The Adventures of Samantha



1 Chapter :


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.


2 Chapter -    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.


3 Chapter -    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.


4 Chapter -    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.

"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.


5 Chapter -    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.


6 Chapter -    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
put it in her purse.

"You will be all right for a while," Susan said.  "I have to go do some
shopping."

Susan left the room without another glance.

Sam bowed his head in dejection.  He then noticed how large is breasts were
now.  He stood, walked over to the dressing table, and looked in the mirror.

His butt had grown larger, and rounder, as well, and his waist looked
nipped.  He had the figure of a good looking woman now.

As he was discovering the changes, Sharon had picked up the clothing so
recently discarded, and placed it in the hamper.  She left Sam with his
thoughts as she left the bedroom.

Sam, depressed, lay down on the bed.  Everything was happening too fast for
him.  He just lay there, mindless, for an hour.

At last, Susan returned.  She had a bunch of shopping bags with her as she
entered the room.

"Why so quiet, Samantha," she asked.

"Well don't talk," she continued.  "Just stand up."

Susan dug into one of the bags, and pulled a box out.  She opened the box,
and handed a brand new bra to Sam.

"This one should fit now," she said.  "Try it on."

Sam put the bra on, like he had the training bra that morning.  He was
becoming more facile working behind his back, and the bra went on easily.
It fit snugly, but there was no constriction.

Susan dug into another bag, pulling out a large box.  She opened the box,
and pulled a panty liner out.  Then, she dug into another bag, pulling out a
pair of the skimpiest, laciest panties Sam had ever seen.  She stuck the
liner into the panty's crotch, and handed them to Sam.

When Sam pulled the panties up, he found they hardly covered anything except
his crotch.  They also felt wierd, like cardboard, with the panty liner in
them.

Susan was still digging through the bags, when she pulled out a blouse.  She
handed it over to Sam.

This one did not have any sleeves at all.  It also buttoned in the back, and
the neckline looked awfully low to Sam.  He put his arms through the holes,
confirming the neckline was very low, and struggled to button the back.  He
finally got it done, and looked down.  The tops of his breasts were clearly
visible over the fabric of the blouse.  The outline of the bra was also
clearly defined through the fabric.

Susan handed a skirt over to Sam.  Sam held it up.  It was constructed very
similar to the one of the morning, except it was shorter, and straight.  It
was all pink.

He undid the button, and slipped it over his head.  He got the button and
zipper up with little problem this time.

Susan now came over and sat next to him on the bed.  She had a plastic egg
in her hand.  Jake knew pantyhose often came in such eggs.  He also knew he
had no idea in the world how to get into pantyhose.

Susan broke the egg open, and pulled the pantyhose out.  She found the
waistband, and began rolling it all the way down one leg.  When it was
rolled all the way to the toe, she slipped the toe over Sam's foot.  She
then unrolled the hose until she got to his knee.  She then rolled the other
leg, and repeated the process.  Then she brought the rest of the panty hose
up, until the waistband was snug on Sam's waist.

Susan went back to her bags, and pulled a shoe box out of one of them.  She
pulled a pair of pumps out of the box, in pink to match the skirt Sam now
wore.

She handed them to Sam, who slipped them on his feet.

Once again, Susan searched through the bags, this time coming out with a
shoulder purse.  It was just a plain black purse with a long strap on it.
She laid that on the bed.

She now came out with several smaller boxes.  She opened each, until a
necklace, bracelet, and a pair of earrings were exposed.  She quickly placed
these on Sam.

Finally, she brought a tube of lipstick out of the bags.  It was a hot pink,
close to the color of the skirt and shoes.  She opened the package, and
opened the tube up.

"Sit very still," Susan said.

Jake sat still, while Susan put the greasy stuff all over his lips."Take the
paper wadding out of the purse, Sam," she commanded.

Susan put the lipstick inside the purse, and said, "Put the strap over your
shoulder, and let's go into the next room."

Sam almost tripped and fell as he began to follow her.  He was not used to 3
inch spike heels.  He found he had to take shorter steps, and walk more
slowly.

When he got to the living room, Susan was already on the sofa, lying back
exhausted from her quick trip to the mall.  The other women were leaning
forward in their seats, though.

Sam felt himself on center stage again.

"Lovely," said Gwen.

"Very pretty," echoed Lois.

And so it went, as all the women expressed their pleasure at Sam and his new
clothes.

"We have tried to keep her hair looking reasonable," Sharon spoke, breakin
the spell, "but I think she's ready for a salon treatment now.  We also have
to take her shopping.  She can't go for long with one miniskirt."

Sam sat on the edge of the sofa, stunned by these revelations.  They were
going to take him out in public looking like this.

"Well, let's get this show on the road before it gets too late," Jane
suggested.


7 Chapter -    Getting Ready


As Sam heard the plans being made for him, he grew concerned, then turned up
his resolve at the prospect of going to a beauty salon.

"No," he cried.  "I won't do it.  Change me back, and let me go home."

The women sat stunned for a moment.

"Well, if that is how you feel about it," Gloria began, "I guess we don't
have much choice.  Girls!  Hold her down."

Suddenly, Susan and Lois grabbed Sam's arms, flinging him to the floor face
down.  Jane and Gwen grasped him by the ankles as he hit the floor.  Squirm
though he tried, Sam could not break free of the women's hold on him.

Gloria had gone to the bedroom, and Sam now saw her returning, with the
needle held out in front of her.  She already had the protective cap off,
and was squirting a drop from the needle as she came closer.  She had an
alcohol swab in her other hand.

She knelt down by Sam, and lifted his skirt until it was over his waist.
Then, she calmly began swabbing his hip with the alcohol.  Sam's panties
were brief enough that she didn't have to move them out of the way at all.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes as he saw the resolve in the women's eyes.
They looked absolutely serious to him.  He felt his own resolve lessening.

"I guess you like being a woman enough already to want to join us
permanently," Gloria was saying, as she adjusted the hypodermic in her
hands.

At once, Sam's resolve and determination broke down.

"No, please," he began to cry.  "Don't stick me.  I'll do anything you ask."

"That is a much, much better response," Gloria said.

Gloria looked at each of the other women, and each nodded her head briefly.

Gloria pulled Sam's skirt back down over his panties, then patted his butt.

"Oh, so you don't really want to be one of us forever," she said laughing.
"Well, I guess we can wait to see what develops.  But, in case you try
something silly like this again, I'll just keep the syringe in my purse."

The women holding his limbs released their grip, and Sam sat up, cowed and
ashamed.

"You were getting to be such a good girl, until now," Susan added.

"I know I could use a perm," Susan continued.

"So could I," joined Jane.

"Why don't Jane and I take Samantha here down to Aileen's, while the rest of
you go home and get dressed," Susan suggested.  "We can make a full day of
it, then go dancing tonight."

"Well, we have been so busy planning this that we have not been out for some
fun for a few weeks," Lois opined.  "That sounds like a good plan to me."

The women all agreed to the plan, and they would all meet in an hour or two
at Aileen's beauty shop.

Susan was dressed in a plain skirt and blouse combination, while Jane was in
jeans and a top.

"If we are going to make a full day of it," Jane said, "I'll have to go home
and change."

"We're about the same size," Susan said.  "I have a darling little dress
that would look lovely on you.  Come on."

Susan and Jane went into Susan's bedroom to change their clothes.

Sam sulked miserably on the sofa, while the other women waited in the living
room for Susan and Jane to come back before going their separate ways.

Shortly, the two women returned, now dressed in frilly dresses with floral
patterns.  Jane had even borrowed a pair of heels from Susan.  They both
looked ready for anything.

The two women picked up their purses, and turned to Sam.

"Come along, Samantha," Susan said, "And be a good girl for us."

"Oh, I think I can assure that," Jane commented, as she stood up and went
into the kitchen.

Jane rooted around in the kitchen drawers until she found a small squeeze
bottle.  She filled it about halfway full with water from the tap, and
dumped the powder from Gloria's envelope into it.  Then, she stuck a leak
proof top on the bottle, and returned to the living room.

She held up the bottle, so Sam could see it clearly.

"Sam, darling," she said.  "I dissolved the final dose powder into water,
and put it in this bottle.  I'll bet I can get enough down your throat to do
the job if you try anything stupid."

"Great idea, Jane," Susan said, smiling.  "Lets be off, then."

Sulking, Sam followed Susan and Jane out into the hallway.

The trio almost got as far as the elevator, when Gwen came running out of
the apartment.

"Sam forgot her purse," she explained, handing the shoulder bag over to Sam.

"Thanks, Gwen," Susan said.  "We'll see you in a bit down at Aileen's."

The girls decided to take Jane's car, a two door sedan.  Jane got in the
driver's seat, and unlocked the passenger side for the others.

"Why don't you get in the back, Samantha," Susan suggested, sounding more
like an order than an option.  With that, she pulled the front seat forward
so Sam could get in the rear.

Jane drove them all to the largest shopping mall in the city.


8 Chapter -    Aileen's


Aileen's proved to be in one of the outer buildings, not in the mall itself.
It was a large concrete building, with lots of plate glass windows.  They
could see a dozen or so women inside as they pulled into a parking slot.

As they got out of the car and walked to the beauty salon, Sam considered
that he had no desire to be there, he didn't know what went on in one of
these "hen coops," and it would probably hurt.  He dropped behind the
others.

Noticing Sam lagging a step or so, Jane turned to him and opened her purse.
The squeeze bottle was plainly visible to Sam.  Jane simply smiled as Sam
hurried to join the others.

As they entered Aileen's, Sam was stunned to see a woman he'd taken to bed
before come over to the others and greet them warmly.  He knew Aileen, but
hadn't known she ran a beauty parlor.

"This is Samantha," Jane was saying to Aileen.  "She's the one we were
discussing last week."

Aileen looked Sam over critically.  Then she smiled and said, "Hi, Sam.
Gloria sure did a nice job on you."

"What will it be girls," Aileen continued to all three.

"I think I'll just have a wash and set," Jane answered.

"I need a cut and perm," Susan began, "and Sam here needs the works.  Could
you make sure she gets a chair in the back, so she will have to pass us to
leave?"

"No problem at all, Susan," Aileen replied.  "Come along girls."

As they followed Aileen down the aisle of beautician's chairs, Sam was
assaulted by some rather strange, and unpleasant smells.  His apprehension
deepened as he tried to consider the implications of "the works."

Jane was seated first, then Susan a few chairs later.  Sam dutifully
followed Aileen to a chair in the very back of the parlor.

As Sam sat down in the chair, a woman took his purse, putting it on a
counter behind him, and placed a plastic bib around his neck.  He saw that
it covered his bust line, and had a kind of trap built in, probably to catch
falling hair, he decided.

Aileen leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Cross your legs, Sam.  All the
women who come here wear panties, and they don't need to see yours."

Sam flushed a bright red, as Aileen smiled at him.  He crossed his legs,
knee over knee, as he had seen women do for years, finding the position not
uncomfortable, if a little strange.

"Good," Aileen beamed.  "This is Carol," she indicated a woman dressed in a
white uniform.  "She will wash your hair and prepare you.  I think I'll do
you myself."

With that, Aileen went off to visit some of the other patrons, and Carol
moved in.

Sam was still pondering what the preparation was all about, when he felt the
back of the chair lean fully back.

Carol immediately took off the rubber band holding his hair, and he felt it
fall into a wash basin.  Carol then began spraying it with water.  She
shampooed, and rinsed, then wrapped Sam's hair with a towel.  She rubbed the
hair vigorously for a few minutes, then took the towel off, and began
squeezing some kind of liquid from another bottle onto the hair.  This done,
she raised the chair back to the upright position, and brushed Sam's still
damp hair with a stiff plastic brush.

Aileen came back while Carol was finishing the brushing.  "Thanks, Carol,"
she said as Carol went off somewhere else.

"You know, I haven't seen you in ages," Aileen said, "and I must say you are
looking much better than ever."

As she was making conversation, Aileen was cutting and combing Sam's hair.
Every few seconds, she stepped back and inspected her work.

At last Aileen got done cutting, and grabbed a box of hair rollers.  She
made a number of strands from Sam's hair, and rolled each one on a separate
roller.  Then, she got some sort of smelly liquid out, and doused the hair
on each of the rollers with the stuff.  This done, she brought out a mesh
cap, which she place over the now rolled hair.

"I'm going to do a real special job on you," Aileen confided, "in memory of
our previous acquaintance." She laughed.

"Come over to the dryers," she said, leading Sam over to an area filled with
dome shaped hair dryers.

She placed Sam in one of the chairs, and drew one of the domes down over his
head.  Sam felt the intense heat from the dryer immediately as she turned it
on.

Another woman came over to Sam's dryer, and Aileen introduced him to Sandy,
the manicurist.  Sandy took Sam's hand and began working, while Aileen
walked away again.

While Sam's hair was drying, Sandy was doing his nails.  She was done a few
minutes before Aileen came back.  Sam's nails were now definitely shaped
like a woman's, and a bright scarlet to boot.

Aileen felt under the dryer.  Sam's hair was still a bit damp.  So, Aileen
handed Sam a copy of Vogue, and walked away.

Sam was not interested in Vogue at all, but it was something to do while he
was stuck under the dryer.  He began leafing through the magazine.  Seeing
all the ads for hair care products, he began to wonder what he would end up
looking like.

Aileen returned, and again felt Sam's hair.  Satisfied this time, she turned
the dryer off, and removed the dome.  She told him he could keep the
magazine as he came back to the chair they had used before.

Sam was more interested in what Aileen was doing to him than in the
magazine.  He felt her remove the mesh, then the rollers, then brush his
hair out.  Then, she began combing, and brushing, and trimming the hair, in
what seemed to be a totally unorganized manner.

Still inspecting every once in a while, she got to the point where she
seemed pleased, and began to spray some hair spray on Sam's head.  She still
kept combing and brushing, only occasionally trimming now.

"That looks lovely on her," he heard Susan say to Aileen.  He now noticed
that Susan and Jane were both standing with Aileen.  Their treatments must
be done.

Aileen agreed, then grabbed a pair of tweezers, and began shaping Sam's
eyebrows.  She took some torture implement, and shaped Sam's eyelashes.  She
then proceeded to eyeliner, mascara, apply eye shadow, blusher, and finally
lipstick.  Then, she took a pad, and put a light coat of powder over the
whole face.

"How about the ears," Aileen asked.

"Yes.  I think so," Susan agreed.

Jane simply nodded.

Aileen grabbed something that looked like a manual paper puncher.  She went
to one of Sam's ears, and fitted the instrument over it.  Then she pressed
down.

Sam felt a sharp, severe pain in his earlobe, as the device pierced his ear.
It subsided a bit until Aileen stuck a gold post earring through the hole
she had created.  She did the same thing with the other ear, much to Sam's
pain and chagrin.

Aileen then took a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and rubbed it all over
Sam's earlobes.  She stepped back to admire her work.

"Very nice, Aileen," Jane said.

"She is lovely," Susan agreed.

With these votes of approval, Aileen removed the bib.  She brought a mirror
over so that Sam could see the results of her work.

Sam looked at the lovely woman staring back at him from the mirror.  There
was only a faint similarity to what he had looked like.  No one would ever
mistake him for a guy with this hairdo, and all the cosmetics on his face.

"Oh, oh," Aileen said.  "I'll have to do something about those underarms."

Sam knew there was hair on his underarms, it had been there all his life.
It was natural.  He looked down to see why Aileen had been so agitated.
There wasn't as much hair as usual, but it still looked reasonable normal to
Sam.

"Put your arms up over your head, Sam," was Aileen's instruction.

As Sam complied, Aileen rubbed shaving cream all over his underarms.  Then,
she took a safety razor, and shaved all the hair off.  Sam started to put
his arms down, but Aileen stopped him.

"Not quite done, Sam," she said, and proceeded to put powder over the newly
shaved skin.

His underarms now felt strange, being bare.  But then, everything else felt
strange as well.  He meekly sighed in resigned acceptance.

Jane said, "Come along, Sam.  The others have arrived, and we have a big day
ahead of us."

The three walked to the front of the shop with Aileen.

"Don't worry about Sam," Aileen said.  "Her treatment is on the house, for
old time's sake."

All the women giggled at that, since the others had joined them by now.

On that note, the group walked out of the beauty shop, across the parking
lot, and into the mall proper.


9 Chapter -    Shopping


They entered the mall though one of the keystone department stores.  As is
usual, the found themselves in the women's department as they entered.
There were racks and racks of skirts and dresses, tops and pants, before
them, and the women led Sam through most of them, every once in a while
pulling something or other out for a closer look.

They obviously didn't see anything overly interesting, as they led Sam
through the store and out into the mall proper.

"It is about lunch time," Gwen announced.

The girls discussed where to eat as they walked down the mall.  Sam, of
course, did not have any input into the discussion.  They finally decided on
one of the mall's shops named "The Hungry Rabbit."

The women entered the restaurant, selecting a large table so they could all
be seated together.  After the waitress brought over the menus, the talk was
cheerfully about the quality and kind of food served there.  Some of the
girls had eaten there before, some had not.  Sam would not have been caught
dead in a place like this before today, and sat quietly, being ignored by
the others.

They finally decided to let Susan order for them.

Sam began to feel strange.  Well, he'd been feeling strange for over a day
now, but he felt even stranger now.  He also began to have an urge to use
the rest room.

Something must have shown on Sam's face, because Gwen looked at him and
said, "What is the matter, Sam?"

"I don't feel right," he replied, "and I have to use the rest room.

Gwen immediately stood up and come over to Sam's chair.  She put her hands
on Sam's shoulders, and told him to follow her.

"Lois and Gloria, I think you had better come too," she added to the others.

Gwen walked with Sam to the rear of the restaurant, finding a door clearly
marked "Ladies." She pushed it open, and led Sam inside.

Sam hesitated for a moment at the doorway.  This was not right.  He was a
guy.  What was he doing going into the Ladies room.  He considered that he
might even get arrested for it.  Then, he remembered what he looked like
now, and followed Gwen inside.

"You better use the toilet now," Gwen said.  "When you are finished, we will
sit on the couch over there and see what is wrong."

Sam took a few unsteady steps towards the two stalls.

"I think I had better keep an eye on Sam," Gwen said to the others, as she
followed Sam to the stall.

Sam reached under his skirt, and pushed the pantyhose and panties down to
his knees.  Then, he lifted the skirt and sat on the toilet.  He began to
urinate.

From the door of the stall, Gwen notices some bright red blotches on Sam's
panty liner.  That sight reassured her.

When Sam was done, he got a few squares of tissue to dry himself internally.
He wiped, and streaky blood showed on the tissue.  He noticed it before
dropping the tissue into the bowl.

Gwen saw his look of concern, and reassured him gently, "Don't worry, Sam.
It just looks like your period is beginning."

Gwen reached into her purse, retrieving a small cylinder wrapped in paper.
She peeled the paper off to reveal the cardboard cylinder.

"Hold still, Sam," she cautioned.  "This won't hurt, but it might feel a
little strange to you."

Gwen inserted one end of the tube into Sam's vagina, wiggled it a little to
make sure it was in the correct position, and squeezed the tube so it
collapsed to about half its original length.

Sam felt the tube enter him.  That in itself was strange, but then felt
something going deeper inside him, as Gwen collapsed the cylinder.  He felt
Gwen removing the cylinder, but whatever went deeper remained in place.

"I've just inserted a tampon, Sam," she explained.  "It should trap the
discharge, and you should feel a little less strange in a few minutes.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The others began nibbling at their salads too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


10 Chapter -    Meeting With The Law


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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello again, Jane," the Lieutenant said.

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

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

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

Gwen, Sam and Jane followed her into the office.

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

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

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

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

Sam was astounded, but complied with the demand.

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

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

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

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

Jane, Gwen and the Lieutenant broke out in laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

"Samantha come along with me," she continued.

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

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

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

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

"Any time, Jane," the Lieutenant replied.

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


11 Chapter -    More Shopping


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The whole herd moved off in the direction indicated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The waitress noted the orders, and walked away.

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

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

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

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

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

He blurted, "No."

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you feel now?" she inquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan paid the bill with the credit card again.

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

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

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

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

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

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


12 Chapter -    Darlene's


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Follow me," came the response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As she finished, Jane returned to the dressing room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam was not amused by what he was now wearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The women concurred with that statement.

"Can I borrow your phone?" Jane asked.

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

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

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

"I think we need your help again."

"Oh no."

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

"Becky?  Sure that would be great."

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

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

Jane hung up the phone and turned to the others.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"For a moment," she explained, "I thought you were someone I knew.  A low
down rat named Sam Gordon."

"Oh, you know Sam Gordon?" Susan asked.

"Well, we were never introduced," Becky explained, "but the rat dated my
sister, and left her heartbroken after taking her virginity from her."

"Wow," Susan said.  "That sounds like a bummer.  I wonder what I'd do if I
ran across a guy, if I were in your shoes."

"I'd cut off his manhood," Becky said, without hesitation.

Sam cringed at this dialogue.

"Becky, I have a story I think you'll be interested in hearing," Susan
spoke.

Susan began telling Becky about Sam, and how they had gotten him tricked
into coming home with her, transformed him, and had him sitting over there
on the couch.

Sam was beet red by this time.

Becky looked at Sam again, and began to laugh.

"This is even better than I had ever hoped," she said.  "Let me do him up
special for you."

"Great, Becky," Susan said, "but don't get so dramatic that we'll get
arrested."

Becky laughed again.  "With that dress, it wouldn't take much."

Becky came all the way over to Sam now.  She looked him over, then noted his
toenails were not polished.

"That dress will probably go better with open slings," she said to the
group.

"Yes," Darlene said, "those would really dress it up."

Jane just stood up, leaving the store.

Becky painted Sam's toenails, then began fussing around his face.  She used
creams, and lotions, and lots of colors.  When she finally stepped back, the
transformation was dramatic.

Awed "wow" was repeated throughout the room.

Darlene brought a mirror over to Sam.

He couldn't believe the lovely woman's face that was staring back at him.
It had been hard enough to see his face in the mirror before, but this was
entirely different.

Jane came back in with a shopping bag.

"Well, let's finish it off," Darlene suggested, reaching for the package she
had opened earlier.

She drew a pair of very sheer stockings from the bag, and began rolling them
down.  She stepped over to Sam, sliding his foot into them, then rolling
them up his legs, and attaching them securely to the garters.

Jane brought over a shoe box from the package she had just brought in.
Inside were some high heeled shoes whose tops were crisscrossed, thin
straps.  The whole toe was open.  She slipped these on Sam's feet.

"Stand up, Samantha," Jane ordered.

As Sam stood, Jane went over to the bag, and brought out some jewelry boxes.
She went behind Sam, and replaced the necklace, actually a pendant on a
chain, with a heavy, stone encrusted one.  A matching bracelet replaced the
one on his wrist, and a complimentary wristwatch went on his other wrist.

"The only trouble is," Jane said, "she only had her ears done this morning.
The matching earrings are going to be wasted."

"No they are not," chimed in Becky.  "I can make the change without harm.
We did learn that in cosmetology school."

Becky then unfastened the studs in Sam's ears, and took the proffered
jeweled earrings from Jane.  She deftly fitted the larger earrings through
the hole in the ear, and clasped them closed.

"Call me tomorrow," Becky volunteered, " and I'll come over and put the
daytime studs back in."

"We're going over to The Game Cock shortly," Susan said.  "Why don't you get
changed, and join us.  Then, you can come home afterwards and do the job.
That way we won't have to bother you on your day off."

"That's a great idea," Becky said, with her face aglow.  "I'd really like to
see the party at the club anyway."

With that, the whole group went out into the main store.

"Would you mind if I got a few pictures for my scrapbook?" Darlene asked.

"I'm sure Sam would be happy to oblige," Susan said.  "WOULDN'T YOU,
SAMANTHA."

There was no question that the last part was not a request for information,
so Sam meekly responded, "Sure."

There was a small stage at one side of the store, which Darlene used when
she had fashion shows.  She directed Sam to go over and stand on the stage.

Once Sam was in position, Darlene went into another room, bringing back a
camera.  Then, she flicked a switch on the wall, and the stage was brightly
lighted.  She took a position in the middle of the room.

"Look over at Susan, Sam," she said.

"No.  Don't turn your body, just your head," she instructed.

As Sam complied, he heard the motor whine, and a number of clicks.

"OK," Darlene said.  "You can go back to the others now."

As Sam walked across the stage, and down the steps, he heard the motor and
clicks going.  Darlene was taking more pictures.

"Thanks, girls," Darlene said.  "I think I got some very good shots."

"Our pleasure, Darlene," Susan replied.  "Why don't you join us at the club
later.

"Fantastic," Darlene said.  "I'll change and be over after I close up the
store."

The group, plus Becky, left Darlene's and headed to their various cars.

"I'll see you guys later," Becky promised, as she drove off.

As Sam was walking down the sidewalk, he became aware of how different this
dress felt against his body.  First, he wasn't wearing a bra now, and his
breasts were jiggling with every step he took.  It was a bit disconcerting,
but he had found that he had to walk more upright in heels, to balance the
weight of the breasts in front of him, earlier, so it wasn't totally out of
place making adjustments for the overhang on his chest.  He also noticed
that every step he took made one or the other of his legs feel cooler, as
they exited the slit in the front of the dress.  He'd felt the fabric of the
mini-skirt bouncing in and out against his legs earlier, but the feeling was
different now, with the silk of the dress rubbing against the bare part of
his legs above the stockings.  He was also quite aware that each step he
took exposed a large flash of leg, the stocking top, and at least one of the
garters.

As Sam got into the back seat of Jane's car, Susan leaned over and adjusted
the skirt of his dress so that it covered his legs.  She just smiled at him.

"You'll make a big hit tonight," she began, "if you forget to cross your
legs, or let the skirt fall away from your legs."

"I don't like this dress," Sam grumbled.

"Sure you do," Susan answered.  "I bet you fantasized about your dates
wearing just this style a few weeks ago.  Now, your dreams can come true."

Both Jane and Susan laughed.  Sam sat sullenly in the back seat.

While they were driving to the night club, Susan took the few things out of
Sam's purse and deposited them into the little clutch Darlene made to match
the dress.  She handed the purse to Sam when she got done.


13 Chapter -    The Game Cock


The arrived in the parking lot of the night club to find that the lot was
pretty full already, and it was not yet nine o'clock.  Jane pulled the car
into a space beside Lois' big caddie.

"I see some of the others got here ahead of us," she observed.

They got out of the car, and walked across the parking lot to the door.  Sam
was showing a lot of leg to the men who were also about to enter the club.

They climbed the few steps to the main door, and the tuxedoed doorman opened
the door for them.

"Ladies," he said.

They entered the lobby, and one of the managers stepped over to them.

"Hi, Susan," he said.  "Hi, Jane.  Who's your friend?"

"This is Samantha," Susan explained.  "She's new."

"Sam, this is George.  He runs this humble joint," she said to complete the
introduction.

"Hello, Sam," George said, taking Sam's hands in his.  "I hope you enjoy it
here."

As George dropped Sam's hands, the three women turned to enter the main
room.

Susan led them through the doorway, down the long aisle between tables, and
down the few steps to the main floor.  There were only a few tables down
here, as well as a dance floor, but the area was much brighter than the
tables toward the rear.  Susan stopped and looked around.

Sam was sure Susan had led them down here to show him off to the other
customers.  He'd already noticed a number of single men staring at him as
they had walked through the tables.  He was absolutely sure he was the
object of those stares.

Susan spotted Lois and some of the others, and led Jane and Sam down a side
aisle, and up a couple of steps to a bunch of tables.  Most of the others
were already seated at a group of tables pushed together.  The newcomers
joined them.

A waitress named Chris came over to them to take drink orders.  Sam had
tried to date her a month or so ago, but he'd struck out with her - one of
his few losses.  She didn't seem to pay any particular attention to him as
she collected orders.  Lois had ordered ginger ale for him.

The women began comparing the assets of the men seated at nearby tables.
Lots of talk of "hunks" and "geeks" was passed around.  Sam was decidedly
uncomfortable with the conversation.  He knew he couldn't leave, so he just
suffered in silence.

In a few minutes, Sam noticed a cool breeze on his thighs.  He panicked.
He'd forgotten to cross his legs, and was now sitting exposed to whoever
could see.  He was giving some lucky guys a real show, he though, as he
turned a deep red.

"What's wrong, Sam," Lois inquired.  "Don't you like showing off?"

Sam turned even deeper red, as he quickly crossed his legs and covered them
with the fabric of the skirt.

All the women were giggling at his discomfort, making his embarrassment even
deeper.

Soon enough, they began talking and giggling about the men again.

Before long, the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and the band began to
play.  The lights were still bright compared to where the group was seated,
but dimmer than when they had come into the club.  Some of the single men
began circulating through the tables as well, looking for partners.

A handsome man came over to the table where the group was seated.  He
greeted Susan, Jane, Lois, Gwen and Sharon by name, hugging them and kissing
them lightly as he was doing so.  He was also introduced to the other
members of the group, including Sam.  The women seemed genuinely pleased to
see this guy.

Sam knew the man.  His name was Tom Bender, and they had often run across
each other in one club or another.  Tom didn't travel in Sam's circle of
friends, but he always seemed to be in the company of lovely women.  The few
times they had met in quieter bars, Tom had never spoken of those he'd taken
home.  He would simply agree the women were lovely when someone broached the
subject to him.

Tom sat down next to Lois, at her suggestion.  That put him between Lois and
himself.

"Tom," Lois said, "I would like to introduce you to Samantha.  Sam, this is
Tom."

It all seemed so innocent and polite, yet Sam was feeling terribly
uncomfortable.  Maybe it was Tom's staring at the exposed parts of his
breasts that was doing it.

"Well, hello Samantha," Tom said.

"I see you are keeping good company," he continued, complimenting the entire
group at once.

Demure giggles rose around the table.

Tom began making small talk, mostly with Lois, but trying to get Sam to join
in.  Sam answered mostly only when directly asked a question.

Seeing Sam's discomfort, Lois suggested, "Tom, why don't you ask Sam to
dance."

Sam almost went into cardiac arrest.  He did not want to go out in front of
all these people dressed as he was, and he was not sure if he could do
anything at all about dancing in high heels.  It also occurred to him that
he would not be able to lead, so he didn't know how to dance as a woman.

"Well, Sam," Tom took up the suggestion eagerly, "would you care to dance?"

Sam began to refuse politely, but one glance at Lois' face told him he'd
better not.  "I would love to," he said instead.

Tom got up, pulling the chair back so that Sam could get up easily as well.
He offered his arm to Sam, and once Sam put his hand on the arm, led him to
the dance floor.

Tom turned to Sam, placing his arms around Sam's waist.  Sam, not really
sure what to do, placed his arms behind Tom's head.  Actually, it was pretty
much the only place they could go from the position he found himself.

Tom drew Sam closer to him.  Sam felt his breasts touching Tom's shirt
through the thin fabric of his dress.  His abdomen was also pressed to
Tom's, also felt through the dress.

Tom began swaying, and moving to the music.  Sam didn't even have a chance
to try and lead.  He tried to avoid getting his feet stepped on as Tom
moved.  He did have an advantage there, since he could feels Tom's legs
moving clearly against the sheer stocking he was wearing.  Sam was troubled
by not being able to see where he was going, but there did not seem to be
much hope in getting to do that.  The only chances he got were when Tom
turned him in an occasional circle.

At long last, from Sam's prospective, the song ended.  Tom took Sam's hand,
and led him back to the tables.

"Thank you for a lovely dance," he complimented Sam.

Sam replied, "Thank you," unable to figure out what he was supposed to be
saying.

Tom turned to Lois, saying, "Your turn, my lovely."

Tom and Lois went off to the dance floor.

A few moments later, Sam felt some rough hands on his bare shoulders.  He
turned toward the intrusion and saw Greg Wallace standing there.

Greg looked over the table, and said, "Hello, lovely ladies.  And who do we
have here.  I don't believe I have met you before."

The latter part was directed to Sam.  Greg did travel in the same circles
that Sam had frequented, and his reputation as a cocksman was nearly as
great as Sam's.  Sam blushed slightly at the attention.  He wanted to tell
Greg to screw off, and he had no intention of being with him.

"Greg, meet Samantha," Susan said, from her seat on the other side of Sam's.
"Sam, meet Greg."

The atmosphere around the table was more restrained than when Tom had come
over, but still accepting.  No one invited Greg to sit down, however.

"Samantha," Greg continued, "that is a lovely name.  Shall we dance?"

Sam wanted no part of Greg.  He was about to tell Greg to go jump in a lake,
when he looked over at Susan.

"Go head, Sam," she said.  "We'll all be here when you get back."

Resigned, Sam allowed Greg to lead him onto the dance floor.

As they were dancing, Greg began talking to Sam, feeding him some of the
same lines Sam had used when trying to bed women he'd just met.  Sam
answered questions, but simply mumbled unintelligently at other times.

Sam and Greg danced through the song, then Greg kept going through another
one, all the while feeding him those lines.  At long last, Greg took Sam by
the hand back to the tables.  Sam hoped he had admitted defeat, but deep
down, he knew he'd see Greg later.

Tom was working his way around the table, dancing with each of the women.

"Let's go powder our noses," Susan suggested to Sam.

He was willing to get away from this place, and followed Susan to the ladies
room.

More women were in the ladies room than they had encountered earlier that
day, so Susan busied herself adjusting her dress, and Sam's, until most of
the others had gone.  They sat on the sofa.

"Sam, dear," Susan began, "you are here to meet these men socially, to dance
with them, and enjoy the evening.  You won't be going home with any of them.
You're having your period, so you couldn't do much that way anyhow."

"Loosen up," she counselled.  "Enjoy the evening.  Dance with everyone who
asks."

"Everyone?" Sam inquired.

"Yes," Susan continued.  "You have to be polite and ladylike.  Just dance
with them, you'll enjoy it."

"I don't like dancing with Greg," Sam complained.

"Oh, dear, why not?" Susan countered.  "He is just doing what you used to do
all the time."

Sam was stumped to counter that accusation.

Susan led Sam over to the mirror, and they both looked at their faces for a
moment.  Susan took out a lipstick and went over her lips, then led Sam back
to the table.

As they got to the table, Tom grabbed Susan's hand.  They went off together
to the dance floor.

Chuck Martin slid into Susan's chair, and began talking to Sam.  Chuck's
eyes were on Sam's breasts.

After getting and introduction, Chuck asked Sam to dance.  Sam was not
interested, but remembering Susan's warning, let himself be led to the dance
floor.  Chuck was on the make as well, and Sam listened to his lines as they
danced.

After the dance, Chuck brought Sam back to the table, and seeing Susan in
the chair, excused himself.

About this time, a lovely lady came up to the table.  She greeted the women
by name, including Sam.  Sam thought she looked familiar, but could not
place her.  When Jane addressed her as Mary, it dawned on Sam that this was
the Lieutenant from the state office.  She sure looked different out of her
uniform and in a party dress.

Mary chatted with the girls for a few minutes, then excused herself to go
find her boyfriend.  Her parting words to Sam were, "I hope you are enjoying
the evening, Samantha."

Sam wasn't, but he wasn't given much choice about being here either.

Tom asked Sam to dance again, and when they returned to the tables, Aileen,
from the beauty shop, and Becky, the cosmetologist, had joined the little
group.  Aileen was greatly taken by how Sam looked.  Becky was
complimentary, but she'd seen Sam dressed this way just a little while ago.

Tom danced with Aileen first, but Greg had come back to dance with Sam.
Resigned, Sam let himself be led out to the dance floor again.  Greg was
still spouting lines on the dance floor.

Returning to the table, Darlene and another woman came over.  Darlene
introduced Cindy, her partner at the dress shop.

"Lovely dress, Samantha," Cindy said.  "Darlene still does excellent work.
It looks stunning on you."

Sam thanked her quietly.  He knew he'd better respond to the compliment or
one of the others would tell her about his situation, and there were far too
many in on that secret already.

She blew that away, "Darlene told me about your, er, special situation.  I
know you will enjoy it."

Sam sat open mouthed at that revelation, especially here in this public
place.  Luckily, Greg came by just at that moment, and took Cindy off to the
dance floor.

Tom took Sam's hand, and led him off to dance again.  Sam actually was
enjoying dancing with Tom.  At least he wasn't giving off all those boring
lines to get him into bed.

The song ended, and Tom let go of Sam's waist.

"Let's do another, please," Sam said.

Sam decided he'd rather be dancing with Tom than taking pot luck from the
guys coming to the table.

"Certainly," Tom responded, "and thank you."

They danced some more.

Tom led Sam back to the table as the song ended.

They had just arrived when the lights on the stage brightened, and
spotlights began to light up the dance floor.


14 Chapter -    Beauty and the Beasts


George, the manager who had greeted Sam at the door, took to the stage, and
began speaking into the microphone.

"I guess you folks know that The Game Cock is proud to award the loveliest
lady in attendance an all expense paid night on the town every Saturday
night."

The audience laughed.  The night on the town was mostly here at the club.

"We have been circulating through the audience tonight, as usual, noticing
our lovelier clientele, and taking suggestions from our other customers."

More laughter.

"Tonight, we are proud to announce the following finalists.  Ladies, as your
name is called out, please step down to the dance floor and form a line in
front of the stage..."

"Alice Benton"

Applause from the audience at the first name, including lots of noise from
some tables across the ballroom.

"Marjorie Sanders"

More applause.

"Sharon Wilson"

More applause, and even more from the table they were sitting at.  Sam
hadn't been aware that Sharon's last name was Wilson.  Critically, he agreed
with the selection.

"Susan Abernathy"

Another one from their table.  Sam knew Susan would be picked.  He'd fallen
head over heels for her at the bar, before the events of the past few days.

"And finally, Samantha Gordon."

Sam was shocked.  They had called his name.

Tom took Sam by the hand, and helped him stand up.  Sam didn't have much
choice now but to walk down and stand with the other selectees.

The applause seemed deafening to him, as he walked to the lighted dance
floor.  He was sure he was beat red.  He had not counted on anything like
this at all.

"Now ladies, if you would please walk to the center of the floor, one at a
time, and turn once, then form the line on the other side of the floor," the
announcer continued.

Each of the girls complied, to much applause, and occasionally whistles.

Sam brought the house down when he did his turn.  Already embarrassed, he
became even more so now.  He was sure the whistles were more for the amount
of skin he was showing than from any special beauty.

"Now, ladies, you can hear your appreciative audience," George continued.

"This time, as I call your name, come to the center of the floor and wait
while the audience votes on tonight's winner by clapping loudest for the one
they like best."

One by one, the announce called the names.  The woman would walk to center
stage, and the audience erupted into loud claps, and whistles.  There was no
choice, as Sam was called last.

He walked to the middle of the floor, his legs flashing with every step.  He
felt his hips sway, and his breasts jiggle as well.  Every sensation he'd
felt before was now magnified ten-fold.  He stopped, and faced the audience,
to the eruption of noise that would put a NFL stadium to shame.  As the
tumult died down, he turned to join the others.

Susan and Sharon grasped his hands for moral support, as they all stood in a
line before the audience.

"This week's fourth runner up, who wins a night on the house here at The
Game Cock is Alice Benton."

The audience broke into enthusiastic applause as Alice walked out to center
stage.

"The third runner up, who also wins a night on the house, and free drinks
for the rest of tonight, is Marjorie Sanders."

More enthusiastic applause as she walked to join Alice.

"We have an interesting situation here," George said over the PA. "Our
second and first runners up came in so close together, that we couldn't
separate them on the machine."

"In regard to fairness, we declare both the be first runner up, and award
them the same prizes as before, plus a dinner for two each at Le Coq Au Vin.
Sharon Wilson and Susan Abernathy, step forward for your audience."

"And the winner is Samantha Gordon," he concluded, unnecessarily.

Sharon, Susan and Sam walked together to the center of the floor.  The
others hugged Sam, then Susan and Sharon followed suit.

George stepped down from the stage, and produced a jeweled tiara.  He placed
it on Sam's hairdo, much to the pleasure of the audience.

"Thank you very much, ladies," he said.

They all returned to their respective tables as the lights dimmed, and the
band returned to the stage.

Sam was in shock.  He was totally numb.  How in the heck could he possibly
win a beauty contest?

As they got back to the table, all the group began hugging all the winners.
Aileen, Mary, Brenda, and all the other women came over to join the
celebration as well.

Tom came over to Susan, and lifted his head.  He planted a big kiss on Sam's
lips, congratulating him on winning.  Then, he took Sam by the hand back to
the dance floor.  The audience roared it's appreciation as they saw their
queen on the floor again.

Tom, sensing that Sam was in shock, held him tightly, and swayed with the
music, hardly moving at all.  He was mostly keeping Sam from collapsing.
Only when he felt Sam begin to respond did he begin really dancing.  Without
asking, he kept Sam through a second song before returning to the table.

When they got back, Sam was surprised to see the group had thinned out.
Gwen, Susan, Jane and Lois were there, as well as Sharon, but the others had
gone off somewhere.

Susan turned to Tom, saying, "Tom, it is getting late, and Samantha and I
have to be going."

Tom looked disappointed, but kissed and hugged Susan anyway.

"Don't look so glum," she continued.  "I know Sam appreciates you.  Why
don't you come by the apartment tomorrow afternoon.  We'll burn some hot
dogs down by the pool, or something."

Tom brightened.  "I'd love to," he said.

Tom took Sam in his arms, hugging and kissing him in farewell too.

With that, the remaining members of the group began to leave the club.

As they got to the lobby, they were met by George.

"Going already, ladies?" he inquired.

"It has been a busy day for us," Susan responded for the group.

"Well, congratulations on winning tonight," he said.

George reached up, and pulled the tiara from Sam's hair.

"We only have one of these," he joked.

George handed an envelope to Susan, Sharon and Sam, kissing each as he
presented it.  "Enjoy it," he concluded.

Then, the women left the club.

Sam collapsed into the back seat of Jane's car as they headed back to
Susan's apartment.  He was still in shock from the contest, but he was
exhausted from the full day of activities as well.  The others must have
been pretty much in the same shape, since the conversation was minimal
during the drive.


15 Chapter -    Home Again


When they got to the apartment, they each carried several of the shopping
bags from earlier in the day with them.  They took these directly into Sam's
room, placing them on the bed.  All three went back into the living room.

As they entered the living room, Jane and Susan collapsed on two of the
overstuffed chairs, pushing their high heels off.  Sam collapsed on the
sofa.

Sam didn't even think to cross his legs, he was so tired.  He also was not
experienced enough as a woman to think of kicking his shoes off.

A few minutes later, they were brought back to reality when the doorbell
rang.

Becky and Aileen came in, sitting next to Sam on the sofa.

"Why don't you take those shoes off," Becky suggested, knowing Sam's feet
were probably very sore by now.

As Sam complied, a wave of relief swept over his body.  He had not realize
how painful his feet had become from wearing heels all day.

"Ok, now just sit back and be still," Becky said.

She reached up to his ears, removing the earrings, and replacing them with
the studs she had kept from earlier that evening.

"Now, be careful with those ears for a few days," she counselled.  "Keep
them clean, and turn the posts once in a while."

She and Aileen left a few minutes later, with the heartfelt thanks of the
others for all they had done for them.

Jane went into Susan's room, changed clothes, and came out, saying she had
better go home.  She was carrying her shoes with her, so she couldn't be
going far.

"Well, Sam," Susan began, "that was some day."

"I think it's about time to hit the hay."

Susan took Sam back into the bedroom.  Susan rooted through the bags on the
bed, until she found the one she wanted.  She extracted a box from the bag,
then began putting the bags on the floor by the dresser.

"We'll get to those tomorrow," she explained.

Sam had found the bed, and had collapsed onto it, the slit on the skirt
widely spread.

"I know you are tired, dear," Susan continued, "but there are a few things
that must be done first."

"Take off your dress, and hang it on this hanger," she said, handing Sam an
hanger with slots in it.

Sam got his arm around his back, and managed to get the zipper down.  The
bodice of the dress collapsed forwards.  He had to help it slide over his
hips.  He stepped out of it, and picked it up.

He picked up the hanger, and tried to figure how he was going to get the
strapless dress to stay on it.

Susan laughed, "There should be a couple of loops on the sides somewhere
inside."

Sam found the loops, and slipped them into the slots on the hanger.  The
dress did not look right somehow, so he zipped it up.

Susan took the dress, and hung it up in the closet.  Then, she came over to
Sam, and unhooked one of the garters holding up the stockings.

"Now, you do the rest of them," she instructed.

With some difficulty, Sam managed to get the garters disengaged from the
stockings.  The stockings immediately began to fall down his legs.

"Take the garter belt off," Susan said.  "There are hooks and eyes in the
back."

Sam reached behind himself, and found the closure of the belt.  He noticed
it had slipped down on his hips during he night, but it was easier to undo
when he slipped it back up to his waist.  He finally managed to get it
undone, and ended up with the garment in one hand.

Susan took it from him, placing it in the top drawer of the dresser.

"Now roll your stockings down," she continued, "take them off your feet, and
remove your panties."

The stockings, already slipping down his legs, came off relatively easily.
The panties slipped right off.

"Bring them into the bathroom," Susan continued.

As they got in the bathroom, Susan ran some warm water into the basin, and
poured a little Woolite into it.

"Now, we have to wash out our delicate undies," she said.  "They will last
longer this way."

She showed Sam how to wash out the stockings and panties, then hung them
over an empty towel rack.

Susan began running water into the bath tub.  She put some powder into the
tub, and lots of bubbles began to form as the tub filled.

"Sit on the toilet, Sam," she said.  "Gwen said you changed tampons earlier,
so you know how to remove it.  Just pull the string, and let the tampon drop
into the bowel."

Sam pulled, and the tampon, with its attendant blood dropped into the toilet
bowl.

"If you need to do anything else while you are there, go ahead," she said.

Sam did.  He remembered to use the tissue when he was done.

By this time, the tub had filled.

"Now get into the tub," Susan said.  "Let the water and bubbles soothe you,
then wash yourself.  Don't forget to wash out your vagina."

When Sam was lying in the tub, Susan left to go to her own room.

Sam felt the heat of the water relaxing some of the soreness he'd
accumulated during the day.  The bubble bath made the water silky, which
made his skin feel good too.  He just lay back and enjoyed it for a few
minutes.  Then, he grabbed the soap, and began washing his body.

Sam was surprised at some of the sensations he got as he was washing.  His
breasts got a tingling sensation as he soaped them, and the nipples stood
straight up.  That was the most prominent sensation, but rubbing the soap in
most places on his skin brought a pleasant reaction.  At last, he soaped up
a finger, and began washing himself inside.  He almost felt as if his head
would explode as he washed his clitoris.  This area was even more sensitive
than the breasts.  He brought his finger out, and noticed the thin, pink
liquid coating it.  It brought him down from the clouds.  He'd hoped this
period would be over.

Susan came back into the bathroom as Sam finished washing.  She had changed
out of her dress, and was now wearing a short robe like thing of silk.

"Ok, Sam," she began, "out of the tub."

She went into the bedroom as he got out of the tub.  As he began drying
himself with a towel, she returned, carrying a few things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was happy to follow those instructions.

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

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


16 Chapter -    Sunday Morning


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam put the bra and garter belt on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam flushed a bright red as he recall