonight.
Samantha helped, and set the table," Susan said, grinning broadly.
The women all complimented Sam on the table, obviously proud that he was
accepting some of the duties. They also seemed to accept Samantha as his
name. He guessed he was going to be stuck with it.
After dinner, Sam was given an apron and stuck with clearing the table
and drying the dishes again. When he was done, and had hung the apron up in
the designated place, they joined the rest of the women in the living room.
"Don't sit down yet," Gloria said. "We need to check out your progress.
Come into the bedroom."
Sam glumly followed Gloria into the bedroom. Lois and Gwen followed the
both of them.
"Take off your clothes," Gloria ordered, her manner professional now.
Sam stumbled trying to get at the buttons on the dress, but Gwen helped him
there, and finally got undressed.
"Lie on your back here on the bed," Gloria ordered.
"Now bend your knees, and spread your legs," she ordered once more.
Unlike earlier, Sam felt Gloria's fingers as she opened his vaginal
passage and probed around inside.
"It seems normal enough," Gloria concluded, then began rubbing around
Sam's nipples.
"No significant growth, but then, it has been less than twenty four
hours," she said.
"She looks normal," Lois said to Gloria. "I'd have to do a full series
to be absolutely sure, but her process is certainly remarkable."
"Thank you," Gloria beamed. "It is too soon yet to have an internal,
though. We'll have that done in a few days."
Sam listened to the women talk together about him, but not to him. He
might as well have been a side of pork.
"You may get dressed now," Gloria said, at last to him.
"I think we can let her watch TV for a while with us," Lois said. "She
seems to have been a good girl today."
Sam was fumbling at getting his clothes back on. Gwen had to help him
with the buttons again.
Finally dressed, they all went back to the living room.
They watched the news together, then a couple of quiz shows.
"Samantha has had a hard day," Gloria said. "She still has a number of
changes going on, and she needs some sleep."
"She has been a good girl today," Sharon suggested.
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"Even good girls need lots of sleep to grow into big women, and good
mommies," Gloria replied.
"OK. It's bed time for Samantha, then," Susan said.
"Samantha, stand up, and kiss all your mommies," Susan continued.
Sam dutifully went to each of the women for a big hug, and a sloppy kiss.
Then, she followed Susan into the bedroom.
Susan unbuttoned the dress, and had Sam take off all his clothes. As he
was doing this, she went into the bathroom and began to run some bath water
for him.
"Come in here for your bath," she called to him.
Sam came into the bathroom, surprised to find the tub full of bubbles.
He got in the tub at Susan's order, and Susan washed him all over. Then,
Susan put some soap on her finger, and probed Sam's vagina.
"You will need to do that from now on," Susan explained. "You need to
keep your vagina clean, or you will get sick."
When she was done, Susan had Sam get out of the tub and dried him with a
big towel. She threw the towel into the hamper, and led Sam back into the
bedroom.
Susan went to the dresser, and came back with a short nightgown.
"Put this on, just like you did the slip earlier," Susan said.
Susan turned down the bed clothes as Sam was putting on the nightgown.
Sam got under the covers, which Susan smoothed over him.
"Good night, Sam," Susan said, as she bent over and kissed him on the
forehead.
Susan turned off the lights, and walked out of the room. Sam did not
hear the door lock, but he knew the others were in the living room anyway, so
there was no way out there.
He tossed and turned for a while, thinking of the predicament he found
himself in, then realized he was really tired, and finally fell asleep.
He was half awakened several times as one or the other of the women came
into the room, looked down upon him, and kissed him. He never became fully
awake, though.
Chapter 5 - Saturday
Sam was finally wakened to someone shaking his shoulder. He was stumped
for a moment, confused as to where he was. Then it all came back to him in a
flash. He opened his eyes to see Gloria looking down at him.
"Good morning, Samantha," she said, smiling broadly at him.
"Let's just have a quick look at you."
Like the evening before, Gloria probed his vagina first, then ran her
hands under the nightgown and up over Sam's chest. Sam felt the resistance,
and the strange movement on his chest. He was somewhat startled at the
sensation, and it must have shown on his face.
"Your breasts are beginning to grow, Samantha," Gloria informed him.
"They are well formed, but still quite small. Never fear, they will grow."
Not really believing he was growing breasts, Sam picked up the nightgown.
Sure enough, some small, but discernable fatty tissue had grown under his
nipples. With a sigh, he dropped the nightgown over him again.
Gloria just laughed at this reaction and left the room.
"Well, Samantha," Susan said as she came in, "I hear your breasts are
forming. You'll have your first period pretty soon, I guess."
Period? Was he going to have the woman's curse as well as everything
else that had happened to him?
Susan was smiling as she said, "Well, a young girl with budding breasts
simply can't wear the little girl's dress you had yesterday. Let's see what
else we can find."
Susan turned to the dresser. She pulled a pair of nylon panties out,
handing them to Sam. Sam looked at the white things, especially at the lace
all over them. They were even smaller than the panties he'd been given
yesterday. Sighing, he put them on.
Susan held out a cotton bra to him.
"This is a training bra," she explained. "It is for younger girls just
beginning to show their breasts. I guess you qualify." She laughed at the
last part.
"Put your arms through the straps, then over your shoulders."
"Good, now pull the cups over your little breasts."
Susan came over now. "Now, there are little hooks and eyes at the back
of the strap. Feel them with your fingers, then put the hooks into the eyes."
Sam stumbled doing it, but got the little hooks through the eyes.
"Here's your slip," Susan said, handing Sam a nylon slip. This one did
not have the flounced bottom, but did have cups in the top.
Sam got the slip on, figuring out that he needed to get the slip's cups
over the bra's.
"Hmmmmm. What can we find for outerwear," Susan considered as she looked
through the closet.
Finally she came over to Sam holding two hangers. One had a white blouse
on it. It kind of looked like a short sleeved shirt, but it had lacy edges
on the collar, and some kind of embroidered flower stitched on the front of
it. It also had a seam on both sides, so it would fit over a girl's breasts.
The skirt was on the other hanger. It was pleated, and full. The design on
it was simply repeated roses on a white background. At the waistband, Sam
saw a button and a zipper.
Sam figured out how to put the blouse on. It wasn't much different than
putting on a shirt. Of course, it buttoned backwards, and he did have to
adjust it so the fuller part fit over his breasts.
He looked at the skirt for a minute. He'd seen women taking them off and
putting them on for years, but he'd never done it for himself. He unbuttoned
the button, and unzipped the zipper. He stuck his hands through the waist,
and let it settle down on him from over his head. It stuck once at his
breasts, but tugged free rather easily. He caught it at his waist, and began
turning it around to figure out what to do with the zipper.
"Put the button and zipper at the back, dear," Susan said.
Sam got his arms around back, and managed to get the skirt buttoned with
some difficulty. The zipper was a little easier.
Susan provided a clean pair of white anklets, and the same shoes as
yesterday.
Jake remembered to double the anklets down, showing the lace. Then he
stood up for Susan's inspection. He even turned completely around without
her asking.
"Very nice, Samantha," Susan said. "Now, let's do something with your
hair."
Susan brushed Sam's hair, getting much longer now, straight back. Then,
she brushed it upwards from the nape of the neck. She caught the hair from
all over the head, and put a rubber band around it, creating a pony tail.
"Now, let's get some breakfast," Susan said
They went into the kitchen, where the other women were assembled. Sam
had to stop in the middle of the floor and pirouette for the ladies, so they
could all compliment him on being such an attractive young lady.
Sam remembered to smooth the skirt as he sat in his chair. The meal was
the same as yesterday.
This time, he ate the meal, and drank his milk, without a whimper.
The women were drinking coffee, watching, as Sam ate. They noticed that
he collected the dishes, taking them to the sink when he was done.
"That's a good girl," Sharon said.
Sharon washed, and Sam donned the apron, drying again.
They all went into the living room when the dishes were done.
Gloria came over to Sam on the sofa. "You are developing nicely, my
dear," she said. "I think we can speed the process a little bit though."
She got her bag, and filled a needle from one of the bottles.
"Lie on your front on the sofa," Gloria directed.
When Sam complied, Gloria lifted the skirt and slip up, exposing Sam's
panties. She pulled the waistband of the panties down slightly, and swabbed
an area on his hip. Then, she jabbed him with the needle.
Sam started when the needle bit into him, then eased up. He felt the
fluid entering his body, but it was not the severe burning he recalled from
the last time.
Pulling the needle out, Gloria swabbed the hip again, readjusting the
panties, and pulling the slip and skirt down.
"I am done, Samantha," Gloria announced. "You may sit up now."
Sam sat up on the sofa, after rubbing the sore spot created by the shot.
He really did not feel too much. Then, the injection hit him all at once,
and he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Chapter 6 - Growing Pains
He did not know how long he had been out when he returned to the world.
He did know he felt a terrible binding across his chest and around his butt.
As he recalled where he was, he had a sinking feeling of why he was so
uncomfortable.
"Fascinating," Lois was saying to Gloria. "I have never seen such rapid
development."
"It does not happen too often," Gloria responded. "Every once in a while
I do get a responsive subject, and we can accelerate the process this way,
though."
"Ah, I see sleeping beauty has awakened," Gwen said to the women sitting
around the living room.
"And, I can also see she seems quite uncomfortable," she continued.
"Come along to the bedroom, Samantha," Sharon said.
Sam rose to follow Sharon. He felt very much different now. Obviously,
he felt different all along in his new female body, but now he felt top
heavy, and bottom heavy at the same time. Besides that, his chest and butt
were tight.
As soon as they got into the bedroom, Sharon told him to take off all his
clothing.
He undid the skirt, and let it fall to the floor. Next he unbuttoned the
blouse.
The tightness in his chest decreased as he got it unbuttoned. He got it
off, and laid it on the bed. Then, he pulled the slip over his head.
The tightness eased up a little more, though much less than in removing
the blouse.
Unhooking the bra brought a sense of relief that was almost ecstacy. He
dropped the bra on the other clothes, and slipped the panties down.
The tightness in his butt eased. It had not been as severe as that in
his chest, but bad enough.
He then slipped off the shoes and socks.
Sharon came over to him, with a tape measure in her hands.
"Stand up, Sam," she ordered.
Sam stood, as she began taking measurements in several places on his
body. Several times, she had him move his arms to the sides, so she could
get the tape in the desired spot. When she was finally done, she had a
series of numbers written on a piece of paper.
"Just sit on the bed and wait for a few minutes," she said, leaving the
room.
Susan came into the room a few minutes later, just to keep Sam company.
In a bit, Sharon came back in. She handed a sheet of paper to Susan, who
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Susan put a couple of bills on the tray, and Sam realized that the small
salad had been the entire lunch. Sam was still hungry.
The women stood and left the restaurant. They walked down the mall a
bit, and entered a store marked "Parklane Hosiery."
Sam had seen the store before. It had models of some exotic women's
underwear in the display windows. Of course, he had never had any reason to
be in such a store before.
The inside lived up to the promise of the displays. There were racks and
shelves of filmy, and lacy underwear, in all manner of styles. He recognized
bras and panties, and stockings, but some of the items were unfamiliar to him.
The others were browsing through the store. Every so often, one of the
women would carry an item over to where Sam was standing, and hold the item
in front of him. Often, these treks got responses of, "That's cute," from
the others. Sam felt more like a dressmaker's dummy than a participant.
Eventually, Susan collected several bags of items from the salesgirl.
She paid with a credit card. Sam was not sure what was in the packages,
though he had a suspicion that it was filmy, and sexy, and he would find out
soon enough.
Jane said, "I have to see someone now. Why don't you all take Sam over
to Frederick's, and I'll join you in a few minutes." She then left the
group, heading further down the mall.
The others took Sam to another nearby store. This one bore the legend,
"Frederick's of Hollywood."
Even a macho guy like Sam knew that Frederick's was the kind of place
where the girls who posed in stag magazines got their underwear. He was sure
he wanted nothing to do with this store, and the displays in the window did
nothing to change that opinion.
The crowd entered the store anyway. Again, the women browsed through the
merchandise, and repeated the ritual of holding things up to Sam.
Sam was surprised that Frederick's had dresses and other things, as well
as underwear. He was not overly surprised that the dresses were generally
very short, and generally had very revealing necklines, slits, and other
mechanisms designed to show skin.
The women picked over the stock, and again Susan paid for a number of
bags with her credit card.
Jane returned about this time. She went over to Susan, and whispered in
her ear. Susan nodded several times, and whispered back. Then Jane
whispered to each of the others in turn. Finally, she came over to Sam.
"I think I have a surprise, and some good news for you, Sam," she said.
"Follow me."
Chapter 10 - Meeting With The Law
Sam followed Jane out of the store, and down the mall in the direction
she had gone before. Gwen came along to keep them company.
They walked up to a store front labelled, "Department of Motor Vehicles,
Driver's Licenses." Jane entered and the others followed.
Sam was wondering what was going on. He had no birth certificate as a
girl, and already had a driver's license.
Jane walked up to the counter and requested of the clerk, "Lieutenant
Rogers, please."
The clerk said a few words, to which Jane replied, though Sam couldn't
make out the conversation over the background of the noisy office. The clerk
turned, went to a closed door, and went in. When she returned, she had
another woman with her.
Lieutenant Rogers was dressed in a navy blue skirt, with a powder blue
blouse. The state seal adorned the sleeves of the blouse, and a big silver
badge dominated the front of it.
"Hello again, Jane," the Lieutenant said.
"Is this the case you spoke to me about a while ago?," she continued,
looking right at Sam.
"Yes, Mary," replied Jane. "This is Samantha."
"OK," the Lieutenant said. "Why don't you all come back into my office."
Gwen, Sam and Jane followed her into the office.
The Lieutenant sat behind a desk, and motioned for the others to sit
down. She specifically indicated that Sam was to sit in the chair right in
front of the desk.
"This is an interesting situation," the Lieutenant said. "But, I will be
most happy to do what I can for you, Jane."
Lieutenant Rogers took a piece of typing paper out of the desk, and
turned it so it faced Sam.
"Write 'Samantha Louise Gordon' on the paper, please," she directed.
Sam was astounded, but complied with the demand.
The Lieutenant looked at the paper, and sighed. "This is the least
feminine writing I have seen in a long time. Try again, but take your time,
and do it legibly."
Sam tried again. In fact, he tried a dozen times before Lieutenant
Rogers was satisfied. Then, the Lieutenant had Sam practice again another
dozen times.
"Not good, but I think it will do," Lieutenant Rogers finally said, and
turned to draw a stack of forms from her desk.
"Jane, I think you are going to have to teach Samantha penmanship," the
Lieutenant said, as she turned the forms around toward Sam.
Jane, Gwen and the Lieutenant broke out in laughter.
"Now, Samantha. Write the same way you just practiced on each of these
forms by the big X in the lower corner," the Lieutenant directed.
Sam began writing. As he was occupied, Jane slipped a couple papers of
her own in the pile.
The girls bantered lightly with the Lieutenant, while Sam was developing
writer's cramp on the forms. Obviously, the Lieutenant and Jane were good
friends.
At last, Sam finished the last of the papers, and the Lieutenant took
them back. She turned to her typewriter, and typed a few things on each of
several forms. She then separated some of the forms into three distinct
piles, and tore up the rest.
"I had you do some extras," the Lieutenant smiled. "They are no good any
more."
"Samantha come along with me," she continued.
They went back out into the main office area, where the Lieutenant had
Sam sit on a high stool. She then put one of the forms in some kind of
machine, and began to focus a camera. Sam realized it was a camera when the
light flashed.
The Lieutenant waited a few seconds, then picked up a card that had
dropped from the machine into which she had fed the form earlier. She ran
the card through another machine, and it returned laminated. Then she had
Sam follow her back to the office.
The Lieutenant handed the card to Jane, who handed her another laminated
card.
"Thanks, Mary," Jane said. "I really appreciate this."
"Any time, Jane," the Lieutenant replied.
The Lieutenant picked up one of the piles of papers, and handed that to
Jane as well, and ushered the three out of the office.
Chapter 11 - More Shopping
Sam followed Jane and Gwen back up the mall, and into a coffee shop. The
other women were seated around a table, and the three newcomers joined them.
When coffee was brought for them, the other women looked at Jane with
questions in their faces.
"Ta-dah!" Jane uttered, and passed the laminated card from the
Lieutenant around the table.
"Wow! I didn't think you could do it," was the consensus of the women.
The card finally passed to Sam. He looked at it to see what the stir was
all about. It said "State Identity Card", and the face staring at him from
the card was the same one he'd seen in the mirror at the beauty shop. It
listed the name as "Samantha Louise Gordon," and the address was Susan's. It
also had a facsimile of the writing he had done in the Lieutenant's office.
Sam's face fell as he realized the state now had a document proving he was a
female.
Jane laughed at Sam's expression. "You know, Mary was quite impressed by
your story, Sam," she began. "She did this as a favor to me, but I still had
to give her your old driver's license to get it."
Sam was shocked. His driver's license was gone, and he now had a female
identification. He looked at the card again, and it even had his birthday
entered correctly.
"Put the card in your purse, Sam," Susan said. "You don't want to lose
it."
The women finished their coffee, and led Sam back out into the mall.
They went into another keystone department store.
As they entered the store, a lady was holding a bottle of perfume,
offering to spray it on anyone who entered. Susan pointed to Sam and told
her to put some on him.
They went directly to the hosiery department. Susan picked up several
packages of stockings, then led them to the misses department.
It was almost a duplication of the earlier stores they had been in. The
women browsed through the racks of clothing, bringing some to hold against
Sam. Some of them were apparently acceptable, and were placed in a neat pile
on a counter. When they were done browsing, Susan asked the salesgirl for
directions to the dressing room.
The whole herd moved off in the direction indicated.
Susan led Sam into the cubicle, and had him take off his skirt and
blouse. Then, she had Sam put each of the selected items on, one by one,
going out of the cubicle each time so the others could see how the item
looked on Sam.
Sam was not enjoying the experience, but he was enduring it.
At long last, Sam had tried everything on, and the items were lying in
two stacks on the bench in the cubicle. Susan then had Sam put his blouse
and skirt back on.
They emerged from the dressing room, and Susan took one pile of clothing
back to the racks, then the other to the salesgirl. She paid for the items
with her credit card, and received a number of filled bags in return. Then,
the group went back into the mall.
It was now around 5:00, and Lois suggested that they should stop at
Barney's for dinner. Barney's was a steakhouse inside the mall.
The others agreed, and off they walked to Barney's.
Sam was overjoyed. Finally, they were going to have a real meal.
They sat around the table, and the waitress came to each in turn for
their orders. Sam noticed that the women were ordering salads, a small
portion of meat, and a small vegetable. He wondered how they could satisfy
their appetites with such small meals. He knew what he wanted. A 16 ounce
T-Bone, with fries.
Gwen was sitting next to him, and the waitress got to her first.
"I'll have the small house salad, with diet French," she began, "and the
small New York strip, medium, with peas. Samantha," pointing at Sam, "will
have the same. Oh, I'll have iced tea, but Sam wants a big glass of skim
milk."
The waitress noted the orders, and walked away.
Sam was stunned, not unusual for today. Here they were in a nice steak
house, and he was going to get the smallest cut of meat they offered. Heck,
the salad was three times bigger than the meat would be. And milk!
Anticipating this meal, his hunger was still in place, but he wasn't getting
any enjoyment from the idea of the meal.
Sam was not proven wrong when the meal came. He liked big, juicy, rare
cuts of meat. This thing was brown all the way through, and almost big
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Susan put a couple of bills on the tray, and Sam realized that the small
salad had been the entire lunch. Sam was still hungry.
The women stood and left the restaurant. They walked down the mall a
bit, and entered a store marked "Parklane Hosiery."
Sam had seen the store before. It had models of some exotic women's
underwear in the display windows. Of course, he had never had any reason to
be in such a store before.
The inside lived up to the promise of the displays. There were racks and
shelves of filmy, and lacy underwear, in all manner of styles. He recognized
bras and panties, and stockings, but some of the items were unfamiliar to him.
The others were browsing through the store. Every so often, one of the
women would carry an item over to where Sam was standing, and hold the item
in front of him. Often, these treks got responses of, "That's cute," from
the others. Sam felt more like a dressmaker's dummy than a participant.
Eventually, Susan collected several bags of items from the salesgirl.
She paid with a credit card. Sam was not sure what was in the packages,
though he had a suspicion that it was filmy, and sexy, and he would find out
soon enough.
Jane said, "I have to see someone now. Why don't you all take Sam over
to Frederick's, and I'll join you in a few minutes." She then left the
group, heading further down the mall.
The others took Sam to another nearby store. This one bore the legend,
"Frederick's of Hollywood."
Even a macho guy like Sam knew that Frederick's was the kind of place
where the girls who posed in stag magazines got their underwear. He was sure
he wanted nothing to do with this store, and the displays in the window did
nothing to change that opinion.
The crowd entered the store anyway. Again, the women browsed through the
merchandise, and repeated the ritual of holding things up to Sam.
Sam was surprised that Frederick's had dresses and other things, as well
as underwear. He was not overly surprised that the dresses were generally
very short, and generally had very revealing necklines, slits, and other
mechanisms designed to show skin.
The women picked over the stock, and again Susan paid for a number of
bags with her credit card.
Jane returned about this time. She went over to Susan, and whispered in
her ear. Susan nodded several times, and whispered back. Then Jane
whispered to each of the others in turn. Finally, she came over to Sam.
"I think I have a surprise, and some good news for you, Sam," she said.
"Follow me."
Chapter 10 - Meeting With The Law
Sam followed Jane out of the store, and down the mall in the direction
she had gone before. Gwen came along to keep them company.
They walked up to a store front labelled, "Department of Motor Vehicles,
Driver's Licenses." Jane entered and the others followed.
Sam was wondering what was going on. He had no birth certificate as a
girl, and already had a driver's license.
Jane walked up to the counter and requested of the clerk, "Lieutenant
Rogers, please."
The clerk said a few words, to which Jane replied, though Sam couldn't
make out the conversation over the background of the noisy office. The clerk
turned, went to a closed door, and went in. When she returned, she had
another woman with her.
Lieutenant Rogers was dressed in a navy blue skirt, with a powder blue
blouse. The state seal adorned the sleeves of the blouse, and a big silver
badge dominated the front of it.
"Hello again, Jane," the Lieutenant said.
"Is this the case you spoke to me about a while ago?," she continued,
looking right at Sam.
"Yes, Mary," replied Jane. "This is Samantha."
"OK," the Lieutenant said. "Why don't you all come back into my office."
Gwen, Sam and Jane followed her into the office.
The Lieutenant sat behind a desk, and motioned for the others to sit
down. She specifically indicated that Sam was to sit in the chair right in
front of the desk.
"This is an interesting situation," the Lieutenant said. "But, I will be
most happy to do what I can for you, Jane."
Lieutenant Rogers took a piece of typing paper out of the desk, and
turned it so it faced Sam.
"Write 'Samantha Louise Gordon' on the paper, please," she directed.
Sam was astounded, but complied with the demand.
The Lieutenant looked at the paper, and sighed. "This is the least
feminine writing I have seen in a long time. Try again, but take your time,
and do it legibly."
Sam tried again. In fact, he tried a dozen times before Lieutenant
Rogers was satisfied. Then, the Lieutenant had Sam practice again another
dozen times.
"Not good, but I think it will do," Lieutenant Rogers finally said, and
turned to draw a stack of forms from her desk.
"Jane, I think you are going to have to teach Samantha penmanship," the
Lieutenant said, as she turned the forms around toward Sam.
Jane, Gwen and the Lieutenant broke out in laughter.
"Now, Samantha. Write the same way you just practiced on each of these
forms by the big X in the lower corner," the Lieutenant directed.
Sam began writing. As he was occupied, Jane slipped a couple papers of
her own in the pile.
The girls bantered lightly with the Lieutenant, while Sam was developing
writer's cramp on the forms. Obviously, the Lieutenant and Jane were good
friends.
At last, Sam finished the last of the papers, and the Lieutenant took
them back. She turned to her typewriter, and typed a few things on each of
several forms. She then separated some of the forms into three distinct
piles, and tore up the rest.
"I had you do some extras," the Lieutenant smiled. "They are no good any
more."
"Samantha come along with me," she continued.
They went back out into the main office area, where the Lieutenant had
Sam sit on a high stool. She then put one of the forms in some kind of
machine, and began to focus a camera. Sam realized it was a camera when the
light flashed.
The Lieutenant waited a few seconds, then picked up a card that had
dropped from the machine into which she had fed the form earlier. She ran
the card through another machine, and it returned laminated. Then she had
Sam follow her back to the office.
The Lieutenant handed the card to Jane, who handed her another laminated
card.
"Thanks, Mary," Jane said. "I really appreciate this."
"Any time, Jane," the Lieutenant replied.
The Lieutenant picked up one of the piles of papers, and handed that to
Jane as well, and ushered the three out of the office.
Chapter 11 - More Shopping
Sam followed Jane and Gwen back up the mall, and into a coffee shop. The
other women were seated around a table, and the three newcomers joined them.
When coffee was brought for them, the other women looked at Jane with
questions in their faces.
"Ta-dah!" Jane uttered, and passed the laminated card from the
Lieutenant around the table.
"Wow! I didn't think you could do it," was the consensus of the women.
The card finally passed to Sam. He looked at it to see what the stir was
all about. It said "State Identity Card", and the face staring at him from
the card was the same one he'd seen in the mirror at the beauty shop. It
listed the name as "Samantha Louise Gordon," and the address was Susan's. It
also had a facsimile of the writing he had done in the Lieutenant's office.
Sam's face fell as he realized the state now had a document proving he was a
female.
Jane laughed at Sam's expression. "You know, Mary was quite impressed by
your story, Sam," she began. "She did this as a favor to me, but I still had
to give her your old driver's license to get it."
Sam was shocked. His driver's license was gone, and he now had a female
identification. He looked at the card again, and it even had his birthday
entered correctly.
"Put the card in your purse, Sam," Susan said. "You don't want to lose
it."
The women finished their coffee, and led Sam back out into the mall.
They went into another keystone department store.
As they entered the store, a lady was holding a bottle of perfume,
offering to spray it on anyone who entered. Susan pointed to Sam and told
her to put some on him.
They went directly to the hosiery department. Susan picked up several
packages of stockings, then led them to the misses department.
It was almost a duplication of the earlier stores they had been in. The
women browsed through the racks of clothing, bringing some to hold against
Sam. Some of them were apparently acceptable, and were placed in a neat pile
on a counter. When they were done browsing, Susan asked the salesgirl for
directions to the dressing room.
The whole herd moved off in the direction indicated.
Susan led Sam into the cubicle, and had him take off his skirt and
blouse. Then, she had Sam put each of the selected items on, one by one,
going out of the cubicle each time so the others could see how the item
looked on Sam.
Sam was not enjoying the experience, but he was enduring it.
At long last, Sam had tried everything on, and the items were lying in
two stacks on the bench in the cubicle. Susan then had Sam put his blouse
and skirt back on.
They emerged from the dressing room, and Susan took one pile of clothing
back to the racks, then the other to the salesgirl. She paid for the items
with her credit card, and received a number of filled bags in return. Then,
the group went back into the mall.
It was now around 5:00, and Lois suggested that they should stop at
Barney's for dinner. Barney's was a steakhouse inside the mall.
The others agreed, and off they walked to Barney's.
Sam was overjoyed. Finally, they were going to have a real meal.
They sat around the table, and the waitress came to each in turn for
their orders. Sam noticed that the women were ordering salads, a small
portion of meat, and a small vegetable. He wondered how they could satisfy
their appetites with such small meals. He knew what he wanted. A 16 ounce
T-Bone, with fries.
Gwen was sitting next to him, and the waitress got to her first.
"I'll have the small house salad, with diet French," she began, "and the
small New York strip, medium, with peas. Samantha," pointing at Sam, "will
have the same. Oh, I'll have iced tea, but Sam wants a big glass of skim
milk."
The waitress noted the orders, and walked away.
Sam was stunned, not unusual for today. Here they were in a nice steak
house, and he was going to get the smallest cut of meat they offered. Heck,
the salad was three times bigger than the meat would be. And milk!
Anticipating this meal, his hunger was still in place, but he wasn't getting
any enjoyment from the idea of the meal.
Sam was not proven wrong when the meal came. He liked big, juicy, rare
cuts of meat. This thing was brown all the way through, and almost big
enough for an appetizer. At least the disappointing cut of meat caused him
to eat all the vegetables and salad, mostly to try and fill up the big hole
in his stomach.
The waitress was coming around the table again, to take dessert orders.
Again, Gwen ordered, "I'd like the vanilla yogurt. I think Samantha
would like the same."
Yogurt! First the teeny weeny meal, fit only for rabbits, and now they
wanted him to eat spoiled milk!
He blurted, "No."
Then, he thought about the final dose of medication in each of the
women's purses.
"I think I'll pass on dessert," he continued, weakly.
Gwen smiled, and said to the waitress, "That sounds like a good idea.
Just make it two coffees."
"Let's go powder our noses," she turned and said to Sam.
She stood, waited for him to do the same, and led him off to the ladies
room. Inside, she had Sam sit on the couch.
"How do you feel now?" she inquired.
"Strange, but not as bad as earlier," Sam replied. "This tampon thing
seems to keep getting bigger and bigger all the time."
Gwen smiled knowingly, and said, "Why don't you take it out. Go to the
stall, and pull the string. The tampon will come right out."
Sam did as she suggested, and the tampon came out easily. Not knowing
what to do with it, he dropped it in the bowl.
Gwen, who had been watching from the stall door, said, "That's all right.
It's biodegradable. Now, if you have anything else you need to do go ahead."
Sam did feel his bladder pushing on him, so he did his business. He got
some tissue, and cleaned himself off, noticing that the tissue came out
bloody.
Gwen fished in her purse, and produced another tampon. She handed it to
Sam, and gave him instructions on how to insert it.
Then, they both washed their hands in the sink. Sam was ready to go back
to the table, but Gwen stopped him.
"You've eaten all the lipstick off your lips," she laughed. "Make like
you were going to kiss someone while I redo it."
Sam pursed his lips, not relishing the move, but figuring he'd better
cooperate with Gwen.
Gwen put the lipstick on his lips, then turned to the mirror, and put
some on her own. Then they were ready to return to the others.
The coffee was at their places when they got back. Sam wanted to reach
for the sugar, but Gwen beat him to it, and passed him a package of Sugar
Twin. Resignedly, he put that into the cup.
While Sam and Gwen were sipping their coffee, the others finished their
desserts, and had coffee as well. At last, they finished, and the group got
up to leave.
Susan paid the bill with the credit card again.
As they reentered the mall, Susan gave Sam some of the shopping bags.
"Here Sam," she said. "You might as well carry some of this. It's all
for you anyway."
The group walked out of the mall, not stopping in any of the stores.
When they got to the parking lot, Susan looked at her watch.
"It is quarter to seven," she said to the group. "Sam has an appointment
with Darlene at seven. So, why don't we all meet at her shop?"
The group agreed to do so, and moved off to their separate cars. Sam
followed Susan and Jane.
At Jane's car, they put all the purchases in the trunk, and got Sam into
the back seat again. Then, they rolled out of the mall.
Chapter 12 - Darlene's
They drove into the down town area. Jane pulled up into a parking space
on one of the streets that had recently been renovated. It was rather nice,
with trees, grass, and flowers boxes abounding on the sidewalks. They got
out of the car, and Sam followed the girls down the sidewalk.
Sam had noticed the clicking of their high heels all day in the mall, but
here on the concrete of the sidewalk, it seemed louder. The click of his own
shoes reminded him how he was dressed.
They came to a small shop. There was a single mannequin in the show
window, with a frilly, lacy dress on it. The discreet sign in the window
read, "Darlene Jergan, Custom Frocks." The all went inside.
They were met by a woman, who came to Jane and Susan, greeting them with
hugs. Then, the woman turned to Sam, and stepped back.
"So this is Sam," she said with a big smile. She then stepped up to him,
and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. "Hiya, Sam."
Sam stood rooted in disbelief. He knew this woman as well. He'd met her
at the Red Rooster a couple months back. Like most of the other women he'd
been in contact with for the past few days, he had taken her to bed, then
dropped the idea of seeing her again.
Darlene smiled ever more broadly, as recognition dawned on Sam's face.
"You are looking much better, Sam, dear," she said with a big smile. She
emphasized the word much.
Darlene turned to Susan and Jane, saying, "I just got it done. I think
you'll like it. I know Sam will."
"Great," Susan responded. "Shall we go to your fitting room now."
"Follow me," came the response.
They went to the rear of the store, behind some full length curtains.
There were curtains on the other walls as well. There was a long bench on
one wall, and a little platform in the center of the room.
"Strip down to your panties, Sam," Darlene instructed.
Sam was flabbergasted. He was not about to strip down in front of a
stranger. It was bad enough he had to do it in front of the group holding
him hostage.
"Ahem," Susan exclaimed, pointedly looking at her purse.
Sam got the idea, and began to take off his clothes.
While Sam was stripping, Darlene went behind one of the curtains forming
the walls. She stepped back in a moment later carrying a red silk dress.
She looked at Sam, and turned to the other women. "Those panties will
never do," she exclaimed. "Doesn't she have something else."
"Of course," Susan replied. "Let me go out to the car and get something
more suitable."
"No, I'll go," Jane volunteered. "It is my car, and I have the keys
anyhow." So, Jane went out to the car.
"Step up onto the platform, Sam," Darlene said.
Once Sam was standing on the platform, a full six inches above floor
level, Darlene began circling him, looking at him very critically.
Sam began to blush, with all her rapt attention on himself.
"Oh, how cute," Darlene said, noticing his redness.
She turned to Susan, and spoke, "I think those measurements you brought
me this morning are quite close. We should be able to finish up here
quickly."
As she finished, Jane returned to the dressing room.
"The others are drifting in now," she said. "I had them wait in the
store, Darlene."
"Here," she continued, handing a small package to Darlene.
Darlene opened the bag, and held up a wispy pair of panties, not even
half the size of the ones Sam was wearing. "These look like they will do
nicely," she said.
"Sam, change into these, please," Darlene said.
Sam changed into the offered panties. He was embarrassed even more now,
but he was having more trouble keeping his balance on the platform as he
changed into the new panties. They sure were smaller. There was a little,
transparent bit of fabric at his front, which ran down between his legs,
barely covering his genitals, then it turned into a strap that fit between
his cheeks. It joined a little elastic band covered with lace that circled
his hips.
Darlene stepped over to him, and pulled another garment out of the bag.
It was a ruffled elastic band, with garters hanging off of it. She put this
around his waist, and hooked it in the back.
Then Darlene picked up the dress she had brought in earlier. Unzipping
it, she put it over his head.
"Put your arms through the dress," she directed.
Sam did, and Darlene pulled the dress down over his body, zipping it up
in the back.
Sam was not amused by what he was now wearing.
There was a very snug elastic piece that Darlene adjusted under his
breasts. She pushed his breasts into small pockets above the elastic. They
didn't fit. In fact they only covered up to the dark area around his
nipples. Fully half of his breasts were exposed to view. The little piece
of starched lace at the top of the bodice stood straight up, not covering
anything at all. Below the elastic band, the dress was snug all down his
chest, through is waist, and over his hips. Hanging straight down from the
hips, the skirt stopped a full three inches above his knees. But the worst
part was the slit, directly centered in the front what came halfway up from
the hem of the skirt to his waist. The bottom of the slit stopped only a
fraction of an inch below the bottom of his panties.
"Oh, it's exactly what I had in mind," Susan cooed from the corner.
"It's lovely," Jane concurred. "Let me get the others."
Jane called the others, who had all now arrived, into the dressing room.
Darlene picked up a small clutch bag she had brought in with the dress,
and showed it to the women.
"I had a little material left, so I made a matching purse for her too,"
she explained.
Sam did not know what he felt like, standing on the platform, with all
these women staring at him. Their "how cute" and "lovely", etc., comments
did not help any either. He began to blush again. He did know he didn't
like it.
"Something isn't right, though," Jane said, considering Sam on the
platform.
"I've got it," Sharon said. "The makeup's all wrong."
The women concurred with that statement.
"Can I borrow your phone?" Jane asked.
"Certainly," Darlene replied. "There is an extension right over there at
the end of the sofa."
Sam could not hear both sides of the conversation as Jane dialed a number
and began talking.
"Hi. This is Jane," she was saying.
"I think we need your help again."
"Oh no."
"It isn't that, it's the makeup."
"Becky? Sure that would be great."
"Were here at Darlene's, on Park Street"
"Thanks, Aileen. I knew I could count on you."
Jane hung up the phone and turned to the others.
"Aileen can't come, but Becky's free, so she'll be down here in a few
minutes," Jane explained to the women.
"Becky's about the best cosmetologist in the city," Lois opined. "We're
lucky she could come."
Darlene looked at Sam, saying, "You can step down now, Sam. Just go over
and sit on the couch for a few minutes."
The women began to talk about the dress, and how nice it was, and
wondered how Darlene had done it so quickly.
Darlene told them that she had been expecting this for a week or so,
since Jane had been in then to be fitted for a dress and had explained the
situation. Since Sam was an old lover, she would be delighted to help out.
So, when Susan had brought the measurements over that morning, she had begun
cutting the fabric and sewing.
"I had a week to dream up a design," she was saying. "I thought this one
would just right for Sam."
"By the way, where are you all going tonight?"
"I thought we'd all go over to The Game Cock, and see if we could get in
some dancing," Susan responded.
Sam's heart sunk suddenly. He knew The Game Cock. It was a place he
frequented in search of the female of the species, or at least had been until
a day or so ago. Lots of other guys he knew went there often as well. He
knew he'd run into some of his old pals, if they were really going to that
club.
About this time, the curtain opened, and a woman dressed in a white
uniform stepped in. The name, "Becky" was embroidered over one breast.
"Hi, ladies, where's the patient", she smiled, obviously at ease with the
women.
"Right over there," Darlene volunteered, pointing directly at Sam.
"Oh, what a pretty dress," Becky said as she walked to the couch.
Suddenly, Becky stopped in mid-stride. She looked intensely at Sam's
face, then began to look puzzled.
"For a moment," she explained, "I thought you were someone I knew. A low
down rat named Sam Gordon."
"Oh, you know Sam Gordon?" Susan asked.
"Well, we were never introduced," Becky explained, "but the rat dated my
sister, and left her heartbroken after taking her virginity from her."
"Wow," Susan said. "That sounds like a bummer. I wonder what I'd do if
I ran across a guy, if I were in your shoes."
"I'd cut off his manhood," Becky said, without hesitation.
Sam cringed at this dialogue.
"Becky, I have a story I think you'll be interested in hearing," Susan
spoke.
Susan began telling Becky about Sam, and how they had gotten him tricked
into coming home with her, transformed him, and had him sitting over there on
the couch.
Sam was beet red by this time.
Becky looked at Sam again, and began to laugh.
"This is even better than I had ever hoped," she said. "Let me do him up
special for you."
"Great, Becky," Susan said, "but don't get so dramatic that we'll get
arrested."
Becky laughed again. "With that dress, it wouldn't take much."
Becky came all the way over to Sam now. She looked him over, then noted
his toenails were not polished.
"That dress will probably go better with open slings," she said to the
group.
"Yes," Darlene said, "those would really dress it up."
Jane just stood up, leaving the store.
Becky painted Sam's toenails, then began fussing around his face. She
used creams, and lotions, and lots of colors. When she finally stepped back,
the transformation was dramatic.
Awed "wow" was repeated throughout the room.
Darlene brought a mirror over to Sam.
He couldn't believe the lovely woman's face that was staring back at him.
It had been hard enough to see his face in the mirror before, but this was
entirely different.
Jane came back in with a shopping bag.
"Well, let's finish it off," Darlene suggested, reaching for the package
she had opened earlier.
She drew a pair of very sheer stockings from the bag, and began rolling
them down. She stepped over to Sam, sliding his foot into them, then rolling
them up his legs, and attaching them securely to the garters.
Jane brought over a shoe box from the package she had just brought in.
Inside were some high heeled shoes whose tops were crisscrossed, thin straps.
The whole toe was open. She slipped these on Sam's feet.
"Stand up, Samantha," Jane ordered.
As Sam stood, Jane went over to the bag, and brought out some jewelry
boxes. She went behind Sam, and replaced the necklace, actually a pendant on
a chain, with a heavy, stone encrusted one. A matching bracelet replaced the
one on his wrist, and a complimentary wristwatch went on his other wrist.
"The only trouble is," Jane said, "she only had her ears done this
morning. The matching earrings are going to be wasted."
"No they are not," chimed in Becky. "I can make the change without harm.
We did learn that in cosmetology school."
Becky then unfastened the studs in Sam's ears, and took the proffered
jeweled earrings from Jane. She deftly fitted the larger earrings through
the hole in the ear, and clasped them closed.
"Call me tomorrow," Becky volunteered, " and I'll come over and put the
daytime studs back in."
"We're going over to The Game Cock shortly," Susan said. "Why don't you
get changed, and join us. Then, you can come home afterwards and do the job.
That way we won't have to bother you on your day off."
"That's a great idea," Becky said, with her face aglow. "I'd really like
to see the party at the club anyway."
With that, the whole group went out into the main store.
"Would you mind if I got a few pictures for my scrapbook?" Darlene asked.
"I'm sure Sam would be happy to oblige," Susan said. "WOULDN'T YOU,
SAMANTHA."
There was no question that the last part was not a request for
information, so Sam meekly responded, "Sure."
There was a small stage at one side of the store, which Darlene used when
she had fashion shows. She directed Sam to go over and stand on the stage.
Once Sam was in position, Darlene went into another room, bringing back a
camera. Then, she flicked a switch on the wall, and the stage was brightly
lighted. She took a position in the middle of the room.
"Look over at Susan, Sam," she said.
"No. Don't turn your body, just your head," she instructed.
As Sam complied, he heard the motor whine, and a number of clicks.
"OK," Darlene said. "You can go back to the others now."
As Sam walked across the stage, and down the steps, he heard the motor
and clicks going. Darlene was taking more pictures.
"Thanks, girls," Darlene said. "I think I got some very good shots."
"Our pleasure, Darlene," Susan replied. "Why don't you join us at the
club later.
"Fantastic," Darlene said. "I'll change and be over after I close up the
store."
The group, plus Becky, left Darlene's and headed to their various cars.
"I'll see you guys later," Becky promised, as she drove off.
As Sam was walking down the sidewalk, he became aware of how different
this dress felt against his body. First, he wasn't wearing a bra now, and
his breasts were jiggling with every step he took. It was a bit
disconcerting, but he had found that he had to walk more upright in heels, to
balance the weight of the breasts in front of him, earlier, so it wasn't
totally out of place making adjustments for the overhang on his chest. He
also noticed that every step he took made one or the other of his legs feel
cooler, as they exited the slit in the front of the dress. He'd felt the
fabric of the mini-skirt bouncing in and out against his legs earlier, but
the feeling was different now, with the silk of the dress rubbing against the
bare part of his legs above the stockings. He was also quite aware that each
step he took exposed a large flash of leg, the stocking top, and at least one
of the garters.
As Sam got into the back seat of Jane's car, Susan leaned over and
adjusted the skirt of his dress so that it covered his legs. She just smiled
at him.
"You'll make a big hit tonight," she began, "if you forget to cross your
legs, or let the skirt fall away from your legs."
"I don't like this dress," Sam grumbled.
"Sure you do," Susan answered. "I bet you fantasized about your dates
wearing just this style a few weeks ago. Now, your dreams can come true."
Both Jane and Susan laughed. Sam sat sullenly in the back seat.
While they were driving to the night club, Susan took the few things out
of Sam's purse and deposited them into the little clutch Darlene made to
match the dress. She handed the purse to Sam when she got done.
Chapter 13 - The Game Cock
The arrived in the parking lot of the night club to find that the lot was
pretty full already, and it was not yet nine o'clock. Jane pulled the car
into a space beside Lois' big caddie.
"I see some of the others got here ahead of us," she observed.
They got out of the car, and walked across the parking lot to the door.
Sam was showing a lot of leg to the men who were also about to enter the club.
They climbed the few steps to the main door, and the tuxedoed doorman
opened the door for them.
"Ladies," he said.
They entered the lobby, and one of the managers stepped over to them.
"Hi, Susan," he said. "Hi, Jane. Who's your friend?"
"This is Samantha," Susan explained. "She's new."
"Sam, this is George. He runs this humble joint," she said to complete
the introduction.
"Hello, Sam," George said, taking Sam's hands in his. "I hope you enjoy
it here."
As George dropped Sam's hands, the three women turned to enter the main
room.
Susan led them through the doorway, down the long aisle between tables,
and down the few steps to the main floor. There were only a few tables down
here, as well as a dance floor, but the area was much brighter than the
tables toward the rear. Susan stopped and looked around.
Sam was sure Susan had led them down here to show him off to the other
customers. He'd already noticed a number of single men staring at him as
they had walked through the tables. He was absolutely sure he was the object
of those stares.
Susan spotted Lois and some of the others, and led Jane and Sam down a
side aisle, and up a couple of steps to a bunch of tables. Most of the
others were already seated at a group of tables pushed together. The
newcomers joined them.
A waitress named Chris came over to them to take drink orders. Sam had
tried to date her a month or so ago, but he'd struck out with her - one of
his few losses. She didn't seem to pay any particular attention to him as
she collected orders. Lois had ordered ginger ale for him.
The women began comparing the assets of the men seated at nearby tables.
Lots of talk of "hunks" and "geeks" was passed around. Sam was decidedly
uncomfortable with the conversation. He knew he couldn't leave, so he just
suffered in silence.
In a few minutes, Sam noticed a cool breeze on his thighs. He panicked.
He'd forgotten to cross his legs, and was now sitting exposed to whoever
could see. He was giving some lucky guys a real show, he though, as he
turned a deep red.
"What's wrong, Sam," Lois inquired. "Don't you like showing off?"
Sam turned even deeper red, as he quickly crossed his legs and covered
them with the fabric of the skirt.
All the women were giggling at his discomfort, making his embarrassment
even deeper.
Soon enough, they began talking and giggling about the men again.
Before long, the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and the band began to
play. The lights were still bright compared to where the group was seated,
but dimmer than when they had come into the club. Some of the single men
began circulating through the tables as well, looking for partners.
A handsome man came over to the table where the group was seated. He
greeted Susan, Jane, Lois, Gwen and Sharon by name, hugging them and kissing
them lightly as he was doing so. He was also introduced to the other members
of the group, including Sam. The women seemed genuinely pleased to see this
guy.
Sam knew the man. His name was Tom Bender, and they had often run across
each other in one club or another. Tom didn't travel in Sam's circle of
friends, but he always seemed to be in the company of lovely women. The few
times they had met in quieter bars, Tom had never spoken of those he'd taken
home. He would simply agree the women were lovely when someone broached the
subject to him.
Tom sat down next to Lois, at her suggestion. That put him between Lois
and himself.
"Tom," Lois said, "I would like to introduce you to Samantha. Sam, this
is Tom."
It all seemed so innocent and polite, yet Sam was feeling terribly
uncomfortable. Maybe it was Tom's staring at the exposed parts of his
breasts that was doing it.
"Well, hello Samantha," Tom said.
"I see you are keeping good company," he continued, complimenting the
entire group at once.
Demure giggles rose around the table.
Tom began making small talk, mostly with Lois, but trying to get Sam to
join in. Sam answered mostly only when directly asked a question.
Seeing Sam's discomfort, Lois suggested, "Tom, why don't you ask Sam to
dance."
Sam almost went into cardiac arrest. He did not want to go out in front
of all these people dressed as he was, and he was not sure if he could do
anything at all about dancing in high heels. It also occurred to him that he
would not be able to lead, so he didn't know how to dance as a woman.
"Well, Sam," Tom took up the suggestion eagerly, "would you care to
dance?"
Sam began to refuse politely, but one glance at Lois' face told him he'd
better not. "I would love to," he said instead.
Tom got up, pulling the chair back so that Sam could get up easily as
well. He offered his arm to Sam, and once Sam put his hand on the arm, led
him to the dance floor.
Tom turned to Sam, placing his arms around Sam's waist. Sam, not really
sure what to do, placed his arms behind Tom's head. Actually, it was pretty
much the only place they could go from the position he found himself.
Tom drew Sam closer to him. Sam felt his breasts touching Tom's shirt
through the thin fabric of his dress. His abdomen was also pressed to Tom's,
also felt through the dress.
Tom began swaying, and moving to the music. Sam didn't even have a
chance to try and lead. He tried to avoid getting his feet stepped on as Tom
moved. He did have an advantage there, since he could feels Tom's legs
moving clearly against the sheer stocking he was wearing. Sam was troubled
by not being able to see where he was going, but there did not seem to be
much hope in getting to do that. The only chances he got were when Tom
turned him in an occasional circle.
At long last, from Sam's prospective, the song ended. Tom took Sam's
hand, and led him back to the tables.
"Thank you for a lovely dance," he complimented Sam.
Sam replied, "Thank you," unable to figure out what he was supposed to be
saying.
Tom turned to Lois, saying, "Your turn, my lovely."
Tom and Lois went off to the dance floor.
A few moments later, Sam felt some rough hands on his bare shoulders. He
turned toward the intrusion and saw Greg Wallace standing there.
Greg looked over the table, and said, "Hello, lovely ladies. And who do
we have here. I don't believe I have met you before."
The latter part was directed to Sam. Greg did travel in the same circles
that Sam had frequented, and his reputation as a cocksman was nearly as great
as Sam's. Sam blushed slightly at the attention. He wanted to tell Greg to
screw off, and he had no intention of being with him.
"Greg, meet Samantha," Susan said, from her seat on the other side of
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Susan put a couple of bills on the tray, and Sam realized that the small
salad had been the entire lunch. Sam was still hungry.
The women stood and left the restaurant. They walked down the mall a
bit, and entered a store marked "Parklane Hosiery."
Sam had seen the store before. It had models of some exotic women's
underwear in the display windows. Of course, he had never had any reason to
be in such a store before.
The inside lived up to the promise of the displays. There were racks and
shelves of filmy, and lacy underwear, in all manner of styles. He recognized
bras and panties, and stockings, but some of the items were unfamiliar to him.
The others were browsing through the store. Every so often, one of the
women would carry an item over to where Sam was standing, and hold the item
in front of him. Often, these treks got responses of, "That's cute," from
the others. Sam felt more like a dressmaker's dummy than a participant.
Eventually, Susan collected several bags of items from the salesgirl.
She paid with a credit card. Sam was not sure what was in the packages,
though he had a suspicion that it was filmy, and sexy, and he would find out
soon enough.
Jane said, "I have to see someone now. Why don't you all take Sam over
to Frederick's, and I'll join you in a few minutes." She then left the
group, heading further down the mall.
The others took Sam to another nearby store. This one bore the legend,
"Frederick's of Hollywood."
Even a macho guy like Sam knew that Frederick's was the kind of place
where the girls who posed in stag magazines got their underwear. He was sure
he wanted nothing to do with this store, and the displays in the window did
nothing to change that opinion.
The crowd entered the store anyway. Again, the women browsed through the
merchandise, and repeated the ritual of holding things up to Sam.
Sam was surprised that Frederick's had dresses and other things, as well
as underwear. He was not overly surprised that the dresses were generally
very short, and generally had very revealing necklines, slits, and other
mechanisms designed to show skin.
The women picked over the stock, and again Susan paid for a number of
bags with her credit card.
Jane returned about this time. She went over to Susan, and whispered in
her ear. Susan nodded several times, and whispered back. Then Jane
whispered to each of the others in turn. Finally, she came over to Sam.
"I think I have a surprise, and some good news for you, Sam," she said.
"Follow me."
Chapter 10 - Meeting With The Law
Sam followed Jane out of the store, and down the mall in the direction
she had gone before. Gwen came along to keep them company.
They walked up to a store front labelled, "Department of Motor Vehicles,
Driver's Licenses." Jane entered and the others followed.
Sam was wondering what was going on. He had no birth certificate as a
girl, and already had a driver's license.
Jane walked up to the counter and requested of the clerk, "Lieutenant
Rogers, please."
The clerk said a few words, to which Jane replied, though Sam couldn't
make out the conversation over the background of the noisy office. The clerk
turned, went to a closed door, and went in. When she returned, she had
another woman with her.
Lieutenant Rogers was dressed in a navy blue skirt, with a powder blue
blouse. The state seal adorned the sleeves of the blouse, and a big silver
badge dominated the front of it.
"Hello again, Jane," the Lieutenant said.
"Is this the case you spoke to me about a while ago?," she continued,
looking right at Sam.
"Yes, Mary," replied Jane. "This is Samantha."
"OK," the Lieutenant said. "Why don't you all come back into my office."
Gwen, Sam and Jane followed her into the office.
The Lieutenant sat behind a desk, and motioned for the others to sit
down. She specifically indicated that Sam was to sit in the chair right in
front of the desk.
"This is an interesting situation," the Lieutenant said. "But, I will be
most happy to do what I can for you, Jane."
Lieutenant Rogers took a piece of typing paper out of the desk, and
turned it so it faced Sam.
"Write 'Samantha Louise Gordon' on the paper, please," she directed.
Sam was astounded, but complied with the demand.
The Lieutenant looked at the paper, and sighed. "This is the least
feminine writing I have seen in a long time. Try again, but take your time,
and do it legibly."
Sam tried again. In fact, he tried a dozen times before Lieutenant
Rogers was satisfied. Then, the Lieutenant had Sam practice again another
dozen times.
"Not good, but I think it will do," Lieutenant Rogers finally said, and
turned to draw a stack of forms from her desk.
"Jane, I think you are going to have to teach Samantha penmanship," the
Lieutenant said, as she turned the forms around toward Sam.
Jane, Gwen and the Lieutenant broke out in laughter.
"Now, Samantha. Write the same way you just practiced on each of these
forms by the big X in the lower corner," the Lieutenant directed.
Sam began writing. As he was occupied, Jane slipped a couple papers of
her own in the pile.
The girls bantered lightly with the Lieutenant, while Sam was developing
writer's cramp on the forms. Obviously, the Lieutenant and Jane were good
friends.
At last, Sam finished the last of the papers, and the Lieutenant took
them back. She turned to her typewriter, and typed a few things on each of
several forms. She then separated some of the forms into three distinct
piles, and tore up the rest.
"I had you do some extras," the Lieutenant smiled. "They are no good any
more."
"Samantha come along with me," she continued.
They went back out into the main office area, where the Lieutenant had
Sam sit on a high stool. She then put one of the forms in some kind of
machine, and began to focus a camera. Sam realized it was a camera when the
light flashed.
The Lieutenant waited a few seconds, then picked up a card that had
dropped from the machine into which she had fed the form earlier. She ran
the card through another machine, and it returned laminated. Then she had
Sam follow her back to the office.
The Lieutenant handed the card to Jane, who handed her another laminated
card.
"Thanks, Mary," Jane said. "I really appreciate this."
"Any time, Jane," the Lieutenant replied.
The Lieutenant picked up one of the piles of papers, and handed that to
Jane as well, and ushered the three out of the office.
Chapter 11 - More Shopping
Sam followed Jane and Gwen back up the mall, and into a coffee shop. The
other women were seated around a table, and the three newcomers joined them.
When coffee was brought for them, the other women looked at Jane with
questions in their faces.
"Ta-dah!" Jane uttered, and passed the laminated card from the
Lieutenant around the table.
"Wow! I didn't think you could do it," was the consensus of the women.
The card finally passed to Sam. He looked at it to see what the stir was
all about. It said "State Identity Card", and the face staring at him from
the card was the same one he'd seen in the mirror at the beauty shop. It
listed the name as "Samantha Louise Gordon," and the address was Susan's. It
also had a facsimile of the writing he had done in the Lieutenant's office.
Sam's face fell as he realized the state now had a document proving he was a
female.
Jane laughed at Sam's expression. "You know, Mary was quite impressed by
your story, Sam," she began. "She did this as a favor to me, but I still had
to give her your old driver's license to get it."
Sam was shocked. His driver's license was gone, and he now had a female
identification. He looked at the card again, and it even had his birthday
entered correctly.
"Put the card in your purse, Sam," Susan said. "You don't want to lose
it."
The women finished their coffee, and led Sam back out into the mall.
They went into another keystone department store.
As they entered the store, a lady was holding a bottle of perfume,
offering to spray it on anyone who entered. Susan pointed to Sam and told
her to put some on him.
They went directly to the hosiery department. Susan picked up several
packages of stockings, then led them to the misses department.
It was almost a duplication of the earlier stores they had been in. The
women browsed through the racks of clothing, bringing some to hold against
Sam. Some of them were apparently acceptable, and were placed in a neat pile
on a counter. When they were done browsing, Susan asked the salesgirl for
directions to the dressing room.
The whole herd moved off in the direction indicated.
Susan led Sam into the cubicle, and had him take off his skirt and
blouse. Then, she had Sam put each of the selected items on, one by one,
going out of the cubicle each time so the others could see how the item
looked on Sam.
Sam was not enjoying the experience, but he was enduring it.
At long last, Sam had tried everything on, and the items were lying in
two stacks on the bench in the cubicle. Susan then had Sam put his blouse
and skirt back on.
They emerged from the dressing room, and Susan took one pile of clothing
back to the racks, then the other to the salesgirl. She paid for the items
with her credit card, and received a number of filled bags in return. Then,
the group went back into the mall.
It was now around 5:00, and Lois suggested that they should stop at
Barney's for dinner. Barney's was a steakhouse inside the mall.
The others agreed, and off they walked to Barney's.
Sam was overjoyed. Finally, they were going to have a real meal.
They sat around the table, and the waitress came to each in turn for
their orders. Sam noticed that the women were ordering salads, a small
portion of meat, and a small vegetable. He wondered how they could satisfy
their appetites with such small meals. He knew what he wanted. A 16 ounce
T-Bone, with fries.
Gwen was sitting next to him, and the waitress got to her first.
"I'll have the small house salad, with diet French," she began, "and the
small New York strip, medium, with peas. Samantha," pointing at Sam, "will
have the same. Oh, I'll have iced tea, but Sam wants a big glass of skim
milk."
The waitress noted the orders, and walked away.
Sam was stunned, not unusual for today. Here they were in a nice steak
house, and he was going to get the smallest cut of meat they offered. Heck,
the salad was three times bigger than the meat would be. And milk!
Anticipating this meal, his hunger was still in place, but he wasn't getting
any enjoyment from the idea of the meal.
Sam was not proven wrong when the meal came. He liked big, juicy, rare
cuts of meat. This thing was brown all the way through, and almost big
enough for an appetizer. At least the disappointing cut of meat caused him
to eat all the vegetables and salad, mostly to try and fill up the big hole
in his stomach.
The waitress was coming around the table again, to take dessert orders.
Again, Gwen ordered, "I'd like the vanilla yogurt. I think Samantha
would like the same."
Yogurt! First the teeny weeny meal, fit only for rabbits, and now they
wanted him to eat spoiled milk!
He blurted, "No."
Then, he thought about the final dose of medication in each of the
women's purses.
"I think I'll pass on dessert," he continued, weakly.
Gwen smiled, and said to the waitress, "That sounds like a good idea.
Just make it two coffees."
"Let's go powder our noses," she turned and said to Sam.
She stood, waited for him to do the same, and led him off to the ladies
room. Inside, she had Sam sit on the couch.
"How do you feel now?" she inquired.
"Strange, but not as bad as earlier," Sam replied. "This tampon thing
seems to keep getting bigger and bigger all the time."
Gwen smiled knowingly, and said, "Why don't you take it out. Go to the
stall, and pull the string. The tampon will come right out."
Sam did as she suggested, and the tampon came out easily. Not knowing
what to do with it, he dropped it in the bowl.
Gwen, who had been watching from the stall door, said, "That's all right.
It's biodegradable. Now, if you have anything else you need to do go ahead."
Sam did feel his bladder pushing on him, so he did his business. He got
some tissue, and cleaned himself off, noticing that the tissue came out
bloody.
Gwen fished in her purse, and produced another tampon. She handed it to
Sam, and gave him instructions on how to insert it.
Then, they both washed their hands in the sink. Sam was ready to go back
to the table, but Gwen stopped him.
"You've eaten all the lipstick off your lips," she laughed. "Make like
you were going to kiss someone while I redo it."
Sam pursed his lips, not relishing the move, but figuring he'd better
cooperate with Gwen.
Gwen put the lipstick on his lips, then turned to the mirror, and put
some on her own. Then they were ready to return to the others.
The coffee was at their places when they got back. Sam wanted to reach
for the sugar, but Gwen beat him to it, and passed him a package of Sugar
Twin. Resignedly, he put that into the cup.
While Sam and Gwen were sipping their coffee, the others finished their
desserts, and had coffee as well. At last, they finished, and the group got
up to leave.
Susan paid the bill with the credit card again.
As they reentered the mall, Susan gave Sam some of the shopping bags.
"Here Sam," she said. "You might as well carry some of this. It's all
for you anyway."
The group walked out of the mall, not stopping in any of the stores.
When they got to the parking lot, Susan looked at her watch.
"It is quarter to seven," she said to the group. "Sam has an appointment
with Darlene at seven. So, why don't we all meet at her shop?"
The group agreed to do so, and moved off to their separate cars. Sam
followed Susan and Jane.
At Jane's car, they put all the purchases in the trunk, and got Sam into
the back seat again. Then, they rolled out of the mall.
Chapter 12 - Darlene's
They drove into the down town area. Jane pulled up into a parking space
on one of the streets that had recently been renovated. It was rather nice,
with trees, grass, and flowers boxes abounding on the sidewalks. They got
out of the car, and Sam followed the girls down the sidewalk.
Sam had noticed the clicking of their high heels all day in the mall, but
here on the concrete of the sidewalk, it seemed louder. The click of his own
shoes reminded him how he was dressed.
They came to a small shop. There was a single mannequin in the show
window, with a frilly, lacy dress on it. The discreet sign in the window
read, "Darlene Jergan, Custom Frocks." The all went inside.
They were met by a woman, who came to Jane and Susan, greeting them with
hugs. Then, the woman turned to Sam, and stepped back.
"So this is Sam," she said with a big smile. She then stepped up to him,
and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. "Hiya, Sam."
Sam stood rooted in disbelief. He knew this woman as well. He'd met her
at the Red Rooster a couple months back. Like most of the other women he'd
been in contact with for the past few days, he had taken her to bed, then
dropped the idea of seeing her again.
Darlene smiled ever more broadly, as recognition dawned on Sam's face.
"You are looking much better, Sam, dear," she said with a big smile. She
emphasized the word much.
Darlene turned to Susan and Jane, saying, "I just got it done. I think
you'll like it. I know Sam will."
"Great," Susan responded. "Shall we go to your fitting room now."
"Follow me," came the response.
They went to the rear of the store, behind some full length curtains.
There were curtains on the other walls as well. There was a long bench on
one wall, and a little platform in the center of the room.
"Strip down to your panties, Sam," Darlene instructed.
Sam was flabbergasted. He was not about to strip down in front of a
stranger. It was bad enough he had to do it in front of the group holding
him hostage.
"Ahem," Susan exclaimed, pointedly looking at her purse.
Sam got the idea, and began to take off his clothes.
While Sam was stripping, Darlene went behind one of the curtains forming
the walls. She stepped back in a moment later carrying a red silk dress.
She looked at Sam, and turned to the other women. "Those panties will
never do," she exclaimed. "Doesn't she have something else."
"Of course," Susan replied. "Let me go out to the car and get something
more suitable."
"No, I'll go," Jane volunteered. "It is my car, and I have the keys
anyhow." So, Jane went out to the car.
"Step up onto the platform, Sam," Darlene said.
Once Sam was standing on the platform, a full six inches above floor
level, Darlene began circling him, looking at him very critically.
Sam began to blush, with all her rapt attention on himself.
"Oh, how cute," Darlene said, noticing his redness.
She turned to Susan, and spoke, "I think those measurements you brought
me this morning are quite close. We should be able to finish up here
quickly."
As she finished, Jane returned to the dressing room.
"The others are drifting in now," she said. "I had them wait in the
store, Darlene."
"Here," she continued, handing a small package to Darlene.
Darlene opened the bag, and held up a wispy pair of panties, not even
half the size of the ones Sam was wearing. "These look like they will do
nicely," she said.
"Sam, change into these, please," Darlene said.
Sam changed into the offered panties. He was embarrassed even more now,
but he was having more trouble keeping his balance on the platform as he
changed into the new panties. They sure were smaller. There was a little,
transparent bit of fabric at his front, which ran down between his legs,
barely covering his genitals, then it turned into a strap that fit between
his cheeks. It joined a little elastic band covered with lace that circled
his hips.
Darlene stepped over to him, and pulled another garment out of the bag.
It was a ruffled elastic band, with garters hanging off of it. She put this
around his waist, and hooked it in the back.
Then Darlene picked up the dress she had brought in earlier. Unzipping
it, she put it over his head.
"Put your arms through the dress," she directed.
Sam did, and Darlene pulled the dress down over his body, zipping it up
in the back.
Sam was not amused by what he was now wearing.
There was a very snug elastic piece that Darlene adjusted under his
breasts. She pushed his breasts into small pockets above the elastic. They
didn't fit. In fact they only covered up to the dark area around his
nipples. Fully half of his breasts were exposed to view. The little piece
of starched lace at the top of the bodice stood straight up, not covering
anything at all. Below the elastic band, the dress was snug all down his
chest, through is waist, and over his hips. Hanging straight down from the
hips, the skirt stopped a full three inches above his knees. But the worst
part was the slit, directly centered in the front what came halfway up from
the hem of the skirt to his waist. The bottom of the slit stopped only a
fraction of an inch below the bottom of his panties.
"Oh, it's exactly what I had in mind," Susan cooed from the corner.
"It's lovely," Jane concurred. "Let me get the others."
Jane called the others, who had all now arrived, into the dressing room.
Darlene picked up a small clutch bag she had brought in with the dress,
and showed it to the women.
"I had a little material left, so I made a matching purse for her too,"
she explained.
Sam did not know what he felt like, standing on the platform, with all
these women staring at him. Their "how cute" and "lovely", etc., comments
did not help any either. He began to blush again. He did know he didn't
like it.
"Something isn't right, though," Jane said, considering Sam on the
platform.
"I've got it," Sharon said. "The makeup's all wrong."
The women concurred with that statement.
"Can I borrow your phone?" Jane asked.
"Certainly," Darlene replied. "There is an extension right over there at
the end of the sofa."
Sam could not hear both sides of the conversation as Jane dialed a number
and began talking.
"Hi. This is Jane," she was saying.
"I think we need your help again."
"Oh no."
"It isn't that, it's the makeup."
"Becky? Sure that would be great."
"Were here at Darlene's, on Park Street"
"Thanks, Aileen. I knew I could count on you."
Jane hung up the phone and turned to the others.
"Aileen can't come, but Becky's free, so she'll be down here in a few
minutes," Jane explained to the women.
"Becky's about the best cosmetologist in the city," Lois opined. "We're
lucky she could come."
Darlene looked at Sam, saying, "You can step down now, Sam. Just go over
and sit on the couch for a few minutes."
The women began to talk about the dress, and how nice it was, and
wondered how Darlene had done it so quickly.
Darlene told them that she had been expecting this for a week or so,
since Jane had been in then to be fitted for a dress and had explained the
situation. Since Sam was an old lover, she would be delighted to help out.
So, when Susan had brought the measurements over that morning, she had begun
cutting the fabric and sewing.
"I had a week to dream up a design," she was saying. "I thought this one
would just right for Sam."
"By the way, where are you all going tonight?"
"I thought we'd all go over to The Game Cock, and see if we could get in
some dancing," Susan responded.
Sam's heart sunk suddenly. He knew The Game Cock. It was a place he
frequented in search of the female of the species, or at least had been until
a day or so ago. Lots of other guys he knew went there often as well. He
knew he'd run into some of his old pals, if they were really going to that
club.
About this time, the curtain opened, and a woman dressed in a white
uniform stepped in. The name, "Becky" was embroidered over one breast.
"Hi, ladies, where's the patient", she smiled, obviously at ease with the
women.
"Right over there," Darlene volunteered, pointing directly at Sam.
"Oh, what a pretty dress," Becky said as she walked to the couch.
Suddenly, Becky stopped in mid-stride. She looked intensely at Sam's
face, then began to look puzzled.
"For a moment," she explained, "I thought you were someone I knew. A low
down rat named Sam Gordon."
"Oh, you know Sam Gordon?" Susan asked.
"Well, we were never introduced," Becky explained, "but the rat dated my
sister, and left her heartbroken after taking her virginity from her."
"Wow," Susan said. "That sounds like a bummer. I wonder what I'd do if
I ran across a guy, if I were in your shoes."
"I'd cut off his manhood," Becky said, without hesitation.
Sam cringed at this dialogue.
"Becky, I have a story I think you'll be interested in hearing," Susan
spoke.
Susan began telling Becky about Sam, and how they had gotten him tricked
into coming home with her, transformed him, and had him sitting over there on
the couch.
Sam was beet red by this time.
Becky looked at Sam again, and began to laugh.
"This is even better than I had ever hoped," she said. "Let me do him up
special for you."
"Great, Becky," Susan said, "but don't get so dramatic that we'll get
arrested."
Becky laughed again. "With that dress, it wouldn't take much."
Becky came all the way over to Sam now. She looked him over, then noted
his toenails were not polished.
"That dress will probably go better with open slings," she said to the
group.
"Yes," Darlene said, "those would really dress it up."
Jane just stood up, leaving the store.
Becky painted Sam's toenails, then began fussing around his face. She
used creams, and lotions, and lots of colors. When she finally stepped back,
the transformation was dramatic.
Awed "wow" was repeated throughout the room.
Darlene brought a mirror over to Sam.
He couldn't believe the lovely woman's face that was staring back at him.
It had been hard enough to see his face in the mirror before, but this was
entirely different.
Jane came back in with a shopping bag.
"Well, let's finish it off," Darlene suggested, reaching for the package
she had opened earlier.
She drew a pair of very sheer stockings from the bag, and began rolling
them down. She stepped over to Sam, sliding his foot into them, then rolling
them up his legs, and attaching them securely to the garters.
Jane brought over a shoe box from the package she had just brought in.
Inside were some high heeled shoes whose tops were crisscrossed, thin straps.
The whole toe was open. She slipped these on Sam's feet.
"Stand up, Samantha," Jane ordered.
As Sam stood, Jane went over to the bag, and brought out some jewelry
boxes. She went behind Sam, and replaced the necklace, actually a pendant on
a chain, with a heavy, stone encrusted one. A matching bracelet replaced the
one on his wrist, and a complimentary wristwatch went on his other wrist.
"The only trouble is," Jane said, "she only had her ears done this
morning. The matching earrings are going to be wasted."
"No they are not," chimed in Becky. "I can make the change without harm.
We did learn that in cosmetology school."
Becky then unfastened the studs in Sam's ears, and took the proffered
jeweled earrings from Jane. She deftly fitted the larger earrings through
the hole in the ear, and clasped them closed.
"Call me tomorrow," Becky volunteered, " and I'll come over and put the
daytime studs back in."
"We're going over to The Game Cock shortly," Susan said. "Why don't you
get changed, and join us. Then, you can come home afterwards and do the job.
That way we won't have to bother you on your day off."
"That's a great idea," Becky said, with her face aglow. "I'd really like
to see the party at the club anyway."
With that, the whole group went out into the main store.
"Would you mind if I got a few pictures for my scrapbook?" Darlene asked.
"I'm sure Sam would be happy to oblige," Susan said. "WOULDN'T YOU,
SAMANTHA."
There was no question that the last part was not a request for
information, so Sam meekly responded, "Sure."
There was a small stage at one side of the store, which Darlene used when
she had fashion shows. She directed Sam to go over and stand on the stage.
Once Sam was in position, Darlene went into another room, bringing back a
camera. Then, she flicked a switch on the wall, and the stage was brightly
lighted. She took a position in the middle of the room.
"Look over at Susan, Sam," she said.
"No. Don't turn your body, just your head," she instructed.
As Sam complied, he heard the motor whine, and a number of clicks.
"OK," Darlene said. "You can go back to the others now."
As Sam walked across the stage, and down the steps, he heard the motor
and clicks going. Darlene was taking more pictures.
"Thanks, girls," Darlene said. "I think I got some very good shots."
"Our pleasure, Darlene," Susan replied. "Why don't you join us at the
club later.
"Fantastic," Darlene said. "I'll change and be over after I close up the
store."
The group, plus Becky, left Darlene's and headed to their various cars.
"I'll see you guys later," Becky promised, as she drove off.
As Sam was walking down the sidewalk, he became aware of how different
this dress felt against his body. First, he wasn't wearing a bra now, and
his breasts were jiggling with every step he took. It was a bit
disconcerting, but he had found that he had to walk more upright in heels, to
balance the weight of the breasts in front of him, earlier, so it wasn't
totally out of place making adjustments for the overhang on his chest. He
also noticed that every step he took made one or the other of his legs feel
cooler, as they exited the slit in the front of the dress. He'd felt the
fabric of the mini-skirt bouncing in and out against his legs earlier, but
the feeling was different now, with the silk of the dress rubbing against the
bare part of his legs above the stockings. He was also quite aware that each
step he took exposed a large flash of leg, the stocking top, and at least one
of the garters.
As Sam got into the back seat of Jane's car, Susan leaned over and
adjusted the skirt of his dress so that it covered his legs. She just smiled
at him.
"You'll make a big hit tonight," she began, "if you forget to cross your
legs, or let the skirt fall away from your legs."
"I don't like this dress," Sam grumbled.
"Sure you do," Susan answered. "I bet you fantasized about your dates
wearing just this style a few weeks ago. Now, your dreams can come true."
Both Jane and Susan laughed. Sam sat sullenly in the back seat.
While they were driving to the night club, Susan took the few things out
of Sam's purse and deposited them into the little clutch Darlene made to
match the dress. She handed the purse to Sam when she got done.
Chapter 13 - The Game Cock
The arrived in the parking lot of the night club to find that the lot was
pretty full already, and it was not yet nine o'clock. Jane pulled the car
into a space beside Lois' big caddie.
"I see some of the others got here ahead of us," she observed.
They got out of the car, and walked across the parking lot to the door.
Sam was showing a lot of leg to the men who were also about to enter the club.
They climbed the few steps to the main door, and the tuxedoed doorman
opened the door for them.
"Ladies," he said.
They entered the lobby, and one of the managers stepped over to them.
"Hi, Susan," he said. "Hi, Jane. Who's your friend?"
"This is Samantha," Susan explained. "She's new."
"Sam, this is George. He runs this humble joint," she said to complete
the introduction.
"Hello, Sam," George said, taking Sam's hands in his. "I hope you enjoy
it here."
As George dropped Sam's hands, the three women turned to enter the main
room.
Susan led them through the doorway, down the long aisle between tables,
and down the few steps to the main floor. There were only a few tables down
here, as well as a dance floor, but the area was much brighter than the
tables toward the rear. Susan stopped and looked around.
Sam was sure Susan had led them down here to show him off to the other
customers. He'd already noticed a number of single men staring at him as
they had walked through the tables. He was absolutely sure he was the object
of those stares.
Susan spotted Lois and some of the others, and led Jane and Sam down a
side aisle, and up a couple of steps to a bunch of tables. Most of the
others were already seated at a group of tables pushed together. The
newcomers joined them.
A waitress named Chris came over to them to take drink orders. Sam had
tried to date her a month or so ago, but he'd struck out with her - one of
his few losses. She didn't seem to pay any particular attention to him as
she collected orders. Lois had ordered ginger ale for him.
The women began comparing the assets of the men seated at nearby tables.
Lots of talk of "hunks" and "geeks" was passed around. Sam was decidedly
uncomfortable with the conversation. He knew he couldn't leave, so he just
suffered in silence.
In a few minutes, Sam noticed a cool breeze on his thighs. He panicked.
He'd forgotten to cross his legs, and was now sitting exposed to whoever
could see. He was giving some lucky guys a real show, he though, as he
turned a deep red.
"What's wrong, Sam," Lois inquired. "Don't you like showing off?"
Sam turned even deeper red, as he quickly crossed his legs and covered
them with the fabric of the skirt.
All the women were giggling at his discomfort, making his embarrassment
even deeper.
Soon enough, they began talking and giggling about the men again.
Before long, the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and the band began to
play. The lights were still bright compared to where the group was seated,
but dimmer than when they had come into the club. Some of the single men
began circulating through the tables as well, looking for partners.
A handsome man came over to the table where the group was seated. He
greeted Susan, Jane, Lois, Gwen and Sharon by name, hugging them and kissing
them lightly as he was doing so. He was also introduced to the other members
of the group, including Sam. The women seemed genuinely pleased to see this
guy.
Sam knew the man. His name was Tom Bender, and they had often run across
each other in one club or another. Tom didn't travel in Sam's circle of
friends, but he always seemed to be in the company of lovely women. The few
times they had met in quieter bars, Tom had never spoken of those he'd taken
home. He would simply agree the women were lovely when someone broached the
subject to him.
Tom sat down next to Lois, at her suggestion. That put him between Lois
and himself.
"Tom," Lois said, "I would like to introduce you to Samantha. Sam, this
is Tom."
It all seemed so innocent and polite, yet Sam was feeling terribly
uncomfortable. Maybe it was Tom's staring at the exposed parts of his
breasts that was doing it.
"Well, hello Samantha," Tom said.
"I see you are keeping good company," he continued, complimenting the
entire group at once.
Demure giggles rose around the table.
Tom began making small talk, mostly with Lois, but trying to get Sam to
join in. Sam answered mostly only when directly asked a question.
Seeing Sam's discomfort, Lois suggested, "Tom, why don't you ask Sam to
dance."
Sam almost went into cardiac arrest. He did not want to go out in front
of all these people dressed as he was, and he was not sure if he could do
anything at all about dancing in high heels. It also occurred to him that he
would not be able to lead, so he didn't know how to dance as a woman.
"Well, Sam," Tom took up the suggestion eagerly, "would you care to
dance?"
Sam began to refuse politely, but one glance at Lois' face told him he'd
better not. "I would love to," he said instead.
Tom got up, pulling the chair back so that Sam could get up easily as
well. He offered his arm to Sam, and once Sam put his hand on the arm, led
him to the dance floor.
Tom turned to Sam, placing his arms around Sam's waist. Sam, not really
sure what to do, placed his arms behind Tom's head. Actually, it was pretty
much the only place they could go from the position he found himself.
Tom drew Sam closer to him. Sam felt his breasts touching Tom's shirt
through the thin fabric of his dress. His abdomen was also pressed to Tom's,
also felt through the dress.
Tom began swaying, and moving to the music. Sam didn't even have a
chance to try and lead. He tried to avoid getting his feet stepped on as Tom
moved. He did have an advantage there, since he could feels Tom's legs
moving clearly against the sheer stocking he was wearing. Sam was troubled
by not being able to see where he was going, but there did not seem to be
much hope in getting to do that. The only chances he got were when Tom
turned him in an occasional circle.
At long last, from Sam's prospective, the song ended. Tom took Sam's
hand, and led him back to the tables.
"Thank you for a lovely dance," he complimented Sam.
Sam replied, "Thank you," unable to figure out what he was supposed to be
saying.
Tom turned to Lois, saying, "Your turn, my lovely."
Tom and Lois went off to the dance floor.
A few moments later, Sam felt some rough hands on his bare shoulders. He
turned toward the intrusion and saw Greg Wallace standing there.
Greg looked over the table, and said, "Hello, lovely ladies. And who do
we have here. I don't believe I have met you before."
The latter part was directed to Sam. Greg did travel in the same circles
that Sam had frequented, and his reputation as a cocksman was nearly as great
as Sam's. Sam blushed slightly at the attention. He wanted to tell Greg to
screw off, and he had no intention of being with him.
"Greg, meet Samantha," Susan said, from her seat on the other side of
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Sam's. "Sam, meet Greg."
The atmosphere around the table was more restrained than when Tom had
come over, but still accepting. No one invited Greg to sit down, however.
"Samantha," Greg continued, "that is a lovely name. Shall we dance?"
Sam wanted no part of Greg. He was about to tell Greg to go jump in a
lake, when he looked over at Susan.
"Go head, Sam," she said. "We'll all be here when you get back."
Resigned, Sam allowed Greg to lead him onto the dance floor.
As they were dancing, Greg began talking to Sam, feeding him some of the
same lines Sam had used when trying to bed women he'd just met. Sam answered
questions, but simply mumbled unintelligently at other times.
Sam and Greg danced through the song, then Greg kept going through
another one, all the while feeding him those lines. At long last, Greg took
Sam by the hand back to the tables. Sam hoped he had admitted defeat, but
deep down, he knew he'd see Greg later.
Tom was working his way around the table, dancing with each of the women.
"Let's go powder our noses," Susan suggested to Sam.
He was willing to get away from this place, and followed Susan to the
ladies room.
More women were in the ladies room than they had encountered earlier that
day, so Susan busied herself adjusting her dress, and Sam's, until most of
the others had gone. They sat on the sofa.
"Sam, dear," Susan began, "you are here to meet these men socially, to
dance with them, and enjoy the evening. You won't be going home with any of
them. You're having your period, so you couldn't do much that way anyhow."
"Loosen up," she counselled. "Enjoy the evening. Dance with everyone
who asks."
"Everyone?" Sam inquired.
"Yes," Susan continued. "You have to be polite and ladylike. Just dance
with them, you'll enjoy it."
"I don't like dancing with Greg," Sam complained.
"Oh, dear, why not?" Susan countered. "He is just doing what you used
to do all the time."
Sam was stumped to counter that accusation.
Susan led Sam over to the mirror, and they both looked at their faces for
a moment. Susan took out a lipstick and went over her lips, then led Sam
back to the table.
As they got to the table, Tom grabbed Susan's hand. They went off
together to the dance floor.
Chuck Martin slid into Susan's chair, and began talking to Sam. Chuck's
eyes were on Sam's breasts.
After getting and introduction, Chuck asked Sam to dance. Sam was not
interested, but remembering Susan's warning, let himself be led to the dance
floor. Chuck was on the make as well, and Sam listened to his lines as they
danced.
After the dance, Chuck brought Sam back to the table, and seeing Susan in
the chair, excused himself.
About this time, a lovely lady came up to the table. She greeted the
women by name, including Sam. Sam thought she looked familiar, but could not
place her. When Jane addressed her as Mary, it dawned on Sam that this was
the Lieutenant from the state office. She sure looked different out of her
uniform and in a party dress.
Mary chatted with the girls for a few minutes, then excused herself to go
find her boyfriend. Her parting words to Sam were, "I hope you are enjoying
the evening, Samantha."
Sam wasn't, but he wasn't given much choice about being here either.
Tom asked Sam to dance again, and when they returned to the tables,
Aileen, from the beauty shop, and Becky, the cosmetologist, had joined the
little group. Aileen was greatly taken by how Sam looked. Becky was
complimentary, but she'd seen Sam dressed this way just a little while ago.
Tom danced with Aileen first, but Greg had come back to dance with Sam.
Resigned, Sam let himself be led out to the dance floor again. Greg was
still spouting lines on the dance floor.
Returning to the table, Darlene and another woman came over. Darlene
introduced Cindy, her partner at the dress shop.
"Lovely dress, Samantha," Cindy said. "Darlene still does excellent
work. It looks stunning on you."
Sam thanked her quietly. He knew he'd better respond to the compliment
or one of the others would tell her about his situation, and there were far
too many in on that secret already.
She blew that away, "Darlene told me about your, er, special situation.
I know you will enjoy it."
Sam sat open mouthed at that revelation, especially here in this public
place. Luckily, Greg came by just at that moment, and took Cindy off to the
dance floor.
Tom took Sam's hand, and led him off to dance again. Sam actually was
enjoying dancing with Tom. At least he wasn't giving off all those boring
lines to get him into bed.
The song ended, and Tom let go of Sam's waist.
"Let's do another, please," Sam said.
Sam decided he'd rather be dancing with Tom than taking pot luck from the
guys coming to the table.
"Certainly," Tom responded, "and thank you."
They danced some more.
Tom led Sam back to the table as the song ended.
They had just arrived when the lights on the stage brightened, and
spotlights began to light up the dance floor.
Chapter 14 - Beauty and the Beasts
George, the manager who had greeted Sam at the door, took to the stage,
and began speaking into the microphone.
"I guess you folks know that The Game Cock is proud to award the
loveliest lady in attendance an all expense paid night on the town every
Saturday night."
The audience laughed. The night on the town was mostly here at the club.
"We have been circulating through the audience tonight, as usual,
noticing our lovelier clientele, and taking suggestions from our other
customers."
More laughter.
"Tonight, we are proud to announce the following finalists. Ladies, as
your name is called out, please step down to the dance floor and form a line
in front of the stage..."
"Alice Benton"
Applause from the audience at the first name, including lots of noise
from some tables across the ballroom.
"Marjorie Sanders"
More applause.
"Sharon Wilson"
More applause, and even more from the table they were sitting at. Sam
hadn't been aware that Sharon's last name was Wilson. Critically, he agreed
with the selection.
"Susan Abernathy"
Another one from their table. Sam knew Susan would be picked. He'd
fallen head over heels for her at the bar, before the events of the past few
days.
"And finally, Samantha Gordon."
Sam was shocked. They had called his name.
Tom took Sam by the hand, and helped him stand up. Sam didn't have much
choice now but to walk down and stand with the other selectees.
The applause seemed deafening to him, as he walked to the lighted dance
floor. He was sure he was beat red. He had not counted on anything like
this at all.
"Now ladies, if you would please walk to the center of the floor, one at
a time, and turn once, then form the line on the other side of the floor,"
the announcer continued.
Each of the girls complied, to much applause, and occasionally whistles.
Sam brought the house down when he did his turn. Already embarrassed, he
became even more so now. He was sure the whistles were more for the amount
of skin he was showing than from any special beauty.
"Now, ladies, you can hear your appreciative audience," George continued.
"This time, as I call your name, come to the center of the floor and wait
while the audience votes on tonight's winner by clapping loudest for the one
they like best."
One by one, the announce called the names. The woman would walk to
center stage, and the audience erupted into loud claps, and whistles. There
was no choice, as Sam was called last.
He walked to the middle of the floor, his legs flashing with every step.
He felt his hips sway, and his breasts jiggle as well. Every sensation he'd
felt before was now magnified ten-fold. He stopped, and faced the audience,
to the eruption of noise that would put a NFL stadium to shame. As the
tumult died down, he turned to join the others.
Susan and Sharon grasped his hands for moral support, as they all stood
in a line before the audience.
"This week's fourth runner up, who wins a night on the house here at The
Game Cock is Alice Benton."
The audience broke into enthusiastic applause as Alice walked out to
center stage.
"The third runner up, who also wins a night on the house, and free drinks
for the rest of tonight, is Marjorie Sanders."
More enthusiastic applause as she walked to join Alice.
"We have an interesting situation here," George said over the PA. "Our
second and first runners up came in so close together, that we couldn't
separate them on the machine."
"In regard to fairness, we declare both the be first runner up, and award
them the same prizes as before, plus a dinner for two each at Le Coq Au Vin.
Sharon Wilson and Susan Abernathy, step forward for your audience."
"And the winner is Samantha Gordon," he concluded, unnecessarily.
Sharon, Susan and Sam walked together to the center of the floor. The
others hugged Sam, then Susan and Sharon followed suit.
George stepped down from the stage, and produced a jeweled tiara. He
placed it on Sam's hairdo, much to the pleasure of the audience.
"Thank you very much, ladies," he said.
They all returned to their respective tables as the lights dimmed, and
the band returned to the stage.
Sam was in shock. He was totally numb. How in the heck could he
possibly win a beauty contest?
As they got back to the table, all the group began hugging all the
winners. Aileen, Mary, Brenda, and all the other women came over to join the
celebration as well.
Tom came over to Susan, and lifted his head. He planted a big kiss on
Sam's lips, congratulating him on winning. Then, he took Sam by the hand
back to the dance floor. The audience roared it's appreciation as they saw
their queen on the floor again.
Tom, sensing that Sam was in shock, held him tightly, and swayed with the
music, hardly moving at all. He was mostly keeping Sam from collapsing.
Only when he felt Sam begin to respond did he begin really dancing. Without
asking, he kept Sam through a second song before returning to the table.
When they got back, Sam was surprised to see the group had thinned out.
Gwen, Susan, Jane and Lois were there, as well as Sharon, but the others had
gone off somewhere.
Susan turned to Tom, saying, "Tom, it is getting late, and Samantha and I
have to be going."
Tom looked disappointed, but kissed and hugged Susan anyway.
"Don't look so glum," she continued. "I know Sam appreciates you. Why
don't you come by the apartment tomorrow afternoon. We'll burn some hot dogs
down by the pool, or something."
Tom brightened. "I'd love to," he said.
Tom took Sam in his arms, hugging and kissing him in farewell too.
With that, the remaining members of the group began to leave the club.
As they got to the lobby, they were met by George.
"Going already, ladies?" he inquired.
"It has been a busy day for us," Susan responded for the group.
"Well, congratulations on winning tonight," he said.
George reached up, and pulled the tiara from Sam's hair.
"We only have one of these," he joked.
George handed an envelope to Susan, Sharon and Sam, kissing each as he
presented it. "Enjoy it," he concluded.
Then, the women left the club.
Sam collapsed into the back seat of Jane's car as they headed back to
Susan's apartment. He was still in shock from the contest, but he was
exhausted from the full day of activities as well. The others must have been
pretty much in the same shape, since the conversation was minimal during the
drive.
Chapter 15 - Home Again
When they got to the apartment, they each carried several of the shopping
bags from earlier in the day with them. They took these directly into Sam's
room, placing them on the bed. All three went back into the living room.
As they entered the living room, Jane and Susan collapsed on two of the
overstuffed chairs, pushing their high heels off. Sam collapsed on the sofa.
Sam didn't even think to cross his legs, he was so tired. He also was
not experienced enough as a woman to think of kicking his shoes off.
A few minutes later, they were brought back to reality when the doorbell
rang.
Becky and Aileen came in, sitting next to Sam on the sofa.
"Why don't you take those shoes off," Becky suggested, knowing Sam's feet
were probably very sore by now.
As Sam complied, a wave of relief swept over his body. He had not
realize how painful his feet had become from wearing heels all day.
"Ok, now just sit back and be still," Becky said.
She reached up to his ears, removing the earrings, and replacing them
with the studs she had kept from earlier that evening.
"Now, be careful with those ears for a few days," she counselled. "Keep
them clean, and turn the posts once in a while."
She and Aileen left a few minutes later, with the heartfelt thanks of the
others for all they had done for them.
Jane went into Susan's room, changed clothes, and came out, saying she
had better go home. She was carrying her shoes with her, so she couldn't be
going far.
"Well, Sam," Susan began, "that was some day."
"I think it's about time to hit the hay."
Susan took Sam back into the bedroom. Susan rooted through the bags on
the bed, until she found the one she wanted. She extracted a box from the
bag, then began putting the bags on the floor by the dresser.
"We'll get to those tomorrow," she explained.
Sam had found the bed, and had collapsed onto it, the slit on the skirt
widely spread.
"I know you are tired, dear," Susan continued, "but there are a few
things that must be done first."
"Take off your dress, and hang it on this hanger," she said, handing Sam
an hanger with slots in it.
Sam got his arm around his back, and managed to get the zipper down. The
bodice of the dress collapsed forwards. He had to help it slide over his
hips. He stepped out of it, and picked it up.
He picked up the hanger, and tried to figure how he was going to get the
strapless dress to stay on it.
Susan laughed, "There should be a couple of loops on the sides somewhere
inside."
Sam found the loops, and slipped them into the slots on the hanger. The
dress did not look right somehow, so he zipped it up.
Susan took the dress, and hung it up in the closet. Then, she came over
to Sam, and unhooked one of the garters holding up the stockings.
"Now, you do the rest of them," she instructed.
With some difficulty, Sam managed to get the garters disengaged from the
stockings. The stockings immediately began to fall down his legs.
"Take the garter belt off," Susan said. "There are hooks and eyes in the
back."
Sam reached behind himself, and found the closure of the belt. He
noticed it had slipped down on his hips during he night, but it was easier to
undo when he slipped it back up to his waist. He finally managed to get it
undone, and ended up with the garment in one hand.
Susan took it from him, placing it in the top drawer of the dresser.
"Now roll your stockings down," she continued, "take them off your feet,
and remove your panties."
The stockings, already slipping down his legs, came off relatively
easily. The panties slipped right off.
"Bring them into the bathroom," Susan continued.
As they got in the bathroom, Susan ran some warm water into the basin,
and poured a little Woolite into it.
"Now, we have to wash out our delicate undies," she said. "They will
last longer this way."
She showed Sam how to wash out the stockings and panties, then hung them
over an empty towel rack.
Susan began running water into the bath tub. She put some powder into
the tub, and lots of bubbles began to form as the tub filled.
"Sit on the toilet, Sam," she said. "Gwen said you changed tampons
earlier, so you know how to remove it. Just pull the string, and let the
tampon drop into the bowel."
Sam pulled, and the tampon, with its attendant blood dropped into the
toilet bowl.
"If you need to do anything else while you are there, go ahead," she said.
Sam did. He remembered to use the tissue when he was done.
By this time, the tub had filled.
"Now get into the tub," Susan said. "Let the water and bubbles soothe
you, then wash yourself. Don't forget to wash out your vagina."
When Sam was lying in the tub, Susan left to go to her own room.
Sam felt the heat of the water relaxing some of the soreness he'd
accumulated during the day. The bubble bath made the water silky, which made
his skin feel good too. He just lay back and enjoyed it for a few minutes.
Then, he grabbed the soap, and began washing his body.
Sam was surprised at some of the sensations he got as he was washing.
His breasts got a tingling sensation as he soaped them, and the nipples stood
straight up. That was the most prominent sensation, but rubbing the soap in
most places on his skin brought a pleasant reaction. At last, he soaped up a
finger, and began washing himself inside. He almost felt as if his head
would explode as he washed his clitoris. This area was even more sensitive
than the breasts. He brought his finger out, and noticed the thin, pink
liquid coating it. It brought him down from the clouds. He'd hoped this
period would be over.
Susan came back into the bathroom as Sam finished washing. She had
changed out of her dress, and was now wearing a short robe like thing of silk.
"Ok, Sam," she began, "out of the tub."
She went into the bedroom as he got out of the tub. As he began drying
himself with a towel, she returned, carrying a few things.
She put a box on the toilet tank, and hung some flimsy garments on the
hook on the back of the door. She opened the box, pulling a white pad out of
it. Then, she got a pair of panties from the flimsy things on the hook. She
put the pad in the crotch of the panties.
Now she turned to Sam, who had finished drying himself.
"You don't want to wear a tampon to bed," she explained. "I've put a
maxi-pad in these panties. It will do the same job."
She handed the panties to Sam, who put them on. The feeling was similar
to when she'd given him the panties with the liner in them, but bulkier.
She got the other garment from the hook, and handed it to him.
"This is your nightie," she said. "It goes on just like your slips."
She let him put the flimsy thing on.
Sam thought it was a flimsy thing. First, it was nearly transparent, a
light nylon mesh type thing. He could clearly see his breasts through it
when he got it on. He imagined he'd be able to see his crotch pretty well
through it too. Of course, it didn't have to be too sheer for that. It was
so short, it didn't even reach to the bottom of his panties.
Susan went back into the bedroom, and beckoned for him to follow. She
turned the bed down, and indicated that he should get in bed.
He was happy to follow those instructions.
Once he was in bed, Susan pulled the covers up and smoothed them. Then,
she kissed him on the forehead.
She turned off the lights, and left him alone in the bedroom. He
couldn't help noticing the click as she had locked the door.
Chapter 16 - Sunday Morning
Sam woke as the sunlight from the window brightened the room. He woke
confused, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheet fabric on his bare legs
deepening his unfamiliarity. As he opened his eyes, he recognized that he
was not in his own bedroom.
A moment later, the events of the last few days dawned on him. He then
realized he was in Susan's spare bedroom.
He looked down at his body, hoping he had been having a nightmare. The
thin nylon fabric stretched over his ample breasts simply confirmed his
fears. It was real.
He felt an urge to use the bathroom, so got up from the bed and padded
into the bathroom. He pulled down the panties from the nightgown, noticing
the bulky pad seemed sodden and messy. The bright red and darker red of the
fresh and dried blood reminded him why he was feeling some degree of comfort.
Nevertheless, he had to go, and did his business.
Finishing the necessities, Sam remembered to wipe himself, and flushed
the toilet. He did not really want to pull the panties back up, bringing
that messy pad against his body again, but he didn't see he had much choice.
"Don't get up from the seat yet," he heard Susan's voice shout from her
own room. She had obviously heard the toilet flush.
A moment later, Susan, dressed in the short robe thing, came to the
doorway of the bathroom. She offered him a small box of Tampax.
"Go ahead and insert one of these," she said.
When he was done, Susan told him to take the panties off. She took them,
looking at the crotch.
"Yuk!," she exclaimed. She pulled the sodden pad from the panties,
dropping it into a plastic envelope on the vanity. She dumped the panties
into the sink.
She felt the panties she'd washed the night before, and, finding them
dry, handed them to Sam to put on.
"Wash out the panties like I showed you last night. Then bring the
Tampax, and come into the bedroom," she instructed.
As Sam put on the panties and came into the bedroom, Susan was busy
laying out some clothing on the bed.
"You know how to get dressed now," she said simply. "Put these on."
Sam put the bra and garter belt on.
Susan stopped him, feeding the garters under the elastic leg holes of the
panties.
"This way," she explained, "you can get your panties down easier when you
have to use the bathroom."
Sam put the slip over his head and allowed it to slither down his body.
He only had to tug a little bit to get the pockets over the bra.
Susan went to the closet. She looked over the selection, and apparently
didn't find anything she liked.
"You'll do for now," she said. "Let's go have some breakfast."
They went into the kitchen, where Susan brought him a glass of juice,
some milk, and some dry cereal. She also took some pills from a bottle over
the sink, and placed them next to Sam's milk.
"Don't worry," she said with a laugh, seeing the concern on Sam's face.
"These are only vitamins and calcium supplements. Just take them with your
milk."
Still skeptical, Sam took the pills and began to eat. He figured the
pills were a better option than the powder she had in her purse. He was also
hungry.
Susan was sipping coffee when Sam got done eating. He'd eaten everything
offered.
She mused, "Tom seemed to like you quite a bit last night."
Sam flushed a bright red as he recalled his body held tightly to Tom's on
the dance floor of the night club. This also brought back a vivid memory of
the whole night, even winning the beauty contest.
"I could see you must have liked him too," she continued. "Your nipples
were standing out very prominently through your bodice." She was smiling
warmly.
Sam's flush deepened even more, as he imagined his nipples showing
through the thin fabric of the dress.
"Why didn't you pick on Tom for this experiment," he complained. "What
did I do that he didn't."
Susan got an amused look on her face.
"Think about it, Sam," she began.
"Tom is a nice guy. He's always around when we want a man. He's always
polite, and he seems to have a sense of doing the right thing for us."
"Don't think we didn't notice when he took you to the dance floor after
the contest," she smiled. "He knew you needed someone strong to help pull
yourself together, so he loaned you his strength, not even dancing, really,
until you had recovered your composure. He just knew what you needed
instinctively."
"He would have done the same for Sharon or me, but he saw you needed it
most."
"Unfortunately," she sighed, "there is only one of him, and he just chose
to help the one who needed him most."
"Do you think you would have been sensitive enough to do something like
that?"
Sam thought. Well, he didn't think he was insensitive, but he would have
probably tried to get the girl to go home with him in a similar situation.
"Tom is a real nice guy," Susan continued dreamily, "and he's fun to have
around."
Susan changed her mood abruptly saying, "Wash the dishes, dear. We have
a lot to do in a short time."
Susan left Sam in the kitchen to take care of the dirty dishes.
After splattering himself with the hot water, Sam put on the apron, and
washed the dishes. He dried them, and put them in their cabinets. He still
didn't like doing this "women's work."
Susan was in Sam's room when he got done and came in. She was going
through all the packages from the shopping trip yesterday, efficiently taking
things from the boxes and putting them in drawers, on hangers, or wherever
they seemed to go.
She stopped what she was doing as he entered the room, walking quickly
over to the dressing table. There, she picked up a spray bottle, and brought
it over to Sam. She sprayed between his breasts, and behind his ears, with
the flowery smelling cologne. Then, she went back to the bags.
She was almost done, when she got to a white box. She took a white
blouse, full of ruffles, from it, and shook it out. It did not look
wrinkled, the soft material not seeming to have creased while confined in the
box.
"Put this one on, Sam," she instructed. "It buttons up the back."
Sam struggled to get the blouse on as Susan continued unpacking and
storing things.
Sam finally got the blouse on, and the buttons in the right holes, when
Susan handed him a powder blue skirt. He pulled that over his head,
buttoning it in the back.
"You're getting the hang of this now," Susan commented, as she saw him
getting dressed.
Sam looked at himself in the mirror. The blouse had a high neckline, and
plenty of ruffles all over the front of it. It was a thin material, and he
could plainly see the outline of the bra and slip straps showing through it.
It's white color complimented the powder blue of the skirt nicely. The skirt
was longer than he'd been allowed to wear before, coming all the way down to
an inch above his knees. He thought he looked pretty good.
"Sit by the dresser and put these on," Susan instructed, handing him a
pair of sheer stockings.
Sam even remembered to roll the hosiery down as he put them on his legs.
He slid them up his legs, but got totally lost when trying to figure out how
to fasten them to the garters.
Susan laughed, and showed him how the little clasps worked. She did one,
then had him do the rest, showing him where to attach them.
Susan handed him a pair of navy blue pumps to put on, while she got a
matching handbag from the bags from the mall. She took the paper wadding out
of the bag, and dumped the stuff from Sam's little bag, the one that matched
last night's dress, into it. A lipstick and ID card didn't take long to
transfer.
Susan took four tampons from the box, and dumped them unceremoniously
into the blue bag as well. Then, she slipped a compact, which she peeled
from it's cardboard backing, into the purse.
Sam just sat watching her work, fascinated by the procedure, but
apprehensive all the same.
"Just sit still for a few minutes," Susan counselled, as she picked up a
hair brush and began to lightly brush Sam's hair.
Sam was watching her work in the mirror. When he could take his eyes off
the way her bust was expanding and contracting as she was brushing, he notice
his hair springing back into the style it had been in when they'd left the
beauty shop yesterday.
"You have to learn how to do this sometime," Susan said, uncapping the
tube of lipstick she took from the blue purse.
"Hold the tube like this," she demonstrated, "and make sure you get the
color all over your lips. Don't get outside the lip line though."
Sam though this was the ultimate in embarrassment, ranking right above
having to dance so closely with the man last night, putting on lipstick.
Still, he leaned forward and began putting the greasy stuff on his lips,
noticing the hypodermic still sitting in plain sight on the dressing table.
Susan took a look at him, and took a tissue from the table, wiping the
few spots where he'd strayed outside the lip line.
"You did that very well for the first time," she complimented.
Susan recapped the lipstick, dropping it back into the bag. She pulled
out the compact, and dabbed Sam's face quickly with the puff inside. Then,
she took another plastic box from it's cardboard back, swirling the brush
from it in the red powder in the box. She put this on is cheeks with short,
deft strokes.
"I don't think we need to worry about the eyes," she said, inspecting the
results.
She handed Sam a jacket that matched his skirt.
"Go on into the living room and wait while I change," she instructed.
Sam went into the living room, and sat on the sofa. Unconsciously, he
crossed his knees. Susan had gone into her own room.
Sam looked longingly at the door. He thought about just walking out, but
realized he could not go anywhere looking like this. He just sighed
resignedly and waited.
Susan emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later. She was wearing a
pretty, blue floral dress. Her full skirt fell to just below her knees, and
the ruffles on the bodice gave her bust a soft look. Sam was impressed with
her looks.
"Put the jacket on, Sam," she said, all business, "we're almost ready to
go."
The jacket went on easily, Sam thought. Just like his sports coats, only
shorter. He left it unbuttoned, as he was used to doing with his own clothes.
Susan came over and buttoned the three buttons on the coat, which closed
the jacket up to right under his bust line. Then, she reached to the blouse,
adjusting some of the ruffles so they spilled out of the top.
"Get your purse and come on," she said.
Sam picked up the purse with the short strap. "Where are we going," he
questioned.
"Where do you think we'd be going on a Sunday morning," she countered.
"We're going to Church, of course."
As they walked down the hall to the elevator, Sam noticed that the skirt
felt tight with each step he took. He learned to take smaller steps so it
would not bind so tightly on his legs.
As they crossed the lobby of the apartment building, Jane joined them
from the other elevator. She too was dressed in a floral print dress, but
hers was pink, with matching accessories.
"You look lovely, Sam," she greeted him.
Sam didn't reply.
"Where are your manners, Samantha," Susan reproved. "Thank Jane for the
compliment."
"Thank you, Jane," Sam replied sullenly. "You look great too."
"Why, thank you, dear," Jane replied.
They all went to Susan's car. It was a little bigger than Jane's, and
had four doors. Sam got in the back, as usual.
"Sam, dear," Jane commented. "When you get in or out of a car, keep your
legs together, and slide in and out. Otherwise, you'll be giving everyone a
big show." She was smiling.
"Why can't I wear pants, they're much easier," Sam blurted.
"Oh, no, Samantha," Jane smiled. "You aren't ready for pants yet. You
don't even know how to handle yourself in a skirt. Maybe, someday."
Sam sat back dejected. He was halfway aware that all the clothing
purchases for him was dresses and skirts. He also knew that there was more
to this being a girl than he'd ever dreamed.
Susan had managed to find a parking space near the church by now. It was
not that far from the apartment building.
Sam tried to remember to keep his legs together as he tried to get out of
the car. It was much harder than it looked. He managed somehow to get out
though.
They went into the church, and were seated together in a pew. Sam was
self conscious with all the people around him. He still was not used to
being seen like this in public.
As the service proceeded, everyone stood once in a while, and began
singing. Sam simply stood, until Susan whispered harsh instructions for him
to join in the singing.
The service was wearing down, when the offering plates came around. As
the plates came closer to him, Sam panicked. He had no money at all in his
purse.
The collection plates were now on their pew, when Susan palmed a dollar
bill, placing it in his hand. His sense of relief in not being obvious by
ignoring the plate was almost erotic. He put the bill into the plate as it
passed by.
The service ended, and the girls go up to leave. They went through the
vestibule, where the minister was standing, shaking hands with all the
congregation, and saying a few words to each of them. They got in line.
"I haven't seen you here before," the minister was saying as Sam stood
before him.
The minister took Sam's hands in his own, asking, "What is your name."
"Sam," he said.
"Well, Sam," the minister continued, "I hope your enjoyed our service,
and that we'll see you again in the near future."
Jane chimed in, "I think you can be sure of that."
The minister let Sam's hands drop, and turned to the next in line as the
three girls went off in the direction of Susan's car.
They got about halfway to the apartment, when Susan turned into the
parking lot of a supermarket. The other two looked at her.
"Tom's coming over later for a cookout," she reminded them, "and we need
to get some things."
Sam continued to sit in the back seat as the others got out of the car.
He was not interested in shopping for food. That is "women's work."
"Come along, Samantha," Jane said, taking his arm from the door she had
opened.
Sam reluctantly followed the two girls into the supermarket.
"Get a basket and come along," Susan said to him as they entered the
store.
They walked up and down every aisle in the store, Sam pushing the basket
quite aware of the sound of his heels clicking on the hard floor. Susan and
Jane picked items off the shelves, dumping them into the basket every once in
a while.
Completing their circuit of the store, Susan directed Sam to push the
cart to a line at the check out registers. As he was standing in line, Susan
next to him, he became aware of the men's eyes taking in his figure. He
began to redden.
Sam put the purchases on the belt at the register when they finally got
to be next, feeling his skirt rising each time he bent over to get another
item. He was embarrassed by it, recalling how much he'd enjoyed seeing women
in the same position only a few days ago.
Susan paid the cashier, and began walking out to the car. Sam reached
for the basket, when a bagger grabbed the handle and said he'd take care of
it. He followed the three to Susan's car and put the purchases in the trunk.
Sam was sure he had been kept quite busy watching his hips sway as they
walked through the parking lot.
Susan thanked the man, and got into the car. The others followed, and
they drove back to the apartment.
In the parking lot, Sam noticed that his car was nowhere in sight. It
bothered him, but he had so much else to think about, that it slipped his
mind for the moment.
The girls went up to Susan's apartment, and began unloading the bags.
Chapter 17 - The Cookout
As they were unloading the goodies, the phone rang. Susan answered.
"Hello," she began.
"Oh, hi! It's great to hear you."
"Sure. We just got in from church, give us a half hour and come right on
over."
"We'll be by the pool."
"See you in a bit," she finished cheerfully, hanging up the phone.
"That was Tom," she explained to the others. "He'll be over shortly."
"Oh, then I must go get changed," Jane said, leaving the apartment.
"We need to change too," Susan said to Sam.
"Go on into your room and take off your clothes," Susan directed. "I'll
change and be with you in a minute."
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It was more than a minute before she appeared in the bedroom, but Sam was
still struggling to get out of his clothes. At last he got down to his bra
and panties.
"The bra and panties too, Sam," Susan chided.
As Sam self consciously removed his underwear, Susan went over to the
dresser, pulling out two small pieces of fabric. As she turned, she noticed
the string hanging down from Sam's groin.
"Oh," she said, "I almost forgot. Why don't you change your tampon while
we have a few minutes."
Sam went into the bathroom and changed the tampon. It was easier this
time. He was getting used to doing it. He returned to the bedroom to find
the bikini Susan had gotten from the dresser laid out on the bed.
"Just go ahead and put it on," she said.
Sam put the bottom on. It was styled just like the panties he'd been
wearing, exposing his whole butt. At least the white fabric was a little
more opaque than the panties, he thought, reaching for the bra.
The bra was a tangle of straps. Sam was at a loss to know which of the
white straps went where. Susan helped him get into the garment.
When he finally got the thing on, he found a thin strap running around
his neck from a small fabric piece covering one nipple to one covering the
other. They were joined at the bottom by another small strap, which circled
the waist. Most of his breasts were exposed, the fabric only covering a
small area around the nipples.
"I can't wear this outside," Sam complained. "It doesn't cover anything."
"Sure you can," replied Susan replied airily. "Or, I can just give you a
little needle."
Sam was defeated again.
"Here," she continued, "just slip these on your feet, and we'll be ready
to go."
Sam took the white shoes from her. They were basically shoe soles, with
a two inch heel on the back, and a thin strap to go over the front part of
the foot. Sam was about to object to them, when he noticed that Susan's feet
were in a similar pair of shoes, though the heels were at least an inch
lower. Dejected, he slipped the shoes on.
Sam compared the way he had been dressed to what Susan was wearing. He
bikini was a pink thing with blue flowers printed on it. Her bra covered
most of her lower breasts, leaving a good part of the uppers exposed, though
not so much as Sam's breasts had been in the dress last night. The straps
were thicker too. Her panties were wider, covering a portion of her hips. A
good portion of her butt was exposed, but not completely like his own. He
wondered why he couldn't wear something more like her suit, but he'd already
been threatened by the needle enough today.
Susan picked up a tote bag and a couple of towels as they walked out of
the apartment.
Tom had not arrived when they got downstairs to the open pool. Jane was
already there, dressed very similarly to Susan, though her color was a light
blue.
"Now, you won't want to go in the water," Susan said, turning to him.
"We don't want to ruin your hairdo."
Jane giggled, and they all went over to the chaise lounges at the edge of
the pool. Susan took some suntan lotion from her tote bag, and rubbed it all
over Sam's exposed skin. She then did herself. Jane did likewise from her
own tote bag.
They laid on the lounges, waiting for Tom to arrive.
"Hi, girls," they heard the bright voice as Tom arrived.
Tom came over and kissed each of them in greeting as they sat up on the
lounges. Sam felt the flick of his tongue when Tom planted the big kiss on
him.
"You are all looking simply marvelous today," he continued.
Sam felt self conscious again, as Tom's glance inspected each of them in
turn. It seemed to Sam that his eyes lingered longer on him, but, of course,
he was showing more skin to be inspected.
"I want to thank you for coming to Samantha's rescue last night," Susan
was saying, as they began the light chit chat, mostly reliving the events at
the bar the previous evening.
"It was my pleasure," Tom replied, taking another eyeful of Sam's body.
The light banter kept up for a while, Sam being forced to contribute with
direct questions from time to time. Everyone but Sam seemed to be enjoying
it.
"I think I'd better go up and get the goodies," Susan finally said.
"I'll help you, Susan," Jane volunteered.
"Tom," Susan said, "take good care of Samantha until we get back."
Tom's whole face brightened in pleasure as he turned to take another good
look at Sam.
"Have no fear," he said. "She's in good hands with me."
Fine for them to have no fear, Sam was thinking. They were leaving him
alone with this guy, whose eyes were all over his body. Sam felt he might as
well not be wearing anything at all. Tom's gaze was surely stripping him in
his mind.
Tom moved his chair closer to Sam's, and reached over to take his hand
lightly.
"Oh, shoot," Sam thought. "What have these women got me into now."
Tom began the small talk. He wanted to know where Sam had come from, how
long he had been in town, and if he was going to stay long.
Sam was flustered. He didn't have answers for Tom. Heck, he didn't have
answers for himself. He managed to avoid the direct questioning, and Tom
seemed to accept this reluctantly.
Without warning, Tom reached over, placing his arm around Sam's head, and
planted a big kiss on his lips.
Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Sam stiffened for a moment then
bowed to the inevitable. He managed to relax, and actually found himself
enjoying Tom's attentions. Sam definitely felt the tongue this time.
As Tom released Sam and lay back on his own lounger, Susan and Jane came
back, bearing a basket of food. They must have been watching from the
doorway, Sam thought, to time their entrance so perfectly.
Tom got up, taking the basket from Susan, and went over to the charcoal
grill nearby. He started the fire up, and began looking through the basket.
Susan and Jane had gone over with him, and they beckoned for Sam to join them.
As Sam came over, Susan said, "I'm sure Sam would be glad to help you,
Tom."
Tom beamed. He knew Susan was doing a little low level matchmaking, but
wasn't minding it at all.
Sam was less pleased. Though spoken cheerfully, the look Susan had given
him left now doubt that this was merely a suggestion.
Susan and Jane went back to the chairs, where they were talking and
giggling to themselves.
Sam followed Tom's directions, as he brought out the food, and began
grilling the burgers. As they were working together, there was a lot of
physical contact between them. Sam was sure that there was more than
absolutely necessary, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. Besides,
he was enjoying it a little.
Tom and Sam brought the cooked food over to the others. They all chatted
gaily, while consuming the greasy food. Sam was probably more pleased than
the others, since this was about the first really acceptable food he'd had
since Thursday night.
Sam and Tom picked up the paper plates when they all got finished eating,
and took them to the grill. Tom put them on the grill, where they burst into
flame. Then, both of them went over to join the other two. There had been a
bit more contact during this process, with Tom even holding Sam around the
waist for a moment.
As they joined the others, the sky suddenly darkened, and rain began to
fall.
"Darn," Jane began. "We would get rain to spoil a lovely afternoon."
"Yes," Susan agreed. "It is a shame."
Susan paused, then continued. "Why don't we all come up to my place, and
continue the party."
Tom and Jane were immediately agreeable. Sam, not agreeable, nodded his
assent after a cold look from both of the girls.
"Sam," Susan said as they entered the apartment, "get a beer for Tom from
the refrigerator, and make a pot of coffee for the rest of us, please."
Even though Susan was smiling, Sam knew her words carried the force of an
order. He went into the kitchen to comply, thinking things about being
turned into a waitress.
Sam made coffee in Susan's Mr. Coffee machine, then went to the
refrigerator for a beer. He'd like to have one himself, but Susan's words
had excluded the realization of that. Sighing, he went over to the cabinet,
getting a glass for Tom's beer.
With the beer and glass, he came back into the living room. Susan and
Jane were seated on a couple of the chairs. Tom was seated on the sofa. Sam
nearly stumbled as he realized that he would be expected to sit right next to
Tom. He put the beer and glass on the coffee table in front of Tom, placing
them on lace doilies Susan had placed there.
Seeing a pouring motion by Jane out of the corner of his eye, he picked
up the glass, and poured some of the beer into it. Then, he placed the glass
down and turned back to the kitchen. Luckily, the coffee wasn't done, so he
could avoid the sofa for a few more minutes.
The coffee decanter was full when he got back to the kitchen. So, he
went to the cabinet, and got three cups and saucers down. He put them on the
counter, and filled the cups about three quarters full. He dug around in the
silver drawer, finding three spoons, which he placed one on each saucer.
Searching the cabinets some more, he found the sugar in a big jar, and some
Sugar Twin packets next to it. It would be impossible to take the big jar
with him, so he picked up a few packets of the substitute with a sigh.
Sam saw a serving tray on the counter, and placed the items on it. He
took the tray into the living room, serving Jane, then Susan. Both girls
thanked him. He was about to take the other cup off the tray, when Susan
suggested he could just leave it on the coffee table, and join the crowd.
Resigned, Sam made his way to sit down beside Tom on the sofa.
As Sam sat, he unconsciously reached behind him, as if to smooth his
skirt. He felt silly when he encountered bare buttocks, and recalled he was
only wearing the bikini. He just sat, and automatically crossed his legs at
the knees.
Jane and Susan were nodding their approval as Sam sat. They could see he
was learning a few things about womanhood already.
Susan and Jane fielded most of Tom's questions about Sam's past. They
made up a pretty believable story. Sam smiled every so often at Tom, though
mostly after noticing a glare from one of the other women.
They sat and chatted for about an hour, Tom's hand finding Sam's bare
knee for a few moments once. Then, Tom stood and said he had some things to
do at home, and had to leave.
Sam was relieved, though the others showed some disappointment at this
announcement. Sam's relief was short-lived as Tom kissed and hugged each of
them, thanking them for the nice afternoon. His kiss lingered longest on
Sam's lips.
"OK," Susan said. "Clean up the dirty things, Sam."
Sam picked up the cups and glasses, taking them to the kitchen. He
washed them, and put them away.
As he returned to the living room, Jane was saying, "Sam is adapting
well."
Susan agreed. Sam didn't, but he was not being asked.
"The others will be over shortly," Susan announced. "Let's get changed
before they get here."
"OK," Jane replied, leaving to go over to her place.
Chapter 18 - The Sunday Night Sorority Meeting
Susan took Sam into the bedroom, and had him take off the bathing suit.
She let him go to the bathroom when he told her he needed to make the trip.
"You might as well change your tampon while you are there," she shouted
after him.
When Sam finished and returned to the bedroom, different clothes were
lying on the bed, and Susan had gone to her room.
She heard him finish through the walls, and hollered, "Just put on the
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It was more than a minute before she appeared in the bedroom, but Sam was
still struggling to get out of his clothes. At last he got down to his bra
and panties.
"The bra and panties too, Sam," Susan chided.
As Sam self consciously removed his underwear, Susan went over to the
dresser, pulling out two small pieces of fabric. As she turned, she noticed
the string hanging down from Sam's groin.
"Oh," she said, "I almost forgot. Why don't you change your tampon while
we have a few minutes."
Sam went into the bathroom and changed the tampon. It was easier this
time. He was getting used to doing it. He returned to the bedroom to find
the bikini Susan had gotten from the dresser laid out on the bed.
"Just go ahead and put it on," she said.
Sam put the bottom on. It was styled just like the panties he'd been
wearing, exposing his whole butt. At least the white fabric was a little
more opaque than the panties, he thought, reaching for the bra.
The bra was a tangle of straps. Sam was at a loss to know which of the
white straps went where. Susan helped him get into the garment.
When he finally got the thing on, he found a thin strap running around
his neck from a small fabric piece covering one nipple to one covering the
other. They were joined at the bottom by another small strap, which circled
the waist. Most of his breasts were exposed, the fabric only covering a
small area around the nipples.
"I can't wear this outside," Sam complained. "It doesn't cover anything."
"Sure you can," replied Susan replied airily. "Or, I can just give you a
little needle."
Sam was defveated again.
"Here," she continued, "just slip these on your feet, and we'll be ready
to go."
Sam took the white shoes from her. They were basically shoe soles, with
a two inch heel on the back, and a thin strap to go over the front part of
the foot. Sam was about to object to them, when he noticed that Susan's feet
were in a similar pair of shoes, though the heels were at least an inch
lower. Dejected, he slipped the shoes on.
Sam compared the way he had been dressed to what Susan was wearing. He
bikini was a pink thing with blue flowers printed on it. Her bra covered
most of her lower breasts, leaving a good part of the uppers exposed, though
not so much as Sam's breasts had been in the dress last night. The straps
were thicker too. Her panties were wider, covering a portion of her hips. A
good portion of her butt was exposed, but not completely like his own. He
wondered why he couldn't wear something more like her suit, but he'd already
been threatened by the needle enough today.
Susan picked up a tote bag and a couple of towels as they walked out of
the apartment.
Tom had not arrived when they got downstairs to the open pool. Jane was
already there, dressed very similarly to Susan, though her color was a light
blue.
"Now, you won't want to go in the water," Susan said, turning to him.
"We don't want to ruin your hairdo."
Jane giggled, and they all went over to the chaise lounges at the edge of
the pool. Susan took some suntan lotion from her tote bag, and rubbed it all
over Sam's exposed skin. She then did herself. Jane did likewise from her
own tote bag.
They laid on the lounges, waiting for Tom to arrive.
"Hi, girls," they heard the bright voice as Tom arrived.
Tom came over and kissed each of them in greeting as they sat up on the
lounges. Sam felt the flick of his tongue when Tom planted the big kiss on
him.
"You are all looking simply marvelous today," he continued.
Sam felt self conscious again, as Tom's glance inspected each of them in
turn. It seemed to Sam that his eyes lingered longer on him, but, of course,
he was showing more skin to be inspected.
"I want to thank you for coming to Samantha's rescue last night," Susan
was saying, as they began the light chit chat, mostly reliving the events at
the bar the previous evening.
"It was my pleasure," Tom replied, taking another eyeful of Sam's body.
The light banter kept up for a while, Sam being forced to contribute with
direct questions from time to time. Everyone but Sam seemed to be enjoying
it.
"I think I'd better go up and get the goodies," Susan finally said.
"I'll help you, Susan," Jane volunteered.
"Tom," Susan said, "take good care of Samantha until we get back."
Tom's whole face brightened in pleasure as he turned to take another good
look at Sam.
"Have no fear," he said. "She's in good hands with me."
Fine for them to have no fear, Sam was thinking. They were leaving him
alone with this guy, whose eyes were all over his body. Sam felt he might as
well not be wearing anything at all. Tom's gaze was surely stripping him in
his mind.
Tom moved his chair closer to Sam's, and reached over to take his hand
lightly.
"Oh, shoot," Sam thought. "What have these women got me into now."
Tom began the small talk. He wanted to know where Sam had come from, how
long he had been in town, and if he was going to stay long.
Sam was flustered. He didn't have answers for Tom. Heck, he didn't have
answers for himself. He managed to avoid the direct questioning, and Tom
seemed to accept this reluctantly.
Without warning, Tom reached over, placing his arm around Sam's head, and
planted a big kiss on his lips.
Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Sam stiffened for a moment, then
bowed to the inevitable. He managed to relax, and actually found himself
enjoying Tom's attentions. Sam definitely felt the tongue this time.
As Tom released Sam and lay back on his own lounger, Susan and Jane came
back, bearing a basket of food. They must have been watching from the
doorway, Sam thought, to time their entrance so perfectly.
Tom got up, taking the basket from Susan, and went over to the charcoal
grill nearby. He started the fire up, and began looking through the basket.
Susan and Jane had gone over with him, and they beckoned for Sam to join them.
As Sam came over, Susan said, "I'm sure Sam would be glad to help you,
Tom."
Tom beamed. He knew Susan was doing a little low level matchmaking, but
wasn't minding it at all.
Sam was less pleased. Though spoken cheerfully, the look Susan had given
him left now doubt that this was merely a suggestion.
Susan and Jane went back to the chairs, where they were talking and
giggling to themselves.
Sam followed Tom's directions, as he brought out the food, and began
grilling the burgers. As they were working together, there was a lot of
physical contact between them. Sam was sure that there was more than
absolutely necessary, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. Besides,
he was enjoying it a little.
Tom and Sam brought the cooked food over to the others. They all chatted
gaily, while consuming the greasy food. Sam was probably more pleased than
the others, since this was about the first really acceptable food he'd had
since Thursday night.
Sam and Tom picked up the paper plates when they all got finished eating,
and took them to the grill. Tom put them on the grill, where they burst into
flame. Then, both of them went over to join the other two. There had been a
bit more contact during this process, with Tom even holding Sam around the
waist for a moment.
As they joined the others, the sky suddenly darkened, and rain began to
fall.
"Darn," Jane began. "We would get rain to spoil a lovely afternoon."
"Yes," Susan agreed. "It is a shame."
Susan paused, then continued. "Why don't we all come up to my place, and
continue the party."
Tom and Jane were immediately agreeable. Sam, not agreeable, nodded his
assent after a cold look from both of the girls.
"Sam," Susan said as they entered the apartment, "get a beer for Tom from
the refrigerator, and make a pot of coffee for the rest of us, please."
Even though Susan was smiling, Sam knew her words carried the force of an
order. He went into the kitchen to comply, thinking things about being
turned into a waitress.
Sam made coffee in Susan's Mr. Coffee machine, then went to the
refrigerator for a beer. He'd like to have one himself, but Susan's words
had excluded the realization of that. Sighing, he went over to the cabinet,
getting a glass for Tom's beer.
With the beer and glass, he came back into the living room. Susan and
Jane were seated on a couple of the chairs. Tom was seated on the sofa. Sam
nearly stumbled as he realized that he would be expected to sit right next to
Tom. He put the beer and glass on the coffee table in front of Tom, placing
them on lace doilies Susan had placed there.
Seeing a pouring motion by Jane out of the corner of his eye, he picked
up the glass, and poured some of the beer into it. Then, he placed the glass
down and turned back to the kitchen. Luckily, the coffee wasn't done, so he
could avoid the sofa for a few more minutes.
The coffee decanter was full when he got back to the kitchen. So, he
went to the cabinet, and got three cups and saucers down. He put them on the
counter, and filled the cups about three quarters full. He dug around in the
silver drawer, finding three spoons, which he placed one on each saucer.
Searching the cabinets some more, he found the sugar in a big jar, and some
Sugar Twin packets next to it. It would be impossible to take the big jar
with him, so he picked up a few packets of the substitute with a sigh.
Sam saw a serving tray on the counter, and placed the items on it. He
took the tray into the living room, serving Jane, then Susan. Both girls
thanked him. He was about to take the other cup off the tray, when Susan
suggested he could just leave it on the coffee table, and join the crowd.
Resigned, Sam made his way to sit down beside Tom on the sofa.
As Sam sat, he unconsciously reached behind him, as if to smooth his
skirt. He felt silly when he encountered bare buttocks, and recalled he was
only wearing the bikini. He just sat, and automatically crossed his legs at
the knees.
Jane and Susan were nodding their approval as Sam sat. They could see he
was learning a few things about womanhood already.
Susan and Jane fielded most of Tom's questions about Sam's past. They
made up a pretty believable story. Sam smiled every so often at Tom, though
mostly after noticing a glare from one of the other women.
They sat and chatted for about an hour, Tom's hand finding Sam's bare
knee for a few moments once. Then, Tom stood and said he had some things to
do at home, and had to leave.
Sam was relieved, though the others showed some disappointment at this
announcement. Sam's relief was short-lived as Tom kissed and hugged each of
them, thanking them for the nice afternoon. His kiss lingered longest on
Sam's lips.
"OK," Susan said. "Clean up the dirty things, Sam."
Sam picked up the cups and glasses, taking them to the kitchen. He
washed them, and put them away.
As he returned to the living room, Jane was saying, "Sam is adapting
well."
Susan agreed. Sam didn't, but he was not being asked.
"The others will be over shortly," Susan announced. "Let's get changed
before they get here."
"OK," Jane replied, leaving to go over to her place.
Chapter 18 - The Sunday Night Sorority Meeting
Susan took Sam into the bedroom, and had him take off the bathing suit.
She let him go to the bathroom when he told her he needed to make the trip.
"You might as well change your tampon while you are there," she shouted
after him.
When Sam finished and returned to the bedroom, different clothes were
lying on the bed, and Susan had gone to her room.
She heard him finish through the walls, and hollered, "Just put on the
things on the bed, dear."
Sam sighed, and started dressing.
He slipped on the same panties he'd worn that morning. He didn't see a
bra or the garter belt, so he picked up the dress, and slipped into it.
This dress had a halter top, and he managed to get his head through the
strap before letting the dress slide down his body. He had to adjust the
front so that his breasts went into the looser area of the halter in the
front. As he zipped up the back, he realized that the zipper only came to
about his waist. His whole back was bare, and the plunge of the halter was
just above the waist in front. The skirt was barely longer than the
nightgown, but it did cover the panties. He sighed, recognizing that he was
going to be showing a lot of skin again.
Susan came into the bedroom dressed in a loose blouse and jeans. She had
flats on. Sam was a little envious, but didn't want to say anything.
Susan reached into the dresser and pulled out a couple of little nylon
things. As Sam took them, he realized that they looked like the feet of the
stockings he'd been wearing. Only they just slipped on to his toes, catching
at the heels. They barely covered the soles of his feet.
"Those are Peds," Susan explained, "so you can be comfortable in your
shoes without wearing long hose."
She handed him a pair of white pumps, matching the dress color. Sam
slipped them on, and they went into the living room.
Susan turned on the television. She flipped through the channels, ending
up on the PBS station. The show was a ballet.
Sam knew nothing about ballet, or much about any dancing for that matter.
It was just a bunch of naked women and some fairies in tights jumping around
a stage as far as he was concerned. The one on the television did not look
promising. He held his tongue, though, thinking uncomplimentary thoughts as
he watched.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Jane came in. She was dressed
much the same as Susan. Sam envied her the jeans too.
Jane noticed the scowl on Sam's face.
"What's the matter, Sam," she asked. "Don't you like opera?"
Sam replied quickly, "No."
"What would you rather watch then, dear," Susan inquired.
"Football," he responded immediately. He knew that Sunday afternoon was
filled with games during the season.
Both women laughed hard at his reply.
"You'll have to get over that," Jane said, still laughing.
The other girls in the group began coming in over the next few minutes.
They all greeted each other by name, and had Sam stand up so they could see
how he looked. They were effusive in their compliments to him. He felt
stupid.
"Why don't you make some coffee for us," Susan suggested, implying more
than a suggestion.
Dutifully, Sam went into the kitchen and brewed up a pot of coffee for
the second time that afternoon. As the coffee was brewing, he got out cups
and saucers, and the sugar substitute, arranging them on the tray he'd used
earlier. The coffee got done, and he filled the cups. He brought the tray
into the living room, serving each of the women.
The women each thanked him for the coffee. He was steaming inside from
being made into the hostess for this hen party. The thought of their power
over him kept him from saying anything.
As he was about to join the group, Jane suggested, "Why don't you go
powder your nose, Samantha?"
Sam took the hint, almost glad to be spared the girl talk, and headed for
the bedroom. He heard the door click locked as he got inside.
He didn't really have to use the bathroom, so he sat on the bed. He
could hear the women's voices talking in the living room, but the voices were
subdued enough that he couldn't make out any of the words. He got bored in
short order.
Sam stood up and looked around his prison. This was really the first
time he'd been alone and aware enough to check the place out. He went over
to the window. It opened, and he looked down the straight five stories to
the ground. Well, he decided, there won't be any escape that way. It
depressed him enough that he returned to sit on the bed in misery again.
After a while, the door was unlocked, and Susan invited him in to join
the group. After he brought refills for their coffee, of course.
There were not any available seats, so he stood stupidly in the center of
the floor until Susan suggested he sit on the floor. Gracelessly, he sat on
the carpet.
All of the women laughed at him, finding the awkward position he found
his limbs quite amusing.
"Put your legs under your hips," Susan suggested, her voice full of
laughter.
Sam adjusted himself into the awkward position. It was not he most
comfortable position to be in, but it wasn't the worst he'd ever been in
either.
The women talked of small, gay things. Susan and Jane recounted Sam's
adventures of that day, and they all relived the scene at the club the night
before. Once in a while, one of the women asked a question of him, but the
talk was mostly about him, not to him. Twice, he had to refill the coffee,
having to brew another pot once.
At last, the women began to leave, pleading that they had to work in the
morning, and it was getting late. They all hugged and kissed Sam as they
left. Finally, only Susan remained.
"Well, you had better clean up these dirty things," she said.
Sam collected the dirty dishes, and went to the kitchen to wash them. He
still didn't like it, but was getting used to this chore by now.
When he was done, Susan took him into the bedroom. She had him strip
down while she went in to run a bubble bath for him. She had him remove the
tampon, and bathe as she left the room.
"Just put on your nightie and go to bed when you are done," she said as
she went to her room.
Sam washed, and dried his body. He found that Susan had put a maxi-pad
into his panties, so he put them and the nightgown on. Then, he remembered
to wash out the panties and stockings he'd worn earlier. He figured it might
be better to try to please Susan than suffer her anger in the morning.
Sam climbed into bed, and dozed off almost at once.
Chapter 19 - Monday Morning
The first gray rays of sunlight were beginning to come through the window
in Sam's bedroom. He was not awake yet, and his mind only half registered
the muted buzzing. Susan's alarm clock was going off in her bedroom, and the
sound was deadened by the wall between the rooms.
Sam's unconscious mind halfway heard the clock, and his dreams turned
abruptly to thoughts of going to work. Somehow, probably by habit, his mind
recognized that this was a workday, and he should be getting ready. As the
muted buzzing stopped, his mind lost the thought, and allowed him to drift in
a lesser degree of sleep.
The sounds of water running in the pipes came from the bathroom. Still
asleep, Sam's brain registered this, and he drifted closer to wakefulness.
He was still too much asleep to register the door of the bedroom being
opened, as Susan came in.
"Wake up, sleepy head," she called cheerfully, shaking Sam by the
shoulder.
Sam made some unintelligible mumbles, as he began to come to full
awareness.
For a moment, he thought he had slept over with one of his conquests, a
thought which brought a smile to his face. He had registered Susan's
obviously feminine voice. Then, he recognized that voice. He awoke with a
start, recognizing that the nightmare was continuing.
He got out of bed groggy. Something made him aware that Susan wouldn't
be going away until he was on his feet.
"Go on into the bathroom, Sam," Susan said, "and finish waking up." Her
voice had the ring of laughter in it.
Sam went into the bathroom, and ran some cold water over his face,
bringing him to full consciousness. He felt his bladder was full, so went
over to the toilet.
As he pulled his panties down, he saw the soaked maxi-pad in them. He
performed the necessary functions, trying to recall how Susan had handled the
pad yesterday. Finally recalling the incident, he stripped the pad from the
panties. He'd already inserted a tampon from the on the toilet tank.
He pulled the panties completely off is feet, and took them to the sink,
where he washed them out. He hung them on the towel rack, and stripped off
his nightgown, hanging it on the hook behind the door. Then, he went into
the bedroom again to face Susan.
Susan had already made the bed, and laid some clothing out on it. He
went over, and began putting on the frilly underwear. The panties and bra
were the same style he'd been wearing yesterday, though the panties had a
bunch of lace sewn all over them. The silly garter belt was there, so he put
that on as well. He recalled how Susan had shown him to put the garters
through the panty, and how difficult it had been to go to the bathroom before
she had shown him that trick, so he did that as well.
The dress he picked up was at least more substantial than those he'd been
wearing. It had shoulders. It was sleeveless, and had a scoop neck, flowing
to a straight skirt. He put the bright red dress on. It fell about halfway
between the bottom of his panties and his knees.
He looked at Susan. She was not dressed informally, as he'd seen her on
the previous days. She had a white blouse with a black bow on, and her skirt
was a gray checked thing, falling to the middle of her knees. She was
wearing about two inch heels with her clothes. She looked good to him.
Susan had him come over to the dressing table, and told him to put on
some lipstick and comb his hair. She went out to the kitchen to make coffee.
Sam picked up the brush, and began combing. He looked at what he was
doing in the mirror, and was appalled to see he was mashing the hair down.
He hoped Susan wouldn't come back in until he figured out how to fix it. He
ran his hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up again.
He recalled that Susan's touch with the brush had been very light yesterday,
so he made a concentrated effort to brush lightly. He was rewarded by seeing
the hair brush into its now familiar style.
Finding the blue purse, he dug through it to find the lipstick. He
opened it, and began smearing the stuff on his lips. He managed without
straying from the outside of his lip line.
Susan returned, and looked him over, complimenting him for getting things
right for a change. She then handed him a pair of stockings, which he put on.
The red pumps she got out for him slipped on as easily as he remembered.
Susan hastily clipped a necklace and bracelet on him, then took up the
cologne spray and zapped him with that. He smelled like a flower again.
Susan got a bright red purse from the dresser, and had him put his
belongings into it. It was a shoulder bag, like the one he'd taken to the
mall on Saturday.
When she was satisfied, Susan led him to the kitchen for some coffee.
"Only coffee this morning," she apologized. "I have to get to work
early."
Just then, the doorbell rang. Susan indicated that Sam should answer it.
He went to the front door and opened it.
Gwen was standing there, dressed in her white nurse's uniform, with a
cute little cap. He stood back so she could enter. It looked like everyone
was going to work but him.
Gwen accepted a cup of coffee, which she drank hastily.
"I have to get to the office," she explained.
"Come along, Samantha," she smiled.
Sam looked at Susan inquiringly.
"You are going with Gwen today, Sam," Susan said with a smile.
Chapter 20 - The Hard Truth
Bowing to the inevitable, Sam followed Gwen downstairs to her car. He
got in, and she made sure his seat belt was secure before she headed out into
traffic.
Gwen probably been the most helpful of the women so far, so Sam thought
he might try and talk to her a bit.
"Gwen," he began. "I have got to go to work. You girls have already
made me miss one day of it. Can you change me back, and let me go?"
"Why, Samantha," she replied, her eyes twinkling, "you have only just
begun your adventure. Why on earth would you want to leave us now?"
"But I have to go to work," he protested.
"We have that all taken care of," she reassured him.
Some reassurance, he thought, as he sat back in the seat in defeat.
They drove into the parking lot of the professional building about
halfway between Susan's place and his old apartment. Sam had passed the
building a number of times, but had never been inside.
Gwen took him inside.
Sam followed Gwen through the doorway, where she smiled and greeted the
watchman, then down the shined hard floor to an office with a frosted window
in the door. "Lois Bryant, MD, OB/GYN," it read.
OB/GYN? Isn't that where women go to have babies, Sam thought to
himself. He'd never even thought about going into a place like this before.
Gwen opened the door with a key from her key ring, leading Sam into the
waiting room.
The waiting room was typical doctor's office. Several old sofas were
placed around the walls, looking like they had been rescued from some
Salvation Army store. There was a low coffee table in the middle, and
several end tables scattered around the walls. Like most doctor's offices
Sam had been in, there were hundreds of magazines scattered around, though
the stacks did seem neater than he was used to.
"Just take a seat here in the waiting room," Gwen instructed. "We have
some patients today, but we'll work you in as we have time."
Gwen went into a rear office, and appeared moments later at an open
window/counter. She began shuffling some papers.
Sam picked a the end of a couch in the corner of the office, hoping the
plant in the corner would hide him. He was uncomfortable in this place
already.
A few minutes after Sam was settled, Lois walked in. She was wearing a
navy skirt and white blouse, and navy pumps, he noticed. She saw Gwen,
greeted her with a cheery, "Good morning," and glanced around the office.
The plant didn't hide Sam.
"Good morning, Samantha," she said. "You are looking wonderful this
morning."
Recalling the chastisement he'd received yesterday morning, Sam thanked
Lois for the compliment.
"Why don't you move up here," Lois said, pointing to a sofa near the
counter.
Reluctantly, Sam got up and moved to the indicated position. He didn't
even have the plant to hide behind now.
Lois went into the back, leaving Sam alone in the waiting room.
He wasn't alone for long, because a woman entered a few minutes later.
She was dressed in a conservatively cut suit, Sam noticed, as she walked to
the counter, said a few words to Gwen, then sat on one of the sofas. She
reached out, and began leafing through one of the magazines.
While Sam was observing this, another woman came in. This one was
obviously pregnant. Sam noticed that she went through the same steps as the
first woman.
Another woman came in. This one was dressed in a white uniform, like
Gwen's, but she didn't have a hat. She went into the back, and took Gwen's
place at the counter. Sam surmised that this was the receptionist.
Gwen stuck her head out of the door and called, "Helen, you can come in
now."
The pregnant woman went to the door and followed Gwen back into the back.
Another woman came in, went through the sign in ritual, and sat down
before Gwen called the first woman to the back.
Sam was getting bored by now. He picked up a magazine from the stack
next to him. "Modern Motherhood," it read. He dropped it back on the stack
immediately. He lifted several others, noting that most of them were dealing
with parenthood. He guessed that these might be appropriate for an office of
this type, but he was not in the least bit interested in reading that kind of
material. He finally came across a Vogue in the pile. Sighing, he began
leafing through it. At least it was better than reading about babies.
Gwen came to the door and called the next patient. She smiled at Sam
before she led the other woman to the back.
The pregnant woman came out about this time, discretely adjusting her
clothing. She went to the desk, talked to the receptionist for a minute,
then accepted a slip of paper and left.
Another pregnant woman came in.
Sam was beginning to figure that this was going to be a long wait, when
Gwen came to the door and said, "Samantha, I think we can take you now."
Sam was eager enough to follow her. At least there would be a change of
scenery from the waiting room.
Gwen led Sam into a small examining room.
"Let's get you started," she said.
"Step out of your heels, and stand on the scale," she continued.
Sam stepped out of his shoes, and stepped on the scale he saw at the side
of the room. The floor was cold on his stocking clad feet.
Gwen went through the moving of the weights to weigh him, then pulled the
rod up to measure his height. She had him sit next to the desk in the
corner, and took his temperature and blood pressure.
Sam was used to these thing, his doctor did them every time he visited
him. So far, there was no big secret to being in this women's doctor's
office.
Gwen then put her stethoscope to her ears, and began pressing the cold
metal disk to Sam's body. When she put it on his breasts, he felt the
nipples grow hard from the cold metal. He'd been noticing his nipples
hardening at almost any provocation. Other than that, he was not unfamiliar
with the procedures.
As Gwen finished writing her findings in a folder, she told Sam to
disrobe and sit on the examining table in the middle of the room. Hesitantly
Sam complied, though he only took the dress off.
Gwen looked sharply at him, "No, Sam, take everything off."
Resigned, Sam stripped and sat on the table.
Gwen came over with a rubber hammer, testing Sam's reflexes. Then she
told him to lie down on the table, helping to move him into the position she
had in mind.
Sam's feet dangled over the end of the table, but Gwen didn't seem to
mind.
Gwen lifted one leg up by the knee, and placed it in a stirrup that Sam
hadn't noticed earlier. She repeated the process with the other, then moved
the stirrups out form the table, spreading Sam's legs wide apart.
Sam turned deep red. He was terribly embarrassed to be so exposed to
Gwen.
Gwen draped a green cloth from Sam's knees to his waist. Sam couldn't
see anything below his waist now, but the coolness he felt in his genitals
reminded him how exposed he was.
Gwen was doing something at the side of the table, when the support below
Sam's hips fell away.
Gwen went to the small refrigerator on the wall of the room, and removed
a bottle with a big rubber hose coming out of it. She went to the foot of
the table, and began doing something. Sam felt her fingers on his groin,
then the tampon being removed. He felt something enter into him.
"This may be uncomfortable," Gwen said cheerfully.
Suddenly, Sam felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into his stomach.
Then, it turned cold. He felt the coldness seeping up from his groin to his
belly. It felt like ice water was invading him.
Sam felt the coldness warm up inside his body, and the tube being removed
from him. Then he heard the liquid dripping into a pan.
"I kept that in the refrigerator just for you," Gwen laughed. "We
usually douche our patients with warm water, but we wanted you to remember
it."
Leaving Sam supported in this precarious and exposed position, dripping
water into the pan, Gwen simply smiled and walked out of the room.
It seemed like a long time to Sam, but must have been only a few minutes
before Gwen returned, this time accompanying Lois. They both smiled at him.
"Good morning, Samantha," Lois began, as she moved to the foot of the
table, Gwen at her shoulder. Lois now had a white lab coat over her blouse.
Lois moved the pan out of her way, and sat down on a small stool,
directly in front of Sam's exposed parts. He could feel himself blushing
again.
He felt her doing something to his groin, then something entered deep
inside him, feeling like it was filling a passage. He felt it wiggle around,
then withdraw swiftly.
Something cold entered him next. It warmed quickly as it squirmed around
inside him, then he felt a sharp pinch. The instrument was withdrawn.
Lois kept down there for a while longer, her fingers probing his
genitals, then she stripped off her surgical gloves and left the room.
"We'll have to wait a while for the tests to come back," Gwen said.
Gwen followed Lois out of the room, again leaving Sam in the awkward
position. Sam tried to move to get more comfortable, but his legs stuck in
the stirrups restricted his movement greatly. He sighed, and lay back
accepting it.
A few minutes later, Gwen came back in the room, this time leading Gloria.
"Good morning, Samantha," Gloria said.
Sam wondered how they could all be so cheerful. Oh well, they weren't
hanging out over this silly table.
"I came over from the University Hospital as soon as I could get away.
Now, let's see what we have here, " Gloria continued.
She sat down at the end of the table and proceeded to duplicate the
things that Lois had done a few minutes earlier. The only difference was
that the pinch was missing.
Finally, Gloria stood and looked at him, "It looks excellent, Samantha.
But, we'll have to wait for Lois' tests to be really sure."
Gloria smiled and left the room.
Now, Gwen took her turn at the end of the table. Sam felt her inserting
a tampon.
"All finished," Gwen smiled, as she restored the table to it's normal
position.
"You can get up and get dressed now," she concluded as she walked from
the room again.
Sam got up, still humiliated, and slowly began dressing. While he was
not yet familiar enough with his clothing to be fast in any case, he was
dressing slower than normal.
After dressing, Sam sat down on the chair by the desk. He wondered what
was going to happen now.
Gwen walked in a few minutes later, saying, "Oh, you're dressed. Good.
Go back and wait in the waiting room."
Sam got up and returned to the waiting room, noticing that more women had
arrived while he had been getting examined.
His old seat was open, so he sat down and picked up the Vogue again.
A number of the other women went into the back, and returned while he was
waiting. He'd finished looking through the Vogue, without any real interest,
and had picked up another magazine. It was one of those baby ones, but it
was something to do.
The waiting room cleared out, and Sam noticed that it was 12:30 on the
clock on the wall. He hadn't noticed what time it had been when he had gone
into the examining room, but was sure it had been several hours ago.
Gwen and Gloria walked out from the back and turned to him.
"Come on, Sam," Gwen said. "Let's go get some lunch."
The three of them went across the street to a small restaurant, and had
small house salads with coffee. Sam ate every leaf of lettuce.
As they left, Gloria said she had to get back to her office. She went
her way while Gwen and Sam went back to Lois' office.
"Wait here," Gwen smiled, in the waiting room.
Sam sighed, and picked up the magazine he'd been leafing through. He got
through three more before he looked up at the clock again. It was 3:30, and
he was still waiting. He stood, to stretch his muscles.
The receptionist glared at him.
Sam sat back down, sighed, and picked up yet another magazine.
At last, Gwen called him into the back again. This time they went into a
more standard office setting.
Lois looked up from the papers on her desk, smiled, and indicated a
chair. Gwen sat in the other one.
"Well, Samantha," Lois began. "You will be happy to know that all of our
tests show you to be a normal, functioning female."
Sam was shocked. He'd known it, really, but hearing it said out loud
crushed him.
"I saw no abnormality in your sex organs at all," she continued, "and
Gloria's examination showed the same."
"Incidentally, your hymen is intact," she kept going. "I guess that
makes you a virgin."
Gwen and Lois both giggled at this pronouncement.
Sam turned beet red.
Lois wrote something on a piece of paper. She handed it to Sam, saying,
"This is a prescription for oral contraceptives. You will want to get it
filled this afternoon."
My god, Sam thought. I'm really a girl now, and a virgin to boot. Now,
she's giving me a prescription for the pill. Sam had no intention of needing
the pill.
"Gwen," Lois continued, "why don't you take the rest of the day off.
Take Sam home, and make sure to get the script filled."
Gwen and Sam stood and left the office to Lois' cheery, "See you later,
Sam."
Sam noted it was 4 PM as they left the office and went to Gwen's car.
Gwen drove out into traffic, and pulled in at a strip mall further down
the street. The big neon sign in front of them announced, "Drugs."
Gwen led Sam into the drug store, and back to the pharmacist's counter.
The clerk looked up inquiringly, then said, "Hi Gwen."
Gwen smiled, then turned to Sam.
"Give her your prescription, Samantha," she ordered.
Sam gave the paper to the clerk, receiving a number in return.
Gwen led Sam into the store's aisles, stopping at the cosmetics displays.
She pointed out various cosmetics to Sam, often saying they'd look good on
him. She picked up a couple of them before Sam's number was called.
They returned to the pharmacy window, where the clerk gave Sam a small
paper bag. "That will be Thirty Four Fifty," she said.
Gwen quickly said, "It's on our office. And would you ring these up as
well?", placing the cosmetics she'd selected on the counter.
The clerk merrily began adding the purchases on the register, and Gwen
paid with cash from her purse, after getting a receipt.
Gwen drove Sam back to Susan's apartment. Susan was home, and let them
in.
Chapter 21 - To Tell the Truth
Susan was now dressed in jeans and a plaid blouse. She looked
inquiringly at Gwen.
"Oh, Sam's normal," Gwen said. "She's even a virgin."
The girls began giggling.
"Lois gave her some pills too. Oh, and I noticed her flow was ebbing."
"That's great news," Susan replied.
Sam, once again a beet red, wondered what language these women were
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speaking in the last sentence.
The doorbell rang just about then, and Jane came in to join them.
Seeing Jane, Gwen said, "Oh! Samantha said something about having to go
to work today."
The girls began laughing harder, much to Sam's increased puzzlement.
Jane looked at him, saying, "Sam, dearest, you resigned from the office
last Friday. I typed up the letter myself, and stamped it with the signature
stamp in your desk. Something about personal problems."
The girls began laughing even harder now.
"Oh, I got your severance pay check. Mr. Grant had me type it," she
said, proffering the green check to Sam.
Sam saw it was clearly made out to Samantha Gordon. His heart sank even
lower.
"Just write your name on the back," Jane said. "I want to get it to the
bank before it closes." She handed Sam a pen from her purse.
Sam didn't know what to do. Susan made a motion like someone giving a
shot, and Sam decided to sign the check.
Jane left quickly, with a, "Be back soon, girls."
Susan and Gwen began talking together, mostly about things
incomprehensible to Sam, though he knew that they were talking about him. He
sat glumly on the sofa.
Jane came back after a while, and held out a check book with red roses
all over the cover. She handed it to Sam.
Sam looked inside, and noted that the checks were printed for Samantha
Gordon.
"How did you do that," Sam sputtered, knowing you had to sign a bunch of
forms to get a bank account.
"Easy," Jane laughed. "Do you remember all those forms you signed
Saturday? The bank application was in with them."
The girls laughed again.
"I opened the account with my money on Saturday for you," Jane continued,
"and I picked up the checks from the printer today."
"By the way," she said, "you owe me a hundred dollars."
The girls began laughing until Sam could tears streaming down some of
their faces. He wondered what was so funny.
"I'd better keep that for you," Susan said, taking the checkbook from him.
Just then, Sharon came in.
Like Susan earlier, Sharon was dressed in attractive suit, with a ruffled
blouse. Her navy bag and pumps matched the suit. Recalling the price tags
on some of the things at the mall the other day, Sam figured the suit must
have cost $500, easily.
"Hi gang," Sharon said.
"Let me look at you, Sam," she said with a smile
Sam stood for yet another inspection. These inspections by the women
were getting old.
"You look absolutely, lovely," she said, and, as soon as Sam thanked her
for the compliment, turned to the others.
"I'd have been here sooner," she said to them, "but I had to meet my
lawyer at the Club."
"Anything interesting," Susan inquired.
"Just something I've been playing with," Sharon replied.
"We all know what that means," Susan said, laughing.
The others had joined in the laughter, leaving Sam alone in he lack of
knowledge.
Sam must have had a look of incomprehension on his face, because Gwen
asked, "What's troubling you, Sam, dear?"
Sam stared at Sharon, and questioned, "Sharon, your suit is terrific, and
I'd sure love to do something about getting you out of it."
The girls broke into hearty laughter at that.
"If I were able," Sam amended, recalling his present situation.
"But, it must have cost a fortune," he continued. "How does a bar maid
afford such beautiful clothes?"
The girls were doubled over with laughter now, and Sam could see the
tears streaming from all of their eyes. He must have said something really
funny.
"Sam, love," Sharon spoke, as soon as she had composed herself a bit,
"you really don't know anything about the women you have chased, do you?"
Sam had to admit to himself that knowing about the women he'd had was not
the topmost thing on his mind. He'd always thought of women as something for
pleasure.
"Sharon," Susan interceded, "is DOCTOR Sharon Wilson. She has a ScD. in
Electrical Engineering from MIT. She invented a computer system that so
changed the industry that it is now an industry standard, and she makes about
ten dollars in royalties on almost every computer sold around the world."
"After that, she left IBM, and went into business for herself as an
inventor. IBM let her go with the agreement that she'd continue on a
consulting basis. Every few months, she gets an idea with her tinkering, and
sells her inventions for big bucks," Susan continued.
"She got the Nobel for her computer thingie. She OWNS the bar we got you
from. She just likes to work there sometimes to meet the common folks,"
Susan concluded.
Sharon had turned crimson hearing the recitation of her accomplishments.
Sam sat back stunned. He had no idea that Sharon was such an important
person. He'd always thought of her as a pleasant, good looking bartender who
he hadn't gotten into the sack yet.
The others were now laughing even harder at Sam's discomfort, and obvious
puzzlement.
Sharon recovered, and laughed, "I'll bet he knows next to nothing about
any of the women he's bedded."
The others agreed, laughing.
Sam responded eagerly to Susan's suggestion he go make coffee for the
group. At least the kitchen was away from the scene of his last faux pas.
Carol and Lois had joined the group when Sam returned with the coffee.
The others were cluing the newcomers in on Sam's latest blunder, and all were
laughing heartily.
Sam endured the discomfort, as Carol was brought up to date on his
condition. He was beginning to wonder what else there was about these women
he didn't know.
Tom rang the bell after a few more minutes, and walked into the room
carrying two large pizza boxes, and a couple of six packs of beer.
"Oh, Tom," Susan laughed, "you always did have a way of knowing our
weaknesses."
Tom laughed easily, "I saw all the cars in the lot, and just knew my
'harem' would be up here. So I went over to Antonia's, fixing to ply you all
with good food and strong drink."
Jane punched him playfully on the arm, and took the pizza boxes, placing
them on the coffee table. The girls unceremoniously ripped the boxes open,
and began lifting wedges of the gooey pizza.
"What's the matter, Sam," Susan said, seeing Sam abstaining, "not hungry?
Sam was, in fact, hungry. He'd been hungry for days, and been frustrated
in satisfying it at every turn. But he also remembered that each time he'd
gone for some good food, the women had stopped him with warnings, and even
threats. He'd decided to wait for permission this time. With Susan's words,
he grabbed a wedge of the sloppy pizza as well.
Tom came over to the sofa, and always the gentleman, perched himself on
the wing. The fact that this placed him right next to Sam didn't bother him
in the least, but left Sam uneasy.
"Where's Gloria tonight?" Tom asked, between bites.
"Oh, she called the office just before I left," Lois replied. "Somebody
got into an accident, and she had to go to the hospital. She sent her
regrets."
The others sobered at the thought, but then became playful again.
"Wait 'til she hears she missed the pizza," Gwen exclaimed.
Everyone started laughing again.
They all finished with the pizzas and beer. Even Sam was allowed to have
a beer, the first real drink he'd had since this adventure began. Sam was
still hungry, but the reproving eyes of some of the girls had limited him to
two slices, like the others.
They all leaned back and relaxed in the good cheer and company, when Sam
felt Tom's arm circle his shoulders.
"Samantha, you are looking especially lovely tonight," Tom said.
Sam smiled his pleasure. Something made him like this handsome man. He
seemed to be changing his perspective.
"Um, Tom," Carol began. "There's something I think we need to tell you."
His arm still draped on Sam's shoulders, Tom looked inquiringly at Lois.
"You knew we all love you," she continued. "And you're always there for
us."
Tom laughed, saying, "And I'm handsome and good in bed too!."
The group broke up into laughter again.
"Listen to this guy fishing for compliments," Jane said, as she punched
him playfully again.
"And a real hunk," Carol continued, laughing. "And maybe trainable in
bed."
Even bigger laughs emerged from the whole group.
"And modest, too," Susan volunteered.
Tears filled all the girls' eyes as they laughed. Tom was laughing just
as hard as the rest of the group.
When the laughter subsided, Carol continued, "We have all noticed how you
seem to have taken a liking to Samantha."
"We have been having some fun at your expense, though not intentionally,"
she kept going.
The girls were giggling again, and Tom was paying amused attention to
Carol.
"But we all love and respect you too much to let it go on."
"Do you know Sam Gordon?" she continued.
"Well, I've never formally met the guy. I've seen him around, though,"
Tom conceded.
"What did you think of him?" Jane inquired.
"He was something of a braggart," Tom answered. "He was always chasing
new women, and letting everyone know about his successes. I guess I didn't
think too much about that, or him, for that matter."
"Well," Carol continued, "I think you had better hear what we have to
say."
"I think you'll need to be sitting down for this," she cautioned.
"Samantha, why don't you give Tom your place on the sofa," Susan directed.
"Oh, she doesn't need to do that," Tom hastily injected. "I'm fine here."
"No," Susan kept on the track, "Sam will move, and maybe you can let her
sit on your lap?"
The girls giggled.
Sam was shocked, but he got up to allow Tom to sit on the sofa. As he
did so, he took Sam's hand, pulling him down onto one leg. He circled Sam's
waist with an arm, then turned to listen.
Sam was terribly uncomfortable now. He had mixed feelings, though. He
was being humiliated, and showing it by flushing red. At the same time, he
felt a strange, tingling sensation though his body. He also felt a dampness
in his panties.
Carol then related the whole story of how Susan had gone to the bar,
seduced Sam, and brought him back here, where Lois had done her medical magic
on him.
Sam was now a brilliant red with embarrassment.
"You're so cute when you blush like that," Tom whispered into Sam's ear.
"You flush all the way down through your bust."
Sam turned even redder.
"We took Sam over to The Game Cock Saturday," Carol continued. "We
didn't expect to meet you there, though it was a pleasure as always."
"Anyway," she kept on going, "you seemed to like Sam. So, we just let
you two go on."
"I think we aggravated the situation," admitted Susan, "by inviting you
over to the pool yesterday."
"But Sam's really a woman now, isn't she," Tom inquired, knowing of
Gloria's work.
"Oh," Lois chimed in, "that's for sure. She's probably more female than
any of the rest of us!"
The girls were giggling at that announcement.
Sam retained his brilliant red coloration, becoming more uncomfortable by
the minute. If these women kept up like this, everyone in the city would
soon know of his situation.
"I don't see how that's possible," Tom responded instantly. "I've never
had any problems considering any of you female!"
The group again laughed until the tears rolled.
"Yea," Jane interjected, "you spent so much time in our sorority house
lounge, we thought about pledging you!."
Everyone rolled on the floor with that, except for Sam, trapped on Tom's
lap still.
"We're sorry if we led you on, into something you might not want be
involved in," Carol concluded, contritely, when the laughter died out.
"No problem as far as I can see," Tom replied easily. "Sam's a girl now.
If you hadn't told me I'd have never known. Besides, I still like her, no
matter what her history might be."
"Actually," Tom continued, "the real reason I came over tonight was to
see if Sam wanted to go dancing again."
"Oh, I just knew you'd understand," Carol said brightly, as she got up
from her seat and planted a big kiss on Tom's lips.
Gwen spoke, "Tom, you do need to know a few things though."
She'd gotten Tom's attention now.
Sam was in a state of panic waiting for even more revelations.
"Lois checked Sam out today," she continued. "She's a virgin. And, she
having her period, so don't plan on doing too much with her right now."
Tom laughed, "Have I ever hurt any of you girls? Don't you think you can
trust me to be the same way with your creation?"
"Oh, of course we do," said Susan, hastily, "but we thought you needed to
know."
"Well, I DO thank you for that," Tom said. "But it doesn't make any real
difference. I still like Samantha."
Tom was squeezing Sam more tightly around the waist now, and smiling
broadly.
"I'd still like to take Sam out tonight," Tom said to the women.
"Is there anything you think I should do special?" he added, after a
brief hesitation.
"Go powder your nose, Sam," Susan ordered.
Sam went into the bedroom, being locked in as he stepped inside. He
wondered at what insidious plans the group was dreaming up for him. He had
no doubt at all that he was going out with Tom tonight.
Well, the thought of going out with Tom didn't really seem all that bad.
But, Tom was now in on the secret, and maybe he'd change the way he treated
him.
It wasn't too long before the door opened, and Susan beckoned Sam to join
the group.
"Grab your purse, dear," she said. "Tom is taking you out."
"It will be good for you to have a real date," Gwen smiled.
"And Tom is sooooo sweet," Jane crooned.
Sam picked up his purse, and took Tom's proffered arm, as they left the
apartment for a night on the town.
"Just get her back by midnight," Susan said at the door.
"Just like college," Tom laughed.
Chapter 22 - First Date
Tom, always the gentleman, held the door to his luxurious Lincoln for Sam
to slide in the front seat. He closed the door, and got in the driver's
side. After he started the car, he laid his arm lightly across Sam's
shoulders, drawing him closer.
Sam stiffened for a moment as Tom's arm touched him, then he relaxed,
instinctively trusting Tom not to do anything offensive.
As they drove out into traffic, Tom started, "You have an incredible
story, Sam."
"I had planned on taking you over to the Red Rooster for a few drinks and
some dancing," he continued, "but now, I think I might have a better idea."
His arm tightened on Sam's shoulder, but the drive continued in silence.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the small bar, Sam's heart sank.
The bright neon lights proclaimed this to be, "The Booby Trap," a place noted
for strippers, and which Sam had frequented often.
"Hello, Mr. Benton," the doorman said, as they entered the club.
"We don't see you bringing lovely ladies to our humble establishment too
often," the doorman continued.
"This one's special, Jake," Tom replied with a chuckle.
The Booby Trap was laid out with an darkened area of tables in the rear,
and a brightly lit stage area in the center. There were tables around the
stage, and some chairs set right up adjacent to the long walkway that formed
the stage. Sam hoped they would go to the dark tables, but Tom led him to
the lighted ones nearer the stage.
A waitress came over to their table as they sat down, Tom seating Sam in
a gentlemanly fashion. As all waitresses in the club, this one was wearing a
full micro-skirt, filled even fuller by yards of stiffened lace fabric under
it, some black mesh stockings, held up by garters in plain sight, and high
heeled pumps. She was topless.
"Well, hello, Tom," the waitress said, rubbing her hand over Tom's
shoulder. "Long time no see."
"I've been busy, Arlene," Tom explained.
"I can see that," Arlene said, smiling directly at Sam.
"What will you have?" she continued.
"Oh, just a beer for me," Tom said, "and maybe a lady's drink for
Samantha."
"Be right back," Arlene said, after writing the order on her book.
Arlene had just placed the drinks before the couple, when the music
began, and two girls danced out onto the stage. Over the next three songs,
they removed their clothing a bit at a time, until they were completely
naked, except their heels, at the end of the third song. They danced the
fourth song unclad. At the end of the fourth number, they collected this
discarded clothing, leaving to backstage two different women replaced them.
The dancers appeared, now clad simply in transparent panties, through the
stage door moments later. They began mingling with the crowd as the women
now on stage repeated their earlier dancing.
Normally, Sam would have become excited by the show, but tonight he just
did not feel excited by the women at all. What he did find more exciting was
Tom's gaze at the women. He even felt a twinge of jealousy, though he'd have
never pegged it as that.
One of the former dancers came over to the table.
"Hi there, Tom," she cooed, shaking her breasts in his face.
"I'd dance for you, but I see you have company already," the woman said,
looking fiercely at Sam.
"Don't let that stop you," Tom laughed. "I think she'll get a kick out
of it."
The woman immediately stepped up on one of the chairs, and from there to
the center of their table. She began to undulate to the music. Her crotch
seemed to end up in Tom's face quite often during the dance.
Thankfully, Sam thought, she'd only danced one song on the table. He'd
known Renee before, but she'd never put on that kind of show for him.
Greg stumbled up to the table. It was early, but Greg was already pretty
well loaded.
"Howdy, Tom," he slurred.
"Oh, I know you!," he continued.
"You were at The Game Cock the other night," as recognized Sam.
"You ought to try your luck," Greg said, looking directly at Sam and
pointing to the stage. "It's amateur night."
Greg stumbled off into the crowd, as Sam felt Tom's hand squeeze his knee.
Tom leaned over the table and whispered, "Well, Sam. Want to try your
luck?"
Sam panicked. Tom could not possibly mean he wanted Sam to do a strip
right here in front of all these horny men, could he?
Tom patted Sam's knee, chuckling, "Oh well, not tonight I guess."
The sense of relief and gratitude Sam felt at being let off the hook was
profound. Even though he'd seen, and enjoyed, amateur nights at the Booby
Trap on many occasions, he had no desire to participate in one. In fact, he
felt uncomfortable just being in the place now, quite unlike he'd felt on his
previous visits.
"Let's get out of this place," Tom suggested. "Unless you'd like to stay
longer?"
Sam smiled his acceptance of the idea, and was even eager to take Tom's
arm as they left the noisy club.
In Tom's car again, with Tom's arm over his shoulders, Sam noticed a
couple of scantily clad hookers walking the street. He had seen them before,
of course, but never in quite the same light. He shuddered at the thought of
how they made their living.
"Sam," Tom was saying, "we can revisit some more of your old haunts, if
you want to."
Sam looked up to Tom, saying, "Please, Tom. I just didn't feel right in
there. You decide where we should go."
Tom chuckled as he started the car and they drove off into the city.
As they pulled into the front parking lot of the Holiday Inn, Sam fell
back into panic. He'd been doing that a lot lately, but, with visions of
having Tom taking him up to a room and doing things with him, his fright was
more severe than he'd been subjected to before. The apprehension deepened as
they entered the hotel lobby, arm in arm.
Sam had forgotten about Grady's, the small, dimly lit bar off the lobby,
in his state of panic. It was into the bar that Tom led him. Sam's relief
was evident.
Tom just chuckled.
The waitress that came over to the table Tom had selected was dressed in
a skirt much like the ones worn by the waitresses in the Booby Trap. The
similarity ended there, however, since she was wearing a matching top, and
dark pantyhose. Her cleavage was obvious, but that was about the most skin
showing.
Tom ordered for both of them, a mixed drink for himself and a lady's
drink for Sam.
Sam was becoming interested in this lady's drink thing. In his
discomfort, he had not even tasted the one at the other bar. As the waitress
delivered the drinks, Sam took a small sip. It tasted like cherry soda water.
The small combo began playing a slow tune, and Tom took Sam out onto the
small dance floor.
Better prepared than Saturday evening, Sam let his body melt into Tom's
as they began to dance. The feeling of Sam's breasts against Tom's chest,
and the rhythmic movement of his legs pushing at his skirt caused the remote
tingling sensation all over his body to begin again.
After three songs, the band began to play a faster tune, and Tom led Sam
back to their table. They talked lightly about trivial things for a while.
"Tom," Sam began hesitatingly, "do you know the girls in the group well?"
Tom looked at Sam for a moment, smiling, and replied, "Sure, Sam. We go
way back."
"Did you ever," Sam continued shyly, "take any of them to bed?"
Tom chuckled in amusement. "That is not the kind of question a gentleman
answers," he said. "If you want to know that, ask the girls."
With that, Tom led Sam back out onto the dance floor, effectively cutting
off further questions.
Sam thought about this reply as they danced. He also wondered why he had
asked the question in the first place. He didn't think he was terribly
interested, and recalled that he'd have been happy to have answered such a
question just a few days ago. He continued pondering until Tom led him back
to the table.
"My gosh," Tom said, looking at his wrist watch. "Where has the time
gone."
"I promised Susan to get you home by midnight, and it's time to leave
already."
Sam wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed as they drove
back to Susan's apartment.
As they got to the door of the apartment, they could hear voices inside.
Obviously, at least some of the group was awaiting their return.
Tom pulled Sam to him, and kissed him gently on the lips. Unconsciously,
Sam responded, kissing back.
Tom pulled back, sighed, and pressed the door bell.
Susan opened the door, and smiled.
"You always did beat the curfew," she laughed, stepping out of the way so
the couple could enter the room.
Carol, Gwen, Sharon and Jane were in the living room as they entered.
Tom walked over to the sofa, his hand still in Sam's.
"Why don't you get a cup of coffee for Tom and yourself," Susan
suggested, seating herself on one of the chairs. "There is a pot ready in
the usual place."
Sam went off to the kitchen to get coffee. He didn't bother with the
tray, as he brought two cups back with him.
He seated himself on the sofa, next to Tom, after placing the cups on the
coffee table.
"Where did you guys go," Jane asked.
Sam reddened as Tom chuckled.
"I thought Sam might have fun at the Booby Trap," Tom began.
The girls began giggling, as much at the mention of the infamous club as
at Sam's deepening blush.
"Samantha didn't seem to want to enter the amateur night," Tom continued.
The girls really began laughing now.
"Why not, Sam?" inquired Susan, still laughing.
Sam was too embarrassed to answer.
Tom took up the slack after a moment of silence, "So we went over to
Grady's."
"Did you have a good time?" Carol asked Sam.
Tom hugged Sam's shoulders, answering for him, "It was a nice night,
after we left the Booby Trap."
Sam smiled in agreement.
Then Tom drained his cup and stood.
"Well, I have to work in the morning," he began, "and I need my rest to
keep up with you girls."
The girls giggles, as he kissed and hugged each of them.
"Show Tom to the door, Sam," Susan instructed.
Sam got up, and let Tom take his hand as they walked to the door.
Tom kissed Sam again, whispering, "I'd really like to do this again."
Tom walked off before Sam could think of anything to say.
Sam closed the door slowly, returning to the sofa.
"Well, you have had a big day today, Sam," Gwen said. "I think it's
about time for us all to get our beauty sleep."
The girls got up, leaving the apartment with hugs all around, and big
kisses for Sam.
Sam collected the dirty dishes, taking them to the kitchen and washing
them before Susan could tell him to do the duty. He was learning some of his
responsibilities.
"Good night, Sam, dear," Susan said, as he went into his bedroom. "Make
sure you take care of your things before you go to bed."
She locked Sam into the bedroom and went to her own.
Sam took his clothes off, washing the panties and stockings. He went to
the bathroom, and had a bubble bath.
As he lay in the bath, the heat from the water and the soothing feeling
of the bubbles made him feel how tired he really was. He got up, dried
himself off, and put on his nightie.
He fell asleep almost immediately as he got into the bed.
Chapter 23 - Tuesday Morning
Sam woke peacefully, but fully to the brightness of the room. For some
reason, he was feeling good this morning. He knew immediately where he was,
but, for some reason, was not a dejected about his situation as he'd been for
the past few days.
He swung his legs out of the bed, heading for the bathroom to answer the
call of nature. As he sat on the toilet seat, he noticed something was
different. Nature would not wait, but he kept trying to put his finger on
the difference while his body was taking care of its need.
He flushed the toilet, then reached down to remove the panties from his
night gown. It dawned on him then. There was no maxi-pad in the panties.
He felt the ice cold stabbing of fear and guilt as he realized that Susan
would kill him, or at least give him the final dose, when she saw the mess
that he'd probably left on the bed.
Susan walked into the bathroom just then. Sam wasn't sure whether she'd
heard the toilet flushing or he'd called here there somehow mentally.
Susan smiled a cheery, "Good Morning, Sam."
Sam tried to answer nonchalantly, but he couldn't control the fear and
guilt in his voice.
Susan looked puzzled for a moment, then she, too, noticed that the pad
was not in place.
"What did you do with the maxi-pad, Sam?" she asked, fearing that he'd
flushed it down the toilet. She knew that might cause a clogging of the
plumbing.
Sam looked dejected, stammering, "Um, I forgot to put it in last night."
Susan's face contorted in rage, then smoothed, all in an instant of time.
Her glare at Sam could have turned him into stone. Yet, without a word, she
spun and walked swiftly into the bedroom.
Sam sat fixed to the toilet seat. The hollow feeling in his stomach was
deepening by the minute. As he heard the rustle of the bed clothes being
mussed, he just knew that Susan would be returning momentarily, probably with
the hypodermic in her hands, but he sat immobile.
Susan came back to the bathroom, her face calmer now, but there was a
tightness in her voice as she said, "You are one very lucky young lady."
Susan took the tell tale panties from Sam, gave them a quick glance, and
tossed them into the sink. Her face softened.
Quickly she kissed Sam on the forehead. Her voice was much more
composed, almost light, as she said, "I only saw a few drops of blood in the
panties, and the bed was clean. I think your period is over."
"Go on and start to get dressed while I get into something decent," she
continued, going back to her own room.
"And make sure to put a panty liner in your panties," she cautioned from
the other bedroom.
Sam remained frozen on the toilet seat for a moment. The relief at her
pronouncement washed all through him. He knew he had just dodged a serious
situation.
As he calmed, he got up and washed out the panties. He hung his nightie
on the hook, and went into the bedroom. He knew he might have gotten past
this one problem, but he'd better be on his best behavior for a while.
Sam went to the dresser, where Susan had been pulling clothes for him for
the past few days, and rooted around, looking for underwear. He found some
of the same style panties he'd been wearing for the past few days, though
lacier, and put them on. He also found a bra.
Motivated to dress quickly, and thus try to keep Susan from being angered
again, he put the brassier on, and dipped into the drawer again. He couldn't
find the pantyhose he'd been made to wear at the mall, so he resignedly
picked up the garter belt and put it on.
Sam went back into the bathroom to get the stockings he'd washed last
night. As he reached for them, the coldness in his stomach returned.
Something had pulled the material on one of the stockings, and there was a
long area that looked like a wide spaced ladder. He was holding the evidence
when Susan returned.
"Oh, no," she said. "Your stockings have a run in them."
Her voice was remarkably calm and matter of fact, Sam thought.
Susan went over to the dresser, selecting a cardboard envelope. She
opened it, and pulled another pair of the sheer stockings from it.
"Go ahead, Sam," she said, "continue dressing while I put on some coffee."
Sam took the stockings, and managed to get them on. He slapped some
lipstick on his face, and went to the closet to get a dress. He figured he
might as well get the dress on before he brushed his hair.
As he looked through the clothing hung up in the closet for the first
time since he'd been here, he noticed that all the dresses and skirts seemed
to be about the same length. The only one really longer was the suit he'd
worn to church on Sunday, and he recalled how short that one was. He didn't
see a slip in the closet anyhow, and didn't recall seeing one in the dresser
drawer. Reluctantly, he began to look through the other clothing.
His hand touched something exceptionally soft and silky. He pulled it
out for a closer look. It was a dress, in a pattern of pinks and whites
causing it to appear to be covered by big flower petals. He could see it had
shoulders, and a collar on it, but no sleeves. It even buttoned down the
front, though he was a little disappointed to see the tiny buttons seemed to
stop just as they got to the fuller area of the bodice. The skirt was full,
falling from the waist in gentle, unpressed pleats. Even though the skirt
was much shorter than he would have liked, he decided he liked the dress.
Then, he noticed he could see the shadow of his hand clearly defined through
the dress, even though the hand was all the way on the back side. He slipped
his other hand inside the front, and saw it clearly, even being able to see a
tinted color version of his hand through the material. He decided he didn't
like the dress so much any more. It was soft, though.
Susan returned by this time, and was watching Sam look through the
closed. As the discovery of the dress first lighted up his face, then fell
as he discovered its transparency, she laughed.
"That is a very nice dress, Sam," she said, "but maybe not right for
today. Why don't we save that one for the next time Tom takes you out. He
is sure to like it."
Sam was doubly embarrassed by the thoughts that Susan had been watching
him check out the dress, and the prospect of going out with Tom dressed in
the sheer thing.
Susan reached into the closed, quickly selecting a blouse and mini-skirt
for him. She handed them to him, saying, "Try these on today."
Sam took the garments to the bed, where he put them on.
The blouse was a simple peasant style, with puffed sleeves, and a rough
lace embroidered over the front. It didn't have any buttons, so Sam just
slipped it over his head, discovering that it didn't cover too much of his
breasts either. The sleeves seemed to pull down on his shoulders, so he
adjusted the elastic holding them to his arms up, and the sleeves seemed to
balloon into a puff by themselves.
The skirt was a straight one, a combination of reddish and pink lines
forming large squares all over the fabric. As usual, it had the button and
zipper on the waistband. He pulled it over his head and settling it down on
his waist. He sighed as he saw the hem just barely covering the tops of his
stockings.
Susan took a long look at him standing there before her, then got a few
things for him. She gave him the pair of black pumps he'd worn before, and
then circled his waist with a wide, shiny black belt, which she fastened in
the back. It had a white net flower where the buckle in the front would have
normally been. She moved the belt a little, until the flower was off to one
side, just about where Sam's now flatter stomach joined the roundness of his
hips. Susan gave a curt nod of approval and went back to the kitchen.
Sam now noticed what Susan was wearing for the first time. He'd been
caught up in his own trouble, he really had not been paying attention.
Susan was wearing a white blouse, that circled high on her neck and had
ruffles all over the front. It was buttoned up the back, and sheer enough
that her bra displayed its lace very plainly through the fabric as the fabric
strained to clutch her body when she moved. Her skirt was a charcoal gray,
with just a hint of red stripes running up and down it. As with her skirt
yesterday, it fell to the middle of her knees. She had brownish red pumps on
her feet.
Sam recognized that the skirt Susan was wearing was obviously the bottom
of a suit. He sighed with resignation, knowing he'd be farmed off somewhere
while Susan went to work.
Sam brushed his hair, getting the job done quickly as he remembered to
use very light strokes, and looked at himself in the mirror. He was not
really displeased with the woman who looked back at him. In other times, he
thought, he wouldn't mind taking her home.
Like yesterday, they had coffee in the kitchen, which Sam drank without
comment. He took his calcium and vitamin pills without a protest. Still
being on good behavior to mitigate the close call after forgetting the pad
last night, he washed the dirty cups without a word from Susan.
Susan had gone back into her room to finish dressing. She now emerged
with the jacket matching her skirt on, carrying a black shoulder bag and a
black briefcase. She was obviously ready for work.
"Grab your bag and come on," she said, heading for the door.
Sam got the black shoulder bag from the dresser in his bedroom, and
followed her out of the apartment.
When they got to Susan's car, she got in the driver's seat, and leaned
over to unlock the passenger side. Sam took the hint, and slid into the
front seat, buckling the seat belt.
"I have to go to work," she explained as she was starting the car, "but
Gwen needs to talk with you. I'll drop you off at her place on the way."
Sam wondered why Gwen needed to talk to him, but kept his question to
himself. He was still trying to atone for his earlier problem.
Chapter 24 - Strike Two
They drove through the suburbs, until they came upon a large house
situated in a big landscaped lawn. As Susan drove into the driveway, Sam
figured that this must be Gwen's house. He'd never been here before, having
taken her to his apartment the time they'd gone home together. That thought
brought a flash of a smile to his face, which crashed almost immediately as
he recalled it now seemed like a lifetime ago since that night.
He turned his eyes to the house, estimating it must have cost at least a
quarter million dollars. That brought up the question of how a nurse could
afford such a big house. After the revelations about Sharon last night, he
was not about to ask Susan about this though.
They got out of the car and walked up to the door. Gwen answered the
bell almost immediately.
"We're a little early, I'm afraid," Susan smiled at Gwen, "but I really
have to get to the office."
"No problem, Susan," Gwen replied, returning the smile. "I was just
getting ready for Sam anyway."
"Thanks, Gwen," Susan said, turning back to her car.
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Over her shoulder, Susan said, "Sam, be a good girl for Gwen today."
"Come in, Sam," Gwen said. "You are looking very pretty this morning."
Sam thanked her for the compliment as they walked into Gwen's living room.
"I need to get a few things," Gwen said. "Why don't you make yourself
comfortable here. I'll only be a minute."
Sam looked around the room. It was a large, airy room. There was a
sofa, a love seat, and a couple of matching chairs scattered around the room,
along with some end tables in a dark wood. The furniture was done in a light
beige, matching the carpet. He also noticed the beige curtains framing the
picture window in the rear of the room. One wall had an open fireplace, with
all the tools on it, but it was obviously not in use. The opposite wall had
a book case full of books.
Sam walked over to the book case. He had never been a big reader before,
but there was something about these books that grabbed his attention.
Perhaps it was the bright colors on the book covers. He looked over the
selections, recognizing several of the titles from the best seller lists in
the newspaper. As he examined the books, he noticed that they all seemed to
be done by one author. He wondered who G. Chambeaux was. Whoever he was,
he was sure a prolific author.
On impulse, Sam picked one of the books from the shelf. The title was
one that he knew was on the current best seller list. As he opened the book,
he almost dropped it on the floor. There, on the back flap, was a picture of
Gwen staring at him.
"You can take the book with you," Gwen said from behind him. "I have
several copies."
Sam turned red.
"Now, come over to the sofa. We need to talk," she continued.
Sam sat on the sofa, while Gwen sat in one of the chairs. She looked so
natural in this setting, and desirable in her black pants, that looked like
she'd been poured into, and red silk blouse. The feeling of his nipples
straining against his bra, and a slight feeling of moistness in his groin,
reminded him that he couldn't do much about that desirability now.
"I know you are finding yourself in strange surroundings," Gwen began,
"but there are a lot of things you have to learn. I'll try to teach you some
of them this morning. We don't have a lot of time, so pay attention."
Gwen started talking about reproduction, and menstruation, and babies.
Sam lost interest almost immediately. He didn't want to know about all
this girl stuff. He certainly had no intention of getting close enough to a
man to get pregnant, even if Gloria's changes had made it possible now.
After a while, Gwen noticed him fidgeting on the sofa, and the distracted
look of boredom on his face.
"Pay attention," she said sternly, "this is important."
"Why are you telling me all this junk," Sam retorted. "I'm not going to
do anything like that."
"Oh, but you will," Gwen replied, the stern, no nonsense, tone still in
her voice.
"As women," she said, "our bodies are designed to do one thing. They
want to reproduce. And they will do everything they can to get us to make a
baby, whether we want to or not."
"Hmmmpf," Sam retorted, sharply, "That's fine for you, but I'm not going
to get within a mile of a man and a bedroom."
"You aren't going to have any choice in the matter," Gwen said. "Your
body will take care of that. In fact, you'll probably end up in bed with Tom
before long."
Sam was stunned. Tom was a nice guy, but the idea of going to bed with
him was ridiculous. Besides, he remembered, vaguely, something Gloria had
said about getting pregnant making his condition as permanent as the last
dose of the medicine they were holding over his head. He had no intention
whatsoever of allowing that to happen.
"Now, may I have your attention so we can continue?" Gwen asked.
"I don't need all this bull," Sam said, in anger. "I am not going to bed
with Tom, or any other man for that matter."
"Besides, what the heck is so special about Tom?" he blurted. "The
whole lot of you women carry on like he is some kind of Greek god. He's just
a guy, like thousands of others. Just like I was, until you girls did this
to me. You all act like you'd jump in Tom's bed in a heartbeat."
Gwen reddened. She was getting angry.
"We have known Tom for years now," she said. "He is a special man, much
more of a man than you ever were. And he HAS taken me to bed, as well as the
other girls. And we are DAMNED happy he's around to do it."
She paused for breath, continuing heatedly, "I don't know what he sees in
you. He's much too good for the likes of you, but he'll probably take you to
bed very soon. I'm doing this mostly for him. I don't want to see him hurt
because you can't take care of your own urges."
She stopped suddenly, the tension and anger clearly showing all over her
body.
"Bull!" Sam repeated, clasping his arms roughly around his chest, then
moving them hastily when his breasts got in the way.
"Well, if you won't learn how to take care of yourself, I don't care if
you get pregnant," Gwen said tightly. "I just hope it isn't with Tom. He'd
feel obliged to marry you, and he deserves much, much better than you."
"Hmmmpf!" Sam exclaimed.
Gwen now burst into tears.
"Get out of my house!," she shouted. "I don't want to see you again."
"I didn't want to be here in the first place," Sam retorted, as he
angrily stomped out the front door, slamming it behind himself.
Gwen was running, in tears, towards her bedroom as Sam left the house.
Sam stood on the door stoop, taking deep breaths. He was more than
angry. He was angry that he was here, angry with Gwen, and angry that he was
in this body. He was also angry that his clothes were so revealing, and
angry at all the women who had brought him to this condition.
As he cooled down a little, still on the door stoop, he decided he needed
a drink. Then it dawned on him that he had no money. Frustrated, he decided
just to walk away and let these women find themselves another play toy. He
began walking down the driveway.
He cooled down even more as he was walking, and realized that he had even
left his purse on Gwen's sofa. He had no money, no identification, and
nowhere to go. He was stuck in this female body, dressed like a hooker, and
walking in one of the most affluent suburbs of the city.
He looked up to see a police car passing slowly on the street. He saw
the officer looking suspiciously at him. He turned and walked back to Gwen's
doorstep. All he needed was to get arrested as a hooker, he thought.
He sat on Gwen's door stoop, and his anger changed to despair. He
realized that he had no hope at all of getting back to his old self without
Gloria's help. He also realized he'd made Gwen mad, and Gwen had probably
been the most helpful of the women in the group. She would probably have
Gloria give him the final dose now, he thought. Heck, she might even do it
herself and be happy taking her revenge. With these thoughts, he bowed his
head an began sobbing, for the first time since he'd cried since he had been
a little boy.
He was still crying when the door opened softly.
Gwen stood at the doorway and said gently, "Come inside Sam."
Sam followed her, still sniffling.
"Sit here," she directed, in her no nonsense tone. "I'll call one of the
others to come get you."
Sam could see the tracks on her face where she'd been crying through his
own tears.
"I'm sorry, Gwen," he blubbered through his tears. "Please, don't be mad
at me. Can we try again?"
Gwen looked at him in surprise. Sam seemed so dejected, sitting there
crying, and so sincere.
She put her hand on Sam's cheek, gently.
"Sam," she said softly, "you hurt me terribly. I should give you your
final dose now, but I can see your really are sorry."
"Come into the bathroom," she directed, "we both have to repair our
faces."
They went into the large bathroom, where Gwen took a wash cloth and
washed the tears from Sam's face. Then, she washed her own face, and took
him by the hand back into the living room.
As they settled into their previous positions, Gwen said, "I am
disappointed in you Sam. And I'm still angry and hurt. I'm too upset to
continue teaching what you need to know, but I'll try."
"Have you taken your pill today?" Gwen asked.
Sam looked over at her. He had not taken one of those birth control
pills. He had no intention of needing them.
"No," he admitted.
"Sam," she said softly, "you must take one of those pills every morning.
You never know when you will need them, what with rapists around, or maybe
just the right man comes along."
Sam had never considered the possibility of rape before. He had never
had to think too seriously about that in the past. Rape was something that
only happened to women.
As he was thinking, Gwen had gone into the kitchen, and now returned with
a tumbler full of water.
"Take your pill now," she said.
Sam fumbled in his purse, finding the bag from the drug store. He opened
it, and saw a plastic container with twenty eight pills arranged in a circle
on it. The pills pushed through the foil backing. He got one, and took it
with the water Gwen handed him.
Gwen took the tumbler back to the kitchen while Sam was looking in
fascination at the pill container.
"If you remember nothing else," Gwen said softly, as she reseated herself
on the chair, "remember that your body wants you to give it a baby. You can
trick your body with the pills, but it will still try and get you pregnant."
"Now," she continued, "we have made a mess out of our time together this
morning, and you have to be at Darlene's in a few minutes. We have just
about enough time to get there."
As they got into Gwen's car, Sam said softly, "I really am sorry."
"I know, dear," Gwen said. "I won't do anything hasty, but you better
not let this happen again."
They drove to the dress shop in silence, each deep in her own thoughts.
Chapter 25 - First Fitting
When Darlene met them in her shop, Sam noticed that several other women
were present, looking over clothes hanging on racks or bolts of fabric
stacked on tables. Most of the women were in pants, and they were mostly
young.
"Gwen, Sam!" Darlene greeted them cheerfully. "You are right on time,
but I am afraid I am a little behind. Sarah Brewster added two more
bridesmaids, and I'm still fitting them."
"That's OK, Darlene," Gwen said, with a small smile on her lips. "Do you
mind if I use your phone?"
"No," Darlene answered, "go right ahead. Use the one in my office. You
know where it is. In the meantime, I'll take Sam into the fitting room.
We'll be in the same one we used the other night."
"Fine, and thanks," Gwen said, as she went off to Darlene's office.
Darlene took Sam into the curtained cubicle where he'd been put into the
strapless dress on Saturday. Cindy poked her head through the curtains,
greeted Sam, and disappeared again.
"Ok, Sam," Darlene said, "take your dress off and get up on the pedestal."
As Sam was disrobing, Darlene leaned through one of the curtains,
returning with some material on a hanger.
"You made quite a hit at The Game Cock," Darlene said cheerily, as Sam
stood on the small platform.
Sam thought back to Saturday, and had to smile, despite himself.
"Oh," Darlene said, "I didn't realize you were wearing a bra. You'll
need to take that off so I can fit you properly."
Sam took the bra off, throwing it to the couch where he had laid the
dress. His breasts got chilly as they were exposed to the air, and his
nipples stiffened.
Darlene laughed a bit, as she began wrapping the fabric on his body.
Darlene draped the fabric in various ways, putting pins through the
material every so often. She was humming to herself as she stood to examine
her work.
Just then Susan walked into the cubicle. If looks could kill, Sam would
have been dead.
"Darlene," she said sweetly, "do you mind? I need to talk with Sam for a
moment."
"Certainly," Darlene said, as she tactfully went through the curtain.
There was steel in Susan's voice as she began, "How could you?"
"You hurt Gwen deeply," she continued. "I have half a mind to stick this
into your fat butt right this minute." She produced the hypodermic from her
purse.
"Susan!", Gwen's voice was raised as she stepped into the cubicle.
"Sam apologized," Gwen said. "Yes, I am hurt, but I think she was
sincere. I don't think you need the needle."
Susan looked at Gwen, fiercely at first, then softening. She looked at
Sam again.
"Young lady," she had the steel back in her voice, "you are very, very
lucky to have Gwen here to defend you." She placed the syringe back into her
purse.
"If I EVER hear even a hint of that type of thing happening again, not
even Gwen's pleading will save you from the final shot," she continued. "Do
you understand me?"
Sam, the cold feeling of dread receding from his stomach, said
contritely, "Yes, ma'am."
Susan wrapped her arms around Gwen's shoulders as they both walked out of
the cubicle. Darlene stepped in a moment later, and began fussing with the
dress again.
A while later, Susan and Gwen returned, both laughing, obviously in
better spirits. They both took a long look at Sam, still on the pedestal
under Darlene's ministrations.
Sam wanted to shrink into the background, but he was the center of
attention in the small room. He surely did not want Susan or Gwen any
angrier than they already had demonstrated.
"Darlene," Susan said, "that is lovely. Can you do one like it for me in
that powder blue I like. I think I want the walking slit in the back though."
"Thank you, Susan," Darlene mumbled, her mouth full of pins. "I think
so. I have your measurements on file, but we'll still need to do a final
fitting. How about the same time as you bring Sam back?"
"Sounds good to me," Susan laughed, "and don't swallow those pins."
Gwen considered the dress now draped over Sam's body. It had various
reddish sequins all over the strapless bodice and midriff, continuing in a v
shaped pattern down his belly. A pale pink silk fabric fell to the floor in
a straight skirt. She knew it would have a high slit in front when it was
done.
"It IS lovely," Gwen said at last. "but I don't want to have the same
dress as two others. Maybe if you could do a red one, with spaghetti straps,
and maybe a chiffon overskirt."
Darlene stopped working on Sam's dress and took the pins out of her
mouth. She ducked into the other room for a second, and brought some
material back with her. She wrapped some fine net-like fabric over Sam's
waist, letting it fall to the floor. The pink of the skirt fabric showed
through it, but it looked somehow more elegant.
"I think so," Darlene said, looking at what she had done. "I think a few
chiffon roses on the overskirt would be nice too."
"Yes, yes," agreed Gwen eagerly. "Can you do it?"
Darlene laughed, "Certainly. Would you like to come in with these two
for the final fitting?"
"Sure," Gwen laughed. "It's only money, after all."
The three women giggled, as Sam stood uncomfortably in front of them.
Darlene began unwrapping Sam's body from the fabric and said, "I think
I've got all I need for today."
The women again laughed.
"I should think so," Susan exclaimed. "You started with one gown. Now,
you'll be making three."
Sam was finally unwrapped, and stepped over to the couch to get dressed.
He picked up the bra.
"No," Susan ordered. "Put that in your purse. You have been a bad girl,
and you'll have to go bra-less for the rest of the day. We'll see how you
like it when the men in the mall notice your breasts jiggling."
Gwen, Susan and Darlene laughed as the mental image painted itself on
their minds.
Sam, uncomfortable at the prospect of drawing that kind of attention,
reluctantly put the bra into his purse. Then, he slipped into the blouse and
skirt. He could feel his breasts exploring their new found freedom under the
blouse, and his nipples hardened with the fabric brushing over them.
"Sam and I need to go over to the mall," Susan said as the three left the
dress shop. "Will you join us, Gwen?"
"No," Gwen said. "I better check in with Lois."
"OK," Susan responded. "We'll see you later."
"Come along, Samantha," she continued, her voice hardening to show that
no discussion was in order.
Sam followed Susan out to the street, walking down the sidewalk to her
car. Gwen went off in the other direction to hers.
Sam felt his breasts bouncing under his blouse. As they passed several
men on the sidewalk, he became quite aware of their stares at his chest. He
flushed.
Susan had managed to park about a block from the store, so Sam's
discomfort did not last too long. They got into the car, and Susan drove to
the mall they had visited Saturday.
Chapter 26 - Getting a Few Things
Sam dutifully followed Susan into the mall, afraid to do anything that
might anger her. They walked down the long walkway, finally arriving at a
store with several bridal gowns in the show window. "Bridal Glamour," read
the large sign over the doorway.
Sam wondered what they were doing in a bridal shop, but did not ask. He
was afraid of angering Susan again.
Susan led him toward the rear of the store, past the racks of bridal
gowns, and bridesmaid's gowns, to the area marked, "Accessories."
"I think some full length gloves," she said to the clerk who had come
over to them. "Do you have them in a pale pink?"
"Certainly," the salesgirl replied. "What size?"
"I don't really know," Susan admitted. "They are for Samantha here."
The clerk took a tape measure, and measured Sam's arms and hands in
several places.
"Just a moment," she said. "I'll get a pair from the back."
The salesgirl returned with a long, white box, which she was opening as
she walked up to them. She withdrew a pair of long, pink gloves, and began
unbuttoning the small buttons, which ran from the wrist to the top. She took
Sam's hand, place it in the glove, and buttoned it up over his arm. The
glove reached up to the midpoint of his upper arm. It also fit like a second
skin, very tightly around the hands, then loosely around the arms so that
soft wrinkles showed all along the arms.
"I think that's perfect," Susan said, looking critically at the glove.
"Do you have a pair in blue lace?"
"I think so," the salesgirl said. "Dark or light?"
"Light," Susan replied, "in a 6."
Susan's gloves fit snugly all the way up the arms.
"Perfect," she said. "We'll take both pairs."
Susan paid the girl with her card, and led Sam back out into the mall.
"Now, we need some jewelry," she mused.
They walked down the mall to a jeweler's store, Sam selfconsciously aware
of the stares his chest was garnering.
In the jeweler's, Susan began looking into all of the display windows.
Sam followed suit, having to admit to himself that some of the items were
quite pretty.
Susan looked somewhat perplexed by the time the salesman came over to
them. He looked at her as if to ask what she wanted.
"I was looking for something in rubies," Susan said.
"I have some nice ones over here," he said, leading her to a counter next
to the wall.
"Susan!" a loud man's voice proclaimed. An middle aged, balding man,
who had obvious trouble pushing away from the dinner table, walked down the
aisle behind the display counter.
"Maurice!" Susan responded in kind, smiling broadly.
"That's all for now, George," Maurice said to the salesman. "Susan is
one of our best customers. I will take care of her myself."
Sam could barely hear him mutter, "Don't worry, you'll get the
commission."
"Now, Susan," Maurice beamed at her, "what can I do for you today."
"I think rubies," Susan said. "Um, it will be a formal affair, and the
dress is light pink."
"I have some lovely things," Maurice said, "but in the back. Would you
follow me, please?"
"Certainly, Maurice," she replied, placing her arm on the man's.
"Come along, Samantha," she said over her shoulder.
The rear of the jewelry shop was not an open store room, like many stores
had. There were three comfortable looking chairs placed in front of a
considerably smaller version of the display cases in the front. The case was
lined with black velvet, and held only three large gold and diamond pins.
Even to Sam, these pieces were quite beautiful. They had obviously found the
quality place.
Maurice seated Susan in one of the chairs, then repeated the process to
seat Sam.
"Rubies," he murmured, turning to a large vault on one of the walls,
behind the counter.
He entered the walk-in vault, returning in a minute carrying a black box.
He placed the box on the counter, and opened some fastenings. The sides
dropped away, revealing some fine jewelry on a dark green velvet background.
Several necklaces, bracelets, pins and pairs of earrings were revealed, with
a number of different sized rubies set in gold.
Susan leaned forward, picking up some pieces, disregarding others.
"These are not quite what I had in mind," Susan said.
The jeweler silently moved the box to one end of the case, and went back
to the vault. He brought out a second box, which he opened like the first.
The velvet was black. There were fewer pieces revealed, but the stones were
larger.
Susan again began to finger through the merchandise. She stopped,
holding an earring. It had a fair sized ruby, surrounded by diamonds, set on
a gold setting, and another, larger, ruby surrounded by diamonds on a single
link below it. She held it up to Sam's ear.
Susan looked critically at the earring, turning her head one way, then
the other.
"You know better than that, Susan," Maurice chided, laughing at the same
time.
Maurice picked up the matching earring, and came around the counter. He
took the earring from Susan, and turned his attention to Sam. He gently
removed Sam's studs.
"Just been pierced recently," he observed, "but it looks healed well
enough to handle these."
He put the ruby earrings through the holes in Sam's ears, fastening them
securely at the back of the lobes. He then went in back of the counter.
Susan looked at Sam's ears critically again. She had him move is head
several times, so she could get a better view.
Maurice returned to Sam with a mirror, which he held up so that Sam could
see how the earrings looked on his ears.
"I think they will do nicely," Susan said, finally.
"Now, we need a necklace," she continued.
She began sifting through the display items again, as Maurice removed the
earrings from Sam's ears, replacing them with the studs. He got a small box
from under the counter, and placed the earrings in it. Then, he turned his
attention back to Susan.
"Just a moment, Susan," he said, returning to the vault.
He brought out a box containing only a half dozen items. One necklace
had a line of rubies, alternating with diamonds down the center, and a line
of diamonds on either side of that, all the way around the gold setting. A
larger ruby, about the size of the drop ruby on the earrings, was attached in
a pendant to the center of the necklace. This ruby, set in gold, was circled
by it's own line of diamonds.
"It's perfect," Susan cried, as Maurice held the necklace up for her
inspection.
"Not quite yet," Maurice again chided, as he came behind Sam, draping the
necklace around his neck.
"Susan," Maurice cautioned, "you know better than to pick fine jewelry
without seeing it where it wants to live."
"However," he continued, looking at Sam's neck now, "I think you were
correct this time."
"I love it," Susan cried in joy. "Now a bracelet."
Maurice put the necklace aside, and held up a bracelet. It was simply a
series of rubies, set like the pendant on the necklace, attached on a gold
link chain. He placed it on Sam's wrist, then, after a moment's hesitation,
put the necklace back on Sam's neck as well.
"They were designed as a set," Maurice said.
Susan was speechless, seeing the jewelry adorning Sam now.
"We'll take them," she said, offering her card to Maurice.
"They do look quite stunning," Maurice offered, as he removed the jewelry
from Sam.
The jeweler got a black box, lined with red velvet, from beneath the
display case. He arranged the jewelry inside, and placed it in a small paper
bag. He took Susan's credit card, and made out the receipt.
"Oh," Maurice said, as if he had just recalled something. "Are you still
in love with that powder blue, Susan?"
Susan laughed, "Of course, Maurice. I'm afraid you know me too well."
"Well, wait just a moment," he said laughing.
Maurice gathered up the boxes from the counter, and went into the vault.
He returned with a small box. He opened it in front of Susan.
"These are the finest blue diamonds I have seen in a long time," he said
to her. "Try them on."
Susan unfastened her own earrings, and placed the diamonds in her ears.
The simple gold setting contained a cluster of the small, sparkling gems on
the earlobe, and a drop pendant of a much larger stone, also set in gold and
surrounded by even more of the smaller stones.
Susan sucked in her breath, as she looked into the mirror offered by
Maurice. Even Sam was impressed.
"Oh, I just have to have them," she said to the jeweler.
Maurice placed the earrings into another black box, as Susan replaced her
earrings.
"There is no one else in this city who could wear those and do the credit
you do them," Maurice said, beaming broadly. "In fact, I thought of you when
I got them."
The credit card was produced, and charged, once again.
Maurice walked with them out into the main store. He turned to Susan and
asked, "And when am I going to make that special ring for you, Susan?"
Susan laughed, "I think you will just have to hold on for a while yet,
Maurice."
Sam and Susan walked out of the shop, and turned back up the mall. As
they passed a shoe store, Susan suddenly stopped and led Sam inside.
The saleslady was on top of them as soon as they walked into the door.
"Is there anything I can do to help you ladies?" she inquired.
"Those gold evening shoes in the window," Susan began. "Do you have a
pair to fit Samantha here?"
The saleslady walked to the rear of the store, the others following,
until they got to an area with hard plastic chairs set around it. She seated
the women, and took up a device to measure Sam's foot. Satisfied, she went
into the back room.
She returned carrying several shoe boxes. She took a pair of shoes from
one, and placed it on Sam's foot, then did the same with the other.
"Stand up and see how they feel," she said.
Sam stood, and almost fell over. The heels were at least four inches
high, and the shoes held on his feet by a single thin strap of a gold lame
material just above his toes and the pressure of his heel on the gold lame
covered back of the shoe. He recovered his balance, and took a few awkward
steps.
As he sat down again, he was about to say the heels were too high for him
to manage.
"They will do just fine," Susan interjected, before Sam could say
anything.
The saleslady took a pair, in silver this time, from another box, holding
it up for inspection.
"I think the gold will work better," Susan said definitively.
The saleslady took the re-boxed shoes to the register, where Susan paid
for them with her credit card.
The left the store and walked out of the mall through the big department
store on one end. Aileen's was a short way across the lot, and Susan began
going in that direction. Sam followed.
Chapter 27 - The Waxing
Aileen greeted them as they entered the door, with cheerful greetings and
hugs.
"Is Becky free right now?" Susan inquired.
"I think so," Aileen replied. "Let me check."
She returned a few minutes later with Becky in tow.
"I think Samantha needs a full waxing," Susan told Becky.
"Sure, no problem," the cosmetologist said. "Come on in to the back room
and I'll fix her right up."
Sam had no idea of what a wax job was, but the gleam in Becky's eyes gave
him a clue that he wasn't particularly going to enjoy it.
Sam and Susan followed Becky to the back room.
"Oh," Susan said, when they were alone. "Samantha has not been a very
good girl today, so you don't need to be as careful as usual."
Becky laughed as Sam began to turn red.
"You did say the FULL treatment?" Becky inquired.
As Susan's nod, Becky turned to Sam, saying, "OK, Samantha. Take off all
your clothes."
Sam looked around in fear, but the steely gaze Susan was giving him made
him begin to strip down. He hesitated at his panties, but Susan pointed her
finger at her purse, and Sam took those off as well.
Becky positioned Sam on a table in the center of the room. It was
similar to the one in Lois' office, though probably more suited for massages.
Sam lay down on his back. Becky rolled him over.
Becky took an implement, and began spreading a warm, somewhat sticky
substance all over the back of Sam's legs. She then appeared to rub them for
a minute, and turned him over onto his back. She repeated the process on the
front of his legs. As she did the rubbing, Sam could see that she was
pressing strips of paper into the sticky stuff.
"OK, spread your legs to the sides of the table," Becky ordered.
When Sam complied, Becky spread the wax and paper all over his pubic
hair, and down between his legs. He felt the wax near the opening to his
vagina, but not on the lips.
"Stretch your arms over your head," Becky ordered.
Becky put the stuff on his underarms as well.
Becky rolled him back on his front, and pulled sharply at one of the
strips.
Sam yelled, feeling the paper, wax and hairs from his legs being pulled
off.
"Oh, quiet down, crybaby," Susan laughed.
Becky kept pulling the paper strips off his legs, then rolled him over,
and pulled them off the front side.
She started to grab one of the strips on his stomach, when Susan
suggested she save that part for last.
Becky nodded, and went to the underarms instead. The pain Sam felt was
even greater than on the legs, and he involuntarily yelled as she pulled the
first strip off.
Susan and Becky just giggled, while Becky kept pulling the strips off.
Then, she went back to his stomach.
Sam though he was going to pass out as she pulled the strips from his
pubic area. He thought he was in an Inquisitor's torture chamber when Becky
removed the strips from the looser skin between his legs.
It seemed like an eternity, but Becky was finally done. She began
rubbing some kind of lotion all over the areas she had waxed, and massaged it
into his skin. At last she stood back by Susan.
"I enjoyed that," Becky smiled, then she left the room.
"Get dressed, Samantha," Susan ordered.
Sam put his clothes back on. They felt strange going over the freshly
waxed areas.
They left the beauty parlor, again to the hugs of Aileen, who gave Sam a
dirty look before hugging him, and walked over to Susan's car.
Sam knew he that Susan was still angry with him, and tried to apologize.
Susan was silent all during the drive to the apartment.
Chapter 28 - The Coming Out
At the apartment, Susan led Sam directly to the bedroom and ordered him
to strip completely. Sam complied hastily, especially since she was taking
the hypodermic from her purse and returning it to it's spot on the dressing
table.
Susan went to the closet and returned with the pink print dress Sam had
been looking at that morning.
"Put this on," she said.
Sam started to put his panties back on, but Susan stopped him.
"Just the dress," she ordered.
Sam slipped into the dress. He could see all of the features of his body
clearly outlined under the thin fabric.
Susan got the shoes they had purchased earlier out of their box, and gave
them to him to put on. Then, she led him into the living room, carrying his
purse with her.
She had him sit on the sofa, saying, "Sit there."
Susan went into the kitchen, and some telephone calls. Sam couldn't hear
what she was saying.
"Get your purse, and come along," Susan directed, leading Sam down to the
lobby of the building.
"Sit here," she directed, pointing to a hard chair.
Susan paced, looking out the glass doors every few minutes. At last she
apparently saw what she was waiting for, and motioned Sam to come to her.
They walked out of the building, and Sam was surprised to see a city cab
in front of the door.
As Sam got into the rear seat of the cab, Susan leaned over to the driver
and said something in a low voice. She handed him some money, then turned
and went back to her apartment.
The driver said nothing. It would have been difficult for him to carry
on a conversation through the glass partition between the seats, but cabbies
have a way of circumventing that problem.
Sam recognized the route they were following downtown, and off towards
one of the less respectable areas of the city.
They pulled into the parking lot of the Booby Trap, and Sam's heart sank.
He'd been uncomfortable enough in this bar last night with Tom, and he was
acutely aware that he had nothing on under his dress.
The cabby pulled right up to the front door, and opened the rear door for
Sam. He walked over to the doorman, who went inside to get someone else.
The doorman returned in a few moments with the manager.
The cabby and manager had a few words. Then, the cabby pointed to Sam
with a flick of his hand. He got back into the cab and drove off.
The manager came over to Sam, his gaze quite obviously on more than Sam's
face.
"You must be Samantha," he said. "Susan called about you, and we were
waiting for you."
The man took Sam by the arm, leading him into the bar, and to one of the
tables in the lighted area. Sam was well aware of the leers he was getting
from the men already there, and began to flush.
"We will be ready for you in a bit," the manager said, beckoning for a
waitress. "In the meantime, have a drink."
The manager walked away as the waitress brought one of those red "ladies
drinks" over for Sam.
A couple of women were dancing on the stage, and Sam looked at them for a
while. Somehow, the dancing did not seem to be as stimulating as before his
transformation. He found himself mentally comparing his breasts to the
dancers'.
He was watching the dancers when some guy slipped into a chair at the
table. Sam didn't know him.
"Hi, there, pretty lady," the guy began. "I'm George, and you look
lonely."
Sam was familiar with the introduction. He's used it himself on many
occasions. He kept watching the dancers, though he had no real interest in
their routine, and ignored the newcomer. He knew from experience that many
women did this to discourage men.
The guy sat for a while, then left, disappointed.
Sam was relieved, and turned back to the table.
As Sam looked around the bar, he noticed a number of eyes meeting his.
Actually, looking closer, he noticed the eyes looking at his chest. He
reddened.
A short time later, Greg stumbled over to the table. As last night, Greg
had obviously been partying for some time already. He pulled a chair right
up next to Sam.
"Well, hello again, sweetie," he slurred. "I see you are back again."
"Glad you dumped that guy Tom," he continued slurring. "Maybe you would
like a real man for a change."
As Greg was talking, Sam felt his hand come to rest on his knee.
Sam was also familiar with this line. He would have laughed at the "real
man" part, but he was too scared. He tried to ignore Greg.
Greg didn't discourage that easily.
"How about you and me getting out of here," he said, "and going somewhere
more private.
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Greg's hand was now sliding up Sam's leg, toward the groin. Sam switched
his crossed legs, but Greg's hand just continued on the new leg as he'd been
doing on the other.
Sam was trying to figure out how to discourage Greg, and particularly to
get the hand off his leg before Greg got somewhere sensitive.
Greg kept right on talking, and feeling Sam's leg.
In spite of himself, and his dislike for the situation he now found
himself encountering, Sam felt his nipples stiffen. He felt them pushing at
the thin fabric of the dress.
Greg moved his hand off Sam's leg, but continued talking. He pulled the
hand up, and touched Sam's breast with the back of the hand, seemingly by
accident.
Sam knew it was no accident. He had done it before, though not for quite
some time. He was disgusted, but his nipples got harder, betraying his
conscious mind.
Greg picked up his beer, and began gesturing wildly. Suddenly, he lost
control, and the liquid splashed all over the front of Sam's dress.
Sam drew his breath in quickly, as the cold beer contacted his skin. He
automatically started brushing the excess liquid off his front, when he
noticed that Greg was now openly staring at his bust.
Sam glanced down, shocked to find that the thin fabric had not only
welded itself to his breasts, but had turned transparent as well. He turned
a deep red, seeing his breasts with the tell tale hardened nipples standing
out so plainly.
Sam was in panic, but he did not know what to do about it. He did not
even know where the ladies room was in this place. Even with all the time
he'd spent here as a man, he did not recall ever having seen the ladies room.
Sam felt a soft hand on his arm, as a waitress pulled gently. He got up,
and followed her. She led him through the stage door, and the ladies room,
immediately behind it.
Sam smiled his thanks to the waitress, who was now disappearing back into
the bar.
Sam went into the ladies room, and was shocked. The ones he had been in
with the women of the group were clean, fairly airy places. This one was
tiny, and dingy. There was one stall, and a mirror over a sink about three
feet in front of him. A paper towel dispenser hung on the wall, and the
walls were covered with graffiti. In fact, the only way he could even tell
it was for women was by the coin operated Kotex machine hanging on the back
of the door.
Sam grabbed a hand full of paper towels, and tried to dry himself off.
He got a lot of wet towels, but the dress was still plastered to his body, so
he went into the stall and just sat on the seat. Maybe it would dry off
quickly.
He was sitting there as someone entered the rest room. He heard the
clicking of high heels, much like his own shoes, walking across the small
room, and trying the stall door. He knew he would have to come out, dry or
not, and let the woman inside. He was recalling the urgency of when his own
bladder filled.
He got up, and opened the door. The woman, dressed in a strapless
evening dress, looked at him in astonishment as she quickly moved behind him
and into the stall. He heard her giggles as she began to do her business.
Sam stood in the small area, waiting for the woman to finish. He fully
intended to hide in the stall when she was finished. Just then, another
woman came into the room, again staring at Sam's wet dress.
Sam knew that his hiding place was out of the question now, but going
back into the bar was also not an option. He pretended to fix his face as
the women exchanged occupancy of the stall and the first one left. He
recognized many of the women who kept trickling in as strippers.
He walked out of the rest room, finally deciding he would get no privacy
in that place. He just stood by the door, not daring to go into the bar
again, and not wanting to explore the unknown realm of the backstage area,
especially in his exposed condition.
He stood there for a long time, and felt the fabric of the dress release
his breasts. He put his hands to the dress, and found it was still damp and
clammy, but had regained some of the minimal cover it was supposed to give.
At least his whole bust line was not fully exposed now. Steeling himself, he
went back into the bar.
As soon as he walked into the darker area, the manager came up to him.
"Oh, there you are," he said lightly. "I thought you had gotten lost."
Sam did his best to smile at the man.
The manager, took his hand, and led Sam back through the back stage door.
They continued past the ladies room.
An older woman was seated at a small table inside the back door.
"ID," she demanded curtly.
Sam fumbled through is shoulder purse, finally pulling out the laminated
card.
The woman looked at the card, and grunted, "OK."
"You can put your purse in the bins over there dearie," she continued,
and wait in the room as the top of the steps.
She had a feeling of not wanting to take any nonsense, so Sam did as he
was directed.
The manager led him up a flight of two or three steps, and into a room
filled with mirrors. It was brightly lighted, and Sam saw a half dozen women
here, either fixing or applying makeup. The manager sat Sam on one of the
chairs in front of the makeup tables.
"Wait here," he said.
A few minutes later, a woman came in carrying a tray full of cosmetics,
brushes, and other things Sam was not familiar with. She stopped right in
front of Sam, placing the tray on the counter.
"Just sit still," the woman counselled.
She began putting makeup all over Sam's face. Then, she worked on his
hair for a while. Finally, she got up to leave.
Sam looked in the mirror. The face looking back at him was definitely
female, but the makeup sharply defined various areas of the face. The lips
were a much darker red now, and the cheeks. His eyes were now outlined in
black, and had blue all over the lids. Even the skin tone was different, not
unnatural, but contrasting starkly with the made up areas. He did not like
the look.
He looked around the dressing room, and noticed the other women were made
up very similar to himself. It did not console him, since he recognized two
of them as strippers he had known previously.
A different woman came into the room. She looked around, then at Sam.
"Samantha?" she queried.
"Yes," Sam replied automatically.
"Come with me."
Sam followed the woman into another small room. This one was not filled
with mirrors, though it did have a full length one on the wall. It held two
vinyl covered couches. The woman led Sam to one of them, and had him sit
down.
"Just wait here," she said, smiling.
"Someone will be along when we're ready."
With that the woman left Sam alone in the room.
Sam sat by himself for a few minutes before another woman came into the
room. The other woman sat on the other couch, and picked up a much used
magazine she found on the seat. It was one of those men's magazines that Sam
had liked so much. The woman was looking at it in a bored fashion. She
dropped it back on the seat a few minutes later.
"First time?" the woman asked.
Sam felt a sinking sensation. He now knew what all this preparation had
been about. Susan, in her anger, had arranged for Sam to do a striptease
here, in front of all the men in the bar, many of whom Sam knew from earlier.
He tried to compose himself, and choked, "Yes, it is."
The woman looked at him, with some degree of amusement in her eyes.
"Don't worry, honey," she said. "It isn't all that hard."
A man stood in the doorway, pointing at the woman.
"Your turn, Lily," he said, and the woman followed him.
A few minutes later, the bar manager came into the room. He joined Sam
on the couch.
"OK, " he began. "The rules are simple. Go on out on the walkway and
begin dancing. Make sure you keep going toward the far end, so you cover the
whole walkway. As you are dancing, strip down. Make sure your clothes fall
on the floor of the stage. If you don't watch them, some of the customers
might not give them back."
The manager smiled, and continued, "After you are unclothed, finish
dancing to the song, and dance through the next one. Then, collect your
clothes and come backstage."
" Any questions?"
Sam was in shock. He was too stunned to ask any questions at any rate.
As the music began again, the manager said, "You're on."
Sam numbly followed the manager until they were standing behind some
heavy curtains.
In a distance, Sam heard the bar announcer saying something about a
special treat. A new girl was going to entertain them, and they should pay
attention, and be appreciative.
The manager held the curtain back and gently pushed Sam onto the walkway
stage. It was impossible to see the audience from under the spotlights
illuminating the stage, but the loud whistles and cat calls left no doubt
that the audience was out there.
Still numb, Sam stood for a moment, then let his body begin moving to the
pulsing beat of the music.
Already on stage, he couldn't figure out how to get out of this mess.
Sam began fumbling with the buttons on the front of his dress.
Sam slid the dress off his shoulders and let it lay in a heap on the
floor.
He continued moving through the hypnotic beat of the music. He still was
not fully aware of his surroundings. In fact, he missed the slight pause as
one song changed to another. All he could recognize was the pulsing beat.
In his daze, and still moving to the music, Sam stepped out of the heaped
dress, and around the stage. The music seemed to drive him.
At long last, the spotlights dimmed, and he ran to pick up his clothes
and go back stage.
Hhe could now see some of the nearer faces in the crowd.
Greg was seated in on of the chairs right next to the stage. Actually,
he was half standing and whistling at Sam.
He got another shock when he recognized Tom, Susan, Jane, Lois, Gwen and
Carol, all seated in seats next to the stage.
Somehow, he managed to get his dress picked up, and get backstage.
He was still in a daze when the lights came back up, and the bar
announcer began talking. He heard the sounds, but the words were not making
any sense. He heard a drum roll, and some loud whistling and cheering. He
felt a hand grab his dress and some fingers on his back, propelling him
through the curtains.
The push caused him to stumble a bit, and take several steps to try and
regain his balance. He found himself about halfway down the runway. The
thunderous applause, cat calls, and whistles did not register to him.
Once again, the hypnotic beat of the music propelled him around the
walkway. At last the lights dimmed, and he managed to get off the stage. He
was led back to the small room where he had waited on the couch, and the
manager indicated that he should get dressed.
When he was dressed, they went down the stairs, and out the stage door.
The manager hugged him, and kissed him wetly as he walked out.
"You are welcome to dance here any time," the manager whispered.
From the bright lights in the backstage, even the lighted area of the bar
was too dark to see. He felt a waitress take his arm and lead him to a table.
Greg was at another table now, holding Renee, the one who had danced on
Tom's table the other night, in his lap. He pointed to Sam, gave a thumbs up
gesture, and went back to paying attention to her. The group he'd seen from
the stage were sitting at this table.
Sam turned a very bright red as he recognized them, and realized that
they, as well as all the other patrons of the bar had seen him stripping in
public.
They all laughed at his sudden modesty attack. Tom put his hand over
Sam's and patted it gently, as if to say that everything would be fine.
In a few minutes, the group left the bar. Sam, on Tom's arm now, heard
the whistles and cat calls as he was leaving the bar. He was not sure
whether they were directed at him or the dancers, but flushed more deeply as
he suspected the answer.
Everyone piled into Tom's car, and they drove off to the suburbs,
giggling and laughing. They pulled up in front of a big house Sam had not
seen before. He could tell it was big, but it was too dark to make out any
details.
Tom unlocked the door and led the party into a large living room. The
women seated themselves, pointedly leaving a love seat open for Sam to sit on.
As they got situated, Tom was laughing, "Sam, you have a nice body, but I
don't think you'll ever make a living as a stripper!"
Sam turned even redder as the whole group laughed.
Tom and Susan went to the kitchen to make coffee, and the mood subsided.
Gwen came over to Sam, and kissed him.
"It's OK, Sam, dear," she whispered. "I forgive you."
"But I think you need a bath," she continued. "You smell like a brewery."
Just then Tom and Susan returned with the coffee.
"I think you may have learned your lesson, Sam," Susan laughed.
The whole group laughed, as the tensions and anger of the day seemed to
melt away.
Tom sat down next to Sam, and put his arm over his shoulders. He
squeezed tightly, then raised his coffee cup.
"To the cutest stripper at the Booby Trap," he toasted.
The others lifted their cups in response to the toast.
Sam turned a deep red.
The women began talking amongst themselves, and Tom leaned over to
whisper in Sam's ear, "They are having a dance at the Country Club on
Saturday. Would you like to come with me?"
Sam was shocked again, but whispered, "I would love to, but," and his
voice trailed off.
"No problem," Tom assured him. "The others agreed that you could come
with me already." He squeezed Sam's shoulders tighter.
After coffee, everyone went back to Susan's apartment. They all sat, as
Sam was told to make coffee. As he served it, Susan told him to go to his
room.
Sam heard the door lock behind him. He just lay on the bed, listening to
the voices in the other room for a while, unable to make out what they were
saying. Then he drifted off to sleep. They had never returned to call him
back.
Chapter 29 - Wednesday Morning
Sam awoke feeling a chilly coolness on his legs and belly. He rolled,
still only partially awake, to his side, but the coolness remained, bringing
him to full awareness.
He opened his eyes, and saw the pink, transparent fabric covering his
breasts and the bunched fabric of his skirt around his waist. These
revelations confirmed that his nightmare was still reality.
As he rolled again, the familiar, unpleasantly sour odor of stale beer
assaulted his nostrils. The smell brought back memories of Greg spilling his
drink last night. In turn, the events of the night came back to him with
vivid clarity.
Sam blushed, recalling the humiliation of being on display before the men
in the bar. The blush died quickly, though, as he realized that the
experience was over, and he could do nothing about it now.
The events of yesterday came flooding back to him, as his awareness came
back fully. He recalled how Gwen and Susan had been so mad at him.
Susan!
He just knew Susan was going to be even madder this morning, after he'd
slept in his dress all night. She would be even madder, he knew, with the
stale beer smell permeating the dress and his body.
Sam got off the bed, and stripped the malodorous dress from him. He
couldn't do much for the dress, but he thought he could do something about
the smell clinging to his body. He went into the bathroom, and drew a tub of
water. Sliding into the tub, he began to soap himself vigorously. The
perfume in the soap soon replaced the stale beer smell in his nostrils.
Sam got out of the tub, and dried himself. He went back into the bed
room, and figured he may as well get dressed.
He went to the dresser, and pulled the underwear out. He quickly donned
the bra and panties. He must be getting used to these strange clothes, he
thought, as he had no trouble hooking the bra behind his back. He had no
trouble with the garter belt either.
Sam smelled a lingering scent of stale beer while he was dressing. It
was not nearly as strong as before, but still quite distinct. He knew he had
to get rid of it, so he went to the dressing table, and sprayed the cologne
liberally on his body. Smelling like a flower was certainly more preferable
than smelling like a brewery, he thought.
Just as he put the cologne bottle down, Susan walked into the room. She
went straight to the bed and picked up the dress Sam had left there.
She picked the dress up with two fingers, holding it well away from her.
"Yuk!" she exclaimed, wrinkling her nose and taking the dress to the
hamper in the bathroom.
Sam quickly smoothed the bed covers while she was gone. There was no
sense in angering her even more, he thought.
Susan stopped at the closet on her way back, quickly choosing a dress for
Sam.
Sam marvelled at how quickly she could select clothing.
As Sam put the short, halter style, sun dress on, he noticed that Susan
was wearing a soft, silky blouse and a straight navy skirt. His sun dress
came to the usual spot, well up on his thighs, while her skirt fell to just
above the knees. He wondered if he would ever be allowed to wear the longer
styles she did.
Susan looked at him critically. "That's a cute dress," she smiled.
Sam looked down at the dress. Well, it was kind of cute. There was a
big yellow sunflower on the front of the dark pink skirt, and two smaller
ones over each breast. Of course, the fabric of the top followed the
flowers, leaving quite a bit of bare cleavage showing. Sam still didn't like
showing so much, but he was getting used to it by now. Besides, it showed a
whole lot less than what he'd shown at the Booby Trap last night.
He put his stockings on, and went over to the dressing table to fix his
face without a word from Susan. He knew he had better be on his best
behavior this morning.
As soon as his hair and face were done, he joined Susan in the kitchen
for coffee and pastry. The calcium supplement pills were next to his cup, as
was the plastic holder full of birth control pills. He took the pills
without comment.
Susan looked at Sam curiously, as if she was about to say something.
Just then the telephone began to ring.
"Hello," Susan said into the handset.
"Oh, hi, George, it has been a while since I've heard from you."
"OK."
"Today?"
"Is it REALLY important?"
Susan's voice turned from bright cheerfulness to a brisk, business tone.
"Well, OK."
"I'll be there around noon, I think. I'll have June arrange the flight
and call you with the arrival time."
"OK. I'll see you later, then."
"Bye," she finished, hanging up the phone.
Sam sat at the table, curious but not going to press his luck asking
about the call.
"Darn," Susan said. "I have to go to Washington today to see an old
client."
"After the way you treated Gwen yesterday," she continued sternly, now
looking daggers at Sam, "I can't leave you with her, or take you to Lois'
office. And the other girls are tied up this morning too."
Sam looked down at his cup of coffee. For some reason, he felt ashamed
at being reminded of his incident with Gwen yesterday.
"Well," Susan said, after some thought, "I guess I'll have to take you
with me." She sighed audibly.
"I won't be any trouble," Sam offered shyly.
"You had better not be!" Susan exclaimed. "Do you think you can act
like a perfect lady today?"
Susan's tone of voice in asking the question left no doubt in Sam's mind
that he had better answer in the affirmative, and mean it.
"Yes, I'll try," he said in a small voice.
"You had better do more than try," Susan said. "Step out of line just a
little bit one time, and I'll have that needle in your butt before you can
even think about it."
"And, remember, Gwen won't be around to protect you either," she said,
going into her bedroom to change clothes.
Sam sighed. He had gotten the message very clearly.
He got up, and washed the dirty dishes, then began to wonder what to do.
"Go change into the suit you wore to church," Susan called from her
bedroom.
Sam went into the bedroom, took off the sun dress, and began putting the
blouse and skirt from the suit on. He was having trouble with the buttons on
the back.
Sam could hear Susan making some phone calls from her bedroom. He could
not hear what she was saying, but the tone of her voice was brisk and
business-like.
She came into the bedroom a moment later, looked at Sam, and shook her
head. She came over to him, and buttoned the back of the blouse for him.
"We don't have much time," she explained. "but you are going to have to
learn how to do that by yourself."
Susan now had a matching jacket on. It fit snugly over her body,
emphasizing the curves at her breasts. Sam kind of liked it.
She dumped all of Sam's stuff from the purse he'd had last night into the
blue shoulder bag. Then, she dumped a hair brush and the cologne into the
bag as well. She handed the bag to him, and went into her room as Sam put
his jacket on.
Sam went into the living room to wait for Susan. She was only a moment,
returning with her bag slung over her shoulder, and carrying two briefcases
in her hands.
"Let's go," she said simply.
Sam followed her down to the lobby of the apartment building, where they
waited.
Susan got up and began pacing around the lobby, looking out the glass
door frequently. She seemed impatient.
At last, a yellow taxi pulled up to the door, and Susan led Sam out to
the cab. They both got inside, and the cabby began driving off at Susan's
brief direction, "Airport."
Chapter 30 - Flying
The municipal airport is on the southeast side of the city. It is a
large place, and located in an almost rural setting. It is about a thirty
minute drive from Susan's apartment to the passenger terminal.
Sam was curious as to why Susan had to go to the nation's capitol on such
short notice. He would have asked, but her warning was still fresh in his
mind, and she had pulled one of the briefcases onto her lap.
Susan had opened the briefcase, and Sam was a little surprised to see
that it was a laptop computer, not the briefcase it looked like. He could
tell it was an expensive one, too.
Susan was typing things on the keyboard, and looking at the large LCD
display. She was obviously reviewing something for the upcoming meeting, but
the rows of numbers and terse text labels were meaningless to Sam. He
quickly got bored, and watched the scenery flash by.
As the entrance to the airport became visible, Susan closed her computer,
and sat back in the seat, obviously resigned to not being able to complete
her studies. The cab continued driving right up to the main doors of the
passenger terminal.
Susan and Sam got out of the cab. Susan bent over to pay the cabby with
a few bills from her purse.
Sam looked around. He'd been through the terminal a number of times. It
did not look much different, but it seemed to him that there were quite a few
more people around than he recalled. Perhaps, he had not been so conscious
of them previously.
Susan and Sam went inside, and Susan went up to the counter for one of
the bigger national airlines, after telling Sam to stand just outside the
velvet ropes. She returned a few minutes later, clutching two ticket
envelopes in her hands.
Sam was conscious of all the people around the terminal now. It seemed
like most of them were men, and their stares at his chest forced him to
recall how differently he was dressed than last time he had been there. He
was somewhat uncomfortable at being stared at.
Susan did not seemed to be so uncomfortable as she led Sam through the
concourse to the gates. She stopped at one gate, exchanging her tickets for
two boarding passes. She led Sam to one of the rows of hard plastic seats,
and they both sat down.
Sam felt very conspicuous as he sat on the chair. He had been conscious
of the men looking him over ever since he'd been in the building, and the
frank stares he and Susan were getting now did nothing to ease his disquiet.
He nervously recrossed his legs several times, sure the men were looking up
his skirt. Susan did not seem to be bothered at all.
They sat in the holding area for a long few minutes, before the PA system
announced the boarding call.
Susan stood, and Sam followed her to the line forming at the gate to the
airplane. He felt the eyes on him all the way.
Susan gave the hostess the boarding passes, and led Sam down the metal
corridor and into the airplane. She showed the passes to the hostess at the
door of the airplane, and was instructed where to find the seats.
They walked only a few feet into the airplane, when Susan spotted her row
number. She stopped, then opened the overhead cabinet. She stuffed the
briefcases into it, then took off her jacket. She folded it neatly, and the
jacket followed the cases.
"You will be more comfortable without your jacket," Susan said, as she
slid into the window seat.
Sam took his jacket off, and folded it neatly, as he had seen Susan do.
He put it in the cabinet, closed the door, and sat in the aisle seat. They
were in first class, so there was not much choice as to which seat to take.
As he sat down and buckled his seatbelt, the rest of the passengers began
pouring into the plane. Sam was acutely aware of the frequent stares his
chest was getting as the male passengers moved rearward, toward their own
seats.
Sam found one of those in flight magazines in the pocket behind the seat
ahead of him, and began looking through it, more to keep his mind off the
obvious stares he was attracting than from any interest in the magazine. He
was still leafing through the publication when the hostess checked everyone's
seatbelt, and the airplane began to move. He was reading an article on
shopping for fashion in Dallas without much interest when the plane got
airborne, and the seatbelt sign dinged off.
Susan unlatched her seatbelt without taking her eyes off whatever article
she was reading in the magazine. Sam followed suit, though the article on
Dallas was not interesting enough to keep his interest through the process.
The flight attendants went through their mandatory spiel about aircraft
safety, with no paying attention as usual, and began wheeling carts through
the aisles. They stopped at each row, passing a tray to each of the
passengers. Airlines know that feeding passengers keeps their minds off of
such distasteful subjects as crashes.
Sam looked at the tray set before him. Scrambled eggs, two strips of
bacon, some toast, a couple of slices of grapefruit and a plastic glass of
orange juice were on it, along with some silverware wrapped in a napkin. He
unwrapped the silverware, and began digging into the grapefruit when the
hostess was back with coffee. He added the cup of coffee to the tray, and
began to eat the breakfast without any more interruptions. Out of the corner
of his eye, he saw Susan doing the same.
He and Susan finished the breakfast at about the same time. Susan was
sipping coffee, but Sam's was gone. The attendant magically appeared, and
whisked the trays from them, refilling the coffee cups without asking. Sam
sat back in the seat, and began sipping the fresh coffee.
Susan finished her coffee, and dug a lipstick and compact from her purse.
She applied the lipstick, and put it back into the purse. Her glance at Sam
made him dig into his own purse.
Sam opened the compact to the small mirror in its lid, and opened the
tube of lipstick. He dropped the puff in his lap as he was trying to get the
mirror arranged to see his lips. It was much harder to put the lipstick on
with only the small mirror to help him, but he managed to get the greasy
stuff on his lips. He picked up the puff, and closed up the cosmetics,
stuffing them back into the purse.
Susan laughed lightly, then pulled a tissue from her own purse, dabbing
it at Sam's lips to remove an errant bit of red, where he'd missed the lip
line. She put the tissue back into her purse, then leaned over to him.
"Sam," she whispered, "you will have to be on your best behavior today.
I have a business appointment, and you will have to come with me. If you do
anything to mess it up, you will find yourself with a sore butt, and I'll
dump you in the middle of the red light district of Washington."
The vision of being dumped on 14th Street, with just the clothes on his
back, no money, and a female identification, sobered him. He was determined
to keep it from happening, and he saw from Susan's determined look that she
was prepared to do it if he screwed up. He sighed, and leaned back into the
seat.
Sam was still thinking about Susan's threat when the plane began to
descend. Breakfast and coffee had consumed most of the flight time. They
landed minutes later.
As the airplane came to a halt at the gate, Sam stood, recovering his
jacket from the overhead compartment. He slipped it on, not buttoning it,
and got Susan's things from the compartment.
Susan smiled as she accepted her jacket and two cases, She half stood,
and slipped her jacket on while Sam buttoned his own.
Susan stood as the plane's front door opened. She moved past Sam, and
began walking through the metal tube between the plane and the terminal. Sam
followed meekly.
They walked into a waiting room, almost a clone of the one they had left
a short time earlier, but did not stop. As they clicked their heels on the
hard floor, Susan spotted someone and a big smile came on her face.
"George!" she cried cheerfully.
George saw her, and came over to wrap her in his powerful arms.
"Susan," he said, "I am glad you could make it so quickly."
As the middle aged man released Susan from the hug, he glanced at Sam.
"Oh," Susan said, laughing, "George this is Samantha. Sam, George."
George smiled, and shook hands with Sam. He then took each of them by an
arm, leading them through the terminal.
"When June told us your flight number," he spoke to Susan, "I decided to
meet you personally. My car is right outside."
As the three of them walked through the terminal corridors, George and
Susan chatted lightly about mutual friends, and brought themselves up to date
on what had been happening since they had seen each other last. Every once
in a while, George looked to Sam, who smiled politely back at him.
Chapter 31 - Washington
They walked out of the terminal building, and a long, black limousine
pulled up. The driver got out, taking Susan's cases to the trunk. Then, he
opened the door so the three of them could slide in the back.
Sam tried to enter the car in a lady like manner, but his legs did
separate once while he was trying to get seated, much to the appreciative
glance of the driver. He composed himself, and relaxed into the luxurious
seat.
Susan and George kept up their banter all through the drive into the city.
The limo pulled up in front of a tall building, and the driver got out to
open the door for them. They all slid out, the driver keeping a close eye on
the ladies, obviously longing for another flash of leg. He seemed quite
satisfied when he went to the trunk to recover Susan's cases. George, Susan
and Sam went into the building, arm in arm, while the driver drove away with
the limo.
George stopped at the reception desk, picking up some plastic covered
squares from the receptionist. He clamped one to Susan's coat lapel, then
repeated the process with Sam. Then, he took a similar badge from his
pocket, and clipped it to his own coat. They all went to the elevator.
Sam looked at the badges while they walked. George's badge had a full
color picture of him on it. Susan's badge also had a picture, wearing a
blouse Sam did not recognize. His own badge just had a big V where the
picture would have been.
Still arm in arm, George led them down a long, plushly carpeted hallway
after the elevator arrived. They went into a small conference room.
Sam looked around, as George was seating both he and Susan. The room was
panelled in a light wood, and the table matched. There were a number of
pictures on the wall, running the gamut from supersonic jet airplanes to some
sort of Army vehicle.
As they were getting situated at the table, two more middle aged men,
dressed in dark suits, entered the room. They pulled up chairs opposite the
ones Sam and Susan were sitting in.
"Susan," George introduced, "I think you know my comptroller, Ed Stewart.
The other gentlemen is my operations vice president, Ralph Eggleston."
Both men nodded politely to Susan and Sam as they were introduced. Susan
flashed a big smile to both, and Sam followed suit, seeing what she was doing.
"The reason we called you here," George continued, "is that we are having
a temporary cash flow shortage."
"One of our bright, young engineering geniuses designed a fantastic video
game. We are so sure that it will be THE hit of the Christmas season that we
tooled up our Maryland plant to produce the games for the consumer market."
"Well, after we made that decision," George kept going, "Admiral Kuntz,
from the SDI project, issued a RFP on a black project. We were invited to
bid. Our first black project."
George paused before continuing.
"Anyway, we were informed this morning that we could have the contract if
we could guarantee first production within 18 months."
"Our problem is that our available capital is tied up in the consumer
project. We would have to dump that to take on the government project."
"You know how hard it is to get on the black projects list, so we don't
want to turn this one down. We might not get another chance."
"On the other hand, the game is going to make us a mint by Christmas."
"The Admiral acted faster than I've ever seen any government contracting
officer move. It was only six weeks from when we were invited to bid to his
call offering the contract this morning."
"We have to decide today whether to dump the game and refit for the
government project, or pass on the project, or find some alternative
financing so we can do both jobs," George explained.
Susan sat with rapt attention during the dialogue, nodding her head
knowingly at several points. She turned to the comptroller, and asked him
several rapid questions.
Soon, George and his two staffers were involved in a complex financial
discussion with Susan. It was all way over Sam's head, but he tried to at
least look interested. It really wasn't working, and Sam began to fidget in
the chair.
The meeting continued for about an hour. Sam could not tell whether they
were resolving anything or not.
George stood and halted the discussion.
"It is lunch time," he said, patting his ample girth.
"Why don't we all take a break and go over to Luigi's for lunch. We can
pick this up this afternoon."
As the group emerged from the conference room, Sam almost fell into a
handsome young man passing by in the hallway. He glared at first, then
recalled he was on his best behavior, and smiled at the young man, as the man
excused himself for being clumsy.
"Samantha," George laughed, "I see you have met Mark Walters. He's the
guy who invented that game I mentioned earlier."
Mark reddened slightly.
"We're going over to Luigi's for lunch, Mark," George said. "Why don't
you come along. Company treat."
"Besides," George continued, "I'm sure these lovely ladies will find your
face a welcome change from ours."
Mark blushed again, but accepted. He took Sam by the arm as the group
headed out to the restaurant.
Sam felt strange as Mark took his arm. It was not an unpleasant feeling,
but it was different than he'd felt before.
Luigi's was right across the street from George's building, so they all
walked over.
They were seated around a large table. Sam noticed that George had
placed Mark between him and Susan.
Lunch was fantastic, Sam thought. He ate the salad, and dug into the
pasta eagerly. He found himself getting full rapidly, though.
There was no talk of business during the meal. They all chatted lightly,
and even Sam was included in the conversation.
A man in a chef's outfit walked to the table, and greeted the crowd. He
inquired how the meal had been. His deep Italian accent carried all over the
restaurant. He seemed to know everyone but Sam by first name.
"Luigi," Susan laughed, "I went all over Italy last time I was there."
After a short pause, she continued, "But I never did find which part of
Italy you come from. Where exactly is the South Bronx over there?"
The whole table laughed, Luigi probably harder than any of them.
"Susan," Luigi answered, still laughing, "you know all my secrets. Don't
let it get around. I'll loose all the tourist trade."
The last statement was pure New York city.
Luigi recovered the Italian accent as the group left to return to
business, and he to his kitchen. The group was still laughing lightly as
they entered George's building.
George stopped at the reception desk, and turned to Mark.
"Why don't you take Sam down to your lab and show her your new toy,"
George suggested. "She doesn't seem to be too involved in our meeting."
Susan nodded her permission to Sam.
As the rest of the group went off to the elevator, Mark took Sam's hand
and led him through a door on the ground floor. They walked this way past a
large number of office cubicles. Mark explained that this was where the
"brain work" was done. In time, they came to the double doors denoting the
computer laboratory.
As they entered the lab, Sam was astounded by the number of different
sizes and shapes of computers around the room. Some of them were big,
looking like several good sized refrigerators lined up together. Others were
little more than keyboards.
Mark led Sam to one of the smaller ones. It had a detached keyboard, but
it also had a bigger part, about the size of several boom boxes lined up
behind one another. Sam was seated in a rolling chair in front of the
keyboard. There was a joystick immediately to the right of the keyboard.
Mark stood behind Sam, and placed his arms around him, typing something
on the keyboard. Sam felt a little warm, so, when Mark finished typing,
removed his jacket.
A full color screen had appeared on the monitor in front of Sam, asking
some questions Sam had no idea how to answer.
Mark put his arms around Sam again, typing answers to the questions on
the screen.
"People who play these games regularly," Mark explained, "have built up
characters over the years, and like to keep them when playing new games.
Since you don't have a character, I've selected one I designed for you. I've
also set it to a very basic level so you can get the feel of the game."
Sam's eyes were on the screen. The first screen had given way to
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another, this one of a stylized warrior, dressed in armor. The legend below
the character read, "Sara-Khan, Amazon Princess."
Sam also noticed himself warming again, and Mark's aftershave smelled
somehow very attractive to him.
Mark stepped back and outlined some of the rules of the game.
Sam followed Mark's coaching, and began playing the game. He actually
felt himself becoming the Amazon warrior in search of treasure, and
encountering numerous obstacles in the way.
The game held Sam's total attention, as he worked the joystick, or typed
some magical incantations into the keyboard. He never noticed the time
passing, as he slew demons and dragons, accumulated wealth, and grew
stronger. Sam was having a ball with this game, though he'd never played
with a computer game before.
Sam's attention was so completely involved with the game that Mark had to
reach around him to shut it down when he got the call from upstairs that he
and Sam should join the rest of the group there.
"Wow," was all Sam could say as the screen died out.
"Of course, we have built the game into it's own dedicated computer for
commercial sales," Mark explained, as he took Sam by the hand to lead him
upstairs.
Between his recollections of the game, and the strange feelings he was
getting every time Mark came near, Sam missed the trip back too the
conference room, and was surprised when he was led inside.
George caught the look on Sam's face, and grinned.
"Did you spend an enjoyable few hours in the lab, Sam?" he asked.
Sam bubbled over, "It was terrific. I'll have to get one when you start
selling them!"
Sam's enthusiasm took a deep dive when he saw the amused look on Susan's
face. The reality of his situation, and the unlikelihood that he would be
able to buy such a game, struck home as he sat next to Susan.
"You won't have to wait, Sam," George beamed. "I'm sure Mark has a
demonstration unit downstairs. We'll let you take it back with you."
"Oh, sure. We have a couple dealer's demo boxes all ready in my office,"
Mark offered. "I'll get one now."
"Go ahead, Mark," George said. "Just bring it out to the lobby, we will
all be coming down in a few minutes."
Mark left the conference room.
"I think we are all settled, Susan," George said. "We will sign the
contract this afternoon, and expect your courier with the check in the
morning."
"Oh, by the way," he continued, "why don't you and Sam stay the night in
the company suite. Margie would love to see you again, and it will give us
an excuse to eat out for a change."
"Gee, George," Susan said, "we didn't plan on staying overnight."
"Oh, come on," George pressed. "It will be fun, and you can fly back in
the morning, relaxed and fresh."
Susan thought for a few minutes before agreeing to stay.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Sam and I will have to get over to Woodie's
before dinner. We have absolutely nothing to wear."
George laughed. "You always look scrumptious to me, but I'll have the
limo driver take you over to Tyson's Corners on the way to the suite. Ah....
if I were only twenty years younger, I'd make a pass for you right now."
Now, Susan laughed. "What, and have Margie scratch my eyes out? You are
dreaming again, George!"
They all laughed as they went down to the lobby.
As promised, Mark was waiting in the lobby with a large cardboard box.
He handed it to Sam with a boyish grin.
The whole group went outside, where the limousine was waiting. George
and Mark helped Susan and Sam into the large vehicle, and it sped off.
Sam was bubbling over, telling Susan all about the game he had been
playing in the lab. He held the cardboard box on his lap securely,
anticipating the time he would spend with the game later.
Chapter 32 - A Night on the Town
The driver was very good. He made it through the streets and onto the
beltway only hitting one red light. He drove the beltway, and pulled off
into the parking lot of the large shopping center a short time later. He
helped Susan and Sam out of the car, rewarded as before with the flash of leg
he got, and walked with them into the mall.
"This must be really boring for you," Susan suggested.
"The boss said I should come along to help carry packages," the driver
replied.
"Well, you probably don't want to wait around the ladies department. Why
don't you go over to the bar and have a drink. We'll get you when it is time
to go," Susan offered.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat as he meandered over to the
small bar.
Susan led Sam into the confusion of Woodward and Lothrup's.
Susan had been here before, and led Sam directly to a department marked
Juniors. Here, she began looking over the dresses hanging on the racks. She
passed by several, and finally found something she was interested in. She
took several dresses off the rack, holding them up to Sam.
Sam felt uncomfortable. He still was not used to coming into these
places full of frills and lace. Guys didn't do this, he thought. It was
much simpler to be a man.
Susan handed him two dresses with hangers, telling him to hold them for
the time being, then turned to other racks. She held some dresses against
herself now.
When she had made her selections, Susan led Sam to the small dressing
rooms nearby.
"Try the dresses on, Sam," she instructed. "Then, come outside so I can
see how you look."
Sam disappeared into the small cubicle, Susan into the one next to it.
Sam hung up the dresses Susan had selected, and began to undress. He
figured he could probably get by with only taking off the skirt and blouse.
He reached for one of the dresses, and noticed the large bare area at the
top, only a couple of very thin straps holding it to the hanger. He sighed,
and slipped out of his slip and bra, hoping that no one else needed to use
the dressing room while he was so exposed. He pulled the first dress on, and
zipped it up. Taking a big breath, he came out of the cubicle.
Susan was already out of her dressing room, wearing a light purple dress
with spaghetti straps. The dress caressed Susan's figure, provocatively
showing a little cleavage, and flowed down to a full skirt. The skirt ended
about an inch above her knees. It was the shortest skirt he'd seen on her
since that first night in the bar.
Susan looked at him critically. She had him turn around several times.
She told him to look at himself in the mirror while she was looking.
The mirror showed the dress Sam was wearing to be quite similar to
Susan's, though the color was a deep red, and the skirt was almost an inch
shorter.
"OK, Sam," Susan said, finally. "Try the other one on."
They both went into the cubicles again.
Sam took the red dress off, and picked up the other one. This one was
held to the hanger with clips. It was strapless. He put it on and zipped it
up. He hoped Susan would pick the first one as he emerged from the cubicle.
Susan was waiting for him again. She was wearing a dress very similar to
the first one, but in a kind of cream color with a gold leaf emphasizing the
bodice. She looked very good in it.
Sam's dress was strapless, in a black and white pattern. The whole
bodice was black with white polka dots, but the skirt was several layers of a
filmy white material with black polka dots. The lowest tier of the skirt
still fell two inches above his knee.
Susan looked him over critically again. Her face showed that she was
having a hard time deciding which one to get for him.
"OK," she said finally, "let's get dressed.
Sam went back into the dressing room, and gratefully put the less
revealing street clothes he'd worn into the store on. Surprising himself, he
even got the buttons in back of the blouse the first time.
Susan was again waiting as he came out of the room. She had one of her
dresses in one hand, and one in the other. She took Sam's dresses similarly,
then went back to the racks, replacing the dresses from her left hand on the
racks. She then went to the cash register and purchased the others with her
credit card. Sam saw he was going to get the black strapless one.
Susan gave the large shopping bag to Sam as they left the store and
picked up the driver at the bar. The driver took the bag from Sam, and all
three went out to the limo.
They only drove a few miles further on, when the driver stopped the car
in front of a tall hotel. He walked in with the two, carrying the shopping
bag. He stopped at the desk.
"These ladies will be using the AstroElec suite tonight," the driver said
to the receptionist.
The receptionist reached into one of the mail boxes, and pulled out two
keys. She handed them to the driver, asking if he needed a porter.
"Naw," the driver said cheerfully, "I think I can handle it."
The three went up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. The driver
had obviously been there before, and led them down the hall to a doorway. He
opened the door with one of the keys, then stood aside as Sam and Susan
entered the suite. He then came in, placing the packages on the sofa, and
turned to leave, noting he would be back a six to pick them up for dinner.
Susan took the packages into one of the bedrooms. She emerged a few
seconds later with one of the dress boxes, and indicated that Sam should
follow her into the other bedroom.
"We don't have much time," Susan said, looking at her watch. "You get
dressed while I got to my room to dress."
Sam sighed, then began taking his clothes off again. When he got the
outer clothes, slip and bra off, he opened the dress box, and removed the new
dress from it. He slipped it on.
Sam noticed a mirror out of the corner of his eye, and took a look at
himself. He'd mussed his hair while dressing. He figured he had better fix
that before Susan came in, so he brushed the hair. He did not know what to
do about the tags hanging off the dress.
Susan came in a moment later. She had picked the cream dress with the
leaf. She saw Sam, and brought him over to her. She had a pair of scissors
from her purse in her hand, and removed the tags from his dress.
"You look darling," she said, going back to her room.
Sam didn't feel "darling," he felt kind of stupid in this dress.
Susan came back a moment later. She was carrying a small clutch purse,
and a smaller one, which she handed to Sam.
"Just put your ID card, lipstick and compact in here," she said, leaving
the room again.
Sam joined her in the living room when he had put the required items in
the small purse.
"Sam," Susan said, "you have been doing fine all day. Just remember what
I said about being on your best behavior tonight."
Sam nodded dutifully.
"Well," Susan announced, "it is time to go."
Sam and Susan went down to the lobby and seated themselves on a sofa.
Before long, the driver came in, and recognizing them, came over to them. He
let out a whistle of appreciation as he neared them, then led them out to the
limo, knowing he'd get a lot of leg as they got into the car. He was not
disappointed.
The driver drove into the city, finally ending up at a restaurant with
the name "Chesapeake Bay Seafood." He opened the door for them, and got his
glimpse of leg, then drove off as the two entered the establishment.
George was waiting for them as they got inside. He greeted both of them
with a big hug. Susan got a kiss as well. Then, he turned and led them to a
large table by the window.
The window looked out over the Potomac River, and provided quite a view
of the river and some of the monuments of Washington. It was quite lovely.
Sam was introduced to Margie, George's wife, as he was seated by the
waiter. Surprisingly, Mark was at the table as well, along with a guy Sam
vaguely remembered seeing when he was going with Mark to the computer lab.
His name turned out to be Bill, as he was introduced to Sam. He knew
Susan already, and worked with Mark in the design department.
The table was arranged so that Susan was paired with Bill, and Sam with
Mark. George and Margie sat opposite both pairs.
"Trying to be a matchmaker again, Margie," Susan inquired with a laugh.
"She's always trying," George agreed, laughing as well.
"Well, it's about time you thought of settling down, Susan," Margie
defended herself. "Besides, Bill has been moping around since last time you
were in town."
"I can't imagine Bill moping," Susan responded, with a smile to Bill.
"I wouldn't put it that way, either," Bill agreed, "but Margie's been
trying to marry me off to all her girlfriends anyhow. I did enjoy our last
outing, though."
The light banter kept up all during the meal of salads, chowders, and
genuine Maryland crab. Even Sam was in a cheerful mood.
"I think we need some oysters," Marge cried as the last of the crab was
devoured.
Everyone laughed except Sam, who turned red.
The conversation got lighter again, as the oysters were devoured, then
the ice cream dessert. At last, coffee was served.
"I think we ladies need to go powder our noses," Margie spoke.
Susan and Sam followed her to the ladies room, where they proceeded to
repair their damaged lipstick.
Margie took Susan aside, and whispered to her. Sam got restless.
They all took seats on the couch, as Margie began talking to them. The
talk was light, and mostly about getting Susan married. At long last, they
got up and returned to the table.
The men stood as they returned, and a new round of coffee was brought.
They settled back into the light banter of the meal.
"I think Margie and I need to go check on the kids," George announced.
"I'm sure Bill and Mark will show you two ladies a good time in our fair
city."
They all left the restaurant together, George paying the bill with his
card.
"Let's go dancing at the Pink Cadillac," Bill suggested.
Susan and Mark agreed readily. Sam was not in the mood, but shook his
head in agreement after a glance from Susan. Susan and Bill went off to
Bill's car, while Mark took Sam by the hand to his.
Sam felt Mark's arm across his shoulders as they drove through the city
to Georgetown. The strange feeling he'd encountered earlier returned.
Mark parked the car, and led Sam to the night club. Bill and Susan were
waiting for them by the door.
The four went inside, and were seated at a small table. The place was
packed with men in suits and women in nice dresses. As the waitress brought
their drinks, Bill led Susan off to the dance floor. Mark took Sam by the
hand as well.
Since Sam had danced with Tom before, he just let himself melt into
Mark's body, moving with the music. Mark's strong chest rubbing up against
Sam's breasts intensified the strange feeling, but Sam found it pleasant.
They danced for a while, and went back to the table to rest. Susan and
Bill did the same.
Sam took a big drink from his screwdriver. He really wanted a beer, but
knew Susan would be angry if he had ordered that. Susan sipped her drink.
Sam had another big drink before they all hit the dance floor again.
After this dancing, they all gathered at the table, and Bill stood up.
Susan stood with him, and leaned over to Sam, whispering, "I'll see you
later. Remember to be a good girl."
Susan and Bill left the club.
"Let's get out of here ourselves," Mark suggested, offering his hand to
Sam.
Sam followed Mark, hand in hand, to his car. They drove a little way to
another club.
This club was less crowded than the first one, and they could even hear
themselves think. They danced and drank some more.
Soon, Mark mentioned that it was after midnight, and he had better get
Sam back to the company suite. They left the club arm in arm, Sam stumbling
a little.
Mark drove expertly through the streets of Washington, and pulled up to
the hotel parking lot. He took Sam by the arm, leading him to the reception
desk, where he got the key, and upstairs to the suite.
They stopped at the door of the suite, Mark pulling Sam around to face
him fully, and planting a deep kiss on his lips. Sam felt his body
responding with a kiss of its own.
Mark opened the door to the suite.
"Why don't you come in for a nightcap," Sam suggested, to his own
surprise.
Mark followed her into the suite, and made some drinks at the bar before
joining Sam on the sofa.
They both took a long pull from their drinks, when Mark circled Sam with
his arms, and began long, passionate kisses.
Sam responded, his body beginning to warm, and the strange feeling
getting stronger.
Sam kept getting warmer, and feeling stranger, as Mark continued kissing
him. He felt a slight sensation as one of Mark's arms dropped down, his
fingers lightly trailing down Sam's exposed shoulder and chest, until it
began to lightly circle Sam's breast through his dress.
Sam got warmer and warmer, and began to feel a tingling sensation, as
Mark's hand kept tracing the outline of his breast. He also began to feel a
dampness between his legs.
As Sam's feelings of pleasure deepened, Mark's hand slipped inside the
bodice of the dress, continuing his massage, but now skin on skin.
The feeling of Mark's bare hand on his bare breast brought on colored
lights to Sam's head. He was now hot, and the dampness between his legs was
increasing.
Still kissing Sam, Mark moved his hand from Sam's breasts to his knee.
Sam involuntarily moved his legs apart slightly, to better accommodate Mark's
probings. The light touch of Mark's fingers traced the leg up past the top
of the stockings, and began to lightly trace the outline of Sam's vagina on
his panties.
Sam was now seeing more brightly colored lights in his head, and began
panting lightly for air. His body was ablaze with nerves crying out in
pleasure.
Sam did not even notice when Mark's fingers slipped inside his panties,
and began tracing the vaginal lips themselves. He was too high with ecstacy
to notice small things like that.
As Mark's fingers entered Sam, Sam let out a gasp for air, and rose to
still higher levels of pleasure. Mark's light touch on Sam's clitoris
increased these feelings by an order of magnitude.
Sam was now at such a level that he did not feel Mark's other hand
unzipping the back of his dress, and begin to massage his breasts while still
probing deep inside him with the first hand.
The dress fell away, and down to Sam's hips. Something in Sam's mind
registered this, and determined that the rest of the dress was too confining.
Sam's body wiggled until the dress slipped to the floor.
Mark had slipped his panties off now, not that Sam was aware of it in his
ecstasy, and now unhooked the garter belt. Sam didn't even feel the stocking
fall down his legs, but unconsciously kicked them off his legs until he was
sitting on the couch in the nude.
Still kissing and caressing, Mark lifted Sam from the sofa, and took him
into the bedroom. He lay Sam on the bed, and hastily removed his clothing.
Sam was still on cloud nine when Mark returned his attention to him.
Sensing Mark's return, Sam's legs spread to allow Mark room to enter.
Mark was passionately kissing and sucking Sam's breasts, when Sam
stiffened from the sudden pain as he entered him.
The sharp pain brought Sam out of his ecstacy in one moment, but the pain
eased as the state of ecstacy began building again. Sam felt Mark inside
him, but really did not care at the moment, just as long as the pleasure kept
coming.
The pleasure built to levels higher than those Sam had experienced
before, as his breath shorter and shorter. He began to murmur Mark's name
over and over.
Suddenly, a warm, liquid, golden feeling came over Sam, as Mark released
and collapsed on his body. The feeling lingered for a few moments, then
began to subside into a glow.
Mark rolled off Sam by this time, and lay beside him, still holding and
kissing him.
The glow continued for a long time, kept alive by the closeness of Mark
next to him on the bed.
At last, Sam felt the glow of pleasure pass by, and the reality of his
position set in. He collapsed inside as he realized what he and Mark had
just done, and was reminded of it by the cold, slimy stuff that dripped out
of him and onto the bed. He lay in horror for a few moments, then dozed off,
exhausted, in Mark's arms.
Chapter 33 - Washington - Thursday Morning
As the waking process began, Sam stirred. He rolled slightly, and
encountered some resistance. His body recognized the warmness, and the
feeling of security the resistance, provided, and relaxed. His body moved
closer to the source of the warmth.
Feeling Sam's body stir, Mark's unconscious form felt the warm body
snuggle closer to it. His body rolled on its side, and his arms opened to
accept Sam's body. One arm cradled Sam's head, while the other made its way
across the body. With some primitive instinct, Mark's hand recognized the
female form, and his hand came to rest cupping one of Sam's breasts.
For a time, both bodies lay entangled in sleep.
As sleep slowly fell away, Sam felt the hand on his breast and the
strength of Mark's body against his back. He stirred a bit, and the hand
began softly massaging the breast it was holding. Still mostly asleep, a
smile of contentment and pleasure crossed Sam's face, as he snuggled even
closer to Mark.
Sam's stirring brought Mark even closer to wakefulness. The feel of
Sam's body caused an erection to begin. The erection brought Mark rapidly
out of his sleep.
Sam felt Mark's erection growing against his back. Still asleep, he did
not recognize it for what it was, but his body knew that it was no threat,
and Sam lingered in his light sleep.
As Mark woke, his hands began gently discovering the contours of Sam's
body anew. Ever so gently, he massaged Sam's torso, paying particular
attention to the breasts.
Sam was coming out of his sleep now, but warm, hazy lights of muted dark
reds and purples emerged in his mind. The lights began to brighten as Mark's
hands kept their gentle massage. Unconsciously, he rolled from his sleeping
position to one where his body faced Mark's.
Mark's massaging continued, gradually expanding until it encountered the
area of Sam's belly, and down to the mound between his legs.
Sam let out a deep sigh of contentment at this attention, and wrapped his
arms around Mark's body.
The colors in Sam's mind were now brightening even more quickly now, and
the strange but pleasurable feelings coursing through his body were becoming
more intense as Mark gently rolled him onto his back. His legs parted of
their own volition.
Mark was still caressing and kissing Sam gently as he buried his erection
inside Sam's willing body.
Sam felt the slight resistance of Mark's entry, and his body filling with
Mark's presence. The colors were now swirling and bright in his mind, and
the feelings of warmth and rightness increased even more.
As Mark and Sam continued in their coupling, their bodies joined in
motion to heighten their pleasure.
Sam's eyes flew open in surprise, but the surprise was quickly forgotten
as Mark noticed, and began kissing even more intently. Sam simply let the
pleasure overwhelm him.
Sam's breath began to come in gasps as the pleasure increased. Then, he
had to inhale deeply as a brilliant rainbow of colors burst in his mind,
seeming to reach from his head all the way through his toes. The after image
began to fade, but the images retained the bright colors as Mark continued
his ministrations.
Sam felt the colors and warm pleasure building again, until another
brilliant rainbow burst, this one even more brilliant than the last.
He felt Mark's probing abate through the after image of the rainbow. As
the rainbow fade, Sam felt the golden glow of complete contentment seem to
flow all through his body from his belly. He began kissing Mark urgently,
and holding him tightly, trying to will the feeling to remain.
Sam looked up at Mark, and still panting, said, "Wow! What a way to wake
up!"
Mark smiled in genuine pleasure, as he bent forward to kiss Sam on the
eyes.
"Thank you," Mark whispered through the kisses.
Mark rolled over on his side, pulling Sam with him. They lay in each
others arms for several minutes.
At last Mark sighed, and got up, quickly dressing.
Sam sat up on the bed, still feeling the golden glow engulfing his body.
Mark, now dressed, leaned over and gently pushed Sam back on the bed,
kissing him deeply.
"I have to get to work," he said gently. "You just lie here."
Sam lay back as Mark quickly collected the rest of his clothes and left
the suite.
The golden glow was slowly fading as Sam heard the outer door close
behind Mark. He sighed, and lay back again, trying to relive the pleasure.
Sam was still involved in his reveries, when Susan walked into the room,
clutching all of Sam's discarded clothing in her arms.
Startled, Sam's pleasure evaporated, as the realization of where he was,
and what he had just done dawned on him. The sight of Susan holding the
discarded dress and lingerie brought a cold, hollow feeling of fear to his
stomach.
He recalled Susan's stern warning of yesterday, and the look on her face
now made him sure that she did not consider his actions to be completely
"ladylike." He collapsed within himself as he mentally prepared for the
sting of the needle.
Susan looked at him sternly, then, seeing his face collapse, burst into
laughter as she put the clothing on the bed.
"It seems you have had quite a night," she said through her laughter.
"I'm sorry, Susan," Sam whined, fearing the needle would emerge at any
second. "I don't know what came over me."
Susan was now laughing louder as she bent down and hugged Sam tightly.
"Go ahead and clean yourself up," she said, continuing to laugh. "We'll
go down to breakfast in a bit."
Sam did not notice that Susan was still wearing the cream colored party
dress as the relief of her words swept over him.
Sam drew a tub of water as he used the toilet. He found some bath salts
in the medicine cabinet over the sink, and added them to the water before he
climbed in. He lay in the tub for several minutes feeling the warm water
ease the tensions in his muscles, and the smell of the salts assault his
nose, then began to wash himself. He still was not used to bathing his
female body. He quickly finished, and dried himself off, wrapping the towel
around himself when he was done.
He went into the bedroom, and looked at the clothing on the bed. The
dress did not seem to be appropriate for the flight back home, and he had
worn the underwear all day yesterday. Seeing no choice, he pulled the
panties on, then the garter belt. He found his suit and slip hanging in the
closet, where Susan had put them last night before dinner, and looked around
for his bra. He found that in the dresser, and quickly donning it, returned
to the closet, where he put on the slip, skirt and blouse. He left the
jacket hanging there.
As he was walking toward the bed, he caught sight of himself in the
mirror. His hair was a fright, and he didn't seem to have any lipstick on
his lips. He figured he might as well fix that up before he finished
dressing, so he rummaged through his purse to find the brush and lipstick.
Now presentable, he went back to the bed, where he rolled the baggy
stockings down and slipped into them. He had just fixed them to the garters
and slipped into his shoes when Susan returned to the room.
Susan was also in the skirt and blouse she had worn on the airplane. She
seemed glowing and gay as she told him to grab his purse and come downstairs
to the coffee shop.
They rode the elevator in silence, each to his or her own recollections
of the evening before.
They went into the hotel coffee shop, and ordered a standard breakfast.
Sam was ravenous, and it appeared Susan was hungry as well. They both dug
into the breakfast with a vengeance.
"Sam," Susan said, when the food was gone, "order us some coffee. I need
to go over to the drug store for a moment, but I'll be right back."
Sam ordered two more cups of coffee from the waitress while Susan walked
across the lobby to a small shop.
Susan was not gone long, returning with a bag of goodies as the coffee
was delivered. They both sipped on the coffee.
"Let's go back upstairs," Susan said. "We have to get ready to fly home."
Sam agreed, and they both went up to the suite.
Susan produced a deodorant from the bag, and a box of panty liners. She
unbuttoned her blouse, spraying the deodorant under her arms, and handed the
can to Sam as she went into the bedroom with the other box.
Sam unbuttoned the back of his blouse, and let it slide down his arms so
he could use the deodorant. He decided that this part of being a woman was a
pain in the butt, as he struggled to close the buttons on the back of the
blouse.
Susan emerged from the bedroom, handing Sam one of the panty liners.
"Go put this in your panties," she counselled. "It will make you feel
better.
At least the panties just slipped down his legs, as Sam inserted the
liner into the crotch. He pulled the panties back up, and, for no apparent
reason, smoothed his skirt down over his hips.
Susan just laughed as she saw this, having entered the room just in time.
She seemed to be in a good mood this morning.
"Get your jacket on," she said. "The taxi will be here for us shortly.
Oh, and put the party dress into its box."
She went to the other bedroom to get her things together, as Sam began to
comply.
Sam slipped into his jacket, then dumped the items from the little purse
into his shoulder purse. He found the box from the department store, and
began trying to fold the dress to fit inside. He was having a lot of trouble
getting the skirt to fit without crushing it. At last he gave up, and let
the box crush the fabric. Susan was calling for him to hurry up.
Susan handed him the shopping bag, and had him put his boxed dress
inside. Her hands were full with her computer and briefcase. She looked him
over, then they both went back to the lobby. Sam felt a dull, throbbing
soreness in his crotch as they walked.
Susan must have a marvelous sense of timing, Sam thought. The taxi
driver arrived at the counter just as she handed over the keys to the suite.
Susan gaily chatted about the lovely scenery on the uneventful ride to
the airport. Even Sam got caught up in her enthusiasm, responding brightly
to her observations, and pointing a few thing he noticed out to her. The
ride was fairly short, though, and they found themselves in the terminal
before they really got involved in anything important.
As Susan went to the counter to check in, Sam waited outside the roped
off area like the day before. Susan did not have to instruct him, it just
seemed the thing to do.
Soon enough, Susan emerged without her cases. She had obviously checked
them as luggage. They walked into the main terminal, and Susan stopped at a
newsstand. She bought the current Vogue and Bazaar, and they continued to
the loading gate.
The wait was short, and they soon found themselves seated in first class
again. Susan passed the Bazaar to Sam, and began leafing through the Vogue.
Sam began looking at the magazine.
The pictures of the dresses were quite attractive to Sam this morning,
and he found himself reading some of the articles that went with them. He
was trying to imagine how some of the fashions would look on him, without
realizing it. He was startled, and even a little put out, when the
stewardess passed out the coffee and pastry.
Sam spend the uneventful flight with his nose in the magazine, humming
softly to himself. He didn't know why he felt so good, or why the magazine
was so interesting, but he accepted it.
Susan was similarly occupied in her seat.
As Sam suspected, Susan had checked her cases, and they had to go to the
baggage claim area upon landing. For once, the baggage claim seemed to work,
as the bags from their flight began to appear as they entered the carousel
area. It was only a minute before Susan had reclaimed her bags, and they
both went outside to the taxi stand.
Sam noticed the crowd of people as they had walked through the terminal,
even some of the leers they two of them were getting from some of the men,
but it did not seem to matter as much this morning. The crowd was much
thinner at the ground transportation area.
Sam and Susan sat back in the taxi seat for the ride back to the
apartment. The flight, and the activities of the evening before, left them
both tired.
Chapter 34 - Home Again
After paying the driver, Susan led Sam upstairs to her apartment. Sam
followed the familiar path without resistance. The apartment seemed somehow
different, though familiar, as they went in.
Susan went into her bedroom, while Sam went into his. Both were less
than comfortable wearing the lingerie they had started the trip in.
As he gratefully stripped, Sam noticed a few drops of dried blood on the
panty liner. It couldn't be another period, so soon after the one he had
just gotten over. He worried, and became frightened, not understanding why
he should be bleeding. In his fright, he called out to Susan.
Susan came into the room, now dressed in jeans and an old blouse. She
saw the concern on Sam's face, but could not see anything abnormal.
"Susan," Sam said in a quavering voice, "I don't know what is going on.
Everybody said I finished my period a few days ago, and now I find blood on
the panty liner. I think I might have something serious wrong with me."
Susan chuckled, immediately realizing what had happened.
"Sam, dear," she said softly, but lightly, "you were a virgin until last
night."
She grinned deeply at that, before continuing, "Obviously, your condition
changed, and your hymen ruptured. It does bleed a little, and you probably
will feel a little sore for a day or so, but it is nothing serious."
Sam blushed. He was not sure whether to be mostly embarrassed or
relieved. In any event, her pronouncements brought an image of Mark, and the
pleasant feelings of last night and this morning. His red face got a dreamy
smile on it.
Susan saw the change of expression on his face, and grinned broadly. She
figured that Sam must have had a good initiation into womanhood.
"You need to get dressed," Susan said, breaking the spell. She brought
the sun dress from yesterday morning over for him to wear.
Sam went to the dresser to find some fresh underwear. He noted that the
drawer was stacked more neatly than he recalled. He did not think much of
it, as he took the lingerie and began getting dressed.
He still did not like showing off so much of himself in these dresses,
but at least they were better than at the Booby Trap. He got into the dress
without any problems.
Susan was talking on the telephone as he went into the living room. She
had probably been talking on it while Sam had been dressing, because she was
now saying, "Good bye," and hanging the instrument up.
"Oh," Susan said, seeing Sam, "you are dressed. Good. I had almost
forgotten that we have to go over to Darlene's for our dress fittings."
Sam was tired, and did not really want yet another dress, but he followed
Susan down to her car, and they drove downtown to the dress shop.
Chapter 35 - Second Fitting
Darlene greeted them, smiles and bubbling over, as usual. Cindy came
into the show room as she heard the conversation, and greeted them warmly as
well.
"Samantha looks like a kitten who has gotten into the cream," Cindy
commented.
Darlene and Susan laughed.
Sam blushed, though he was not sure why.
"I guess you could put it that way," Susan confirmed. "We had to go out
of town yesterday, and we stayed all night."
Darlene and Cindy were really paying attention now.
"We had a nice dinner, and some guys from the office we were visiting
took us out on the town," she continued.
Susan coughed discretely, and giggled.
"I don't know what Sam was doing, but her clothes were all over the place
when I got home, and I heard a male voice in her room."
All three were now giggling, as Sam turned deep red.
Both Darlene and Cindy came over and gave Sam big hugs as they giggled.
"Well, I guess Sam isn't a little girl playing at being a grown up woman
any more," Darlene finally said.
"But, we have to get to work and make sure these dresses fit," her voice
turning more businesslike.
Gwen came into the shop about then. She had her fitting scheduled today
as well as the others. Susan and Darlene couldn't wait to tell her the news,
and did so as Sam reddened yet again.
Gwen came over to give Sam a big hug.
"Don't be so embarrassed," she chided. "It is the most natural thing in
the world."
Sam was still red as the girls led him into the fitting room. Susan and
Gwen went off to other cubicles for their own fittings, but Darlene stayed to
take care of Sam.
The dress was much more complete, as Darlene had Sam strip down enough to
put it on. It even fitted and closed like a dress now. Still, Darlene
fussed all over, sticking pins here, and taking tucks there.
After a while, Susan and Gwen came back. They oohed and aahed over the
dress Sam was modelling, as Sam once again reddened from the attention.
After a bit, Darlene got done playing with the dress, and had Sam get
dressed again.
As Sam was dressing, Darlene looked to Gwen and Susan, and said, "I
almost forgot. The pictures from Saturday came back this morning. You just
have GOT to see them."
Gwen and Susan followed Darlene out of the dressing room. Darlene took
the dress with her.
Sam finished dressing, and peeked out into the show room. The others
were not there. He was undecided as to whether to wait in the cubicle or go
into the show room. His eyes landed on a dress hanging on a dress form, and
it just seemed so beautiful that he stepped out to have a closer look.
The dress was white, and full of lace, and ruffles, and some kind of
stiff netting. It looked like a wedding dress to Sam, but even he could tell
it was too short for that. It looked like the hem would come only to a
little below the knees. Still, it was very pretty, and soft and luxurious to
his touch.
"Thinking of getting married, Sam," Darlene's voice said from behind him.
There was light laughter in her voice.
Sam was startled, and dropped the piece of the skirt he had been
examining. He blushed again.
"No," he said, when he regained some semblance of composure, "I just
thought it was pretty. Anyway, it looks too short to be a wedding dress."
Darlene laughed heartily.
"Sam, dear," she explained, "any dress can be a wedding dress. But that
one is an afternoon formal style. It is called a "tea length" dress, and it
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is the one Marla Simpson will be wearing to be married in next Saturday."
Sam didn't know Marla Simpson from any other woman on the street, and was
a little embarrassed by his lack of knowledge of dresses. Well, he thought,
I haven't had much practice wearing them, though I used to be pretty good at
removing them. Somehow, the recollection of removing women's clothing from
them seemed in the distant past, rather than just last week.
Darlene handed him several 8x10 photographs. He recognized himself
wearing the dress Darlene had made for him last Saturday to go out in. He
was surprised how well they turned out. If he hadn't recognized himself, he
might have thought the pictures were of some professional model, like those
in Vogue or the Bazaar he looked at on the airplane.
His face must have lit up as he recognized himself, and how well he
looked in the pictures.
"Sam," Darlene said, "these are great shots. I could really use someone
like you to model my spring collection in a month or two."
"Oh," Sam said hastily, "I don't thing I would be interested."
Sam fully intended to be back in his own body in a few months, and he'd
had enough of people looking at him in the past few days to last a lifetime.
He sure did not want photographs of himself in catalogs all over the place.
Even these pictures might come back to haunt him, he thought. Being in a
catalog was totally out of the question.
"Well," Darlene replied, "I'll call Susan as the time gets closer. Maybe
you will change your mind." Darlene had a mischievous twinkle in her eye now.
Chapter 36 - At Susan's
Although Sam and Susan were tired from their trip and the necessity of
being fitted their gowns, they did not go directly home. Susan decided to
stop at the supermarket, her larder exhausting much more rapidly with Sam in
the apartment now.
Sam had gone to the market with Susan on Sunday, so the trip to the
market was not a new experience. It took longer, since they needed to get
more than hot dogs and buns, and Sam was conscious of quite a few stares as
they proceeded up one aisle and down the next. He was becoming more
accustomed to the looks now, and the trip was completed without his blushing
once.
At the apartment building, Susan got a bag out of the car, and told Sam
to do the same.
Sam was used to carrying two or three supermarket bags into his
apartment, and tried to take two bags from the car. He found that he did not
have the strength to pick up two fully loaded bags. Sighing, he took one
bag. Three were some things about his condition that were really a pain, he
thought.
They had just finished unloading the car and storing the purchases when
the door bell rang. Sam was closest to the door, so he opened it, finding a
smiling Sharon standing there.
Sharon came in, stopping to pat Sam on the cheek as she complimented him
on his looks, and took a place on the sofa. Susan was already collapsed on
one of the chairs, so Sam joined Sharon on the couch. Sharon was wearing
black pants and a white blouse with ruffles all over it, very similar to the
clothes she wore at the bar on the night Susan and Sam met.
Soon, the other women began coming into the apartment.
Sam got up and made coffee before Susan could suggest it. It somehow
just seemed the thing to do. Anyway, it got him away from the women for a
few minutes at least.
Of course, the big news was Sam's encounter with Mark. Sam was
humiliated with all the discussion about it, but the women were not paying
attention to his desires.
"Sam," Carolyn said, "you are being awfully quiet tonight. What's the
matter? Didn't you like Mark?"
A smile passed across Sam's face despite himself, recalling last night
and this morning.
"It's not that," Sam replied meekly. "It's just not natural."
Carolyn laughed, and continued this line, "What's not natural about it,
Sam. Boy meets girl. Things happen. It is the way of the world."
"But, I'm not a girl," Sam said resolutely. Then looking down at his
lap, and seeing the skirt of his dress, "At least not a real girl."
All of the others were laughing now, and Sam was blushing again.
"Well, Samantha," Gloria injected with a laugh, "if you are not a real
girl, I have a lot more research to do!"
"She sure looked real enough to me," Lois confirmed.
"Sam sure is real," Gwen laughed. "I just hope she remembered to take
her pills."
All of the girls were laughing harder now, and Sam was blushing even more
deeply.
"Hmmmm," mused Carolyn. "I wonder what Sam would think about being a
mommy."
Sam sat up straight, fear taking precedence over embarrassment now. He
surely couldn't have a baby, could he?
"Sam took her pill yesterday morning," Susan said laughing, "but I didn't
check today. I sure hope she doesn't get pregnant right now. She hasn't
even worn all the clothes we got for her, and I don't want to buy a maternity
wardrobe right away."
Visions of his body getting bigger and bigger, and having to wear clothes
looking more like tents than clothing began to flash in Sam's mind. He knew
from biology class way back in high school that pregnancy lasts nine months.
The mere thought of being pregnant for nine whole months seemed even more
repugnant than simply being a woman for that long.
What the heck did women do with babies after they arrived, Sam wondered.
He had no idea at all. No, he just could not picture himself as a mother.
"It is a possibility," conceded Gloria. "However, I think the pill
yesterday morning probably would hold through today. Then again, Sam is
still changing, so I can't rule out the possibility."
"Well," Susan said, coldly now, "Samantha certainly did not want to learn
anything about her body the other day at Gwen's place."
Sam felt as if he'd just been slapped. He had hoped that incident had
blown over by now. Obviously it had not.
"I guess she'll just have to learn the hard way, then," Carolyn observed.
Sam wasn't sure he liked Carolyn much now. She had a terrific body, and
it even looked great in the jeans and shirt she was wearing tonight. He had
enjoyed her in bed, but she seemed to be carrying a grudge too far for his
liking.
Sharon spoke, "Well, if she keeps dancing at the Booby Trap, she'll find
out sooner than anyone here expects."
The whole group began laughing. The Booby Trap did have a reputation,
after all.
"Well," Carolyn announced, "I have a date, girls. It's only Greg, but
we're going dancing at the Red Buffalo."
She glared at Sam and continued, "And he, at least, called for a return
engagement."
Sam felt very small. His love of variety in women was what landed him in
this situation in the first place.
"Have a good time, Carolyn," chorused the women, as Carolyn left to get
ready.
Just at that moment the air filled with electronic beeps. Both Gloria's
and Lois' beepers went off from their purses.
"Oh, no," Lois said, "it's the hospital. I guess our visit will have to
be cut short. Susan, may I use the phone?"
"Certainly, Lois," Susan said. "You know where it is."
Gloria looked at her beeper and said, "Mine's the hospital too.
Something must be going on."
"Lois," she called after the other woman, "check in for me too."
Lois came back into the living room a moment later.
"Complications on Cindy Warren's delivery," she explained, mostly to
Gloria. "They asked for you too, Gloria, so it must be really serious. Come
on, I'll give you a ride."
Gloria and Lois left the apartment quickly.
"Cindy's a nice girl," Sharon offered. "I hope it isn't anything major."
"Well, you know if both Gwen and Lois were called, it is," Gwen said
soberly. "I just hope they can save the mother and child."
Sam didn't know Cindy Warren, but something inside him made him feel
apprehensive for her, whoever she was.
"What a downer," Jane commented.
"Yes," Sharon said. "And I was just going to mention that it has been a
whole week since Sam came to us."
"You're right," Sharon said brightly. "It is kind of an anniversary.
Too bad the rest of the group had to go. We could have had a party!"
"No," Susan said, "I think tomorrow would be more in line for a party. I
picked Sam up a week ago tonight, but Gloria didn't work on her until the
morning. So, Friday's more like the anniversary to celebrate."
Sam was not in any mood to celebrate. Grrr, a whole week of being a
woman, he thought.
Chapter 37 - Home is Where the Heart Is?
"I'd rather just go home," Sam offered softly.
"But you ARE home, Samantha, dear," Susan said sweetly.
"I mean to my apartment, as a guy."
The girls laughed at that.
"Sam," Jane explained, "first, you don't have an apartment. We had you
moved out Monday. Second, you are not a guy, and if you keep this up, you
will never be. And third, isn't Susan taking good care of you?"
Sam had to admit Susan was taking care of him. She was feeding him, and
supplying a place to sleep. She was even supplying clothes, though he did
not particularly like the idea of being in dresses all the time. But, she
was not allowing him the freedom he had known.
He just sighed silently.
Chapter 38 - Pictures Tell No Lies
It is a maxim in intelligence work that a secret held remains a secret; a
secret shared by two is suspect; and a secret known by three is public
knowledge.
"I think Sam misses chasing women, then dumping them," Susan offered.
"Probably," Gwen replied.
"I don't think we have to worry much about Sam chasing women," Jane
laughed. "I took copies of pictures Gwen made when Sam was tied to the bed,
before Gloria got to him, and copies of the ones Darlene made last Saturday,
and put them up in the ladies room at the office. I don't think Sam will
ever get a date with any women in this town again."
"Oh, how neat," exclaimed Sharon. "And so fitting!"
"I wish I had thought of that," Susan said.
Sam was the brightest red he had been since the experience began. Some
secret! Every woman in town would know what happened to him. Most probably
did already, and he could almost feel their curious looks at him right now.
"Any way, Sam won't be chasing women for a while," Gwen laughed. "Unless
she picks up some lesbians."
The girls laughed for quite a while as the thought of Sam's embarrassment
being spread to all the women visiting his old office painted a vivid picture
in their minds.
Sam couldn't help himself. He broke into tears, and buried his head in
his hands upon hearing this news. Even if the girls allowed him to return to
his own sex, he would have to leave the city now. He couldn't handle the
thought of all those women knowing what had happened to him. The thought
that getting out of this mess seemed even farther away from his grasp did not
serve to cheer him up one bit.
"Oh, Sam," Jane said, noticing Sam crying, "don't take it so hard. Just
think of it like you comparing our performance in bed to each other for all
your old friends."
The girls were laughing again, and Sam sobbed even more deeply. It had
not seemed so bad when he was boasting of his conquests. It was the macho
thing to do, or so he thought.
"Oh, Samantha," Susan chided, "cheer up! Wipe those silly tears from
your face, and we'll all go out for a drink."
Still sobbing, Sam took the hint, and went into the bedroom to repair the
tear tracks. He was still sobbing as he walked.
In the bathroom, he began to dab at his face with a wet wash rag. Every
time he wiped one tear track away, another tear rolled from his eyes. He
finally gave up and went in to lie on the bed.
Susan came into the room a few minutes later, wondering where Sam had
gotten to. Seeing Sam on the bed, she placed her hands on her hips and
looked coldly at his miserable form.
"Get up," she ordered sharply. "I told you to clean up your face. Now,
do it!"
Sam went back to the bathroom, and washed his face again. He was not
crying so hard now, and managed to get the job done this time.
Susan was waiting for him when he returned to the bedroom. She stopped
him, and took the lipstick she was already holding in her hand, applying it
to his lips.
"Now," she said, "grab your purse, and let's go."
"I don't want to go out," Sam said mournfully.
"You are going out," Susan said with conviction. She walked to the
dressing table where the needle lay in plain sight.
Sam sighed, trying to control himself, and conceded, "OK."
"Good," Susan replied. "Let's go."
Sam slowly went to the dresser and got his purse, then followed Susan and
the others down to the parking lot.
Chapter 39 - Lennie's
They didn't go far, maybe a mile or so, before they got to the bar. It
was Lennie's, a loud disco. Sam had been there before, knowing that Lennie's
was usually good for picking up single women.
The group went to a table and ordered drinks. The women were gaily
chatting, evaluating the "hunks" in attendance. Sam sat sullenly.
"Sam," Sharon counselled, "you are a wet blanket tonight. If you don't
cheer up, I'll ask Lennie if you can dance in the disco cages."
Sam looked up with a start. He'd known about the girls, scantily
dressed, who danced in the cages suspended above the floor, but had not
thought about them for a long time. They had always seemed part of the
scenery to him, never available to date. Now he studied the cages.
Each of the four cages contained a female dancer. She wore nothing but
heels, some opaque panties, and some pasties with tassels on her breasts.
The cages were just large enough to allow the girls to dance, but had no
benches for them to sit. The barred doors to the cages were fastened with a
simple latch, simply to protect the dancers from falling out. They couldn't
go anywhere, being suspended about eight feet above the floor level. Sam
knew that the cages were only lowered once an hour, so the next shift of
dancers could replace the girls whose time was up. It certainly did not look
like a very comfortable way to spend an hour.
Sam tried to smile and show a cheerful mood. He sincerely hoped he was
doing well enough that Sharon would not follow through on her threat.
"That's better, Sam," Susan laughed. "Although, I think I might have
liked to see you up there in the cages."
Sam tried to laugh lightly, his heart not into the effort.
A woman came over to their table, and whispered something to Jane. Sam
recognized the woman as one of the other secretaries from his old office, and
tried to hide his face with his hands, but Susan pulled his hands down and
glared at him.
"Hi girls!" the newcomer said brightly.
"Oh, oh," she continued, now more loudly, "this MUST be Samantha! You
never looked better, Sam!"
The woman patted Sam's cheek and laughed as she left for another table.
Sam died inside. Her actions proved that Jane had been telling the truth
about the pictures. He tried to keep the smile on his face, but was brightly
blushing.
Sam's gaze followed the woman, who was now bending over another table.
She was talking to another woman, and gesturing at their table. Sam felt
smaller and smaller inside. They could only be talking about him!
Susan and Gwen were dancing with a couple of guys who had come over to
the table, looking at each of them critically. Sam felt like a side of beef
at a government auction under their stares. Between the men staring, and the
women giggling, he was terribly embarrassed.
Sam felt the pressure and warmth of someone's hand on his bare shoulder.
He looked up to see a man he did not recognize. The man reached down,
grasping Sam's hand. He managed to press his arm into Sam's breasts in the
process.
"Come on," the guy said. "Let's dance."
Sam hesitated trying to think up a good excuse to brush the guy off as
the man's hand began lifting his.
"Please," he smiled sweetly, "I have had a long day, and I'm just bushed.
Maybe next time."
Sam was sure that he had no intention of there ever being a next time,
but he also knew that Jane and Sharon were watching. Luckily, the guy took
the hint, and moved on looking for an easier pick up.
The group had three rounds of drinks at the bar. Sam was a little tipsy,
but feeling a lot better than when they had come in. The stares and giggles
still bothered him, but the drink pushed them into the background.
At long last, the group got up to leave. Sam stumbled once over his
heels as they were leaving. He didn't miss the waitress giggling behind her
cupped hand as he passed by either.
Back home, Susan told him to go to bed.
Sam was tired from all the adventures of the last two days, and
immediately went into the bedroom. Even the click of the door locking did
not seem as bad as being out in a public place. He sighed, and went in for a
long bath, then to bed.
Chapter 40 - Friday Morning
When Sam woke, he heard the muted voices of conversation in the next
room. Although he could not make out the words, the voices were definitely
female. He wondered what was going on. The group did not usually come over
to the apartment in the mornings.
He sighed, put aside his curiosity, and began to get ready to face
another day as a woman.
When he got back to the bedroom, he found the door was open, and some
clothes were laid out on the bed. He sighed, put on some underwear, and
investigated the clothing that had been chosen for him today.
The skirt was a straight black style, with the customary zipper and
button in the back. He slipped into it with no problem. The top was a
camisole type thing. It was a silky, light yellow colored thing with many
different colored hot air balloons stencilled all over it. It slipped right
over his head, and the thick straps kept it from falling off. He sighed as
he realized that his bra straps would be impossible to hide, even under the
thick straps, and he slipped the blouse and bra off before slipping into the
camisole again.
He put some lipstick on, and brushed his hair out before going into the
other room to join the others. This routine was getting to be second nature
by now.
Jane and Carol were seated with Susan over coffee as he entered the
kitchen. They all smiled at him, and he took it as a good sign, getting a
cup and joining them. Then, he looked at what they had been discussing. The
magazine was laid open on the table, and his heart sank.
He pretended not to notice the pictures, but was unsteady as he got the
coffee and sat down. He recognized the layout from one of the magazines that
had just arrived before he got seduced into this mess.
Jane turned the magazine so that Sam could not fail to notice it. He had
enjoyed the pictures before, but they seemed somehow different now. He found
himself uncontrollably comparing his own body to the models.
"Do you like these pictures," Jane asked sweetly.
Sam was at a loss for an answer. He really was not sure whether he liked
the pictures or not.
"Oh dear," Carol said, "Samantha seems to be a little embarrassed."
The girls laughed, and Susan volunteered, "I don't see why."
Susan closed the magazine to the cover, where the mailing label clearly
addressed to Sam Gordon was affixed.
"Sam," Carol said, "I'm surprised you had time for this type of thing,
what with all your conquests."
"Oh," Jane began to defend Sam, "I doubt he paid much attention to these
magazines. His adult video collection probably took up what time he wasn't
spending chasing women."
The girls giggled even more now.
"Maybe we should invite some guys over and watch them," Susan suggested,
laughing.
Sam was now flushed a bright red from his breasts to his hair line.
"Well," Susan said, "we can't do anything now. Gloria wants to see Sam
this morning."
"I'm going past the university," Carol volunteered. "Maybe I could give
Sam a ride."
"Great!" Susan exclaimed. "I have a few things to take care of myself.
Thanks, Carol."
Sam followed Carol down to her car as the group broke up.
As Sam and Carol walked across the campus, he noticed that he was dressed
even more conservatively than most of the coeds they passed. Carol looked
positively victorian, in her stylish business suit, by comparison.
Chapter 41 - More Mysteries
They went into one of the medical buildings, and down a hall to Gloria's
office. The office they entered was large and spacious. The woman behind
the desk was not familiar, but she smiled and greeted them.
"Oh," she said, as if recalling something, "you must be Samantha Gordon.
Dr. Martin is expecting you. Go right in."
They entered an even larger office. The familiar face of Gloria was
smiling at them from behind the large desk. She indicated that they should
sit on the comfortable chairs in front of the desk.
After some small talk, Carol excused herself to go somewhere.
"Sam," Gloria began. "Lois sent over the results of your lab work, and I
am really amazed."
Sam had a look of confusion on his face, trying to figure out why she
should be amazed. She had sure seemed confident when she stuck him with
those needles a week ago.
Seeing his puzzled look, Gloria chuckled.
"No, it isn't that I did not expect you to turn into a woman, but I did
not expect it to be so quick and complete. I see no signs of any male
characteristics in these tests. Most of my clients take six months or more
to get to the stage you are in now."
"Clients?" Sam burst out. "You mean you've done this to more than just
me?"
"Calm down, Sam," Gloria counselled.
"Quite a few people are not comfortable in the gender they were born
with. Some of them even go so far as to have major surgery to change the
appearance of their organs to the gender they feel more comfortable in."
"A few decades ago, almost anyone could get the operation, but we have
learned quite a bit since then, and the screening process we use now is quite
good. Only the ones who really need the change, and can cope with living as
the opposite gender, are given the opportunity now."
"My break through was an accident, as are most things in research. I
found a hormone that can neuter the human body, recreating the blank default
stage of the fetus during early pregnancy, and then react with other hormones
to make the change real.
"The research is still experimental, but it shows promise of helping
thousands of people every year. You were only the fifteenth human subject we
experimented on, but the other fourteen were completely successful. Of
course, we did experiment for several years on higher animals, and even the
first few accidental changes were successful in making the change completely."
"Of course, all of our subjects volunteered."
She looked sharply at Sam, and continued, "You were volunteered by our
little group because of the way you treated women."
"Anyway, none of the others have changed so completely so quickly."
"I need to check a few things, just to make sure everything is as it
seems. Follow me into the lab, please."
Gloria got up and went to a well fitted laboratory. Sam followed, still
confused.
"OK, Sam," Gloria said. "You have done this before. Just take off your
clothes, and lie on the examining table please."
Sam hesitated. He recalled the experience in Lois' office, and was not
too thrilled with the idea of another internal examination.
"Oh, come on, Sam," Gloria said in exasperation. "Women get these exams
all the time. You're a woman now, and you need to be examined. Let's get on
with it."
Reproved, Sam undressed and got up on the table.
The feeling of helplessness, being confined in the stirrups, returned in
full force, as Gloria adjusted the table. The feeling of embarrassment at
being so exposed also returned as Gloria went to the bottom of the table and
sat down.
"Sam," Gloria began a commentary, "I am just going to take a look. You
might feel a little pressure, but there should be no pain. If it hurts, tell
me immediately, and I'll try to find out what the problem might be."
Sam felt a thick instrument enter his vagina. Surprisingly, Gloria was
right. It did not hurt, though he was aware of the device as it rubbed
against the lips of his opening.
Gloria twisted the thing, and looked for a long time, every once in a
while moving it to a new position.
"Amazing," she said several times under her breath.
"All right, Sam, I am going to take a small sample of fluid from your
fallopian tubes. It won't hurt, but you might feel the tube deep inside you.
Just don't panic, and lie still, please."
Sam felt the vibration as the smaller sampling tube was inserted into the
larger one she was using to check out his insides. Other than that, he felt
nothing except a little strangeness. He could not describe the feeling, but
it was neither painful nor pleasurable. Just different.
"I think that should do it," Gloria said, as she removed the devices from
him.
"You can get up and get dressed now," she continued, restoring the table
and helping Sam out of the stirrups.
She turned and went to a lab table, where she busied herself with some
strange instruments and microscopes, as Sam got dressed.
Even though he was still confused, he was curious at what Gloria was
doing, so he went over to stand by her at the table.
Gloria chuckled as she examined the specimen under the microscope.
"I forgot you had sex recently," she said.
Sam flushed.
"Here take a look at this. This is the sample I just took from deep
inside you."
She backed away from the microscope, and showed Sam how to look through
it.
Sam saw lots of weird things under the glass. There were odd shaped
blobs, and some blobs that wiggled, and some spheres. He did not know what
he was looking at, but was amazed that all that was from inside him.
"See the little ones that look like snakes, and are wiggling a little?"
Gloria asked.
Sam saw what she described. The little snakes were wiggling all over the
place.
"Those are sperm cells. They're sluggish now, so they've been there for
a day or so, but they are still quite alive."
Sam shuddered at the thought of sperm cells inside him.
"They are fascinating little cells," Gloria continued. "They can live in
a hospitable environment for two days, sometimes even longer. And a woman's
body is certainly a hospitable environment for them. They just wiggle
around, waiting to find an egg to fertilize. If they don't find one, they
just die off. It's kind of sad in a way."
Hunting for an egg? These things could make him pregnant today? He was
nearing the throes of panic now. Gloria noticed the expression.
"Don't worry Sam. You won't get pregnant from these little fellows."
"If you had listened to Gwen the other day, instead of acting like a
spoiled brat, you would have known that women are only fertile two or three
days a month. You just had your period last weekend, so you won't be fertile
until the end of next week at the earliest."
Fertile? Next week! Sam did panic then, but the relief in hearing that
it was not going to happen right now calmed him to normal very quickly.
"Any way, you had sex recently. You should have known that is the way to
get pregnant," Gloria concluded.
"It just happened. I didn't think," Sam whined.
"Most girls don't think, Sam. They just do what comes natural, and end
up being mothers," Gloria said. "It happens all the time."
The thought did nothing to console Sam.
"Tell me about your experience," Gloria asked.
Sam was silent. He recalled the pleasure, but it was too embarrassing to
discuss with any one else.
"Oh, come on," Gloria urged, "it is information that can only help my
research. Besides, I know what it feels like for me. I'd like to know how
you felt about it."
"Well, it just sort of happened," Sam haltingly began. "I invited Mark
in for a drink after a night of dancing."
Sam recounted the experiences of the night and morning. He warmed up to
the subject during the narration, and almost began to relive the pleasures he
had felt.
"It was one of those things. It wasn't planned for, and I sure didn't
think about babies," he concluded.
"Great!" Gloria exclaimed. "Many women don't have orgasms the first few
times, and you had several."
"You know," she mused, "I'll bet you always secretly wanted to be a
woman, but hid it under that big macho image you put on. You might not even
have realized it yourself. You are such a good subject, you really must have
needed this change."
"No!" Sam cried. He refused to think of himself as anything other than
a guy. Then, the recently related events of the Washington night came back
to him, and he was not all that sure.
Gloria saw the range of expression cross his face, and chuckled.
"Sam, dear," she said, "you are in tip top shape, and one hundred per
cent female. Between my discovery and your body's secret desires, you have
really found your place in the world. You will come to realize that in time,
but let's get practical for a minute.
"Since you didn't pay enough attention to Gwen, take this book with you,
and read it. It will tell you all about how female bodies work, and what you
need to do to keep from getting pregnant unnecessarily."
She picked a thin book from her bookshelf and handed over to Sam. He
looked at the cover, seeing the title, "The Girl's Guide to Womanhood," by
Gwen Chambeaux, RN, MD.
Gloria saw the puzzled look on Sam's face, and continued, "Oh. The book
was written to help girls get through puberty and understand what happens to
them. Even so, it contains so much clearly written material, that it is a
standard textbook at almost every medical school in the country.
"Your situation is very similar to a girl going through puberty, so the
book will do you a world of good."
"Gwen's a doctor?" Sam asked, stumbling over the words.
"Oh, dear, yes!" Gloria answered. "She went through medical school with
me. She prefers working as a nurse, though. It gives her more time to
write."
Sam was now thoroughly confused, and followed Gloria back into her big
office.
"That's all I needed from you right now, Sam," Gloria said, after she sat
down. "Now, let me cancel the rest of my day, and we'll go out for a
surprise."
Chapter 42 - A Thousand Words
They went into the city in Gloria's big Cadillac, pulling up at a large
mall. It wasn't as large as the one they had used before, but big enough
just the same. They went inside, and turned in to a photographer's studio.
"I am Gloria Martin, and this is Samantha Gordon," she said to the
receptionist. "I think we are expected."
"Doctor Martin! Of course!" the receptionist said gaily, recognizing
Gloria. "You saved Terri when she had that problem pregnancy a couple of
years ago. You probably don't remember me, but I sure do you!. Go right in,
Terri's expecting you."
They went into the back room.
"Doctor Martin!" the bubbling woman greeted Gloria warmly. "I have
looked forward to returning a little of what you did for me a while back."
She turned to Sam, and smiled, "Any you must be Samantha. Any friend of
Dr. Martin is welcome here!"
"Cut the Doctor stuff," Gloria said, smiling. "That's for my students
and patients. I'm Gloria to my friends."
"OK. Gloria it is!," the woman agreed. "Now, my book says I'm to do
Samantha here. I'll do you for free at the same time, Gloria."
Gloria laughed. "Not me! I don't think it would go over too well with
the bunch of old fogies on the university board."
"Oh, well. The offer stands any time," the woman said. "Well, let's get
started with Samantha then. Come on, Sam."
Sam followed the woman into a room filled with racks and racks of
clothing. He noticed immediately that most of the clothing was fit for bed,
and not for the street.
"By the way, I'm Terri," the woman said, "and I'm the photographer here."
"Hi, Terri," Sam said, "but I don't really think I need any pictures."
"Oh, phooey," Terri said, wrinkling her nose. "Every woman needs a few
good pictures. Your friends are giving you a full set, so why not take
advantage of it?"
Sam couldn't assail that kind of logic. Anyway, with the group having
arranged this, he figured he had better go along with it. Besides that, it
was hard not to go along with the bubbling enthusiasm Terri was showing. He
decided he liked her.
Terri went to the racks, and asked, "What size are you, Sam?"
Sam had absolutely no idea. No one had ever told him anything about
sizes. Women's clothing sizes had always confused him at any rate.
"I don't know," he confessed.
"Oh, that's OK," Terri laughed. "Let's see if I can find something here."
The baby doll nightgown she brought back and held up to him was one of
the briefest, sheerest, laciest, and most sexy things he had ever seen. His
mind pictured Terri wearing it, and felt his crotch get damp.
Terri could not see his wetness, but his face bared the whole story. She
laughed, and handed it to him.
"Not me, silly," she said, still laughing. "Take your clothes off, and
slip this on."
"Wait a minute," Sam protested. "What kind of photography studio is this
anyhow."
"Why, I do boudoir photography, of course," Terri answered, giggling.
"Come on, you'll like it. It is kind of fun," Terri persisted.
"Well, OK," Sam conceded, catching a glimpse of Gloria just outside the
room.
"When you have changed, just go through the door over there," Terri said,
pointing. "I'll be waiting for you."
Sam stripped, and put the little nightie on. He felt ridiculous. What
skin was not bare, and there a lot of that, could be plainly seen through the
fabric of the baby doll. Even where it doubled over the panty, the skin was
clearly visible. And, it was cut to reveal a lot more. It fastened with a
single snap just below his breasts, and swept up in a curve to his shoulders,
leaving a good two thirds of his breasts showing. The skirt part also swept
off in a curve, leaving the panties plain to see. He sighed and went into
the other room.
Gloria was in the room now, and Carol had arrived. He blushed as he
noticed them looking at him.
Terri came over, and led him to a stool.
"I think we need to do something about your make-up and hair," she said,
and quickly began working on his face and hair.
Sam could not see what she was doing, but she was obviously experienced
at this kind of thing. She only took a few minutes, but Sam figured she had
done something to every inch of skin above his shoulders. His hair felt
different now too.
"I think that does it," Terri said, gaily.
She led Sam over to a big, canopied bed, and had him lie on it.
"All right, Sam," she directed, "on your belly, and lift yourself up a
little on your forearms. Then, look at me and smile."
Sam tried it, very awkwardly.
Terri laughed, and rearranged the position of his arms and upper body
into the position she wanted. She got her camera, and began taking pictures
of him lying there. She seemed to move all around the bed seeking different
angles.
"Very good, Sam," Terri bubbled. "Are you sure you haven't done this
before?"
Sam laughed at the ridiculous question, and Terri took more pictures.
"OK, roll on your side," Terri directed. Then laughing, "Maybe I had
better help out."
Terri arranged him into some different positions, taking pictures every
time she moved an arm or leg.
Sam though it was pretty easy, and with Terri laughing, the feeling of
joy was contagious. He rather enjoyed the attention.
"Now, I want you to get up, and SLOWLY, take off the baby doll," Terry
said, her voice still bubbling over.
She took a lot of pictures as Sam took the garment off. Then, she
arranged him on a fur rug, and took a lot more pictures of him in various
positions.
"Terri," Carol questioned.
"Huh?" Terri responded.
"Sam had some books, and we thought maybe he might like to try looking
like some of these." She handed the girly magazine to Terri.
Terri laughed. "Sure, those are easier than what we have been doing.
Sam's heart sank as he recognized the magazine, but his trepidation soon
evaporated under Terri's bubbling personality and gentle arrangements. Even
the shots she took of his opened legs were sort of fun.
"Sam," Terri said at last, laughing. "I have taken six rolls of film. I
thinks that is enough for one session."
Sam felt a little disappointed. He had been less than eager to begin,
but he got into this posing easily under Terri's tutelage. He did feel a
little tired though.
"Go ahead and get dressed," Terri bubbled. "We'll meet you out front."
Sam got dressed, and went out into the front of the studio. Terri was
standing with Carol and Gloria, still trying to get Gloria to pose for her.
Terri came over and gave Sam a big hug. She laughed, "Sam, you were one
of the easiest models I have had in a long time. I know you are going to
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love the pictures."
Sam did not know what to say. He liked Terri, and did not want to hurt
her, but the mention of the pictures brought reality back. He mumbled some
thanks.
Chapter 43 - You Gotta Go Shopping!
"Well, it is getting late, and I'm getting hungry," Carol broke in.
Sam, Carol and Gloria went off to find something to eat. They were all
in good spirits, including, unaccountably, Sam.
After lunch, another salad bar affair, the girls went looking in the
stores at the mall. Even Sam had to admire some of the pretty dresses,
something he had been reluctant to do before this. Terri's spirit was still
keeping him buoyed up, he thought.
They were in one of the larger, high priced department stores when Gloria
stopped and called them over to one of the dress racks. She picked up a
dress, and showed it to the others.
"It's heavenly," Carol swooned.
"Er, it's pretty," Sam said, trying to keep in the spirit of the trip.
It was a pretty dress. The silk fabric had a rich feel, as different
shades of red were stitched in various geometric patterns on the bright red
base cloth. Even the puff sleeves were done this way. The neck line had a
thin white lace border to accent it, and it had a belt of the same fabric as
the dress.
"Try it on, Sam," Gloria said, smiling.
Sam did not want to try on another dress, but the expectant looks of the
others left him little choice. He found the dressing room, and tried the
dress on. It felt so silky and smooth, and just radiated sex. He stepped
out of the cubicle for the others to see.
He took their breath away. With the cosmetics from Terri's studio still
on, the dress looked like it was made just for him.
At last, they stopped looking, and had him change back into his street
clothes. They bought the dress as they left the store.
Carol and Gloria hustled Sam across the mall to a store he knew was the
biggest branch of the biggest shoe store in town. They found a sales lady,
and asked about shoes and a bag to match the dress they had just bought.
They showed the dress to the sales girl.
"I don't think we have that kind of pattern," the girl said, "but I do
think I have something for you to see."
The girl returned from the back carrying several boxes. She seated them
in the fitting area, and opened a box.
The pump shoe in it matched the color of the dress exactly, but it was
covered in a velvet material instead of a pattern. The three inch spike heel
was leather, but even it was colored to match the shoe.
The girl tried the shoe on Sam's foot, and it fit nicely. He could even
walk in it, at least as well as he could in other heels by now.
The girl also produced a matching purse. It was kind of small, and had a
short gold link chain to hold onto, but it looked very nice with the shoes.
As a finale, the girl produced a rhinestone covered bow, which she clipped to
the toe of the shoe. The ensemble took on an elegance from the simple
addition.
Gloria paid the girl, and they all left the mall.
"Oh," Gloria said, "Susan called before we left the office. I need to
get Sam over to Darlene's to pick up her dress."
"That's a great idea," Carol agreed readily. "Maybe Darlene can do a
dress like the one we just got for me."
There were a few people in Darlene's when they got there. It did not
stop Darlene from coming over and hugging the three in way of greeting.
"Sam's dress is ready," she said, "and would you mind taking Susan's with
you as well?"
"No problem at all, Dar," Gloria answered, smiling at her old sorority
sister.
"I guess that does it then," Darlene said, handing the garment bags to
Sam.
"Well, not quite," Carol interjected. "We found the most darling dress
for Sam earlier. I was wondering if you could make one like it for me."
"I don't see why not," Darlene said. "Let me have a look."
Carol opened the dress box, and held the dress up for Darlene to examine.
Darlene began to laugh, and Carol looked puzzled.
"I didn't know those were on the racks already," Darlene explained.
"That one is part of my new collection. I have everything right here, and
can make you a copy by tomorrow afternoon if you need it that quickly."
Now Carol and Gloria were laughing. They knew Darlene, and should have
figured the dress was one of hers.
Carol glanced at her watch, and said quickly, "My golly, it is getting
late. I have to get home. My date is picking me up in a couple of hours,
and I have to get ready."
The others laughed, even Sam, but went off in their own directions.
Chapter 44 - Preparations
Gloria delivered Sam to Susan's apartment, and explained about the dress.
Susan was delighted when she saw it, and insisted that Sam model it for her.
Then, Gloria departed to get ready for her date that night.
Sam changed back into his street clothes, and watched television with
Susan for a half hour or so.
"Well, Sam, dear," Susan said, as soon as Oprah went off. "It is about
time to start getting ready for our night out."
"Go in and take a nice bubble bath," she continued. "I will be in to
help you in a bit."
Sam, now figuring they were going out for the night, went in to get
cleaned up. He caught a glance at his face in the dresser mirror, and really
liked what Terri's cosmetics had done for him. He almost wished he did not
have to wash them off.
Fresh underwear was laying on the bed when Sam finished drying and got
back into the room. It was styled the same, but seemed thinner, and had lace
trim around all the openings on the panties. The garter belt was lacier as
well. The was no bra. He slipped the clothes on, and Susan returned to the
room.
Susan seated him at the dressing table, and began working on his face
with lots of powders, lotions and creams. It took her longer than it had
taken Terri that morning, but she finally got done, and Sam saw himself in
the mirror.
Where he had been attractive before, Susan's artistry had made his face
beautiful. It was smooth, and the colors on his face blended together to
give it a healthy, natural glow. The eyes were lined in black, and the pale
rose shadow seemed to draw attention to them. Even his lips were shiny and
smooth. He liked the look immediately.
Susan gave him a petticoat to put on, and then handed him the red dress.
He put them on, and looked at himself in the mirror. The effect was stunning.
"Wait here just one minute," Susan directed, and quickly went into her
room.
She returned a minute later with some jewelry boxes. She took out Sam's
studs, and slipped some heavier earrings into his ears, then put a necklace
around his neck. Finally, she put a bracelet on his wrist. Sam saw from the
bracelet that he was wearing the rubies they had bought earlier in the week.
When he looked in the mirror this time, the transformation was
unbelievable. The dress and the jewelry each seemed to add to the other's
beauty, and reflected on him as well. He decided he looked good enough to
eat.
They went out to the living room to wait. Susan cautioned him to be
careful, so as not to mess up the makeup or wrinkle the dress.
A short time later, the doorbell rang. Susan answered it, and two men
walked into the living room.
One of the guys was tall, with long hair, and looked muscular. Tom was
the other one.
Sam stood up, and Tom whistled at him. A big grin formed on Tom's face.
"You are beautiful, Sam," Tom whispered.
For some reason, Sam liked that.
"Oh! I almost forgot," Tom said, producing a box from behind his back.
He reached into the box, and produced a white orchid corsage. He moved
his hands towards Sam haltingly, as if to decide what to do with the flower.
Susan laughed, and took the flower form Tom. She pinned it on Sam's
bodice and laughed, "Tom, you never could figure out how to put a corsage on
a lady!"
"Oh!" Susan exclaimed. "Samantha this is Jeff Rivers. He's one of the
baseball players from the local team. Jeff, this is Sam."
Jeff held Sam's hand a little longer than normal during the introduction.
"Anybody hungry?" Tom asked, grasping Sam by the bare arm.
They all laughed. Jeff took Susan's arm, and they all went down to their
cars.
Chapter 45 - Dating Games
Tom's arm was draped across Sam's shoulders during the drive to the
restaurant. His touch brought back the feeling of Mark's touch, but even
more intensely.
The restaurant was the best French restaurant in town. The waiters were
in tuxedos, and very solicitous towards the customers. It even had a
somalier, complete with a big key around his neck. The maitre d'hotel
greeted Tom, Jeff and Susan as long lost friends, by first name. They were
escorted directly to their table.
The meal was typical French cuisine. Several courses of small medallions
of meat, fancy cut vegetables, many flavorful sauces and spices, and
continuous wine were served.
After coffee, Susan suggested that she and Sam needed to go "powder their
noses." Sam followed her to the ladies room.
Seated on the sofa, Susan deftly repaired Sam's make-up, then began
teaching.
"We have to give the men some time for some boy talk," she said.
"In the meantime, you look lovely, and you are handling yourself like a
perfect lady. Keep it up."
"Thank you, Susan. Somehow, it just seems right tonight," Sam conceded
with a shy smile.
They chatted lightly for a little bit, then went back to join Tom and
Jeff.
"I thought you two must have gotten lost," Jeff quipped.
Everyone laughed.
Sam noticed the butts from two cigars in the ashtray, and a couple of
empty brandy snifters on the table. He felt a little left out at not being
able to join in on the men's talk as well.
"Well, ladies," Tom began, "I think it must be time to go dancing."
All his feelings of being left out evaporated as Tom took him by the arm,
and they went out to the car again.
Sam unconsciously snuggled closer to Tom, whose arm again rested across
his bare shoulders, during the drive to the club.
Baron's is not exactly a formal night club, but it is not a common bar
with a dance floor either. It is the kind of place where men wear suits, not
tuxedos, and women wear pretty party dresses. Sam, Tom, Susan and Jeff fit
into the niche exactly this evening.
The live band was playing some soft music as they entered and were
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"Oh, well," Jeff said, with an exaggerated sigh.
Terri stood, and handed the thick envelope to Susan, then grabbed Jeff by
the arm to lead him out.
"You can put your eyes back in your head now, Jeff," she laughed. "We
are going."
Jeff, Terri and Susan were laughing as the couple left the apartment.
Sam was not sure what to make of the situation.
Susan put the package on the coffee table, and led Sam back to the
bedroom. They needed to finish getting him dressed before Tom did arrive.
Susan had just finished showing him how to put on the long, formal gloves
when the door bell rang again. Since he was now dressed, he followed her
into the living room. This time it was Tom. Tom was dressed in white tie,
complimenting their evening dress.
Tom greeted both Susan and Sam with a kiss. His kiss to Sam was a little
longer than Susan's, but neither was lacking. He complimented both on their
looks, and sat on the sofa. Sam joined him there.
"Can I get you a drink, or some coffee," Sam said, eager to please him
for some reason.
"No thanks," Tom replied, laughing, "I will just drink in your beauty."
Sam blushed.
Tom saw the package on the coffee table, and picked it up. Sam's heart
sank.
Susan walked in again, now completely ready, and saw the package in Tom's
hands.
"Tom," she began, "those are some pictures we had done of Sam. Would you
like to see them?"
"Sure," Tom agreed readily.
"I haven't even seen them myself," Susan said. "They got here just
before you did."
Tom's eyes bulged visibly as he pulled the first picture from the
envelope. Susan murmured her appreciation, and Sam blushed redder and redder.
The first picture was one of the tamer ones of Sam on the bed in the
nightie. The second was another of those. The third one, however, was one
of the shots on the rug, with Sam posing like a Playboy bunny.
"I like this one," Tom said, laughing.
Susan laughed too. "I thought you would like that kind of picture. You
are just a typical male."
"Hey," Tom protested, "there isn't anything typical about me!"
"Well, I guess you do have a few good points," Susan admitted.
Tom gave her a big hug, "Just a few?"
He tickled her ribs, and Susan began laughing.
Sam, now beet red, simply sat in the corner, until Tom grabbed him for a
big hug and tickle too. Then, he began laughing and joining in the fun.
"Sam," Tom said, "these photos are fantastic. I wish I had thought of
this idea."
"You ARE a typical male," Sam said in mock hurt. "You just want this
poor woman's body."
"Well," Tom admitted, trying to sound serious, "there are some good
things to be said about women's bodies."
Tom and Susan could not hold back, and broke into laughter. Sam joined
in a moment later, still blushing.
Tom pulled more pictures from the envelope. He seemed to enjoy every one
of them.
"Tom," Susan said, "would you excuse us for a moment. I think we need to
powder our noses."
"Certainly," Tom agreed, "but don't be gone too long. I might do
something obscene to these photographs."
Susan and Tom were laughing as she led Sam into the bedroom.
"That was not planned," she explained to Sam after she closed the bedroom
door.
"But Tom likes the pictures, and I think they are fantastic too. Would
you like to give them to Tom?"
Sam blushed again. He did not know what to say. He was embarrassed by
the poses, but really did appreciate that Tom liked them.
"Oh, come on, Sam," Susan cajoled. "He has certainly seen all those
pictures show and more after last night. Besides, there really isn't much
you can see on a woman's body to be embarrassed about."
"Well," Sam hesitated, "I am having a hard time not being embarrassed.
On the other hand, Tom does seem to like those poses."
"It would be a nice gift, after all the joy he has given you," Susan
persisted.
"Oh, all right," Sam agreed, finally coming over to her arguments. "He
does like them, I think."
"Oh, he does that all right!" Susan laughed.
They both returned to the living room, where Tom was still looking at the
pictures.
"Tom," Susan said, "excuse me for a moment. I think Samantha wants a
word with you in private."
Susan went into her bedroom, and Tom looked at Sam, questioning.
"Er, Tom," Sam stumbled. "Do you really like the pictures?"
"Of course I do," Tom said. "They remind me of you, and the pleasure we
have enjoyed together."
"Um, well," Sam still stumbled, "why don't you keep them, then. As a
present from me."
"Thank you, Sam," Tom said graciously. "I will treasure the pictures,
and the gesture, forever."
Tom wrapped his arms around Sam and kissed him passionately.
"Ahem," Susan cleared her throat as she entered the room.
Tom rose, and hugged and kissed Susan.
"And thank you, Susan," he said. "I know you put Sam up to this."
"Oh, I did not," Susan protested. "It was Sam's decision."
"But I'll keep it in mind if it gets me a big hug and kiss like that next
time," she added quickly.
All three laughed.
"Oh!" Susan said. "Tom, why don't you take Sam's suitcase down to your
car while we wait for my date. Then we'll be all ready to go when he gets
here."
"Sounds good to me," Tom replied.
"It is just inside the bedroom door," Susan directed.
"Yes, ma'am," Tom said, miming a bell hop.
They were all laughing as Tom took the case down to the car.
Chapter 50 - A Night At the Club
When Tom returned, he had the baseball player that Susan had dated the
previous evening in tow. He also had a corsage box in his hands.
"Um," he said, "I found this jock downstairs looking lost. Did anyone
here lose a baseball player?"
Susan laughed delightedly as she turned to kiss the newcomer.
"I was so anxious to get up here, I forgot your corsage earlier," Tom
admitted, as he ineptly pinned the flower on Sam's dress.
"Thank, you Tom," Sam said. "It is lovely."
Susan laughed, "You still haven't learned how to pin flowers on a dress!"
She fixed the corsage on Sam's bodice to match her own. The flowers
complimented both women very well.
"Well," Tom said brightly, "I don't know about the ladies, but I do know
that we growing boys get hungry. And I'm still a growing boy!"
They all laughed, as the women joined arms with their dates to go out for
dinner.
As they walked to the cars, Sam felt the strangeness of the formal's
length brushing his stockings. It felt odd, and even with the long slit in
front, made walking a little more difficult. Tom did not seem to mind that
he leaned a little harder on his arm from time to time though.
Dinner was Chinese tonight. It was not the run-of-the mill, tourist
place, but rather a real, high class Chinese place run by real Chinese. Each
of the eleven courses served was so completely different in taste, that each
was a brand new treat. The only problem was that Sam had a little trouble
learning to manipulate the chopsticks in his formal gloves. Susan did not
seem to have that problem.
Like the night before, Susan and Sam went off to the ladies room after
the meal. Susan repaired Sam's lipstick, and they talked a while, allowing
the men to have their boy talk and cognac. Sam still felt left out by this.
"Sam," Susan counselled, "you have to remember this is a formal ball.
There will be a receiving line, and you have to remember to be on your best
behavior tonight."
"I'll try, Susan," Sam said, "but I never went to a real formal dance
before."
"Well, you don't want to embarrass Tom do you?" Susan asked.
"Oh, no. I'll try really hard to do things right," Sam said with
conviction.
"OK," Susan said, accepting his pledge, "I'll try to get Jeff and I ahead
of you in line. You just do what I do, and you should be all right."
"Thanks, Susan," Sam said, very much relieved.
They went out to join the men for coffee and transportation to the
country club.
Tom's arm draped across Sam's bare shoulders during the drive, and Sam
pressed his body closer. He enjoyed the feeling of being touched by this
man, and even his damp panties could not diminish the pleasure his touch
brought.
They arrived before Susan, and drove to the front door of the country
club. Tom got out of the car, handing the keys to a valet, and come over to
Sam's side of the car. Another valet had opened the door and assisted Sam
out of the seat, so they stood arm in arm while Susan and Jeff disembarked.
Susan whispered in Tom's ear, and she and Jeff went into the club first.
Tom and Sam were directly behind them.
The men in the receiving line were all in white tie, and the women in
formals. There were fifteen couples to greet, all considerably older than
Sam. He got through the ordeal by simply smiling a lot, and following
Susan's example.
Susan whispered in his ear, "You did fine. The rest is easy."
The band was already playing, so the two couples went to the dance floor.
It was a strange environment, and Sam pressed even more closely to Tom
than usual during the dance. Tom did not seem to mind.
The long skirt of his dress kept bothering him, but the proximity to Tom
made up for it. He just drifted in Tom's arms, letting him do all the work
of leading.
As they danced, Sam felt a strange hardness through the thin fabric of
his dress. Tom was getting an erection here on the dance floor!
"Don't hold me so tightly," Tom whispered in Sam's ear. "You seem to be
having an effect on me. I think we'll need to dance another song now, at
least."
Sam could hardly object. After all, he was enjoying being wrapped in
Tom's arms, and knew he did not want to subject Tom to the embarrassment of
walking through the crowd with an erection showing. He just smiled, and made
an effort not to press so tightly to Tom's body.
Three songs later, they joined Susan and Jeff at a table. A passing
waiter delivered champagne as Tom seated him.
Now Sam had another problem. The long slit in the front of his skirt
wanted to fall down off his legs. He tried to be casual, and arrange the
skirt to cover the legs better. He could only hope he did it casually enough
to get away with it.
Before long, the other women of the group came in with their own dates.
All of them were present, and each looked lovely in their formals.
Carol was with a guy named Ed tonight. Sam guessed that Greg didn't fit
into this crowd too well.
Gloria, Lois and Gwen all introduced their dates as doctors. The three
couples seemed quite at ease with each other, and Sam guessed they had dated
many times before.
Sharon's date was Harold, the man Sam used to think owned the
neighborhood bar where this whole thing started. In his tuxedo, Harold did
not look out of place here, and he did not seem to recognize Sam from the old
days at all. He and Sharon seemed at ease with each other too.
Jane's date was one of the executives from the office where Sam used to
work. He did not seem to recognize Sam either, even though Sam knew that
Jane had posted before and after pictures in the ladies room at the office.
Sam did not know the guy too well when he worked there anyway. Jane and he
did not seem like a boss and his secretary either. In fact, he seemed to
defer to her.
Darlene and Cindy were also there, both looking stunning in what were,
obviously, original designer gowns from their shop. He missed their dates'
names, but the men reeked of old money.
Like the night before, Tom made a point of dancing with each of the
women. And, again like the night before, the ladies' dates each danced with
Sam. Tonight, he enjoyed dancing with all of the men.
A few other men came over, and Sam danced with them as well. Each was a
perfect gentleman, and showed no signs of being on a "pick-up patrol." Of
course, most of them were older anyhow.
Tom got through with his rounds, and danced with Sam again. It took all
of Sam's concentration to avoid pressing too close to him and repeating the
earlier embarrassing situation.
The band took a break around ten o'clock, and Tom took Sam outside on the
patio to "get some fresh air." Actually, the patio was dark, and there were
several pillars to conceal people. The first two they tried were occupied,
but they found privacy, and kissed passionately behind the third. They
returned to the ballroom when the strains of the music began again.
The next few hours repeated the first. Tom danced with all the women
again, and Sam danced with a lot of different men. None seemed so good to
him as Tom, but he enjoyed the experience.
Coffee was served when the band broke at midnight, then the third set of
songs began. Tom and Sam kept to themselves for the rest of the evening.
The dance ended at about two in the morning, again with more coffee.
Obviously, the club did not want to lose any of its high priced members to
drinking and driving accidents.
Just before they left, Sam went to the ladies room. Susan was there
already, and the two chatted briefly about the lovely dance.
"Have fun tonight, Sam," Susan said, as she left the room.
Sam went out to meet Tom for another night of pleasure, he thought.
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