The prequel (tg/tg, tg/f) (2/2)


A DREAM, A MEMORY...


Sam, the 5 year old, only son in a family of four children, the
youngest, walked into his mother's room as she was getting dressed. 
"Mommy, what's that you're putting on?"


"It's a bra, Sammy."


"What's a bra?"


"A bra is a support device for a woman."


"It's a pretty sport deviss."  His mother smiled at his
mispronunciation.  "Can I have one?"


His mother smiled.  "No, dear."


"Why not?  Everybody else gets to."


"But everybody else is a girl.  Your father doesn't wear one.  Don't
you want to grow up to be big and strong like him?"  She swatted
playfully at his nose with the make-up brush she had.


"I guess so."


Suddenly, his father burst into the room.  "What are you doing? 
Putting make-up on my son?  How dare you!?"


His mother cringed.  "We were just playing.  It didn't mean anything."


"Didn't mean anything?  Didn't mean anything?  What are you trying to
do?  Make my only son into a sissy?"


"Don't be absurd.  A little make-up isn't going to make Sammy into a
Sissy."


Sam's father slapped his mom.  "Don't talk back to me!"


"Don't hit her!"  Sam yelled.


Sam's father struck him, knocking him to the ground.  "Don't ever take
that tone with me!"  Sam's dad grabbed him by the back of the neck and
dragged him into the bathroom.  He took a damp rag and proceeded to
roughly wash Sam's face, removing the small bit of make-up.  He then
left Sam in the bathroom and stormed from the room.


After he was gone, Sam's mother came in and held him while Sam cried. 
"Mommy, why is daddy so mean?"


"Your father loves us.  He's just got... problems."


"Mommy, I don't want to be like daddy when I grow up."


Sam's mother just held him close.


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


ANOTHER DREAM, ANOTHER MEMORY...


Sam was 12 years old, and just beginning to discover girls.  And Sam
was discovering that there was nothing about them that he didn't like. 
Their clothes, their hair, their smell, and, strangely enough, even the
things they talked about, make-up, shopping, and, yes, even boys.  Sam
had no problem with talking about boys, for Sam was, even though he
didn't know the word for it yet, bisexual.


The girls, for their part, loved to have a boy around who wasn't either
accusing them of having cooties, or following them around like a
drooling puppy.


Sam was with a group of the girls, just sitting back, as they discussed
some of their problems.  "You know, Sam, you're so lucky to be a boy,"
Tina told him.


"Why's that?"


"You don't have to worry about heels, or make-up, or uncomfortable
underwear.  You can't imagine how tight these bra straps are on me."


"But they make you look so pretty.  I mean, if it weren't for the fact
that everyone'd laugh at me, I'd wear heels and make-up, and even a bra
all day."


"That's only because you've never done it.  I bet you wouldn't last one
hour, on your feet, in heels."


"Bet."


"Huh?"


"I'll bet you... 10 bucks that I can go an hour walking around in
heels, make-up and even a bra without a single complaint."


"Okay, let's do it.  But the clock doesn't start until we get finished
making you up."


"Fine.  But I don't have to stand up till the clock starts."


"Deal."


For a little over half an hour, Sam allowed the girls to go through all
the steps of getting him all dolled up.  He put on a bra (with water
balloons in the cups to simulate the weight of real breasts), sat down
as the girls applied make-up, and put on a pair of borrowed shoes. 
Then he stood up and cheerfully walked around for an hour without any
complaints.


After the hour, Tina said, "I'm impressed," and fished a $10 bill out
of her purse.  Before she handed it over to him, she asked, "Want to go
double or nothing?"


"What have you got in mind?"


"I bet you can't stand it to be fully dressed like a girl, that's
panties, stockings, garter, a dress, and even a wig I got, then spend
another hour on your feet."


"For just an extra $10?  Not worth it."


"Okay."  She fished some more money out of her purse.  "I've got $35
here."


Another girl, Susie, said, "I want in on this.  I'll add another $20,
but you have to carry a purse full of make-up around for the hour."


Joan said, "I can top that.  Another $30 says you can't last an hour on
your feet, in full drag, with a purse full of make-up, AAAND... with a
tampon shoved up your ass."


"Okay," Sam said, "let me get this straight.  If I can go one hour in
drag, carrying a purse full of make-up, with a tampon shoved up my ass,
without complaining, on my feet, then I get $85, and I'm not risking
any of my own money?"  The girls nodded.  "Deal.  You want to get in on
this, Janine?"


Janine smiled.  Janine, at 15, was the oldest of the group.  She even
had a learner's permit to drive.  She was also the richest of the
group.  "I've got a stipulation."


"Go for it."


"I say that you can't go one hour on your feet, in full drag, with a
purse full of make-up, and a tampon up your ass."


"That's the same bet.  What's your condition?"


"Simple.  You can't do it... at the mall."


The girls ooohed, figuring that this would be too much for Sam.  "How
much do I get if I do?"


"I'll throw another $40 on."


"Okay."


"Want to try for more?"


"What?"


"We all know that you like guys as much as girls, so another $50 says
that after the hour, you can't get a guy to take you out for a quick
bite to eat.  Another $25 on top of that says that if you do get a guy
to take you out, you can't get him to kiss you on the lips."


"Why on the lips?"


"Because, once we get through with you, you'll be such a pretty girl,
getting a guy to kiss you on the cheek would be no problem."


Sam was secretly thrilled.  It was what he had wanted all of his life. 
"Yes," he blurted out.


The girls smiled and almost tackled Sam.  They took over an hour this
time getting him ready, but when they were finished, even they were
amazed at the results.  Sam looked more like a girl than they did.  He
also looked a little older than he really was.  Like he was perhaps 14,
or maybe even 15.


They went out to the mall (Janine drove, her father was oblivious and
never even looked twice at Sam), and not only did Sam remain standing,
he outlasted the girls in terms of shopping endurance.  After the hour,
Janine said, "Okay, Samantha," the name they had agreed on, "it's time
for the next part of your bet.  Let's see if you can get a guy to buy
you dinner now."


Sam smiled and they went to the food court.  Then Sam saw who he
wanted.  His name was Andros, and he was the cutest sophomore at the
local high school.  All the girls wanted him, but he only dated around,
he wasn't steady with any of them.  Sam got within notice and started
flirting.  At first, Andros only flirted back, but soon his curiosity
got him, and he came over and introduced himself.  It wasn't long
before Sam was eating a burger with Andros's arm around his waist.  At
the end of the meal, Andros took Samantha's chin in hand, and kissed
"her" right on the lips.


After they were finished, Andros looked Sam in the eye and said, "I'd
like to take you out to my car and suck you off."


"I don't think I should."


Andros whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Samuel.  I won't tell anyone
what I found in your panties."


Sam's eyes widened in shock.  "How'd you know?"


"Janine's my cousin.  She called me before you left and let me in on
your secret."


"So now I've got to go with you or you'll tell everyone?"


"No.  I'm not trying to blackmail you.  Sam, I'm gay.  I flirt with and
go out with girls because I'm not ready to come out of the closet yet. 
But earlier today, Janine called and said she had a solution to my
problem, a "girl" who was really a guy who liked other guys, but who
looked so much like a girl no one but the two of us would know.  I
wasn't sure she could do what she said, but I'll admit it.  Until she
pointed you out to me, I had no idea who or what you really were.


"Sam, if you want me to forget it, as long as you do the same for me, I
will.  But if you want me to, I'll take you out to my car and give you
a blowjob.  And if you're willing to bring Samantha out of the closet a
little more often, I think I may have found my first steady
girlfriend."


Sam looked back to the girls.  Janine gave him a sly little wink.  He
turned back to Andros and nodded.  Andros escorted him out to his car,
laid him down on the back seat, got between his legs, pulled down his
panties, and sucked Sam off.


After he was finished, Sam insisted on returning the favor.  Andros
said it wasn't necessary, but Sam got him to allow it (truth be told,
he didn't have to try very hard).


After they were finished Andros took Sam in his arms and said, "So how
about it?  Will I be seeing Samantha again?"


Sam kissed Andros.  "With a little help from your cousin, I think I can
arrange that."


They kissed deeply, tonguing each other's mouths.  "I think I'm going
to like having a steady girlfriend."


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


A DREAM OF A TIME TWO YEARS AFTER THE LAST...


Sam and Andros let the other girls in on their secret, and, with their
help, managed to keep the real nature of their relationship secret from
everyone else (to cover with his dad, he had even allowed Janine to
take his virginity).  Samantha got more than her share of jealous
stares for having landed the hottest guy in school, but "she" didn't
care.  Of course, there was lots of speculation as to where Samantha
went to school, since no one saw her at any local schools, but a few
well placed rumors of home schooling placed by the girls dealt with
that.


Sam and Andros even made plans for Andros to take Sam's "female
virginity".  Plans that were aborted when Sam's mother died.  Two
months after her death, in the Summer after Andros graduated, Sam was
alone with Andros in his own room.  Andros was comforting him.


"Oh, Andros, dad's gotten even worse since mom died.  I don't know how
long I can stand him."


"What about your sisters?  Can't they do anything for you?


"They're off at college and beyond.  They've got their own lives."


"What can I do for you, Sam?  What do you want?"


"I want...  I want... to go with you.  I wish I could go with you, be
Samantha, your wife, and give up ever being Samuel again."


Andros hugged Sam and rubbed his cheek against Sam's head.  "And I wish
I could do that for you.  But we both know it's not going to happen."


"Yes, I know.  Even though I've gotten older, Samantha hasn't.  The
best the girls can do for me is make me look barely 16.  Most often
only 14 or 15."


"If you really want me to, I will take you away."


"No.  You were right, eventually dad would come after me, and someone
would talk about a college student living alone with a teenager."


"Is there anything else I can do for you?"


"Yes."  Sam looked up into Andros's eyes.  "Take my "virginity".  It'll
be something to remember you by after you're gone."


"Are you sure?  What about your father?"


"He isn't due home for a few hours.  Please?"


Andros kissed him.  "Anything for you.  Do you want to get dressed?"


"Yes.  I feel more comfortable as Samantha."  Sam pulled a box out from
under his bed.  Inside was the makings of Samantha, panties, a bra, a
slip, breastforms (a gift from Janine on the anniversary of Samantha's
"birth"), stockings, heels, a wig, a dress, and a small collection of
make-up.  Sam quickly put on everything but the heels and make-up.


He hugged Andros and they danced around the room a bit, before Andros
laid him on the bed, got between his legs and slowly slid his cock into
Sam's ass.  Andros was gentle and easy and they moved together in a
rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing.  Andros came a couple of
times that afternoon, and in a very girl- like fashion, Sam came in a
multiple orgasm that surprised both of them.  After they were finished,
Sam stood at the window as Andros drove off to the airport.


Sam was shocked when he heard a voice from behind.  "So my son is a
little cock-sucking faggot who likes to dress up as a girl."


Sam spun around.  "DAD!"


"Good thing I decided to come home early or I never would've learned
what kind of a sick person you were."


"It's not like that.  You don't understand."


"You're standing there in a dress and a wig, and you're going to tell
me you're not sick?"


"You don't understand.  I feel more comfortable like this.  I...  I...
need this!"


In that way kids have of believing in their parents no matter what
they've done, Sam had felt if his father knew what was going inside his
head, he'd forgive him.  But unfortunately, Sam had said the exact
wrong thing to his father.  His father lurched across the room and
grabbed Sam's arm.  "So you NEED to be a girl?!  Well, let's treat you
like the slutty little bitch you are!"


Sam tried to get away, but it was no use, his father was too powerful. 
His father turned him around, bent him over the back of a chair, yanked
down his panties, and raped his son.


For the next two years, whenever Sam was home, he was forced to dress
up and be his father's sex toy.  Eventually his eldest sister came home
for a visit and found out what was going on.  She yanked him out of the
house and had her father arrested.


She got Sam into therapy, but whenever Sam tried to tell them that
although the rape was terrible, he enjoyed dressing up as a woman, and
he wanted to be a woman, everybody, including the therapists, tried to
convince him that he only enjoyed it as a defense mechanism to protect
himself from his father, that he really didn't enjoy it.  And
eventually, after years of this, he started believing it himself.


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


A DREAM OF THINGS THAT NEVER WERE...


Sam was alone in a large ballroom.  He caught a look of himself in a
mirror.  He still looked like a woman, but somehow that was no longer a
problem.  He was dressed in a long, flowing wedding dress, but somehow
that seemed appropriate.  A door opened and a man walked in.  The very
sight of him took Sam's breath away.  He was dressed in a tuxedo and
walked straight up to Sam.  He extended his hand and asked, "May I have
this dance?"


Sam felt himself smile and took the man's hand.  They waltzed around
the room, finally stopping at a table.  The man lifted Sam onto the
table, removed his panties, entered him and slowly made love to him. 
After they were finished, he looked into Sam's eyes and said, "I love
you."


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


THE NEXT MORNING...


Sam awoke, remembering everything.  He stretched languidly.  He got up
and looked in the mirror.  His maid's uniform (which he had never
removed) was a mess, but even though part of him wanted to correct
that, another part of him noticed the change.  When he looked at his
face, he no longer saw a stranger's face.  He saw the face of the
person he had always wanted to be.  He saw the face of the person who
his father had attacked and raped for even existing.  He saw the face
of the person everyone had tried to convince him didn't exist.  He saw
Samantha.  He, no she, saw herself.


Samantha saw a bottle of the medication to offset the change becoming
permanent on the dresser, a sign that Mistress Elaine would be working
in the lab all morning.  Making a quick decision, Sam took the bottle,
went into the bathroom, poured it into the toilet and flushed.  The
minute she did, she felt an enormous weight lifted from her shoulders. 
She looked in the bathroom mirror and hugged herself.  Samantha was
here to stay.


She heard Linda's voice in the other room.  "Sam, you okay?"


Samantha removed her uniform and corset (she had been wrong, after her
transformation, she had gained enough flexibility to reach the laces on
her own).  "Be out in a minute, got to take a quick shower."


"Take your time."


"Only if you want to join me."


Linda gave a short laugh.  "You sound much better."


Sam started the shower, and got in.  After a while, she decided to get
playful and said, "Lady Linda, can you come help me?"


Linda came in.  "Sure, hun, what do you want?"


Sam grabbed her and pulled her into the shower.  "You."


"Wench!"  Linda angrily stepped from the shower.  "Now look at me.  I'm
soaked!"


Sam gave Linda a confused look.  "Lady Linda, don't you find me
attractive?"


Linda stopped short. "What?"


"Don't you find me attractive?"


"Of course I do, you're beautiful, but that's no reason to drench me!"


"Well what am I supposed to think?  Of all the girls in this house,
you're the only one whose never responded to my advances.  And now,
here I am practically begging you to be with me, and all you can do is
complain about how wet I got you."


Linda sighed.  "It's not you.  I just... can't be with you right now."


"Why not?  Is it something I've done?  Something I've got to do?"


"No.  Nothing like that."


"What then?  If you're in a devoted relationship, just tell me, and
I'll back off."


"No.  It's not that."


"Milady, please stop beating around the bush with me.  I want you.  I
want to be with you.  If it's not going to happen, at least tell me
why."


Linda sighed.  She reached behind her, undid the zipper on her dress,
let it fall, then pulled her petticoats down; and what she revealed to
Sam both shocked and amazed.  Hanging from her crotch, almost touching
the ground, was the largest dick Sam had ever seen!  It even made the
Bulls look tiny.


Soft, it hung only inches off the ground, and Sam wouldn't have been
able to wrap both hands around its girth.  She stepped from the shower
and reached towards it.  "May I... touch it?"


Linda grabbed her hand.  "No, dearie, you can't."


"But..."


"It's not you.  Look at the size of it.  Even though Mistress's
biochemical compounds help to offset the problems in having a dick this
big, if I'm not rested and prepared for it, an erection could knock me
out.  And an ejaculation can dehydrate me as well as making me useless
for the next day or two."


"But why is it so large?"


"My punishment for my behavior when I was a man.  I had a 12" dick that
I was so proud of that I was willing to stick it into anyone or
anything.  Male, female, didn't matter.  Once, on a bet, I even
pleasured a horse.  Problem is, when you're that indiscriminate about
what you do with your dick, your dick tends to become a breeding ground
for a lot of nasty little bugs.  I must've spread STD's around to
dozens, maybe even hundreds, of people.


"Finally, one day I met this beautiful lady who told me that without
surgery or pain, she could give me a dick larger than the largest of
the porn stars'."


"Mistress?"


"Yeah.  I agreed of course.  So she pumped me full of the drug, I
passed out, and when I woke up, I had an 18" dick, but I also had
these," she lifted her tits.


"So you became a she-male like the rest of us."


"With one major exception over most of Mistress's staff.  Being
openly... omni-sexual, I didn't give a damn what I looked like.  In
fact, I made a better looking girl than I did a man.  So I got dressed
up in some sweats that fit me, and went out on the town.  I found a
girl in a lez bar, took her home and fucked her in the dark, telling
her that it was an ultra-realistic dildo.


"But Mistress included a special extra that I was unaware of.  For
every load of cum that I pumped out, I had to take a load up my ass,
the one thing I had never done.  If I didn't, then my dick would get
even larger."  Linda snorted.  "It was less than one day before I was
so large that I wouldn't fit into anything human.  And although I was
willing to fuck anything that moved, animals weren't my preferred
partners.  So I went back to Mistress and begged her to undo what she
had done.


"She just laughed at me.  She told me that if I wanted to be normal
again, I had to go to work for her.  I accepted, and started on house
cleaning.  Well, being surrounded by all these beautiful women, it
wasn't long before I was walking around with a constant erection that I
thought I couldn't do anything about.


"That was when I first met the cows.  Here it was something that was,
or at least used to be, human.  All I had to do was learn to accept
someone else up my ass while I went at them.  It only took me an hour
to make the decision.  Elizabeth was my first.  She fucked me while I
fucked a cow.  Problem was, I was still more "active" than she.  I
dumped four loads in the cow before Elizabeth poured her first load
into me.


"I obviously needed help.  That was when Susie took over."


"Lady Elizabeth's wife?"


"Yeah.  It seems that where I hated getting fucked up the ass,
Elizabeth loved it.  And her wife, wanting to be the first person in
Elizabeth's sex life, had become a true master at pleasuring a she-male
with a strap-on.  She took me in hand and did things to me that still
excite me, but the important part is, she controlled me, and let me cum
only after she had cum through a half-dozen orgasms.


"Well, I was hooked.  Hooked on sodomy, hooked on pleasuring others,
hooked on my tits, hooked on everything about my new life.  So I
decided to stay.  I chose the name Linda, and the rest, as they say, is
history."


"But I've never seen you with an erection, and you're still confronted
by beautiful women every day.  Don't they excite you anymore?"


"Oh, sure.  But after I joined Mistress's staff full time, she sent me
to this Tibetan monastery where they taught me the mental techniques to
control my body.  They taught me some pretty amazing things."


"Like what?"


Linda smiled and reached her hand out to touch Sam's breast.  When she
made contact, Sam felt an electric charge rush through her body.  Every
cell in her body seemed alive and very suddenly sexually excited.  Sam
moaned and orgasmed.  Then, just as suddenly as it started, it was
over.  Sam looked down and watched as Linda withdrew her hand.  Part of
Sam wanted to grab that hand and put it back to her breast, but she
restrained herself.


Panting heavily, she said, "Gawd, you make me want you even more."


"Tonight?"


"You can arrange it that quickly?"


"Sure, I've just got to remember to take it easy today."


Sam grabbed Linda and kissed her.  "Thank you!"


"Enough."  Linda grabbed her dress and pulled it up.  "I've got to go
get a new outfit.  A dry one.  Get finished up and get dressed."


After Linda left, Sam got dried, and into a new outfit, and down to
breakfast and to work in the kitchen.  Everyone commented on how much
happier she seemed, and that was when Sam informed them of his decision
to go by the name Samantha.  Everybody congratulated her on her
decision and complimented her on her choice of names.  Sam worked twice
as hard that day to make up for the extra work the others had to do
over the last week.  Others told her not to worry about it, but she
cheerfully did more than what she had to.


She was even whistling when she returned to her room.  When she walked
in, Linda, Elizabeth, and Susan were all waiting for her.  Linda and
Susan were naked.  Elizabeth was in just her corset and stockings. 
Linda said, "I hope you don't mind, I invited some friends."


Samantha reached behind her and started to undo her uniform.  "Not at
all, the more the merrier."  Linda and Elizabeth came over and stripped
Sam down to her corset and stockings.  Susan put on her strap-on.  When
she came over, Sam took the strap-on and stroked it like a real dick. 
"Is that for me?" she coyly asked.


"Sam, I've wanted to stick this in you since I first saw you in the
kitchen."


"And you'll get your chance, but first..."  Sam reached down and slowly
stroked Linda to hardness.  Then she told Linda, "I want this to be
your night."


"Sounds great, but don't deny yourself on my account."


"I've got an idea so that all of you can get pleasure from me at the
same time."


"Do tell."


"Okay.  You stand there.  Lady Elizabeth, you straddle her cock,
pressing your bum against her hips.  Press your legs tightly together
around her cock to give her some friction."


Elizabeth did as she was instructed, and Susan asked, "What do I get to
do?"


"Oh, I think you'll figure that out."  Sam then bent over at the waist
so that she was leaning over Linda's massive organ, each of her tits
falling to one side of the head of Linda's dick.  She pressed her tits
against the purple bulb and said, "Now, Lady Linda, after I take Lady
Elizabeth's dick into my mouth, I want you to hump between her legs and
my tits, and Lady Susan..."  Sam wiggled her ass seductively.


Susan stepped up and placed the head of the dildo to Sam's ass. 
"Already figured it out, but the visual clue is very nice."


Sam leaned forward and took Elizabeth's dick into her mouth.  Almost on
cue, Linda started to hump against Elizabeth, pressing the kitchen's
chief cook into Sam's mouth.  At the same time, Susan pushed into Sam's
ass, and Sam quickly understood what Linda meant when she called Susan
a master of the strap-on.  Even before Susan used her hands, the way
she wiggled the dildo inside Sam touched spots that Sam didn't even
know were there.  And the way she used her hands was pure magic.  Sam
felt herself quickly building to orgasm, but then it stopped. 
Building, that is.  Susan held her at a point just before her orgasm as
the others got pleasure from her.  Sam felt used, like she was nothing
more than a living toy, but this excited her all the more.  This,
unlike her use as a sexual toy by her father, was being done so that
she could have a chance to give as much as she got.  Sam knew that
Susan was doing her a favor.  Had she come before the others (which
would've been inevitable without intercession) she'd've felt guilty. 
But even knowing didn't keep her from whimpering with unfulfilled
desire.


Elizabeth was the first to cum, and Sam swallowed it all.  Linda
shuddered as though she came, but nothing came out of her dick.  Sam
assumed it was something she knew how to control.  Susan came next, and
as soon as she did, she touched some spots on Sam and sent her into
heaven.


The next thing Sam knew, she was lying on the floor lightly being
slapped by Linda.  "Sam?  Are you okay?"


Sam looked up into Linda with dreamy eyes and said, "That was...
incredible!"


Linda smirked.  "She's fine."


Susan said, "I want to try her position next.  But I want Lizzie inside
my cunt."


Samantha took Linda's hand.  "I guess that gives me the position
straddling your cock."


Linda kissed her.  "Let's do it."


They quickly exchanged positions, and went through the same procedure a
second time.  This time, Sam got to cum first, followed by Linda,
Susan, and finally Elizabeth (even being the recipient of all that
pleasure, Susan retained enough control to dictate her wife's
pleasure).


Then Elizabeth took the center with Sam still on Linda and Susan
dildoing her ass.  Elizabeth, once again, was the last to cum.  The
only difference was that this time Linda allowed herself to spray all
over Elizabeth's tits and legs.  Linda then collapsed to the floor.


"Lady Linda!" Sam screamed, as she went to the floor beside her.  "Are
you okay?"


"Yeah.  Cumming always does this to me.  I'm going to need some help
back to my room."


"Why?  Just stay here.  I'll take care of you tonight."


"No, I don't want to impose.  Elizabeth and Susie can help me to my
room."


Sam stood up and stamped her foot.  "No!  Damn it!  You stay here
tonight, and let me take care of you or so help me, I'll... I'll..."


Linda had an amused look on her face.  "You'll what?"


"I'll...  I'll take off my corset and walk the halls until someone
comes out and punishes me for leaving my room without clothes on."


Linda smiled.  "You know, Samantha, you throw the funniest tantrums."


Sam stamped her foot again.  "I'm serious!"


"I believe you.  So help me into your bed already."


Sam bent down and helped Linda up into her bed.  She turned around and
Susan was licking Linda's cum from Elizabeth.  "Well those two seem
thoroughly preoccupied.  Now what can I do for you?"


"Go back to my room.  There'll be a pitcher of specially prepared
Orange Juice there.  I need it."


"Okay, better get my uniform back on."


"Actually, there's a new outfit for you in the closet."


"A new outfit...?"  Sam went to the closet.  "Why put it in there
now?"  Then she saw it.  "A baby doll nightie, in blue, my favorite
color!  And a blue, silk robe!  And slippers!"  Sam had no fear of
changing into the new outfit; Mistress had told her that as long as it
was in the closet, she had earned the right to wear it.  Mistress had
also said that Sam was entitled to sleep without the corset once she
found a nightie in the closet.


"Do you like them?  I picked them out myself."


"Oh, I love them!  Thank you, thank you, thank you."  Sam hung the
nightie back up.  "I'll put that on when I get back."  She threw on the
robe and slid her feet into the slippers.  She kissed Linda, ran to
Linda's room, got the orange juice, and returned, passing Elizabeth and
Susan on the way back.


Linda took the pitcher, and in a quite unladylike fashion, downed half
of it without a glass.  "Much better.  Now, wench, what are you waiting
for?  Into your nightie and join me."


Sam cheerfully said, "Yes, milady!" and changed out of the corset and
into the nightie.  Then she got into bed with Linda, cuddled up and
fell asleep.


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


A DREAM?...


Sam was in the ballroom in her wedding dress once more.  The same
strange man came in and asked her to dance.  She accepted and they
danced a bit, just as they had in the last dream.  But this time a hand
tapped the man on the shoulder.  "May I cut in?"


The strange man stepped aside and Samantha saw who the newcomer was. 
"Andros!"


Andros stepped in and danced with Sam.  Eventually, Sam looked up at
him, and said, "I missed you, Andros."


"I've been watching over you for a while, my love.  But you had to
accept who you were before I could touch your heart again.  I did what
I could for you, but I'm so limited now."


"Will you be coming for me?  In the real world, I mean."


"I can't, my love.  You are destined for another."  Andros nodded at
the stranger.


"Him?  I don't even know who he is."


"But you will.  He'll need some help, but eventually, you will be
husband and wife, and your love will be the kind for the history
books."


"But, Andros,...  I want you."


"And I wish I could be with you.  But know, as long as you still need
me, I will be with you," Andros placed his hand on her chest over her
heart, "here."


"Andros, I don't understand.  Why can't you come for me?  Be with me?"


Andros just smiled, and stepped back.  When Sam realized Andros was
going to step away from her, she screamed, "Andros!" and lurched
forward, only to find herself sitting up in bed beside Linda.


"Are you okay, Samantha?  Another nightmare?"


"Not exactly."


Linda rubbed Sam's back.  "Sam?"


"Yes?"


"Who is Andros?"


"My first lover."


"Doesn't sound like a girl's name."


"It isn't.  I used to be bisexual.  Thanks to an abusive father and
some well meaning, but very bad therapists, I... forgot."


"So what happened to him?"


"I don't know.  I lost track of him about 10 years ago."


"Want me to try to find out?"


Sam turned back to her.  "Could you?"


"Sure.  I'll need to get Mistress's permission, but I don't see why
she'd say no.  What's his last name?"


"Stevens.  Andros Stevens."


"Okay, I'll see what I can find out."


Sam hugged her.  With tears in her eyes, she said, "Thank you.  You're
too good to me."


"Nonsense.  Now come back to bed."


Sam cuddled up and went back to sleep.


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


TWO DAYS LATER...


Sam was working in the kitchen when Linda came up to her.  "Sam, I've
found out about your friend, Andros."


Sam picked up a tub full of dishes and said excitedly, "What?  Where is
he?"


Linda swallowed.  "About 7 years ago, your friend had sex with the
wrong person.  He... contracted HIV."


"HIV?  That's the..."


"Virus that causes AIDS."


Sam swallowed.  "That doesn't matter to me.  Where is he?  How is he?"


"I'm sorry, Sam.  He... proved unresponsive to the medication.  He...
died 4 years ago."


Sam stared at Linda, before suddenly dropping what she was carrying and
collapsing where she was.  She had a brief impression of people
screaming and moving around her, but none of that seemed to matter. 
She barely felt herself being carried somewhere, and before she knew
it, she was tucked in bed with someone beside her.  But despite all the
caring despite all the consoling, Sam still cried herself to sleep.


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


A VISION...


Sam was in her wedding dress, but this time she was just standing in
the middle of the room, sobbing her eyes out and nothing the strange
man could do or say was getting through to her.


"Why the tears, my love?"


Sam looked up and saw Andros.  "Oh, Andros, you're dead.  Now I can
never hold you in my arms again."


"So?  I told you, Sam.  As long as you need me," he pressed his hand to
her bosom, "I'll be here for you."


"But... I'm not sure that's enough.  I want you in my arms again.  And
if I can't..."


"You'll take from your new friends, Linda, Elizabeth, even Susan and
Elaine, the new light of their life.  Samuel might have been capable of
that, but not my Samantha."


"I..."


"They love you, Sam.  And for what they've done for you, you love them
too."  Sam was speechless, and could only stand there with tears in her
eyes.  "Buck up, my love.  Another will come for you, one who you will
love so deeply that I will be but a faint glimmer in your life."


"Never!  No one will ever take your place in my heart."


"No.  But his place in your heart will be more than my own."  Sam just
shook her head.  "I know you find it hard to believe now, but when you
doubt, just look to your new friends and know you are loved."  Andros
kissed Sam, and Sam woke up with the feel of his lips on hers.


She had been wrong.  She had not been taken back to her room.  She was
in Elizabeth and Susan's room, and the couple were sleeping with their
arms around her.  Sam snuggled in.  They weren't Andros, but they would
do for now.


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


A MONTH AND A HALF LATER...


Sam woke up to find, for the first time since the night she realized
who she was, no bottle of medication awaiting her.  Sam smiled.  This
meant that she would see Mistress for the first time since that night
where Mistress had fucked her.


"Finally," she said as she changed into her maid's uniform.  She had
recovered from the loss of Andros quite well with the support of her
new friends.  She was finally able to shed the corset when she got her
waist down to a trim 24", giving her measurements of 36C-24-34.  The
dreams of the strange man had persisted (all the same as the first
dream without Andros), first coming daily, but eventually tapering off
to once a week.


She had wanted to tell Mistress Elaine about her decision to remain
Samantha forever, but had not seen her in a month and a half.  She now
had a drawer full of bottles of the delaying medication (dumping the
first had been symbolic, she hadn't wanted to just waste the rest). 
She quickly got into her uniform and ran down to the kitchen.  She
checked the tray for imperfections and found none.  She grabbed a
napkin, slung it over her arm and took the tray of food out to
Mistress.


Mistress was sitting at her usual place, but instead of reading a
newspaper as she usually was, she was sitting quietly, rubbing her
brow.  As she set the food in front of Mistress, she said, "Mistress,
you seem bothered by something.  May I help?"


"Thank you for the offer, Samantha, but it is a problem in the lab. 
Something I must remedy myself."


"As you wish, ma'am.  Mistress, there is something else I wished to
inform you of."


"Yes?"


"You've probably already heard, but I wanted you to hear it from me
directly.  I've decided to remain as Samantha and not return to my male
self."


"Yes, I had heard.  Simply stop taking the formula and within 24 hours,
the changes will be permanent."


"Thank you, Mistress, but I already have."


Mistress Elaine looked surprised.  "Already have... what?"


"Stopped taking the formula.  I stopped taking it the day after you and
I had sex that night."


"But you... you haven't changed."  Mistress's voice had taken on an
almost hysterical edge that was beginning to scare Samantha.


"Wasn't that the point?"


Mistress suddenly leaped up, grabbed Sam's arms and lifted her from the
ground.  "This is impossible!  I used the simplest formula on you!  The
oldest formula I had!"  Mistress shook her violently.  "Why didn't you
change?!"


Sam whimpered, "Mistress, please.  You're hurting me."


Mistress stopped.  "This isn't possible."  Mistress threw Sam to the
ground, yelled, "This shouldn't have happened!" and ran from the room.


Elizabeth and a couple other girls ran into the room.  "What's going
on?  What's wrong with Mistress?"


Sam remained on the ground, rubbing her arms where Mistress had grabbed
her.  "I don't know.  She just freaked after I told her I intended to
remain a woman."


"Well, she knew about that.  Why would she react like that?"


"I don't know.  She really lost it after I told her I stopped taking
the delaying medication."


"So you didn't take your medication this morning.  No biggie."


"Well, this morning or any morning for the last month and a half."


All the girls were incredulous.  "What?!"


Samantha stood up, still rubbing her arms.  "Yeah, ever since that
night where Mistress fucked me.  What's the big deal?  Mistress said
that if I ever stopped taking the medication my change would become
permanent, so I stopped taking the medication to make my change
permanent."


"Yeah, but not without some side effects.  Sam, haven't you ever
noticed that all the girls here have either abnormally large tits, or
an abnormally large dick?"


"Yeah, but I just figured like you and Linda, that it was part of their
punishment for whatever had earned their change to womanhood in the
first place."


"Sam, even in our cases, our growth wasn't entirely due to our
punishments."


"What are you talking about?"


"Sam, Mistress was originally a transsexual.  A man who, inside, was
really a woman.  She went through all the normal procedures, the
psychiatric reviews, hormone therapies, everything but the final
surgery, which she wasn't interested in, but she was less than
impressed with the results.  So she turned her biochemical knowledge to
the problem, and developed the transformative compounds which were the
basis of all her further work.


"But it turned out that there was a problem.  After drinking the
compound, it saturates the breasts, where the greatest change occurs,
or in the penis, where testosterone is produced.  If the body stops
getting new doses of the substance, without getting a countering agent,
then it either rejects the serum and the person reverts to manhood, or
it starts producing the serum on its own at the point of highest
concentration.  Unfortunately, it  had a side effect of causing those
tissues to swell and grow after producing the serum on their own."


"But Mistress doesn't look any different than I do.  Her breasts and
dick are both large, but not abnormally so."


"Mistress takes daily doses of her own medication, every morning.  She
doesn't want to revert to manhood, which is what she says will happen
due to her biochemical make-up.  She's been trying to fix the problem,
but so far, she hasn't succeeded."


"Well, maybe she succeeded with me.  With whatever changes she made to
my formula."


"That's just it.  She didn't make any changes to your formula.  The
last changes she made turned out to be totally wrong, so you got the
original formula."


Sam looked down at her body.  "I swear.  I haven't taken any of the
formula since that day after Mistress fucked me."


"But why didn't you change?"


Suddenly a girl ran into the room.  "Quick, Mistress has gone berserk
in her lab!  We need help!"


Everybody ran to the lab.  The door was locked, and they heard the
sound of crashing glass inside.  Working together they broke down the
door.  Inside, Mistress was sweeping bottles, tubes, and all other
sorts of lab paraphernalia onto the floor.  She was screaming through
tears, "It shouldn't have worked.  Why her?!  Why her?!  It shouldn't
have worked!"


Elizabeth, the only girl with the size necessary to do it, tackled
Mistress and tried to hold her down, but Mistress fought with the
strength of desperation, and it took Sam and four other girls to
finally restrain her.  Once she realized there was no use fighting,
Mistress stopped.  Through teary eyes, she looked up at Sam and said,
"Why you?  Why didn't you change?"


Sam said, "If I knew I would tell you."


Mistress neither fought nor helped as the girls carried her up to her
room and tied her to her bed.  Sam went back to her room and tried to
think about what was different about her.  She thought and thought, and
finally she thought she had it.  But proving it would take some
questions and some conniving.


She went to Linda first and found her in the lab, collecting the last
of Mistress's medication.  "Lady Linda, did Mistress ever tell you what
would happen if she didn't get her daily dosage of medication?"


"She said that if it follows the same pattern as it did with others,
within four hours, her body would reject the medication and she would
become a man again.  Then if she didn't get another dose within 24
hours, she'd be a man forever."


"So how much medication does she have left?"


"2 days worth.  Which is lucky, because that's how long it'll take her
assistant to distill more."


Sam left and went back to work.  The morning of the day after next, she
went and took the watch on Mistress who was still tied to the bed.  At
7 AM, Linda came in with the last bottle of medication and left it on
the dresser with instructions for Sam to give it to her at 7:30.


At 7:30, Sam got up, locked the door, and returned to Mistress's side,
without the medication.  At about 8:30, Mistress, realizing she hadn't
received her daily dosage, came out of her fog, and said, "Samantha, is
that you?"


"Yes, Mistress."


"Do you have my medication?"


"Yes, Mistress."


"Bring it over to me."


"No, Mistress."


"WHAT!"


"This has to be done, Mistress."


"Damn you!  I order you to bring me my medication!"


Sam got up, got the bottle, and walked into the bathroom.  Mistress
heard a flush and Sam returned with the empty medication bottle.


"You... BITCH!  You got what you wanted, now you're punishing me for
hurting you!  You hate me!"


Sam lay on the bed and threw her arms around Mistress's neck.  "Oh,
no!  I love you!  I want to give you the greatest gift I can."


"Please, Samantha, don't do this to me!  I don't want to be a man
again."


"I'm sorry, Mistress, to put you through this."


For the next three hours, Mistress cried, ranted, and begged, but all
Sam did was hold Mistress's head to her bosom.  At the end of that
time, Mistress, with her eyes tightly closed, felt her body shudder and
then remained silent.  That is, until she gasped, opened her eyes, and
saw Samantha rubbing her tits.


She was confused.  She should've reverted to her old male form by now. 
She tried to think, but thanks to Samantha's hands, she was getting far
too excited.  Samantha deftly undid the bonds that held her and as soon
as she was free, Mistress let her own hands find Samantha's breasts. 
They worked together to excite and undress each other.  When they were
naked, Samantha stroked Mistress's dick, and prepared to straddle her
to get her into a position to enter Samantha's ass, but Mistress
grabbed Samantha's dick and said, "No.  I want you inside me."


Samantha was flabbergasted.  In all the time she had been in Mistress's
home, the one thing she had never done, nor heard of being done by
anyone else, was fucking Mistress in the ass.  But she wasn't loathe to
the idea, and got between Mistress's legs, and placed her dick against
Mistress's ass.  "Are you ready?"


"Yes.  Do it."


Samantha pressed into Mistress, slowly stroking, plunging in and out of
her, all the while rubbing her body, stroking her in ways that had been
done upon her own body.  Soon Mistress was spraying onto Samantha's
belly, and clenching her own ass in orgasm, pushing Samantha over the
edge and into orgasm, spraying deep into Mistress.  They fucked many
times that day until they fell asleep together in sexually fulfilled
bliss.


When Samantha woke up, she saw Mistress, still very much the woman,
standing in front of the mirror, acting as though she didn't understand
what she saw there.  Her fingers reached out and stroked the mirror, as
though she could touch and dispel some illusion that was there.


She saw that Samantha had waken up and turned to her.  "I don't
understand.  How?"


"Desire."


"Desire?"  Mistress turned back to the mirror, thought about it and
said, "Of course.  If a person desired to become a woman, the brain's
chemical balance would change.  The brain would produce chemicals that
the transformation agent would bond with which would prevent the
super-saturation that leads to abnormal tissue growth.  But the only
way this would've worked on you," she turned back to Sam, "is if you
really wanted to be a girl, even before I gave you the drug."


Sam nodded then explained the dream-inspired revelations about her
life.  "Oh, you poor, poor girl.  What I did to you must've been
terrible."


"Oh, no.  Don't you understand?  You freed me.  You helped me face the
darkness of my past and shed light on my life."


Mistress walked over and sat beside Samantha.  "And you freed me. 
Freed me from the chemicals that were my daily chain."  Mistress kissed
Sam.  "But you took an awful chance.  If you were wrong and I had
reverted I would've made sure you were punished thoroughly."


"Even then, it would've snapped you out of your funk.  Besides, I
didn't destroy the medication.  I poured it into a glass in the
bathroom, flushed the toilet, and carried the empty bottle out here. 
And even if I had flushed it, there was still the forty-some odd
bottles of the stuff that I didn't use sitting in my dresser."


Mistress laughed, and wrapped her arm around Samantha and hugged her
close.  "You're a sneaky one, little girl.


"Why thank you, Mistress."


"Enough of that.  Call me Elaine.  You've earned the right."


Sam tried it out.  "Elaine...  Doesn't sound right.  If you don't mind,
I'm going to stick with Mistress."


"Well, if you want to.  You have done me a great favor, Samantha, and I
always repay my debts.  Ask me for something, anything you'd like, and
if it is within my power to grant, I shall do so."


"I'm not sure you can grant what I want."


"What's that?"


"I want to go back to school and finish my degree."


"Is that it?  Done.  That's too easy.  Ask for something else."


"But the girls said that those of us transformed had no real legal
identity."


"A simple matter to get you a fake ID."


"Why not do the same for the other girls?"


"I do and have.  Each girl now has their own female identity now.  It's
just that they feel they can't leave  because those with extra large
dicks are afraid of being discovered, and those with extra large tits,
unless they choose a profession in the porn industry, are rarely taken
seriously, by men or women.  Now, thanks to you, I can develop a
medication to reverse the abnormal growth experienced when they decided
to become women permanently.  They'll look normal and be able to leave
my employ if they wish."


"I don't think there'll be that many who wish to leave you."


"Hummph.  Most of these girls stay only because they feel they can't
make it out there.  Once they've got normal looking bodies, they'll be
out of here like a shot."


"Care to bet on it?  I'll bet the wish you've given that less than 25
percent of the women in your employ will leave you after you've made
your offer."


"Done.  But you're throwing away your wish."


"How many do you think are going to leave?"


"At least half.  In fact, let's extend the bet.  If more than 50
percent of my staff leave me, not only do you lose the wish you've got,
but you promise to work for me for the rest of your life.  And don't
worry, I mean as a lawyer, but you'll have to switch your specialty
from criminal to contract law."


"Alright, but if there's fewer than 10 percent who leave you, you owe
me 3 wishes, AND you pay for the rest of my college education, in
whatever specialty I choose."


"Done."


Mistress smiled, and they got dressed and went out.  Everybody was
ecstatic over Mistress's return, and when they found out it was Sam who
did it, it took Mistress's intervention for her to deal with the press
of bodies about her.  After the throng cleared out, Mistress informed
Linda that Sam had earned the right to address anyone there without
honorifics, including Mistress herself.  As Mistress walked away Linda
said, "You get to call her Elaine...?"


"Doesn't sound right, does it?"


Linda shook her head.  "No."


"I intend to keep calling her Mistress.  It just seems right."


"Yeah...  You're right."  Linda put her arm around Sam.  "Come on,
sister.  Tell me all about what happened between you."


A couple days later, Mistress announced her new discovery that would
allow them to become normal looking women.  And after getting all the
orders, only 34% took her up on the offer to even use the drug (mostly
the extreme cases of growth, like Linda) and only 7% announced their
intention to leave the house staff, and half of those asked Mistress if
they could be put to work in her corporate sector businesses and stay
living in the house.


After Mistress computed the totals, she hugged Sam and,through teary
eyes, said, "I guess I owe you three wishes, now."


Linda was one of the first to get the "normalizer", and Sam was the
first to experience Linda's new 14" cock.  Later that night, when Sam,
Linda, Elizabeth (who  had chosen to forgo the "normalizer"), and Susan
were all asleep in the couple's bed, Linda took Sam's face in hand and
said, "I'm glad you came to us."


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


FOUR YEARS LATER...


Samantha had graduated Law school at the top of her class, and, as a
graduation gift, Mistress had gotten her a job at a prestigious law
firm.  Samantha had still not used any of her three wishes, and, so
far, didn't see any need to.


She was just finishing up the write-up on the closing argument she
would be using in a case she was working on, when her secretary said,
"Miss Nevada, there's an Elaine on line one.  She won't give her last
name."


"It's okay, April.  I'll take it.  And for heavens sake, call me Sam or
at least Samantha, if you must be formal."


"Yes, Miss Samantha."


Samantha gave a short laugh as she picked up the phone.  "It's a
start.  Mistress, how are you?"


"In a little bit of a pickle, Samantha.  How'd you like an all expenses
paid trip to Las Vegas?"


"Who do I have to kill?"


Mistress laughed.  "Nothing so radical.  Susan is going up to a medical
convention to check on some new equipment and products for me.  Usually
I send along a lawyer to make sure that any contracts she needs to sign
are on the up and up, but right now, all my regulars are busy on other
things for me.  I know your specialty is criminal law, but could you go
along for me?"


"When is it?"


"Next Wednesday."


"You lucked out.  As it turns out, I've got a couple weeks vacation
time starting next Tuesday.  Fax the flight info to me here at the
office and I'll meet Susan at the airport."


"Will do.  Thanks, Samantha.  You're a life saver."


"Just returning the favor you did for me."


Over the next few days, Samantha wrapped up her cases in preparation
for her trip, then met Susan at the airport.  On the plane, a chartered
flight, Susan mentioned, "I'm glad you're coming along, Samantha."


"Why's that?"


"Elizabeth and I have a rule.  No sex with anyone you can't share. 
We've made a few mistakes, picked someone we thought would be willing
to have sex with both of us, but turned out to be not interested, but
for the most part, we're pretty good about judging people."  She took
Sam's hand.  "With you I know you've got nothing against being with
both of us."


"No problem with that."  Sam leaned over and kissed Susan on the lips. 
"Susan, how did you meet Mistress?  How did you find out about what she
was capable of?"


"Actually, I was lovers with Elaine back when she was a guy.  Although
I didn't know it until long after I met Elaine.  When I was fresh out
of college, I was a medical administrative assistant at a prestigious
medical lab.  I was posted to a new up and coming young scientist.  I'm
not giving you his name so don't ask.  This scientist was brilliant,
and doing new things with Biochemistry that had never been conceived
of.  We hit it off immediately and became lovers.  We knew even then
that it wasn't anything but sex between us, but we were both okay with
that.


"Now there was always something secretive about this scientist, not
unusual in the world of scientific advancements, but even more so in
his case.  Well, one Sunday he calls me up and says, 'Susan, whatever
happens, don't be surprised at what happens tomorrow.'


"I asked what he meant by that, but he wouldn't explain.  Imagine my
surprise when he came in the next day in a dress.  There was a bit of a
hullabaloo over it by the executives, but Elaine, as he was calling
himself now, pointed out that he was on contract, and his contract
couldn't be terminated for a medical condition that didn't interfere
with the commission of his duties.  Since "her" status as a Transsexual
was a medical condition, being treated by a psychiatrist, "she"
couldn't be fired for it.


"Problem was, "Elaine", as a man, was one of the most masculine people
you could imagine, broad shoulders, tight abs, thick, muscular arms and
legs, and even after the year of required living as a woman, and three
years of hormone treatments, and some hefty plastic surgery, there was
still something about her that was very masculine. The problem was, she
knew it, and she didn't like it.  So she turned her knowledge of
biochemistry to the problem.


"Eventually, she went to the board and proposed research into a new
invention of hers she called APS, Aggressive Protein Strands.  If they
worked she would be able to program the strands to migrate to specific
points in the human body and cause the tissue to either grow or
contract at an accelerated rate, causing radical changes to the body in
very short periods of time.


"But, as you may have realized, sometimes, prestigious translates to
mean stodgy and conservative, and the board was still ticked that she
hadn't discussed her "condition" with them ahead of time.  That
combined with the fact that the APS system she proposed was so radical
caused them to reject her, pretty much out of hand.


"Now, during this time we had remained lovers, and to be honest, I had
developed a taste for she-males.  But when the board turned her down,
she suddenly became even more secretive.  I could tell she was really
upset, but she wouldn't let me help her.  Then, one day, she just
disappeared.  I was curious and tried to find her, but received no
luck, and got nowhere.


"Well, over the next ten years, I met my husband to be, got married,
and got a great new offer for a job at a new lab.  It was there that I
met Elaine as you know her.  And it's a testament to the effectiveness
of APS that I had no idea who she used to be.  After about a year of
working at the new lab went by, the... incident between me and my
husband occurred."


"Elizabeth told me about it."


"Yes, well, I went into work all distraught and eventually got pulled
into the office by Elaine.  She wanted to know what had happened.  In
order to get me to talk, she revealed who she once was.  It was then
that we planned the changes that would bring Elizabeth into
existence."


"Elizabeth told me all about what happened next."


"Yes, well, can you keep a secret?"


"I'm a lawyer.  Of course I can keep a secret."  Then joking, she said,
"You want to make this official, hand me a dollar, and you become my
client, and anything you tell me gets attorney-client
confidentiality."  Susan got her purse and fished out a dollar and
handed it to Sam.  "Woah.  Serious."


"Yeah.  Lizzie told you that after she transformed, I went shopping for
"her", then came home and was upset that she had drunk her way up to a
D cup?"


"Yeah."


"Well, it wasn't for the reasons she thought.  I could've easily gone
out and exchanged what I had for the larger sizes she now needed.  I
was upset because she had ruined my plans for the evening."


"Which were?"


"I was so pissed at my husband for what he had done to me that day.  I
knew about what changes Mistress had made to the formula, and I
intended to get my husband dressed up, take him out and fill him with
drinks until his breasts burst from his chest in front of everybody. 
And he had beaten me to it.


"Now Lizzie considers herself kind of an evolved state of what she used
to be.  She thinks of herself as my husband, but different.  Me?  I
consider them two totally separate people.  It's the only way I've got
to reconcile my feelings.  You see, from the very first time we made
love, I noticed differences in Lizzie from my husband.  She was kinder,
gentler than he ever was, and from that first night, I loved Lizzie,
but still hated him.  And when I found out she was an alcoholic, I
hated him all the more for the problems he had saddled her with.  And
when she went behind my back and asked Mistress to change the formula
so she could break her addiction, I loved her all the more, for I knew
my husband never would've consented to such a thing, much less thought
of it on his own.


"But as time went on and the deadline grew closer, I became truly
frightened that she'd allow HIM back into my life.  I knew Mistress
wouldn't force her to remain Lizzie for the rest of her life, so I
conspired to make it so.  That night at the restaurant I had a bottle
of knockout drops.  I intended to tell Lizzie how I felt, that I didn't
want her to ever be a man again.  Then, she'd be so upset with me that
she'd look away long enough for me to spike her drink.  Then I'd keep
her unconscious till the effect of the transformation became
permanent.


"When she told me that she wanted the same thing, I almost dropped the
bottle.  I realized then that my husband was dead and I was happy to be
Lizzie's wife and lover.  And we've been happy ever since."


"That's some story.  I can see why you want to keep it quiet."


Susan nodded.  "Well, I'm going to get some sleep before we land in
Vegas.  Thanks for letting me talk."


"No prob."  As Susan fell asleep, Sam started to work on some legal
briefs.  She had never been able to sleep on a plane, which made it all
the more amazing when she fell asleep.


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


A DREAM ON A PLANE...


Samantha was in the same ballroom with the same white wedding dress. 
She was a little mystified.  She hadn't had this dream since she had
joined the law firm and moved out of Mistress's home and into a place
of her own.  She turned to the door and waited for the strange man to
enter.  She waited and waited, but he didn't come.


"He's not coming."  Sam turned to see Andros waiting there.  He pointed
at the door.  "This time you have to go to him."


"Andros?"  She almost ran to him, but he shook his head, and faded
out.  She turned back, went to the door and opened it...


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


IN VEGAS...


The flight attendant shook Sam awake.  "Excuse me, ma'am.  We'll be
landing in about 30 minutes."


Sam sighed.  "If only it could've been 35."


"Ma'am?"


"Nothing.  Just a dream."


The attendant woke Susan and prepared for touch down.  When they
landed, they went and checked in at the hotel.  They were in adjoining
rooms with a connecting door.  Once Sam was finished unpacking, she
heard a knock on the adjoining door.  She went and opened it to let
Susan in.  So what's our agenda?"


"We've got a display of merchandise on the top floor in the ballroom at
6 PM.  Which leaves us 4 hours to entertain ourselves.  Any
suggestions?"


"Well, I don't know about you, but I plan on taking a shower.  Care to
join me?"


"Sounds fun." 


Susan got up and took Sam by the hand and led her into the bathroom. 
The two undressed each other, and even before they got into the shower
Susan took Sam's breast and kissed the nipple.  Sam moaned, and started
to stroke Susan's body.  Susan stood erect and they kissed, pressing
breasts to breasts and cock to cunt.


Susan almost climbed onto Sam, but Sam pushed her away and stepped
towards the shower.  "At this rate we're never even going to get wet."


Susan winked.  "So?"


As Sam stepped into the shower, she said, "Flirt.  You weren't running
around all day getting ready for the flight.  Now you going to help me
get clean, or just stand there looking cute?"


Susan joined her in the shower as Sam started the water.  She got
behind Sam and took her breasts in hand.  She pulled Sam to her and
rubbed her own breasts against Sam's back.  Sam moaned and rubbed her
butt against Susan's pelvis.  Susan, not even realizing what she was
doing, unconsciously humped her hips against Sam's, as though she were
currently wearing her dildo.  She kissed Sam's neck and nibbled her ear
as she reached down and took Sam's dick in hand.  As Sam got her dick
stroked, she pumped her hips into Susan's hand, accentuating the
feelings.  Finally Sam turned around and pressed Susan against the
wall.  She kissed Susan as she pressed her dick into Susan's cunt. 
Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around Sam's hips.  They moved
together in the shower until they came together.


After they were finished, they actually took the time to clean each
other before going into their separate rooms (they both admitted that
the other was too much temptation for them to get ready in the same
room) and got dressed.


They went downstairs and had dinner before heading up to the
convention.  When they entered, Sam stopped.  "What is it?" Susan
asked.


"I don't know.  There's just something... familiar about this place."


"What?"


"Haven't the foggiest.  I've never been here before."  Sam shrugged. 
"Oh, well, this is a working vacation.  Let's get to work."


They started to check out displays, seeing if there was anything
Mistress could use at her private clinic or in her lab.  At one point,
Susan turned to see Sam staring at something.  She looked to try to
see, but only saw a group of the men who owned the businesses whose
products they were checking out.  She walked over to the dumbstruck
girl, and said, "What's so interesting?" but Sam didn't even reply. 
Susan snapped her fingers in front of Sam's face, and said, "Earth to
Sam, Earth to Sam, come in, Sam," but Sam didn't even respond.  Susan
slapped Sam's face lightly, but when she got no response, decided to
take drastic action, and reached down and tweaked Sam's nipple.


Sam's hand went to her breast as she said, "OW!" and came out of her
daze.


"You okay?"


"Yeah.  What'd you do that for?"


"Well everything else, including slapping your face, didn't work so it
was either that or slug you.  What's so interesting?"


She pointed to the group of business owners.  "That man, the young one,
who is he?"


"That's James Smith.  He's a cutie, isn't he?  He owns a small medical
supply business.  Even works in the same city as Elaine.  Most of his
stuff is pretty good, but he doesn't deal in the rare supplies Elaine
needs, so I've never done business with him.  Why the interest?"


"He's...  He's the strange man from my dream."


"Your dream?"


"The one where I'm in a wedding dress, in a ballroom.  In fact, this is
the very ballroom.  I didn't recognize it at first because of all the
people and tables, but this is definitely the place."


"So this is the guy you're supposed to marry?  I hate to say it, but
forget it, sister girlfriend."


"Why?"


"Because back when I first met him, I decided to scope him out to see
if he'd be a good choice for a sexual partner.  Truth s, he's a bit of
a flirt, and something of a low level cad, nothing really serious. 
But, more importantly, his view of she-males is, as he put it,
'interesting and some are even mildly attractive, but too disturbing to
even consider.'"


"Oh."  Sam was deflated.  Could her dream have been wrong?  Could her
dream have been just a dream?  If it was, why did she include Andros? 
And why did she even dream of a real man and this real place?


She was still in a confusion as she bumped right into something.  "Oh,
excuse me," she said.  She looked up into the face of who she had
bumped into.  It was him!


"No problem," James Smith said.  "The day I object to someone as
beautiful as you bumping into me is the day I need to be buried six
feet under."  James took her hand and kissed it.  "My name is James. 
James Smith."


Sam found herself blushing like a schoolgirl.  "Samantha.  Samantha
Nevada.  My friends call me Sam."


"Well, may I have the privilege?"


"I think I should get to know you first."


"Would you allow me to buy you dinner then?  Just to get to know you,
of course."


"Sure."


"Meet you in the dining room at 9?"


"See you then."


As he walked away, Susan came up.  "What was that about?"


"I've got a dinner date."


"Sam, I told you how he felt!  How could you make an appointment with
him?"


Sam sighed.  "I just couldn't say no."


That night, Sam and James met for dinner, and she had a wonderful
time.  When he left her at the door to her room, he didn't even make
some lame attempt to get himself invited in.  She went in and collapsed
on the bed.


"So?" Susan asked from the adjoining doorway.  "How'd it go?"


"He was wonderful.  Andros didn't even make me feel this way.  Maybe...
Maybe you were wrong.  Maybe he just never met a she-male before, and
that's why he feels like he does."


"Yeah, and what if I'm right?"


"Why are you saying these things to me?"


"Because I've seen what happens when the girls reveal themselves to the
wrong people.  If I'm right and you're lucky, he'll just drop you like
a hot stone.  If you're not, he may beat you...  Possibly even kill
you.  Mistress would punish him for that.  But it wouldn't bring you
back."


Sam turned away from her.  "Leave me alone!"


Susan walked up and kissed Sam on the cheek.  "I'm sorry, hun.  Maybe
you are right and he can handle it.  Just think long and hard and get
to know him real well before you reveal yourself to him."  Susan then
returned to her own room.


Over the remainder of the trip, Sam got to know James well, and,
unfortunately, she had to admit that Susan was right and it probably
wouldn't be wise to let him know her secret.  He wouldn't have become
violent, but he would've left her had he known.  Once he found out she
lived in the same city as he did, however, he didn't even press for
sex, and asked her to be his steady girlfriend.  She accepted, but knew
she'd have to do something about her... little extra before they could
go any further.


When she got back, she went straight to Mistress and said, "I have my
first wish."


"What is it?"


"I want a cunt."


Mistress looked long and hard at her.  "If that's what you want.  I
don't have any biochemical mixtures for that purpose, but I can easily
afford the more conventional means.  But before I do, if I may ask,
why?"


"There's this guy I met..."


Mistress shook her head. "Oh, hun, you're making a mistake.  If this
were what you wanted for you, I'd say fine, but no good can come from
changing yourself for someone else."


"This is what I want!  If you're not going to do it..."


"I didn't say no.  Just think about it.  Okay?  Take a week, if you
still want the operation, then I'll pay for it."


One week later, Sam still wanted the operation, so Mistress paid for
it.  She spent the recovery time for the operation in Mistress's home
(she told James she was out of town on a business trip) being dutifully
attended by the girls in general, but mostly by Linda in specific. 
After she had fully recovered, she was standing nude in front of the
mirror, looking at the results, when Linda came in.  Sam turned to face
her.  "So?  How do I look?"


"Very pretty."


"You don't sound too enthusiastic."


"Oh, don't get me wrong.  You're still the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen.  But I think you looked a lot prettier with your dick.  It
was... I don't know... right for you."


Sam turned back to the mirror.  "Well, this is the new me, so you
better get used to it."


Linda came up behind her and kissed her neck while rubbing her hips. 
"I think I could get used to it a lot faster, if you'd share."


"Why you little flirt."


"Do you mind?"


"Well, I was kind of planning to share it with James first, but I don't
suppose it'd hurt to take it for a test run."  Sam turned, wrapped her
arms around Linda's neck and kissed her.  Linda took Sam in her arms
and kissed her back.  Sam pushed Linda back and onto the bed, flipped
Linda's skirt up, pulled down her panties and climbed up on top of
her.  Linda used her hands to stroke Sam's body, as Sam lowered herself
onto Linda's already hard dick.


They moved together until Linda asked, "So, how does it feel to get
fucked in the cunt rather than the ass?"


"Oh, it feels exquisite.  The sensations...  The..."  Suddenly Sam
screamed in pain and fell over.


"What?  What's wrong?"


Through tears, Sam replied, "My cunt!  My entire crotch!  It feels like
it's on fire!"


"What can I do?"


"Go... get... Mistress."


Linda was off like a shot.  She returned with Mistress only a few
moments later, but by then Sam was on the floor.  She no longer seemed
to be in pain, but was crying freely.


Mistress came over and put her arm around Sam's shoulder.  "Sam, honey,
what's wrong?"


Sam turned and buried her head in Mistress's shoulder.  "It's back. 
It's back."


Mistress was about to ask what it was, when she felt something brush
her thigh.  Looking down between Sam's legs, she saw Sam's dick, not
only back, but about an inch longer than it used to be.


Mistress picked Sam up and put her in her bed.  "Linda, get me my
medical bag."


"Mistress, she seems so distraught.  Couldn't this wait till morning?"


Mistress grew angry.  "Linda, if I am to fix this, I will need blood
samples to check, and the longer we wait the more likely I am to lose
whatever in her blood caused this reversion!  Now get me my bag!"


"Yes, ma'am."


Linda ran off and quickly returned with Mistress's medical bag. 
Mistress drew some of Sam's blood, and carefully packed the samples
away.  "Linda, stay with her tonight.  I'll be in my lab if an
emergency arises."


"Yes, ma'am."


Linda sat beside Sam and held her until Sam cried herself to sleep.


The next day Sam met Mistress in the lab.  "Mistress, do you have an
answer for me?  Why is my cock back?"


"I have an answer, but it's not promising.  It seems that your
testicles are inundated with the same chemical that changed you."


"I thought you said that my brain was the center of production in my
body for those chemicals."


"It is, which is part of the problem.  When you get sexually excited,
your brain sends signals to the cock that it thinks is supposed to be
there.  Not finding either cock or the APS that it knows is supposed to
be there, it uses the other chemicals in your body to... rebuild the
area."


"So I don't have a choice?  I've got to live with this thing for the
rest of my life?"


"I will work on a biochemical solution, but I don't know if I can find
a solution."


Sam almost broke down in tears as she said, "Thanks."


Over the next few months, Mistress did work on a solution, but every
time she managed to achieve success, it was only temporary.  And every
time Sam's cock came back, it was bigger than before.  The worst part
was, James was pressing her to go further with their relationship, i.e.
he wanted to have sex with her.


Finally, when she was up to 12" of cock, Mistress gave her the bad
news.  "I'm sorry, Sam, there's nothing I can do.  Your body has just
adapted too firmly to the chemicals.  There's no way I can give you a
working cunt."


"No way at all?"


"Well..."


"What?  I'll do anything."


"I don't think you will.  I can place biochemical blockers on your sex
drive.  Since you revert if you get excited, the blockers prevent you
from getting excited.  You'll never experience orgasm, or any kind of
sexual excitement again."


"Never?"


"Never."


Sam gulped.  Not really a tenable solution.  "Any other solutions?"


"Just one.  Even more untenable than the last."


"I find that hard to believe."


Mistress smiled.  "I can perform a total biochemical purge on you. 
It'll allow your body to accept the new chemicals, but it'll also mean
a reversion to Samuel."


"Couldn't you change me to Samuel, change my cock to a cunt then change
me back?"


"It's possible, but my tests show a 93% likelihood that you'll have
developed a toxic resistance.  More transformation chemicals just won't
work on you if you revert."


"Great.  So I've got a choice of spending my life as a man with a cunt
or a girl with a dick?"


"Yes.  I'm sorry.  I know it's no consolation, but since I wasn't able
to grant your wish, you get it back."


"You're right," Sam said, as she walked from the room.  "It's no
consolation."


Sam felt that her day couldn't get worse, but she was wrong.  James
took her to a restaurant for dinner, and dropped the bomb.  "Sam, we've
been going out for months, and I've tried to be as polite about this as
possible, but you don't seem to be getting it.  In fact, I think you've
been purposefully dodging me on  the issue.  So, now I'm just going to
say it flat out.  I want to take our relationship to the next level.  I
want to have sex with you.  So either we leave here and go somewhere to
have sex, or we leave here and go our separate ways."


Sam was momentarily rendered speechless.  "Could...  Could you wait a
day or two?"  She couldn't believe it.  She was actually considering
having Mistress use her biochemical blockers.


"I'm sorry, no."


Sam could feel the tears coming to her eyes.  "So...  So that's it? 
How we feel about each other...  How you make me feel...  How I make
you feel...  None of it matters?"


"You think this is easy for me?  It's no easier being rebuffed by you
every time the subject comes up.  I want you...  I... love you.  But if
you don't care enough to share yourself, then... it's over."


"Please!  Can't you just wait one day?!"


"No.  Look, you've told me you've had sex with others.  You know how
that makes me feel?  Knowing there's someone, perhaps many someones out
there that you've shared that special intimacy with, but not with me?"


"Please?!"


"Sorry.  Anything other than tonight is just too little, too late."


The tears ran down her face, as she yelled, "Bastard!" slapped James,
and stormed out of the restaurant.  As she got into her car, she turned
to see James staring after her, but as soon as he saw her noticing him,
he turned his head away.  She then proceeded to go right home and cry
herself to sleep.


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


A DREAM OF A SOLUTION...


Sam was back in the ballroom, in her wedding dress.  She turned to the
door and in walked James.  Despite the fact that Sam was none too
pleased with James, her dream self played out the fantasy.  He asked
her to dance, they danced, he placed her on a table, dropped her
panties, and fucked her.  Finally he whispered in her ear, "I love
you."


Previously this was the point at which the dream ended, but this time
Sam said, "Prove it."


James stepped back, closed his eyes, and changed.  His waist contracted
while his hips widened.  His chest expanded and continued to expand
until his shirt ripped open, and out spilled two breasts, breasts even
larger than her own.  James dropped his (her?) pants, helped Sam from
the table and took her place.  Sam moved up between James's legs,
placed her dick at his ass and slowly fucked him till they came
together.


>From behind her, Sam heard Andros's voice say, "I told you that he'd
need some help."


Sam turned around and faced Andros, after she did the he-she behind her
wrapped his/her legs and arms around Sam, and rested his/her head on
Sam's shoulder.  Sam said, "But, Andros, you said we'd be husband and
wife.  If this is the only way we can be together, how can that be?"


Andros just smiled as Sam felt the arms and legs of James shift around
her.  She felt James's very male lips kiss her.  James said, "Ask
Mistress about TX-3137.  Help make Tracie a reality.  Help bring us
back together."


Sam turned, and saw James, male again, smile and fade from view.  She
turned back to Andros, but he too was gone.


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


THE NEXT DAY...


Sam woke up, and sat up in bed.  She thought about the dream, and
decided to take a chance, and try to make it reality.  It was a big
chance, the transformation to womanhood could be a life changing
experience, she knew, and the new... Tracie could be incompatible with
Sam.


She got up, showered, dressed, and went to Mistress.  "Mistress, I have
a replacement for my first wish."


"Yes?"


"I want you to use your special formulas on James."


"Okay, but any particular reason?"  Sam explained what had happened the
night before.  "Well it sounds like a suitable reason.  But you
realize, even if he learns his lesson, he may never forgive you for
what you've done."


"Well, I've been thinking about that.  Is there a way you can make it
so he can be shifted between male and female forms at someone else's
command?"


Mistress looked at Sam suspiciously.  "Perhaps."


"What about formula TX-3137?"


"How did you know about that?"  Sam told her about the dream. 
"Strange, but it explains a lot."


"What do you mean?"


"The reason I selected you.  It came to me in a dream.  An image of
you, where I could get information on you, who you were, and what I
needed to do to you."


"It looks like Andros has been looking out for me for a while."


"Perhaps.  As a transsexual, I know there's something more than a
body.  But those discussions are best left to Sunday school or a
philosophy class."


"But what about TX-3137?"


"If it works, it will do as you say.  It will allow the subject to be
transformed by the command of another.  It'll even allow a series of
preprogrammed commands that will cuse the subject to follow required
behaviors.  But..."


"But what?"


"I've never tried it on a human subject.  There's no guaranteeing its
efficacy."


"I'm willing to risk it."


Mistress just smiled.


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


TWO DAYS LATER...


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