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  When he finished, he pulled the panties on, and found his
deodorant.  He rubbed some Secret on his smooth underarms.  He took
his bra, and put it on.  It was getting easy to do, now that he was
familiar with the procedure, and he even liked the way it felt.  He
shook himself, and was pleased by the limited jiggle.  "I see why
girls wear these things," he thought.

     He looked at his face.  His hair was still too short.  He took
his hair brush, and began brushing it back, and to one side.  It
was just too short to do much with it.  He tried brushing it
forward, and decided that was the best it could be.  He looked at
his face again.  He pursed his lips.  It made him think of the
cosmetics that he had bought.  He opened the drawer, and looked at
the things he had placed there.  He just did not know how to use
this stuff.

     He took the lipstick, and removed the cap.  He carefully
rubbed some on his lips, as he pursed them tight.  He did a fair
job of applying the color, which looked good as he examined
himself.  Only a little got on the area above his top lip.  He took
some
toilet tissue, and was daubing the offending bit of color away.
Suddenly, he realized what he was doing.  He was standing in front
of a bathroom mirror, putting lipstick on his face.  What was
happening to him?  He tried to get control of himself.  "What the
hell is going on?" he thought.  "Am I losing control of my mind?"

     Joe looked at himself in the bathroom mirror again.  The
lipstick had added some color to his tanned face, and made him look
more feminine.  He was trying to decide if he would try some of the
other cosmetics when Linda entered the open bathroom door.  She
looked at Joe, and smiled when she saw what he was doing.  She
looked at the things he had in the drawer.

     "Well, it certainly looks good on you," she said.  "Why don't
you try some liner and blush?"

     "I would, but I don't really know what I'm doing," Joe
replied.

     "Here, I'll help you," Linda said.

     She opened the lid of the powder and brushed some on his
face, and continued until the colors were as she liked them.  She
then used the eyeliner pencil very sparingly, to put some emphasis
on his eyes.  The effect was amazing.  Joe looked even better than
after the makeover at the department store.  The tasteful use of
makeup made his face look much more feminine, and attractive.  It
hardly looked like he had any makeup on at all, and yet he was
completely transformed.  He had to touch his face to believe it was
him looking back from the mirror.  Linda smiled at his reaction.
He looked at her, and back at the mirror.

     "Very impressive," was all she said.

     She walked out of the bathroom.  Joe followed her out, into
his bedroom.  She did not stop, but went out into the hallway, and
toward the back door.  Joe followed, but realized he was still in
his underwear.

     "I've got to get going," Linda said.  "I'll see you this
afternoon."

     "Bye," Joe called, as she went out the door.

     Joe went back to his room.  He went to the closet, and was
looked at the few things hanging there, trying to decide what to
wear.  He grabbed the jumpsuit and took it out into the bedroom.
He still favored it most of all, but he was getting more comfort-
able wearing more revealing, and cooler, clothes.  He stepped into
the light blue outfit, and zipped it up.  He then went to the
dresser mirror, and looked at himself.  The lipstick, and makeup
that Linda applied made him look attractive, but less familiar than
his plain face.  The loose fitting suit concealed his figure.

     Joe walked into the kitchen, trying to decide how to spend the
day.  He was snooping through Linda's refrigerator when the phone
rang.  He wondered if it was for him.  He had call forwarding at
his house, and had transferred his calls to Linda's.  He went to
the phone, and picked it up.

     "Hello, Joe Bates here," he answered.

     "Joe?  Joe Bates?" the voice on the other end said.  "This is
Angela Beaman, from Honeybone Avionics Personnel.  Sorry to bother
you.  I have a message for you."

     "What can I do for you, Angie?" Joe replied.

     "I had a call from Mr. Matheney, from Flight Test.  I believe
he's your boss," she said.

     "That's right," Joe answered.

     Joe was an electrical engineer, and often worked in the Flight
Test Department, testing new avionics hardware.  Thursday he had
worked on a new Nav receiver system which was designed to fix its
position from signals from satellites positioned around the earth
by the Department of Defense.  He and an associate had been using
the company Learjet 35, conducting ground and flight tests on it.
Jim Matheney was the department head of the group which conducted
these type of tests.  The company Joe worked for had a number of
aircraft, a Gulfstream I turboprop and a twin Cessna 421, as well
as the Lear.  Joe was a pilot, and was checked out in all of but
the big G-I, which was almost never used for test work anymore.  It
was simply too expensive to operate, and they did not need the
room.

     "Mr. Matheney would like you to call him as soon as possible,"
the woman said.

     "Do you know what it's about?" Joe asked.

     "No, I don't, really, but I think it's regarding your
illness," she answered.

     "Okay, I'll give him a call," Joe said, not really hiding his
irritation.

     "Thank you, sorry to bother you, and I hope you get well
soon," Angie said, and hung up.

     Joe hung up the phone, concerned about what he would say to
Jim.  He did not want to go back to work like this, but what kind
of excuse could he use?  He decided to tell him that the doctor
recommended a week of bed rest, and would figure out what to do
later.  Everyone would know eventually, since not only was he a
girl now, but he was much shorter, and smaller in general.  No
matter what he did, he could not hide that from his associates.

     Joe dialed Jim's work number.  The phone was answered on
one ring.

     "Flight Test, Matheney," Jim answered.

     "Jim, this is Joe," Joe responded.  "I had a message you
wanted me to call."

     "Hi, Joe," Jim said curiously.  "You sound funny.  I hope you
are all right."

     "I have some medical problems, Jim," Joe responded, lying
slightly.  "I think I'll be out for at least a week of so."

     "That's what I called about, Joe," Jim said.  "I was wondering
what your problem is.  Dave Skinner called in and said he had some
kind of problem, and Mike Osborn called in Friday, but I haven't
been able to call him at home.  I was wondering if you all came
down with the same thing, or what."

     "Well, I've got some problems, but I don't know exactly what
they are yet," Joe offered.  "When I find out, you'll be one of the
first to know, but I suspect I'll be out for at least a week."

     "I was concerned when all three of you called in sick at the
same time," Jim said.  "I had to stop testing the GPS receiver,
since my engineer-pilots and technician all got sick at the same
time."

     Jim's words made Joe start to think.  Could the other guys be
having problems too?  Could they all have been exposed to the same
thing; a virus or whatever?  There could be some connection.  He
would have to call the other guys.

     "I'll call in a few days, and let you know how I'm doing," Joe
said.

     "Well, don't worry, just get well as soon as you can.  We need
you around here," Jim said.

     "See you later, Jim," Joe finished.

     "Later," Jim said, hanging up.

     A new turn of events.  Was there some significance in the fact
that all the men who flew Thursday called in sick?  He would have
to find out.  He got his company phone list out and looked up the
number of his friend, Dave Skinner.  Dave was married, and had two
boys.  He lived about a mile from Joe's apartment.  He found the
number, and dialed it.

     "Hello," a woman answered.

     "Cindy, this is Joe Bates.  Is Dave around?" Joe asked.

     "Hi, Joe," Dave's wife answered.  "Joe, Dave can't come to the
phone right now," she said nervously.

     "What's the matter, Cindy?  Is Dave all right?  What's wrong
with him?" Joe asked hurriedly.

     "Joe, I can't talk about it, but he's okay," Cindy said.

     "Come on Cindy, tell me what's wrong with Dave," Joe asked,
trying to get her to tell him what was going on.  "Has he changed
in any way?"

     "Nothing's wrong with Dave," Cindy almost shouted.  "He'll be
okay."

     "Cindy, has Dave changed.  Is he feminine...  female?" Joe
asked, taking a chance.

     "Uh, how...  Joe...  He's...  Yeah...  Yeah, he's a woman!
His body has changed.  I don't know," Cindy stuttered.

     "Okay, okay, I understand," Joe said; his heart pounding.
"Get him to come to the phone.  I have to talk to him."

     "He won't come, Joe," Cindy replied in tears.  "He won't talk
to anybody but me.  He's so depressed, I don't know what to do."

     "Cindy, listen to me.  The same thing has happened to me.  I
know what he's going through," Joe said.  "You tell him that, and
get him to get on this phone, or I'm coming over there."

     "I'll try," Cindy replied.

     Joe heard the phone drop, and he waited.  So Dave has the same
problem.  Interesting.  What could be causing this?  He thought of
Mike.  Mike Osborn was the technician on the test crew.  He was a
big guy, probably over two hundred fifty pounds.  He was strong
too.  He lifted weights, and was into body building.  He could not
even imagine Mike as a female.

     "Joe, Dave here," Joe heard a dusky female sounding voice said
the words with the curt manner of Dave Skinner.

     "Dave, this is Joe.  I heard what happened, and I want you to
know you are not the only one.  I have a problem too," Joe said
quickly.

     "Yeah, well, I bet you don't have tits and a pussy," Dave
said.  His feminine voice, with male inflection, sounding strange.

     "Yes, Dave, I actually do, and I know what you're feeling,"
Joe said truthfully.

     "What?  You turned female too?  What the hell is going on
anyway," Dave almost yelled, in his new, slightly higher, voice.

     "I don't know, Dave, but you can bet I'm going to find out,"
Joe said, hoping to calm his buddy, who was usually unflappable.
"Somebody has to have some idea what's happened to us."

     "I'll tell you what has happened to me!" Dave yelled.  "I
can't pee right anymore.  I can't make love to my wife!  That's
what happened to me!  I don't want to have breasts big as Cindy's,
but I do!  That's what happened to me!" Dave's voice broke as he
yelled at Joe.

     Joe wondered what he could do for his friend, but could not
think of anything.  Hell, he had the same problem.  Of course, he
did not have a wife and family.  "Dave, we both have this problem,
and Mike has called in sick, too.  It must be something in the
Lear, or someplace we went that caused it," he said, thinking out
loud.

     "Mike turned into a girl?" Dave said quizzically.  "Big Mike
Osborn?"

     "I don't know, but I suspect he has," Joe said.  "He called in
sick, too, and Jim doesn't know what is wrong with him."

     "I can't imagine him like this.  It would kill him," Dave
said, suddenly more interested in Mike than in his own problems.

     "Well I'm going to give him a ring, and find out.  I hope
he'll answer his phone," Joe said.

     "What are you doing today, Joe?" Dave asked.  "How about
coming over here.  I've got to talk to somebody about this"

     "Maybe I will," Joe answered.  "I'll give you a call, later.
I have to wait around here for a medical examiner to call.  I'm
getting myself checked out."

     "You had a physical, looking like a woman?" Dave asked.  "How
could you get the nerve?"

     "No, not a physical," Joe said.  "Just a blood test, and
fingerprints.  I'm trying to prove I'm still the same person.  If
I get stopped while driving, I don't want to get stuck in jail
because my license doesn't match what I look like."

     "I haven't even gone outside, much less drive a car," Dave
said.  "I'm too embarrassed to be seen.  Besides, my clothes don't
even fit.  Right now, I'm wearing some of Cindy's clothes, and they
fit better than mine do.  It's really embarrassing."

     "Tell me about it," Joe agreed, "but just think what Mike
might be going through."

     "Give me a call, Joe," Dave said.  "We have to get out of this
one."

     "I will," Joe said.  "Dave, let me ask a question."

     "Go ahead," Dave answered.

     "Do I sound like a girl ... a woman to you?" Joe asked.

     "Yeah, I guess so...  You sound a little husky maybe, but in
a sexy kind of way," Dave replied.

     "Funny, that's the same as I was thinking about your voice,"
Joe said.

     "Call me later, Joe," Dave said, and hung up.

     Joe sat there at the phone, digesting the new information.
All the guys who worked on the Lear crew Thursday seemed to have a
problem.  At least two were feminized, or something.  He decided to
call Mike Osborn.  He looked up his number and dialed.  He let it
ring for a long time, and was about to give up, when he heard the
phone click as it was picked up.  No one answered.

     "Hello?  Hello?  Is anybody there?  Mike?  Mike, this is Joe,
Joe Bates.  Please answer," Joe said into the phone.

     Finally, someone answered.  The voice of Mike Osborn, maybe a
little higher pitch, but not much, said haltingly into the phone,
"Hello, Joe?"

     "Mike, it's Joe.  Are you okay?  Has anything usual happened
to you?" Joe asked.

     "Unusual?  No, I don't think so.  Everything is okay...
fine," Mike said quickly.

     "Really," Joe said.  "Are you sure?  I heard you were out
Friday too, same as me and Dave.  I thought you might have the same
problems we're having."

     "What kind of problem is that?" Mike asked.

     "Well Mike, I seem to have undergone some kind of change," Joe
said as delicately as he could.  "I've developed breasts, and...
well...  generally seem to have turned female.  I just got off the
phone with Dave, and he seems to be experiencing the same thing.
We were wondering if you had the same problem."

     "Joe, I...  I don't know how to say this...  I do have a
problem," Mike Osborn carefully admitted to his friend.  "I don't
know what it is...  I...  my...  I...  my balls are completely
gone, my cock seems to have shrunk a lot, and I can't even pee
without sitting down.  I don't know what the hell is happening to
me."

     "Have...  are you...  changing into a girl?" Joe asked.

     "Hell, I don't know, Joe," Mike replied.

     "Well, have you developed women's breasts, and lost a lot of
body hair?  Are you smaller?" Joe asked his flustered buddy.

     "Smaller?" Mike said, recovering his composure a little.  "I
don't know, maybe a little, but not much.  Breasts, no, I don't
have breasts, but my chest...  my nipples hurt some.  I haven't
lost any body hair, at least it doesn't seem like I have."

     "Mike, could you meet me and Dave, at his house, in about an
hour?" Joe asked.

     "Joe, I don't want to go outside," Mike said.

     "Come on, Mike.  Do your clothes still fit?" Joe asked.

     "Yeah, they fit pretty good," a confused and embarrassed Mike
Osborn said, trying to explain his situation to Joe.  "I don't want
anybody to see me, Joe.  I have to pee a lot, and I...  my cock
seems to leak or something.  Something's sure not right down
there."

     "Well, Mike, if it makes you feel any better, I don't have a
penis at all, and I don't think Dave does either," Joe said.

     "What's happening to us anyway?" Mike asked.

     "I don't know, Mike, but I want to find out," Joe answered.
"That's why I'd like to meet with you and Dave, at his house."

     "Okay, Joe, I'll be there," Mike agreed.  "Just don't laugh
when you see what I look like."

     "I think you'll be surprised when you see me, too, so don't
worry," Dave tried to reassure his big friend.

     "I'll see you in about an hour, Joe," Mike said, and hung up
the phone.

     Joe went back into his bedroom.  He went to the mirror on the
dresser, and looked at himself.  He would soon be presenting
himself to his friends, people who knew him as a man, and he was
nervous about it.  Even though Dave and Mike also had problems too,
he was not looking forward to exposing his problems to them and
soon everybody else, it seemed.  He was brushing his short hair,
when the phone rang.  Was it Dan, with some news?  He went to the
phone by the night stand.

     "Hello," He said carefully.

     "Joe?  Joe Bates?" A voice on the other end asked.

     "This is Joe.  What can I do for you?" Joe answered.

     "Joe, this is Dan McGuire, from Forensic.  I have a little
information for you already.  Do you have a minute?" Dan asked.

     "You bet I do!" Joe responded.  "I hope it's good news."

     "Well, I got your military records from the DOD, it was quick,
and much easier than it is sometimes," Dan said, obviously proud of
the job he had done so quickly.  "They had a lot on you too.  Your
Top Secret Clearance is still current and included some interesting
data.  You want to hear some of it?"

     "Sure, fire away," Joe was impatient to hear what he had
found.

     "Well, the blood types match, that's for sure," Dan said.
"Your prints do, too.  I feel it's fairly certain that we can prove
that you are who you say you are.  I talked to some of the doctors,
and they want to do some genetic tests on you.  I might have some
results from that at any time.  A lot of people around here have
taken interest in your case, and you're getting top priority."

     "What will genetic tests prove?" Joe asked.

     "Well, they'll tell us if you are a man or a woman, at least
genetically," Dan explained.  "It's easy to see if your chromo-
somes are XX, or XY.  That's the basic test.  Any and all of your
cells will carry those chromosomes."

     "If it shows that I'm a woman, what then," Joe asked, "or a
man for that matter?  I'll admit I'd like to know, but what will it
help?"

     "Well, If it shows you are XX, or genetically female, some
real questions will be raised," Dan said.  "As far as I know, no
genetic female has ever fathered a child.  Your records show that
you did, thirteen years ago."

     Joe was amazed.  How did they know that?

     "Where did you get that information?  I was only seventeen
then, and Jane was sixteen.  She didn't even keep the baby," Joe
admitted.  He had almost forgotten that low time in his life.

     "When you're subjected to a National Security Agency investi-
gation, usually no stones are left unturned.  If you have any
skeletons in your closet they'll find them," Dan explained.

     "I didn't think anybody knew about it," Joe said, still
amazed.

     "Can you get in here this afternoon for an examination from
some of our doctors?  They sure would like to see you," Dan asked.

     "I have some news for you too" Joe said.  "I got a call from
my employer.  It seems that two of my friends, who had been in the
plane with me Thursday, the day before this happened, have been
inflicted with the same, or a similar problem.  What do you think
of that?"

     "Can you get them over here this afternoon?" Dan asked.

     "I don't know, I'm supposed to meet them in about an hour.
I'll try," Joe answered.

     "Well, get them over here.  We'll do what we can," Dan said.
"What have you guys got yourselves into anyway?"

     "I wish I knew...  I sure wish I knew," Joe said quietly, and
hung up.  He had to get ready to see his buddies.

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